Volume 6 — THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE.

Vir. Boy. Boy. Sir? Vir. If my wife seek me, tell her that Designs of weight, too heavy for her knowledge, Exact my privacy. Boy. I shall, Sir. Vir. Do then, And leave me to my self. Boy. 'Tis a raw morning And would you please to interpret that for duty Which you may construe boldness, I could wish To arm your self against it, you would use More of my service. Vir. I have heat within here, A noble heat (good boy) to keep it off, I shall not freeze; deliver my excuse, [Enter Juliana. And you have done your part. Boy. That is prevented, My Lady follows you. Vir. Since I must be crost then, Let her perform that office. Boy. I obey you. [Exit. Vir. Prethee to bed; to be thus fond's more tedious Than if I were neglected. Jul. 'Tis the fault then Of Love and Duty, which I would fall under, Rather than want that care which you may challenge As due to my obedience. Vir. I confess This tenderness argues a loving Wife, And more deserves my hearts best thanks, than anger. Yet I must tell ye Sweet, you do exceed In your affection, if you would ingross me To your delights alone. Jul. I am not jealous, If my embraces have distasted you, As I must grant you every way so worthy That 'tis not in weak woman to deserve you, Much less in miserable me, that want Those graces, some more fortunate are stor'd with. Seek any whom you please, and I will study With my best service to deserve those favors, That shall yield you contentment. Vir. You are mistaken. Jul. No, I am patient Sir, and so good morrow; I will not be offensive. Vir. Hear my reasons. Jul. Though in your life a widdows bed receives me, For your sake I must love it. May she prosper That shall succeed me in it, and your ardor Last longer to her. Vir. By the love I bear, First to my Countreys peace; next to thy self To whom compar'd, my life I rate at nothing; Stood here a Lady that were the choice abstract Of all the beauties nature ever fashion'd, Or Art gave ornament to, compar'd to thee, Thus as thou art obedient and loving, I should contemn and loath her. Jul. I doe believe. How I am blest In my assur'd belief! this is unfeign'd; And why this sadness then? Vir. Why Juliana, Believe me, these my sad and dull retirements, My often, nay almost continued Fasts, Sleep banisht from my eyes, all pleasures, strangers, Have neither root nor growth from any cause That may arrive at Woman. Shouldst thou be, As chastity forbid, false to my bed, I should lament my fortune, perhaps punish Thy falshood, and then study to forget thee: But that which like a never-emptied spring, Feeds high the torrent of my swelling grief, Is what my Countrey suffers; there's a ground Where sorrow may be planted, and spring up, Through yielding rage, and womanish despair, And yet not shame the owner. Jul. I do believe it true, Yet I should think my self a happy woman, If, in this general and timely mourning, I might or give to you, or else receive A little lawful comfort. Vir. Thy discretion In this may answer for me; look on Naples The Countrey where we both were born and bred, Naples the Paradise of Italy, As that is of the earth; Naples, that was The sweet retreat of all the worthiest Romans, When they had shar'd the spoils of the whole world; This flourishing Kingdom, whose inhabitants For wealth and bravery, liv'd like petty Kings, Made subject now to such a tyrannie. As that fair City that receiv'd her name From Constantine the great, now in the power Of barbarous Infidels, may forget her own; To look with pity on our miseries; So far in our calamities we transcend her. For since this Arragonian tyrant, Ferrand, Seiz'd on the gover[n]ment, there's nothing left us That we can call our own, but our afflictions. Jul. And hardly those; the Kings strange cruelty, Equals all presidents of tyranny. Vir. Equal say you? He has out-gone, the worst compar'd to him; Nor Phalaris, nor Dionysius, Caligula, nor Nero can be mention'd; They yet as Kings, abus'd their Regal power; This as a Merchant, all the Countreys fat, He wholly does ingross unto himself; Our Oils he buys at his own price, then sells them To us, at dearer rates; our Plate and Jewels, Under a fain'd pretence of publique use, He borrows; which deny'd his instruments force. The Races of our horses he takes from us; Yet keeps them in our pastures; rapes of Matrons, And Virgins, are too frequent; never man Yet thank'd him for a pardon; for Religion, It is a thing he dreams not of. Jul. I have heard, How true it is, I know not; that he sold The Bishoprick of Tarent to a Jew, For thirteen thousand Duckets. Vir. I was present, And saw the money paid; the day would leave me, E'r I could number out his impious actions; Or what the miserable Subject suffers; And can you entertain in such a time, A thought of dalliance? tears, and sighs, and groans, Would better now become you. Jul. They indeed are, The only weapons, our poor Sex can use, When we are injur'd; and they may become us; But for me[n] that were born free men, of Ranck; That would be Registred Fathers of their Countrey; And to have on their Tombs in Golden Letters, The noble stile of Tyrant-killers, written; To weep like fools and Women, and not like wise men. To practise a redress, deserves a name, Which fits not me to give. Vir. Thy grave reproof: If what thou dost desire, were possible To be effected, might well argue it, As wise as loving; but if you consider, With what strong guards this Tyrant is defended: Ruffins, and male-contents drawn from all quarters; That only know, to serve his impious Will; The Cittadels built by him in the neck Of this poor City; the invincible strength, Nature by Art assisted, gave this Castle; And above all his fear; admitting no man To see him, but unarm'd; it being death For any to approach him with a weapon. You must confess, unless our hands were Cannons, To batter down these walls; our weak breath Mines, To blow his Forts up; or our curses lightning, To force a passage to him; and then blast him; Our power is like to yours, and we, like you, Weep our misfortunes. Jul. Walls of Brass resist not A noble undertaking; nor can vice, Raise any Bulwark, to make good the place, Where virtue seeks to enter; then to fall In such a brave attempt, were such an honor That Brutus, did he live again, would envy. Were my dead Father in you, and my Brothers; Nay, all the Ancestors I am deriv'd from; As you, in being what you are, are all these. I had rather wear a mourning Garment for you, And should be more proud of my widdowhood; You dying for the freedom of this Countrey; Than if I were assur'd, I should enjoy A perpetuity of life and pleasure With you, the Tyrant living. Vir. Till this minute, I never heard thee speak; O more than woman! And more to be belov'd; can I find out A Cabinet, to lock a secret in, Of equal trust to thee? all doubts, and fears, That scandalize your Sex, be far from me; Thou shalt partake my near and dearest councils, And further them with thine. Jul. I will be faithful. Vir. Know then this day, stand heaven propitious to us, Our liberty begins. Jul. In Ferrands death? Vir. 'Tis plotted love, and strongly, and believe it, For nothing else could do it, 'twas the thought, How to proceed in this design and end it, That made strange my embraces. Jul. Curs'd be she, That's so indulgent to her own delights, That for their satisfaction, would give A stop to such a glorious enterprize: For me, I would not for the world, I had been Guilty of such a crime; go on and prosper. Go on my dearest Lord, I love your Honor Above my life; nay, yours; my prayers go with you; Which I will strengthen with my tears: the wrongs Of this poor Countrey, edge your sword; Oh may it Pierce deep into this Tyrants heart, and then When you return bath'd in his guilty blood; I'll wash you clean with fountains of true joy. But who are your assistants? though I am So covetous of your glory, that I could wish You had no sharer in it. [Knock. Vir. Be not curious. They come, however you command my bosom, To them I would not have you seen. Jul. I am gone Sir, Be confident; and may my resolution Be present with you. [Exit. Vir. Such a Masculine spirit, With more than Womans virtues, were a Dower To weigh down a Kings fortune.

Briss. Good day to you. Cam. You are an early stirrer. Vir. What new face, Bring you along? Ron. If I stand doubted Sir? As by your looks I guess it: you much injure A man that loves, and truly loves this Countrey, With as much zeal as you doe; one that hates The Prince by whom it suffers, and as deadly; One that dares step as far to gain my freedom, As any he that breaths; that wears a sword As sharp as any's. Cam. Nay, no more comparisons. Ron. What you but whisper, I dare speak aloud, Stood the King by; have means to put in act too What you but coldly plot; if this deserve then Suspition in the best, the boldest, wisest? Pursue your own intents, I'll follow mine; And if I not out-strip you— Briss. Be assur'd Sir, A conscience like this can never be ally'd To treachery. Cam. Who durst speak so much, But one that is like us, a sufferer, And stands as we affected? Vir. You are cozen'd And all undone; every Intelligencer Speaks Treason with like licence; is not this Ronvere, that hath for many years been train'd In Ferrand's School, a man in trust and favour, Rewarded too, and highly? Cam. Grant all this, The thought of what he was, being as he is now; A man disgrac'd, and with contempt thrown off; Will spurr him to revenge, as swift as they, That never were in favour. Vir. Poor and childish. Briss. His regiment is cast, that is most certain; And his command in the Castle given away. Cam. That on my knowledge. Vir. Grosser still, what Shepheard Would yield the poor remainder of his Flock, To a known Wolf; though he put on the habit, Of a most faithful dog, and bark like one? As this but only talks. Cam. Yes, he has means too. Vir. I know it to my grief, weak men I know it; To make his peace, if there were any war Between him and his Master, betraying Our innocent lives. Ron. You are too suspitious And I have born too much, beyond my temper, Take your own waies, I'll leave you. Vir. You may stay now; You have enough, and all indeed you fish'd for; But one word Gentlemen: have you discover'd To him alone our plot? Briss. To him and others, that are at his devotion. Vir. Worse and worse: For were he only conscious of our purpose, Though with the breach of Hospitable laws, In my own house, I'de silence him for ever: But what is past my help, is past my care. I have a life to lose. Cam. Have better hopes. Ron. And when you know, with what charge I have further'd Your noble undertaking, you will swear me Another man; the guards I have corrupted: And of the choice of all our noblest youths, Attir'd like Virgins; such as Hermits would Welcome to their sad cells, prepar'd a Maske; As done for the Kings pleasure. Vir. For his safety I rather fear; and as a pageant to Usher our ruine. Ron. We as Torch-bearers Will wait on these, but with such art and cunning; I have conveigh'd sharp poniards in the Wax, That we may pass, though search't through all his guards Without suspition, and in all his glory, Oppress him, and with safety. Cam. 'Tis most strange. Vir. To be effected. Ron. You are doubtful still. Briss. But we resolv'd to follow him, and if you Desist now Virolet, we will say 'tis fear, Rather than providence. [Exeunt. Cam. And so we leave you.

