THE
ISLAND PRINCESS:
A Tragi-Comedy.

Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.

A Bell Rings.

Enter   Pymero, Christophero, and Pedro.

Pymero.   Open the Ports, and see the Watch reliev'd,
And let the guards be careful of their business,
Their vigilant eyes fixt on these Islanders,
They are false and desperate people, when they find
The least occasion open to encouragement,
Cruel, and crafty souls, believe me Gentlemen,
Their late attempt, which is too fresh amongst us,
In which, against all arms and honesty,
The Governor of Ternata made surprize
Of our Confederate, the King of Tidore,
As for his recreation he was rowing
Between both Lands, bids us be wise and circumspect.

Chr.   It was a mischief suddenly imagin'd,
And as soon done; that Governor's a fierce knave,
Unfaithful as he is fierce too, there's no trusting;
But I wonder much, how such poor and base pleasures,
As tugging at an Oar, or skill in Steerage,
Should become Princes.

Py.   Base breedings, love base pleasure;
They take as much delight in a Baratto,
A little scurvy boat to row her ti[th]ly,
And have the Art to turn and wind her nimbly,
Think it as noble too, though it be slavish,
And a dull labour that declines a Gentleman:
As we Portugals, or the Spaniards do in riding,
In managing a great horse, which is princely:
The French in Courtship, or the dancing English,
In carrying a fair presence.

Ped.   He was strangely taken;
But where no faith is, there's no trust: he has paid for't
His Sister yet the fair and great Quisara,
Has shew'd a noble mind, and much love in't
To her afflicted brother, and the nobler still it appears,
And seasons of more tenderness, because his ruin stiles her absolute
And his imprisonment adds to her profit.
Feeling all this, which makes all men admire her,
The warm beams of this fortune that fall on her,
Yet has she made divers and noble Treaties,
And propositions for her brothers freedom,
If wealth or honor—

Py.   Peace, peace, you are fool'd, Sir;
Things of these natures have strange outsides Pedro,
And cunning shadows, set 'em far from us,
Draw 'em but near, they are gross, and they abuse us;
They that observe her close, shall find her nature,
Which I doubt mainly will not prove so excellent;
She is a Princess, and she must be fair,
That's the prerogative of being Royal:
Let her want eyes and nose, she must be beauteous,
And she must know it too, and the use of it,
And people must believe it, they are damn'd else:
Why, all our neighbor Princes are mad for her.

Chr.   Is she not fair then?

Py.   But her hopes are fairer,
And there's a haughty Master, the King of Bakan,
That lofty Sir, that speaks far more, and louder
In his own commendations, than a Cannon:
He is strucken dumb with her.

Ped.   Beshrew me she is a sweet one.

Py.   And there's that hopeful man of Syana,
That sprightly fellow, he that's wise and temperate,
He is a Lover too.

Chr.   Wou'd I were worth her looking
For; by my life I hold her a compleat one,
The very Sun, I think affects her sweetness,
And dares not, as he does to all else, dye it
Into his tauny Livery.

Py.   She dares not see him,
But keeps her self at distance from his kisses,
And [weares] her complexion in a Case; let him but like it
A week, or two, or three, she would look like a Lion;
But the main sport on't is, or rather wonder
The Governor of Ternata, her mortal enemy,
He that has catcht her brother King, is struck too,
And is arriv'd under safe conduct also,
And hostages of worth delivered for him;
And he brought a Letter from his prisoner,
Whether compell'd, or willingly delivered
From the poor King, or what else dare be in't.

Chr.   So it be honourable, any thing, 'tis all one
For I dare think she'll do the best.

Py.   'Tis certain
He has admittance, and sollicites hourly,
Now if he have the trick—

Ped.   What trick?

Py.   The true one,
To take her too, if he be but skill'd in Bat-fowling,
And lime his bush right.

Chr.   I'll be hang'd when that hits,
For 'tis not a compell'd, or forc'd affection
That must take her, I guess her stout and virtuous,
But where's your Uncle, Sir, our valiant Captain,
The brave Ruy Dias all this while?

Py.   I marry.
He is amongst 'em too.

Ped.   A Lover.

Py.   Nay,
I know not that, but [sure] he stands in favour,
Or would stand stifly, he is no Portugal else.

Chr.   The voice says in good favour, in the list too
Of the privy wooers, how cunningly of late
I have observ'd him, and how privately
He has stolen at all hours from us, and how readily
He has feign'd a business to bid the Fort farewel
For five or six days, or a month together,
Sure there is something—

Py.   Yes, yes, there is a thing in't,
A thing would make the best on's all dance after it;
A dainty thing; Lord how this Uncle of mine
Has read to me, and rated me for wenching.
And told me in what desperate case 'twould leave me,
And how 'twould stew my bones.

Ped.   You car'd not for it.

Py.   I'faith not much, I ventur'd on still easily,
And took my chance, danger is a Soldiers honor;
But that this man, this herb of Grace, Ruy Dias,
This father of our faculties should slip thus,
For sure he is a ferriting, that he
That would drink nothing, to depress the spirit,
But milk and water, eat nothing but thin air
To make his bloud obedient, that his youth,
In spight of all his temperance, should tickle,
And have a love mange on him.

Chr.   'Tis in him, Sir,
But honourable courtship, and becomes his rank too.

Py.   In me 'twere abominable Leachery, or would be,
For when our thoughts are on't, and miss their level,
We must hit something.

Ped.   Well, he's a noble Gentleman,
And if he be a suitor, may he speed in't.

Py.   Let him alone, our family ne'r fail'd yet.

