Pand. He comes.
What Masque is this? what admirable beauty?
Pray heaven his heart be true.
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?
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?
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.
But yet; yet Virolet.
Vir. Pray by your leave Sir!
Jul. She would amaze.
Pand. O hold there.
Vir. All virtues,
A mind as full of candor as the truth is,
I, and a loving Lady.
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.
(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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
You have been mine; oh my unhappy fortune.
Pand. Nay, break and dye.
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?
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.
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.
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:
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.
A fair divorce, 'tis honest too.
Pand. The devil,
Honest? to put her off?
Honest? to put her off?
Law. Most honest Sir,
And in this point most strong.
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?
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.
Have met that blessing; 'tis in heavens high power.
Law. You never can have any.
Pand. Why quick Lawyer?
My Philosophical Lawyer.
My Philosophical Lawyer.
Law. The Rack has spoil'd her
The distentions of those parts, hath stopt all fruitfulness.
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.
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.
A nobler fortune.
Jul. Away thou parasite.
Disturb not my sad thoughts, I hate thy greatness.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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—
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.
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?
Go from me too?
Vir. For ever thus I leave you;
And how so e're I fare, live you still happy. [Exit Virol.
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.
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.
Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Sess. Boatswaine, Master, Gunner.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Most glorious Martyrs.
Boats. But the reason why
We wear these shapes?
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.
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.
Enter Ronvere and the Guard.
Mast. The Lord Ronvere.
Boats. Shall we begin with him?
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.
And let the guards be doubled, this last night
The King had fearful dreams.
Sess. 'Tis a good Omen
To our attempts.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sess. O, no doubt Sir:
Thus far we are prosperous; we'll be his guard;
Till Tyranny and pride find full reward. [Exeunt.
Thus far we are prosperous; we'll be his guard;
Till Tyranny and pride find full reward. [Exeunt.
Enter Pandulfo, and Juliana.
Pand. My blessing? no; a Fathers heavy curse,
Pursue, and overtake him.
Pursue, and overtake him.
Jul. Gentle Sir.
Pand. My name, and Family, end in my self
Rather then live in him.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Enter Boy.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
Enter Martia and Boy.
Madam, thus my duty
Stoops to the favor you vouchsafe your servant,
In honouring her house.
Stoops to the favor you vouchsafe your servant,
In honouring her house.
Mart. Is this in scorn?
Jul. No by the life of Virolet: give me leave
To swear by him, as by a Saint I worship,
But am to know no farther, my heart speaks that
My servants have been rude, and this boy (doting
Upon my sorrows) hath forgot his duty:
In which, that you may think I have no share,
Sirra, upon your knees, desire her pardon.
To swear by him, as by a Saint I worship,
But am to know no farther, my heart speaks that
My servants have been rude, and this boy (doting
Upon my sorrows) hath forgot his duty:
In which, that you may think I have no share,
Sirra, upon your knees, desire her pardon.
Boy. I dare not disobey you.
Mart. Prethee rise,
My anger never looks so low: I thank you.
And will deserve it, if we may be private,
I came to see and speak with you.
My anger never looks so low: I thank you.
And will deserve it, if we may be private,
I came to see and speak with you.
Jul. Be gone. [Exit Boy.
Good Madam sit.
Good Madam sit.
Mart. I rob you of your place then.
Jul. You have deserv'd a better, in my bed;
Make use of this too: Now your pleasure Lady.
If in your breast there be a worthy pitty,
That brings you for my comfort, you do nobly:
But if you come to triumph in your conquest,
Or tread on my calamities, 'twill wrong
Your other excellencies. Let it suffice,
That you alone enjoy the best of men,
And that I am forsaken.
Make use of this too: Now your pleasure Lady.
If in your breast there be a worthy pitty,
That brings you for my comfort, you do nobly:
But if you come to triumph in your conquest,
Or tread on my calamities, 'twill wrong
Your other excellencies. Let it suffice,
That you alone enjoy the best of men,
And that I am forsaken.
