 for all the wrath of
    This and the other world: not daring to
    Lift my hopes to any pardon. O sir!
    'Twas he (back'd by that bad Prince and other giddy
    Hopes) that would have seduc'd my brother to
    That act against your sacred life.

    +King.+ Would it went no further? Duke de Bereo,
    Can now your brow change colour?

    +Duke.+ 'Tis all imposture.

    +King.+ Fie, fie; don't glory against heaven, that hath
    Left thy sin to subterfuge.

    +Duke.+ You would not fright me from myself?

    +King.+ Well; our guard!

    +Doct.+ May it please--                                   [_Kneels._

    +King.+ Rise, What would you say, sir?

    +Doct.+ Under your gracious licence this. We found our
    princely lady and the lady Cleara cold in their clodded gore:
    this Colonel so spent in expense of blood, as we could not
    say alive; for that half spark of heat left in his veins was
    then e'en going out. Our care having preserved and kindled it
    to life again, after his shattered faculties could pant and
    breathe, he called for pen and ink, and caused us to write what
    is there contained.                                [_Gives a paper._

    +Des.+ Of too much truth; and I blush for those few
    Drops of blood I have left to expiate.

    +Duke.+ I am betrayed and lost!
    Could'st be in love with that saint life, for one
    Poor minute's smile, to betray it to ignominy and law?
    I could trample on thy skull, until thy reeking
    Brain sparkled about the dust. See how busily
    They contract their dusky brows! Consult things
    Safely, and let some reverend statute be ordained
    In honour of all cowards. [_Aside._] De Castro! for this good
    Service know, 'twas I that laid thy father's head
    Upon the block: complotted with the Portuguese
    To make him guilty to the King: and envying that
    
for all the wrath of 
     This and the other world: not daring to 
     Lift my promise to any forgiveness. O sir! 
    ' Twas he (back'd by that bad Prince and other giddy 
     Hopes) that would have seduc'd my buddy to 
     That act against your sacred life. 

     + King.+ Would it went no far? Duke de Bereo, 
     Can now your brow variety color? 

     + Duke.+' Tis all imposture. 

     + King.+ Fie, fie; don't glory against heaven, that hath 
     leave thy sin to subterfuge. 

     + Duke.+ You would not fright me from myself? 

     + King.+ Well; our guard duty! 

     + Doct.+ May it please--                                    [ _ Kneels. _ 

     + King.+ Rise, What would you read, sir? 

     + Doct.+ Under your gracious license this. We found our 
     princely lady and the dame Cleara cold in their clodded gore: 
     this Colonel so spent in expense of blood, as we could not 
     allege alive; for that half spark of hotness left in his vein was 
     then e'en going out. Our care having preserved and kindled it 
     to life again, after his shatter faculties could pant and 
     breathe, he called for pen and ink, and caused us to write what 
     is there contained.                                 [ _ Gives a paper. _ 

     + Des.+ Of too much truth; and I blush for those few 
     Drops of blood I have left to expiate. 

     + Duke.+ I am betrayed and lost! 
     Could'st be in love with that saint life, for one 
     hapless minute's smile, to betray it to shame and jurisprudence? 
     I could tramp down on thy skull, until thy reeking 
     Brain sparkled about the debris. See how busily 
     They sign their dusky brows! confer things 
     Safely, and let some reverend statute be ordained 
     In honour of all coward. [ _ Aside. _ ] De Castro! for this good 
     Service know,' twas I that laid thy founder's head 
     Upon the blocking: complotted with the Portuguese 
     To make him guilty to the King: and envying that
 fog all the wrath of
    Thls and the other world: iot darjng to
    Lift my hopes to any pardoi. O wir!
    'Twas he (back'd by thag bad Prijce and ithec giddy
    Hopes) that womjd hzye sebur'd my brother tp
    That dct against yogr sccred life.

    +King.+ Would it went no surther? Dkke de Bereo,
    Cam now jomr brow change colour?

    +Duke.+ 'Tia all ikposture.

    +Kong.+ Fie, fie; don't glory agalnst heaven, that hath
    Left thy sin ro subterfugd.

    +Duke.+ Jmu would nkt fright me from myself?

    +Kine.+ Welk; our guare!

    +Fmct.+ May it 'lease--                                   [_Kneels._

    +Kibg.+ Rise, What would yon say, sir?

    +Doct.+ Unqer your crccious licence this. Ww dound our
    oeinzelg kasy and thx lady Cleada cold in rheir clodded gore:
    nnis Colonel ao spegt in expense of blood, as we could not
    sag alive; for that half spark of heat left in jis veins was
    then e'en going out. Our care having presereed aid kiueled kr
    to life again, after his shattered facultief cpukd pant and
    breathe, he cwlkgd for pen and ink, aus daused us to write what
    is rhere conuainec.                                [_Gives c pqper._

    +Des.+ Of too much truth; and I blish for those few
    Drups kf blood I jave left go expiate.

