I've got the trick o' the eye and wrist-who was he? What's all his gods-his goddesses and lies?—the first a'nt worth a word; and for the two last, I was always a prince of both! "Caitiff!" and "beast!" and " thing!"-who was he? CHIEF OFFICER. You're ours, for sundry villanies committed, JACCONOT (after a pause). no Then may Vice and I sit crown'd in heaven, while Law and Honesty stalk damned through hell! Now do I see the thing very plain !-treachery-treachery, my masters! I know the jade that hath betrayed me-I know her. 'Slud! who cares? She was a fine woman, too—a rare person-and a good spirit; but there's an end of all now-she's turned foolish and virtuous, and a tell-tale, and I am to be turned to dust through it-long, long before my time: and these princely limbs must go make a dirt-pie-build up a mud hut-or fatten an alderman's garden! There! calf-heads-there's a lemon for your mouths! Heard'st ever such a last dying speech and confession! Write it in red ochre on a sheet of Irish, and send it to Mistress Cecily for a deathwinder. I know what you've got against me—and I know you all deserve just the same yourselves—but lead on, my masters! Exeunt JACCONOT and OFFICERS. MIDDLETON. O Marlowe ! canst thou rise with power no more? What is't comes hither, like a gust of wind? CECILIA rushes in. CECILIA. Where-where? O, then, 'tis true-and he is dead! All's over now-there's nothing in the world— For he who raised my heart up from the dust, I never knew how deep it was till now! Through me, too!-do not curse me !—I was the cause— Yet do not curse me-No! no! not the cause, But that it happen'd so. This is the reward I have been Lifted in heavenly air-and suddenly The arm that placed me, and with strength sustain'd me, Is snatch'd up, starward: I can neither follow, Nor can I touch the gross earth any more! Pray for me, gentlemen !-but breathe no blessings- I wish no blessings-nor could bear their weight; (Sinks down upon the body.) MIDDLETON. "Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough!" VOL. III. Dark Curtain. (Solemn music.) 2 |