Mart. He the best?
The scum and shame of mankind.
The scum and shame of mankind.
Jul. Virolet, Lady?
Mart. Blest in him? I would my youth had chosen
Consuming feavers, bed-rid age
For my companions, rather then a thing
To lay whose baseness open, would even poyson
The tongue that speaks it.
Consuming feavers, bed-rid age
For my companions, rather then a thing
To lay whose baseness open, would even poyson
The tongue that speaks it.
Jul. Certainly from you
At no part he deserves this; and I tell you,
Durst I pretend but the least title to him,
I should not hear this.
At no part he deserves this; and I tell you,
Durst I pretend but the least title to him,
I should not hear this.
Mart. He's an impudent villain,
Or a malicious wretch: to you ungrateful;
To me beyond expression barbarous.
I more then hate him; from you he deserves
A death most horrid: from me, to dye for ever,
And know no end of torments. Would you have comfort?
Would you wash off the stain that sticks upon you,
In being refus'd? Would you redeem your fame,
Shipwrack'd in his base wrongs? if you desire this,
It is not to be done with slavish suffering,
But by a Noble anger, making way
To a most brave revenge, we may call justice;
Our injuries are equal; joyn with me then,
And share the honor.
Or a malicious wretch: to you ungrateful;
To me beyond expression barbarous.
I more then hate him; from you he deserves
A death most horrid: from me, to dye for ever,
And know no end of torments. Would you have comfort?
Would you wash off the stain that sticks upon you,
In being refus'd? Would you redeem your fame,
Shipwrack'd in his base wrongs? if you desire this,
It is not to be done with slavish suffering,
But by a Noble anger, making way
To a most brave revenge, we may call justice;
Our injuries are equal; joyn with me then,
And share the honor.
Jul. I scarce understand you,
And know I shall be most unapt to learn
To hate the man I still must love and honor.
And know I shall be most unapt to learn
To hate the man I still must love and honor.
Mar. This foolish dotage in soft-hearted women,
Makes proud men insolent: but take your way,
I'll run another course.
Makes proud men insolent: but take your way,
I'll run another course.
Jul. As you are noble,
Deliver his offence.
Deliver his offence.
Mart. He has denied
The rites due to a wife.
The rites due to a wife.
Jul. O me most happy,
How largely am I payd for all my sufferings!
Most honest Virolet, thou just performer
Of all thy promises: I call to mind now,
When I was happy in those joys you speak of,
In a chast bed, and warranted by Law too,
He oft would swear, that if he should survive me,
(Which then I knew he wisht not) never woman
Should tast of his embraces; this one act
Makes me again his debtor.
How largely am I payd for all my sufferings!
Most honest Virolet, thou just performer
Of all thy promises: I call to mind now,
When I was happy in those joys you speak of,
In a chast bed, and warranted by Law too,
He oft would swear, that if he should survive me,
(Which then I knew he wisht not) never woman
Should tast of his embraces; this one act
Makes me again his debtor.
Mart. And was this
The cause my youth and beauty were contemn'd?
If I sit down here! wel——
The cause my youth and beauty were contemn'd?
If I sit down here! wel——
Jul. I dare thy worst,
Plot what thou canst, my piety shall guard him
Against thy malice. Leave my house and quickly,
Thou wilt infect these innocent walls. By virtue
I will inform him of thy bloody purpose,
And turn it on thine own accursed head;
Believ't I will. [Exit Juliana.
Plot what thou canst, my piety shall guard him
Against thy malice. Leave my house and quickly,
Thou wilt infect these innocent walls. By virtue
I will inform him of thy bloody purpose,
And turn it on thine own accursed head;
Believ't I will. [Exit Juliana.
Mart. But 'tis not in thy power
To hinder what I have decreed against him.
I'll set my self to sale, and live a strumpet;
Forget my birth, my father, and his honor,
Rather then want an instrument to help me
In my revenge. The Captain of the guard;
Blest opportunity courts me.
