  A Room in Montsurry's House.] Enter Tamyra with a letter, Charlotte in mans attire. Tamyra. I see y'are servant, sir, to my deare sister, The lady of her loved Baligny. Charlotte. Madame, I am bound to her vertuous bounties For that life which I offer, in her service, To the revenge of her renowned brother.5 Tam. She writes to mee as much, and much desires That you may be the man, whose spirit shee knowes Will cut short off these long and dull delayes Hitherto bribing the eternall Justice: Which I beleeve, since her unmatched spirit10 Can judge of spirits that have her sulphure in them. But I must tell you that I make no doubt Her living brother will revenge her dead, On whom the dead impos'd the taske, and hee, I know, will come t'effect it instantly.15 Char. They are but words in him; beleeve them not. Tam. See; this is the vault where he must enter; Where now I thinke hee is. Enter Renel at the vault, with the Countesse being blinde. Renel. God save you, lady! What gentleman is this, with whom you trust The deadly waightie secret of this houre?20 Tam. One that your selfe will say I well may trust. Ren. Then come up, madame. He helps the Countesse up. See here, honour'd lady, A Countesse that in loves mishap doth equall At all parts your wrong'd selfe, and is the mistresse Of your slaine servants brother; in whose love, For his late treachrous apprehension, She wept her faire eyes from her ivory browes, And would have wept her soule out, had not I Promist to bring her to this mortall quarrie, That by her lost eyes for her servants love30 She might conjure him from this sterne attempt, In which (by a most ominous dreame shee had) Shee knowes his death fixt, and that never more Out of this place the sunne shall see him live. Char. I am provided, then, to take his place 35 And undertaking on me. Ren. You sir, why? Char. Since I am charg'd so by my mistresse, His mournfull sister. Tam. See her letter, sir. Hee reades. Good madame, I rue your fate more then mine, And know not how to order these affaires,40 They stand on such occurrents. Ren. This, indeede, I know to be your lady mistresse hand; And know besides, his brother will and must Indure no hand in this revenge but his. Enter Umbr[a] Bussy. Umbra. Away, dispute no more; get up, and see! Clermont must auchthor this just tragedie. Coun. Who's that? Ren. The spirit of Bussy. Tam. O my servant! Let us embrace. Umb. Forbeare! The ayre, in which My figures liknesse is imprest, will blast. Let my revenge for all loves satisfie,50 In which, dame, feare not, Clermont shall not dye. No word dispute more; up, and see th'event. Exeunt Ladyes. Make the guard sure, Renel; and then the doores Command to make fast, when the Earle is in. Exit Ren[el]. The blacke soft-footed houre is now on wing,55 Which, for my just wreake, ghosts shall celebrate With dances dire and of infernall state. Exit. LINENOTES:2 loved. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, lou'd. 4 her service. Ed.; Q, her vertuous service; vertuous, which is obviously hypermetrical, has been repeated by mistake from the previous line. |
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