Nor. Doctor, I will see the Combat, that's the truth on't
If I had never a leg, I would crawl to see it.
If I had never a leg, I would crawl to see it.
Doct. You are most unfit, if I might counsel ye,
Your wounds so many, and the air—
Your wounds so many, and the air—
Nor. The Halter;
The air's as good an air, as fine an air;
Wouldst thou have me live in an Oven?
The air's as good an air, as fine an air;
Wouldst thou have me live in an Oven?
Doct. Beside the noise, Sir:
Which to a tender body.
Which to a tender body.
Nor. That's it, Doctor,
My body must be cur'd withal: if you'll heal me quickly,
Boil a Drum-head in my broth: I never prosper,
With knuckles o' Veal, and birds in Sorrel sops,
Cawdles, and Cullysses; they wash me away
Like a horse had eaten grains: if thou wilt cure me,
A pickled herring, and a pottle of Sack: Doctor,
And half a dozen Trumpets.
My body must be cur'd withal: if you'll heal me quickly,
Boil a Drum-head in my broth: I never prosper,
With knuckles o' Veal, and birds in Sorrel sops,
Cawdles, and Cullysses; they wash me away
Like a horse had eaten grains: if thou wilt cure me,
A pickled herring, and a pottle of Sack: Doctor,
And half a dozen Trumpets.
Doct. Y' are a strange Gentleman.
Nor. As e'r thou knew'st: wilt thou give me another glister
That I may sit cleanly there like a French Lady,
When she goes to a Mask at Court? where's thy hoboy?
That I may sit cleanly there like a French Lady,
When she goes to a Mask at Court? where's thy hoboy?
Doct. I am glad ye are grown so merry.
Nor. Welcome Gent[l]emen.
Enter Astor., and Castr.
Ast. We come to see you, Sir; and glad we are
To see you thus, thus forward to your health, Sir.
To see you thus, thus forward to your health, Sir.
Nor. I thank my Doctor here.
Doct. Nay, thank your self, Sir,
For by my troth, I know not how he's cur'd,
He ne'r observes any of our prescriptions.
For by my troth, I know not how he's cur'd,
He ne'r observes any of our prescriptions.
Nor. Give me my Money again then, good sweet Doctor,
Wilt thou have twenty shillings a day for vexing me.
Wilt thou have twenty shillings a day for vexing me.
Doct. That shall not serve ye Sir; [Drums afar off. A low March.
Nor. Th[e]n forty shall Sir,
And that will make ye speak well: hark the Drums.
And that will make ye speak well: hark the Drums.
Cast. They begin to beat to th' field: Oh noble Dane,
Never was such a stake, I hope of innocence
Plaid for in Malta, and in bloud before.
Never was such a stake, I hope of innocence
Plaid for in Malta, and in bloud before.
Ast. It makes us hang our heads all.
Nor. A bold villain:
If there be treason in it: accuse poor Ladies?
And yet they may do mischief too: I'll be with ye:
If she be innocent, I shall find it quickly,
And something then I'll say.
If there be treason in it: accuse poor Ladies?
And yet they may do mischief too: I'll be with ye:
If she be innocent, I shall find it quickly,
And something then I'll say.
Ast. Come, lean on us, Sir.
Nor. I thank ye Gentlemen: and Domine Doctor,
Pray bring a little sneezing powder in your pocket,
For fear I sound when I see [bloud].
Pray bring a little sneezing powder in your pocket,
For fear I sound when I see [bloud].
Doct. You are pleasant. [Exeunt.
Scæna Quinta.
Enter two Marshals.
1. Are the Combatants come in? [The Scaffold set out, and the stairs.
2. Yes.
1. Make the field clear there.
2. That's done too.
1. Then to the prisoner: the grand Master's coming,
Let's see that all be ready there.
Let's see that all be ready there.
2. Too ready.
How ceremonious our very ends are!
Alas, sweet Lady,
If she be innocent, [Florish.
No doubt but justice will direct her Champion
Away: I hear 'em come:
How ceremonious our very ends are!
Alas, sweet Lady,
If she be innocent, [Florish.
No doubt but justice will direct her Champion
Away: I hear 'em come:
1. Pray heaven she prosper.
Enter Valetta, Norandine, Astor., Castriot, &c.
Val. Give Captain Norandine a chair.
Nor. I thank your Lordship.
Val. Sit Sir, and take your ease: your hurts require it
You come to see a womans cause decided
That's all the knowledge now, or name I have for her:
They say a false, a base, and treacherous woman,
And partly prov'd too.
You come to see a womans cause decided
That's all the knowledge now, or name I have for her:
They say a false, a base, and treacherous woman,
And partly prov'd too.
Nor. Pity it should be so:
And if your Lordship durst ask my opinion,
Sure, I should answer no, so much I honor her:
And answer't with my life too: But Gomera
Is a brave Gentleman; the other valiant,
And if he be not good, dogs gnaw his flesh off,
And one above 'em both will find the truth out.
He never fails, Sir.
And if your Lordship durst ask my opinion,
Sure, I should answer no, so much I honor her:
And answer't with my life too: But Gomera
Is a brave Gentleman; the other valiant,
And if he be not good, dogs gnaw his flesh off,
And one above 'em both will find the truth out.
He never fails, Sir.
Val. That's the hope rests with me.
Nor. How nature and his honor struggle in him!
A sweet, clear, noble Gentleman. [Within, make room there.
A sweet, clear, noble Gentleman. [Within, make room there.
Guard. Make room there.
Val. Go up, and what you have to say, say there.
Enter Oriana, Ladies, Executioner, Abdella, and Guard.
