_Duke_. Intreate her, children, _Fredericke, Euphrata_, Let me not loose the essence of my soule. _Fred_. Divine _Valentia_, mirrour of thy sexe, The pride of true reclaim'd incontinence, Honour of the dishonoring, yeeld I pray, And be mercifull, pitty my fathers smart, Since thy last thraldome hath neare cleft his heart. _Euph_. 'Twas for his children that his spleene did rise, Anger a torture haunting the most wise. _Valen_. O no I am a murderesse, an _Erinnis_, A fury sent from _Limbo_ to affright Legions of people with my horrid sight. _Hat_. What doe you meane? be won by their intreaties. _Alfred_. 'Tis madnesse in you to be thus perverse. _Val_. Who ever speaks, base wretches, be you dumb; You are the catterpillers of the state, By your bad dealings he is unfortunate. Thou, honorable, true, beloved Lord, Hearken to me, and by thy antient love, I charge thee, banish these realme-sucking slaves, That build their pallace upon poore mens graves. O those are they that have wrong'd both you and me, Made this blest land a land of miserie; And since, by too much loving, your grace hath falne Into a generall hating of your subjects, Redeeme your lost estate with better dayes; So shall you merit never dying praise, So shall you gaine lives quietnesse on earth, And after death a new celestiall birth. _Duke_. Unto thy wisedome I referre their doomes, My selfe, my Dukedome, and my crowne. Oh were there anything of higher rate, That unto [t]hee I'de wholly consecrate. _Val_. This kind surrender shewes you are a Prince, Worthy to be an Angell in the world Of immortalitie, Which these cursed creatures never can attaine. But that this world may know how much I hate This cruell, base oppression of the poore, First, I enjoyne you for the wrongs you have done, Make restitution; and because your goods Are not sufficient so to satisfie, I doe condemn your bodies to the Mynes, Where live like golden drudges all your lives, In digging of the mettall you best love: Death is your due, but for your noble race This gentle sentence I impose on you: The Duke succeeding shall behold it done. _Duke_. Who's that, my love? _Valen_. Kind _Fredericke_, your sonne: The interest that your grace hath given to me, I freely doe impart. _Duke_. We doe agree, To what my Dutchesse please. _Valen_. The state is thine, Thy Uncles sentence, _Fredericke_, shall be mine. _Fred_. Beare them away, what you have said shall stand, Whilst I have interest in this new given land. _Hat_. We doe receive our judgements, with a curse.