They seldom take away, but with exchange;
And to the poor they often give; return
The hurt and sick recover'd;130
Reward or punish, as they do find cause.
Orsabrin. How, cause?
Samorat. Why, sir, they blind still those they take,
And make them tell the stories of their lives;
Which known, they do accordingly.135
Orsabrin. You make me wonder, sir.
How long is't since they thus have troubled you?
Samorat. It was immediately upon
The great deciding day, fought 'twixt the two
Pretending families, the Tamorens140
And the Orsabrins.
Orsabrin. Ha! Orsabrin?
Samorat. But, sir, that story's sad and tedious:
W'are ent'ring now the town, a place less safe
Than were the woods, since Torcular is slain.145
Orsabrin. How, sir?
Samorat. Yes.
He was the brother to the Prince's mistress;
The lov'd one too.
If we do prize ourselves at any rate,150
We must embark, and change the clime: there is
No safety here.
Orsabrin. Hum!
Samorat. The little stay we make,
Must be in some dark corner of the town;155
From whence, the day hurried to th' other world.
We'll sally out, to order for our journey.
That I am forc'd to this, it grieves me not;
But, gentle youth, that you should for my sake
Orsabrin. Sir,160
Lose not a thought on that: a storm at sea
Threw me on land, and now a storm on land
Drives me to sea again.
Samorat. Still noble