Ori. Thus I ascend: nearer I hope to heaven,
Nor doe I fear to tread this dark black Mansion:
The Image of my grave, each foot we move,
Goes to it still: each hour we leave behind us,
Knols sadly toward it: My noble Brother
For yet mine innocence dares call ye so,
And you the friends to virtue, that come hither,
The Chorus to this Tragick Scæne, behold me,
Behold me with your Justice, not with Pity,
(My cause was ne'r so poor to ask compassion,)
Behold me in this spotless White I wear,
The Emblem of my life, of all my actions,
So ye shall find my story, though I perish:
Behold me in my Sex, I am no Soldier,
Tender, and full of fears our blushing Sex is,
Unhardned with relentless thoughts; unhatcht
With bloud, and bloudy practice: alas we tremble;
But when an angry dream afflicts our fancies,
Die with a tale well told: had I been practis'd,
And known the way of mischief, travell'd in it
And given my bloud; and honor up to reach it,
Forgot Religion, and the line I sprung on,
Oh heaven, I had been fit then for thy justice,
And then in black, as dark as Hell, I had howl'd here.
Last, in your own opinions weigh mine innocence,
Amongst ye I was planted from an Infant
(Would then, if heaven had so been pleas'd, I had perish'd)
Grew up, and goodly, ready to bear fruit,
The honourable fruit of marriage:
And am I blasted in my bud with Treason?
Boldly, and basely of my fair name ravish'd,
And hither brought to find my rest in ruine?
But he that knows all, he that rights all wrongs,
And in his time restores, knows me: I have spoken.
Nor doe I fear to tread this dark black Mansion:
The Image of my grave, each foot we move,
Goes to it still: each hour we leave behind us,
Knols sadly toward it: My noble Brother
For yet mine innocence dares call ye so,
And you the friends to virtue, that come hither,
The Chorus to this Tragick Scæne, behold me,
Behold me with your Justice, not with Pity,
(My cause was ne'r so poor to ask compassion,)
Behold me in this spotless White I wear,
The Emblem of my life, of all my actions,
So ye shall find my story, though I perish:
Behold me in my Sex, I am no Soldier,
Tender, and full of fears our blushing Sex is,
Unhardned with relentless thoughts; unhatcht
With bloud, and bloudy practice: alas we tremble;
But when an angry dream afflicts our fancies,
Die with a tale well told: had I been practis'd,
And known the way of mischief, travell'd in it
And given my bloud; and honor up to reach it,
Forgot Religion, and the line I sprung on,
Oh heaven, I had been fit then for thy justice,
And then in black, as dark as Hell, I had howl'd here.
Last, in your own opinions weigh mine innocence,
Amongst ye I was planted from an Infant
(Would then, if heaven had so been pleas'd, I had perish'd)
Grew up, and goodly, ready to bear fruit,
The honourable fruit of marriage:
And am I blasted in my bud with Treason?
Boldly, and basely of my fair name ravish'd,
And hither brought to find my rest in ruine?
But he that knows all, he that rights all wrongs,
And in his time restores, knows me: I have spoken.
Val. If ye be innocent, heaven will protect ye,
And so I leave ye to his Sword strikes for ye,
Farewell.
And so I leave ye to his Sword strikes for ye,
Farewell.
Ori. Oh that went deep, farewel deer brother,
And howsoe'r my cause goes, see my body
(Upon my knees I ask it) buried chastely;
For yet, by holy truth, it never trespass'd.
And howsoe'r my cause goes, see my body
(Upon my knees I ask it) buried chastely;
For yet, by holy truth, it never trespass'd.
Ast. Justice sit on your cause; and heaven fight for ye.
Nor. Two of ye Gentlemen, do me but the honor
To lead me to her: good my Lord, your leave too:
To lead me to her: good my Lord, your leave too:
Val. You have it Sir.
Nor. Give me your fair hands fearless,
As white as this I see your Innocence,
As spotless, and as pure: be not afraid Lady,
You are but here brought to your nobler fortune,
To add unto your life immortal story:
Vertue, through hardest things arrives at happiness,
Shame follow that blunt sword that looses you:
And he that strikes against you: I shall study
A curse or two for him: once more your fair hands,
I never brought ill luck yet; be fearless happy.
As white as this I see your Innocence,
As spotless, and as pure: be not afraid Lady,
You are but here brought to your nobler fortune,
To add unto your life immortal story:
Vertue, through hardest things arrives at happiness,
Shame follow that blunt sword that looses you:
And he that strikes against you: I shall study
A curse or two for him: once more your fair hands,
I never brought ill luck yet; be fearless happy.
Ori. I thank ye, noble Captain.
Nor. So I leave ye.
Val. Call in the Knights severally.
Enter severally Gomera and Miranda.
Val. Speak quickly, and speak short.
Ori. I have not much Sir.
Noble Gomera, from your own free virtue,
You have undertaken here a poor Maids honor.
And with the hazard of your life: and happily
You may suspect the cause, though in your true worth
You will not shew it, therefore take this testimony
(And as I hope for happiness, a true one)
And may it steel your heart, and edge your good sword,
Ye fight for her, as spotless of these mischiefs,
As heaven is of our sins, or truth of errors,
And so defie that treacherous man, and prosper.
Noble Gomera, from your own free virtue,
You have undertaken here a poor Maids honor.
And with the hazard of your life: and happily
You may suspect the cause, though in your true worth
You will not shew it, therefore take this testimony
(And as I hope for happiness, a true one)
And may it steel your heart, and edge your good sword,
Ye fight for her, as spotless of these mischiefs,
As heaven is of our sins, or truth of errors,
And so defie that treacherous man, and prosper.
Nor. Blessing o'thy heart Lady.
Val. Give the signal to 'em. [Low Alarms.
Nor. 'Tis bravely fought Gomera; follow that blow,
Well struck again boy: look upon the Lady,
And gather spirit: brave again: lye close.
Lye close I say: he fights aloft, and strongly:
Close for thy life: a vengeance o' that fell buffet:
Retire, and gather breath: ye have day enough Knights;
Look lovely on him Lady: to't again now
Stand, stand Gomera, stand: one blow for all now.
Gather thy strength together; God bless the woman:
Why, where's thy noble heart? heaven bless the Lady.
Well struck again boy: look upon the Lady,
And gather spirit: brave again: lye close.
