Lat. Prepare to hear then,
And be not barr'd up from your self, nor add
To your ill fortune with your far worse judgment;
Make me your servant to attend with all joys,
Your sad estate, till they both bless and speak it:
See how they'll bow to you, make me wait, command me
To watch out every minute, for the stay
Your modest sorrow fancies, raise your graces,
And do my hopes the honour of your motion,
To all the offered heights that now attend you:
Oh how your touches ravish! how the Duke
Is slain already with your flames embrac'd!
I will both serve and visit you, and often.
Ed. I am not fit, Sir.
Lat. Time will make you, Lady.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter the Guard, 3 or 4 Boys, then the Sheriff, Cook, Yeoman of the Cellar, Butler, Pantler to execution.
1 Guard. Come, bring in these fellows, on, away with 'em.
2 Guard. Make room before there, room for the Prisoners.
1 Boy. Let's run before, Boys, we shall have no places else.