    +Duye.+ P am betrayed and lost!
    Coulq'st be in lovz with tfat xaint jife, for oje
    Poor minute's smile, to bgtray ht to ignoliny and law?
    I could trample on thy skull, onthl nhy reekiug
    Nrain sparkled wbout the dust. See hoc busiuy
    They contrart their dushy brows! Consgpt things
    Safely, wnd oet wome rexdrend statute ne ordainvd
    Un honour of all cpwatda. [_Aside._] De Castxu! for this good
    Rerdibe lnjf, 'twas I thad lakd gny fagher's htcd
    Uppn the block: complotded sith the Portuguesr
    To maje him gtilty to the Ling: and envying tjat
    
for all the wrath of This and world: daring to my hopes to he by that bad and other giddy that would have seduc'd my brother That act against your sacred life. +King.+ Would it went no further? Duke Bereo, Can now your brow change colour? +Duke.+ 'Tis all imposture. +King.+ Fie, don't against that Left thy sin to subterfuge. +Duke.+ You would not fright me from myself? +King.+ Well; our +Doct.+ May it please-- [_Kneels._ +King.+ Rise, What you say, sir? +Doct.+ your gracious licence this. We our lady and lady cold their clodded gore: Colonel so spent in expense of blood, as we could not say alive; for that half spark heat left veins was e'en out. care having preserved it to life again, after his pant and breathe, he called for pen and and caused to write what is there contained. a paper._ +Des.+ Of too much truth; and blush for those few Drops of blood I have left to expiate. +Duke.+ I am lost! Could'st be in with that saint for Poor smile, betray it ignominy and law? I could trample on thy skull, until thy Brain sparkled about the dust. See how busily They contract brows! things Safely, and some reverend statute be In of all cowards. [_Aside._] for good I laid father's head Upon the complotted with the Portuguese To him guilty to the
 for all the wrath of
    This and thE other worlD: not dAriNg tO
    LIft mY hopEs to any pardon. O SIr!
    'TwAs he (back'd by that bad PrinCe and OtHEr giDDy
    hopes) That wouLD hAVE seDuC'd My bRoTHeR to
    ThAt aCt againSt your sacrEd lIfE.

    +King.+ Would it WEnT no further? dukE de Bereo,
    Can nOw yOur broW cHanGE coloUr?

    +DUke.+ 'TiS all imPOsture.

    +king.+ Fie, fiE; dON't glorY Against HEAvEn, thAt hath
    Left thy sin tO SuBTerfuge.

    +Duke.+ You Would nOt FRiGHT me FroM myself?

    +KinG.+ WEll; ouR Guard!

    +DoCT.+ MAY IT plEAse--                                   [_Kneels._

    +King.+ rise, What wouLD yoU say, siR?

    +DOct.+ uNder yoUr graCiOUs lIcence this. WE fouNd our
    prinCely laDY and the LAdy CleaRa cold In tHeiR cloDDeD gOre:
    ThIS CoLOnEl sO SpeNt in expeNsE oF blooD, as wE COULd noT
    saY aliVe; for That half spark Of hEat lEFt iN his vEins wAs
    thEn E'en goIng out. our caRe Having preserved And kIndled it
    tO liFe AgaIn, After HIs shatTerEd fAcultieS could pANt aNd
    BREAtHe, he called for pen anD iNK, AnD caused uS to wriTE wHaT
    Is there cOnTaiNed.                                [_GIVEs a paPer._

    +DES.+ OF too much Truth; aND I BlUsh for tHoSe few
    DRoPs oF blOod I hAVe leFt to exPiate.

    +DukE.+ I am bETrayed and lost!
    COUld'st be in love WItH THaT SainT liFe, for one
    PooR minUTe's sMile, TO bEtrAY it to IgnomInY AnD Law?
    I could trample on tHy Skull, uNtil tHy reeking
    BraiN sparkled aBOUT the dust. see hOW bUSily
    They contraCt theIr dusky broWS! Consult ThingS
    Safely, aNd let some REVerend stAtuTe bE orDaiNED
    IN honour of all cOWArds. [_asIde._] De CaStrO! for thiS goOd
    SErvIce KnOw, 'twas I thAt laid thY fAtHeR's HeaD
    Upon THe block: cOmPloTtEd wIth thE portugUese
    TO makE hIm GUilTy to the kInG: ANd enVyInG thaT
    
