Page:The First Part of the True and Honorable Historie of the Life of Sir John Old-castle (1600).pdf/77

 And boldly take your rest.

Oldca.I shal deare wife, Be too much trouble to thee.

LadyVrge not that, My duty binds me, and your loue commands. I would I had the skil with tuned voyce, To draw on sleep with some sweet melodie, But imperfectoin and vnaptnesse too, Are both repugnant, feare inserts the one, The other nature hath denied me vse. But what talke I of meanes to purchase that, Is freely hapned? sleepe with gentle hand, Hath shut his eie-liddes, oh victorious labour, How soone thy power can charme the bodies sense? And now thou likewise climbst vnto my braine, Making my heauy temples stoupe to thee, Great God of heauen from danger keepe vs free.

Lee.A murder closely done and in my ground? Search carefully, if any where it were, This obscure thicket is the likeliest place.

seruant.Sir I haue found the body stiffe with cold, And mangled cruelly with many wounds.

LeeLooke if thou knowest him, turne his body vp, A lacke it is my son, my sonne and heire, Whom two yeares since, I sent to Ireland, To practise there the discipline of warre, And comming home (for so he wrote to me) Some sauage hart, some bloudy diuellish hand, Either in hate, or thirsting for his coyne, Hath here slucde out his bloud, vnhappy houre, Accursed place, but most inconstant fate, That hadst reserude him from the bullets fire, And suffered him to scape the wood-karnes fury, Didst here ordaine the treasure of his life, (Euen here within the armes of tender peace, And