To hinder what I have decreed against him.
I'll set my self to sale, and live a strumpet;
Forget my birth, my father, and his honor,
Rather then want an instrument to help me
In my revenge. The Captain of the guard;
Blest opportunity courts me.
Enter Ronvere.
Ron. Sad and troubled?
How brave her anger shews! how it sets off
Her natural beauty! under what happy star
Was Virolet born, to be belov'd and sought to,
By two incomparable women? noblest Lady,
I have heard your wrongs and pitty them: and if
The service of my life could give me hope
To gain your favor, I should be most proud
To be commanded.
How brave her anger shews! how it sets off
Her natural beauty! under what happy star
Was Virolet born, to be belov'd and sought to,
By two incomparable women? noblest Lady,
I have heard your wrongs and pitty them: and if
The service of my life could give me hope
To gain your favor, I should be most proud
To be commanded.
Mart. 'Tis in you, my Lord,
To make me your glad servant.
To make me your glad servant.
Ron. Name the means.
Mar. 'Tis not preferment, Jewels, Gold, or Courtship.
He that desires to reap the harvest of
My youth and beauty, must begin in blood,
And right my wrongs.
He that desires to reap the harvest of
My youth and beauty, must begin in blood,
And right my wrongs.
Ron. I apprehend you Madam,
And rest assured 'tis done; I am provided
Of instruments to fit you: To the King,
I'll instantly present you; if I fail,
He shall make good your ayms: he's less then man,
That to atchieve your favor, would not do
Deeds, fiends would fear to put their agents to. [Exeunt.
And rest assured 'tis done; I am provided
Of instruments to fit you: To the King,
I'll instantly present you; if I fail,
He shall make good your ayms: he's less then man,
That to atchieve your favor, would not do
Deeds, fiends would fear to put their agents to. [Exeunt.
Enter Virolet Reading.
Vir. Quod invitus facis, non est scelus. 'Tis an axiome,
Now whether willingly I have departed
With that I lov'd: with that, above her life
Lov'd me again, crownd me a happy husband,
Was full of children: her afflictions,
That I begot, that when our age must perish,
And all our painted frailties turn'd to ashes,
Then shall they stand and prop[a]gate our honors.
Whether this done, and taking to protection
A new strange beauty, it was a useful one:
How to my lust? if it be so, I am sinful;
And guilty of that crime I would fling from me.
Was there not in it this fair course of virtue?
This pious course, to save my friends, my Countrey,
That even then had put on a mourning garment,
And wept the desolation of her children?
Her noblest children? Did not she thrust me on,
And to my duty clapt the spur of honor?
Was there a way, without this woman, left me
To bring 'em off? the marrying of this woman?
If not, why am I stung thus? why tormented?
Or had there been a wild desire joyn'd with it,
How easily, both these, and all their beauties
Might I have made mine own! why am I toucht thus,
Having perform'd the great redemption,
Both of my friends and family? fairly done it?
Without base and lascivious ends; O Heaven,
Why am I still at War thus? why this a mischief,
That honesty and honor had propounded,
I, and absolv'd my tender will, and chid me,
Nay then unwillingly flung me on?
Now whether willingly I have departed
With that I lov'd: with that, above her life
Lov'd me again, crownd me a happy husband,
Was full of children: her afflictions,
That I begot, that when our age must perish,
And all our painted frailties turn'd to ashes,
Then shall they stand and prop[a]gate our honors.
Whether this done, and taking to protection
A new strange beauty, it was a useful one:
How to my lust? if it be so, I am sinful;
And guilty of that crime I would fling from me.
Was there not in it this fair course of virtue?
This pious course, to save my friends, my Countrey,
That even then had put on a mourning garment,
And wept the desolation of her children?
Her noblest children? Did not she thrust me on,
And to my duty clapt the spur of honor?