Chr.   Our mad Lieutenant still, merry Pyniero,
Thus wou'd he do, if the Surgeon were searching of him.

Ped.   Especially if a warm wench had shot him.

Py.   But hark Christophero; come hither Pedro;
When saw you our brave Countrey-man Armusia?
He that's arriv'd here lately, and his gallants?
A goodly fellow, and a brave companion
Methinks he is, and no doubt, truly valiant,
For he that dares come hither, dares fight any where.

Chr.   I saw him not of late, a sober Gentleman
I am sure he is, and no doubt bravely sprung,
And promises much nobleness.

Py.   I love him,
And by my troth wou'd fain be inward with him;
Pray let's go seek him.

Ped.   We'll attend you Sir.

Py.   By that time we shall hear the burst of business. [Exeunt.

Enter Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana; and Panura.

Quisar.   Aunt, I much thank you for your courtesie,
And the fair liberty you still allow me,
Both of your house and service, though I be
A Princess, and by that Prerogative stand free
From the poor malice of opinion,
And no ways bound to render up my actions,
Because no power above me can examine me;
Yet my dear brother being still a prisoner,
And many wandring eyes upon my ways,
Being left alone a Sea-mark, it behoves me
To use a little caution, and be circumspect.

Quisan.   You're wise and noble Lady.

Quisar.   Often Aunt
I resort hither, and privately to see you,
It may be to converse with some I favour;
I wou'd not have it known as oft, nor constru'd,
It stands not with my care.

Quisan.   You speak most fairly,
For even our pure devotions are examin'd.

Quisar.   So mad are mens minds now.

Ruy.   Or rather monstrous;
They are thick dreams, bred in fogs that know no fairness.

Quisan.   Madam, the House is yours, I am yours, pray use me,
And at your service all I have lies prostrate;
My care shall ever be to yield ye honor,
And when your fame falls here, 'tis my fault Lady;
A poor and simple banquet I have provided,
Which if you please to honor with your presence—

Quisar.   I thank ye Aunt, I shall be with you instantly,
A few words with this Gentleman.

Quisan.   I'll leave ye,
And when you please retire, I'll wait upon you. [Exeunt Quis. & Pan.

Quisar.   Why, how now Captain, what afraid to speak to me?
A man of Armes, and danted with a Lady?
Commanders have the power to parle with Princes.

Ruy.   Madam, the favors you have still showr'd on me,
Which are so high above my means of merit,
So infinite, that nought can value 'em
But their own goodness, no eyes look up to 'em
But those that are of equal light, and lustre,
Strike me thus mute, you are my royal Mistriss,
And all my services that aime at honor,
Take life from you, the Saint of my devotions;
Pardon my wish, it is a fair ambition,
And well becomes the Man that honors you;
I wou'd I were of worth, of something near you,
Of such a royal piece, a King I wou'd be,
A mighty King that might command affection,
And bring a youth upon me might bewitch ye,
And you a sweet sould Christian.

Quisar.   Now you talk Sir;
You Portugals, though you be rugged Soldiers,
Yet when you list to flatter, you are plain Courtiers;
And could you wish me Christian, brave Ruy Dias?

Ruy.   At all the danger of my life great Lady,
At all my hopes, at all—

Quisar.   Pray ye stay a little,
To what end runs your wish?

Ruy.   O glorious Lady,
That I might—but I dare not speak.

Quisar.   I dare then,
That you might hope to marry me; nay blush not,
An honorable end needs no excuse;
And would you love me then?

Ruy.   My soul not dearer.

Quisar.   Do some brave thing that may entice me that way,
Some thing of such a meritorious goodness,
Of such an unmatcht nobleness, that I may know
You have a power beyond ours that preserves you:
'Tis not the person, nor the royal title,
Nor wealth, nor glory, that I look upon,
That inward man I love that's lin'd with virtue,
That well deserving soul works out a favor;
I have many Princes suiters, many great ones,
Yet above these I love you, you are valiant,
An active man, able to build a fortune;
I do not say I dote, nor meane to marry,
Only the hope is, something may be done,
That may compel my faith, and ask my freedome,
And leave opinion fair.

Ruy.   Command dear Lady,
And let the danger be as deep as Hell,
As direful to attempt—

Quisar.   Y'are too sudden,
I must be rul'd by you, find out a fortune
Wisely, and hansomely, examine time,
And court occasion that she may be ready;
A thousand uses for your forward spirit
Ye may find daily, be sure ye take a good one,
A brave and worthy one that may advance ye,
Forc'd smiles reward poor dangers; you are a Soldier,
I wou'd not talke so else, and I love a Soldier,
And that that speaks him true, and great, his valor;
Yet for all these which are but Womens follies,
You may do what you please, I shall still know ye,
And though ye weare no Sword.

Ru.   Excellent Lady,
When I grow so cold, and disgrace my Nation,
That from their hardy nurses suck adventures,
'Twere fit I wore a Tombstone; you have read to me
The story of your favor, if I mistake it,
Or grow a truant in the study of it,
A great correction Lady—

Quisar.   Let's toth' banquet,
And have some merrier talk, and then to Court,
Where I give audience to my general Suiters;
Pray heaven my womans wit hold; there brave Captain,
You may perchance meet something that may startle ye;
I'll say no more, come be not sad—
I love ye. [Exeunt.

Enter Pyniero, Armusia, Soza, Christophero, and   Emanuel.

Py.   You are wellcome Gentlemen, most worthy welcom,
And know there's nothing in our power may serve ye,
But you may freely challenge.

Arm.   Sir we thank ye,
And rest your servants too.