Lye close I say: he fights aloft, and strongly:
Close for thy life: a vengeance o' that fell buffet:
Retire, and gather breath: ye have day enough Knights;
Look lovely on him Lady: to't again now
Stand, stand Gomera, stand: one blow for all now.
Gather thy strength together; God bless the woman:
Why, where's thy noble heart? heaven bless the Lady.
All. Oh, oh!
Val. She is gone, she is gone.
Nor. Now strike it.
Hold, hold: he yields: hold thy brave sword he's conquer'd:
He's thine Gomera, now be joyful Lady:
What could this thief have done, had his cause been equal?
He made my heart-strings tremble.
Hold, hold: he yields: hold thy brave sword he's conquer'd:
He's thine Gomera, now be joyful Lady:
What could this thief have done, had his cause been equal?
He made my heart-strings tremble.
Val. Off with his Caske there;
And Executioner take you his head next.
And Executioner take you his head next.
Abdel. Oh cursed fortune!
Gom. Stay, I beseech ye, Sir, and this one honor
Grant me: I have deserv'd it; that this villain
May live one day, to envy at my justice,
That he may pine and dye, before the sword fall.
Viewing the glory, I have won her goodness.
Grant me: I have deserv'd it; that this villain
May live one day, to envy at my justice,
That he may pine and dye, before the sword fall.
Viewing the glory, I have won her goodness.
Gom. I have sav'd her.
Preserv'd her spotless worth from black destruction,
Her white name to eternity deliver'd,
Her youth, and sweetness, from a timeless ruine.
Now Lord Valetta, if this bloudy labour
May but deserve her favour.
Preserv'd her spotless worth from black destruction,
Her white name to eternity deliver'd,
Her youth, and sweetness, from a timeless ruine.
Now Lord Valetta, if this bloudy labour
May but deserve her favour.
Mir. Stay, and hear me first.
Val. Off with his Cask, this is Miranda's voice.
Nor. 'Tis he indeed, or else mine eies abuse me,
What makes he here thus?
What makes he here thus?
Ori. The young Miranda?
Is he mine enemy too?
Is he mine enemy too?
Mir. None has deserv'd her
If worth must carry it, and service seek her,
But he that saved her honor.
If worth must carry it, and service seek her,
But he that saved her honor.
Gom. That's I Miranda.
Mir. No, no, that's I Gomera, be not so forward,
In bargain for my love, ye cannot cozen me.
In bargain for my love, ye cannot cozen me.
Gom. I fought it.
Mir. And I gave it: which is nobler?
Why every Gentleman would have done as much
As you did: fought it: that's a poor desert, Sir,
They are bound to that; but then to make that fight sure,
To doe as I did, take all danger from it
Suffer that coldness, that must call me now
Into disgrace for ever, into pity.
Why every Gentleman would have done as much
As you did: fought it: that's a poor desert, Sir,
They are bound to that; but then to make that fight sure,
To doe as I did, take all danger from it
Suffer that coldness, that must call me now
Into disgrace for ever, into pity.
Gom. I undertook first, to preserve from hazard.
Mir. And I made sure no hazard should come neer her.
Gom. 'Twas I defi'd Mountferrat.
Mir. 'Twas I wrought him,
You had had a dark day else; 'Twas I defi'd
His conscience first, 'twas I that shook him there,
Which is the brave defiance.
You had had a dark day else; 'Twas I defi'd
His conscience first, 'twas I that shook him there,
Which is the brave defiance.
Gom. My life and honor
At stake I laid.
At stake I laid.
Mir. My care; and truth lay by it
Least that stake might be lost: I have deserv'd her,
And none but I; the Lady might have perish'd,
Had Fell Mountferrat struck it, from whose malice
With cunning, and bold confidence I catch'd it,
And 'twas high time, and such a service Lady
For you, and for your innocence, for who knows not
The all-devouring sword of fierce Mountferrat?
I shew'd ye what I could do, had I been spightful
Or Master but of halfe the poison he bears,
(Hell take his heart for't) and beshrew these hands Madam,
With all my heart, I wish a mischief on 'em,
They made ye once look sad: such another fright
I would not put ye in, to ow[n]e the Island,
Yet pardon me, 'twas but to shew a Soldier,
Which, when I had done, I ended your poor coward.
Least that stake might be lost: I have deserv'd her,
And none but I; the Lady might have perish'd,
Had Fell Mountferrat struck it, from whose malice
With cunning, and bold confidence I catch'd it,
And 'twas high time, and such a service Lady
For you, and for your innocence, for who knows not
The all-devouring sword of fierce Mountferrat?
I shew'd ye what I could do, had I been spightful
Or Master but of halfe the poison he bears,
(Hell take his heart for't) and beshrew these hands Madam,
With all my heart, I wish a mischief on 'em,
They made ye once look sad: such another fright
I would not put ye in, to ow[n]e the Island,
Yet pardon me, 'twas but to shew a Soldier,
Which, when I had done, I ended your poor coward.
Val. Let some look out, for the base Knight Mountferrat.
Ab. I hope he's far enough, if his man be trusty:
This was a strange misfortune; I must not kno[w] it.
This was a strange misfortune; I must not kno[w] it.
Val. That most debauch'd Knight, come down sweet Sister
My spotless Sister: now, pray thank these Gentlemen,
They have deserv'd both truly, nobly of ye.
Both excellently, dearly, both all the honor
All the respect and favour.
My spotless Sister: now, pray thank these Gentlemen,
They have deserv'd both truly, nobly of ye.
Both excellently, dearly, both all the honor
All the respect and favour.
Ori. Both shall have it;
And as my life, their memories I'll nourish.
And as my life, their memories I'll nourish.
Val. Ye are both true Knights, and both most worthy Lovers,
Here stands a Lady ripen'd with your service,
Young, fair, and (now I dare say) truly honourable:
'Tis my Will she shall marry: marry now,
And one of you (she cannot take more nobly) your deserts
Begot this Will, and bred it; both her beauty
Cannot enjoy: dare ye mark me your umpier?
