Hip. I’ll beat the lodgings down about their ears
That are her keepers.
Lod. So you may bring an old house over her head.
Hip. I’ll to her—
I’ll to her, stood armed fiends to guard the doors. [Exit.
Lod. Oh me! what monsters are men made by whores!
If this false fire do kindle him, there’s one faggot
More to the bonfire. Now to my Bridewell birds;
What song will they sing? [Exit.
SCENE II.—An Apartment in Bridewell.
Enter Duke, Infelice, Carolo, Astolfo, Beraldo, Fontinell, and several Masters of Bridewell.
Duke. Your Bridewell? that the name? for beauty, strength,
Capacity and form of ancient building,
Besides the river’s neighbourhood, few houses
Wherein we keep our court can better it.
1st Mast. Hither from foreign courts have princes come,
And with our duke did acts of State commence,
Here that great cardinal had first audience,
The grave Campayne; that duke dead, his son
That famous prince gave free possession
Of this, his palace, to the citizens,
To be the poor man’s ware-house; and endowed it
With lands to the value of seven hundred marks,[308]
With all the bedding and the furniture, once proper,
As the lands then were, to an hospital
Belonging to a Duke of Savoy. Thus
Fortune can toss the world; a prince’s court
Is thus a prison now.
Duke. ’Tis Fortune’s sport:
These changes common are: the wheel of fate
Turns kingdoms up, till they fall desolate.
But how are these seven hundred marks by th’ year
Employed in this your work-house?