Ben Jonson

“ O my fair-feather'd, my red-breasted birds,
Come flie with me, I'll bring you to a choir,
Whose concert being sweeten'd with your sound,
The musick will be fuller, and each hour
The ears shall banquet with your harmony.
O! O! O! ”

“ Chr. Rachel! Angelo! signior Angelo!
Jaq. Angels! I, where? mine angels! where's my gold?
Why Rachel! O thou thievish Canibal!
Thou eat'st my flesh in stealing of my gold.
Chr. What gold?
Jaq. What gold? Rachel! call help, come forth!
I'll rip thine entrails, but I'll have my gold.
Rachel! why com'st thou not? I am undone.
Ah me, she speaks not! thou has slain my child.
[Exit.]
Christ. What is the man possest, trow! this is strange!
Rachel, I see, is gone with Angelo. ”