Here stands a Lady ripen'd with your service,
Young, fair, and (now I dare say) truly honourable:
'Tis my Will she shall marry: marry now,
And one of you (she cannot take more nobly) your deserts
Begot this Will, and bred it; both her beauty
Cannot enjoy: dare ye mark me your umpier?
Gom. Mir. With all our Souls.
Val. He must not then be angry
That looses her.
That looses her.
Gom. Oh that were Sir, unworthy.
Mir. A little sorrow he may find.
Val. 'Tis manly.
Gomera, you are a brave accomplish'd Gentleman
A braver no where lives than is Miranda,
In the white way of virtue, and true valour.
Ye have been a pilgrim long: yet no man farther
Has trode those thorny steps, than young Miranda,
You are gentle: he is gentleness it self: Experience
Calls you her brother; this her hopeful heir.
Gomera, you are a brave accomplish'd Gentleman
A braver no where lives than is Miranda,
In the white way of virtue, and true valour.
Ye have been a pilgrim long: yet no man farther
Has trode those thorny steps, than young Miranda,
You are gentle: he is gentleness it self: Experience
Calls you her brother; this her hopeful heir.
Nor. The young man now, and 't be thy Will.
Val. Your hand, Sir;
You undertook first: nobly undertook,
This Ladies cause: you made it good, and fought it
You must be serv'd first, take her, and enjoy her;
I give her to you: kiss her, are you pleas'd now?
You undertook first: nobly undertook,
This Ladies cause: you made it good, and fought it
You must be serv'd first, take her, and enjoy her;
I give her to you: kiss her, are you pleas'd now?
Gom. My joy's so much I cannot speak.
Val. Nay, fairest Sir;
You must not be displeas'd: you break your promise.
You must not be displeas'd: you break your promise.
Mir. I never griev'd at good, nor dare I now, Sir,
Though something seem strange to me.
Though something seem strange to me.
Val. I have provided
A better match for you: more full of Beauty,
I'll wed ye to our Order: there's a Mistriss,
Whose beauty ne'r decaies: time stands below her:
Whose honor, Ermin-like, can never suffer,
Spot, or black soil; whose eternal issue
Fame brings up at her breasts, and leaves 'em sainted,
Her you shall marry.
A better match for you: more full of Beauty,
I'll wed ye to our Order: there's a Mistriss,
Whose beauty ne'r decaies: time stands below her:
Whose honor, Ermin-like, can never suffer,
Spot, or black soil; whose eternal issue
Fame brings up at her breasts, and leaves 'em sainted,
Her you shall marry.
Mir. I must humbly thank ye.
Val. Saint Thomas Fort, a charge of no small value
I give ye too, in present, to keep waking
Your noble spirits; and to breed ye pious,
I'll send ye a probation Robe, wear that
Till ye shall please to be our brother: how now?
I give ye too, in present, to keep waking
Your noble spirits; and to breed ye pious,
I'll send ye a probation Robe, wear that
Till ye shall please to be our brother: how now?
Enter Astorius.
Ast. Mountferrat's fled, Sir.
Val. Let him go awhile
Till we have done these Rites, and seen these coupled:
His mischief now lies open: come all friends now.
And so let's march to th' Temple, sound those Instruments,
That were the signal to a day of bloud;
Evil beginning hours may end in good. [Florish.
Till we have done these Rites, and seen these coupled:
His mischief now lies open: come all friends now.
And so let's march to th' Temple, sound those Instruments,
That were the signal to a day of bloud;
Evil beginning hours may end in good. [Florish.
Nor. Come, we'll have wenches man, and all brave things.
---- Let her go: we'll want no Mistresses,
Good Swords, and good strong Armors.
---- Let her go: we'll want no Mistresses,
Good Swords, and good strong Armors.
Nor. And fight till Queens be in love with us, and run after us.
I'll see ye at the Fort within these two days,
And let's be merry prethee.
I'll see ye at the Fort within these two days,
And let's be merry prethee.
Mir. By that time I shall.
Nor. Why that's well said: I like a good heart truly. [Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.
Enter Norandine, and Servant, Corporal and Soldiers above.
Ser. THe day's not yet broke, Sir.
Nor. 'Tis the cooler riding,
I must goe see Miranda: bring my horse
Round to the South Port: I'll out here at the beach
And meet ye at the end o' th' Sycamores:
'Tis a sweet Walk, and if the wind be stirring
Serves like a Fan to cool.
I must goe see Miranda: bring my horse
Round to the South Port: I'll out here at the beach
And meet ye at the end o' th' Sycamores:
'Tis a sweet Walk, and if the wind be stirring
Serves like a Fan to cool.
[Corporal and Watch above singing.
SONG.
1. SIt Soldiers, sit and sing, the Round is clear
And Cock-a-loodle-looe, tells us the day is near.
Each toss his Cann, until his throat be mellow,
Drink, laugh and sing, the Soldier has no fellow.
And Cock-a-loodle-looe, tells us the day is near.
Each toss his Cann, until his throat be mellow,
Drink, laugh and sing, the Soldier has no fellow.
2. To thee a full pot, my little Lance-presado,
And when thou hast done, a pipe of Trinidado.
Our glass of life runs wine, the Vintner slinks it
Whilst with his Wife the frolick Soldier drinks it.
And when thou hast done, a pipe of Trinidado.
Our glass of life runs wine, the Vintner slinks it
Whilst with his Wife the frolick Soldier drinks it.
3. The Dr[u]ms beat, Ensigns wave, and Cannons thump it
Our Game is Ruffe, and the best heart doth trump it:
Each toss his Cann until his throat be mellow
Drink, Laugh, and Sing, the Soldier has no fellow.
Our Game is Ruffe, and the best heart doth trump it:
Each toss his Cann until his throat be mellow
Drink, Laugh, and Sing, the Soldier has no fellow.