Jul. To your wise doubts, and to my better counsels; Oh! pardon me my Lord, and trust me too; Let me not like Cassandra prophesie truths, And never be believ'd, before the mischief: I have heard all; know this Ronvere a villain, A villain that hath tempted me, and plotted This for your ruine, only to make way To his hopes in my embraces; at more leisure I will acquaint you, wherefore I conceal'd it To this last minute; if you stay, you are lost, And all prevention too late. I know, And 'tis to me known only, a dark cave Within this house, a part of my poor Dower, Where you may lie conceal'd, as in the center, Till this rough blast be o'r, where there is air, More then to keep in life; Ferrand will find you, So curious his fears are. Vir. 'Tis better fall Than hide my head, now 'twas thine own advice, My friends engag'd too. Jul. You stand further bound, Than to weak men that have betrai'd themselves, Or to my counsel, though then just and loyal: Your phansie hath been good, but not your judgement, In choice of such to side you; will you leap From a steep Tower, because a desperate fool Does it, and trusts the wind to save his hazard? There's more expected from you; all mens eies are fixt On Virolet, to help, not hurt them; Make good their hopes and ours, you have sworn often, That you dare credit me; and allow'd me wise Although a woman; even Kings in great actions, Wait opportunity, and so must you, Sir, Or loose your understanding. Vir. Thou art constant; I am uncertain fool, a most blind fool; Be thou my guide. Jul. If I fail to direct you, For torment or reward, when I am wretched, May constancy forsake me. Vir. I've my safety.

Vil. Why are you rapt thus? Cast. Peace, thou art a fool. Vil. But if I were a flatterer like your worship, I should be wise and rich too; There are few else that prosper, Bawds excepted, They hold an equal place there. Cast. A shrewd knave; But oh the King, the happy King! Vil. Why happy? In bearing a great burthen. Cast. What bears he, That's born on Princes shoulders? Vil. A Crowns weight, Which sets more heavy on his head, than the Oar Slaves dig out of the Mines, of which 'tis made. Cast. Thou worthily art his fool, to think that heavy That carries him in the air; the reverence due To that most sacred Gold, makes him ador'd, His Footsteps kist, his smiles to raise a begger To a Lords fortune; and when he but frowns, The City quakes. Vil. Or the poor Cuckolds in it, Coxcombs I should say, I am of a fool, Grown a Philosopher, to hear this parasite. Cast. The delicates he is serv'd with see and envy. Vil. I had rather have an Onion with a stomack, Than these without one. Cast. The Celestial Musick, Such as the motion of the eternal sphears [Still musick. Yields Jove, when he drinks Nectar. Vil. Here's a fine knave, yet hath too many fellows. Cast. Then the beauties, That with variety of ch[oy]ce embraces, [These pass o'r. Renew his age. Vil. Help him to crouch rather, And the French Cringe, they are excellent Surgeons that way. Cast. O Majesty! let others think of heaven, While I contemplate thee. Vil. This is not Atheisme, but Court observance. Cast. Now the God appears, usher'd with earth-quakes. Vil. Base Idolatry. [Flourish.

Fer. These meats are poisoned, hang The Cooks; no note more on Forfeit of your fingers; do you Envie me a minutes slumber, what are these? 1 Gu. The Ladies appointed by your Majesty. Fer. To the purpose, for what appointed? 1 Gu. For your graces pleasure. Fer. To suck away the little blood is left me, By my continual cares; I am not apt now, Injoy them first, taste of my Diet once; And your turns serv'd, for fifty Crowns apiece Their Husbands may redeem them. Wo. Great Sir, mercy. Fer. I am deaf, why stare you? is what we command To be disputed, who's this? bring you the dead T' upbraid me to my face? Cast. Hold Emperor; Hold mightiest of Kings, I am thy vassal, Thy footstool that durst not presume to look On thy offended face. Fer. Castruchio rise. Cast. Let not the lightning of thy eie consume me, Nor hear that musical tongue, in dreadful thunder, That speaks all mercy. Vil. Here's no flattering rogue. Cast. Ferrand, that is the Father of his people, The glory of mankind. Fer. No more, no word more; And while [I] tell my troubles to my self, Be Statues without motion [or] voice, Though to be flatter'd is an itch to greatness, It now offends me. Vil. Here's the happy man; But speak who dares. Fer. When I was innocent; I yet remember I could eat and sleep, Walk unaffrighted, but now terrible to others: My guards cannot keep fear from me It still pursues me; Oh! my wounded conscience, The Bed I would rest in, is stuft with thorns; The grounds strew'd o'r with adders, and with aspicks Where e'r I set my foot, but I am in, And what was got with cruelty, with blood, Must be defended, though this life's a hell, I fear a worse hereafter. Ha!

Ron. My Lord. Fer. Welcome Ronvere, welcome my golden plummet With which I sound mine enemies depths and angers, Hast thou discover'd? Ron. Al[l] as you could wish Sir, The Plot, and the contrivers; was made one Of the conspiracie. Fer. Is Virolet in? Ron. The head of all, he only scented me: And from his fear, that I plaid false is fled; The rest I have in fetters. Fer. Death and Hell. Next to my mortal foe the pirate Sesse, I aim'd at him; he's virtuous, and wise, A lover of his freedom and his Countries Dangerous to such as govern by the sword, And so to me: no tract which way he went, No means to overtake him? Ron. There's some hope left; But with a rough hand, to be seiz'd upon. Fer. What is't? Ron. If any know, or where he is, Or which way he is fled, it is his wife; Her with his Father I have apprehended, And brought among the rest. Fer. 'Twas wisely order'd, Go fetch them in, and let my executioners [Exit Ronvere. Appear in horror with the rack. Vil. I take it Signior, this is no time for you to flatter, Or me to fool in. Cast. Thou art wise in this, let's off, it is unsafe to be near Jove. When he begins to thunder. Vil. Good morality. [Exit. Fer. I that have pierc'd into the hearts of men; Forc'd them to lay open with my looks, Secrets, whose least discovery was death, Will rend for what concerns my life, the fortress, Of a weak womans faith.

Ca. What e're we suffer, The weight that loads a Traitors Heart [sit] ever, heavy on thine. Briss. As we are caught by thee, Fall thou by others. Ron. Pish poor fools, your curses will Never reach me. Jul. Now by my Virolets life; Father, this is a glorious stage of murther. Here are fine properties too, and such spectators, As will expect good action, to the life; Let us perform our parts, and we shall live, When these are rotten, would we might begin once; Are you the Master of the company? Troth you are tedious now. Fer. She does deride me. Jul. Thee and thy power, if one poor syllable Could win me an assurance of thy favor, I would not speak it, I desire to be The great example of thy cruelty, To whet which on, know Ferrand, I alone Can make discovery, where my Virolet is, Whose life, I know thou aim'st at, but if tortures Compel me to't, may hope of heaven forsake me; I dare thy worst. Fer. Are we contemn'd? Jul. Thou art, Thou and thy Ministers, my life is thine; But in the death[, the] victory shall be mine. Pand. We have such a Mistriss here to teach us courage, That cowards might learn from her. Fer. You are slow; [Put on the rack. Begin the Scene thou miserable fool, For so I'll make thee. Jul. 'Tis not in thy reach; I am happy in my sufferings, thou most wretched. Fer. So brave! I'll tame you yet, pluck hard villains; Is she insensible? no sigh nor groan? or is she dead? Jul. No tyrant, though I suffer More than a woman, beyond flesh and blood; 'Tis in a cause so honourable, that I scorn With any sign that may express a sorrow To shew I do repent. Fer. Confess yet, And thou shalt be safe. Jul. 'Tis wrapt up in my soul, From whence thou canst not force it. Fer. I will be Ten daies a killing thee. Jul. Be twenty thousand, My glory lives the longer. Ron. 'Tis a miracle, She tires th' executioners, And me. Fer. Unloose her, I am conquer'd, I must take Some other way; reach her my chair, in honor Of her invincible fortitude. Ron. Will you not Dispatch the rest? Fer. When I seem merciful, Assure thy self Ronvere, I am most cruel. Thou wonder of thy Sex, and of this Nation, That hast chang'd my severity to mercy, Not to thy self alone, but to thy people, In which I do include these men, my enemies: Unbind them. Pand. This is strange. Fer. For your intent Against my life, which you dare not denie, I only ask one service. Cam. Above hope. Fer. There rides a Pyrate neer, the Duke of Sesse, My enemy and this Countreys, that in bonds Holds my dear friend Ascanio: free this friend: Or bring the Pyrats head; besides your pardon, And honor of the action, your reward Is forty thousand Ducates. And because I know that Virolet is as bold as wise, Be he your General, as pledge of your faith, That you will undertake it, let this old man, And this most constant Matron stay with me: Of whom, as of my self, I will be careful; She shall direct you where her Husband is. Make choice of any ship you think most useful. They are rig'd for you. [Exeunt Guard, with Juliana and Pand. Bris. We with joy accept it. Cam. And will proclaim King Ferrant merciful. [Exeunt. Ron. The mysterie of this, my Lord? or are you Chang'd in your nature? Fer. I'll make thee private to it. The lives of these weak men, and desperate woman, Would no way have secur'd me, had I took them; 'Tis Virolet I aim at; he has power, And knows to hurt. If they encounter Sesse, And he prove conqueror, I am assur'd They'll find no mercy: if that they prove victors, I shall recover, with my friend his head I most desire of all men. Ron. Now I have it. Fer. I'll make thee understand the drift of all. So we stand sure, thus much for those that fall. [Exeunt.

