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To bar my entrance at that fatal door :-
Present Master Barnes, Master James, and others,
with John Beane, wounded in a chair :- enter to them the Mayor of Rochester, with Brown a
prisoner. Barnes. As I take it, Master Mayor of Rochest r. Mayor. The same, good Master Barnes. Barnes. What happy fortune sent you here to Woolwich:
That yet your company may give us comfort,
In this.sad time?
dir, the council's warrant lately came to me,
Now going thither with the prisoner.
And shewn yourself a painful gentleman,
And shall no doubt deserve well of the state. James. No doubt you shall, and I durst assure you so,
The council will accept well of the same.
Is not yet dead; look you where now he sits,
Mayor. Alas, poor wretch !
the murder?-a goodly man, believe me:
Too fair a creature for so foul an act.
As any gentleman's of your repute.
That ever was committed.
know him, Barnes. It cannot be, these two days space he knew no
creature. Brown. Swounds ! lives the villain yet? (aside.)
O how his very sight affrights my soul !
And will accuse me.
him! Brown. I gave him fifteen wounds (aside.)
Which now be fifteen mouths that do accuse me :
By a whole jury I shall be accused.
John. Yea, this is he that murdered me and Master Sanders,
(He sinks down.)
That were he now but where I saw him last,
him. Barnes. The wondrous work of God !--that the poor
creature not speaking for two days, yet now should speak to accuse this man, and presently yield up
his soul. James. 'Tis very strange. Mayor. Serjeants away !-prepare you for the court,
And I will follow you immediately.
God's justice hath been still miraculous:
Wherein a man had twenty years been buried,
The murther yet at tength did come to light.
Being in the hands of him that murdered him,
At sight whereof he suddenly start up,
And then reveal'd the murder. James. I'll tell you Sir, one more to quit your tale:A woman that had made
And openly confest ber husband's murder.
You Master Mayor I see must to the court,
I pray you do my duty to the Lords.
TRAGEDY enters to conclude.
Tragedy. Here are the launces that have sluic'd forth sin,
And ript the venom'd ulcer of foul lust,
I have committed error in my play.
It remains now to say a few words respecting the following pages.
They were undertaken, by the present writer, in conjunction with an old and much valued Friend, whose state of health and more important avocations, prevented him from bearing the part in it which he at first proposed, and the work has suffered materially in consequence. Thus much to explain the use of the plural pronoun; which without this explanation, might seem to be an affectation.
No small number of books have been consulted in the compilation of these pages, a far greater number indeed than by the scanty fruits may appear. The compiler claims the merit of having taken nothing upon trust; he has read carefully all the works which he could procure of the several writers upon whose merits he has ventured to pass an opinion, and that opinion has in every instance been his own, whatever may be said of its justice or correctness.
The orthography has been modernized throughout to fit the work for general readers; and the lines bave been arranged according to the rhyme. No other