And much I fear, a worse than I expected.
You are the object, Lady, you are the eye
In which all excellence appears, all wonder,
From which all hearts take fire, all hands their valour:
And when he stands disputing, when you bid him,
Or but thinks of his Estate, Father, Mother,
Friends, Wife, and Children,
H'is a fool, and I scorn him,
And 't be but to make clean his sword, a coward;
Men have forgot their fealty to beauty.
Had I the place in your affections,
My most unworthy Uncle is fit to fall from,
Liv'd in those blessed eyes, and read the stories
Of everlasting pleasures figur'd there,
I wou'd find out your commands before you thought 'em,
And bring 'em to you done, e'r you dream't of 'em.
_Quis._ I admire his boldness.
_Pyn._ This, or any thing;
Your brothers death, mine Uncles, any mans,
No state that stands secure, if you frown on it.
Look on my youth, I bring no blastings to you,
The first flower of my strength, my faith.
_Quis._ No more Sir;
I am too willing to believe, rest satisfi'd;
If you dare do for me, I shall be thankful:
You are a handsome Gentleman, a fair one,
My servant if you please; I seal it thus, Sir.
No more, till you deserve more. [_Exit._
_Pyn._ I am rewarded:
This woman's cunning, but she's bloody too;
Although she pulls her Tallons in, she's mischievous;
Form'd like the face of Heaven, clear and transparent;
I must pretend still, bear 'em both in hopes,
For fear some bloudy slave thrust in indeed,
Fashion'd and flesh'd, to what they wish: well Uncle,
What will become of this, and what dishonor
Follow this fatal shaft, if shot, let time tell,
I can but only fear, and strive to cross it. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Armusia, Emanuel, _and_ Soza.
_Em._ Why are you thus sad? what can grieve or vex you
That have the pleasures of the world, the profits,
The honor, and the loves at your disposes?
Why should a man that wants nothing, want his quiet?
_Ar._ I want what beggars are above me in, content;
I want the grace I have merited,
The favor, the due respect.
_Soz._ Does not the King allow it?
_Ar._ Yes, and all honors else, all I can ask,
That he has power to give; but from his Sister,
The scornful cruelty, forgive me beauty,
That I transgress from her that should look on me,
That should a little smile upon my service,
And foster my deserts for her own faiths sake;
That should at least acknowledge me, speak to me.
_Soz._ And you goe whining up and down for this, Sir?
Lamenting and disputing of your grievances?
Sighing and sobbing like a sullen School-boy,
And cursing good-wife fortune for this favour?
_Ar._ What would you have me doe?
_Soz._ Doe what you should do,
What a man would doe in this case, a wise man,
An understanding man that knows a woman;
Knows her and all her tricks, her scorns, and all her trifles:
Goe to her, and take her in your arms, and shake her,
Take her and toss her like a barr.
_Em._ But be sure you pitch her upon a Feather-bed,
Shake her between a pair of Sheets, Sir,
There shake these sullen fits out of her, spare her not there;
There you may break her Will, and bruise no bone, Sir.
_Soz._ Goe to her.
_Em._ That's the way.
_Soz._ And tell her, and boldly,
And do not mince the matter, nor mock your self,
With being too indulgent to her pride:
Let her hear roundly from ye, what ye are,
And what ye have deserved, and what she must be.
_Em._ And be not put off like a common fellow,
With the Princess would be private,
Or that she has taken physick, and admits none;
I would talk to her any where.
_Ar._ It makes me smile.
_Em._ Now you look handsomly:
Had I a wench to win, I would so flutter her:
They love a man that crushes 'em to verjuce;
A woman held at hard meat, is your Spaniel.
_Soz._ Pray take our council, Sir.
_Ar._ I shall do something,
But not your way, it shews too boisterous,
For my affections are as fair and gentle,
As her they serve.
_Enter King._
_Soz._ The King.
_King._ Why how now friend?
Why do you rob me of the company
I love so dearly, Sir, I have been seeking you;
For when I want you, I want all my pleasure:
Why sad? thus sad still man? I will not have it;
I must not see the face I love thus shadowed.
_Em._ And't please your Grace, methinks it ill becomes him:
A soldier should be jovial, high and lusty.
_King._ He shall be so, come, come, I know your reason,
It shall be none to cross you, ye shall have her,
Take my word, ('tis a Kings word) ye shall have her,
She shall be yours or nothing, pray be merry.
_Arm._ Your Grace has given me cause, I shall be Sir,
And ever your poor servant.
_King._ Me my self, Sir,
My better self, I shall find time, and suddainly,
To gratifie your loves too, Gentlemen,
And make you know how much I stand bound to you:
Nay, 'tis not worth your thanks, no further complement;
Will you go with me friend?
_Arm._ I beseech your Grace,
Spare me an hour or two, I shall wait on you,
Some little private business with my self, Sir,
For such a time.
_King._ I'll hinder no devotion,
For I know you are regular, I'll take you Gentlemen,
Because he shall have nothing to disturb him,
I shall look for your friend. [_Exeunt. manet_ Armusia.
_Enter_ Panura.
_Arm._ I dare not fail, Sir:
What shall I do to make her know my misery,
To make her sensible? This is her woman,
I have a toy come to me suddenly,
It may work for the best, she can but scorn me,
And lower than I am, I cannot tumble,
I'll try, what e'er my fate be--Good even fair one.
_Pan._ 'Tis the brave stranger--A good night to you, Sir.
Now by my Ladies hand, a goodly Gentleman!
How happy shall she be in such a Husband!
Wou'd I were so provided too.
_Arm._ Good pretty one,
Shall I keep you company for an hour or two?
I want employment for this evening.
I am an honest man.
_Pan._ I dare believe ye:
Or if ye were not, Sir, that's no great matter,
We take mens promises, wou'd ye stay with me, Sir?
_Arm._ So it please you, pray let's be better acquainted,
I know you are the Princesses Gentlewoman,
And wait upon her near.
_Pan._ 'Tis like I do so.
_Arm._ And may befriend a man, do him fair courtesies,
If he have business your way.
_Pan._ I understand ye.
_Arm._ So kind an office, that you may bind a gentleman,
Hereafter to be yours; and your way too,
And ye may bless the hour you did this benefit:
Sweet handsome faces should have courteous minds,
And ready faculties.
_Pan._ Tell me your business,
Yet if I think it be to her, your self, Sir,
For I know what you are, and what we hold ye,
And in what grace ye stand, without a second,
For that but darkens, you wou'd do it better,
The Princess must be pleas'd with your accesses;
I'm sure I should.
_Arm._ I want a Courtiers boldness,
And am yet but a stranger, I wou'd fain speak with her:
_Pan._ 'Tis very late, and upon her hour of sleep, Sir.
_Ar._ Pray ye wear this, and believe my meaning civil,
My business of that fair respect and carriage:
This for our more acquaintance. [_Jewel._
_Pan._ How close he kisses!
And how sensible the passings of his lips are!
I must do it, and I were to be hang'd now, and I will do it:
He may do as much for me, that's all I aim at;
And come what will on't, life or death, I'll do it,
For ten such kisses more, and 'twere high treason.
_Arm._ I wou'd be private with her.
_Pan._ So you shall,
'Tis not worth thanks else, you must dispatch quick.
_Arm._ Suddenly.
_Pan._ And I must leave you in my chamber, Sir;
Where you must lock your self that none may see you;
'Tis close to her, you cannot miss the entrance,
When she comes down to bed.
_Arm._ I understand ye, and once more thank ye Lady.
_Pan._ Thank me but thus.
_Arm._ If I fail thee--
Come close then. [_Ex._
_Enter_ Quisara, _and_ Quisana.
_Quisar._ 'Tis late good Aunt, to bed, I am ev'n unready,
My woman will not be long away.
_Quisan._ I wou'd have you a little merrier first,
Let me sit by ye, and read or discourse
Something that ye fancy, or take my instrument.
_Quisar._ No, no I thank you,
I shall sleep without these, I wrong your age Aunt
To make ye wait thus, pray let me intreat ye,
To morrow I'll see ye, I know y'are sleepy,
And rest will be a welcome guest, you shall not,
Indeed you shall not stay; oh here's my woman,
_Enter_ Panura.