4. I'll pledge thee my Corporal, were it a Flagon
After Watch fiercer, than George did the Dragon,
What blood we loose i' th' Town, we gain i th' Tuns,
Furr'd Gowns, and flat Caps, give the wall to Guns
Each toss his Cann, until his throat be mellow,
Drink, laugh, and sing, the Soldier has no fellow.
After Watch fiercer, than George did the Dragon,
What blood we loose i' th' Town, we gain i th' Tuns,
Furr'd Gowns, and flat Caps, give the wall to Guns
Each toss his Cann, until his throat be mellow,
Drink, laugh, and sing, the Soldier has no fellow.
Ser. Which Walk?
Ser. I know it.
Nor. Speed ye then: what mirth is this?
The Watches are not yet discharg'd, I take it:
These are brave careless Rogues; I'll hear the Song out
And then I'll fit ye for't, merry Companions:
Here's notable Order, now for a trick to tame ye—
Owgh, owgh.
The Watches are not yet discharg'd, I take it:
These are brave careless Rogues; I'll hear the Song out
And then I'll fit ye for't, merry Companions:
Here's notable Order, now for a trick to tame ye—
Owgh, owgh.
1. Wat. Hark, hark, what's that below us, who goes there?
Nor. Owgh, owgh, owgh.
2. Wat. 'Tis a Bear broke loose: pray call the Corporal.
1. Wat. The Dutchmans huge fat Sow.
2. Wat. I see her now, and five fine pigs.
Nor. Owgh, owgh.
Corp. Now, what's the matter?
1. Wat. Here's the great fat Sow, Corporal.
The Dutchmans Sow, and all the Pigs, brave fat Pigs,
You have been wishing long she would break loose.
The Dutchmans Sow, and all the Pigs, brave fat Pigs,
You have been wishing long she would break loose.
Nor. Owgh, owgh.
Cor. 'Tis she indeed, there's a white pig now sucking,
Look, look, do you see it, Sirs?
Look, look, do you see it, Sirs?
1. Wat. Yes very well, Sir.
Cor. A notable fat whorson; come two of ye.
Go down with me, we'll have a tickling breakfast.
Go down with me, we'll have a tickling breakfast.
2. Wat. Let's eat 'em at the Cross.
Cor. There's the best liquor.
Nor. I'll liquor some of ye, ye lazie rogues,
Your minds are of nothing but eating and swilling:
What a sweet Beast they have made of me! a Sow?
Hogg upon hogg, I hear 'em come.
Your minds are of nothing but eating and swilling:
What a sweet Beast they have made of me! a Sow?
Hogg upon hogg, I hear 'em come.
Enter Cor. below, and Watch.
Cor. Go softly, and fall upon 'em finely, nimb[l]y.
1. Wat. Bless me.
Cor. Why, what's the matter?
1. Wat. Oh the devil?
The devil, as high as a Steeple.
The devil, as high as a Steeple.
Cor. Stand, stand I say: death, how I shake!
Where be your Muskets?
Where be your Muskets?
1 Wat. There's no good of them:
Where be our Prayers, man?
Where be our Prayers, man?
2 Wat. Lord, how he stalks: speak to him Corporal.
Cor. Why, what a devil art thou.
Nor. Owgh, owgh.
Cor. A dumb devil.
The worst devil that could come, a dumb devil,
Give me a Musket; he gathers in to me,
I' th' name of —— speak what art thou?—speak devil,
Or I'll put a plumb in your belly.
The worst devil that could come, a dumb devil,
Give me a Musket; he gathers in to me,
I' th' name of —— speak what art thou?—speak devil,
Or I'll put a plumb in your belly.
Nor. Owgh, owgh, owgh.
Cor. Fie, fie, in what a sweat I am! Lord bless me,
My Musket's gone too, I am not able to stir it.
My Musket's gone too, I am not able to stir it.
Nor. Who goes there? stand, speak.
Corp. Sure I am inchanted.
Yet here's my Halbert still: nay, who goes there, Sir?
What have I lost my self? what are ye?
Yet here's my Halbert still: nay, who goes there, Sir?
What have I lost my self? what are ye?
Nor. The Guard.
Corp. Why, what are we then: he's not half so long now.
Nor he has no tail at all, I shake still damnably.
Nor he has no tail at all, I shake still damnably.
Nor. The word.
Corp. Have mercy on me, what word does he mean?
Prethee devil, if thou be'st the devil,
Do not make an Ass of me; for I remember yet
As well as I am here, I am the Corporal,
I'll lay my life on't devil.
Prethee devil, if thou be'st the devil,
Do not make an Ass of me; for I remember yet
As well as I am here, I am the Corporal,
I'll lay my life on't devil.
Nor. Thou art damn'd:
Corp. That's all one: but am not I the Corporal?
I would give a thousand pound to be resolv'd now,
Had not I Soldiers here?
I would give a thousand pound to be resolv'd now,
Had not I Soldiers here?
Nor. No, not a man,
Thou art debauch'd, and cozen'd.
Thou art debauch'd, and cozen'd.
Corp. That may be,
It may be I am drunk; Lord, where have I been?
Is not this my Halbert in my hand?
It may be I am drunk; Lord, where have I been?
Is not this my Halbert in my hand?
Nor. No, 'tis a May-pole.
Nor. Ye are an arrand Rascal;
You Corporal of a Watch.
You Corporal of a Watch.
Cor. 'Tis the Dane's voice: you are no devil then.
Nor. No, nor no Sow, Sir.
Cor. Of that [I] am right g[l]ad, Sir,
I was ne'r so frighted in my life, as I am a Soldier.
I was ne'r so frighted in my life, as I am a Soldier.
Nor. Tall watchmen,
A guard for a Goose, you sing away your Centuries.
A careful company: let me out o' th' port here,
I was a little merry with your worships:
And keep your guards strong, though the devil walk.
Hold, there's to bring ye into your wits again.
Goe off no more to hunt Pigs: such another trick
And you will hunt the gallows.
A guard for a Goose, you sing away your Centuries.