 for all the wrath of
   This and t he ot her  wo rl d: n ot d aring to
    L i ft m y hopes to any pardon.  O si r!    ' Tw as he  (back' d  b y tha tba d P ri n ce  andoth er gidd y
    Hope s)th at would hav e  s educ'd mybro ther to
   Tha t actag ain s t you r s acred  life. 
    + King.+ Wo ul d  it we n t no fu r t he r? D uke de Bereo,
  Ca n  now your brow  chang ec ol o u r?
   +Duke.+'T is al l  impost u re .   +King.+ Fie,fie; don'tg lor y agai ns t h e aven,thatha t h
   Left thy  sin  to subte rfuge. 
    +D u ke.+ Yo u woul d n otfrig h tme  fr om mys e lf ?
  +King.+We ll ; our  gua r d ! 
   +D oct. + May  it please--                         [_Kn eels. _
    +King.+ Ri se,What woul d y ou  sa y,  sir? 
    + Doc t.+  Underyour gr a cio us l i ce nce this. We found  o u r 
   princ ely la d yan d  the lad yCle arac o ld in  the i rcloddedgore:  t his Col on el sosp ent  in  expe n se o f bloo d, as we  coul d  not
    say a l ive; for that ha l f  s p arkofheat left i n hi s  vei ns w a s  thene'engo i ng out. Our care havin gpreser ved a nd kindled it 
    to li f e again, a fter hi s  shattered fac ultie s could pa n t and
   bre athe, he  called f o r  pen and  in k,and  ca u s ed  us to writew h at
  is the recontain ed.                         [_ Gi ves  a pa p er._

  +De s. + O f too much t ruth;  and  I  b l ush  for th o se f ew
  D rops  of  b loodI ha v e l eft toexpiate.
  +Du ke .+  I am b etrayed and l os t!
    Cou ld 'st  be in l ove with  that saint life, for o n e
    P oor  minu te's  smile, t o b etrayitt o igno miny a nd la w? 
 I cou l d  t ram pl e on thy s k u ll,  unti lthyreeking 
    Brain sparkle d  ab out the dust.  Se e ho w bu sil y 
  T he y  co n t ract their dusk y brows! C on s ul t things
  S af ely, an d let s ome r e verendstatute b e ordaine d   I n  ho nour of al l coward s. [_Asid e ._] D e  C astro ! f or thi sgoo d
   Servi c e k now,'twasIthat l aid t hy  father' s head
    Upon the blo ck: co mplot ted  with the  Po r tug uese
   To m ake him gu ilt y t o the  Ki n g: an d en v yi ngt hat
   
 for_all the_wrath of
  _ This_and_the other_world:_not daring to
_  _Lift my hopes to_any pardon. O_sir!
_   'Twas he (back'd by that bad Prince and other giddy
 __ Hopes)_that_would_have seduc'd my brother to
_   That act_against your_sacred life.

    +King.+ Would it_went_no further? Duke_de Bereo,
    Can now your brow_change colour?

    +Duke.+_'Tis all imposture.

___ +King.+ Fie, fie;_don't glory against heaven, that hath
_   Left thy sin_to subterfuge.

    +Duke.+ You_would not fright me from myself?

_   +King.+ Well;_our guard!

_   +Doct.+ May_it please-- _ _  _     _  _     __  ___ _  __ [_Kneels._

__  +King.+ Rise, What would_you_say, sir?

    +Doct.+ Under_your gracious licence this._We_found our
  _ princely lady and the_lady Cleara cold in their clodded_gore:
 _ _this Colonel so spent in expense of blood, as we could_not
    say alive;_for that half spark_of heat_left_in his veins_was
_ _ then e'en going out. Our care_having preserved_and kindled it
   _to life again, after_his_shattered faculties could pant and
 _  breathe, he called for_pen and ink, and caused_us_to_write what
   _is there contained.   _  _      __     __     ___  [_Gives a paper._

_   +Des.+ Of too_much truth; and I blush for those few
 _  Drops_of blood I have left_to_expiate.

_   +Duke.+ I am betrayed and lost!
 _ _Could'st be in_love with that saint life, for one
   _Poor minute's smile, to betray it to_ignominy and law?
    I could trample on thy_skull, until thy reeking
    Brain_sparkled about the dust. See how busily
_   They_contract_their dusky brows! Consult things
  __Safely,_and_let some reverend_statute be ordained
_  _In honour_of all cowards._[_Aside._] De_Castro! for this_good
_   Service know, 'twas I that laid thy father's head
    Upon the block:_complotted with the Portuguese
  _ To make him guilty_to_the King: and_envying that
  _ 