Good night, good night, and good rest Aunt attend you.
_Quisan._ Sleep dwell upon your eyes, and fair dreams court ye.
_Quisar._ Come, where have you been wench? make me unready;
I slept but ill last night.
_Pan._ You'll sleep the better
I hope [too] night, Madam.
_Quisar._ A little rest contents me;
Thou lovest thy bed _Panura_.
_Pan._ I am not in love Lady,
Nor seldom dream of devils, I sleep soundly.
_Quisar._ I'll swear thou dost, thy Husband wou'd not take it so well
If thou wert married wench.
_Pan._ Let him take, Madam,
The way to waken me, I am no Dormouse,
Husbands have larum bels, if they but
Ring once.
_Quisar._ Thou art a merry wench.
_Pan._ I shall live the longer.
_Quisar._ Prethee fetch my Book.
_Pan._ I am glad of that.
_Quisar._ I'll read awhile before I sleep.
_Pan._ I will Madam.
_Quisar._ And if _Ruy Dias_ meet you, and be importunate,
He may come in.
_Pan._ I have a better fare for you,
Now least in sight play I. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Armusia, _locks the door_.
_Quisar._ Why should I love him?
Why should I doat upon a man deserves not,
Nor has no will to work it? who's there wench?
What are you? or whence come you?
_Arm._ Ye may know me,
I bring not such amazement, noble Lady.
_Quisar._ Who let you in?
_Arm._ My restless love that serves ye.
_Quisar._ This is an impudence I have not heard of,
A rudeness that becomes a thief or ruffian;
Nor shall my brothers love protect this boldness,
You build so strongly on, my rooms are sanctuaries,
And with that reverence, they that seek my favours,
And humble fears, shall render their approaches.
_Arm._ Mine are no less.
_Quisar._ I am Mistriss of my self, Sir,
And will be so, I will not be thus visited:
These fears and dangers thrust into my privacy.
Stand further off, I'll cry out else.
_Arm._ Oh dear Lady!
_Quisar._ I see dishonor in your eyes.
_Arm._ There is none:
By all that beauty they are innocent;
Pray ye tremble not, you have no cause.
_Quisar._ I'll dye first;
Before you have your Will, be torn in pieces;
The little strength I have left me to resist you,
The gods will give me more, before I am forc'd
To that I hate, or suffer--
_Arm._ You wrong my duty.
_Quisar._ So base a violation of my liberty?
I know you are bent unnobly; I'll take to me
The spirit of a man; borrow his boldness,
And force my womans fears into a madness,
And e'er you arrive at what you aim at--
_Arm._ Lady,
If there be in you any womans pity;
And if your fears have not proclaim'd me monstrous;
Look on me, and believe me; is this violence?
Is it to fall thus prostrate to your beauty
A ruffians boldness? is humility a rudeness?
The griefs and sorrows that grow here an impudence?
These forcings, and these fears I bring along with me;
These impudent abuses offered ye;
And thus high has your brothers favour blown me:
Alas dear Lady of my life, I came not
With any purpose, rough or desperate,
With any thought that was not smooth and gentle,
As your fair hand, with any doubt or danger
Far be it from my heart to fright your quiet;
A heavy curse light on it, when I intend it.
_Quisar._ Now I dare hear you.
_Arm._ If I had been mischievous,
As then I must be mad; or were a monster,
If any such base thought had harbour'd here,
Or violence that became not man,
You have a thousand bulwarks to assure you,
The holy powers bear shields to defend chastity;
Your honor, and your virtues are such armours;
Your clear thoughts such defences; if you mis-doubt still
And yet retain a fear, I am not honest,
Come with impure thoughts to this place;
Take this, and sheath it here; be your own safety;
Be wise, and rid your fears, and let me perish;
How willing shall I sleep to satisfie you.
_Quisar._ No, I believe now, you speak worthily;
What came you then for?
_Arm._ To complain me, beauty,
But modestly.
_Quisar._ Of what?
_Arm._ Of your fierce cruelty,
For though I dye, I will not blame the doer:
Humbly to tell your grace, ye had forgot me:
A little to have touch'd at, not accused,
For that I dare not do, your scorns, pray pardon me
And be not angry that I use the liberty
To urge that word, a little to have shew'd you
What I have been, and what done to deserve ye,
If any thing that love commands may reach ye:
To have remembred ye, but I am unworthy,
And to that misery falls all my fortunes,
To have told ye, and by my life ye may believe me,
That I am honest, and will only marry
You, or your memory; pray be not angry.
_Quisar._ I thank you Sir, and let me tell you seriously,
Ye have taken now the right way to befriend ye,
And to beget a fair and clear opinion,
Yet to try your obedience--
_Arm._ I stand ready Lady.
Without presuming to ask any thing.
_Quisar._ Or at this time to hope for further favour;
Or to remember services or smiles;
Dangers you have past through, and rewards due to 'em;
Loves or despairs, but leaving all to me:
Quit this place presently.
_Arm._ I shall obey ye.
_Enter_ Ruy Dias.
_Ru._ Ha?
_Arm._ Who's this?
What art thou?
_Ru._ A Gentleman.
_Arm._ Thou art no more I'm sure: oh 'tis _Ruy Dias_;
How high he looks, and harsh!
_Ru._ Is there not door enough,
You take such elbow room?
_Arm._ If I take it, I'll carry it.
_Ru._ Does this become you Princess?
_Arm._ The Captain's jealous.
Jealous of that he never durst deserve yet;
Goe freely, goe, I'll give thee leave.
_Ru._ Your leave, Sir?
_Arm._ Yes my leave Sir, I'll not be troubled neither,
Nor shall my heart ake, or my head be jealous,
Nor strange suspitious thoughts reign in my memory;
Go on, and do thy worst, I'll smile at thee;
I kiss your fair hand first, then farewel Captain. [_Exit._
_Quisar._ What a pure soul inherits here! what innocence!
Sure I was blind when I first lov'd this fellow,
And long to live in that fogg still: how he blusters!
_Ru._ Am I your property? or those your flatteries,
The banquets that ye bid me to, the trust
I build my goodly hopes on?
_Quisar._ Be more temperate.
_Ru._ Are these the shews of your respect and favour?
What did he here, what language had he with ye?
Did ye invite? could ye stay no longer?
Is he so gracious in your eye?
_Quisar._ You are too forward.
_Ru._ Why at these private hours?
_Quisar._ You are too saucy,
Too impudent to task me with those errors.
Do ye know what I am Sir, and my prerogative?
Though you be a thing I have call'd by th' name of friend,
I never taught you to dispose my liberty;
How durst you touch mine honor? blot my meanings?
And name an action, and of mine but noble?
Thou poor unworthy thing, how have I grac'd thee!
How have I nourisht thee, and raised thee hourly!
Are these the gratitudes you bring _Ruy Dias_?
The thanks? the services? I am fairly paid;
Was't not enough I saw thou wert a Coward,
And shaddowed thee? no noble sparkle in thee?
Daily provok'd thee, and still found thee coward?
Rais'd noble causes for thee, strangers started at;
Yet still, still, still a Coward, ever Coward;
And with those taints, dost thou upbraid my virtues?
_Ruy._ I was too blame
Lady.
_Quisar._ So blindly bold to touch at my behaviour?
Durst thou but look amiss at my allowance?
If thou hadst been a brave fellow, thou hadst had some licence
Some liberty I might have then allowed thee
For thy good face, some scope to have argued with me;
But being nothing but a sound, a shape,
The meer sign of a Soldier--of a Lover.
The dregs and draffy part, disgrace and jealousie,
I scorn thee; and contemn thee.
_Ru._ Dearest Lady,
If I have been too free--
_Quisar._ Thou hast been too foolish,
And go on still, I'll study to forget thee,
I would I could, and yet I pity thee. [_Exit._
_Ru._ I am not worth it, if I were, that's misery,
The next door is but death, I must aim at it. [_Exit._
_Actus Quartus. Scaena Prima._
_Enter King and Governor, like a Moor-Priest._
_Kin._ So far and truly you have discovered to me
The former currents of my life and fortune,
That I am bound to acknowledge ye most holy,
And certainly to credit your predictions,
Of what are yet to come.
