Poems on several occasions written by the Honoura ble Sir Robert Howard.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 3.

Enter Pysander hastily, the Blind Lady fol∣lowing, Peter directing.

[Alarm.

Pys.

NOw the Devill raise a Barricado, I am storm'd too; I have pepper'd the Rogues on my side, I must go see how the other fares.

Caec.

Is he here, Peter?

Pet.

Straight on, an't like your Ladiship.

Caec.

Pray stay, sweet Captain; Oh, oh, All my corn's a-fire, good Captain. Straight before still, Peter?

Pet.

Yes Madam.

Pys.

By this light, Sir, I'le direct your nose to the wall,

Caec.

Good Captain, all, all, my corn, oh, oh; The great Barn's on fire, look how it burns. I•• this your kindnesse? pray, your hand.

Pys.

Pray take this for interposition.

he laies some∣thing in the way.

It will not do, she'l run her head Against something or other, and beat her brains out. —I must place her in here— VVhat's this, a Corn-house—Here Madam. Give me your hand, rest your self a little, And I'le be with you presently: and for you, wise Sir,

he places her in the Vault.

Let her alone, til I, like a good Midwife, Come and deliver her: This, Sir, you had best ob∣serve.

[Exit.

Pet.

VVhy its very well, I thought at least I might have given her A hot fire•• shovell to have bak'd a cake upon. Nothing troubles me— But that the Rats and Mice may play with her nose. I thought she would be brought to this, Mrs. Quinever Is employ'd in casting bullets with a face Like fiery Sol in Leo, if this hurry hold long, My poor old Lady may wish she had lost All senses as well as seeing; for god knows The employment for the rest are miserable. Hark, a noise, they are at it, much good may't do them;

[a noise.

To run away it is impossible, and from my chamber I can see all the shooting; it has made me wish a thousand times

I were as blind as my old Lady, I'le to her in the Vault, I never thought my self too safe, he that did, Let him leap Towers for Peter.

[He descends into the Vault.