Turr. I heard my Lord Cramdown fay, he had not broke his Faft this Half Hour. Mort. Poor Gentleman! I am afraid he will be ftarved if he fafts half another Is every thing ready? Turr. Every thing my Lord- the Sauces are all prepar❜d. Mort. Well then, I'll be with themThey are above bribing, they fay; let us fee if we cannot eat and drink them into better Underftanding. And when I have difputed 'em, I'll repair A ACT III. SCENE CONTINUED. FFAIRS feem veering, and the Fane of Which hitherto has pointed to our Wishes, Nevill. 'Tis odd; and we muft arm against it I would have paffed the Anti-chamber, He barr'd my Entrance; he replied morofely, Nevill. He answered better than I knew my Bid me return; there was no room for Scouts. Had Had not old Leicester, Berkley, Exeter, To thefe he turn'd the Key-faid they were ftaid for. Some of 'em have been faulty against the Queen, For which they were forbid the Royal Prefence, And with a Sullennefs withdrew from Court. What brings 'em hither now is worth Enquiry: Unfent for I am fure they did not come; For Mortimer and they, like jarring Elements, But what this feafting--what has that produc'd? Nor yet the oft-fill'd Goblet aught avail'd. SCENE changes to another Apartment. Enter Mortimer and Serj. Eitherfide with a Paper. He mumbles it-Eyes Mortimer, and at laft Speaks the fuppofed End. Serj. Formal Process, Let Mountacute be difpatch'd, fay you? ha! murder'd! Mort. Why do you hefitate? I fay, difpatch'd: Are you fo fqueamish you can't digeft the Term? Serj. No, my Lord, not I; but wou'd not lodg ing him in a Jail for his Life ferve as well? Mort. Away, Trifler-do you make fcruple? let me but hear another Syllable that contradicts what I've decreed, and thou art loft for ever I will diveft thee of thy Lordship, expofe thee as a Sacrifice to the Rabble, and how they'll use thee, thy Confcience beft can tell. Seri. Serj. The Devil's in him, I must submitI have run my felf like Thieves, fo far into ill Company, that now I would reform, my Affociates won't let me. [Afide.] My Lord, I befeech you be not angry: I did this only to found the Depth of your Lordship's Intentions; and fince you are refolv'd, he fhall be Difpatch'd-Murder'd- -any Thing. Mort. 'Tis well-about it then. Serj. I was born to ferve your Honour. I will retrieve your Favour. tho' it be by turning Executioner myself, and will trufs up your Enemies with as little Regret, as a Farmer does the Moles that moleft his Ground-It fhall be done, my Lord. [Exit. Mort. This Fellow came from Proteus, the Camelion changes not faster.- -How now! Your Bufinefs? Enter Turrington and Nevill. Tur. 'Tis of Importance, ftand upon your guard; For Berkley, Exeter, and many others, Who not long fince were banifh'd from the Court, Are now with Edward close lock'd up with Him. Mort, Ha! Nevill. By Heavens, 'tis truewe faw 'em enter. We wou'd have follow'd 'em but were deny'd; Mort. Withdraw to my Apartment come prefently. -I'll [Exe. Tur. and Nev. How's this? fo cunning, Boy? Damnation! Are ye upon the Catch, my Politicians? That Exeter's the Devil for a Statefinan, And must be the Guide o'th' Council too, or Nothing. The fubtle Fiend has left and fought more Parties, Than all the Cabinet-Pack fhuffled together. He was for us but faulter'd when he found My My Intereft greater in the Queen than his. Enter Queen. Queen. What always mufing? ever Melancholy? No vain Chimæra, but a juft Occafion: Those fawcy Peers, who vilify'd your Crown, Learning the pliant Youth how he may ihake Mort. You be the judge; for you it moft con cerns. Since Mountacute has whistled to this Sterlin, Mort. Can fhe obey, who always did command? Accept a private Penfion, fmall Attendance, Nay blush not, Madam, this must all be done, Bred when I wished a Barrennefs upon me, [Afide. Queen. Can the froward Chit believe, because my Son, I'd ftill him with a Play-thing called a Crown, The Fragments of the Grandeur I had left? Mort. There spoke a Queen; this is true Majefty. ever. I will visit strait thefe clofe Confpirators, |