Nor. Well, look to him, farewel. [Exit Norb.
Lat. Oh, it is Aubrey; Gentlemen, I pray you,
Let me receive this under all your hands.
Rus. Why, he will shew you him in his Magick glass
If you intreat him, and but gratifie
A spirit or two more.
Lat. He shall eat gold
If he will have it, so shall you all; there's that
Amongst you first, let me have this to send
The Duke in the mean time; and then what sights
You please to shew; I'le have you so rewarded
As never Artists were, you shall to Court
Along with me, and there wait you[r] fortunes.
Bub. We have a pretty part of't in our pockets;
Boy we will all be new, you shall along too. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Sophia, Matilda, and Edith.
Mat. Good Madam, hear the suit that Edith urges,
With such submiss beseeches; nor remain
So strictly bound to sorrow for your son,
That nothing else, though never so befitting,
Obtains your ears, or observation.
Sop. What would she say? I hear.
Edith. My suit is, Madam,
That you would please to think as well of justice
Due to your sons revenge, as of more wrong added
To both your selves for it, in only grieving.
Th' undaunted power of Princes should not be
Confin'd in deedless cold calamity;
Anger, the Twin of sorrow, in your wrongs
Should not be smother'd, when his right of birth
Claims th' Air as well, and force of coming forth.