Boats. Lay here before the wind; up with your Canvase, And let her work, the wind begins to whistle; Clap all her streamers on, and let her dance, As if she were the Minion of the Ocean. Let her bestride the billows till they roar, And curle their wanton heads. Ho, below there: Ho, ho, within. Lay her North-east, and thrust her missen out, The day grows fair and clear, and the wind courts us. Oh for a lusty sail now, to give chase to. Gun. A stubborn Bark, that wou'd but bear up to us, And change a broadside bravely. Boats. Where's the Duke? Gun. I have not seen him stir to day. Boats. Oh Gunner, What bravery dwells in his age, and what valour! And to his friends, what gentleness and bounty! How long have we been inhabitants at Sea here? Gun. Some fourteen years. Boats. By fourteen lives I swear then, This Element never nourisht such a Pirate; So great, so fearless, and so fortunate, So patient in his want, in Act so valiant. How many sail of well mann'd ships before us, As the Bonuto does the flying Fish, Have we pursued and scour'd, that to outstrip us, They have been fain to hang their very shirts on? What Gallies have we bang'd, and sunk, and taken; Whose only fraughts were fire, and stern defiance? And nothing spoke but Bullet in all these. How like old Neptune have I seen our General Standing i'th' Poop, and tossing his Steel Trident, Commanding both the Sea and Winds to serve him! Gun. His Daughter too, which is the honor Boatswain, Of all her sex; that Martial Maid. Boats. A brave wench. Gun. How oftentimes, a fight being new begun, Has she leap'd down, and took my Linstock from me, And crying, now fly righ[t], and fir'd all my chasers! Then like the Image of the warlike Goddess, Her Target brac'd upon her arm, her sword drawn, And anger in her eies leapt up again, And bravely ha[l]'d the Bark. I have wondred Boatswain, That in a body made so delicate, So soft for sweet embraces, so much fire, And manly soul, not starting at a danger. Boats. Her noble Father got her in his fury, And so she proves a Soldier. Gun. This too I wonder at Taking so many strangers as he does, He uses them with that respect and coolness, Not making prize, but only borrowing What may supply his want: nor that for nothing; But renders back what they may stand in need of, And then parts lovingly: Where, if he take His Countreyman, that should be nearest to him, And stand most free from danger, he sure pays for't: He drowns or hangs the men, ransacks the Bark, Then gives her up a Bonfire to his fortune. Boats. The wrongs he has receiv'd from that dull Countrey That's all I know has purchas'd all his cruelty. We fare the better; cheerly, cheerly boys, The ship runs merrily, my Captain's melancholly, And nothing cures that in him but a Sea-fight: I hope to meet a sail boy, and a right one. Gun. That's my hope too; I am ready for the pastime. Boats. I' th' mean time let's bestow a Song upon him, To shake him from his dumps, and bid good day to him. Ho, in the hold.

Boy. Here, here. Boats. To th' Main top, Boy. And thou kenst a ship that dares defie us, Here's Gold. Boy. I am gone. [Exit Boy. Boats. Come sirs, a quaint Levet. [Trump. a Levet. To waken our brave General. Then to our labor.

Ses. I thank you loving mates; I thank you all, There's to prolong your mirth, and good morrow to you. Daugh. Take this from me, you're honest, valiant friends; And such we must make much of. Not a sail stirring? Gun. Not any within ken yet. Boats. Without doubt Lady The wind standing so fair and full upon us, We shall have sport anon. But noble General, Why are you still so sad? you take our edge off; You make us dull, and spiritless. Ses. I'll tell ye, Because I will provoke you to be fortunate; For when you know my cause, 'twill double arm you. This woman never knew it yet; my daughter, Some discontents she has. Daugh. Pray sir go forward. Ses. These fourteen years, I have stored it here at Sea, Where the most curious thought could never find it. Boats. Call up the Master, and all the Mates.

Ses. Good morrow. Mast. Good morrow to our General, a good one, And to that Noble Lady all good wishes. Daugh. I thank you Master. Ses. Mark me, thus it is then; Which I did never think to have discovered, Till full revenge had wooed me; but to satisfie My faithful friends, thus I cast off my burden. In that short time I was a Courtier, And followed that most hated of all Princes, Ferrant, the full example of all mischiefs, Compell'd to follow to my soul a stranger, It was my chance one day to play at Chesse For some few Crowns, with a mynion of this Kings, A mean poor man, that only serv'd his pleasures; Removing of a Rook, we grew to words; From this to hotter anger: to be short, I got a blow. Daugh. How, how my Noble Father: Ses. A blow my girl, which I had soon repaid, And sunk the slave for ever, had not odds Thrust in betwixt us. I went away disgrac'd— Daugh. For honors sake not so Sir. Ses. For that time, wench; But call'd upon him, like a Gentleman, By many private friends; knockt at his valour, Courted his honor hourly to repair me; And though he were a thing my thoughts made slight on, And only worth the fury of my footman, Still I pursu'd him Nobly. Daugh. Did he escape you? My old brave father, could you sit down so coldly? Ses. Have patience, and know all. Pursu'd him fairly, Till I was laugh'd at, scorn'd, my wrongs made Maygames. By him unjustly wrong'd, should be al[l] justice, The slave protected; yet at length I found him, Found him, when he suppos'd all had been buried; And what I had received, durst not be questioned; And then he fell, under my Sword he fell, For ever sunk; his poor life, like the air, Blown in an empty bubble, burst, and left him, No noble wind of memory to raise him. But then began my misery, I fled; The Kings frowns following, and my friends despair; No hand that durst relieve: my Countrey fearful, Basely and weakly fearful of a tyrant; Which made his bad Will worse, stood still and wondred, Their virtues bedrid in 'em; then my girl, A little one, I snatch'd thee from thy Nurse, The modell of thy fathers miseries: And some small wealth was fit for present carriage, And got to Sea; where I profest my anger, And will do, whilst that base ungrateful Countrey, And that bad King, have blood or means to quench me. Now ye know all. Mast. We know all, and admire all; Go on, and do all still, and still be fortunate. Daught. Had you done less, or lost this Noble anger, You had been worthy then mens empty pities, And not their wonders. Go on, and use your justice. And use it still with that fell violence, It first appeared to you; if you go less, Or take a d[o]ting mercy to protection, The honor of a Father I disclaim in you, Call back all duty; and will be prouder of Th' infamous and base name of a whore, Than daughter to a great Duke and a coward. Ses. Mine own sweet Martia, no: thou knowst my nature, It cannot, must not be. Daugh. I hope it shall not. But why Sir do you keep alive still young Ascanio, Prince of Rossana, King Ferrants most belov'd one, You took two months agoe? Why is not he flung overboard, or hang'd? Ses. I'll tell thee girl: It were a mercy in my nature now, So soon to break the bed of his afflictions; I am not so far reconcil'd yet to him, To let him die that were a benefit. Besides, I keep him as a bait and diet, To draw on more, and nearer to the King, I look each hour to hear of his Armados, And a hot welcome they shall have. Daugh. But hark you! If you were oversway'd with odds— Ses. I find you: I would not yield; no girl, no hope of yielding, Nor fling my self one hour into their mercies, And give the tyrant hope to gain his kingdom. No, I can sink wench, and make shift to die; A thousand doors are open, I shall hit one. I am no niggard of my life so it go nobly: All waies are equal, and all hours; I care not. Daugh. Now you speak like my father. Mast. Noble General, If by our means they inherit ought but bangs, The mercy of the main yard light upon us. No, we can sink too, Sir, and sink low enough, To pose their cruelties, to follow us: And he that thinks of life, if the world go that way, A thousand cowards suck his bones. Gun. Let the worst come, I can unbreech a Cannon, and without much help Turn her into the Keel; and when she has split it, Every man knows his way, his own prayers, And so good night I think. Mast. We have liv'd all with you, [Boy a top. And will die with you General. Ses. I thank you Gentlemen. Boy above. A Sail, a Sail. Mast. A cheerful sound. Boy. A Sail. Boats. Of whence? of whence boy? Boy. A lusty Sail. Daugh. Look right, and look again. Boy. She plows the Sea before her, And fomes i'th' mouth. Boats. Of whence? Boy. I ken not yet sir. Ses. Oh may she prove of Naples. Mast. Prove the Devil, We'll spit out fire as thick as she. Boy. Hoy. Mast. Brave boy. Boy. Of Naples, Naples, I think of Naples Master, Methinks I see the Arms. Mast. Up, up another, And give more certain signs. [Exit Sailor. Ses. All to your business, And stand but right and true. Boats. Hang him that halts now. Boy. Sh'as us in chase. Mast. We'll spare her our main top-sail, He shall not look us long, we are no starters. Down with the foresail too, we'll spoom before her. Mart. Gunner, good noble Gunner, for my honor Load me but these two Minions in the chape there; And load 'em right, that they may bid fair welcome, And be thine eye, and level as thy heart is. Gun. Madam, I'll scratch 'em out, I'll piss 'em out else. Sayl. above. Ho. Ses. Of whence now? Sail. Of Naples, Naples, Naples. I see her top-Flag, how she quarters Naples. I hear her Trumpets. Ses. Down, she's welcome to us. [Exit Mast. Boats. Gun. Sail. Every man to his charge, mann her i'th' bow well. And place your Rakers right, Daughter be sparing. Mart. I swear I'll be above Sir, in the thickest, And where most danger is, I'll seek for honor. They have begun, hark how their Trumpets call us. Hark how the wide-mouth'd Cannons sing amongst us. Hark how they sail; out of our shels for shame Sir. Ses. Now fortune and my cause. Mart. Be bold and conquer. [Exit.

