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. Barnes. What happy fortune sent you here to Woolwich: Mayor. Believe me, sad indeed, and very sad :— Sir, the council's warrant lately came to me, To make this in my way unto the court, Barnes. Believe me Sir, ye have done right good service, 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. Barnes. Good master Mayor, this wretched man of mine Is not yet dead; look you where now he sits, But past all sense, and labouring to his end. Mayor. Alas, poor wretch! Barnes. Is this that Brown that is suspected to have done the murder?- -a goodly man, believe me : Too fair a creature for so foul an act. Brown. My name is Brown, Sir. James. I know you well, your fortunes have been fair, But Brown, should you be guilty of this fact,- Brown. He doth not live dare charge me with it. James. Pray God there be not. Mayor. Serjeants bring him nearer, see if this poor soul 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 ! Barnes. See how his wounds break out afresh in bleeding! James. He stirs himself. Mayor. He opens his eyes. Barnes. See how he looks upon him! Brown. I gave him fifteen wounds (aside.) Which now be fifteen mouths that do accuse me : Which will all speak, although he hold his peace; Barnes, John, dost thou hear? Know'st thou this man? John. Yea, this is he that murdered me and Master Sanders. James. O hold him up! Mayor, John comfort thyself! James. Bow him ;-give him air. Barnes. No, he is dead. (He sinks down.) Brown. Methinks he is so fearful in my sight, That were he now but where I saw him last, For all this world I would not look upon 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, Barnes. Sure the revealing of this murder's strange. God's justice hath been still miraculous: Mayor. I have heard it told, that digging up a grave, The murther yet at length did come to light. Being in the hands of him that murdered him, At sight whereof he suddenly start up, James. I'll tell you Sir, one more to quit your tale : A woman that had made away her husband, At Lynn a town in Norfolk, Acted by players travelling that way, Wherein a woman that had murthered her's Was ever haunted with her husband's ghost :— And acted by a good tragedian, She was so moved with the sight thereof, That she cried out,-the play was made for her,- Barnes. However their's, Gods name be praised for this! Mayor. That will I Sir. James. Come, I'll go along with you. TRAGEDY enters to conclude. (Exeunt.) Tragedy. Here are the launces that have sluic'd forth sin, 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 have been arranged according to the rhyme. No other |