Volume 6 — Loves Pilgr[i]mage, (continued 2)

To call me friend, let slip a hasty word? S'light Sir: yonder is a Lady va[il]d, For properness beyond comparison, And sure her face is like the rest: we'll see't. Gent. Why? you are hasty Sir already: know you What 'tis you go about. Marc. Yes, I would see The womans face. Gent. By heaven you shall not do't: You do not know the custom of the place: To draw that curtain here, though she were mean, Is mortall. Marc. Is it? earth must come to earth At last, and by my troth, I'll try it Sir. Gent. Then I must hold you fast. By all the faith That can be plac'd in man, 'tis an attempt More dangerous than death, 'tis death and shame: I know the Lady well. Marc. Is she a Lady? I shall the more desire to see her Sir. Gent. She is Alanso's wife, the Governor, A noble Gentleman. Marc. Then let me go, If I can win her, you and I will govern This Town Sir, fear it not, and we will alter These barbarous customs then; for every Lady Shall be seen daily, and seen over too. Gent. Come, do not jest, nor let your passions bear you To such wild enterprises: hold you still, For as I have a soul, you shall not do't. She is a Lady of unblemish'd fame, And here to offer that affront, were base: Hold on your way, and we will see the Town, And overlook the Ladies. Marc. I am school'd, And promise you I will: but good Sir, see, She will pass by us now; I hope I may Salute her thus far off. Gent. 'S foot, are you mad? 'Twill be as ill as th' other. 1 Attend. What's the matter? What would that fellow have? Gent. Good Sir forbear. 1. Atten. It seems you are new landed: would you beg Any thing here? Marc. Yes Sir, all happiness To that fair Lady, as I hope. Gent. Mark-antonio. Marc. Her face, which needs no hiding: I would beg A sight of. Gent. Now go on, for 'tis too late To keep this from a tumult. 1. Attend. Sirrah, you Shall see a fitter object for your eyes, Then a fair Ladies face. Eug. For heavens sake, raise not A quarrel in the streets for me. 1. Attend. Slip in then; This is your door. Eug. Will you needs quarrel then? 1. Attend. We must, or suffer This outrage: is't not all your minds Sirs, speak? All. Yes. Eug. Then I do beseech ye, let my Lord

Not think the quarrel about me; for 'tis not. [Exit. Gent. See happily some of our Galley souldiers Are come ashoar. 1. Attend. Come on Sir, you shall see Faces enough. Gent. Some one of you call to

Our General, the whole rore of the Town Comes in upon us. Marc. I have seen Sir better Perhaps, than that was cover'd; and will yet

See that, or spoil yours. Phil. On, why start you back? Theo. Alass Sir, they are fighting. Leoc. Let's begon, See, see, a handsome man strook down. Gent. Ho General, Look out, Antonio is in distress.

Theo. Antonio. Leoc. Antonio! 'tis he. Rod. within. Ho, Gunner make a shot into the Town, I'll part you: bring away Antonio [a shot. Into my Cabben. [Exit Attendants and Townsmen. Gent. I will do that office. I fear it is the last, that I shall do him.