Mast. They'll board us once again, they're tuff and valiant. Boats. Twice we have blown 'em into th' air like feathers, And made 'em dance. Mast. Good boys, fight bravely, manly. They come on yet, clap in her stern, and yoke 'em.

Gun. You should not need, I have provision for 'em; Let 'em board once again, the next is ours. Stand bravely to your Pikes, away, be valiant. I have a second course of service for 'em, Shall make the bowels of their Bark ake, boy, The Duke fights like a Dragon. Who dares be idle? [Exit.

Mast. Down with 'em, stow 'em in. Boats. Cut their throats, 'tis brotherhood to fling 'em into the Sea. The Duke is hurt, so is his lovely Daughter Martia. We have the day yet.

Gun. Pox fire 'em, they have smoak'd us, never such plums yet flew. Boats. They have rent the ship, and bor'd a hundred holes She swims still lustily. Mast. She made a brave fight, and she shall be cur'd And make a braver yet. Gun. Bring us some Canns up, I am as hot as fire.

Boat. I am sure I am none o'th' coolest. Gun. My Cannons rung like Bels. Here's to my Mistriss. The dainty sweet brass Minion: split their Fore-Mast, She never fail'd. Mast. Ye did all well, and truly, like faithful honest men. Boats. But is she rich Master? [Trumpets flourish.

Mast. Rich for my Captains purpose howsoever, And we are his. How bravely now he shows, Heated in blood and anger! how do you Sir? Not wounded mortally I hope? Sess. No Master, but only wear the livery of fury. I am hurt, and deep. Mast. My Mistriss too? Mart. A scratch man, My needle would ha done as much good Sir, Be provident and careful. Sess. Prethee peace girl, This wound is not the first blood I have blusht in, Ye fought all like tall men, my thanks among ye, That speaks not what my purse means, but my tongue, soldiers. Now Sir, to you that sought me out, that found me, That found me what I am, the Tyrant's Tyrant; You that were imp'd, the weak arm to his folly, You are welcome to your death. Vir. I do expect it, And therefore need no compliment, but wait it. Ses. Thou bor'st the face once of a Noble Gentleman, Rankt in the first file of the virtuous, By every hopeful spirit, shewed and pointed, Thy Countries love; one that advanc'd her honor, Not tainted with the base and servile uses The Tyrant ties mens souls to. Tell me Virolet, If shame have not forsook thee, with thy credit? Vir. No more of these Racks; what I am, I am. I hope not to go free with poor confessions; Nor if I shew ill, will I seem a monster, By making my mind prisoner; do your worst. When I came out to deal with you, I cast it, Only those base inflictions fit for slaves, Because I am a Gentleman.— Sess. Thou art none. Thou wast while thou stoodst good, th' art now a villain. And agent for the devil. Vir. That tongue lies. Give me my sword again, and stand all arm'd; I'll prove it on ye all, I am a Gentleman, A man as fair in honor, rate your prisoners, How poor and like a Pedagogue it shews! How far from Nobleness! 'tis fair, you may kill's; But to defame your victory with foul language. Ses. Go fling him over-board; I'll teach you sirrah. Vir. You cannot teach me to die. I could kill you now With patience, in despising all your cruelties. And make you choke with anger. Ses. Away I say. Mar. Stay Sir, h'as given you such bold language, I am not reconcil'd to him yet, and therefore He shall not have his wish observ'd so nearly, To die when he please; I beseech you stay Sir. Ses. Do with him what thou wilt. Mar. Carry him to th' Bilboes, And clap him fast there, with the Prince. Vir. Do Lady, For any death you give, I am bound to bless you.

Mar. Now to your Cabin, Sir; pray lean upon me, And take your rest, the Surgeons wait all for you. Ses. Thou mak'st me blush to see thee bear thy fortunes; Why, sure I have no hurt, I have not fought sure? Mast. You bleed apace, Sir. Mart. Ye grow cold too. Ses. I must be rul'd, no leaning, My deepest wounds scorn Crutches. All. A brave General. [Flour. Trumpets, Cornets.

1 Sail. Will they not moore her? 2 Sail. Not till we come to the Fort, This is too weak a place for our defences, The Carpenters are hard at work; she swims well, And may hold out another fight. The ship we took Burns there to give us light. 1 Sayl. She made a brave fight. 2 Sayl. She put us all in fear. 1 Sail. Beshrew my heart did she. Her men are gone to Candia, they are pepper'd, All but this prisoner. 2 Sayl. Sure he's a brave fellow. 1 Sayl. A stubborn knave, but we have pul'd his bravery. [He discovers Virolet and Ascanio in the Bilboes. Look how he looks now: come let's go serve his dyet, Which is but bread and water. 2 Sayl. He'll grow fat on't. [Exeunt Sailors. Asca. I must confess I have endur'd much misery, Even almost to the ruine of my spirit, But ten times more grows my affliction, To find my friend here. Vir. Had we serv'd our Countrey, Or honesties, as we have serv'd our follies, We had not been here now? Asca. 'Tis too true Virolet. Vir. And yet my end in vent'ring for your safety, Pointed at more than Ferrant's Will, a base one; Some service for mine own, some for my Nation, Some for my friend; but I am rightly paid, That durst adventure such a noble office, From the most treacherous command of mischief; You know him now? Asca. And when I nearer knew him, Then when I waited, Heaven be witness with me, (And if I lie my miseries still load me) With what tears I have wooed him, with what prayers. What weight of reasons I have laid, what dangers; Then, when the peoples curses flew like storms; And every tongue was whetted to defame him, To leave his doubts, his tyrannies, his slaughters, His fell oppressions: I know I was hated too. Vir. And all mankind that knew him: these confessions Do no good to the world, to heaven they may. Let's study to die well, we have liv'd like coxcombs. Asca. That my misfortune, should lose you too. Vir. Yes; And not only me, but many more, and better: For my life, 'tis not this; or might I save yours, And some brave friends I have engag'd, let me go; It were the meritorious death I wish for, But we must hang or drown like whelps. Asca. No remedy. Vir. On my part I expect none. I know the man, And know he has been netled to the quick too, I know his nature. Asca. A most cruel nature. Vir. His wrongs have bred him up. I cannot blame him. Asca. He has a daughter too, the greatest scorner, And most insulter upon misery. Vir. For those, they are toys to laugh at, not to lead men: A womans mirth or anger, like a meteor Glides and is gone, and leaves no crack behind it; Our miseries would seem like masters to us, And shake our manly spirits into feavers, If we respected those; the more they glory. And raise insulting Trophies on our ruines; The more our virtues shine in patience. Sweet Prince, the name of death was never terrible To him that knew to live; nor the loud torrent Of all afflictions, singing as they swim, A gall of heart, but to a guilty conscience: Whilst we stand fair, though by a two-edg'd storm, We find untimely falls, like early Roses; Bent to the earth, we bear our native sweetness. Asca. Good Sir go on. Vir. When we are little children, And cry and fret for every toy comes cross us; How sweetly do we shew, when sleep steals on us! When we grow great, but our affections greater, And struggle with this stubborn twin, born with us; And tug and pull, yet still we find a Giant: Had we not then the priviledge to sleep, Our everlasting sleep? he would make us idiots; The memory and monuments of good men Are more than lives, and though their tombs want tongues, Yet have they eies that daily sweat their losses; And such a tear from stone, no time can value. To die both young and good, are natures curses As the world saies; ask truth, they are bounteous blessings: For then we reach at Heaven, in our full virtues, And fix our selves new Stars, crown'd with our goodness. Asc. You have double arm'd me. [Strange Musick within, Ho[b]oys. Hark what noise is this? What horrid noise is the Sea pleas'd to sing. A hideous Dirge to our deliverance? Vir. Stand fast now.

Asc. I am fixt. Vir. We fear ye not. [Enter Martia. Let death appear in all shapes, we smile on him. Asc. The Lady now. Vir. The face o'th' Mask is alter'd. Asc. What will she do? Vir. Do what she can, I care not. Asc. She looks on you Sir. Vir. Rather she looks through me, But yet she stirs me not. Mart. Poor wretched slaves, Why do you live? or if ye hope for mercy, Why do not you houl out, and fill the hold With lamentations, cries, and base submissions, Worthy our scorn? Vir. Madam, you are mistaken; We are no slaves to you, but to blind fortune; And if she had her eyes, and durst be certain, Certain our friend, I would not bow unto her; I would not cry, nor ask so base a mercy: If you see any thing in our appearance, Worthy your sexes softness and your own glory: Do it for that, and let that good reward it: We cannot beg. Mart. I'll make you beg, and bow too. Vir. Madam for what? Mart. For life; and when you hope it, Then will I laugh and triumph on your baseness. Asc. Madam, 'tis true, there may be such a favour And we may ask it too; ask it with honor; And thank you for that favour, nobly thank you, Though it be death; but when we beg a base life, And beg it of your scorn— Vir. Y'are couzen'd woman, Your handsomness may do much, but not this way; But for your glorious hate— Mart. Are ye so stubborn? 'Death, I will make you bow. Vir. It must be in your bed then; There you may work me to humility. Mart. Why, I can kill thee. Vir. If you do it handsomely; It may be I can thank you, else— Mart. So glorious? A[sc]. Her cruelty now works. Mart. Yet woot thou? Vir. No. Mart. Wilt thou for life sake? Vir. No, I know your subtilty. Mart. For honor sake? Vir. I will not be a Pageant, My mind was ever firm, and so I'll lose it. Mart. I'll starve thee to it. Vir. I'll starve my self, and cross it. Mart. I'll lay thee on such miseries— Vir. I'll wear 'em, And with that wantonness, you do your Bracelets. Mart. I'll be a month a killing thee. Vir. Poor Lady, I'll be a month a dying then: what's that? There's many a Calenture out-does your cruelty. Mart. How might I do in killing of his body, To save his Noble mind? Who waits there?