_Gov._ I am no lyer,
'Tis strange I should, and live so near a neighbor;
But these are not my ends.
_Kin._ Pray ye sit good father,
Certain a reverend man, and most religious.
_Gov._ I, that belief's well now, and let me work then,
I'll make ye curse Religion e'er I leave ye:
I have liv'd a long time Son, a mew'd up man,
Sequester'd by the special hand of Heaven
From the worlds vanities, bid farewel to follies,
And shook hands with all heats of youth and pleasures,
As in a dream these twenty years I have slumber'd,
Many a cold Moon have I, in meditation
And searching out the hidden Wils of heaven,
Lain shaking under; many a burning Sun
Has sear'd my body, and boil'd up my blood,
Feebl'd my knees, and stampt a Meagerness
Upon my figure, all to find out knowledge,
Which I have now attained to, thanks to heaven,
All for my countreys good too: and many a vision,
Many a mistick vision have I seen Son.
And many a sight from heaven which has been terrible,
Wherein the Goods and Evils of these Islands
Were lively shadowed; many a charge I have had too,
Still as the time grew ripe to reveal these,
To travel and discover, now I am come Son,
The hour is now appointed,
My tongue is touch'd, and now I speak.
_Kin._ Do Holy man, I'll hear ye.
_Gov._ Beware these _Portugals_; I say beware 'em,
These smooth-fac'd strangers; have an eye upon 'em.
The cause is now the God's, hear, and believe King.
_King._ I do hear, but before I give rash credit,
Or hang too light on belief, which is a sin, father;
Know I have found 'em gentle, faithful, valiant,
And am in my particular, bound to 'em,
I mean to some for my most strange deliverance.
_Gov._ Oh Son, the future aims of men, observe me,
Above their present actions, and their glory,
Are to be look'd at, the Stars shew many turnings,
If you could see, mark but with my eyes, pupil;
These men came hither, as my vision tells me,
Poor weather-beaten, almost lost, starv'd, feebled,
Their vessels like themselves, most miserable;
Made a long sute for traffique, and for comfort,
To vent their childrens toys, cure their diseases:
They had their sute, they landed, and to th' rate
Grew rich and powerful, suckt the fat, and freedom
Of this most blessed Isle, taught her to tremble,
Witness the Castle here, the Citadel,
They have clapt upon the neck of your _Tidore_,
This happy Town, till that she knew these strangers,
To check her when she's jolly.
_King._ They have so indeed Father.
_Gov._ Take heed, take heed, I find your fair delivery,
Though you be pleas'd to glorifie that fortune,
And think these strangers gods, take heed I say,
I find it but a handsome preparation,
A fair-fac'd Prologue to a further mischief:
Mark but the end good King, the pin he shoots at
That was the man deliver'd ye; the mirror,
Your Sister is his due; what's she, your heir, Sir?
And what's he a kin then to the kingdom?
But heirs are not ambitious, who then suffers?
What reverence shall the gods have? and what justice
The miserable people? what shall they do?
_King._ He points at truth directly.
_Gov._ Think of these Son:
The person, nor the manner I mislike not
Of your preserver, nor the whole man together,
Were he but season'd in the Faith we are,
In our Devotions learn'd.
_King._ You say right Father.
_Gov._ To change our Worships now, and our Religion?
To be traytor to our God?
_King._ You have well advised me,
And I will seriously consider Father,
In the mean time you shall have your fair access
Unto my Sister, advise her to your purpose,
And let me still know how the gods determine.
_Gov._ I will, but my main end is to advise
The destruction of you all, a general ruine,
And when I am reveng'd, let the gods whistle. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Ruy Dias, _and_ Pyniero.
_Ruy._ Indeed, I am right glad ye were not greedy,
And sudden in performing what I will'd you,
Upon the person of _Armusia_,
I was afraid, for I well knew your valour,
And love to me.
_Py._ 'Twas not a fair thing, Uncle,
It shew'd not handsome, carried no man in it.
_Ruy._ I must confess 'twas ill; and I abhor it,
Only this good has risen from this evil;
I have tried your honesty, and find proof,
A constancy that will not be corrupted,
And I much honor it.
_Py._ This Bell sounds better.
_Ruy._ My anger now, and that disgrace I have suffer'd,
Shall be more manly vented, and wip'd off,
And my sick honor cur'd the right and straight way;
My Sword's in my hand now Nephew, my cause upon it,
And man to man, one valour to another,
My hope to his.
_Py._ Why? this is like _Ruy Dias_?
This carries something of some substance in it;
Some mettle and some man, this sounds a Gentleman;
And now methinks ye utter what becomes ye;
To kill men scurvily, 'tis such a dog-trick,
Such a Rat-catchers occupation--
_Ru._ It is no better,
But _Pyniero_, now--
_Py._ Now you do bravely.
_Ru._ The difference of our States flung by, forgotten,
The full opinion I have won in service,
And such respects that may not shew us equal,
Laid handsomly aside, only our fortunes,
And single manhoods--
_Py._ In a service, Sir,
Of this most noble nature, all I am,
If I had ten lives more, those and my fortunes
Are ready for ye, I had thought ye had forsworn fighting,
Or banish'd those brave thoughts were wont to wait upon you;
I am glad to see 'em call'd home agen.
_Ruy._ They are Nephew,
And thou shalt see what fire they carry in them,
Here, you guess what this means. [_Shews a challenge._
_Py._ Yes very well, Sir,
A portion of Scripture that puzles many an interpreter.
_Ruy._ As soon as you can find him--
_Py._ That will not be long Uncle,
And o' my conscience he'll be ready as quickly.
_Ruy._ I make no doubt good Nephew, carry it so
If you can possible, that we may fight.
_Py._ Nay you shall fight, assure your self.
_Ru._ Pray ye hear me
In some such place where it may be possible
The Princess may behold us.
_Py._ I conceive ye,
Upon the sand behind the Castle, Sir,
A place remote enough, and there be windows
Out of her Lodgings too, or I am mistaken.
_Ruy._ Y'are i'th' right, if ye can work that handsomly--
_Py._ Let me alone, and pray be you prepar'd
Some three hours hence.
_Ruy._ I will not fail.
_Py._ Get you home,
And if you have any things to dispose of,
Or a few light prayers
That may befriend you, run 'em over quickly,
I warrant I'll bring him on.
_Ruy._ Farewel Nephew,
And when we meet again--
_Py._ I, I, fight handsomly;
Take a good draught or two of Wine to settle ye,
Tis an excellent armour for an ill conscience, Uncle;
I am glad to see this mans conversion,
I was afraid fair honor had been bed-rid,
Or beaten out o' th' Island, soldiers, and good ones,
Intended such base courses? he will fight now;
And I believe too bravely; I have seen him
Curry a fellows carkasse handsomely:
And in the head of a troop, stand as if he had been rooted there,
Dealing large doles of death; what a rascal was I
I did not see his Will drawn!
What does she here?
_Enter_ Quisara.
If there be any mischief towards, a woman makes one still;
Now what new business is for me?
_Quisar._ I was sending for ye,
But since we have met so fair,
You have say'd that labour; I must intreat you, Sir--
_Py._ Any thing Madam,
Your Wils are my Commands.
_Quisar._ Y'are nobly courteous;
Upon my better thoughts Signior _Pyniero_,
And my more peaceable considerations,
Which now I find the richer ornaments;
I wou'd desire you to attempt no farther
Against the person of the noble stranger,
In truth I am asham'd of my share in't;
Nor be incited farther by your Uncle,
I see it will sit ill upon your person;
I have considered, and it will shew ugly,
Carried at best, a most unheard of cruelty;
Good Sir desist--
_Py._ You speak now like a woman,
And wondrous well this tenderness becomes ye;
But this you must remember--your command
Was laid on with a kiss, and seriously
It must be taken off the same way, Madam,
Or I stand bound still.
_Quisar._ That shall not endanger ye,
Look ye fair Sir, thus I take off that duty.