Theo. The last, why will he dye? Leoc. Since I have found him: happiness leave me, When I leave him. Phil. Why Theodosia? My sister; wake: alass, I griev'd but now To see the streets so full; and now I grieve To see them left so empty: I could wish, Tumult himself were here, that yet at least Amongst the band, I might espie some face So pale and fearful, that would willingly Embrace an arrand for a Cordial, Or Aquavitæ, or a cup of sack, Or a Physitian: but to talk of these She breaths: stand up, O Theodosia, Speak but as thou wert wont, give but a sigh, Which is but the most unhappy piece of life, And I will ever after worship sadness, Apply my self to grief; prepare and build Altars to sorrow. Theo. O Philippo, help me. Phil. I do; these are my arms, Philippo's arms, Thy Brothers arms that hold thee up. Theo. You help me To life: but I would see Antonio That's dead. Phil. Thou shalt see any thing; how dost thou? Theo. Better, I thank you. Phil. Why that's well: call up Thy senses, and uncloud thy cover'd spirits. How now? Theo. Recover'd: but Antonio, Where is he? Phil. We will find him: art thou well? Theo. Perfectly well, saving the miss of him; And I do charge you here, by our allyance, And by the love which would have been betwixt us, Knew we no kindred; by that killing fear, Mingled with twenty thousand hopes and doubts, Which you may think, plac'd in a Lovers heart, And in a Virgins too, when she wants help, To grant me your assistance, to find out This man alive, or dead; and I will pay you In service, tears, or prayers, a world of wealth: But other treasure, I have none: alas! You men have strong hearts; but we feeble maids Have tender eyes, which only given be To blind themselves, crying for what they see. Phil. Why do'st thou charge me thus? have I been found Slow to perform, what I could but imagine Thy wishes were; have I at any time Tender'd a business of mine own, beyond A vanity of thine? have I not been As if I were a sensless creature, made To serve thee without pow'r of questioning, If so, why fear'st thou? Theo. I am satisfied. Phil. Come; then let's go: where's Leocadia? Theo. I know not Sir. Phil. Where's Leocadia? Theo. I do not know. Phil. Leocadia, This Tumult made the streets as dead as night, A man may talk as freely: what's become Of Leocadia? Theo. She's run away. Phil. Begone, and let us never more behold Each others face, till we may, both together, Fasten our eyes on her: accursed be Those tender cozening names of charity, And natural affection, they have lost Me only by observing them, what cost Travel, and fruitless wishes may in vain Search through the world, but never find again. Theo. Good Sir be patient, I have done no fault Worthy this banishment. Phil. Yes Leocadia, The Lady so distress'd, who was content To lay her story, and to lay her heart As open as her story to your self, Who was content, that I should know her Sex, Before dissembl'd and to put her self Into my conduct, whom I undertook Safely to guard, is in this Tumult lost. Theo. And can I help it Sir? Phil. No, would thou couldst, You might have done, but for that zeald religion You women bear to swownings, you do pick Your times to faint when some body is by: Bound or by nature, or by love, or service To raise you from that well dissembled death: Inform me but of one that has been found Dead in her private chamber by her self, Where sickness would no more forbear, than here, And I will quit the rest for her. Theo. I know not What they may do, and how they may dissemble; But by my troth, I did not. Phil. By my troth, Would I had try'd; would I had let thee layn, And followed her. Theo. I would you had done so Rather, than been so angry: where's Antonio? Phil. Why do'st thou vex me with these questions? I'll tell thee where, he's carried to the Galleys, There to be chain'd, and row, and beat, and row With knotted ropes, and pizzels; if he swound, He has a dose of bisket. Theo. I am glad He is alive. Phil. Was ever man thus troubled, Tell me where Leocadia is? Theo. Good brother be not so hasty, and I think I can: You found no error in me, when I first Told you she was a woman, and believe me Something I have found out, which makes me think, Nay, almost know so well, that I durst swear She follow'd hurt Antonio. Phil. What do we

Then lingring here; we will aboard the Galleys And find her. Gov. Made he a shot into the Town? 1. Attend. He did Sir. Gov. Call back those Gentlemen. 1. Attend. The Governor, commands you back. Phil. We will obey him Sir. Gov. You gave him cause to shoot; I know, he is So far from rash offence, and holds with me Such curious friendship: could not one of you Have call'd me while 'twas doing, such an uproar, Before my dore too? 1. Towns. By my troth Sir, we were so busy in the publick cause, of our own Private falling out: that we forgot it: at home we see now You were not, but as soon as the shot made us fly, we ran Away as fast as we could to seek your honor. Gov. 'Twas gravely done; but no man tells the cause Or chance, or what it was that made you differ. 1. Towns. For my part Sir, if there were any that I knew Of, the shot drove it out of my head, do you know any neighbours? All. Not we, not we. Gov. Not we! nor can you tell. 1. Attend. No other cause, But the old quarrel betwixt the Town and the Galleys. Gov. Come nearer Gentlemen: what are your names? Phil. My name Philippo. Theo. And mine Theodoro. Gov. Strangers you are it seems. Phil. Newly arriv'd. Gov. Then you are they begun this Tumult. Phil. No Sir. [G]ov. Speak one of you. 1. Attend. They are not, I can quit 'em. Theo. Yet we saw part, and an unhappy part Of this debate, a long sought friend of ours Strook down for dead, and born unto the Galleys, His name is Mark-antonio. Phil. And another Of our company, a Gentleman Of noble birth, besides accompanyed With all the gifts of nature, ravish'd hence We know not how, in this dissention. Gov. Get you home all, and work; and when I hear You meddle with a weapon any more But those belonging to your Trades, I'll lay you Where your best Customers shall hardly find you. [Exit Townsmen. I am sorry gentlemen, I troubled you, Being both strangers, by your tongues, and looks, Of worth: To make ye some part of amends If there be any thing in this poor Town Of Barcelona that you would command, Command me. Theo. Sir, this wounded Gentleman, If it might please you, if your pow'r and love Extend so far, I would be glad to wish Might be remov'd into the Town for cure: The Galleys stay not, and his wound I know Cannot endure a voyage. Gov. Sir, he shall, I warrant you: Go call me hither Sirrah, One of my other Servants. [Exit 1. attendan[t]. Phil. And besides. The Gentleman we lost, Signior Francisco, Shall be render'd too.

Gover. And he Sir too: Go sirrah, bear this ring To Roderigo, my most noble friend, The General of the Galleys: Tell him this. [Exit servant.

Theo. Now we shall have 'em both. Phil. Blest be thy thoughts For apprehending this: blest be thy breath For uttering it. Gov. Come Gentlemen, you shall Enter my roof: and I will send for Surgeons, And you shall see your friends here presently. Theo. His name was Mark-antonio. Gover. I know it, And have sent word so. Phil. Did you not forget Francisco's name? Gover. Nor his: y'are truly welcome, To talk about it more, were but to say The same word often over: you are welcome. [Exeunt.

