Part 15 (1/2)

_Enter_ Cleremont _above_.

_Cler._ What a Devil ail you?

How cold I sweat! a hogs pox stop your pipes, [_Musick._ The thing will 'wake; now, now, methinks I find His Sword just gliding through my throat. What's that?

A vengeance choak your pipes. Are you there, Lady?

Stop, stop those Rascals; do you bring me hither To be cut into minced meat? why _Dinant_?

_Din._ I cannot do withal; I have spoke, and spoke; I am betray'd and lost too.

_Cler._ Do you hear me? do you understand me?

'Plague dam your Whistles. [_Musick ends._

_Lam._ 'Twas but an over-sight, they have done, lye down.

_Cler._ Would you had done too, You know not In what a misery and fear I lye.

You have a Lady in your arms.

_Din._ I would have-- [_The Recorders again._

_Champ._ I'll watch you Goodman Wou'd have.

_Cler._ Remove for Heavens sake, And fall to that you come for.

_Lam._ Lie you down, 'Tis but an hours endurance now.

_Cler._ I dare not, softly sweet Lady ----heart?

_Lam._ 'Tis nothing but your fear, he sleeps still soundly, Lie gently down.

_Cler._ 'Pray make an end.

_Din._ Come, Madam.

_Lam._ These Chambers are too near. [_Ex._ Din. Lam.

_Cham._ I shall be nearer; Well, go thy wayes, I'le trust thee through the world, Deal how thou wilt: that that I never feel, I'le never fear. Yet by the honour of a Souldier, I hold thee truly n.o.ble: How these things will look, And how their blood will curdle! Play on Children, You shall have pap anon. O thou grand Fool, That thou knew'st but thy fortune-- [_Musick done._

_Cler._ Peace, good Madam, Stop her mouth, _Dinant_, it sleeps yet, 'pray be wary, Dispatch, I cannot endure this misery, I can hear nothing more; I'll say my prayers, And down again-- [_Whistle within._ A thousand Alarms fall upon my quarters, Heaven send me off; when I lye keeping Courses.

Pl---- o' your fumbling, _Dinant_; how I shake!

'Tis still again: would I were in the _Indies_. [_Exit_ Cler.

_Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Lamira: _a light within_.

_Din._ Why do you use me thus? thus poorly? basely?

Work me into a hope, and then destroy me?

Why did you send for me? this new way train me?

_Lam._ Mad-man, and fool, and false man, now I'll shew thee.

_Din._ 'Pray put your light out.