Into a hammer I'll convert my sword. I am for Vulcan now, for Mars no more; I'll marry and betake me to my yard, And if my trade then prove not worth a dodkin, SONG by BELLArio. Then farewell the drum, pike, gun, and the fife! And to our old trades again. Chorus. And to our old trades again. Come, Pergamus, tailor, and Blacksnout too, do, For if you tread awry they'll underlay you : So, furious Mars, we bid thee adieu, We care not for killing, it's a life for a Jew: ▪ Our hall.] Alluding, I suppose, to the hall of trade. Bout-hammer.] Probably a technical term for a blacksmith's hammer. Bout, besides its present signification, signified formerly a blow. And to our old trades again! Chorus. And to our old trades again! Thunder. Bell. Oh, the gods are angry! Let's begone. [Exeunt running. ACT V. SCENE I. Before the Palace. Enter LEARCHUS and LEONTIUS meeting, muffled up in Cloaks. Lear. Ha, ha, ha ! Leon. Why dost thou laugh, Learchus ? Lear. To see us two walk thus like Saturnists Muffled up in a condensed cloud. Why art thou sad, Leontius? Leon. Troth, I know not. Why art thou melancholy? Lear. Hang me if I can tell. Oh, now I re member: The king is discontented, and we courtiers 'Cause Philip had a wry neck they wore theirs so, And said 'twas all the fashion: yet, methinks, "Tis something more than strange To see this sudden alteration; Last night he was unbounded and profuse Enter RUFINUS. Ruf. Plotting still? You think to outdo me now in some rare springe To catch this green-head general; but not, you shall Nay, you cannot: know, brave spirits, 'tis done; Or plumb the unfathomed bottom. What means this silence? Do not your glad hearts leap Into your bosom to hear this brave revenge? Have you thus far mingled your bloods with mine, And waded hand in hand through death and hell, And do you now repent? Lear. Leon. Repent! Ruf. What then portends this sadness? Saw you the king to-day? Ruf. No. What succeeds your question? Ruf. What of that? Leon. Think you he has not caught intelligence Of Tullius' murder, or this feigned truce? Ruf. Why, say he have, do you shrink or shudder at it? 3 Joueltie.] So the MS. We have ventured too far in to retire now: 'Tis rather too much joy, surfeit of pleasure, This last night [in] the arms of Philadelpha; Lear. Ha, ha, ha! Ruf. And being fixed, perchance, He did not greatly mind ye; there's his sadness: Enter Messenger. Sent to me? Mess. And all your honours. The senate sits this morning instantly, The king in person too, but for what cause None but himself yet knows. Ruf. 'Tis a short summons: well, we shall at tend him. [Exit Messenger. Lear. What thinks Rufinus now? Ruf. By Jove, I am puzzled; yet, now And make an earthquake tumbling, that our fame May live to after-ages, and our acts And let our fates be like the elements, So linked and chained that none can break the twine But they that twisted it. This knot, methinks, Resembles just the trinal sisterhood That spun our thread of life: make much on't then. Before the destinies do wind it up They shall have many turnings. But when you see There is no remedy, let one stroke divide us. Lear. Leon. 'Tis resolved. [Cornets play a Lesson. Ruf. The senate s coming, fall into the train. SCENE II. [Exeunt. The Capitol. Enter MARCELLANUS, Old TULLIUS, and two other Senators; then TITUS MARTIUS, RUFINUS, LEARCHUS, LEONTIUS, and other Attendants; MARCUS TULLIUS in Disguise, among other Petitioners. M. Tull. I hope this habit's undiscoverable, [Aside. |