A careful company: let me out o' th' port here,
I was a little merry with your worships:
And keep your guards strong, though the devil walk.
Hold, there's to bring ye into your wits again.
Goe off no more to hunt Pigs: such another trick
And you will hunt the gallows.
Cor. Pray Sir pardon us:
And let the devil come next, I'll make him stand
Or make him stink.
And let the devil come next, I'll make him stand
Or make him stink.
Nor. Doe, doe your duty truly.
Come let me out, and come away: no more rage. [Exe.
Come let me out, and come away: no more rage. [Exe.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Abdella with a Letter, and Rocca.
Ab. Write thus to me? he hath fearfully, and basely
Betraid his own cause: yet to free himself
He now ascribes the fault to me.
Betraid his own cause: yet to free himself
He now ascribes the fault to me.
Roc. I know not.
What he hath done: but what he now desires,
His Letters have inform'd you.
What he hath done: but what he now desires,
His Letters have inform'd you.
Ab. Yes, he is
Too well acquainted with the power he holds,
Over my mad affections: I want time
To write: but pray you tell him, if I were
No better steel'd in my strong resolutions
Than he hath shown himself in his; or thought
There was a hell hereafter, or a Heaven,
But in enjoying him, I should stick here,
And move no further: bid him yet take comfort;
For something I would doe, the devil would quake at,
But I'll untie this Nuptial knot of love,
And make way for his wishes: in the mean time
Let him lie close, for he is strictly sought for,
And practise to love her, that for his ends
Scorns fear and danger.
Too well acquainted with the power he holds,
Over my mad affections: I want time
To write: but pray you tell him, if I were
No better steel'd in my strong resolutions
Than he hath shown himself in his; or thought
There was a hell hereafter, or a Heaven,
But in enjoying him, I should stick here,
And move no further: bid him yet take comfort;
For something I would doe, the devil would quake at,
But I'll untie this Nuptial knot of love,
And make way for his wishes: in the mean time
Let him lie close, for he is strictly sought for,
And practise to love her, that for his ends
Scorns fear and danger.
Enter Oriana and Velleda.
Roc. All this I will tell him. [Exit Rocca.
Ab. Do so: farewel. My Lady, with my fellow,
So earnest in discourse! what e'r it be
I'll second it.
So earnest in discourse! what e'r it be
I'll second it.
Vel. He is such a noble Husband,
In every circumstance so truly loving,
That I might say, and without flattery, Madam
The Sun sees not a Lady but your self
That can deserve him.
In every circumstance so truly loving,
That I might say, and without flattery, Madam
The Sun sees not a Lady but your self
That can deserve him.
Abd. Of all men I say
That dare (for 'tis a desperate adventure)
Wear on their free necks the sweet yoak of woman,
(For they that do repine, are no true husbands)
Give me a Soldier.
That dare (for 'tis a desperate adventure)
Wear on their free necks the sweet yoak of woman,
(For they that do repine, are no true husbands)
Give me a Soldier.
Ori. Why, are they more loving
Than other men?
Than other men?
Abd. And love too with more judgement;
For, but observe, your Courtier is more curious
To set himself forth richly than his Lady;
His baths, perfumes, nay paintings too, more costly
Than his frugality will allow to her,
His clothes as chargeable; and grant him but
A thing without a beard, and he may pass
At all times for a woman, and with some
Have better welcome: Now, your man of Lands
For the most part is careful to manure them,
But leaves his Lady fallow; your great Merchant
Breaks oftner for the debt he owes his wife,
Than with his creditors; and that's the reason
She looks elsewhere for payment: Now your Soldier—
For, but observe, your Courtier is more curious
To set himself forth richly than his Lady;
His baths, perfumes, nay paintings too, more costly
Than his frugality will allow to her,
His clothes as chargeable; and grant him but
A thing without a beard, and he may pass
At all times for a woman, and with some
Have better welcome: Now, your man of Lands
For the most part is careful to manure them,
But leaves his Lady fallow; your great Merchant
Breaks oftner for the debt he owes his wife,
Than with his creditors; and that's the reason
She looks elsewhere for payment: Now your Soldier—
Vel. I marry do him right.
Abd. First, who has one,
Has a perpetual guard upon her honor;
For while he wears a sword, slander her self
Dares not bark at it: next, she sits at home
Like a great Queen, and sends him forth to fetch in
Her tribute from all parts; which being brought home,
He laies it at her feet, and seeks no further
For his reward, than what she may give freely,
And with delight too, from her own Exchequer
Which he finds ever open.
Has a perpetual guard upon her honor;
For while he wears a sword, slander her self
Dares not bark at it: next, she sits at home
Like a great Queen, and sends him forth to fetch in
Her tribute from all parts; which being brought home,
He laies it at her feet, and seeks no further
For his reward, than what she may give freely,
And with delight too, from her own Exchequer
Which he finds ever open.
Ori. Be more modest.
Abd. Why, we may speak of that we are glad to taste of,
Among our selves I mean.
Among our selves I mean.
Ori. Thou talkst of nothing.
Abd. Of nothing Madam? You have found it something;
Or with the raising up this pre[tt]y mount here,
My Lord hath dealt with spirits.
Or with the raising up this pre[tt]y mount here,
My Lord hath dealt with spirits.
Enter Gomera.
Ori. Two long hours absent?
Gom. Thy pardon sweet: I have been looking on
The Prize that was brought in by the brave Dane,
The valiant Norandine, and have brought something,
That may be thou wilt like of; but one kiss,
And then possess my purchase: there's a piece
Of cloth of Tissue, this of purple Velvet,
And as they swear, of the right Tyrian dye,
Which others here but weakly counterfeit:
If they are worth thy use, wear them; if not,
Bestow them on thy women.
The Prize that was brought in by the brave Dane,
The valiant Norandine, and have brought something,
That may be thou wilt like of; but one kiss,
And then possess my purchase: there's a piece
Of cloth of Tissue, this of purple Velvet,
And as they swear, of the right Tyrian dye,
Which others here but weakly counterfeit:
If they are worth thy use, wear them; if not,
Bestow them on thy women.