Was there a way, without this woman, left me
To bring 'em off? the marrying of this woman?
If not, why am I stung thus? why tormented?
Or had there been a wild desire joyn'd with it,
How easily, both these, and all their beauties
Might I have made mine own! why am I toucht thus,
Having perform'd the great redemption,
Both of my friends and family? fairly done it?
Without base and lascivious ends; O Heaven,
Why am I still at War thus? why this a mischief,
That honesty and honor had propounded,
I, and absolv'd my tender will, and chid me,
Nay then unwillingly flung me on?
Enter Juliana and the Boy.
Boy. He's here Madam;
This is the melancholly walk he lives in,
And chooses ever to increase his sadness.
This is the melancholly walk he lives in,
And chooses ever to increase his sadness.
Jul. Stand by.
Vir. 'Tis she: how I shake now and tremble!
The virtues of that mind are torments to me.
The virtues of that mind are torments to me.
Jul. Sir, if my hated face shall stir your anger,
Or this forbidden path I tread in vex you;
My love, and fair obedience left behind me,
Your pardon asked, I shall return and bless you.
Or this forbidden path I tread in vex you;
My love, and fair obedience left behind me,
Your pardon asked, I shall return and bless you.
Vir. Pray stay a little, I delight to see you;
May not we yet, though fortune have divided us,
And set an envious stop between our pleasures,
Look thus one at another? sigh and weep thus?
And read in one anothers eyes, the Legends,
And wonders of our old loves? be not fearful,
Though you be now a Saint, I may adore you:
May I not take this hand, and on it sacrifice
The sorrows of my heart? white seal of virtue.
May not we yet, though fortune have divided us,
And set an envious stop between our pleasures,
Look thus one at another? sigh and weep thus?
And read in one anothers eyes, the Legends,
And wonders of our old loves? be not fearful,
Though you be now a Saint, I may adore you:
May I not take this hand, and on it sacrifice
The sorrows of my heart? white seal of virtue.
Jul. My Lord, you wrong your wedlock.
Vir. Were she here,
And with her all severe eyes to behold us,
We might do this; I might name Juliana,
And to the reverence of that name, bow thus:
I might sigh Juliana she was mine once;
But I too weak a guard for that great treasure——
And whilst she has a name, believe me Lady,
This broken heart shall never want a sorrow.
And with her all severe eyes to behold us,
We might do this; I might name Juliana,
And to the reverence of that name, bow thus:
I might sigh Juliana she was mine once;
But I too weak a guard for that great treasure——
And whilst she has a name, believe me Lady,
This broken heart shall never want a sorrow.
Jul. Forget her sir, your honor now commands you
You are anothers, keep those griefs for her,
She richly can reward 'em. I would have spoken with you.
You are anothers, keep those griefs for her,
She richly can reward 'em. I would have spoken with you.
Vir. What is your will? for nothing you can ask,
So full of goodness are your words and meanings,
Must be denied: speak boldly.
So full of goodness are your words and meanings,
Must be denied: speak boldly.
Jul. I thank you sir. I come not
To beg, or flatter, only to be believ'd,
That I desire: for I shall tell a story,
So far from seeming truth, yet a most true one;
So horrible in nature, and so horrid;
So beyond wickedness, that when you hear it,
It must appear the practice of another,
The cast and malice of some one you have wrong'd much,
And me, you may imagine me accuse too,
Unless you call to mind my daily sufferings;
The infinite obedience I have born you,
That hates all name and nature of revenge.
My love, that nothing but my death can sever,
Rather than hers I speak of.
To beg, or flatter, only to be believ'd,
That I desire: for I shall tell a story,
So far from seeming truth, yet a most true one;
So horrible in nature, and so horrid;
So beyond wickedness, that when you hear it,
It must appear the practice of another,
The cast and malice of some one you have wrong'd much,
And me, you may imagine me accuse too,
Unless you call to mind my daily sufferings;
The infinite obedience I have born you,
That hates all name and nature of revenge.
