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Believe it, I have found 'em good at eight; Why there are many like Quartella, sir, Remember not that they were ever maids. He takes delight not only in the act, But in the infamy of wickedness; But I will rid the world of such a monster; And therefore now, Verdugo, I pronounce, Because thouhast heaped up crimes, and drunk in vice, Which is dispersed into every limb, Thy body shall be laid upon a wheel, And limb by limb be broken, till thou diest; Nor shalt thou then find any other grave, Than the black maws of Vultures, and remain In the mean time a spectacle to men: This sentence justice hath declared by me. Sir? Not to be revoked, take him away, And early in the morning see't be done. I'll bear it manfully, although I feel Ixion▪ like the torment of the wheel, Such malefactors in a State are like To putrified members in man's body, Which like a skilful Surgeon, law finds best To cut off quite, lest they infect the rest. LOve built on virtue, cannot be Led by a rash credulity, To entertain reports that tend To the dishonour of a friend. True love is confident, a doubt That slakes loves fire will put out. As they whose tongues are used to err Are not believed, when they aver That which is true, so when we know A story false in part, we grow jealous of all; if truth once touch On falsehood, it is rendered such. When men in their revengeful hate Do study others ruins, Fate Acts justice' part, to let them see They plotted their own misery. 'Tis just that they themselves should find, What they to others have designed. But how are these amazed, when they Being about to seize their prey, Find themselves caught, yet do not know From whence they did receive the blow: Like him that hid his gold in hope To keep it safe, but found a rope. Though they could blind and bribe the law, And keep all witnesses in awe By their great power, though they could make By cunning the whole Stake mistake: Yet can they be so void of sense, To think to cozen Providence? If mischief-workers would but bend Their guilty thoughts, to weigh the end Of their ill deeds, they would confess, No safety found in wickedness. How can those crimes that heaven doth see And so abhor, unpunished be? Believe it sir, h'as all the signs of frenzy, His inflamed blood boils in his swelling veins, His eyes appear like fire, his colour changes, He grates his teeth, and falters in his speech; Sometimes he folds his arms, and deeply sighs, Then strikes his angry foot against the ground. Doth he continue in such violence As at the first? Yes sir, by fits; sometimes A stupid silence seizeth him, and then He breaks again into his former rage. These are, I must confess, the noted symptoms Of a hurt fancy; he's of a high spirit Apt to resent a wrong (if it could be) From fate itself; but, where he takes, a friend, On whom a man may build, as on a rock.
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Beleeve it, I have found um good at eight; Why there are many like Quartella, ſir, Remember not that they were ever maids. He takes delight not onely in the act, But in the infamy of wickedneſſe; But I will rid the world of ſuch a monſter; And therefore now, Verdugo, I pronounce, Becauſe th'haſt heap'd up crimes, and drunk in vice, Which is diſperſed into every limbe, Thy body ſhall be laid upon a wheele, And limb by limb be broken, till thou dyeſt; Nor ſhalt thou then finde any other grave, Then the blacke mawes of Vultures, and remaine In the meane time a ſpectacle to men: This ſentence juſtice hath declar'd by me. Sir? Not to be revok't, take him away, And early in the morning ſee't be done. I'le beare it manfully, although I feele Ixion▪ like the torment of the wheele, Such malefactors in a State are like To putrified members in mans body, Which like a skilfull Surgeon, law findes beſt To cut off quite, leſt they infect the reſt. LOve built on vertue, cannot be Led by a raſh credulitie, To entertaine reports that tend To the diſhonour of a friend. True love is confident, a doubt That ſlakes loves fire will put out. As they whoſe tongues are us'd to erre Are not beleev'd, when they averre That which is true, ſo when we know A ſtory falſe in part, we grow Iealous of all; if truth once touch On falſhood, it is render'd ſuch. When men in their revengefull hate Doe ſtudy others ruines, Fate Acts Iuſtice part, to let them ſee They plotted their owne miſery. 'Tis juſt that they themſelves ſhould finde, What they to others have deſign'd. But how are theſe amaz'd, when they Being about to ſeize their prey, Finde themſelves caught, yet doe not know From whence they did receive the blow: Like him that hid his gold in hope To keepe it ſafe, but found a rope. Though they could blinde and bribe the law, And keepe all witneſſes in awe By their great power, though they could make By cunning the whole Stake miſtake: Yet can they be ſo void of ſenſe, To thinke to cozen Providence? If miſchiefe-workers would but bend Their guilty thoughts, to weigh the end Of their ill deeds, they would confeſſe, No ſafety found in wickedneſſe. How can thoſe crimes that heaven doth ſee And ſo abhor, unpuniſh't be? BEleeve it ſir, h'as all the ſignes of phrenſie, His inflam'd bloud boyles in his ſwelling veynes, His eyes appeare like fire, his colour changes, He grates his teeth, and falters in his ſpeech; Sometimes he folds his armes, and deeply ſighes, Then ſtrikes his angry foot againnſt the ground. Doth he continue in ſuch violence As at the firſt? Yes ſir, by fits; ſometimes A ſtupid ſilence ſeizeth him, and then He breaks againe into his former rage. Theſe are, I muſt confeſſe, the noted ſymptomes Of a hurt fancy; he's of a high ſpirit Apt to reſent a wrong (if it could be) From fate it ſelfe; but, where he takes, a friend, On whom a man may build, as on a rocke.