Py.   Ye are worthy Portugals,
You shew the bravery of your minds and spirits;
The nature of our Country too, that brings forth
Stirring, unwearied soules to seek adventures;
Minds never satisfied with search of honor
Where time is, and the Sun gives light, brave Countrymen,
Our names are known, new worlds disclose their riches,
Their beauties, and their prides to our embraces;
And we the first of Nations find these wonders.

Arm.   These noble thoughts, Sir, have intic'd us forward,
And minds unapt for ease to see these miracles,
In which we find report a poor relater;
We are arriv'd among the blessed Islands,
Where every wind that rises blows perfumes,
And every breath of air is like an Incence:
The treasure of the Sun dwells here, each Tree
As if it envied the old Paradice,
Strives to bring forth immortal fruit; the Spices
Renewing nature, though not deifying,
And when that falls by time, scorning the earth,
The sullen earth should taint or suck their beauties,
But as we dreamt, for ever so preserve us:
Nothing we see, but breeds an admiration;
The very rivers as we float along,
Throw up their pearls, and curle their heads to court us;
The bowels of the earth swell with the births
Of thousand unknown gemms, and thousand riches;
Nothing that bears a life, but brings a treasure;
The people they shew brave too, civil manner'd,
Proportioned like the Masters of great minds,
The Women which I wonder at—

Py.   Ye speak well.

Ar.   Of delicate aspects, fair, clearly beauteous,
And to that admiration, sweet and courteous.

Py.   And is not that a good thing? brave Armusia
You never saw the Court before?

Ar.   No certain,
But that I see a wonder too, all excellent,
The Government exact.

Chr.   Ye shall see anon,
That that will make ye start indeed, such beauties,
Such riches, and such form.

Enter Bakam, Syana, Governor.

Soz.   We are fire already;
The wealthy Magazine of nature sure
Inhabits here.

Arm.   These sure are all Ilanders.

Py.   Yes, and great Princes too, and lusty lovers.

Ar.   They are goodly persons; What might he be Signior
That bears so proud a state?

Py.   King of Bakam,
A fellow that farts terror.

Em.   He looks highly,
Sure he was begot o'th' top of a Steeple.

Chr.   It may well be,
For you shall hear him ring anon.

Py.   That is Syana,
And a brave temper'd fellow, and more valiant.

Soz.   What rugged face is that?

Py.   That's the great Governor,
The man surpriz'd our Friend, I told ye of him.

Ar.   'Has dangerous eyes.

Py.   A perilous Thief, and subtile.

Chr.   And to that subtilty a heart of Iron.

Py.   Yet the young Lady makes it melt.

Ar.   They start all,
And thunder in the eyes.

Ba.   Away ye poor ones,
A[m] I in competition with such bubbles?
My virtue, and my name rank'd with such trifles?

Sy.   Ye speak loud.

Ba.   Young-man, I will speak louder;
Can any man but I deserve her favor, [Princes flie at
You petty Princes. one another.]

Py.   He will put 'em all in's pocket.

Sy.   Thou proud mad thing be not so full of glory,
So full of vanity.

Ba.   How? I contemn thee,
And that fort-keeping fellow.

Py.   How the Dog looks,
The bandog Governor!

Gov.   Ha, Why?

Ba.   Away thing,
And keep your rank with those that fit your royalty;
Call out the Princess.

Gov.   Dost thou know me bladder,
Thou insolent impostume?

Ba.   I despise thee;

Gov.   Art thou acquainted with my nature baby?
With my revenge for Injuries? darst thou hold me
So far behind thy file, I cannot reach thee?
What canst thou merit?

Ba.   Merit? I am above it;
I am equal with all honors, all atchievements,
And what is great and worthy; the best doer
I keep at my command, fortune's my servant,
'Tis in my power now to despise such wretches,
To look upon ye slightly, and neglect ye,
And but she daines at some hours to remember ye,
And people have bestowed some Titles on ye,
I should forget your names—

Sy.   Mercy of me;
What a blown fool has self affection
Made of this fellow! did not the Queen your Mother
Long for bellows, and bagpipes, when she was great with ye,
She brought forth such a windy birth?

Gov.   'Tis ten to one
She eat a Drum, and was deliver'd of alarum,
Or else he was swadled in an old saile when he was young.

Sy.   He swells too mainly with his meditations;
Faith, talk a little handsomer, ride softly
That we may be able to hold way with ye, we are Princes,
But those are but poor things to you; talk wiser,
'Twill well become your mightiness; talk less,
That men may think ye can do more.

Gov.   Talk truth,
That men may think ye are honest, and believe ye,
Or talk your self asleep, for I am weary of you.

Ba.   Why? I can talk and do.

Gov.   That wou'd do excellent.

Ba.   And tell you, only I deserve the Princess,
And make good only I, if you dare, you sir,
Or you Syanas Prince.

Py.   Heres a storm toward,
Methinks it sings already, to him Governor.

Gov.   Here lies my proof. [Draw.

Sy.   And mine.

Gov.   I'll be short with ye,
For these long arguments I was never good at.

Py.   How white the boaster looks!

Enter Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana, Panura.

Ar.   I see he lacks faith.

Ru.   For shame forbear great Princes, rule your angers,
You violate the freedom of this place,
The state and Royalty—

Gov.   He's well contented
It seems, and so I have done.

Ar.   Is this she Signior?

Py.   This is the Princess Sir.

Ar.   She is sweet and goodly,
An admirable form, they have cause to justle.