Sayl. Madam. Mart. Unbolt this man, and leave those things behind you: And so away, now put 'em on. [Exit Sailer. Vir. To what end? Mart. To my End, to my Will. Vir. I will. Mart. I thank you. Vir. Nay, now you thank me, I'll do more, I'll tell ye, I am a servant to your courtesie. And so far will be woo'd: but if this triumph Be only aim'd to make your mischief glorious; Lady, y'ave put a richer shroud upon me, Which my strong mind shall suffer in. Mart. Come hither, And all thy bravery put into thy carriage, For I will admire thee. Vir. Whither will this woman? Asc. Take heed my friend. Mart. Look as thou scorn'dst my cruelty: I know thou dost. Vir. I never fear'd nor flatter'd. Mart. No if thou hadst, thou hadst died, and I had gloried. I suffer now, and thou which art my prisoner, Hast nobly won the free power to despise me. I love thee, and admire thee for thy Nobleness; And, for thy manly sufferance, am thy servant. Vir. Good Lady, mock me not. Mart. By heaven I love thee; And by the soul of love, am one piece with thee. Thy mind, thy mind; thy brave, thy manly mind: That like a Rock, stands all the storms of fortune, And beats 'em roaring back they cannot reach thee: That lovely mind I dote on, not the body; That mind has rob'd me of my liberty: That mind has darken'd all my bravery, And into poor despis'd things, turn'd my angers. Receive me to your love Sir, and instruct me; Receive me to your bed, and marry me; I'll wait upon you, bless the hour I knew you. Vir. Is this a new way? Mart. If you doubt my faith. First take your liberty; I'll make it perfect, Or any thing within my power. Vir. I love you; But how to recompence your love with marriage? Alas, I have a wife. Mart. Dearer tha[n] I am? That will adventure so much for your safety? Forget her father's wrongs, quit her own honor, Pull on her, for a strangers sake, all curses? Vir. Shall this Prince have his freedom too? Else all I love is gone, all my friends perish. Mart. He shall. Vir. What shall I do? Mart. If thou despise my courtesie, When I am dead, for grief I am forsaken, And no soft hand left to asswage your sorrows; Too late, but too true, curse your own cruelties. Asca. Be wise; if she be true, no thred is left else, To guide us from this labyrinth of mischief; Nor no way for our friends. Vir. Thus then I take you: I bind ye to my life, my love. Mart. I take you, And with the like bond tye my heart your servant; W' are now almost at Harbor, within this hour, In the dead watch, I'll have the Long-boat ready; And when I give the word, be sure you enter, I'll see ye furnisht both immediately, And like your self; some trusty man shall wait you, The watch I'll make mine own; only my love Requires a stronger vow, which I'll administer Before we go. Vir. I'll take it to confirm you. Mart. Goe, in there are the keys, unlock his fetters, And arm ye Nobly both; I'll be with you presently; And so this loving kiss. Ascan. Be constant Lady. [Exeunt omnes.

Surg. You grow so angry Sir, your wound goes backward. Ses. I am angry at the time, at none of you, That sends but one poor subject for revenge; I would have all the Court, and all the villanie, Was ever practis'd under that foul Ferrant Tyrant, and all to quench my wrath. Mast. Be patient, Your grace may find occasion every hour, For certain they will seek you to satisfie, And to the full, your anger. Ses. 'Death, they dare not: They know that I command death, feed his hunger, And when I let him loose—— Surg. You'll never heal Sir, If these extreams dwell in you, you are old, And burn your spirits out with this wild anger. Ses. Thou liest, I am not old, I am as lusty And full of manly heat as them, or thou art. Mast. No more of that. Ses. And dare seek out a danger; And hold him at the swords point, when thou tremblest And creepest into thy box of salves to save thee. Oh Master, I have had a dreadful dream to night! Me-thought the ship was all on fire, and my lov'd Daughter To save her life, leapt into the Sea; where suddainly A stranger snatcht her up, and swam away with her. Mast. 'Twas but the heat o'th' fight Sir.

Boats. Look out, what's that? Sail. The Long-boat as I live. Boats. Ho, there i'th' Long-Boat. Ses. What noise is that? [Hoy. [Mast.] I hear Sir, —— [Exit Master. Boats. The devil or his dam; hail her agen boys. Sail. The Long-boat, ho, the Long-boat. Ses. Why, the Long-boat. Where is the Long-boat? Boats. She is stolen off.

Ses. Who stole her? Oh my prophetique soul! Mast. Your Daughters gone Sir? The prisoners and six Sailors, Rogues. Ses. Mischief, six thousand plagues sail with 'em; They'r in her yet, make out. Mast. We have ne'r a Boat.

Gun. Who knew of this trick? Ses. Weigh Anchors and away. Boats. We ha no wind Sir, They'll beat us with their Oars. Ses. Then sink 'em Gunner, Oh sink 'em, sink 'em, sink 'em, claw 'em Gunner; As ever thou hast lov'd me. Gun. I'll do reason, But I'll be hang'd before I'll hurt the Lady. [Exit Gun. Ses. Who knew of this? [Trump. a piece or two go off. Mast. We stand all clear. Ses. What Devil Put this base trick into her tail? my Daughter, And run away with rogues! I hope she's sunk, [A piece or two. Or torn to pieces with the shot, rots find her, The leprosie of whore stick ever to her, Oh she has ruin'd my revenge.

Gun. She is gone, Sir. I cannot reach her with my shot. Ses. Rise winds, [blow till you burst the aire,] Blow till ye burst the Air, and swell the Seas, That they may sink the Stars, Oh dance her, dance her; Shee's impudently wanton, dance her, dance her, Mount her upon your surges, cool her, cool her; She runs hot like a whore, cool her, cool her, Oh now a shot to sink her, cut Cables, I will away, and where she sets her foot Although it be in Ferrants Court, I'll follow her, And such a Fathers vengeance shall she suffer—— Dare any man stand by me? Mast. All, all. Boats. All Sir. Gun. And the same cup you taste. Ses. Cut Cables then; For I shall never sleep nor know what peace is, Till I have pluckt her heart out; All within. Oh main there. [Exeunt.

Ron. You are too gentle, Sir. [Flourish Cornets. Fer. You are too careless: The creatures I have made, no way regard me: Why should I give you names, titles of honor, Rob families to fill your private houses. For your advancement, draw all curses on me, Wake tedious winter nights, to make them happy That for me break no slumber? Ron. What we can, We dare do. Fer. Why is your Soverigns life then (In which you live, and in whose fall your honors, Your wealth, your pomp, your pride, and all must suffer) No better guarded? Oh my cruel Stars, That mark me out a King, raising me on This pinnacle of greatness, only to be The nearer blasting! Vil. What think you now Castruccio? Is not this a merry life? Cast. Still thou art couzen'd; It is a glorious royal discontentment; How bravely it becomes him! Fer. To be made The common Butt, for every slave to shoot at; No peace, no rest I take, but their alarms Beat at my heart: why do I live, or seek then, To add a day more to these glorious troubles? Or to what end when all I can arrive at, Is but the summing up of fears and sorrows? What power has my command, when from my bosom Ascanio, my most dear, and lov'd Ascanio, Was snatch'd, spite of my Will, spite of my Succor, And by mine own proud slave, retein'd most miserable? And still that villain lives to nip my pleasures, It being not within my power to reach him. Ro[n]. Time may restore all this; and would you hear Whose counsel never fail'd you. Fer. Tell me no more, I faint beneath the burthen of my cares; And yield my self most wretched. Ron. On my knees I beg it, mighty Sir, vouchsafe me hearing. Fer. Speak, speak, and I thus low, such is my fortune, Will hear what thou canst say. Vil. Look but on this, Has not a man that has but means to keep A Hawk, a Greyhound, and a Hunting Nag, More pleasure than this King? Cast. A dull fool still, Make me a King, and let me scratch with care, And see who'll have the better; give me rule Command, obedience, pleasure of a King, And let the Devil roar; The greatest corrosive A King can have, is of more precious tickling, And handled to the height, more dear delight, Than other mens whole lives, let 'em be safe too. Vil. Think of the mutinous people. Cast. Hang the people, Give me the pleasure, let me do all, awe all, Enjoy their Wives and States at my discretion, And peg 'em when I please, let the slaves mumble. Vil. But say they should be vex'd, and rise against thee? Cast. Let 'em rise, let 'em rise: give me the bridle here, And see if they can crack my girths: ah Villio, Under the Sun there's nothing so voluptuous As riding of this Monster, till he founder. Fer. Who's that so loud? Cast. I am dumb: is not this rare? Kings looks make Pythagoreans; is not this A happiness Villio? Vil. Yes, to put to silence A fawning sycophant. Fer. Thou speak'st truth in all, And mercy is a vice, when there needs rigor, Which I, with all severity, will practice; And since, as subjects they pay not obedience, They shall be forc'd as slaves: I will remove Their means to hurt, and with the means, my fears; Goe you the fatal executioners Of my commands, and in our name proclaim, That from this hour I do forbid all meetings, All private conferences in the City: To feast a neighbor shall be death: to talk, As they meet in the streets, to hold discourse, By writing, nay by signs; see this perform'd, And I will call your cruelty, to those That dare repine at this, to me true service. 1 Gard. This makes for us. 2 Gard. I, now we have employments, If we grow not rich, 'twere fit we should be beggars. Fer. Ronvere. [Exit Guard. Ron. My Lord. Cast. Thou enemy to Majesty? What think'st thou of a kingdom? Vil. As of a man That hath power to do ill. Cast. Or a thing rather That does divide an Empire with the gods; Observe but with how little breath he shakes A populous City, which would stand unmov'd Against a whirlwind. Vil. Then you make him more Than him that rules the winds. Cast. For me I do profess it, Were I offer'd to be any thing on earth I would be mighty Ferrant. Fer. Who names me? Deliver thy thoughts slave, thy thoughts, and truly Or be no more. Cast. They rather will deserve Your favour than your fury; I admire, (As who does not, that is a loyal subject?) Your wisdom, power, your perfect happiness, The most blest of mankind. Fer. Didst thou but feel The weighty sorrows that sit on a Crown, Though thou shouldst find one in the streets Castruccio. Thou wouldst not think it worth the taking up; But since thou art enamour'd of my fortune, Thou shalt e'r long taste of it. Cast. But one day, And then let me expire. Fer. Goe to my Wardrobe, And of the richest things I wear, cull out, What thou thinkst fit: do you attend him sirrah? Vil. I warrant you I shall be at his elbow, The fool will never leave him. [Exit Cast., Villio. Cast. Made for ever. [A shout within. Fer. What shout is that, draw up our Guards.

