_Val._ I not desire it, I have cast the worst, And even that worst to me is many blessings; I lov'd my friend, not measur'd out by time, Nor hired by circumstance of place and honour, But for his wealthy self and worth I lov'd him, His mind and noble mold he ever mov'd in, And wooe his friend because she was worthy of him, The only relique that he left behind, Sir; To give his ashes honour, Lady take me, And in me keep _Valerio_'s love alive still, When I am gone, take those that shall succeed me, Heaven must want light, before you want a Husband, To raise up heirs of love and noble memory, To your unfortunate-- _Evan._ Am I still hated? hast thou no end, O fate, of my affliction? Was I ordain'd to be a common Murdress? And of the best men too? Good Sir-- _Val._ Peace Sweet, look on my hand. _Evan._ I do accept the Gentleman, I faint with joy. _Fr._ I stop it, none shall have her, convey this stranger hence. _Val._ I am no stranger--Hark to the bell, that rings, Hark, hark, proud _Frederick_, that was King of mischief, Hark, thou abhorred man, dost thou hear thy sentence? Does not this bell ring in thine ears thy ruine? _Fred._ What bell is this? _Cam._ The Castle bell: Stand sure, Sir, and move not, if you do you perish. _Men._ It rings your knell; _Alphonso_, King _Alphonso_. _All. Alphonso_, King _Alphonso_. _Fred._ I am betrai'd, lock fast the Palace. _Cam._ We have all the keys, Sir. And no door here shall shut without our Licence. _Cle._ Do you shake now, Lord _Sorano_? no new trick? Nor speedy poison to prevent this business? No bawdy meditation now to fly to? _Fred._ Treason, Treason, Treason. _Cam._ Yes, we hear ye, _Enter_ Alphonso, Rugio, Marco, Castruchio, _Queen,_ _with Guard._ And we have found the Traytor in your shape, Sir, We'll keep him fast too. _Fred._ Recover'd! then I am gone, The Sun of all my pomp is set and vanisht. _Alp._ Have you not forgot this face of mine, King _Frederick_? Brother, I am come to see you, and have brought A Banquet to be merry with your Grace; I pray sit down, I do beseech your Majesty, And eat, eat freely, Sir, why do you start? Have you no stomach to the meat I bring you? Dare you not taste? have ye no Antidotes? You need not fear; _Sorano_'s a good Apothecary, Me thinks you look not well, some fresh wine for him, Some of the same he sent me by _Sorano_; I thank you for't, it sav'd my life, I am bound to ye, But how 'twill work on you--I hope your Lordship Will pledge him too, me thinks you look but scurvily, And would be put into a better colour, But I have a candi'd Toad for your Lordship. _Sor._ Would I had any thing that would dispatch me, So it were down, and I out of this fear once.