Quisar.   Ye wrong me and my court, ye forward Princes;
Comes your Love wrapt in Violence to seek us?
Is't fit though you be great, my presence should be
Stain'd, and polluted with your bloody rages?
My privacies affrighted with your Swords?
He that loves me, loves my command; be temper'd,
Or be no more what ye profess, my Servants.

Omnes.   We are calme as peace.

Ar.   What command she carries!
And what a sparkling Majesty flies from her!

Quisar.   Is it ye love to do? ye shall find danger,
And danger that shall start your resolutions,
But not this way; 'tis not contention,
Who loves me to my face best, or who can flatter most
Can carry me, he that deserves my favor,
And will enjoy what I bring, love and Majesty,
Must win me with his worth; must travel for me;
Must put his hasty rage off, and put on
A well confirmed, a temperate, and true valor.

Omnes.   But shew the way.

Quisar.   And will, and then shew you
A will to tread the way, I'll say ye are worthy.

Py.   What task now
Will she turn 'em to? these hot youths,
I fear will find a cooling card, I read in her eyes
Something that has some swinge must flye amongst 'em;
By this hand I love her a little now.

Quisar.   'Tis not unknown to you
I had a royal Brother, now miserable,
And Prisoner to that Man; if I were ambitious,
Gap'd for that glory was n're born with me,
There he should lie his miseries upon him:
If I were covetous, and my heart set
On riches, and those base effects that follow
On pleasures uncontrol'd, or safe revenges,
There he should die, his death [would] give me all these;
For then stood I up absolute to do all;
Yet all these flattering shews of dignity,
These golden dreams of greatness cannot force
To forget nature and my fair affection.
Therefore that Man that would be known my lover,
Must be known his redeemer, and must bring him
Either alive or dead to my embraces.
For even his bones I scorn shall feel such slavery,
Or seek another Mistriss, 'twill be hard
To do this, wondrous hard, a great adventure,
Fit for a spirit of an equal greatness;
But being done, the reward is worthy of it.

Chr.   How they stand gaping all!

Quisar.   Ruy Dias cold?
Not flye like fire into it? may be you doubt me,
He that shall do this is my husband Prince;
By the bright heavens he is, by whose justice
I openly proclaim it; if I lye,
Or seek to set you on with subtilty,
Let that meet with me, and reward my falshood.
No stirring yet, no start into a bravery?

Ruy.   Madam, it may be, but being a main danger,
Your Grace must give me leave to look about me,
And take a little time, the cause will ask it.
Great Acts require great counsels.

Quisar.   Take your pleasure,
I fear the Portugal.

Ba.   I'll raise an Army
That shall bring back [h]is Island, Fort and all,
And fix it here.

Gov.   How long will this be doing?
You should have begun in your Grandfather's days.

Sy.   What may be,
And what my power can promise noblest Lady,
My will I am sure stands fair.

Quisar.   Faire be your fortune,
Few promises are best, and fair performance.

Gov.   These cannot doe,
Their power and arts are weak ones.
'Tis in my will, I have this King your brother,
He is my prisoner, I accept your proffer,
And bless the fair occasion that atchiev'd him:
I love ye, and I honor ye, but speak;
Whether alive or dead he shall be rendred,
And see how readily, how in an instant,
Quick as your wishes Lady—

Quisar.   No, I scorn ye,
You and your courtesie; I hate your love Sir;
And ere I would so basely win his liberty,
I would study to forget he was my brother;
By force he was taken; he that shall enjoy me,
Shall fetch him back by force, or never know me.

Py.   As I live, a rare Wench.

Ar.   She has a noble spirit.

Gov.   By force?

Quisar.   Yes Sir, by force, and make you glad too
To let him goe.

Gov.   How? you may look nobler on me,
And think me no such Boy; by force he must not,
For your love much may be.

Quisar.   Put up your passion,
And pack ye home, I say, by force, and suddenly.
He lies there till he rots else, although I love him
Most tenderly and dearly, as a brother,
And out of these respects would joy to see him;
Yet to receive him as thy courtesie,
With all the honor thou couldst add unto him
From his hands that most hate him, I had rather,
Though no condition were propounded for him,
See him far sunke i'th earth, and there forget him.

Py.   Your hopes are gelt good Governor.

Arm.   A rare Woman.

Gov.   Lady,
I'll pull this pride, I'll quench this bravery,
And turne your glorious scorn to tears and howlings;
I will proud Princess; this neglect of me
Shall make thy brother King most miserable;
Shall turn him into curses 'gainst thy cruelty:
For where before I us'd him like a King,
And did those Royal Offices unto him:
Now he shall lie a sad lump in a dungeon,
Loden with chains and fetters, colds and hunger,
Darkness, and lingring death for his companions;
And let me see who dare attempt his rescue,
What desperate fool? look toward it; farewel,
And when thou know'st him thus, lament thy follies,
Nay I will make thee kneel to take my offer:
Once more farewel, and put thy trust in puppits. [Exit.

Quisar.   If none dare undertake it, I'll live a mourner.

Ba.   You cannot want.

Sy.   You must not.

Ru.   'Tis most dangerous,
And wise men wou'd proceed with care and counsel,
Yet some way would I knew—
Walke with me Gentlemen— [Exeunt. Manent, Arm. and his Comp.

Ar.   How do you like her spirit?

Soz.   'Tis a clear one,
Clog'd with no dirty stuff, she is all pure honor.

Em.   The bravest Wench I ever look'd upon,
And of the strongest parts, she is most fair,
Yet her mind such a mirrour—

Arm.   What an action
Wou'd this be to put forward on, what a glory,
And what an everlasting wealth to end it!
Methinks my soul is strangely rais'd.

