Sir Hu. We doe forgive him; twas his passion.
Tis manly to forbeare infirmities
In noble soules.
Away with the delinquents, officers![133]
Sir Gef.[134] I charge you looke to them: there is some rescue intended, I warrant you.
Con. Sir, yonder are some six or seaven without, Attird like Masquers, that will not be denied Admittance.
Sir Hu. What are they?
Con. [Faith[135] we know not,
Nor will they tell us, only this they say:
Heareing of the lady Marlowe's condemnation,
They are come
With shew of death to make her more prepard fort.
Sir Hu. We will deny none of her freinds to see her; They can intend noe rescue.
Con. Noe, my life ont, sir: they come unarm'd.
Sir Hu. Be still; letts see this misterie.
Florish, Horrid Musike. Enter Death, Gri., and Furies.
Gri. If in charnell houses, Caves,
Horrid grots and mossie graves,
Where the mandraks hideous howles
Welcome bodies voide of soules,
My power extends, why may not I
Hugg those who are condemd to dy?
Grimme Dispaire, arise and bring
Horror with thee and the king
Of our dull regions; bid the rest
Of your Society be addrest,
As they feare the frowne of chaunce,
To grace this presense with a daunce.