Fer. 'Twas wisely order'd,
Go fetch them in, and let my executioners [Exit Ronvere.
Appear in horror with the rack.
Vil. I take it Signior, this is no time for you to flatter,
Or me to fool in.
Cast. Thou art wise in this, let's off, it is unsafe to be near Jove.
When he begins to thunder.
Vil. Good morality. [Exit.
Fer. I that have pierc'd into the hearts of men;
Forc'd them to lay open with my looks,
Secrets, whose least discovery was death,
Will rend for what concerns my life, the fortress,
Of a weak womans faith.
Enter Ronvere, Guard, Executioners, with a Rack, Camillo, Brissonet, Pandulfo, Juliana.
Ca. What e're we suffer,
The weight that loads a Traitors
Heart [sit] ever, heavy on thine.
Briss. As we are caught by thee,
Fall thou by others.
Ron. Pish poor fools, your curses will
Never reach me.
Jul. Now by my Virolets life;
Father, this is a glorious stage of murther.
Here are fine properties too, and such spectators,
As will expect good action, to the life;
Let us perform our parts, and we shall live,
When these are rotten, would we might begin once;
Are you the Master of the company?
Troth you are tedious now.