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Whilst I do bring my dreadful furies forth,
(They come to cover.)
(The Furies go to the door and meet them : first the
Furies enter before, leading them dancing a soft dance to the solemn music; next comes Lust before Brown leading Mistress Sanders in a black veil: Chastity all in wbite, pulling her back softly by the arm: then Drury thrusting away Chastity, Roger following; they mareh about and then sit to the table, The Furies fill wine; Last drinks to Brown, he to Mistress Sanders; she pledges him, Lust embraces her, she thrpsteth Chastity from her, Chastity wrings her hands and departs. Drury and Roger embrace one another. The Furies leap apd embrace one another, &c.)
The following scene, which takes place immediately after Brown has committed the murder, and when he is eager to enjoy the advantages he sought to obtain by it, contains one of those admirable touches of nature in wbicb the old dramatic writers excelled, and is equal to any thing in the compass of our stage poetry,
Scene before SANDERS's house.
Boy. Go to, where shall we play?
home to night.
Enter to them BROWN and ROGER.
Brown. Is she so out of patience as thou say'st ?
To ask the question ? Has she not good cause?
yes ! and we have every one just cause
(He spies the boys.) Roger. How now Captain ?
Why stop you on the sudden? Why go you not ?
What makes you look so ghastly towards the house!
One of George Sauders' sons ?
By my unlucky band :-I prithee go
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 Rochester.
That yet your company may give us comfort,
In this sad time?
Sir, 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
By a whole jury I shall be accused.
John. Yea, this is he that murdered me and Master Sanders.
(He sinks doren.) James. O hold him up ! Mayor, Joha comfort thyself ! James. Bow him ;-give him air.Barnes. No, he is dead. 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. Barncs. 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 bath been still miraculous:
Wherein a man had twenty years been buried,
The murther yet at length did come to light.
Being in the hands of him that murdered him,