Serv. This is the house Sir. Mar. Enter it, I pray you, For I am faint, although I think my wound Be nothing. Soldiers, leave us now: I thank you. 1. Sold. Heaven send you health Sir. Serv. Let me lead you in. Mark. My wound's not in my feet; I shall entreat 'em I hope to bear me so far. [Exit. 2. Sold. How seriously these land men fled, when our General made a Shot, as if he had been a warning to call 'em to their Hall. 1. Sold. I cannot blame 'em, What man have they now in the Town, able to maintain a Tumult, or uphold a matter out Of square if need be? O the quiet hurley burleys that I Have seen in this Town, when we have fought four hours Together, and not a man amongst us so impertinent or Modest to ask why? but now the pillars that bare Up this blessed Town in that regular debate, and Scambling, are dead, the more's the pitty. 2. Sold. Old Ignatio lives still. 1. Sold. Yes, I know him: he will do prettily well at a mans liver: But where is there any man now living in the Town That hath a steady hand, and understands Anatomy Well? if it come to a particular matter of the lungs, Or the spleen, why? alas Ignatio is to seek; are There any such men left as I have known, that Would say they would hit you in this place? is there Ever a good heartist, or a member-percer, or a Small-gut man left in the Town, answer Me that? 2. Sold. Mass, I think there be not. 1. Sold. No, I warrant thee. Come, come, 'tis time We were at the Galleys. [Exeunt.

Gover. Sir, you may know by what I said already, You may command my house; but I must beg Pardon to leave you, if the publick business Forc'd me not from you, I my self should call it Unmannerly: but good Sir, do you give it A milder name: it shall not be an hour Ere I return. Mar[c]. Sir, I was nere so poor In my own thoughts, as that I want a means To requite this with. Gov. Sir, within this hour. [Exit. Marc. This the Lady that I quarrell'd for? O lust if wounds cannot restrain thy power, Let shame: nor do I feel my hurt at all, Nor is it ought, only I was well beaten: If I pursue it, all the civil world That ever did imagine the content Found in the band of man and wife unbroke, The reverence due to housholds, or the blemish That may be stuck upon posterity Will catch me, bind me, burn upon my forehead, This is the wounded stranger, that receiv'd For charity into a house, attempted— I will not do it. Eug. Sir, how do you do now? That you walk off. Marc. Worse Madam, than I was; But it will over. Eug. Sit, and rest a while. Marc. Where are the Surgeons? Eug. Sir, it is their manner, When they have seen the wound especially, The patient being of worth, to go consult, Which they are now at in another room, About the dressing. Marc. Madam, I do feel my self not well. Theo. Alass! Leoc. How do you Sir. Eug. Will you drink waters? Marc. No good Madam, 'tis not So violent upon me; nor I think Any thing dangerous: but yet there are Some things that sit so heavy on my conscience, That will perplex my mind, and stop my cure, So that unless I utter 'em. A scratch Here on my thumb will kill me: Gentlemen, I pray you leave the room, and come not in Your selves, or any other till I have Open'd my self to this most honour'd Lady. Phil. We will not. Theo. O blest! he will discover now His love to me. Leoc. Now he will tell the Lady Our Contract. [Exit. Eug. I do believe he will confess to me The wrong he did a Lady in the streets; But I forgive him. Marc. Madam, I perceive My self grow worse and worse. Eug. Shall I call back your friends? Marc. O no, but e'r I do impart What burthens me so sore, let me intreat you, (For there is no trust in these Surgeons) To look upon my wound; it is perhaps My last request: But tell me truely too, That must be in: how far do you imagine It will have pow'r upon me. Eug. Sir, I will. Marc. For heavens sake, softly: oh, I must needs lay My head down easily, whilst you do it. Eug. Do Sir, 'Tis but an ordinary blow; a child Of mine has had a greater, and been well; Are you faint hearted? Marc. Oh. Eug. Why do you sigh? There is no danger in the world in this; I wonder it should make a man sit down; What do you mean, why do you kiss my breasts? Lift up your head, your wound, may well endure it. Mar. O Madam, may I not express affection, Dying-affection too I fear, to those That do me favors, such as this of yours. Eug. If you mean so, 'tis well; but what's the business Lies on your conscience? Mar. I will tell you Madam. Eug. Tell me and laugh? Mar. But I will tell you true Though I do laugh, I know as well as you My wound is nothing, nor the power of earth Could lay a wound upon me in your presence, That I could feel; but I do laugh to think How covertly, how far beyond the reach Of men, and wise men too, we shall deceive 'em, Whilst they imagine I am talking here With that short breath I have, ready to swound At every full point; you my ghostly Mother To hear my sad confession, you and I Will on that bed within, prepar'd for me, Debate the matter privately. Eug. Forbear, Thou wert but now as welcome to this house As certain cures to sick men, and just now This sudain alteration makes thee look Like plagues come to infect it; if thou knewst How loathsome thou wilt be, thou wouldst intreat These wals, or posts to help thee to a hurt, Past thy d[i]ssimulation. Mar. Gentle Madam Call 'em not in? Eug. I will not yet, this place I know to be within the reach of tongue, And ears, thou canst not force me; therefore hear me What I will tell thee quickly, thou art born To end some way more disesteem'd than this, Or which is worse, to dye of this hurt yet. Come Gentlemen.