Soz.   To step into it,
Just while they think, and ere they have determin'd
To bring the King off.

Ar.   Things have been done as dangerous.

Em.   And prosper'd best when they were least consider'd.

Ar.   Bless me my hopes,
And you my friends assist me.
None but our companions.

Soz.   You deale wisely,
And if we shrink the name of slaves dye with us.

Em.   Stay not for second thoughts.

Ar.   I am determin'd;
And though I lose, it shall be sung, I was valiant,
And my brave offer shall be turn'd to story,
Worthy the Princess tongue. A Boat, that's all
That's unprovided, and habits like to Merchants,
The rest wee'l councel as we goe.

Soz.   Away then,
Fortune looks fair on those, make haste to win her. [Exeunt.

Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Keeper, and 2 or 3 Moores.

Kee.   I Have kept many a Man, and many a great one,
Yet I confess, I nere saw before
A Man of such a sufferance; he lies now
Where I would not lay my dog, for sure 'twould kill him.
Where neither light or comfort can come near him;
Nor air, nor earth that's wholsome; it grieves me
To see a mighty King with all his glory,
Sunk o'th' sudden to the bottome of a dungeon.
Whether should we descend that are poor Rascals
If we had our deserts?

1. Mo.   'Tis a strange wonder,
Load him with Irons, oppress him with contempts,
Which are the Governors commands, give him nothing,
Or so little, to sustain life, 'tis next nothing;
They stir not him, he smiles upon his miseries,
And beares 'em with such strength, as if his nature
Had been nurs'd up, and foster'd with calamities.

2.   He gives no ill words, curses, nor repines not,
Blames nothing, hopes in nothing, we can hear of;
And in the midst of all these frights, fears nothing.

Kee.   I'll be sworne
He fears not, for even when I shake for him,
As many times my pitty will compell me,
When other souls, that bear not half his burthen,
Shrink in their powers, and burst with their oppressions;
Then will he Sing, wooe his afflictions,
And court 'em in sad airs, as if he wou'd wed 'em.

1.   That's more than we have heard yet, we are only
Appointed for his Guard, but not so near him,
If we could hear that wonder—

Kee.   Many times
I fear the Governor should come to know it;
For his voice so affects me, so delights me,
That when I find his hour, I have Musick ready,
And it stirs me infinitely, be but still and private,
And you may chance to hear.
[King appears loden with chains, his head, and armes only above.

2.   We will not stir, Sir;
This is a sudden change, but who dares blame it.

Kee.   Now hark and melt, for I am sure I shall;
Stand silent, what stubborn weight of chains—

1.   Yet he looks temperately.

2.   His eyes not sunk, and his complexion firm still,
No wildness, no distemper'd touch upon him,
How constantly he smiles, and how undanted!
With what a Majesty he heaves his head up! [Musick.

Kee.   Now marke, I know he will sing; do not disturb him.
Your allowance from the Governor, wou'd it were more sir,
Or in my power to make it hansomer.

Kin.   Do not transgress thy charge, I take his bounty,
And fortune, whilst I bear a mind contented
Not leaven'd with the glory I am falen from,
Nor hang upon vain hopes, that may corrupt me.

Enter Governor.

Gov.   Thou art my slave, and I appear above thee.

Kee.   The Governor himself.

Gov.   What, at your banquet?
And in such state, and with such change of service?

Kin.   Nature's no glutton, Sir, a little serves her.

Gov.   This diet's holsome then.

Kin.   I beg no better.

Gov.   A calm contented mind, give him less next;
These full meals will oppress his health, his Grace
Is of a tender, and pure constitution,
And such repletions—

Kin.   Mock, mock, it moves not me sir,
Thy mirths, as do thy mischiefs, flie behind me.

Gov.   Ye carry it handsomely, but tell me patience,
Do not you curse the brave and royal Lady
Your gracious sister? do not you damn her pitty,
Damn twenty times a day, and damn it seriously?
Do not you swear aloud too, cry and kick?
The very soul sweat in thee with the agony
Of her contempt of me? Couldst not thou eat her
For being so injurious to thy fortune,
Thy fair and happy fortune? Couldst not thou wish her
A Bastard, or a Whore, fame might proclame her;
Black ugly fame, or that thou hadst had no sister?
Spitting the general name out, and the nature;
Blaspheming heaven for making such a mischief;
For giving power to pride, and will to Woman?

Kin.   No Tyrant, no, I bless and love her for it;
And though her scorn of thee, had laid up for me
As many plagues as the corrupted air breeds,
As many mischiefs as the hours have minutes,
As many formes of Death, as doubt can figure;
Yet I should love [her] more still, and more honor her;
All thou canst lay upon me, cannot bend me,
No not the stroke of death, that I despise too:
For if fear could possess me, thou hadst won me;
As little from this hour I prize thy flatteries,
And less than those thy prayers, though thou wouldst kneel to me;
And if she be not Mistriss of this nature,
She is none of mine, no kin, and I contemne her.

Gov.   Are you so valiant sir?

Kin.   Yes, and so fortunate;
For he that holds his constancy still conquers;
Hadst thou preserv'd me as a noble enemy,
And as at first, made my restraint seem to me
But only as the shadow of captivity,
I had still spoke thee noble, still declar'd thee
A valiant, great, and worthy man, still lov'd thee,
And still prefer'd thy fair love to my sister;
But to compell this from me with a misery,
A most inhumane, and unhandsome slavery—

Gov.   You will relent for all this talk I fear not,
And put your wits a work agen.

Kin.   You are cozen'd;
Or if I were so weak to be wrought to it,
So fearful to give way to so much poverty,
How I should curse her heart if she consented!