Abd. Here's the Husband.
Gom. While there is any trading on the Sea
Thou shalt want nothing; 'tis a Soldiers glory,
However he neglect himself, to keep
His Mistriss in full lustre.
Thou shalt want nothing; 'tis a Soldiers glory,
However he neglect himself, to keep
His Mistriss in full lustre.
Ori. You exceed, Sir.
Gom. Yet there was one part of the prize dispos'd of
Before I came, which I grieve that I miss'd of,
Being almost assured, it would have been
A welcome present.
Before I came, which I grieve that I miss'd of,
Being almost assured, it would have been
A welcome present.
Ori. Pray you say, what was it?
Gom. A Turkish Captive of incomparable beauty,
And without question, in her Countrey Noble;
Which, as companion to thy faithful Moor,
I would have given thee for thy slave.
And without question, in her Countrey Noble;
Which, as companion to thy faithful Moor,
I would have given thee for thy slave.
Ori. But was she
Of such an exquisite form?
Of such an exquisite form?
Gom. Most exquisite.
Ori. And well descended?
Gom. So the habit promis'd,
In which she was taken.
In which she was taken.
Ori. Of what years?
Gom. 'Tis said
A Virgin of fourteen.
A Virgin of fourteen.
Ori. I pity her,
And wish she were mine, that I might have the means
T' entertain her gently.
And wish she were mine, that I might have the means
T' entertain her gently.
Gom. She's now Miranda's,
And as I have heard, made it her suit to be so.
And as I have heard, made it her suit to be so.
Ori. Miranda's? then her fate deserves not pity,
But envy rather.
But envy rather.
Gom. Envy Oriana?
Ori. Yes, and their envy that live free.
Gom. How's this?
Ori. Why, she's falln into the hands of one,
So full of that, which in men we stile goodness,
That in her being his slave, she is happier far
Than if she were confirm'd the Sultan's Mistriss.
So full of that, which in men we stile goodness,
That in her being his slave, she is happier far
Than if she were confirm'd the Sultan's Mistriss.
Gom. Miranda is indeed a Gentleman
Of fair desert, and better hopes, but yet
He hath his equals.
Of fair desert, and better hopes, but yet
He hath his equals.
Ori. Where? I would go far,
As I am now, though much unfit for travails,
But to see one that without injury
Might be put in the scale, or paralell'd,
In any thing that's Noble, with Miranda;
His knowledge in all services of war,
And ready courage, to put into act
That knowing judgement, as you are a Soldier
You best may speak of. Nor can you deliver,
Nor I hear with delight, a better subject.
And heaven did well, in such a lovely feature
To place so chaste a mind; for he is of
So sweet a carriage, such a winning nature,
And such a bold, yet well-dispos'd behaviour;
And to all these, h'as such a charming tongue,
That if he would serve under Loves fresh colours,
What monumental Trophies might he raise,
Of his free conquests, made in Ladies favors?
As I am now, though much unfit for travails,
But to see one that without injury
Might be put in the scale, or paralell'd,
In any thing that's Noble, with Miranda;
His knowledge in all services of war,
And ready courage, to put into act
That knowing judgement, as you are a Soldier
You best may speak of. Nor can you deliver,
Nor I hear with delight, a better subject.
And heaven did well, in such a lovely feature
To place so chaste a mind; for he is of
So sweet a carriage, such a winning nature,
And such a bold, yet well-dispos'd behaviour;
And to all these, h'as such a charming tongue,
That if he would serve under Loves fresh colours,
What monumental Trophies might he raise,
Of his free conquests, made in Ladies favors?
Gom. Yet you did resist him, when he was
An earnest suitor to you.
An earnest suitor to you.
Ori. Yes I did;
And if I were again sought to, I should;
But must ascribe it rather to the fate
That did appoint me yours, than any power
Which I can call mine own.
And if I were again sought to, I should;
But must ascribe it rather to the fate
That did appoint me yours, than any power
Which I can call mine own.
Gom. Even so?
Abd. Thanks fortune,
The plot I had to raise, in him, doubts of her,
Thou hast effected.
The plot I had to raise, in him, doubts of her,
Thou hast effected.
Ori. I could tell you too,
What cause I have to love him, with what reason.
In thankfulnes, he may expect from me,
All due observance; but I pass that, as
A benefit, for which, in my behalf,
You are his debtor.
What cause I have to love him, with what reason.
In thankfulnes, he may expect from me,
All due observance; but I pass that, as
A benefit, for which, in my behalf,
You are his debtor.
Abd. I perceive it takes,
By his chang'd looks.
By his chang'd looks.
Ori. He is not in the City?
Is he my Lord?
Is he my Lord?
Gom. Who Lady?
Ori. Why Miranda,
Having you here, can there be any else
Worth my enquiry?
Having you here, can there be any else
Worth my enquiry?
Gom. This is somewhat more
Than love to virtue.
Than love to virtue.
Ori. Faith when he comes hither
(As sometimes, without question you shall meet him)
Invite him home.
(As sometimes, without question you shall meet him)
Invite him home.
Gom. To what end?
Ori. To dine with us,
Or sup.
Or sup.
Ori. If you could win him to it,
'Twould be the better; for his entertainment,
Leave that to me, he shall find Noble usage,
And from me a free welcome.
'Twould be the better; for his entertainment,
Leave that to me, he shall find Noble usage,
And from me a free welcome.
Gom. Have you never
Heard of a Roman Lady (Oriana)
Remembred as a president for Matrons,
(Chaste ones, I pray you understand) whose husband
Tax'd for his sowre breath by his enemy,
Condemn'd his wife, for not acquainting him
With his infirmity?
Heard of a Roman Lady (Oriana)
Remembred as a president for Matrons,
(Chaste ones, I pray you understand) whose husband
Tax'd for his sowre breath by his enemy,
Condemn'd his wife, for not acquainting him
With his infirmity?