Mar. Good Madam. Eug. Gentlemen. Leoc. Madam how is't? is Mark-antonio well? Methinks your looks are alter'd, and I see A strange distemper in you. Eug. I am wrought By that dissembling man, that fellow worth Nothing but kicking.

Leo. Gentle Madam speak To me alone let not them understand His fault, he will repent [it] I dare swear. Eug. I'll tell it you in private. Phil. Mark-antonio, How do you? Mar. Stand farther off I pray you Give me some ayre. Theo. Good Brother, will he scape, The Surgeons say there is no danger. Phil. Scape? No doubt he will. Leo. Alas will he not leave This trying all; Madam, I do beseech you Let me but speak to him, you and these by, And I dare almost promise you to make him Shew himself truly sorrowful to you, besides a story I shall open to you, Not put in so good words but in it self So full of chance, that you will easily Forgive my tediousness, and be well pleas'd With that so much afflicts me. Eug. Good Sir do. Leo. And I desire no interruption Of speech may trouble me till I have said What I will quickly do. Theo. What will she say. Eug. Come Gentlemen, I pray you lend your ears, And keep your voyces. Leo. Signior Mark-antonio How do you do? Mar. Oh the Surgeons. Leoc. Let me tell you Who know as well as you, you do dissemble, It is no time to do so; leave the thoughts Of this vain world, forget your flesh and blood, And make your spirit an untroubled way To pass to what it ought. Mar. Y're not in earnest? Why I can walk Sir, and am well. Leoc. 'Tis true That you can walk, and do believe y're well: It is the nature, as your Surgeons say Of these wounds, for a man to go, and talk, Nay merrily, till his last hour, his minute: For heaven sake Sir, sit down again. Mar. Alass Where are the Surgeons? Leoc. Sir, they will not come, If they should dress you, you would dye they say Ere one would tell twenty; trouble not your mind, Keep your head warm, and do not stir your body, And you may live an hour. Mar. Oh heavens, an hour? Alass, it is to[o] little t[o] remember But half the wrongs that I have done; how short Then for contrition, and how least of all For satisfaction? Leo. But you desire To satisfie? Mar. Heaven knows I do. Leo. Then know That I am he, or she, or what you will Most wrong'd by you; your Leocadia, I know you must remember me. Mar. Oh heaven! Le[o]. That lost her friends, that lost her fathers house, That lost her fame in loosing of her Sex, With these strange garments, there is no excuse To hinder me, it is within your power To give me satisfaction; you have time Left in this little piece of life to do it: Therefore I charge you for your conscience sake, And for our fame, which I would fain have live When both of us are dead, to celebrate That Contract; which you have both seal'd and sworn Yet ere you dye, which must be hastily Heaven knows. Mar. Alass, the sting of conscience To death-ward for our faults; draw nearer all And hear what I unhappy man shall say; First Madam I desire your pardon; next (I feel my spirits fail me) Gentlemen Let me shake hands with you, and let's be friends, For I have done wrong upon wrong so thick I know not where, that every man methinks Should be mine enemy; Forgive me both. Lastly 'tis true (oh I do feel the power Of death seize on me) that I was contracted By seal and oath to Leocadia; (I must speak fast, because I fear my life Will else be shorter than my speech would be) But 'tis impossible to satisfie You Leocadia, but by repentance, Though I can dyingly, and boldly say I know not your dishonor, yet that was Your virtue, and not mine, you know it well; But herein lies th' impossibility, O Theodosia, Theodosia I was betroth'd to Theodosia Before I ever saw thee; heaven forgive me She is my wife this half hour whilst I live. Theo. That's I, that's I, I'm Theodosia, Hear me a little now, who have not suffer'd Disgrace at all methinks, since you confess What I so long have sought for, here is with me Philippo too my Brother. Mar. I am glad; All happiness to him; come let me kiss thee Beg pardon of that Maid for my offence, And let me farther, with a dying breath Tell in thine ear the rest of my desires. Eug. I am afraid they will all four turn women If we hold longer talk. Leoc. Alass there is No hope for me; that's Theodosia And that her Brother, I am only sorry I was beholding to 'em; I will search Over the world, as careless of my fortunes, As they of me, till I can meet a curse To make these almost killing-sorrows worse. [Exit. Theo. Sir, as I live she ly'd, only to draw A just confession from you, which she hath A happy one for me, ask of this Lady, Ask of my Brother. Eug. Sir, she did dissemble, Your wound is nothing. Phil. Leocadia's gone. [Exit. Theo. Rise up, and stir your self, 'tis but amazement And your imagination that afflicts you, Look you Sir now. Mar. I think 'tis so indeed. Theo. The Surgeons do not come, because they swear It needs no dressing. Eug. You shall talk with 'em Within, for your own fancy. Mar. Where's your Brother, and Leocadia? Eug. Within belike. Mar. I feel my self methinks as well as ever. Eug. Keep then your mind so too; I do forgive The fault you did to me; But here is one Must not be wrong'd hereafter. Mar. Neither shall she When I make jests of oaths again, or make My lust play with religion, when I leave To keep true joys for her, and yet within My self true sorrow for my passed deeds May I want grace, when I would fain repent, And find a great and sodain punishment. [Exeunt.