Ron. Those rather Speak joy than danger. Bring her to my house, I would not have her seen here. Fer. My Ascanio! The most desir'd of all men, let me die In these embraces; how wert thou redeem'd? Asc. Sir, this is my preserver. Fer. At more leisure, I will enquire the manner, and the means, I cannot spare so much time now from my More strickt embraces: Virolet, welcome too, This service weighs down your intended Treason; You long have been mine enemy, learn now To be my friend and loyal, I ask no more, And live as free as Ferrant; let him have The forty thousand crowns I gladly promis'd, For my Ascanio's freedom, and deliver His Father, and his wife to him in safety, Something hath passed which I am sorry for, But 'twill not now be help'd; come my Ascanio, And reap the harvest of my winter travels. [Flourish Cornets. My best Ascanio, my lov'd Ascanio. Vir. My Lord, all former passages forgot, [Exit Fer., Ascanio. I am become a suitor. Ron. To me Virolet? Vir. To you, yet will not beg the courtesie, But largely pay you for it. Ron. To the purpose. Vir. The forty thousand crowns the King hath given me, I will bestow on you, if by your means I may have liberty for a divorce Between me and my wife. Ron. Your Juliana? That for you hath indur'd so much, so nobly? Vir. The more my sorrow; but it must be so. Ron. I will not hinder it: without a bribe, For mine own ends, I would have further'd this. I will use all my power. Vir. 'Tis all I aske: Oh my curs'd fate, that ever man should hate Himself for being belov'd, or be compell'd To cast away a Jewel, Kings would buy, Though with the loss of Crown and Monarchy! [Exeunt.

Sesse. How do I look? Mast. You are so strangely alter'd. We scarce can know you, so young again, and utterly From that you were, figure, or any favour; Your friends cannot discern you. Sesse. I have none, None but my fair revenge, and let that know me! You are finely alter'd too. Boats. To please your humour, But we may pass without disguise, our living Was never in their element. Gun. This Jew sure, That alter'd you, is a mad knave. Ses. Oh! a most excellent fellow. Gun. How he has mew'd your head, has rub'd the snow off, And run your beard into a peak of twenty. Boats. Stopt all the crannies in your face. Mast. Most rarely. Boats. And now you look as plump, your eies as sparkling, As if you were to leap into a Ladies saddle. Has he not set your nose awry? Ses. The better. Boats. I think it be the better, but 'tis awry sure; North and by East, I, there's the point it stands in; Now halfe a point to the Southward. Ses. I could laugh, But that my business requires no mirth now; Thou art a merry fellow. Boats. I would the Jew Sir, Could steer my head right, for I have such a swimming in't, Ever since I went to Sea first. Mast. Take Wine and purge it. Boats. I have had a thousand pils of Sack, a thousand; A thousand pottle Pills. Gun. Take more. Boats. Good Doctor, Your patient is easily perswaded. Mast. The next fair open weather Methinks this Jew If he were truly known to founder'd Courtiers, And decay'd Ladies that have lost their fleeces On every bush, he might pick a pretty living. Boats. The best of all our gallants, should be glad of him; For if you mark their marches, they are tender, Soft, soft, and tender; then but observe their bodies, And you shall find 'em cemented by a Surgeon, Or some Physitian for a year or two, And then to th' tub again, for a new pickle. This Jew might live a Gentile here.

Ses. What are these? Stand close and mark? Boats. These are no men, th' are motions. Ses. What sad and ruthful faces! Boats. How they duck! This senceless, silent courtesie methinks, Shews like two Turks, saluting one another, Upon two French Porters backs. Ses. They are my Countrey-men, And this, some forc'd infliction from the tyrant; What are you, why is this? why move thus silent As if you were wandring shadows? why so sad? Your tongues seal'd up; are ye of several Countries? You understand not one another? Gun. That's an Englishman, He looks as though he had lost his dog. Ses. Your habits Shew ye all Neopolitanes; and your faces Deliver you oppressed things; speak boldly: Do you groan and labor under this stiff yoak? Mast. They shake their heads and weep. Ses. Oh misery! Give plenteous sorrow, and no tongues to shew 'em! This is a studied cruelty. 1 Cit. Begone Sir, It seems you are a stranger, and save your self. 2 Cit. You wonder here at us; as much we wonder To hear you speak so openly, and boldly, The Kings command being publisht to the contrary; 'Tis death here, above two, to talk together; And that must be but common salutation neither, Short, and so part. Boats. How should a man buy mustard, If he be forc'd to stay the making of it? Within 1. Clear all the streets before the King. 1 Cit. Get off Sir, And shift as we must do. [Exeunt Citizens. Ses. I'll see his glory. Mast. Stand fast now and like men. [Flourish Colours.

Cast. Begin the game, Sir, And pluck me down the Row Of houses there. They hide the view o'th' hill; and sink those Merchants, Their ships are foul and stink. Mast. This is a sweet youth. Cast. All that are taken in assemblies, Their houses and their wives, their wealths are forfeit, Their lives at your devotion. Villains, Knaves, I'll make you bow and shake, I'll make you kneel Rogues. How brave 'tis to b[e] a King! Gun. Here's fine tumbling. Cast. No man shall sit i'th' temple near another. Boats. Nor lie with his own wife. Cast. All upon pain Of present death, forget to write. Boats. That's excellent, Carriers and Footposts, will be arrant rebels. Cast. No character, or stamp, that may deliver This mans intention, to that man i'th' Countrey. Gun. Nay, an you cut off, after my hearty commendati[on]s. Your friend and Oliver. No more. Cast. No man smile, And wear face of mirth; that fellows cunning, And hides a double heart, he's your prize, smoke him.

Ses. What base abuse is this? Ha? 'tis her face sure, My prisoners with her too? by heaven wild whore Now is my time. Mast. Do what you will. Ses. Stay hold yet, My Countrey shall be serv'd first, let her go, We'll have an hour for her to make her tremble. Now shew our selves, and bless you with your valours. Guard. Here's a whole plump of Rogues. [Virolet and they off again. Ses. Now for your Countrey. Cast. Away with 'em and hang 'em; shew no mercy, I say no mercy. Ses. Be it so upon 'em. Guard. Treason, treason, treason. Boats. Cut the sla[ve]s to giggets. Gun. Down with the Bul-beefs. Ses. Hold, hold, I command you,——look here. Cast. A miserable thing, I am no King Sir. Ses. Sirrah your fools-face has preserv'd your life. Wear no more Kings coats, you have scap'd a scouring. Boats. I'st not the King. Ses. No, 'tis a prating Rascal, The puppy makes him mirth. Cast. Yes Sir I am a puppy. Boats. I beseech you let me hang him, I'll do't in my Belt straight. Cast. As you are honourable, It is enough you may hang me. Gun. I'll hang a squib at's tail That shall blow both his buttocks; like a petard. Cast. Do any thing. But do not kill me Gentlemen. [Enter Citizen. Boates. Let's flea him, and have him flye blown. Cit. Away, and save your lives. The King himself is coming on; if you stay, You are lost for ever; let not so much nobleness Wilfully perish. Sess. How near? 2. Cit. He's here behind you. [Ex. Sess. Boatsw. Saylers, Citizens. Sess. We thank you. Vanish.

Fer. Double the Guards and take in men that dare, These slaves are frighted; where are the proud Rebels? To what protection fled? what villain leads 'em? Under our nose distur[b]'d our rest? Ronver. We shall hear, For such a search I have sent, to hunt the Traytors. Fer. Yet better men I say, we stand too open: How now Castruchio? how do you like our glory? Cast. I must confess, 'twas somewhat more than my match Sir; This open glory agrees not with my body, But if it were i'th' Castle, or some strength, Where I might have my swinge. Vil. You have been swing'd brother; How these delights have tickled you! you itch yet? Will you walk out again in pomp? Cast. Good Fool. Vil. These rogues must be rebuked, they are too sawcy, These peremptory Knaves. Will you walk out Sir, And take the remnant of your Coronation? The people stay to see it. Fer. Do not vex him, H'as grief enough in's bones; you shall to the Citadel, And like my self command, there use your pleasure, But take heed to your person. Vil. The more danger, Still the more honor Brother. Cast. If I reign not then, And like a King, and thou shalt know it fool, And thou shalt feel it fool. Vil. Fools still are freemen, I'll sue for a protection, till thy reign's out. Fer. The people have abus'd the liberty I late allow'd, I now proclaim it straighter, No men shall walk together nor salute; For they that do shall dye. Ronver. You hit the right Sir; That liberty cut off, you are free from practise. Fer. Renew my guards. Ronver. I shall. Fer. And keep strict watches; One hour of joy I ask. Ron. You shall have many. [Exeunt Flor. Cor.

