Enter Wife & Daughter.
Serv. Is broken in now upon us.
Wife. He will not be denyde. O, my deare Husband! The cruell Princes Captaine!
[Captaine within.
Cap. Ope the dore; Wee'll force it els, and all that dare resist us Wee'll put to th'Sword.
Bar. Open the dore: farewell, Wiffe;
Goe to the French Embassadour presently;
There's all my hope. To him make knowne my misery,
Wooe him with teares, with praires: this kisse; be happie.
Wife. O, we shall never see ye more!
[Exeunt Wife and Daughter.
Enter Captaine & others.
Bar. Away!—
You Instrument of blood, why doe ye seeke us?
I have knowne the day you have wayted like a suppliant
And those knees bended as I past. Is there no reverence
Belonging to me left now, that like a Ruffian
Rudely ye force my lodgings? No punishment
Due to a cryme of that fowle nature?