_Fool._ As Usurers do with their Gold, he would look on her, And read her over once a day, like a hard report, Feed his dull eye, and keep his fingers itching; For any thing else, she may appeal to a Parliament, _Sub Poena's_ and _Post Kaes_ have spoil'd his Codpiece; There's a Physician too, older than he, And _Gallen Gallinacius_, but he has lost his spurs, He would be nibling too. _Pod._ I marked the man, if he be a man. _Fool._ H'as much ado to be so, Searcloths and Sirrups glew him close together, He would fall a pieces else; mending of she Patients, And then trying whether they be right or no In his own person, there's the honest care on't, Has mollifi'd the man; if he do marry her, And come but to warm him well at _Cupids_ Bonfire, He will bulge so subtilly and suddenly, You may snatch him up by parcels, like a Sea Rack: Will your Worship go, and look upon the rest, Sir? And hear what they can say for themselves. _Pod._ I'le follow thee. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Camillo, Menallo, Cleanthes, _and_ Castruchio. _Cam._ You tell us wonders. _Cast._ But I tell you truths, they are both well. _Men._ Why are not we in Arms then? And all the Island given to know-- _Cast._ Discreetly and privately it must be done, 'twill miss else, And prove our ruines; most of the noble Citizens Know it by me, and stay the hour to attend it, Prepare your hearts and friends, let their's be right too, And keep about the King to avoid suspicion; _Enter_ Frederick _and_ Sorano. When you shall hear the Castle Bell, take courage, And stand like men, away, the King is coming. [_Exeunt Lords._ _Fre._ Now Captain, what have you done with your prisoner? _Cast._ He is dead, Sir, and his body flung into the Sea, To feed the fishes, 'twas your will, I take it, I did it from a strong Commission, And stood not to capitulate. _Fred._ 'Tis well done, And I shall love you for your faith. What anger Or sorrow did he utter at his end? _Cast._ Faith little, Sir, that I gave any ear to, He would have spoke, but I had no Commission To argue with him, so I flung him off; His Lady would have seen, but I lockt her up, For fear her womans tears should hinder us. _Fred._. 'Twas trusty still. I wonder, my _Sorano_, We hear not from the Monastery; I believe They gave it not, or else it wrought not fully. _Cast._ Did you name the Monastery? _Fred._ Yes, I did Captain. _Cast._ I saw the Fryer this morning, and Lord _Rugio_, Bitterly weeping, and wringing of their hands, And all the holy men hung down their heads. _Sara._ 'Tis done I'le warrant ye. _Cast._ I ask'd the reason. _Fred._ What answer hadst thou?