The Tragedy of
Rod.
Forobosco.
Ant.
Let him bring't presently.
Servant.
Oh, Gentlemen, o'th' Court, the fowlest treason.
Bos.
If that these Apricocks should be poysond, now;
Without my knowledge.
Serv.
There was taken even now a Switzer
In the Duchesse Bed-chamber.
2.Serv.
A Switzer?
Serv.
With a Pistoll in his great cod-piece.
Bos.
Hh, ha, ha.
Serv.
The cod-piece was the case for't.
2.Ser.
There was a cunning traitor.
Who would have search'd his cod-piece?
Serv.
True, if he had kept out of the Ladies chambers:
And all the mowldes of his buttons, were leaden bullets.
2.Serv.
Oh wicked Caniball: a fire-lock in's cod-piece?
Serv.
'Twas a French plot upon my life.
2.Ser.
To see what the Divell can doe.
Ant.
All the Offices here?
Serv.
We are:
Ant.
Gentlemen,
We have lost much Plate you know; and but this evening
Jewels, to the value of foure thousand Duckets
Are missing in the Ducthesse Cabinet,
Are the Gates shut?
Ser.
Yes.
Ant.
'Tis the Duchesse pleasure
Each Officer be lock'd into his chamber
Till the Sun-rysing: and to send the keyes
Of all their chests, and of their outward doores
Into her bed-chamber: She is very sicke.
Rod.
At her pleasure.
Ant.
She intreates you take't not ill: The Innocent
Shall be the more approv'd by it.
Bos.
Gentleman o'th' Wood-yard, where's your Switzer now?
Serv.
By this hand 'twas creadably reported by one o'th' Black-guard.
Del.
How fares it with the Dutchesse?
Ant.
She's expos'd
Unto