Phil. Where is mine Host, did not he see him neither? Die. Not I, i'faith Sir. Phil. Nor the muleter? Inc. Nay he is past seeing, unless it be in's sleep, By this time; all his visions were the pots, Three hours since Sir. Phil. Which way should she take? Nay, look you now; do you all stand still? good Heaven You might have lighted on him, now this instant? For loves sake see[k] him out, who ever find him I will reward his fortune as his diligence; Get all the Town to help, that will be hir'd, Their pains I'll turn to annual holiday, If it shall chance, but one bring word of her, Pray you about it. Inc. Her Sir? who do you mean? Phil. (I had forgot my self) the Page I meant That came along with us. Die. He you gave the clothes too? Phil. I ga' the clothes to; Rascal? Die. Nay good Sir. Phi. Why dost thou mention or upbraid my courtesies Slave? Die. For your honor Sir. Phi. Wretch; I was honor'd, That she would wear 'em (he, I would say) 's death? Go, get, and find 'em out, or never see me, I shall betray my love e'r I possess it, Some Star direct me, or ill Planet strike me. [Exit Phil. Inc. Best to divide. Die. I'll this way. Inc. And I this. Die. I, as you, find him for a Real. Inc. 'Tis done. Die. My course is now directly to some Pie-house I know the Pages compass. Inc. I think rather The smock-side o'th' Town, the surer harbor At his years to put in. Die. If I do find The hungry haunt, I take him by the teeth now. Inc. I by the tail, yet I as you. Die. No more. [E]xeunt.

Phi. Dear Leocadia, where canst thou be fled Thus like a spirit hence? and in a moment? What cloud can hide thee from my following search If yet thou art a body? sure she hath not Tane any house? she did too late leave one Where all humanity of a place receiv'd her, And would, (if she had staid) have help'd to right The wrong her fortune did her; yet she must Be [inter'd] somewhere, or be found, no street, Lane, passage, corner, turn, hath scap'd enquiry: If her despair had ravish'd her to air She could not yet be ratified so But some of us should meet her? though their eyes Perhaps be leaden, and might turn; mine would Strike out a lightning for her, and divide A mist as thick as ever darkness was, Nay see her through a quarry; they do lye, Lye grosly that say love is blind; by him, And heaven they lye; he has a sight can pierce Through Ivory, as cleer as it were horn, And reach his object.

Inc. Sir, he's found, he's found. Phi. Ha? where? But reach that happy Note again And let it relish truth, thou art an Angel. Inc. He's here; fast by Sir, calling for a Boat To go aboard the Gallies. Phi. Where, where; hold thee. [Exit. Inc. He might ha' kept this now, I had nought to shew for't, If he had had the wit t' have gone from's word, These direct men, they are no men of fashion, Talk what you will, this is a very smelt. [Exit.

Leo. Upon your Art Sir, and your faith to assist it Shall I believe you then his wound's not mortal? Surg. Sir, 'tis not worth your question; less your fear. Leo. You doe restore me Sir, I pray you accept This small remembrance of a fathers thanks For so assur'd a benefit. Surg. Excuse me. Leo. Sir, I can spare it, and must not believe But that your fortune may receiv't, except You'ld ha' me think you live not by your practice. Sur. I crave your pardon Sir; you teach me manners. Leo. I crave your love and friendship, and require As I have made now, both my self and business A portion of your care, you will but bring me Under the person of a call'd assistant To his next opening, where I may but see him, And utter a few words to him in private, And you will merit me; for I am loth Since here I have not to appear my self, Or to be known unto the Governor, Or make a tumult of my purpose. Surg. Neither I hope will be your need Sir; I shall bring you Both there, and off again without the hazard. [Exeunt.

