_Offi_. The Lord of heaven have mercy on her soule, And teach all others by this spectacle, To shunne such dangers as she ran into, By her misguided taciturnitie: Cut downe their bodies, give hers funerall, But let his body be conveyed hence, To _Mile-end_ greene, and there be hang'd in chaines. [_Exeunt omnes_. _Enter Truthe_. _Tru_. See here the end of lucre and desire Of riches, gotten by unlawfull meanes. What monstrous evils this hath brought to passe, Your scarce-drie eyes give testimoniall; The father sonne, the sister brother brings, To open scandall and contemptuous death. _Enter Homicide and Covetousnesse_. But heere come they that wrought these deeds of ruthe, As if they meant to plot new wickednesse. Whether so fast, you damned miscreants, Yee vaine deluders of the credulous, That seeke to traine men to destruction? _Mur_. Why, we will on, to set more harmes a flote, That I may swim in rivers of warme blood, Out-flowing from the sides of Innocents. _Cove_. I will entice the greedie-minded soule, To pull the fruite from the forbidden tree; Yet _Tantall_-like, he shall but glut his eye, Nor feede his body with salubrious fruite. _Tru_. Hence Stigmaticks, you shall not harbor heare, To practice execrable butcheries! My selfe will bring your close designes to light, And overthrow your vilde conspiracies. No hart shall intertaine a murthrous thought Within the sea-imbracing continent, Where faire _Eliza_, Prince of pietie, Doth weare the peace-adorned Diadem. _Cove_. Mauger the worst, I will have many harts That shall affect my secret whisperings; And chinck of golde is such a pleasing crie, That all men wish to heare such harmony, And I will place stern _Murther_ by my side, That we may do more harmes then haughty pride. _Homi_. Truth, now farewell; hereafter thou shalt see Ile vexe thee more with many tragedies. _Truth_. The more the pitty; would the hart of man Were not so open wide to entertaine The harmfull baites of selfe-devouring sinne! But from the first unto the latter times, It hath and will be so eternally.---- Now it remaines to have your good advice Unto a motion of some consequence. There is a Barke thats newly rigd for sea, Unmand, unfurnishd with munition: She must incounter with a greater foe Then great _Alcydes_ slue in _Lerna_ Lake Would you be pleasd to man this willing barke With good conceits of her intencion; To store her with the thundring furniture Of smoothest smiles, and pleasing plaudiats; She shall be able to endure the shock Of snarling _Zoylus_, and his cursed crue, That seekes to sincke her in reproches waves; And may perchance obteine a victorie Gainst curious carpes, and fawning parasites: But if you suffer her, for want of ayde, To be orewhelmed by her insulting foes, Oh then she sinckes, that meant to passe the flood With stronger force to do her countrie good. It resteth thus; whether she live or dye, She is your Beades-man everlastinglie.