_Cit._ Heaven and his King save our most pious Soveraign. [_Exeunt Citizens._ _Rol._ Thanks my good people. Mother, and kind Sister, And you my noble Kinsmen, things born thus Shall make ye all command what ever I Enjoy in this my absolute Empire, Take in the Body of my Princely Brother, For whose Death, since his Fate no other way Would give my eldest birth his supream Right; We'll mourn the cruel influence it bears, And wash his Sepulchre with kindly tears. _Aub._ If this game end thus, Heavens will rule the set. What we have yielded to, we could not let. [_Exeunt omnes præter_ Latorch, _and_ Edith. _Lat._ Good Lady rise, and raise your Spirits withal, More high than they are humbled; you have cause, As much as ever honour'd happiest Lady; And when your Ears are freer to take in Your most amendful and unmatched fortunes, I'll make you drown a hundred helpless deaths In Sea of one life pour'd into your Bosome; With which shall flow into your arms, the Riches, The Pleasures, Honours, and the rules of Princes; Which though death stop your ears, methinks should open 'em, Assay to forget death. _Ed._ Oh slaughter'd Father. _Lat._ Taste of what cannot be redress'd, and bless The Fate that yet you curse so; since for that You spake so movingly, and your sweet eyes With so much Grace fill'd, that you set on fire The Dukes affection, whom you now may rule As he rules all his Dukedome, is't not sweet? Does it not shine away your sorrows Clouds? Sweet Lady, take wise heart, and hear and tell me. _Ed._ I hear no word you speak. _Lat._ Prepare to hear then, And be not barr'd up from your self, nor add To your ill fortune with your far worse judgment; Make me your servant to attend with all joys, Your sad estate, till they both bless and speak it: See how they'll bow to you, make me wait, command me To watch out every minute, for the stay Your modest sorrow fancies, raise your graces, And do my hopes the honour of your motion, To all the offered heights that now attend you: Oh how your touches ravish! how the Duke Is slain already with your flames embrac'd! I will both serve and visit you, and often. _Ed._ I am not fit, Sir. _Lat._ Time will make you, Lady. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter the Guard, 3 or 4 Boys, then the Sheriff, Cook,_ _Yeoman of the Cellar, Butler, Pantler to execution._ _1 Guard._ Come, bring in these fellows, on, away with 'em. _2 Guard._ Make room before there, room for the Prisoners. _1 Boy._ Let's run before, Boys, we shall have no places else. _2 Boy._ Are these the youths?