_Py._ By th' mass 'twas soft and sweet,
Some bloods would bound now,
And run a tilt; do not you think bright beauty;
You have done me in this kiss, a mighty favour,
And that [I stand] bound by virtue of this honor,
To do what ever you command me?
_Quisar._ I think Sir,
From me these are unusual courtesies,
And ought to be respected so; there are some,
And men of no mean rank, would hold themselves
Not poorly blest to taste of such a bounty.
_Py._ I know there are, that wou'd do many unjust things
For such a kiss, and yet I hold this modest;
All villanies, body and soul dispense with,
For such a provocation, kill their kindred,
Demolish the fair credits of their Parents;
Those kisses I am not acquainted with, most certain Madam,
The appurtenance of this kiss wou'd not provoke me
To do a mischief, 'tis the devils own dance,
To be kiss'd into cruelty.
_Quisar._ I am glad you make that use Sir.
_Py._ I am gladder
That you made me believe you were cruel,
For by this hand, I know I am so honest,
However I deceiv'd ye, 'twas high time too,
Some common slave might have been set upon it else;
That willingly I wou'd not kill a dog
That could but fetch and carry for a woman,
She must be a good woman made me kick him,
And that will be hard to find, to kill a man,
If you will give me leave to get another,
Or any she that plaid the best game at it,
And 'fore a womans anger, prefer her fancy.
_Quisar._ I take it in you well.
_Py._ I thank ye Lady,
And I shall study to confirm it.
_Quisar._ Do Sir,
For this time, and this present cause, I allow it,
Most holy Sir.
_Enter Governor_, Quisana, _and_ Panura.
_Gov._ Bless ye my Royal Daughter,
And in you, bless this Island Heaven.
_Quisar._ Good Aunt,
What think ye of this man?
_Quisan._ Sure h' is a wise man,
And a Religious, he tells us things have hapened
So many years ago, almost forgotten,
As readily as if they were done this hour.
_Quisar._ Does he not meet with your sharp tongue?
_Pan._ He tells me Madam,
Marriage, and mouldy Cheese will make me tamer.
_Gov._ A stubborn keeper, and worse fare,
An open stable, and cold care,
Will tame a Jade, may be your share.
_Pan._ Bir Lady, a sharp prophet, when this proves good,
I'll bequeath you a skin to make ye a Hood.
_Gov._ Lady, I would talk with you.
_Quisar._ Do reverend Sir.
_Gov._ And for your good, for that that must concern ye,
And give ear wisely to me.
_Quisar._ I shall father.
_Gov._ You are a Princess of that excellence,
Sweetness, and grace, that Angel-like fair feature,
Nay, do not blush, I do not flatter you,
Nor do I dote in telling this, I am amazed Lady,
And as I think the gods bestow'd these on ye,
The gods that love ye.
_Quisar._ I confess their bounty.
_Gov._ Apply it then to their use, to their honor,
To them, and to their service give this sweetness;
They have an instant great use of your goodness;
You are a Saint esteem'd here for your beauty,
And many a longing heart--
_Quisar._ I seek no fealty,
Nor will I blemish that, heaven has seal'd on me,
I know my worth, indeed the _Portugals_
I have at those commands, and their last services,
Nay, even their lives, so much I think my handsomness,
That what I shall enjoyn--
_Gov._ Use it discreetly.
For I perceive ye understand me rightly,
For here the gods regard your help, and suddainly;
The _Portugals_, like sharp thorns (mark me Lady)
Stick in our sides, like Razors, wound Religion,
Draw deep, they wound, till the Life-bloud follows,
Our gods they spurn at, and their worships scorn,
A mighty hand they bear upon our government,
These are the men your miracle must work on,
Your heavenly form, either to root them out,
Which as you may endeavour will be easie,
Remember whose great cause you have to execute,
To nip their memory, that may not spring more,
Or fairly bring 'em home to our devotions,
Which will be blessed, and for which you sainted,
But cannot be, and they go; let me buzle.
_Quisar._ Go up with me,
Where we'll converse more privately;
I'll shew ye shortly how I hold their temper;
And in what chain thir souls.
_Gov._ Keep fast that hold still,
And either bring that chain, and those bound in it,
And link it to our gods, and their fair worships.
Or Daughter, pinch their hearts apieces with it,
I'll wait upon your grace.
_Quisar._ Come reverend father.
Wait you below. [_Ex._ Quisar. _and Gov._
_Pan._ If this Prophet were a young thing,
I should suspect him now, he cleaves so close to her;
These holy Coats are long, and hide iniquities.
_Quisan._ Away, away fool, a poor wretch.
_Pan._ These poor ones
Warm but their stomachs once--
_Quisan._ Come in, thou art foolish. [_Ex._ Quisania _and_ Panura.
_Enter_ Armusia, Emanuel, _and_ Pyniero.
_Arm._ I am sorry, Sir, my fortune is so stubborn,
To court my sword against my Countreyman;
I love my Nation well, and where I find
A _Portugal_ of noble Name and Virtue,
I am his humble servant, Signior _Pyniero_,
Your person, nor your Uncles am I angry with,
You are both fair Gentlemen in my opinion,
And I protest, I had rather use my sword
In your defences, than against your safeties;
'Tis methinks a strange dearth of enemies,
When we seek foes among our selves.
_Em._ You are injured,
And you must make the best on't now, and readiest--
_Arm._ You see I am ready in the place, and arm'd
To his desire that call'd me.
_Py._ Ye speak honestly,
And I could wish ye had met on terms more friendly,
But it cannot now be so.
_Enter_ Ruy Dias.
_Em._ Turn Sir, and see.
_Py._ I have kept my word with ye Uncle,
The Gentleman is ready.
_Enter Governor, and_ Quisara _above_.
_Arm._ Ye are welcome.
_Ru._ Bid those fools welcome, that affect your courtesie,
I come not to use compliment, ye have wrong'd me,
And ye shall feel, proud man, e'r I part from ye,
The effects of that, if fortune do not fool me;
Thy life is mine, and no hope shall redeem thee.
_Arm._ That's a proud word,
More than your faith can justifie.
_Quisar._ Sure they will fight.
_Ruy._ She's there, I am happy.
_Gov._ Let 'em alone, let 'em kill one another,
These are the main posts, if they fall, the buildings
Will tumble quickly.
_Quisar._ How temperate _Armusia_!
No more, be quiet yet.
_Arm._ I am not bloody,
Nor do not feel such mortal malice in me,
But since we cannot both enjoy the Princess,
I am resolv'd to fight.
_Ruy._ Fight home _Armusia_,
For if thou faint'st, or fall'st--
_Arm._ Do ye make all vantages?
_Ruy._ Always; unto thy life I will not spare thee,
Nor look not for thy mercy.
_Arm._ I am arm'd then.
_Ruy._ Stand still I charge ye Nephew, as ye honor me.
_Arm._ And good _Emanuel_ stir not--
_Py._ Ye speak fitly,
For we had not stood idle else.
_Gov._ I am sorry for't.
_Em._ But since you will have it so--
_Ruy._ Come Sir.
_Arm._ I wait ye.
_Py._ I marry, this looks handsomely,
This is warm work.
_Gov._ Both fall and't be thy Will. [Ruy _falls_.
_Py._ My Uncle dead?
_Em._ Stand still, or my swords in--
_Arm._ Now brave _Ruy Dias_,
Now where's your confidence, your prayers? quickly
Your own spite has condemn'd ye.
_Quisar._ Hold _Armusia_.
_Ar._ Most happy Lady.
_Quisar._ Hold, and let him rise,
Spare him for me.
_Ar._ A long life may he enjoy, Lady.
_Gov._ What ha you done? 'tis better they had all perisht.
_Quisar._ Peace father, I work for the best; _Armusia_,
Be in the Garden an hour hence. [_Ex._ Qu. _and Gov._
_Ar._ I shall Madam.
_Py._ Now as I live, a Gentleman at all inches,
So brave a mingled temper saw I never.
_Ar._ Why are ye sad Sir? how would this have griev'd you,
If ye had fall'n under a profest enemy?
