Ed. Nay, hew 'em,
Hew off my innocent hands as he commands you.
[Exeunt Guard, Count Baldwin.
They'll hang the faster on for Deaths convulsion.
Thou seed of Rocks, will nothing move thee then?
Are all my tears lost? all my righteous Prayers
Drown'd in thy drunken wrath? I stand thus then,
Thus boldly, bloody Tyrant,
And to thy face in Heavens high Name defie thee;
And may sweet mercy when thy soul sighs for it,
When under thy black mischiefs thy flesh trembles,
When neither strength, nor youth, nor friends, nor gold
Can stay one hour, when thy most wretched Conscience
Wak'd from her dream of death, like fire shall melt thee,
When all thy Mothers tears, thy Brothers wounds,
Thy Peoples fears and curses, and my loss,
My aged fathers loss shall stand before thee.
Rol. Save him I say, run, save him, save her Father,
Fly, and redeem his head. [Exit Latorch.
Ed. May then that pity,
That comfort thou expect'st from Heaven, that mercy
Be lockt up from thee, fly thee, howling find thee,
Despair, Oh my sweet father, storms of terrours,
Blood till thou burst again.
Rol. Oh fair sweet anger.
Enter Latorch and Hamond with a Head.
Lat. I am too late, Sir, 'twas dispatch'd before,
And his Head is here.
Rol. And my Heart there; go bury him,
Give him fair Rites of Funeral, decent Honours.
Ed. Wilt thou not take me, Monster? highest Heaven
Give him a punishment fit for his mischief.