Ascan. Be constant Lady. [Exeunt omnes.
Enter the Duke of Sesse by Torch-light, Master and Surgeon with him.
Surg. You grow so angry Sir, your wound goes backward.
Ses. I am angry at the time, at none of you,
That sends but one poor subject for revenge;
I would have all the Court, and all the villanie,
Was ever practis'd under that foul Ferrant
Tyrant, and all to quench my wrath.
Mast. Be patient,
Your grace may find occasion every hour,
For certain they will seek you to satisfie,
And to the full, your anger.
Ses. 'Death, they dare not:
They know that I command death, feed his hunger,
And when I let him loose——
Surg. You'll never heal Sir,
If these extreams dwell in you, you are old,
And burn your spirits out with this wild anger.
Ses. Thou liest, I am not old, I am as lusty
And full of manly heat as them, or thou art.
Mast. No more of that.
Ses. And dare seek out a danger;
And hold him at the swords point, when thou tremblest
And creepest into thy box of salves to save thee.
Oh Master, I have had a dreadful dream to night!
Me-thought the ship was all on fire, and my lov'd Daughter
To save her life, leapt into the Sea; where suddainly
A stranger snatcht her up, and swam away with her.