(Baltazar beats to come in.)
Daen. None till he speakes and that we know his voyce: Who are you?
Within Bal. An honest house-keeper in Rosemary-lane, too, If you dwell in the same parish.
Med. Oh 'tis our honest Souldier, give him entrance.
Enter Baltazar.
Bal. Men show like coarses[215] for I meet few but are stuck with Rosemary: everyone ask'd mee who was married to-day, and I told 'em Adultery and Repentance, and that shame and a Hangman followed 'em to Church.
Med. There's but two parts to play: shame has done hers
But execution must close up the Scaene,
And for that cause these sprigs are worne by all,
Badges of Mariage, now of Funerall,
For death this day turns Courtier.
Bal. Who must dance with him?
Med. The King, and all that are our opposites;
That dart or this must flye into the Court,
Either to shoote this blazing starre from Spaine
Or else so long to wrap him up in clouds
Till all the fatall fires in him burne out,
Leaving his State and conscience cleere from doubt
Of following uprores.
Alb. Kill not but surprize him.