Under one had taken vantage of your shame too?
Pray ye be at peace, I am so far from wronging ye,
Or glorying in the pride of such a victory,
That I desire to serve ye, pray look chearfully.
_Py._ Do you hear this Sir? this love Sir? do you see this Gentleman
How he courts ye? why do you hold your head down?
'Tis no high Treason, I take it, to be equall'd;
To have a slip i' th field, no sin, that's mortal;
Come, come, thank fortune and your friend.
_Ar._ It may be
You think my tongue may prove your enemy;
And though restrain'd sometimes, out of a bravery,
May take a License to disable ye:
Believe me Sir, so much I hate that liberty,
That in a strangers tongue, 'twill prove an injury,
And I shall right you in't.
_Py._ Can you have more, Uncle?
_Ru._ Sir, you have beat me both ways, yet so nobly,
That I shall ever love the hand that did it:
Fortune may make me worthy of some title
That may be near your friend,
_Ar._ Sir, I must leave ye,
But with so hearty love; and pray be confident,
I carry nothing from this place shall wrong ye. [_Exit_ Arm. _and_ Em.
_Py._ Come, come, you are right agen, Sir, love your honor,
And love your friend, take heed of bloody purposes,
And unjust ends, good heaven is angry with ye;
Make your fair virtues, and your fame your Mistriss,
And let these trinkets go.
_Ru._ You teach well Nephew,
Now to be honourabl[e] even with this Gentleman,
Shall be my business, and my ends his.
_Enter Governor and King._
_Gov._ Sir, Sir, you must do something suddainly,
To stop his pride so great and high, he is shot up,
Upon his person too, your state is sunk else:
You must not stand now upon terms of gratitude,
And let a simple tenderness besot ye:
I'll bring ye suddenly where you shall see him,
Attempting your brave Sister, privately,
Mark but his high behaviour then.
_King._ I will Father.
_Gov._ And with scorn, I fear contempt too.
_King._ I hope not.
_Gov._ I will not name a lust;
It may be that also;
A little force must be applyed upon him,
Now, now applyed, a little force to humble him.
These sweet intreaties do but make him wanton.
_King._ Take heed ye wrong him not.
_Gov._ Take heed to your safety,
I but forewarn ye King; if you mistrust me,
Or think I come un-sent--
_King._ No, I'll go with you. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Armusia, Quisara.
_Arm._ Madam, you see there's nothing I can reach at,
Either in my obedience, or my service,
That may deserve your love, or win a liking,
But a poor thought, but I pursue it seriously,
Take pleasure in your Will, even in your anger,
Which other men would grudge at, and grow stormy;
I study new humility to please ye,
And take a kind of joy in my afflictions,
Because they come from ye, I love my sorrows:
Pray Madam but consider--
_Quisar._ Yes, I do Sir,
And to that honest end I drew thee hither;
I know ye have deserv'd as much as man can,
And know it is a justice to requite you:
I know ye love.
_Arm._ If ever love was mortal,
And dwelt in man, and for that love command me,
So strong I find it, and so true, here Lady,
Something of such a greatness to allow me,
Those things I have done already, may seem foyls too:
'Tis equity that man aspires to heaven,
Should win it by his worth, and not sleep to it.
_Enter Governor, and King._
_Gov._ Now stand close King and hear, and as you find him,
Believe me right, or let Religion suffer.
_Quisar._ I dare believe your worth without additions;
But since you are so liberal of your love Sir,
And wou'd be farther tried, I do intend it,
Because you shall not, or you wou'd not win me
At such an easie rate.
_Arm._ I am prepared still,
And if I shrink--
_Quisar._ I know ye are no coward,
This is the utmost trial of your constancy,
And if you stand fast now, I am yours, your wife Sir;
You hold there's nothing dear that may atchieve me,
Doubted or dangerous.
_Arm._ There's nothing, nothing:
Let me but know, that I may straight flie to it.
_Quisar._ I'll tell you then, change your Religion.
And be of one belief with me.
_Arm._ How?
_Quisar._ Mark,
Worship our Gods, renounce that faith ye are bred in;
'Tis easily done, I'll teach ye suddenly;
And humbly on your knees--
_Arm._ Ha? I'll be hang'd first.
_Quisar._ Offer as we do.
_Arm._ To the devil Lady?
Offer to him I hate? I know the devil.
To dogs and cats? you make offer to them;
To every bird that flies, and every worm.
How terribly I shake! Is this the venture?
The trial that you talk'd of? where have I been?
And how forgot my self? how lost my memory?
When did I pray, or look up stedfastly?
Had any goodness in my heart to guide me?
That I should give this vantage to mine enemy;
The enemy to my peace, forsake my faith?
_Quisar._ Come, come, I know ye love me.
_Arm._ Love ye this way?
This most destroying way? sure you but jest, Lady.
_Quisar._ My Love and Life are one way.
_Arm._ Love alone then, and mine another way,
I'll love diseases first,
Doat on a villain that would cut my throat,
Wooe all afflictions of all sorts, kiss cruelty.
Have mercy heaven, how have I been wand'ring!
Wand'ring the way of Lust, and left my Maker!
How have I slept like Cork upon a water,
And had no feeling of the storm that tost me!
Trode the blind paths of death! forsook assurance,
Eternity of blessedness for a woman!
For a young handsome face, hazard my Being!
_Quisar._ Are not our powers eternal, so their comforts?
As great and full of hopes as yours?
_Arm._ They are puppets.
_Gov._ Now mark him Sir, and but observe him nearly.
_Ar._ Their comforts like themselves, cold, sensless outsides;
You make 'em sick, as we are, peevish, mad,
Subject to age; and how can they cure us,
That are not able to refine themselves?
_Quis._ The Sun and Moon we worship, those are heavenly,
And their bright influences we believe.
_Arm._ Away fool,
I adore the Maker of that Sun and Moon,
That gives those bodies light and influence;
That pointed out their paths, and taught their motions;
They are not so great as we, they are our servants,
Plac'd there to teach us time, to give us knowledge
Of when and how the swellings of the main are,
And their returns agen; they are but our Stewards
To make the earth fat, with their influence,
That she may bring forth her increase, and feed us.
Shall I fall from this faith to please a woman?
For her embraces bring my soul to ruin?
I look'd you should have said, make me a _Christian_,
Work that great cure, for 'tis a great one woman;
That labor truly to perform, that venture,
The crown of all great trial, and the fairest:
I look'd ye should have wept and kneel'd to beg it,
Washt off your mist of ignorance, with waters
Pure and repentant, from those eyes; I look'd
You should have brought me your chief god ye worship,
He that you offer humane bloud and life to,
And make a sacrifice of him to memory,
Beat down his Altars, ruin'd his false Temples.
_Gov._ Now you may see.
_Quisar._ Take heed, you goe too far, Sir,
And yet I love to hear him, I must have ye,
And to that end I let you storm a little;
I know there must be some strife in your bosom
To cool and quiet ye, e'r you can come back:
I know old friends cannot part suddainly,
There will be some left still, yet I must have ye,
Have ye of my faith too, and so enjoy ye.
_Arm._ Now I contemn ye, and I hate my self
For looking on that face lasciviously,
And it looks ugly now me thinks.
_Quisar._ How _Portugal_?
_Arm._ It looks like death it self, to which 'twou'd lead me;
Your eyes resemble pale dispair, they fright me,
And in their rounds, a thousand horrid ruins,
Methinks I see; and in your tongue hear fearfully
The hideous murmurs of weak souls have suffer'd;
Get from me, I despise ye; and know woman,
That for all this trap you have laid to catch my life in,
To catch my immortal life, I hate and curse ye,
Contemn your Deities, spurn at their powers,
And where I meet your _Mahumet_ gods, I'll swing 'em
Thus o'r my head, and kick 'em into puddles,
Nay, I will out of vengeance search your Temples.
And with those hearts that serve my God, demolish
Your shambles of wild worships.
_Gov._ Now, now you hear Sir.
_Arm._ I will have my faith, since you are so crafty,
The glorious cross, although I love your brother;
Let him frown too, I will have my devotion,
And let your whole State storm.