My love, that nothing but my death can sever,
Rather than hers I speak of.
Vir. Juliana,
To make a doubt of what you shall deliver,
After my full experience of your virtues,
Were to distrust a providence; to think you can lie,
Or being wrong'd, seek after foul repairings,
To forge a Creed against my faith.
To make a doubt of what you shall deliver,
After my full experience of your virtues,
Were to distrust a providence; to think you can lie,
Or being wrong'd, seek after foul repairings,
To forge a Creed against my faith.
Jul. I must do so, for it concerns your life Sir;
And if that word may stir you, hear and prosper:
I should be dumb else, were not you at stake here.
And if that word may stir you, hear and prosper:
I should be dumb else, were not you at stake here.
Vir. What new friend have I found, that dares deliver
This loaden trunk from his afflictions?
What pittying hand, of all that feels my miseries,
Brings such a benefit?
This loaden trunk from his afflictions?
What pittying hand, of all that feels my miseries,
Brings such a benefit?
Jul. Be wise and manly,
And with your honor fall, when Heaven shall call you,
Not by a hellish mischief.
And with your honor fall, when Heaven shall call you,
Not by a hellish mischief.
Vir. Speak my blest one,
How weak and poor I am, now she is from me!
How weak and poor I am, now she is from me!
Jul. Your wife.
Viro. How's that?
Jul. Your wife.
Vir. Be tender of her, I shall believe else——
Jul. I must be true; your ear, sir;
For 'tis so horrible, if the ayr catch it,
Into a thousand plagues, a thousand monsters,
It will disperse it self, and fright resistance. [Whispers.
For 'tis so horrible, if the ayr catch it,
Into a thousand plagues, a thousand monsters,
It will disperse it self, and fright resistance. [Whispers.
Viro. She seek my life with you? make you her agent?
Another love? O speak but truth.
Another love? O speak but truth.
Jul. Be patient,
Dear as I love you, else I leave you wretched.
Dear as I love you, else I leave you wretched.
Vir. Forward, 'tis well, it shall be welcome to me;
I have liv'd too long, numbred too many days,
Yet never found the benefit of living;
Now when I come to reap it with my service,
And hunt for that my youth and honor aims at,
The Sun sets on my fortune red and bloody,
And everlasting night begins to close me,
'Tis time to dye.
I have liv'd too long, numbred too many days,
Yet never found the benefit of living;
Now when I come to reap it with my service,
And hunt for that my youth and honor aims at,
The Sun sets on my fortune red and bloody,
And everlasting night begins to close me,
'Tis time to dye.
Enter Martia and Ronvere.
Jul. She comes her self.
Ron. Believe Lady,
And on this Angel hand, your servant seals it,
You shall be Mistriss of your whole desires,
And what ye shall command.
And on this Angel hand, your servant seals it,
You shall be Mistriss of your whole desires,
And what ye shall command.
Mart. Ha mynion,
My precious Dame, are you there? nay go forward,
Make your complaints, and pour out your fain'd pitties,
Slave, like to him you serve: I am the same still,
And what I purpose, let the world take witness,
Shall be so finisht, and to such example,
Spite of your poor preventions, my dear Gentleman,
My honorable man, are you there too?
You and your hot desire? your mercy Sir,
I had forgot your greatness.
My precious Dame, are you there? nay go forward,
Make your complaints, and pour out your fain'd pitties,
Slave, like to him you serve: I am the same still,
And what I purpose, let the world take witness,
Shall be so finisht, and to such example,
Spite of your poor preventions, my dear Gentleman,
My honorable man, are you there too?
You and your hot desire? your mercy Sir,
I had forgot your greatness.
Jul. 'Tis not well Lady.
Mart. Lord, how I hate this fellow now; how desperately
My stomach stands against him; this base fellow,
This gelded fool!
My stomach stands against him; this base fellow,
This gelded fool!
Jul. Did you never hear of modesty?