Ph. Will you not hear me! Leo. I have heard so much Will keep me deaf for ever; No, Mark-antonio After thy sentence, I may hear no more, Thou hast pronounc'd me dead. Phi. Appeal to reason, She will reprieve you from the power of grief, Which rules but in her absence; Hear me say A soveraign message from her, which in duty, And love to your own safety, you ought hear: Why do you strive so? whither would you flie? You cannot wrest your self away from care You may from counsel; you may shift your place But not your person; and another Clyme Makes you no other. Leo. Oh. Phi. For passions sake, (Which I do serve, honor, and love in you) If you will sigh, sigh here; If you would vary A sigh to tears, or out-cry, do it here. No shade, no desart, darkness, nor the grave Shall be more equal to your thoughts than I, Only but hear me speak. Leo. What would you say? Phi. That which shall raise your heart, or pull down mine, Quiet your passion, or provoke mine own; We must have both one balsome, or one wound, For know (lov'd fair) since the first providence Made me your rescue, I have read you through, And with a wondring pity look'd on you, I have observ'd the method of your blood, And waited on it even with sympathy Of a like Red, and Paleness in mine own; I knew which blush was angers, which was loves, Which was the eye of sorrow, which of truth: And could distinguish honor from disdain In every change: and you are worth my study; I saw your voluntary misery Sustain'd in travel: A disguis'd Maid Wearied with seeking: and with finding lost, Neglected, where you hop'd most, or put by; I saw it, and have laid it to my heart, And though it were my Sister which was righted, Yet being by your wrong, I put off nature, Could not be glad, where I [was] bound to triumph; My care for you, so drown'd respect of her; Nor did I only apprehend your bonds, But studied your release: and for that day Have I made up a ransom, brought [you] health Preservative 'gainst chance, or injury Please you apply it to the grief; my self. Leo. Humph. Phi. Nay, do not think me less than such a cure, Antonio was not; And 'tis possible Philippo may succeed: My bloud and house Are as deep rooted: and as fairly spread, As Mark-antonio['s], and in that, all seek, Fortune hath given him no precedency: As for our thanks to Nature I may burn Incense as much as he; I ever durst Walk with Antonio by the self-same light At any feast, or triumph, and ne'r car'd Which side my Lady or her woman took In their survey; I durst have told my tale too Though his discourse new ended. Leo. My repulse. Phil. Let not that torture you, w[h]ich makes me happy Nor think that conscience (fair) which is no shame 'Twas no repulse, [I] was your Dowry rather: For then methought a thousand graces met To make you lovely, and ten thousand stories Of constant virtue, which you then out-reach'd, In one example did proclaim you rich: Nor do I think you wretched, or disgrac'd, After this suffering, and do therefore take Advantage of your need; but rather know You are the charge and business of those powers, Who, like best Tutors, do inflict hard tasks Upon great Natures, and of noblest hopes; Read trivial Lessons, and halfe lines to sluggs; They that live long, and never feel mischance, Spend more than halfe their age in ignorance. Leo. 'Tis well you think so. Phi. You shall think so too, You shall sweet Leocadia, and do so. Leo. Good Sir no more; you have too fair a shape To play so foul a part in, as the Tempter: Say that I [could] make peace with fortune, who, Who should absolve me of my vow yet; ha? My Contract made? Phi. Your Contract? Leo. Yes, my Contract, Am I not his? his wife? Phi. Sweet, nothing less. Leo. I have no name then? Phi. Truly then you have not; How can you be his wife, who was before Anothers Husband? Leo. Oh, though he dispence With his faith given, I cannot with mine. Phi. You do mistake (cleer soul) his precontract Doth annul yours, and you have giv'n no faith That ties you in Religion, or humanity, You rather sin against that greater precept, To covet what's anothers; Sweet, you do Believe me, who dare not urge dishonest things, Remove that scruple therefore, and but take Your dangers now, into your judgements skale And weigh them with your safeties: Think but whither Now you can goe: what you can do to live? How near you ha' barr'd all Ports [to] your own succor, Except this one that I here open: Love Should you be left alone, you were a prey To the wild lust of any, who would look Upon this shape like a temptation And think you want the man you personate Would not regard this shift, which love put on As virtue forc'd, but covet it like vice; So should you live the slander of each Sex, And be the child of error and of shame, And which is worse, even Mark-antonie Would be call'd just, to turn a wanderer off, And Fame report you worthy his contempt; Where if you make new choice, and settle here There is no further tumult in this flood, Each current keeps his course, and all suspitions Shall return honors: Came you forth a Maid? Go home a Wife? alone? and in disguise? Go home a waited Leocadia: Go home, and by the vir[t]ue of that charm Transform all mischiefs, as you are transform'd; Turn your offended Fathers wrath to wonder, A[n]d all his loud grief to a silent welcome: Unfold the Riddles you have made, what say you?