_King._ Enter and take him;
I am sorry friend that I am forc'd to do this.
_Gov._ Be sure you bind him fast.
_Quisar._ But use him nobly.
_King._ Had it to me been done, I had forgiven it,
And still preserv'd you fair, but to our gods Sir--
_Quisar._ Methinks I hate 'em now.
_King._ To our Religion,
To these to be thus stubborn, thus rebellious
To threaten them.
_Arm._ Use all your violence,
I ask no mercy, nor repent my words:
I spit at your best powers; I serve one,
Will give me strength to scourge your gods.
_Gov._ Away with him.
_Arm._ To grind 'em into base dust, and disperse 'em,
That never more their bloudy memories--
_Gov._ Clap him close up.
_King._ Good friend be cooler.
_Arm._ Never;
Your painted Sister I despise too.
_King._ Softly.
_Arm._ And all her devilish Arts laugh and scorn at,
Mock her blind purposes.
_King._ You must be temperate;
Offer him no violence, I command you strictly.
_Gov._ Now thou art up, I shall have time to speak too.
_Quisar._ Oh how I love this man, how truly honor him. [_Exeunt._
_Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima._
_Enter_ Christophero, _and_ Pedro (_at one door_) Emanuel, _and_
Soza, (_at another_).
_Chr._ Do you know the news Gentlemen?
_Em._ Wou'd we knew as well, Sir,
How to prevent it.
_Soz._ Is this the love they bear us,
For our late benefit? taken so maliciously,
And clapt up close? is that the thanks they render?
_Ch._ It must not be put up thus, smother'd slightly,
'Tis such a base unnatural wrong.
_Ped._ I know,
They may think to doe wonders, aim at all,
And to blow us with a vengeance, out o'th' Islands:
But if we be our selves, honest and resolute,
And continue but Masters of our antient courages,
Stick close, and give no vantage to their villanies--
_Soz._ Nay, if we faint or fall apieces now,
We are fools, and worthy to be markt for misery;
Begin to strike at him, they are all bound too?
To cancel his deserts? what must we look for
If they can carry this?
_Em._ I'll carry coals then;
I have but one life, and one fortune, Gentlemen,
But I'll so husband it to vex these rascals,
These barbarous slaves.
_Ch._ Shall we go charge 'em presently?
_Soz._ No, that will be too weak, and too fool-hardy,
We must have grounds, that promise safety, friends,
And sure offence, we lose our angers else,
And worse than that, venture our lives too lightly.
_Enter_ Pyniero.
_Py._ Did you see mine Uncle? plague o' these _Barbarians_,
How the rogues stick in my teeth, I know ye are angry,
So I am too, monstrous angry, Gentlemen,
I am angry, that I choak agen.
You hear _Armusia's_ up, honest _Arm_:
Clapt up in prison, friends, the brave _Arm_:
Here are fine boys.
_Em._ We hope he shall not stay there.
_Py._ Stay, no, he must not stay, no talk of staying,
These are no times to stay; are not these rascals?
Speak, I beseech ye speak, are they not Rogues?
Think some abominable names--are they not devils?
But the devil's a great deal too good for 'em--fusty villains.
_Ch._ They are a kind of hounds.
_Py._ Hounds were their fathers;
Old blear-ey'd bob-tail'd hounds--Lord, where's my Uncle?
_Soz._ But what shall be done, Sir?
_Py._ Done?
_Soz._ Yes, to relieve him;
If it be not sudden they may take his life too.
_Py._ They dare as soon take fire and swallow it,
Take stakes and thrust into their tails for glisters:
His life, why 'tis a thing worth all the Islands,
And they know will be rated at that value;
His very imprisonment will make the Town stink,
And shake and stink, I have physick in my hand for 'em
Shall give the goblins such a purge--
_Enter_ Ruy Dias.
_Ped._ Your Uncle.
_Ru._ I hear strange news, and have been seeking ye;
They say _Armusia_'s prisoner.
_Py._ 'Tis most certain.
_Ru._ Upon what cause?
_Py._ He has deserv'd too much, Sir;
The old heathen policie has light upon him.
And paid him home.
_Ru._ A most unnoble dealing.
_Py._ You are the next, if you can carry it tamely,
He has deserved of all.
_Ru._ I must confess it,
Of me so nobly too.
_Py._ I am glad to hear it,
You have a time now to make good your confession,
Your faith will shew but cold else, and for fashion,
Now to redeem all, now to thank his courtesie,
Now to make those believe that held you backward,
And an ill instrument, you are a Gentleman,
An honest man, and you dare love your Natio[n],
Dare stick to virtue, though she be opprest,
And for her own fair sake, step to her rescue:
If you live ages, Sir, and lose this hour,
Not now redeem, and vindicate your honor
Your life will be a murmure, and no man in't.
_Ru._ I thank ye nephew, come along with me Gentlemen,
We'll make 'em dancing sport immediately:
We are Masters of the Fort yet, we shall see
What that can do.
_Py._ Let it but spit fire finely,
And play their turrets, and their painted Palaces,
A frisking round or two, that they may trip it;
And caper in the air.
_Ru._ Come, we'll do something
Shall make 'em look about, we'll send 'em plums,
If they be not too hard for their teeth.
_Py._ And fine Potatoes
Rosted in Gunpowder, such a Banquet, Sir
Will prepare their unmannerly stomachs.
_Ru._ They shall see
There is no safe retreat in villany;
Come, be high-hearted all.
_Omnes._ We are all on fire, Sir. [_Exeunt._
_Enter King and Governor._
_King._ I am ungrateful, and a wretch, perswade me not,
Forgetful of the mercy he shew'd me,
The timely noble pity--why should I
See him fast bound and fetter'd, whose true courtesie,
Whose manhood, and whose mighty hand set me free?
Why should it come from me? why I command this?
Shall not all tongues and truths call me unthankful?
_Gov._ Had the offence been thrown on you, 'tis certain
It had been in your power, and your discretion
To have turn'd it into mercy, and forgiven it,
And then it had shew'd a virtuous point of gratitude,
Timely, and nobly taken; but since the cause
Concerns the honor of our gods, and their Title,
And so transcends your power, and your compassion,
A little your own safety, if you saw it too,
If your too fond indulgence did not dazle you,
It cannot now admit a private pitty;
'Tis in their Wills, their Mercies, or Revenges,
And these revolts in you, shew mere rebellions.
_King._ They are mild and pittiful.
_Gov._ To those repent.
_King._ Their nature's soft and tender.
_Gov._ To true hearts.
That feel compunction for their trespasses:
This man defies 'em still, threatens destruction
And demolition of their Arms and Worship,
Spits at their powers; take heed ye be not found, Sir,
And mark'd a favourer of their dishonor;
They use no common justice.
_King._ What shall I do
To deserve of this man--
_Gov._ If ye more bemoan him,
Or mitigate your power to preserve him,
I'll curse ye from the gods, call up their vengeance.
_Enter_ Quisara _with her hands bound_, Quisana, Panura.
And fling it on your Land and you, I have charge [for't;]
I hope to wrack you all.
_King._ What ails my Sister?
Why, is she bound? why looks she so distractedly?
Who does do this?
_Quisan._ We did it, pardon Sir,
And for her preservation--She is grown wild,
And raving on the strangers love and honor,
Sometimes crying out help, help, they will torture him,
They will take his life, they will murder him presently,
If we had not prevented violently
Have laid hands on her own life.
_Gov._ These are tokens,
The gods displeasure is gone out, be quick,
And e'r it fall, doe something to appease 'em.
You know the sacrifice--I am glad it works thus.
_Quisa._ How low and base thou lookst now, that wert noble!
No figure of a King, methinks shews on you.
No face of Majesty, foul, swarth ingratitude
Has taken off thy sweetness, base forgetfulness
Of mighty benefits, has turned thee Devil:
Thou hast persecuted goodness, innocence;
And laid a hard and violent hand on virtue,
On that fair virtue that should teach and guide us;
Thou hast wrong'd thine own preserver, whose least merit,
Pois'd with thy main Estate, thou canst not satisfie,
Nay, put thy life in too, 'twill be too light still:
What hast thou done?
