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Nares, sub "truckle bed" and "trundle bed." The reading of the MS. is unintelligible. For All. I would read Alq., and for "Law you?" by a very slight change "Love you?" Then what follows is intelligible. "Flay" is usually, if not always, written "flea" in old authors. MS. "For 3 hellish sins:" the word "For" is no doubt repeated from Fer.
Meantime Pray, Don Fernando, let it be your care To see these gentlemen attended on By a strong guard. Fer. The wrongs done to my selfe Work me, my lord, to that. Man. I would your Grace would heare me speake a little. All. You shall have time. Med. Take them away, And at their Tryall have the Lady here. Fer., Hen., Man., & Jaylour. Gyr. Where is the Englishman? Clarke. The Englishman! Alq.
Gyr. Heard you this, sirra? Buz. As sure as I heare you now. Alq. And you'le be sworne 'twas he that so cryde out? Buz. If I were going to be hangd Ide sweare. Clark. Mac. All this is but presumption: if this be all The shott you make against him your bullets stick In a mud wall, or if they meete resistance They backe rebound & fly in your owne face. Med.
I am not cruell; pay me my first Bond Of marriage, which you seald to, & I free you And shall with Joy run flying to your armes. All. Law you? Mac. That's easy enough. Hen. Rackes, Gibbetts, wheeles make sausages of my flesh first! Ile be ty'd to no man's Strumpet. Alq. Then you muste look to dye. Mac. Lady, withdraw. Hen. Well, if I doe, somebody shall packe. Ele.
Alq. 4 of my gentlemen shall along with him: Ile beare thy charges, soldier, to Madrid, 5 peeces of 8 a day in travell, & Lying still thou shalt have halfe that. Pike. On my knees Your vassaile thankes heaven, you, and these Princes. Mac. Breake up the Court till afternoon: then the 2 Guzmans tryall. All. Come, Englishman. Med.
Wilt venter on oanother? Pike. I beseech you To pardon me, and taske me to no more. Alq. All. Prithee, fight with him. Pike. I'me in the Lyon's gripe & to gett from him There's but one way; that's death. Mac. English, What say you? will you fight or no? Pike. Ile fight. All. Give 'em roome! make way there! Pike.
Our Generall Might easily have tane it, for he had Almost a thousand scaling ladders to sett up; And without mayme to's army he might loose A thousand men: but he was loath to robb An almes-house when he had a richer market To buy a conquest in. Mac. What was that market? Pike. Mac. A poast with speed, to Lisbon, And see't well mand. Ten. One shalbe sent, my Lord. The soldiers laugh. Alq.
Man. Oh villaine, villaine, villaine! Med. Where's the wrongd Lady? Alq. Stand you still at the Barre. You are now another man, sir; your scale turnes. Fernando fetches in Eleonora. Mac. Looke on the prisoner: doe you know him, Lady? Ele. Would I had nere had cause to say I know him. Mac. Of what doe you accuse him? Ele. As the murtherer Both of my name and honour. Hen. False! Fer. Hen.
Make proclamation, my lord Fernando, That who soever dares but touch his finger To hurt him, dyes. Fer. Lady. This is done nobly. Mac. Here, give him this gold. Ten. The Duke Macada gives you this gold. All. And this. Ten. The Duke of Medina this; Duke Gyron this; &, looke you, the Marquesse Alqueveza as much as all the rest. Alq.
Oh fye, doe not belye your country; there's not so many. Alq. How many soldiers keepe you in that fort? Pike. 200. Mac. Much about such a number. There is a little iland before Plymouth: What strength is that of? Pike. I doe not know. Gyr. We doe, then. Alq. Is Plymouth a walld Towne? Pike. Yes, it is walld. Mac. And a good wall? Pike. A very good strong wall. Gyr.
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