Mart. Yes, when I heard of you and so believ'd it,
Thou bloodless, brainless fool.
Thou bloodless, brainless fool.
Vir. How?
Mart. Thou despised fool,
Thou only sign of man, how I contemn thee!
Thou woven worthy in a piece of Arras,
Fit only to enjoy a wall; thou beast
Beaten to use; Have I preserv'd a beauty,
A youth, a love, to have my wishes blasted?
My dotings, and the joys I came to offer,
Must they be lost, and sleighted by a dormouse?
Thou only sign of man, how I contemn thee!
Thou woven worthy in a piece of Arras,
Fit only to enjoy a wall; thou beast
Beaten to use; Have I preserv'd a beauty,
A youth, a love, to have my wishes blasted?
My dotings, and the joys I came to offer,
Must they be lost, and sleighted by a dormouse?
J[u]l. Use more respect; and woman, 'twill become you;
At least, less tongue.
At least, less tongue.
Mart. I'll use all violence,
Let him look for't.
Let him look for't.
Jul. Dare you stain those beauties,
Those heavenly stamps, that raise men up to wonder,
With harsh and crooked motions? are you she
That overdid all ages, with your honor;
And in a little hour dare loose this triumph?
Is not this man your husband?
Those heavenly stamps, that raise men up to wonder,
With harsh and crooked motions? are you she
That overdid all ages, with your honor;
And in a little hour dare loose this triumph?
Is not this man your husband?
Mart. He's my halter;
Which (having sued my pardon) I fling off thus,
And with him all I brought him, but my anger;
Which I will nourish to the desolation,
Not only of his folly, but his friends,
And his whole name.
Which (having sued my pardon) I fling off thus,
And with him all I brought him, but my anger;
Which I will nourish to the desolation,
Not only of his folly, but his friends,
And his whole name.
Vir. 'Tis well, I have deserved it.
And if I were a woman, I would rail too.
And if I were a woman, I would rail too.
Mart. Nature nere promised thee a thing so noble.
Take back your love, your vow, I give it freely;
I poorly scorn it; graze now where you please:
That that the dulness of thy soul neglected,
Kings sue for now. And mark me, Virolet,
Thou image of a man, observe my words well.
At such a bloody rate I'll sell this beauty,
This handsomness thou scornst and flingst away,
Thy proud ungrateful life shall shake at: take your house,
The petty things you left me give another;
And last, take home your trinket: fare you well, Sir.
Take back your love, your vow, I give it freely;
I poorly scorn it; graze now where you please:
That that the dulness of thy soul neglected,
Kings sue for now. And mark me, Virolet,
Thou image of a man, observe my words well.
At such a bloody rate I'll sell this beauty,
This handsomness thou scornst and flingst away,
Thy proud ungrateful life shall shake at: take your house,
The petty things you left me give another;
And last, take home your trinket: fare you well, Sir.
Ron. You have spoke like your self;
Y'are a brave Lady. [Exeunt Ronvere and Martia.
Y'are a brave Lady. [Exeunt Ronvere and Martia.
Jul. Why do you smile, Sir?
Vir. O my Juliana,
The happiness this womans scorn has given me,
Makes me a man again; proclaims it self,
In such a general joy, through all my miseries,
That now methinks—
The happiness this womans scorn has given me,
Makes me a man again; proclaims it self,
In such a general joy, through all my miseries,
That now methinks—
Jul. Look to your self dear Sir,
And trifle not with danger that attends you;
Be joyful when y'are free.
And trifle not with danger that attends you;
Be joyful when y'are free.
Vir. Did you not hear her?
She gave me back my vow, my love, my freedom;
I am free, free as air; and though to morrow
Her bloody will meet with my life, and sink it,
And in her execution tear me piecemeal:
Yet have I time once more to meet my wishes,
Once more to embrace my best, my noblest, truest;
And time that's warranted.
