_Vitry._ Who would e'er have thought The good old Queen, your Highness reverend mother, Into whose house (which was an Academ,) In which all principles of lust were practis'd: No soldier might presume to set his foot; At whose most blessed intercession All offices in the state, were charitably Confer'd on Panders, o'erworn chamber wrestlers, And such physitians as knew how to kill With safety under the pretence of saving, And such like children of a monstrous peace, That she I say should at the length provide That men of war, and honest younger brothers, That would not owe their feeding to their cod-peece, Should be esteem'd of more than mothers, or drones, Or idle vagabonds. _Theod._ I am glad to hear it, Prethee what course takes she to doe this? _Vitry._ One that cannot fail, she and her virtuous train, With her jewels, and all that was worthy the carrying, The last night left the court, and, as 'tis more Than said, for 'tis confirm'd by such as met her, She's fled unto your brother. _Theod._ How? _Vitry._ Nay storm not, For if that wicked tongue of hers hath not Forgot [its] pace, and _Thierry_ be a Prince Of such a fiery temper, as report Has given him out for; You shall have cause to use Such poor men as my self; And thank us too For comming to you, and without petitions; Pray heaven reward the good old woman for't. _Mart._ I foresaw this. _Theod._ I hear a tempest comming, That sings mine & my kingdomes ruin: haste, And cause a troop of horse to fetch her back: Yet stay, why should I use means to bring in A plague that of her self hath left me? Muster Our Soldiers up, we'll stand upon our guard, For we shall be attempted; Yet forbear The inequality of our powers will yield me Nothing but loss in their defeature: something Must be done, and done suddainly, save your labor, In this I'll use no counsell but mine own, That course though dangerous is best. Command Our daughter be in readiness, to attend us: _Martell_, your company, and honest _Vitry_, Thou wilt along with me. _Vitry._ Yes any where, To be worse than I 'm here, is past my fear. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter Thierry, Brunhalt, Bawdber, Lecure, &c._ _Thier._ You are here in a sanctuary; and that viper (Who since he hath forgot to be a Son, I much disdain to think of as a brother) Had better, in despight of all the gods, To have raiz'd their Temples, and spurn'd down their Altars, Than in his impious abuse of you, To have call'd on my just anger.