_1st Mast._ Hither from foreign courts have princes come, And with our duke did acts of State commence, Here that great cardinal had first audience, The grave Campayne; that duke dead, his son That famous prince gave free possession Of this, his palace, to the citizens, To be the poor man’s ware-house; and endowed it With lands to the value of seven hundred marks,[308] With all the bedding and the furniture, once proper, As the lands then were, to an hospital Belonging to a Duke of Savoy. Thus Fortune can toss the world; a prince’s court Is thus a prison now. [308] This and the subsequent allusions to the Bridewell of Milan, of course, really have reference to the London Bridewell. In the reign of Henry VIII. princes were lodged there, and it was there that Cardinal Campeius had his first audience of the king. After Henry’s death, Edward VI. gave the palace to the citizens. It was moreover endowed with land belonging to the Savoy to the amount of 700 marks a year and the bedding and furniture of this hospital were bestowed upon it. _Duke._ ’Tis Fortune’s sport: These changes common are: the wheel of fate Turns kingdoms up, till they fall desolate. But how are these seven hundred marks by th’ year Employed in this your work-house? _1st Mast._ War and peace Feed both upon those lands: when the iron doors Of war burst open, from this house are sent Men furnished in all martial complement. The moon hath thorough her bow scarce drawn to th’ head, Like to twelve silver arrows, all the months, Since sixteen hundred soldiers went abroad. Here providence and charity play such parts, The house is like a very school of arts, For when our soldiers, like ships driven from sea, With ribs all broken, and with tattered sides, Cast anchor here again, their ragged backs How often do we cover! that, like men, They may be sent to their own homes again. All here are but one swarm of bees, and strive To bring with wearied thighs honey to the hive. The sturdy beggar, and the lazy loon, Gets here hard hands, or laced correction. The vagabond grows staid, and learns t’obey, The drone is beaten well, and sent away. As other prisons are, some for the thief, Some, by which undone credit gets relief From bridled debtors; others for the poor, So this is for the bawd, the rogue, the whore. _Car._ An excellent team of horse! _1st Mast._ Nor is it seen That the whip draws blood here, to cool the spleen Of any rugged bencher; nor does offence Feel smart on spiteful, or rash evidence: But pregnant testimony forth must stand, Ere justice leave them in the beadle’s hand, As iron, on the anvil are they laid, Not to take blows alone, but to be made And fashioned to some charitable use. _Duke._ Thus wholsom’st laws spring from the worst abuse. _Enter_ ORLANDO, _disguised as a ~Serving-man~, and_ BELLAFRONT. _Bell._ Let mercy touch your heart-strings, gracious lord, That it may sound like music in the ear Of a man desperate, being i’th’ hands of law. _Duke._ His name?