_A curse upon thee for a slave,_ _Art thou here, and heardst me rave?_ _Fly not sparkles from mine eye,_ _To shew my indignation nigh?_ _Am I not all foam, and fire,_ _With voice as hoarse as a Town-crier?_ _How my back opes and shuts together,_ _With fury, as old mens with weather!_ _Could'st thou not hear my teeth gnash hither?_ _Lap._ No truly, Sir, I thought 't had been a Squirrel, Shaving a Hazel-nut. _Pas._ Death, Hell, Fiends, and darkness. I will thrash thy maungy carkass. _Lap._ Oh sweet Sir. _Pas._ There cannot be too many tortures, Spent upon those louzie Quarters. _Lap._ Hold, oh. [_Falls down for dead._ _Pas._ Thy bones shall rue, thy bones shall rue. Sings again. _Thou nasty, scurvy, mongril Toad,_ _Mischief on thee;_ _Light upon thee,_ _All the plagues_ _That can confound thee_ _Or did ever raign abroad:_ _Better a thousand lives it cost,_ _Than have brave anger spilt or lost._ [_Exit._ _Lap._ May I open mine eyes yet, and safely peep: I'll try a groon first--oh--Nay then he's gone. There was no other policy but to dy, He would ha' made me else. Ribs are you sore? I was ne'er beaten to a tune before. _Enter the two Brothers._ _1 Bro. Lapet._ _Lap._ Agen? [_Falls again._ _1 Bro._ Look, look, he's flat agen, And stretched out like a Coarse, a handful longer Than he walks, trust me brother. Why _Lapet_ I hold my life we shall not get him speak now: Monsieur _Lapet_; it must be a privy token, If any thing fetch him, he's so far gone. We come to pass our words for your mans truth. _Lap._ Oh Gentlemen y'are welcome: I have been thrash'd i' faith. _2 Bro._ How? thrash'd Sir? _Lap._ Never was Shrove-tuesday Bird So cudgell'd, Gentlemen. _1 Bro._ Pray how? by whom Sir? _Lap._ Nay, that I know not. _1 Bro._ Not who did this wrong? _Lap._ Only a thing came like a Walking Song. _1 Bro._ What beaten with a Song? _Lap._ Never more tightly, Gentlemen: Such crotchets happen now and then, methinks He that endures well, of all waters drinks. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Shamont's _Brother, the Soldier, and 1 Gentleman_. _Sold._ Yes, yes, this was a Madman, Sir, with you, A passionate Mad-man. _1 Gen._ Who would ha' lookt for this, Sir?