1. Guard. You are now at liberty, in your own house Lady, And here our charge takes end. Pand. 'Tis now a Custom. We must even wooe those men deserve worst of us, And so we thank your labors; there's to drink, For that, and mischief are your occupations; And to mean well to no man, your chief'st harvests. 2. Gard. You give liberally; we hope Sir, er't be long, To be oftner acquainted with your bounty, And so we leave you. Pand. Do, for I dote not on ye. Jul. But where's my Husband? what should I do here? Or what share have I in this joy, call'd liberty, Without his company? Why did you flatter me, And tell me he was return'd, his service honor'd? 1 Gard. He is so, and stands high in the Kings favor, His friends redeemed, and his own liberty, From which yours is deriv'd, confirm'd; his service, To his own wish, rewarded: so fare-well Lady. [Ex. Guard. Pand. Go persecute the good, and hunt ye hell-hounds, Ye Leeches of the time, suck till ye burst slaves; How does my girl? Jul. Weak yet, but full of comfort. Pand. Sit down, and take some rest. Jul. My heart's whole Father; That joys, and leaps, to hear my Virolet, My Dear, my life, has conquer'd his afflictions. Pand. Those rude hands, and that bloody will that did this, That durst upon thy tender body print These Characters of cruelty; hear me heaven. Jul. O Sir be sparing. Pand. I'll speak it, tho I burst; And tho the ayr had ears, and serv'd the Tyrant, Out it should go: O he[a]re me thou great Justice; The miseries that wait upon their mischiefs, Let them be numberless, and no eye pitty Them when their souls are loaden, and in labour, And wounded through, and through, with guilt and horror; As mine is now with grief; let men laugh at 'em Then, when their monstrous sins, like earth-quakes, shake 'em, And those eyes, that forgot heaven would look upward, The bloody 'larms, of the conscience beating, Let mercy flye, and day strook into darkness, Leave their blind souls, to hunt out their own horrors. Jul. Enough, enough, we must forget dear Father; For then we are glorious formes of heaven; and live, When we can suffer, and as soon forgive. But where's my Lord? methinks I have seen this house, And have been in't before. Pand. Thine own house jewel. Jul. Mine, without him? or his, without my company? I think it cannot be; it was not wont Father. Pand. Some business with the King, (let it be good, heaven) Reteins him sure. [Enter Boy. Jul. It must be good and noble, For all men that he treats with tast of virtue; His words and actions are his own; and Honour's Not brought, nor compell'd from him. Pand. Here's the Boy. He can confirm us more, how sad the child looks! Come hither Lucio; how, and where's thy Master? Jul. Speak gentle Boy. Pand. Is he return'd in safety? Jul. If not, and that thou knowst is miserable, Our hopes and happiness declin'd for ever; Study a sorrow excellent as thy Master, Then if thou canst live leave us. Lucio. Noble Madam, My Lord is safe return'd, safe to his friends, and fortune, Safe to his Countrey, entertain'd with honour, Is here within the house. Jul. Do not mock me. Lucio. But such a melancholly hangs on his mind, And in his eyes inhabit such sad shadowes; But what the cause is—— Pand. Go tell him we are here Boy, There must be no cause now. Jul. Hast thou forgot me? Lucio. No noblest Lady. Jul. Tell him I am here, Tell him his wife is here, sound my name to him, And thou shalt see him start; speak Juliana, And like the Sun that labors through a tempest, How suddainly he will disperse his sadness! Pand. Go I command thee instantly, And charge him on his duty. Jul. On his love Boy: I would fain go to him. Pand. Away, away, you are foolish. Jul. Bear all my service sweet Boy. Pand. Art thou here still? Jul. And tell him what thou wilt that shall become thee. Pand. I'th' house, and know we are here. [Ex. Boy. Jul. No, no, he did not; I warrant you he did not: could you think His love had less than wings, had he but seen me; His strong affection any thing but fire Consuming all weak lets and rubs before it, Till he had met my flame, and made one body? If ever heavens high blessings met in one man, And there erected to their holy uses A sacred mind fit for their services, Built all of polisht honor, 'twas in this man: Misdoubt him not. Pand. I know he's truely noble; But why this sadness, when the general cause Requires a Jubile of joy? Jul. I know not. [Enter Virolet and Boy. Pand. Pray heaven you find it not. Jul. I hope I shall not: O here he comes, and with him all my happiness; He stays and thinks, we may be too unmannerly; Pray give him leave. [they stand off. Pand. I do not like this sadness. Vir. O hard condition of my misery! Unheard of plagues! when to behold that woman, That chast and virtuous woman, that preserv'd me, That pious wife, wedded to my afflictions, Must be more terrible than all my dangers. O fortune, thou hast rob'd me of my making, The noble building of a man, demolisht, And flung me headlong, on a sin so base Man and mankind contemn; even beasts abhor it, A sin more dull than drink, a shame beyond it; So foul, and far from faith; I dare not name it, But it will cry it self out, loud ingratitude. Your blessing Sir. Pand. You have it in abundance; So is our joy, to see you safe. Vir. My Dear one! Jul. H'as not forgot me yet: O take me to you Sir. Vir. Must this be added to increase my misery, That she must weep for joy, and loose that goodness? My Juliana, even the best of women, Of wives the perfectest, let me speak this, And with a modesty declare thy vertues, Chaster than Chrystal, on the Scythian Clifts The more the proud winds Court, the more the purer. Sweeter in thy obedience than a Sacrifice; And in thy mind a Saint, that even yet living, Producest miracles, and women daily, With crooked and lame souls creep to thy goodness, Which having toucht at, they become examples. The fortitude of all their sex, is Fable Compar'd to thine; and they that fill'd up glory, And admiration, in the age behind us, Out of their celebrated urns, are started, To stare upon the greatness of thy spirit; Wondring what new Martyr heaven has begot, To fill the times with truth, and ease their stories: Being all these, and excellent in beauty, (For noble things dwell in the noblest buildings) Thou hast undone thy husband, made him wretched, A miserable man, my Juliana, Thou hast made thy Virolet. Jul. Now goodness keep me; Oh! my dear Lord. Pand. She wrong you? what's the meaning? Weep not, but speak, I charge you on obedience; Your Father charges you, she make you miserable? That you your self confess. Vir. I do, that kils me; And far less I have spoke her than her merit. Jul. It is some sin of weakness, or of Ignorance? For sure my Will—— Vir. No, 'tis a sin of excellence: Forgive me heaven, that I prophane thy blessings: Sit still; I'll shew you all. [Exit Virolet. Pand. What means this madness? For sure there is no tast of right man in it; Grieves he our liberty, our preservation? Or has the greatness of the deed he has done, Made him forget, for whom, and how he did it, And looking down upon us, scorn the benefit? Well Virolet, if thou beest proud, or treacherous. Jul. He cannot Sir, he cannot; he will shew us, And with that reason ground his words.