She gave me back my vow, my love, my freedom;
I am free, free as air; and though to morrow
Her bloody will meet with my life, and sink it,
And in her execution tear me piecemeal:
Yet have I time once more to meet my wishes,
Once more to embrace my best, my noblest, truest;
And time that's warranted.
Jul. Good Sir, forbear it:
Though I confess, equal with your desires
My wishes rise, as covetous of your love,
And to as warm alarums spur my will to:
Yet pardon me, the Seal o'th' Church dividing us,
And hanging like a threatning flame between us,
We must not meet, I dare not.
Though I confess, equal with your desires
My wishes rise, as covetous of your love,
And to as warm alarums spur my will to:
Yet pardon me, the Seal o'th' Church dividing us,
And hanging like a threatning flame between us,
We must not meet, I dare not.
Vir. That poor disjoynting
That only strong necessity thrust on you,
Not crime, nor studied cause of mine: how sweetly,
And nobly I will bind again and cherish;
How I will recompence one dear imbrace now,
One free affection! how I burn to meet it!
Look now upon me.
That only strong necessity thrust on you,
Not crime, nor studied cause of mine: how sweetly,
And nobly I will bind again and cherish;
How I will recompence one dear imbrace now,
One free affection! how I burn to meet it!
Look now upon me.
Jul. I behold you willingly,
And willingly would yield, but for my credit.
The love you first had was preserv'd with honor,
The last shall not cry whore; you shall not purchase
From me a pleasure, that have equally
Lov'd your fair fame as you, at such a rate:
Your honesty and virtue must be bankrupt,
If I had lov'd your lust, and not your lustre;
The glorious lustre of your matchless goodness,
I would compel you now to be!—forgive me,
Forgive me Sir, how fondly still I love you!
Yet nobly too; make the way straight before me,
And let but holy Hymen once more guide me,
Under the Ax upon the Rack again,
Even in the bed of all afflictions,
Where nothing sings our Nuptials but dire sorrows,
With all my youth and pleasure I'll imbrace you,
Make Tyranny and death stand still affrighted,
And at our meeting souls amaze our mischiefs;
Till when, high heaven defend you, and peace guide you.
Be wise and manly, make your fate your own,
By being master of a providence,
That may controle it.
And willingly would yield, but for my credit.
The love you first had was preserv'd with honor,
The last shall not cry whore; you shall not purchase
From me a pleasure, that have equally
Lov'd your fair fame as you, at such a rate:
Your honesty and virtue must be bankrupt,
If I had lov'd your lust, and not your lustre;
The glorious lustre of your matchless goodness,
I would compel you now to be!—forgive me,
Forgive me Sir, how fondly still I love you!
Yet nobly too; make the way straight before me,
And let but holy Hymen once more guide me,
Under the Ax upon the Rack again,
Even in the bed of all afflictions,
Where nothing sings our Nuptials but dire sorrows,
With all my youth and pleasure I'll imbrace you,
Make Tyranny and death stand still affrighted,
And at our meeting souls amaze our mischiefs;
Till when, high heaven defend you, and peace guide you.
Be wise and manly, make your fate your own,
By being master of a providence,
That may controle it.
Vir. Stay a little with me,
My thoughts have chid themselves: may I not kiss you?
Upon my truth I am honest.
My thoughts have chid themselves: may I not kiss you?
Upon my truth I am honest.
Jul. I believe ye;
But yet what that may raise in both our fancies,
What issues such warm parents breed.
But yet what that may raise in both our fancies,
What issues such warm parents breed.
Vir. I obey you,
And take my leave as from the Saint that keeps me.
I will be right again, and once more happy
In thy unimitable love.
And take my leave as from the Saint that keeps me.
I will be right again, and once more happy
In thy unimitable love.
Jul. I'll pray for ye,
And when you fall I have not long to follow. [Exeunt.
And when you fall I have not long to follow. [Exeunt.
Enter Sesse, Master, Boteswain, and Gunner, at one door, Martia and Ronvere, at another.