Gov.   You shall write, and entreat, or—

Kin.   Do thy utmost,
And e'en in all thy tortures I'll laugh at thee,
I'll think thee no more valiant, but a villain;
Nothing thou hast done brave, but like a thief,
Atchiev'd by craft, and kept by cruelty;
Nothing thou canst deserve, thou art unhonest;
Nor no way live to build a Name, thou art barbarous.

Gov.   Down with him low enough, there let him murmur,
And see his diet be so light and little,
He grow not thus high hearted on't, I will coole ye,
And make ye cry for mercy, and be ready
To work my ends, and willingly; and your sister taken down,
Your scornful, cruel sister shall repent too,
And sue to me for grace.
Give him no liberty,
But let his bands be doubled, his ease lessened;
Nothing his heart desires, but vex and torture him:
Let him not sleep, nothing that's dear to nature
Let him enjoy; yet take heed that he dye not;
Keep him as near death, and as willing to embrace it,
But see he arrive not at it; I will humble him.
And her stout heart that stands on such defiance;
And let me see her champions that dare venture
Her high and mighty wooers, keep your guards close,
And as you love your lives be diligent.
And what I charge, observe.

Omnes.   We shall be dutiful.

Gov.   I'll pull your courage King, and all your bravery. [Exit Gov.

1.   Most certain he is resolved nothing can stir him;
For if he had but any part about him
Gave way to fear or hope, he durst not talk thus,
And do thus stoutly too, as willingly,
And quietly he sunk down to his sorrows,
As some men [to] their sleeps.

Keep.   Yes, and sleeps with e'm;
So little he regards them, there's the wonder,
And often soundly sleeps, wou'd I durst pity him,
Or wou'd it were in my will, but we are servants,
And tied unto command.

2.   I wish him better,
But much I fear h'as found his tombe already,
We must observe our guards.

1.   He cannot last long,
And when he is dead, he is free.

Kee.   That's the most cruelty,
That we must keep him living.

2.   That's as he please;
For that Man that resolves, needs no Phisitian. [Exeunt.

Enter Armusia, Soza, Emanuel like Merchants, arm'd underneath.

Arm.   Our prosperous passage was an omen to us,
A lucky and a fair omen.

Omnes.   We believe it.

Ar.   The Sea and Wind strove who should most befriend us,
And as they favour'd our design, and lov'd us,
So lead us forth—Where lies the Boat that brought us?

Soz.   Safe lodg'd within the Reeds, close by the Castle,
That no eye can suspect, nor thought come near it.

Em.   But where have you been, brave sir?

Ar.   I have broke the Ice Boyes:
I have begun the game, fair fortune guide it,
Suspectless have I travell'd all the Town through,
And in this Merchants shape won much acquaintance,
Survey'd each strength and place that may befriend us,
View'd all his Magazines, got perfect knowledge
Of where the Prison is, and what power guards it.

Soz.   These will be strong attempts.

Ar.   Courage is strong:
What we beg[a]n with policy, my dear friends,
Let's end with manly force; there's no retiring,
Unless it be with shame.

Em.   Shame his that hopes it.

Ar.   Better a few, and clearer fame will follow us,
However, lose or win, and speak our memories,
Than if we led our Armies; things done thus,
And of this noble weight, will stile us worthies.

Soz.   Direct, and we have done, bring us to execute,
And if we flinch, or fail—

Ar.   I am sure ye dare not.
Then farther know, and let no ear be near us,
That may be false.

Em.   Speak boldly on, we are honest;
Our lives and fortunes yours.

Ar.   Hard by the place then
Where all his Treasure lies, his Armes, his Women,
Close by the Prison too where he keeps the King,
I have hir'd a lodging, as a Trading Merchant,
A Celler to that too, to stow my Wares in,
The very Wall of which, joynes to his store-house.

Soz.   What of all this?

Ar.   Ye are dull, if ye apprehend not:
Into that Cellar, elected friends, I have convey'd,
And unsuspected too, that that will do it;
That that will make all shake, and smoak too.

Em.   Ha?

Ar.   My thoughts have not been idle, nor my practice:
The fire I brought here with me shall do something,
Shall burst into material flames, and bright ones,
That all the Island shall stand wondring at it,
As if they had been stricken with a Comet:
Powder is ready, and enough to work it,
The Match is left a-fire, all, all husht, and lockt close,
No man suspecting what I am but Merchant:
An hour hence, my brave friends, look for the fury,
The fire to light us to our honour'd purpose,
For by that time 'twill take.

Soz.   What are our duties?

Ar.   When all are full of fear and fright, the Governor
Out of his wits, to see the flames so imperious,
Ready to turn to ashes all he worships,
And all the people there to stop these ruins,
No man regarding any private office;
Then flie we to the prison suddenly,
Here's one has found the way, and dares direct us.

Em.   Then to our swords and good hearts,
I long for it.

Ar.   Certain we shall not find much opposition,
But what is must be forced.

Soz.   'Tis bravely cast Sir,
And surely too I hope.

Ar.   If the fire fail not,
And powder hold his nature, some must presently
Upon the first cry of th' amazed people,
(For nothing will be markt then, but the misery)
Be ready with the boat upon an instant,
And then all's right and fair.

Em.   Bless us dear fortune.

Ar.   Let us be worthy of it in our courage,
And fortune must befriend us, come all sever,
But keep still within sight, when the flame rises
Let's meet, or either doe, or dye.

Soz.   So be it. [Exeunt.

Enter Governor, and Captain.