_Gov._ Goe for him presently,
And once more we'll try if we can win him fairly:
If not, let nothing she says hinder ye, or stir ye;
She speaks distractedly--Do that the gods command ye,
Do you know what ye say Lady?
_Quisar._ I could curse thee too,
Religion and severity has steel'd thee,
Has turn'd thy heart to stone; thou hast made the gods hard too,
Against their sweet and patient natures, cruel:
None of ye feel what bravery ye tread on?
What innocence? what beauty?
_King._ Pray be patient.
_Quisar._ What honourable things ye cast behind [ye]?
What monuments of man?
_Enter_ Armusia _and Guard_.
_King._ Once more _Armusia_,
Because I love ye tenderly and dearly,
And would be glad to win ye mine, I wish ye,
Even from my heart I wish and wooe ye--
_Ar._ What Sir,
Take heed how ye perswade me falsly, then ye hate me:
Take heed how ye intrap me.
_King._ I advise ye,
And tenderly and truly I advise ye,
Both for your souls health, and your safety.
_Ar._ Stay,
And name my soul no more, she is too precious,
Too glorious for you[r] flatteries, too secure too.
_Gov._ Consider the reward, Sir, and the honor
That is prepared, the glory you shall grow to.
_Arm._ They are not to be consider'd in these cases,
Not to be nam'd when souls are question'd;
They are vain and flying vapors--touch my life,
'Tis ready for ye, put it to what test
It shall please ye, I am patient; but for the rest
You may remove Rocks with your little fingers,
Or blow a Mountain out o' th' way, with bellows,
As soon as stir my faith; use no more arguments.
_Gov._ We must use tortures then.
_Arm._ Your worst and painfull'st
I am joyful to accept.
_Gov._ You must the sharpest,
For such has been your hate against our Deities
Delivered openly, your threats and scornings,
And either your repentance must be mighty,
Which is your free conversion to our customs,
Or equal punishment which is your life, Sir.
_Arm._ I am glad I have it for ye, take it Priest,
And all the miseries that shall attend it:
Let the gods glut themselves with Christian bloud,
It will be ask'd again, and so far followed,
So far reveng'd, and with such holy justice,
Your gods of gold shall melt and sink before it;
Your Altars and your Temples shake to nothing;
And you false worshipers, blind fools of ceremony,
Shall seek for holes to hide your heads, and fears in,
For seas to swallow you from this destruction,
Darkness to dwell about ye, and conceal ye;
Your mothers womb agen--
_Gov._ Make the fires ready,
And bring the several tortures out.
_Quisar._ Stand fast, Sir,
And fear 'em not, you that have stept so nobly
Into this pious Trial, start not now,
Keep on your way, a Virgin will assist ye,
A Virgin won by your fair constancy,
And glorying that she is won so, will dye by ye:
I have touch'd ye every way, tried ye most honest,
Perfect, and good, chaste, blushing chaste, and temperate,
Valiant, without vain-glory, modest, stayed,
No rage, or light affection ruling in you:
Indeed, the perfect school of worth I find ye,
The temple of true honor.
_Arm._ Whether will she?
What do you infer by this fair argument, Lady?
_Quisar._ Your Faith, and your Religion must be like ye,
They that can shew you these, must be pure mirrors,
When the streams flow clear and fair, what are the fountains?
I do embrace your faith, Sir, and your fortune;
Go on, I will assist ye, I feel a sparkle here,
A lively spark that kindles my affection,
And tells me it will rise to flames of glory:
Let 'em put on their angers, suffer nobly,
Shew me the way, and when I faint, instruct me;
And if I follow not--
_Arm._ Oh blessed Lady,
Since thou art won, let me begin my triumph,
Come clap your terrors on.
_Quisar._ All your fell tortures.
For there is nothing he shall suffer, brother,
I swear by a new faith, which is most sacred,
And I will keep it so, but I will follow in,
And follow to a scruple of affliction,
In spight of all your gods without prevention.
_Gov._ Death! she amazes me.
_King._ What shall be done now?
_Gov._ They must dye both,
And suddenly, they will corrupt all else;
This woman makes me weary of my mischief,
She shakes me, and she staggers me, go in Sir,
I'll see the execution.
_Kin._ Not so suddain:
If they go, all my Friends and Sisters perish.
_Gov._ Wou'd I were safe at home agen.
_Enter Messenger._
_Mes._ Arm, arm, Sir,
Seek for defence, the Castle plays and thunders,
The Town Rocks, and the houses fly i' th' air,
The people dye for fear--Captain _Ruy Dias_,
Has made an oath he will not leave a stone here;
No, not the memory, here has stood a City,
Unless _Armusia_ be deliver'd fairly.
_King._ I have my fears: what can our gods do now for us?
_Gov._ Be patient, but keep him still: he is a cure, Sir,
Against both Rage and Cannon: goe and fortifie,
Call in the Princess, make the Palace sure,
And let 'em know you are a King: look nobly;
And take you[r] courage to ye; keep close the prisoner,
And under command, we are betraid else.
_Ar._ How joyfully I goe!
_Quisar._ Take my heart with thee.
_Gov._ I hold a Wolf by the ear now:
Fortune free me. [_Exeunt._
_Enter four Towns-men._
_1._ Heaven bless us,
What a thund'ring's here! what fire-spitting!
We cannot drink, but our Cans are mauld amongst us.
_2._ I wou'd they would mall our scores too:
Shame o' their Guns, I thought they had been bird-pots,
Or great Candle-cases, how devilishly they bounce,
And how the Bullets borrow a piece of a house here,
There another, and mend those up agen
With another Parish; here flies a poudring-tub,
The meat ready rosted, and there a barrel pissing vinegar,
And they two over-taking the top of a high Steeple,
Newly slic'd off for a Sallet.
_3._ A vengeance fire 'em.
_2._ Nay, they fire fast enough;
You need not help 'em.
_4._ Are these the _Portugal_ Bulls--
How loud they bellow!
_2._ Their horns are plaguy strong, they push down Palaces
They toss our little habitations like whelps,
Like grindle-tails, with their heels upward;
All the windows i'th Town dance a new Trenchmore,
'Tis like to prove a blessed age for Glasiers,
I met a hand, and a Letter in't, in great haste,
And by and by, a single leg running after it,
As if the arm had forgot part of his errand,
Heads flie like Foot-balls every where.
_1._ What shall we do?
_2._ I care not, my shop's cancell'd,
And all the Pots, and earthen Pans in't vanish't:
There was a single Bullet, and they together by the ears;
You would have thought _Tom Tumbler_ had been there,
And all his troop of devils.
_3._ Let's to the King,
And get this Gentleman deliver'd handsomly:
By this hand, there's no walking above ground else.
_2._ By this leg--let me swear nimbly by it,
For I know not how long I shall owe it,
If I were out o'th' Town once, if I came in agen to
Fetch my breakfast, I will give 'em leave to cramm me
With a _Portugal_ Pudding: Come; let's doe any thing
To appease this thunder. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Pyniero _and_ Panura.
_Py._ Art sure it was that blind Priest?
_Pan._ Yes most certain,
He has provok'd all this; the King is merciful,
And wond'rous loving; but he fires him on still,
And when he cools, enrages him, I know it:
Threatens new vengeance, and the gods fierce justice
When he but looks with fair eyes on _Armusia_,
Will lend him no time to relent; my royal Mistriss,
She has entertain'd a _Christian_ hope.
_Py._ Speak truly.
_Pan._ Nay, 'tis most true, but Lord! how he lies at her,
And threatens her, and flatters her, and damns her,
And I fear, if not speedily prevented,
If she continue stout, both shall be executed,
_Py._ I'll kiss thee for this news, nay more _Panura_,
If thou wilt give me leave I'll get thee with _Christian_,
The best way to convert thee.
_Pan._ Make me believe so?
_Py._ I will y'faith. But which way cam'st thou hither?
The Pallace is close guarded, and barricado'd.
_Pan._ I came through a private vault, which few there know of;
It rises in a Temple not far hence,
Close by the Castle here.
_Py._ How--To what end?