Now is the time; delay is but despair, If you be chang'd, let a kiss tell me so. Leo. I am: but how, I rather feel than know. Sanc. Come Sir; you are welcome now to Barcelona, Take off my hood. Phi. Who be these? stay, let's view 'em? Alph. 'Twas a long journey: are you not weary Sir? Sanc. Weary? I could have rid it in mine Armour. Leo. Alas! Phi. What ail you dear? Leo. It is my Father. Phi. Your Father: which? Leo. He that is carried: oh Let us make hence. Phi. For loves sake: good my heart. Leo. Into some house before he see me. Phi. Dear, Be not thus frighted. Leo. Oh his wrath is tempest. Phi. Sweet, take your spirit to you, and stay, be't he, He cannot know you in this habit, and me I'm sure he less knows, for he never saw me. Alph. Ha? who is that? my Son Philippo? Phi. Sir. Alph. Why, what make you here? Is this Salamanca? And that your study? ha? nay stay him too, We'll see him by his leave. Serv. You must not strive Sir. Alph. No, no, come near. Sanc. My Daughter: Leocadia? Alph. How Sir, your Daughter? Sanc. Yes Sir, and as sure As that's your Son: Come hither: what now? run Out o' your sex? breech'd? was't not enough At once to leave thy Father, and thine honor, Unless th' hadst quit thy self too. Phi. Sir, what fault She can be urg'd of, I must take on me The guilt and punishment. Sanc. You must Sir: how If you shall not, though you must? I deal not With boys Sir; I, you have a Father here Shall do me right. Alph. Thou art not mad Philippo? Art thou Mark-antonie? Son to Leonardo? Our business is to them. Sanc. No, no, no, no. I'll ha' the business now; with you, none else, Pray you let's speak, in private: (carry me to him) Your Son's the ravisher Sir, and here I find him: I hope you'll give me cause to think you noble, And do me right, with your sword Sir, as becomes One gentleman of honor to another; All this is fair Sir: here's the Sea fast by, Upon the sands, we will determine 'Tis that I call you to; let's make no daies on't, I'll lead your way; to the sea-side Rascals. Phil. Sir I would beseech your stay; he may not follow you. San. No, turn, I'll kill him here then: Slaves, Rogues, Bloks. Why do you not bear me to him? ha' you been Acquainted with my motions, loggs, so long And yet not know to time 'em. Phi. Were you Sir Not impotent. Alph. Hold you your peace Boy. Sanc. Impotent, 'Death, I'll cut his throat first, and then his Fathers. Alph. You must provide you then a sharper Razor Than is your tongue, for I not fear your sword. Sanc. 'Heart bear me to either of 'em. Phi. Pray Sir your patience.

Alph. My curse light on thee if thou stay him. Phi. Hold. Gov. Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen, what tumult Is this you raise i'th' street? before my door? Know you what 'tis to draw a weapon here? Sanc. Yes, and to use it (bear me up to him, Rogues) Thus, at a Traitors heart. Alph. Truer than thine. Gov. Strike, strike; Some of the people disarm 'em, Kill 'em if they resist. Phi. Nay generous Sir Let not your courtesie turn fury now. Gov. Lay hold upon 'em, take away their weapons, I will be worth an answer, e'r we part. Phi. 'Tis the Governor Sir. Alph. I yield my self. Sanch. My Sword? what thinkst thou of me? pray thee tell me. 1 Attend. As of a Gentleman. Sanch. No more? 1 Attend. Of worth, And quality. Sanch. And I should quit my sword There were small worth or quality in that friend; Pray thee learn thou more worth and quality Than to demand it. Gov. Force it I say. 1 Attend. The Governor You hear, commands. Sanch. The Governr shall pardon me. Phi. How, Leocadia gone again? [Exit Phi. Sanch. He shall friend I' th' point of honor; by his leave, so tell him, His person and authority I acknowledge, And do submit me to it; but my Sword, He shall excuse me, were he fifteen Governors; That and I dwell together, and must yet Till my hands part, assure him. Gov. I say force it. Sanch. Stay, hear me. Hast thou ever read Caranza? Understandst thou honor, Noble Governor? Gov. For that we'll have more fit dispute. Sanch. Your name Sir? Gov. You shall know that too: but on colder terms, Your blood and brain are now too hot to take it. Sanch. Force my Sword from me? this is an affront. Gov. Bring 'em away. Sanch. You'll do me reparation. [Exeunt.

Phi. I have for ever lost her, and am lost, And worthily: my lameness hath undone me; She's gone hence, asham'd of me: yet I seek her. Will she be ever found to me again, Whom she saw stand so poorly, and dare nothing In her defence, here? when I should have drawn This Sword out like a Meteor, and have shot it In both our Parents eies, and left 'em blind Unto their impotent angers? Oh I am worthy On whom this loss and scorn should light to death Without the pity that should wish me better, Either alive, or in my Epitaph.

Leo. Well Son, your Father is too near himself And hath too much of nature to put off Any affection that belongs to you, I could have only wish'd you had acquainted Her Father, whom it equally concerns, Though y'had presum'd on me: it might have open'd An easier gate, and path to both our joyes: For though I am none of those flinty Fathers That when their children do but natural things, Turn rock and offence straight: yet Mark-antonio, All are not of my quarry. Mar. 'Tis my fear Sir; And if hereafter I should e'r abuse So great a piety, it were my malice.

Atten. We must intreat you Gentlemen to take Another room, the Governor is coming Here, on some business.

Mar. We will give him way. Sanch. I will have right Sir on you; that believe, If there be any Marshals Court in Spain. Gov. For that Sir we shall talk. Sanch. —— Do not slight me, Though I am without a Sword. Gov. Keep to your Chair Sir. Sanch. —— Let me fall, and hurle my chair! (slaves) at him. Gov. You are the more temper'd man Sir: let me intreat Of you the manner how this brawl fell out. Alph. Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much: But here we came Sir to this Town together, Both in one business, and one wrong, engag'd, To seek one Leonardo, an old Genoese, I ha' said enough there; would you more? false father Of a false son, call'd Mark-antonio, Who had stole both our Daughters; and which Father Conspiring with his Son in treachery, It seem'd, to flie our satisfaction, Was, as we heard, come private to this Town Here to take ship for Italy. Leo. You heard More than was true then: by the fear, or falshood, And though I thought not to reveal my self (Pardon my manners in't to you) for some Important reasons; yet being thus character'd And challeng'd, know I dare appear, and doe To who dares threaten. Mar. I say he is not worthy The name of man, or any honest preface, That dares report or credit such a slander. Do you Sir say it? Alph. I doe say it. Gov. Hold. Is this your father Signior Mark-antonio? You have ill requited me thus to conceal him From him would honor him, and do him service.