Gov.   No Captain, for those Troops we need 'em not,
The Town is strong enough to stand their furies;
I wou'd see 'em come, and offer to do something.
They are high in words.

Cap.   'Tis safer Sir then doing.

Gov.   Dost think they dare attempt?

Cap.   May be by Treaty,
But sure by force they will not prove so froward.

Gov.   No faith, I warrant thee, they know me well enough
And know they have no Child in hand to play with:
They know my nature too, I have bit some of 'em,
And to the bones, they have reason to remember me,
It makes me laugh to think how glorious
The fools are in their promises, and how pregnant
Their wits and powers are to bring things to pass;
Am I not grown lean with loss of sleep and care
To prevent these threatnings, Captain?

Cap.   You look well Sir:
Upon my conscience you are not like to sicken
Upon any such conceit.

Gov.   I hope I shall not:
Well, wou'd I had this Wench, for I must have her,
She must be mine; and there's another charge Captain;
What betwixt love and brawling I got nothing,
All goes in maintenance—
Heark, What was that, [The Train takes.
That noise there? it went with a violence.

Cap.   Some old wall belike Sir,
That had no neighbor help to hold it up,
Is fallen suddenly.

Gov.   I must discard these Rascals,
That are not able to maintain their buildings,
They blur the beauty of the Town.

Within.   Fire, Fire.

Gov.   I hear another tune, good Captain,
It comes on fresher still, 'tis loud and fearful,
Look up into the Town, how bright the ayr shewes;
Upon my life some sudden fire. [Ex. Cap.
The bell too? [Bell Rings.
I hear the noise more clear.

Enter Citizen.

Cit.   Fire, fire.

Gov.   Where? where?

Cit.   Suddenly taken in a Merchan[t]s house sir,
Fearful and high it blazes; help good people.

Gov.   Pox o'their paper-houses, how they smother,
They light like Candles, how the rore still rises!

Enter Captain.

Cap.   Your Magazine's a fire Sir, help, help suddenly,
The Castle too is in danger, in much danger,
All will be lost, get the people presently,
And all that are your Guard, and all help, all hands Sir,
Your wealth, your strength, is burnt else, the Town perisht;
The Castle now begins to flame.

Gov.   My soul shakes.

Cap.   A Merchants house next joyning? shame light on him,
That ever such a neighbour, such a villain—

Gov.   Raise all the Garrison, and bring 'em up.

Enter other Citizens.

And beat the people forward—Oh I have lost all
In one house, all my hopes: good worthy Citizens
Follow me all, and all your powers give to me,
I will reward you all. Oh cursed fortune—
The flame's more violent: arise still, help, help, Citizens,
Freedom and wealth to him that helps: follow, oh follow.
Fling wine, or any thing, I'll see't recompenc'd.
Buckets, more Buckets; fire, fire, fire. [Ex. omnes.

Enter Armusia, and his company.

Arm.   Let it flame on, a comely light it gives up
To our discovery.

Soz.   Heark, what a merry cry
These hounds make! forward fairly,
We are not seen in the mist, we are not noted. Away,
Away. Now if we lose our fortune— [Exit.

Enter Captain and Citizens.

Cap.   Up Soldiers, up, and deal like men.

Cit.   More water, more water, all is consum'd else.

Cap.   All's gone, unless you undertake it straight, your
Wealth too, that must preserve, and pay your labor bravely.
Up, up, away. [Ex. Cap. and Cit. Then,

Enter Armusia and his company breaking open a Doore.

Ar.   So, thou art open, keep the way clear
Behind still. Now for the place.

Sold.   'Tis here Sir.

Ar.   Sure this is it.
Force ope the doore—A miserable creature!
Yet by his manly face— [The King discovered.

Kin.   Why stare ye on me?
You cannot put on faces to afright me:
In death I am a King still, and contemne ye:
Where is that Governor? Methinks his Man-hood
Should be well pleas'd to see my Tragedy,
And come to bath his stern eyes in my sorrows;
I dare him to the sight, bring his scorns with him,
And all his rugged threats: here's a throat, soldiers;
Come, see who can strike deepest.

Em.   Break the Chain there.

Kin.   What does this mean?

Ar.   Come, talke of no more Governors,
He has other business, Sir, put your Legs forward,
And gather up your courage like a Man,
Wee'll carry off your head else: we are friends,
And come to give your sorrows ease.

Soz.   On bravely;
Delayes may lose agen.

Enter Guard.

Ar.   The Guard.

Soz.   Upon 'em.

Ar.   Make speedy, and sure work.

Em.   They flie.

Ar.   Up with him, and to the Boat; stand fast, now be speedy;
When this heat's past, wee'll sing our History.
Away, like thoughts, sudden as desires, friends;
Now sacred chance be ours.

Soz.   Pray when we have done, Sir. [Exeunt.

Enter 3 or 4 Citizens severally.

1.   What is the fire allaid?

2.   'Tis out, 'tis out,
Or past the worst, I never did so stoutly
I'll assure you neighbours since I was a Man:
I have been burnt at both ends like a squib:
I liv'd two hours in the' fire, 'twas a hideous matter;
But when men of understanding come about it,
Men that judge of things, my Wife gave me over,
And took her leave a hundred times, I bore up still,
And tost the Buckets Boys.

3.   We are all meere Martins.

1.   I heard a voice at latter end o'th hurry,
Or else I dreamt I heard it, that said Treason.

2.   'Tis like enough, it might cry Murder too, for there was
Many without a joint, but what's that to us: Let's home
And fright our Wives, for we look like Devils.

Enter 3 Women.

