English drama -- 17th century; English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600
_Amb._ Methinks, y'are much too bold; you should a little
Remember us, brother, next to be honest duke.
_Sup._ Ay, it shall be as easy for you to be duke
As to be honest; and that's never, i' faith. [_Aside._
_Amb._ Well, cold he is by this time; and because
We're both ambitious, be it our amity,
And let the glory be shared equally.
_Sup._ I am content to that.
_Amb._ This night our younger brother shall out of prison:
I have a trick.
_Sup._ A trick! prythee, what is't?
_Amb._ We'll get him out by a wile.
_Sup._ Prythee, what wile?
_Amb._ No, sir; you shall not know it, till it be done;
For then you'd swear 'twere yours.
_Enter an_ Officer.
_Sup._ How now, what's he?
_Amb._ One of the officers.
_Sup._ Desired news.
_Amb._ How now, my friend?
_Off._ My lords, under your pardon, I am allotted
To that desertless office, to present you
With the yet bleeding head--
_Sup._ Ha, ha! excellent.
_Amb._ All's sure our own: brother, canst weep, think'st thou?
'Twould grace our flattery much; think of some dame;
'Twill teach thee to dissemble.
_Sup._ I have thought;--now for yourself.
_Amb._ Our sorrows are so fluent,
Our eyes o'erflow our tongues; words spoke in tears
Are like the murmurs of the waters--the sound
Is loudly heard, but cannot be distinguished.
_Sup._ How died he, pray?
_Off._ O, full of rage and spleen.
_Sup._ He died most valiantly, then; we're glad to hear it.
_Off._ We could not woo him once to pray.
_Amb._ He showed himself a gentlemen in that:
Give him his due.
_Off._ But, in the stead of prayer,
He drew forth oaths.
_Sup._ Then did he pray, dear heart,
Although you understood him not?
_Off._ My lords,
E'en at his last, with pardon be it spoke,
He cursed you both.
_Sup._ He cursed us? 'las, good soul!
_Amb._ It was not in our powers, but the duke's pleasure.
Finely dissembled a both sides, sweet fate;
O happy opportunity! [_Aside._
_Enter_ LUSSURIOSO.
_Lus._ Now, my lords.
_Amb. and Sup._ O!--
_Lus._ Why do you shun me, brothers?
You may come nearer now:
The savour of the prison has forsook me.
I thank such kind lords as yourselves, I'm free.
_Amb._ Alive!
_Sup._ In health!
_Amb._ Released!
We were both e'en amazed with joy to see it.
_Lus._ I am much to thank to you.
_Sup._ Faith, we spared no tongue unto my lord the duke.
_Amb._ I know your delivery, brother,
Had not been half so sudden but for us.
_Sup._ O, how we pleaded!
_Lus._ Most deserving brothers!
In my best studies I will think of it. [_Exit._
_Amb._ O death and vengeance!
_Sup._ Hell and torments!
_Amb._ Slave, cam'st thou to delude us?
_Off._ Delude you, my lords?
_Sup._ Ay, villain, where's his head now?
_Off._ Why here, my lord;
Just after his delivery, you both came
With warrant from the duke to behead your brother.
_Amb._ Ay, our brother, the duke's son.
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