Leon. 'Twas not his fault Sir. Eug. Where's my Lord? Gov. Sweet-heart. Eug. Know you these Gentlemen? they are all the fathers Unto our friends. Gov. So it appears my Dove. Sanch. Sir, I say nothing: I do want a Sword. And till I have a Sword I will say nothing. Eug. Good Sir, command these Gentlemen their Arms; Entreat 'em as your friends, not as your prisoners. Where be their Swords? Gov. Restore each man his weapon. Sanch. It seems thou hast not read Caranza, fellow I must have reparation of honor, As well as this: I find that wounded. Gov. Sir, I did not know your quality, if I had 'Tis like I should have done you more respects. Sanch. It is sufficient, by Caranza's rule. Eug. I know it is Sir. Sanch. Have you read Caranza Lady? Eug. If you mean him that writ upon the Duel, He was my kinsman. Sanch. Lady, then you know By the right noble writings of your kinsman, My honor is as dear to me, as the Kings. Eug. 'Tis very true Sir. Sanch. Therefore [I] must crave Leave to go on now with my first dependance. Eug. What ha' you more? Gov. None here good Signior. Sanch. I will, refer me to Caranza still. Eug. Nay love, I prethee let me manage this. With whom is't Sir? Sanch. With that false man Alphonso. Eug. Why he has th' advantage Sir, in legs. Sanch. But I In truth, in hand and heart, and a good Sword. Eug. But how if he will not stand you Sir? Alph. For that, Make it no question Lady, I will stick My feet in earth down by him, where he dare. Sanch. O would thou wouldst. Alph. I'll do't. Sanch. Let me kiss him. I fear thou wilt not yet. Eug. Why Gentlemen, If you'll proceed according to Caranza, Methinks an easier way, were [two] good chairs, So you would be content Sir, to be bound, 'Cause he is lame? I'll fit you with like weapons, Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. If The difference between you be so mortal, It cannot be tane up. Sanch. Tane up? take off This head first. Alph. Come bind me in a chair. Eug. Yes, do. Gait. What mean you, Dove. Eug. Let me alone, And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' done Lend me two Ponyards; I'll have Pistols ready Quickly. [Exit.

Phi. She is not here Mark-antonio, Saw you not Leocadia? Mar. Not I brother. Phi. Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her. Mar. I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it? Phi. You were not worthy of her. Mar. May be I was not; But 'tis not well, you tell me so. Phi. My Sister Is not so fair. Mar. It skils not. Phi. Nor so virtuous. Mar. Yes, she must be as virtuous. Phi. I would fain— Mar. What brother? Phi. Strike you. Mar. I shall not bear strokes, Though I do these strange words. Phi. Will you not kill me? Mar. For what good brother? Phi. Why, for speaking well Of Leocadia. Mar. No indeed. Phi. Nor ill Of Theodosia?

Mar. Neither. Phi. Fare you well then. Eug. Nay, you shall have as noble seconds too As ever Duelists had; give 'em their weapons: Now St. Jago. Sanch. Are they charg'd? Eug. Charg'd Sir? I warrant you. Alph. Would they were well discharg'd. Sanch. I like a Sword much better I confess. Eug. Nay, wherefore stay you? shall I mend your mark? Strike one another, thorough these? Phi. My love. Alph. My Theodosia. Sanch. I ha' not the heart. Alph. Nor I. Eug. Why here is a dependence ended. Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to you Your Sons and Daughters, and be friends. A feast Waits you within, is better than your fray: Lovers, take you your own, and all forbear Under my roof, either to blush or fear. My love, what say you? could Caranza himself Carry a business better? Gov. It is well: All are content I hope, and we well eas'd. If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd. [Exeunt.

To this place Gentlemen, full many a day We have bid ye welcome; and to many a Play: And those whose angry souls were not diseas'd With Law, or lending Money, we have pleas'd; And make no doubt to do again. This night No mighty matter, nor no light, We must intreat you look for: A good tale, Told in two hours, we will not fail If we be perfect, to rehearse ye: New I am sure it is, and handsome; but how true Let them dispute that writ it. Ten to one We please the Women, and I would know that man Follows not their example? If ye mean To know the Play well, travel with the Scene. For it lies upon the Road; if we chance tire, As ye are good men, leave us not i'th' mire, Another bait may mend us: If you grow A little gall'd or weary; cry but hoa, And we'll stay for ye. When our journey ends Every mans Pot I hope, and all part friends.