The things we do!

_Clowne_. I fly lyke the winds.
_Godf_. And I'l go call the pesants
To rayse another tempest.
[_Exeunt[104] Clown and Godfrey_.
_Ashb_. Hasten boathe
And till ayde com I'l laye myne eare and listen
To heare what further coyle is kept within:
All's silent on the sudden.
_Musick_.
[_Song within_.]
(1) Helpe, Helpe, oh ayde a wretched mayde
or els we are undoon then.
(2) And have I caught, and have I caught you?
in vayne it is to roonne then.
(1) Som reskewe then[105] from gods or men
redeeme us from these crosses!
(2) Tis all in vayne, since nowe I gaine
part of my former losses.
(1) Oh heaven, defend! what, yet no end
of these our strange desasters?
(2) No favour's knowne, no pittye's showne
to them that fly there maysters.
(1) Why to defame, reproch, and shame
poor innocents thus dragge yee?
(2) With[106] your offens there's no dispence:
away then! wherefore lagge yee?
_A tumult within and sudden noyse.


Pages:
167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191