Pand. He comes. What Masque is this? what admirable beauty? Pray heaven his heart be true. Jul. A goodly woman. Vir. Tell me my dear; and tell me without flattery, As you are nobly honest, speak the truth; What think you of this Lady? Jul. She is most excellent. Vir. Might not this beauty tell me it's a sweet one, Without more setting off, as now it is, Thanking no greater Mistress than meer nature, Stagger a constant heart? Pand. She is full of wonder; But yet; yet Virolet. Vir. Pray by your leave Sir! Jul. She would amaze. Vir. O! would she so? I thank you; Say to this beauty, she have all additions, Wealth, noble birth. Pand. O hold there. Vir. All virtues, A mind as full of candor as the truth is, I, and a loving Lady. Jul. She must needs (I am bound in conscience to confess) deserve much. Vir. Nay, say beyond all these, she be so pious, That even on slaves condemn'd she showre her benefits, And melt their stubborn Bolts with her soft pitty, What think you then? Pand. For such a noble office, At these years, I should dote my self; take heed boy. Jul. If you be he, that have receiv'd these blessings, And this the Lady: love her, honor her; You cannot do too much, to shew your gratitude, Your greatest service will shew off too slender. Vir. This is the Lady; Lady of that bounty, That wealth, that noble name, that all I spoke of: The Prince Ascanio and my self, the slaves Redeem'd, brought home, still guarded by her goodness, And of our liberties you tast the sweetness; Even you she has preserv'd too, lengthen'd your lives. Jul. And what reward do you purpose? it must be a main one If love will do it we'll all, so love her, serve her. Vir. It must be my love. Jul. Ha! Vir. Mine, my only love, My everlasting love! Pand. How? Vir. Pray have patience. The recompence she ask'd, and I have render'd, Was to become her husband: then I vowed it, And since I have made it good. Pand. Thou durst not. Vir. Done Sir. Jul. Be what you please, his happiness yet stays with me, You have been mine; oh my unhappy fortune. Pand. Nay, break and dye. Jul. It cannot yet: I must live, Till I see this man, blest in his new love, And then—— Pand. What hast thou done? thou base one tell me, Thou barren thing of honesty, and honor; What hast thou wrought? Is not this she, look on her, Look on her, with the eyes of gratitude, And wipe thy false tears off; Is not this she, That three times on the Rack, to guard thy safety, When thou stood'st lost, and naked to the Tyrant; Thy aged Father here, that shames to know thee, Ingag'd i'th' jaws of danger; was not this she, That then gave up her body to the torture? That tender body, that the wind sings through; And three times, when her sinews, crack'd and tortur'd, The beauties of her body turn'd to ruines; Even then, within her patient heart, she lock'd thee; Then hid thee from the Tyrant, then preserv'd thee, And canst thou be that slave? Martia. This was but duty, She did it for her Husband, and she ought it; She has had the pleasure of him, many an hour, And if one minutes pain cannot be suffer'd; Mine was above all these, a nobler venter, I speak it boldly, for I lost a Father. He has one still, I left my friends, he has many; Expos'd my life, and honor to a cruelty, That if it had seiz'd on me, racks and tortures, Alas, they are Triumphs to it: and had it hit, For this mans love, it should have shewed a triumph, Twise lost, I freed him; Rossana lost before him, His fortunes with him; and his friends behind him: Twise was I rack'd my self for his deliverance, In honor first and name, which was a torture The hang-man never heard of; next at Sea, In our escape, where the proud waves took pleasure To toss my little Boat up like a bubble, Then like a meteor in the ayr he hung, Then catch'd and flung him in the depth of darkness; The Cannon from my incensed Fathers Ship, Ringing our Knell, and still as we peep'd upward, Beating the raging surge, with fire and Bullet, And I stood fixt for this mans sake, and scorn'd it; Compare but this. Vir. 'Tis too true; O my fortune! That I must equally be bound to either. Jul. You have the better and the nobler Lady, And now I am forc'd, a lover of her goodness. And so far have you wrought for his deliverance, That is my Lord, so lovingly and nobly, That now methinks I stagger in my Title. But how with honesty? for I am a poor Lady, In all my dutious service but your shadow, Yet would be just; how with fair fame and credit, I may go off; I would not be a strumpet: O my dear Sir, you know: Vir. O truth, thou knowest too. Jul. Nor have the world suspect, I fell to mischief. Law. Take you no care for that, here's that has done it, A fair divorce, 'tis honest too. Pand. The devil, Honest? to put her off? Law. Most honest Sir, And in this point most strong. Pand. The cause, the cause Sir? Law. A just cause too. Pand. As any is in hell, Lawyer. Law. For barrenness, she never brought him children. Pand. Why art thou not divorc'd? thou canst not get 'em, Thy neighbors, thy rank neighbors: O base jugling, Is she not young? Jul. Women at more years Sir, Have met that blessing; 'tis in heavens high power. Law. You never can have any. Pand. Why quick Lawyer? My Philosophical Lawyer. Law. The Rack has spoil'd her The distentions of those parts, hath stopt all fruitfulness. Pand. O I could curse. Jul. And am I grown so miserable, That mine own pitty must make me wretched? No cause against me, but my love and duty? Farewell Sir, like obedience, thus I leave you, My long farewell: I do not grudge, I grive Sir, And if that be offensive, I can dye, And then you are fairly free: good Lady love him; You have a noble, and an honest Gentleman, I ever found him so, the world has spoke him, And let it be your part still to deserve him: Love him no less than I have done, and serve him, And heaven shall bless you; you shall bless my ashes; I give you up the house, the name of wife, Honor, and all respect I borrowed from him, And to my grave I turn: one farewell more, Nothing divide your Loves, not want of Children, Which I shall pray against, and make you fruitful; Grow like two equal flames, rise high and glorious, And in your honor'd age burn out together: To all I know, farewell. Ronver. Be not so griev'd Lady, A nobler fortune. Jul. Away thou parasite. Disturb not my sad thoughts, I hate thy greatness. Ron. I hate not you, I am glad she's off these hinges, Come, let's pursue. [Ex. Ronvere and Law. Pand. If I had breath to curse thee, Or could my great heart utter, farewell villain, Thy house, nor face agen. [Exit Pand. Mar. Let 'em all go. And now let us rejoyce, now freely take me, And now embrace me Virolet, give the rites Of a brave Husband to his love. Vir. I'll take my leave too. Mar. How take your leave too? Vir. The house is furnish'd for you, You are Mistress, may command. Mar. Will you to bed Sir? Vir. As soon to hell, to any thing I hate most; You must excuse me, I have kept my word. You are my Wife, you now enjoy my fortune. Which I have done to recompence your bounty: But to yield up those chast delights and pleasures, Which are not mine, but my first vowes. Mar. You jeast. Vir. You will not find it so, to give you those I have divorc'd, and lost with Juliana, And all fires of that nature— Mar. Are you a Husband? Vir. To question hers, and satisfie your flames, That held an equal beauty, equal bounty— Good heaven forgive; no, no, the strict forbearance, Of all those joys, like a full sacrifice, I offer to the sufferings of my first love, Honor, and wealth, attendance, state, all duty, Shall wait upon your will, to make you happy, But my afflicted mind, you must give leave Lady, My weary Trunk must wander. Mart. Not enjoy me? Go from me too? Vir. For ever thus I leave you; And how so e're I fare, live you still happy. [Exit Virol. Mar. Since I am scorn'd, I'll hate thee, scorn thy gifts too, Thou miserable fool, thou fool to pitty, And such a rude, demolisht thing, I'll leave thee, In my revenge: for foolish love, farewell now, And anger, and the spite of woman enter, That all the world shall say, that read this story, My hate, and not my love, begot my glory. [Exit Martia.

Sess. He that fears death, or tortures, let him leave me. The stops that we have met with, Crown our Conquest. Common attempts are fit for common men; The rare, the rarest spirits. Can we be daunted? We that have smil'd at Sea at certain ruines, Which men on shore but hazarded would shake at: We that have liv'd free, in despite of fortune, Laught at the out-stretch'd Arm of Tyranny, As still too short to reach us, shall we faint now? No my brave mates, I know your fiery temper, And that you can, and dare, as much as men: Calamity, that severs worldly friendships, Could ne'r divide us, you are still the same; The constant followers of my banisht fortunes; The Instruments of my revenge; the hands By which I work, and fashion all my projects. Mast. And such we will be ever. Gun. 'Slight Sir, Cramme me Into a Cannons mouth, and shoot me at Proud Ferrand's head: may only he fall with me, My life I rate at nothing. Boatsw. Could I but get, Within my swords length of him; and if then He scape me, may th' account of all his sins Be added unto mine. Mast. 'Tis not to dye Sir, But to dye unreveng'd, that staggers me: For were your ends serv'd, and our Countrey free, We would fall willing sacrifices. Sess. To rise up, Most glorious Martyrs. Boats. But the reason why We wear these shapes? Sess. Only to get access: Like honest men, we never shall approach him, Such are his fears, but thus attir'd like Switzers, And fashioning our language to our habits; Bold, bloody, desperate, we may be admitted Among his guard. But if this fail I'll try A thousand others, out-do Proteus In various shapes, but I will reach his heart, And seal my anger on't.

Mast. The Lord Ronvere. Boats. Shall we begin with him? Sess. He is not ripe yet, Nor fit to fall: as you see me begin, With all care Imitate. Gun. We are instructed. Boats. Would we were at it once. Ron. Keep a strict watch, And let the guards be doubled, this last night The King had fearful dreams. Sess. 'Tis a good Omen To our attempts. Ron. What men are these? what seek you? Sess. Imployment. Ron. Of what nature? Sess. We are Soldiers; We have seen Towns and Churches set on fire; The Kennels runing blood, Coy virgins ravish'd; The Altars ransack'd, and the holy reliques, Yea, and the Saints themselves, made lawful spoyls, Unto the Conquerors: but these good days are past, And we made Beggars, by this idle peace, For want of action. I am Sir no stranger To the Gover[n]ment of this state, I know the King Needs men, that only do what he commands, And search no farther: 'tis the profession Of all our Nation, to serve faithfully, Where th' are best payed: and if you entertain us, I do not know the thing you can command, Which we'll not put in act. Ron. A goodly Personage. Mast. And if you have an Enemy, or so That you would have dispatch'd. Gun. They are here, can fit you. Boats. Or if there be an Itch, though to a man. Sess. You shall tye Our consciences in your purse strings. Ron. Gentlemen, I like your freedome: I am now in hast, But wait for my return. I like the Rascals, They may be useful. Sess. We'll attend you Sir. Ron. Do, and be confident of entertainment; I hope you will deserve it. [Exit Ron. and Guard. Sess. O, no doubt Sir: Thus far we are prosperous; we'll be his guard; Till Tyranny and pride find full reward. [Exeunt.

Pand. My blessing? no; a Fathers heavy curse, Pursue, and overtake him. Jul. Gentle Sir. Pand. My name, and Family, end in my self Rather then live in him. Jul. Dear Sir forbear, A fathers curses, hit far off, and kill too, And like a murthering piece ayms not at one, But all that stand within the dangerous level. Some bullet may return upon your self too, Though against nature, if you still go on In this unnatural course. Pand. Thou art not made Of that same stuff as other women are: Thy injuries would teach patience to blaspheme, Yet still thou art a Dove. Jul. I know not malice, but like an innocent, suffer. Pand. More miraculous! I'll have a woman Chronicled, and for goodness, Which is the greatest wonder. Let me see, I have no Son to inherit after me; Him I disclaim. What then? I'll make thy vertues my sole heir; Thy story I'll have written, and in Gold too; In prose and verse, and by the ablest doers: A word or two of a kind step-father I'll have put in, good Kings and Queens shall buy it. And if the actions of ill great women, And of the modern times too, are remembred, That have undone their husbands and their families, What will our story do? It shall be so, And I will streight about it. [Exit Pand.

Jul. Such as love Goodness for glory, have it for reward; I love mine for it self: let innocence Be written on my Tomb, though ne're so humble, 'Tis all I am ambitious of. But I Forget my vows. Boy. 'Fore me you are not modest, Nor is this Courtlike. Would you take it well, If she should rudely press into your Closet, When from your several Boxes you choose paint, To make a this days face with? Jul. What's the matter? Boy. Pray know her pleasure first. Jul. To whom speak you Boy? Boy. Your Ladiships pardon. That proud Lady thief, That stole away my Lord from your embraces, (Wrinckles at two and twenty on her cheeks for't, Or Mercury unallayed, make blisters on it) Would force a visit. Jul. And dare you deny her, Or any else that I call mine? No more, Attend her with all reverence and respect; The want in you of manners, my Lord may Construe in me for malice. I will teach you How to esteem and love the beauty he dotes on; Prepare a Banquet.