2438La. And I encourag'd with your chearfull speech,

2439Will do the like.

2440Cob. Pray God poor Harpool come,

2441If he should fall into the Bishops hands,

2442Or not remember where we bad him meet us,

2443It were the thing of all things else, that now

2444Could breed revolt in this new peace of mind.

2445La. Fear not, my Lord, he's witty to devise,

2446And strong to execute a present shift.

2447Cob. That power be still his guide hath guided us.

2448My drowsie eyes wax heavy; early rising,

2449Together with the travel we have had,

2450Makes me that I could take a nap,

2451Were I perswaded we might be secure.

2452La. Let that depend on me, whilst you do sleep,

2453I'le watch that no misfortune happen us.

2454Cob. I shall, dear wife, be too much trouble to thee.

Urge not that,

2456My duty binds me, and your love commands,

2457I would I had the skill with tuned voice

2458To draw on sleep with some sweet melody,

2459But imperfection and unaptnesse too

2460Are both repugnant: fear inserts the one,

2461The other nature hath denied me use.

2462But what talk I of means, to purchase that

2463Is freely happen'd? Sleep with gentle hand,

2464Hath shut his eye-lids: Oh victorious labour,

2465How soon thy power can charme the bodies sense?

2466And now thou likewise climb'st unto my brain,

2467Making my heavy temples stoop to thee,

2470Lee. A Murther closely done, and in my ground?

2471Search carefully, if any where it were,

2472This obscure thicket is the likeliest place.

2473Ser. Sir, I have found the body stiff with cold

2474And mangled cruelly with many wounds.

2475Lee. Look if thou know'st him, turn his body up:

2476Alack, it is my son, my son and heir,

2477Whom two years since, I sent to Ireland,

2478To practise there the discipline of war,

2479And coming home, for so he wrote to me,

2480Some savage heart, some bloudy devilish hand,

2481Either in hate, or thirsting for his coin,

2482Hath here sluc'd out his bloud. Unhappy hour,

2483A cursed place, but most inconstant fate,

2484That had'st reserv'd him from the bullets fire,

2485And suffered him to scape the wood-kerns fury.

2486Did'st here ordain the treasure of his life,

2487Even here within the armes of tender peace,

2488To be consum'd by treasons wastfull hand?

2489And which is most afflicting to my soul,

2490That this his death and murther should be wrought

2491Without the knowledge by whose means 'twas done.

24922. Ser. Not so, sir, I have found the authors of it,

2493See where they sit, and in their bloudy fists

2494The fatal instruments of death and sin.

2495Lee. Just judgement of that power, whose gracious eye,

2496Loathing the sight of such a heinous fact,

2497Dazling their senses with benumming sleep,

2498Till their unhallowed treachery was known.

2499Awake ye monsters, murtherers awake,

2500Tremble for horror, blush you cannot choose,

2501Beholding this unhumane deed of yours.

2502Cob. What mean you, sir, to trouble weary souls,

2503And interrupt us of our quiet sleep?

2504Lee. Oh develish! can you boast unto your selves

2505Of quiet sleep, having within your hearts

2506The guilt of murder waking, that with cries

2507Deafs the loud thunder, and solicits heaven

2508With more then mandrakes shreeks for your offence?

2509La. What murther? you upbraid us wrongfully.

2510Lee. Can you deny the fact? See you not here,

2511The body of my son by you misdone?

2512Look on his wounds, look on his purple hue:

2513Do we not find you where the deed was done?

2514Were not your knives fast closed in your hands?

2515Is not this cloth an argument beside,

2516Thus stain'd and spotted with his innocent bloud?

2517These speaking characters were there nothing else

2518To plead against ye, would convict you both.

2519To Hartford with them, where the Sizes now are kept,

2520Their lives shall answer for my sons lost life.

2521Cob. As we are innocent, so may we speed.

2522Lee. As I am wrong'd, so may the Law proceed.

2525Bish. What intricate confusion have we here?

2526Not two hours since, we apprehended one

2527In habit Irish, but in speech not so;

2528And now you bring another, that in speech is Irish,

2529But in habit English : yea, and more then so,

2530The servant of that heretick Lord Cobham.

2531Irish. Fait me be no servant of de Lort Cobham,

2532Me be Mack Chane of Ulster.

2533Bish. Otherwise call'd Harpool of Kent, go too, sir,

2534You cannot blind us with your broken Irish.

2535Pri. Trust me, Lord Bishop, whether Irish or English.

2536Harpool or not Harpool, that I leave to the trial:

2537But sure I am, this man by face and speech,

2538Is he that murdred young Sir Richard Lee:

2539I met him presently upon the fact,

2540And that he slew his Master for that gold,

2541Those Jewels, and that chain I took from him.

2542Bish. Well, our affairs do call us back to London,

2543So that we cannot prosecute the cause

2544As we desire to do, therefore we leave

2545The charge with you, to see they be convey'd

2546To Hartford Size: both this counterfeit,

2547And you Sir John of Wrotham, and your wench,

2548For you are culpable as well as they,

2549Though not for murther, yet for fellony.

2550But since you are the means to bring to light

2551This graceless murther, ye shall bear with you

2552Our Letters to the Judges of the Bench,

2553To be your friends in what they lawfull may.

2554Priest. I thank you Lordship.

2556Goa. Bring forth the prisoners, see the Court prepar'd,

2557The Justices are coming to the Bench:

2559Cob. Oh give me patience to endure this scourge.

2560Thou that art fountain of that vertuous stream,

2561And though contempt of witness, and reproach

2562Hang on these iron gives, to presse my life