Ori. 'Tis a common one;
Her answer was, having kiss'd none but him,
She thought it was a general disease
All men were subject to; but what infer you
From that my Lord?
Her answer was, having kiss'd none but him,
She thought it was a general disease
All men were subject to; but what infer you
From that my Lord?
Gom. Why, that this virtuous Lady
Had all her thoughts so fixed upon her Lord,
That she could find no spare time to sing praises
Of any other; nor would she imploy
Her husband (though perhaps in debt to years
As far as I am) for an instrument
To bring home younger men that might delight her
With their discourse, or—
Had all her thoughts so fixed upon her Lord,
That she could find no spare time to sing praises
Of any other; nor would she imploy
Her husband (though perhaps in debt to years
As far as I am) for an instrument
To bring home younger men that might delight her
With their discourse, or—
Ori. What my Lord?
Gom. Their persons,
Or if I should speak plainer—
Or if I should speak plainer—
Ori. No it needs not,
You have said enough to make my innocence know
It is suspected.
You have said enough to make my innocence know
It is suspected.
Gom. You betray your self
To more than a suspition; could you else
To me that live in nothing but love to you
Make such a gross discovery, that your lust
Had sold that heart I thought mine, to Miranda?
Or rise to such a height in impudence,
As to presume to work my yielding weakness
To play for your bad ends, to my disgrace,
The Wittal, or the Pander?
To more than a suspition; could you else
To me that live in nothing but love to you
Make such a gross discovery, that your lust
Had sold that heart I thought mine, to Miranda?
Or rise to such a height in impudence,
As to presume to work my yielding weakness
To play for your bad ends, to my disgrace,
The Wittal, or the Pander?
Ori. Do not study
To print more wounds, (for that were tyranny)
Upon a heart that is pierced through already.
To print more wounds, (for that were tyranny)
Upon a heart that is pierced through already.
Gom. Thy heart? thou hast pierc'd through mine honor false one,
The honor of my house, fool that I was,
To give it up to the deceiving trust
Of wicked woman: for thy sake vild creature,
For all I have done well, in my life,
I have dig'd a grave, all buried in a wife;
For thee I have defi'd my constant Mistriss,
That never fail'd her servant, glorious war;
For thee, refus'd the fellowship of an Order
Which Princes, through all dangers, have been proud
To fetch as far as from Jerusalem:
And am I thus rewarded?
The honor of my house, fool that I was,
To give it up to the deceiving trust
Of wicked woman: for thy sake vild creature,
For all I have done well, in my life,
I have dig'd a grave, all buried in a wife;
For thee I have defi'd my constant Mistriss,
That never fail'd her servant, glorious war;
For thee, refus'd the fellowship of an Order
Which Princes, through all dangers, have been proud
To fetch as far as from Jerusalem:
And am I thus rewarded?
Vel. By all goodness,
You wrong my Lady, and deserve her not,
When you are at your best: repent your rashness,
'Twill show well in you.
You wrong my Lady, and deserve her not,
When you are at your best: repent your rashness,
'Twill show well in you.
Abd. Do, and ask her pardon.
Ori. No, I have liv'd too long, to have my faith
(My tri'd faith) call'd in question, and by him
That should know true affection is too tender
To suffer an unkind touch, without ruine;
Study ingratitude, all, from my example;
For to be thankful now, is to be false.
But be it so, let me dye, I see you wish it;
Yet dead for truth, and pities sake, report
What weapon you made choice of, when you kild me.
(My tri'd faith) call'd in question, and by him
That should know true affection is too tender
To suffer an unkind touch, without ruine;
Study ingratitude, all, from my example;
For to be thankful now, is to be false.
But be it so, let me dye, I see you wish it;
Yet dead for truth, and pities sake, report
What weapon you made choice of, when you kild me.
Vel. She faints.
Abd. What have ye done?
Ori. My last breath cannot
Be better spent, than to say I forgive you;
Nor is my death untimely, since with me
I take along, what might have been hereafter
In scorn delivered for the doubtful issue
Of a suspected mother.
Be better spent, than to say I forgive you;
Nor is my death untimely, since with me
I take along, what might have been hereafter
In scorn delivered for the doubtful issue
Of a suspected mother.
Vel. Oh, she's gone.
Abd. For ever gone. Are you a man?
Abd. Open her mouth, and power this Cordial in it;
If any spark of life be unquench'd in her,
This will recover her.
If any spark of life be unquench'd in her,
This will recover her.
Vel. 'Tis all in vain,
She's stiffe already: live I, and she dead?
She's stiffe already: live I, and she dead?
Gom. How like a murtherer I stand! look up,
And hear me curse my self, or but behold
The vengeance I will take for't Oriana,
And then in peace forsake me: Jealousie,
Thou loathsome vomit of the fiends below,
What desperate hunger made me to receive thee
Into my heart, and soul? I'll let thee forth,
And so in death find ease; and does my fault then
Deserve no greater punishment? no, I'll live
To keep thee for a fury to torment me,
And make me know what hell is on the earth:
All joyes and hopes forsake me; all mens malice,
And all the plagues they can inflict, I wish it
Fall thick upon me: let my tears be laught at,
And may mine enemies smile to hear me groane;
And dead, may I be pitied of none. [Exeunt.
And hear me curse my self, or but behold
The vengeance I will take for't Oriana,
And then in peace forsake me: Jealousie,
Thou loathsome vomit of the fiends below,
What desperate hunger made me to receive thee
Into my heart, and soul? I'll let thee forth,
And so in death find ease; and does my fault then
Deserve no greater punishment? no, I'll live
To keep thee for a fury to torment me,
And make me know what hell is on the earth:
All joyes and hopes forsake me; all mens malice,
And all the plagues they can inflict, I wish it
Fall thick upon me: let my tears be laught at,
And may mine enemies smile to hear me groane;
And dead, may I be pitied of none. [Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Collonna and Lucinda.