_Pan._ A good one:
To give ye knowledge of my new-born Mistriss;
And in what doubt _Armusia_ stands,
Think any present means, or hope to stop 'em
From their fell ends: the Princes are come in too,
And they are harden'd also.
_Py._ The damn'd Priest--
_Pan._ Sure he's a cruel man, methinks Religion
Should teach more temperate Lessons.
_Py._ He the fire-brand?
He dare to touch at such fair lives as theirs are?
Well Prophet, I shall prophesie, I shall catch ye,
When all your Prophecies will not redeem ye?
Wilt thou do one thing bravely?
_Pa._ Any good I am able.
_Py._ And by thine own white hand, I'll swear thou art virtuous,
And a brave wench, durst thou but guide me presently,
Through the same vault thou cam'st, into the Pallace
And those I shall appoint, such as I think fit.
_Pa._ Yes I will do it, and suddainly, and truly.
_Py._ I wou'd fain behold this Prophet.
_Pa._ Now I have ye:
And shall bring ye where ye shall behold him,
Alone too, and unfurnish'd of defences:
That shall be my care; but you must not betray me.
_Py._ Dost thou think we are so base, such slaves, rogues?
_Pa._ I do not:
And you shall see how fairly I'll work for ye.
_Py._ I must needs steal that Priest,
Steal him, and hang him.
_Pa._ Do any thing to remove his mischief, strangle him--
_Py._ Come prethee love.
_Pa._ You'll offer me no foul play?
The Vault is dark.
_Py._ 'Twas well remember'd.
_Pa._ And ye may--
But I hold ye honest.
_Py._ Honest enough I warrant thee.
_Pa._ I am but a poor weak wench; and what with the place,
And your perswasions Sir--but I hope you will not;
You know we are often cozen'd.
_Py._ If thou dost fear me,
Why dost thou put me in mind?
_Pa._ To let you know Sir,
Though it be in your power, and things fitting to it,
Yet a true Gent--
_Py._ I know what he'll do:
Come and remember me, and I'll answer thee,
I'll answer thee to the full; we'll call at th' Castle,
And then my good guide, do thy Will; sha't find me
A very tractable man!
_Pa._ I hope I shall Sir. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Bakam, Syana, _and Soldiers_.
_Bak._ Let my men guard the Gates.
_Syan._ And mine the Temple,
For fear the honor of our gods should suffer,
And on your lives be watchful.
_Ba._ And be valiant;
And let's see, if these _Portugals_ dare enter;
What their high hearts dare do: Let's see how readily,
The great _Ruy Dias_ will redeem his Countrey-men;
He speaks proud words, and threatens.
_Sy._ He is approv'd, Sir,
And will put fair for what he promises;
I could wish friendlier terms,
Yet for our liberties and for our gods,
We are bound in our best service
Even in the hazard of our lives.
_Enter the King above._
_King._ Come up Princes,
And give your counsels, and your helps: the Fort still
Plays fearfully upon us, beats our buildings,
And turns our people wild with fears.
_Ba._ Send for the prisoner,
And give us leave to argue. [_Exit_ Ba. _and_ Sy. _then_,
_Enter_ Ruy Dias, Emanuel, Christoph. Pedro, _with Sold_.
_Ru._ Come on nobly,
And let the Fort play still, we are
Strong enough to look upon 'em,
And return at pleasure; it may
Be on our view they will return him.
_Chr._ We will return 'em such thanks else,
Shall make 'em scratch where it itches not.
_Em._ How the people stare,
And some cry, some pray, and some curse heartily:
But it is the King--
_Enter_ Syana, Bakam, Quisara, Armusia, _with Soldiers above_.
_Ruy._ I cannot blame their wisdoms.
They are all above, _Armusia_ chain'd and bound too?
Oh, these are tha[n]kful Squires.
_Ba._ Hear us _Ruy Di[a]s_,
Be wise and hear us, and give speedy answer,
Command thy Cannon presently to cease,
No more to trouble the afflicted people,
Or suddainly _Armusia's_ head goes off;
As suddainly as said.
_Em._ Stay Sir, be moderate.
_Arm._ Do nothing that's dishonourable _Ruy Dyas_
Let not the fear of me, master thy valour;
Pursue 'em still, they are base malicious people.
_King._ Friend, be not desperate.
_Ar._ I scorn your courtesies;
Strike when you dare, a fair arm guide the Gunner
And may he let flie still with fortune: friend,
Do me the honor of a Soldiers funerals,
The last fair _Christian_ right, see me i'th' ground,
And let the Palace burn first, then the Temples,
And on their scorn'd gods, erect my monument:
Touch not the Princess, as you are a Soldier.
_Quisar._ Which way you goe, Sir,
I must follow necessary.
One life, and one death.
_King._ Will you take a truce yet?
_Enter_ Pyniero, Soza, _and Soldiers_, _with the Governor_.
_Py._ No, no, go on:
Look here, your god, your prophet.
_King._ How came he taken?
_Py._ I conjur'd for him, King.
I am a sure Curr at an old blind Prophet.
I'll haunt ye such a false knave admirably,
A terrier I; I eartht him, and then snapt him.
_Soz._ Saving the reverence of your grace, we stole him,
E'en out of the next chamber to ye.
_Py._ Come, come, begin King,
Begin this bloudy matter when you dare;
And yet I scorn my sword should touch the rascal,
I'll tear him thus before ye. Ha?
What art thou? {_Pulls his Beard and hair off._
_King._ How's this!
Art thou a Prophet?
_Ru._ Come down Princes.
_King._ We are abus'd--
Oh my most dear _Armusia_--
Off with his chains. And now my noble Sister,
Rejoyce with me, I know ye are pleas'd as I am.
_Py._ This is a precious Prophet. Why Don Governor,
What make you here, how long have you taken Orders?
_Ruy._ Why what a wretch
Art thou to work this mischief?
To assume this holy shape to ruine honor,
Honor and chastity?
_Enter King, and all from above._
_Gov._ I had paid you all,
But fortune plaid the slut. Come,
Give me my doom.
_King._ I cannot speak for wonder.
_Gov._ Nay, 'tis I Sir,
And here I stay your sentence.
_King._ Take her friend,
You have half perswaded me to be a _Christian_,
And with her all the joyes, and all the blessings.
Why what dream have we dwelt in?
_Ru._ All peace to ye,
And all the happiness of heart dwell with ye,
Children as sweet and noble as their Parents.
_Py._ And Kings at least.
_Ar._ Good Sir, forget my rashness.
And noble Princess[e], for I was once angry,
And out of that, might utter some distemper,
Think not 'tis my nature.
_Sya._ Your joy is ours, Sir.
And nothing we find in ye, but most noble.
_King._ To prison with this dog, there let him houl,
And if he can repent, sigh out his villanies:
His Island we shall seize into our hands,
His Father and himself have both usurp'd it,
And kept it by oppression; the Town and Castle,
In which I lay my self most miserable,
Till my most honourable friend redeem'd me,
Signior _Pyniero_, I bestow on you,
The rest of next command upon these Gentlemen,
Upon ye, all my love.
_Arm._ Oh brave _Ruy Dias_,
You have started now beyond me. I must thank ye,
And thank ye for my life, my wife and honor.
_Ruy._ I am glad I had her for you, Sir.
_King._ Come Princes,
Come Friends and Lovers all, come noble Gentlemen,
No more Guns now, nor hates, but joyes and triumphs,
An universal gladness fly about us:
And know however subtle men dare cast,
And promise wrack, the gods give peace at last. [_Exeunt._
THE
NOBLE GENTLEMAN.
A Comedy.
The Persons represented in the Play.
Monsieur Marine, _the Noble Gent. but none of the wisest_.
Jaques, _an old servant to_ Marine's _family_.
Clerimont, _a Gull_, _Cosin to Monsieur_ Marine.
A Gentleman, _Servant to_ Marine's _wife_.
Lo[n]gueville, } _two Courtiers that plot
Beaufort, } to abuse_ Marine.
Shattillion, _a Lord_, _mad for Love_.
Doctor.
Page.
Gentlemen.
Servants.
Duke.