Aub. Justice is ever equal,
Had it not been on him, th'adst dy'd too honest.
Did you know of his death?
Edi. Yes, and rejoyce in't.
Aub. I'me sorry for your youth then; though the strictness
Of Law shall not fall on you, that of life
Must presently, go to a Cloyster, carry her,
And there for ever lead your life in penitence.
Edi. Best Father to my soul, I give you thanks, Sir,
And now my fair revenges have their ends,
My vows shall be my kin, my prayers my friends. [Exit.
Enter Latorch, and Juglers.
Lat. Stay there, I'le step in and prepare the Duke.
Nor. We shall have brave rewards?
Fis. That is without question.
Lat. By this time where's my huffing friend Lord Aubrey?
Where's that good Gentleman? oh, I could laugh now,
And burst my self with meer imagination;
A wise man, and a valiant man, a just man;
To suffer himself be juggl'd out of the world,
By a number of poor Gipseys? farewel Swash-buckler,
For I know thy mouth is cold enough by this time;
A hundred of ye I can shave as neatly,
And ne'r draw bloud in shew: now shall my honour,
My power and vertue walk alone: my pleasure
Observ'd by all, all knees bend to my worship,
All sutes to me as Saint of all their fortunes,
Prefer'd and crowded to, what full place of credit,
And what place now? your Lordship? no, 'tis common,
But that I'le think to morrow on; now for my business.
Aub. Who's there?