_Boy_. I heard him groane and cry; I heard him fall sure. O, there he lyes in his owne blood! ô father, O my deare father, dead and bequeathd no blessing! Why did I goe to bed, why was I heavy? O, I will never sleep againe. The house there! You that are verteous rise! you that have fathers! Ho, Master _Provost_! ô my deerest father. Some Surgeons, Surgeons! _Enter Provost & Servts_. _Prov_. 'Twas the Boyes voice, certaine. _Ser_. What bloody sight is this? 'has killd himself: Dead, stone-cold dead; he needs no art of Surgeons. _Prov_. Take of the Boy. _Boy_. O let me dwell here ever. _Prov_. This was a fatall stroak, to me a heavy, For my remissnes wilbe loaden with it. Bring in the Boy; ile to the State instantly; Examine all the wounds and keep the knives; The Boy fast too,--may be he knowes some circumstance. _Boy_. O that I never knew againe. _Prov_. In with it. [_Exeunt_. Actus Quartus. SCAENA PRIMA. _Enter Captaine[176] and Soldiers_. _Cap_. Are the Horses left where I appointed 'em, And all the Soldiers ready? _Sold_. They are all, Captaine. _Cap_. 'Tis well: _Modesbargen_ is abroad, for certaine, Hunting this morning. _Sold_. Tis most likely, Sir; For round about the Castle, since the dawning, We have heard the merry noyse of hornes. _Cap_. Dispeirce then, Except some three or foure to watch the Castle Least he break in againe. What Company Have ye discoverd that attends him? _Sold_. Few, Sir: I do not thinck he has five within the fort now Able to make resistaunce. _Cap_. Let 'em be twenty We are strong enough to fright 'em; and by all meanes Let those that stay seek by some trick or other To make the Bridge good, that they draw it not If he returne upon us. _Sold_. With all care, Sir. [_Exeunt.--Hornes_. _Enter Modes-bargen & Huntsmen_[177]. _Mod_. The doggs have hunted well this dewy morning, And made a merry cry. 1 _Hunt_. The Hare was rotten[178]; You should have heard els such a rore, and seene 'em Make all hir dobles out with such neat hunting And run at such a merry rate togeather, They should have dapled ore your bay with fome, Sir. _Mod_. 'Tis very well, and so well I affect it That I could wish I had nere hunted after Any delight but this, nor sought more honour. This is securely safe, drawes on no danger, Nor is this Chace crost with malignant envy. How sweatly do I live and laugh upon The perrills I have past, the plotts and traynes! And now (methincks) I dare securely looke on The steepe and desprat follyes my indiscretion Like a blind careles foole had allmost cast me on. Here I stand saffe 'gainst all their strengths and Stratagems: I was a boy, a foole to follow _Barnavelt_, To step into his attempts, to wedd my freedom To his most dangerous faction, a meere Coxcomb; But I have scapd their clawes.--Have ye found more game? _Enter 2 Huntesmen_[179]. 2 _Hunt_. Beating about to find a new Hare, we discoverd--