3.   Here come some of 'em to fright us.

1 W.   Mine's alive neighbor—oh sweet hony husband.

2.   Thou liest, I think abominably, and thou hadst been
In my place, thou wouldst have stunk at both ends.
Get me some drink, give me whole Tuns of drink,
Whole cisterns; for I have four dozen of fine firebrands
In my belly, I have more smoke in my mouth, than would
Blote a hundred Herrings.

2 Wo.   Art thou come safe agen?

3 Wo.   I pray you what became of my man, is he in a Well?

2.   At hearts ease in a Well, is very well neighbor;
We left him drinking of a new dozen of Buckets;
Thy husbands happy, he was through roasted,
And now he's basting of himself at all points:
The Clark and he are cooling their pericraniums;
Body [O] me neighbors there's fire in my Codpiece.

1 Wo.   Bless my Husband.

2.   Blow it out Wife—blow, blow, the gable end a'th' store-house.

Women.   Some water, water, water.

3.   Peace, 'tis but a sparkle;
Raise not the Town again, 'twill be a great hindrance,
I'm glad 'tis out, and't had ta'en in my Hay-loft?
What frights are [t]hese, marry heaven bless thy modicum.

3 Wo.   But is a drown'd outright, pray put me out of
Fear neighbor.

2.   Thou wouldst have it so, but after a hundred fires
More, he'll live to see thee burnt for brewing musty
Liquor.

1.   Come, let's go neighbor.

2.   For I would very fain turn down this liquor;
Come, come, I fry like a burnt mary-bone:
Women get you afore, and draw upon us;
Run wenches, run, and let your Taps run with ye;
Run as the fire were in your tails, cry Ale, Ale.

Wom.   Away, let's nourish the poor wretches.

2.   We'll rallie up the rest of the burnt Regiment.

Enter Governor, Captain, Soldier, and Guard.

Gov.   The fire's quencht Captain, but the mischief hangs still;
The King's redeem'd, and gone too; a trick, a dam'd one:
Oh I am overtaken poorly, tamely.

Cap.   Where were the guard that waited upon the prison?

Sol.   Most of'em slain, yet some scap'd, Sir, and they deliver,
They saw a little boat ready to receive him,
And those redeem'd him, making such haste and fighting;
Fighting beyond the force of men.

Gov.   I am lost Captain,
And all the world will laugh at this, and scorn me:
Count me a heavy sleepy fool, a coward,
A coward past recovery, a confirm'd coward,
One without carriage, or common sense.

Sol.   Hee's gon Sir,
And put to Sea amaine, past our recovery,
Not a Boat ready to pursue; if there were any,
The people stand amazed so at their valor,
And the sudden fright of fire, none knows to execute.

Gov.   Oh, I could tear my limbs, and knock my boys brains
'Gainst every post I meet; fool'd with a fire?

Cap.   It was a crafty trick.

Gov.   No, I was lazy,
Confident sluggish lazie, had I but met 'em
And chang'd a dozen blowes, I had forgiv'n 'em,
By both these hands held up, and by that brightness
That gildes the world with light, by all our worships,
The hidden ebbes and flowes of the blew Ocean,
I will not rest; no mirth shall dwell upon me,
Wine touch my mouth, nor any thing refresh me,
Till I be wholly quit of this dishonor:
Make ready my Barrato's instantly,
And what I shall intend—

Cap.   We are your servants. [Exeunt.

Enter Quisara, Ruy Dyas.

Quisar.   Never tell me, you never car'd to win me,
Never for my sake to attempt a deed,
Might draw me to a thought, you sought my favor:
If not for love of me, for love of armes Sir,
For that cause you profess, for love of honor,
Of which you stile your self the mighty Master,
You might have stept out nobly, and made an offer,
As if you had intended something excellent,
Put on a forward face.

Ru.   Dear Lady hold me—

Quisar.   I hold ye, as I find ye, a faint servant.

Ru.   By —— I dare doe—

Quisar.   In a Ladies chamber
I dare believe ye, there's no mortal danger:
Give me the man that dares do, to deserve that:
I thought you Portugals had been rare wonders,
Men of those haughty courages and credits,
That all things were confin'd within your promises,
The Lords of fate and fortune I believ'd ye,
But well I see I am deceiv'd Ruy Dias,
And blame, too late, my much beliefe.

Ru. I am asham'd, Lady,
I was so dull, so stupid to your offer:
Now you have once more school'd me, I am right,
And something shall be thought on suddenly,
And put in Act as soon, some preparation—

Quisar.   And give it out?

Ru.   Yes, Lady, and so great too;
In which, the noise of all my Countrey-men—

Quisar.   Those will do well, for they are all approv'd ones,
And though he be restor'd alive.

Ru.   I have ye.

Quisar.   For then we are both servants.

Ru.   I conceive ye,
Good Madam give me leave to turn my fancies.

Quis.   Do, and make all things fit, and then I'll visit you. [Ex.

Ru.   My self, the Cozen, and the Garrison,
The neighbors of the out-Isles of our Nation,
Syana's   strength, for I can humor him:
And proud Bekamus, I shall deceive his glory. [A shout.
What ringing sound of joy is this? whence comes it?
May be the Princes are in sport.

Enter Pyniero, Christoph.

Py.   Where are ye?

Ru.   Now Pyniero, What's the haste you seek me?

Py.   Doe you know this sign Sir?

Ru.   Ha!

Py.   Do you know this embleme:
Your nose is boar'd.

Ru.   Boar'd? What's that?

Py.   Y'are topt Sir:
The King's come home again, the King.

Ru.   The Devil!

Py.   Nay sure he came a Gods name home:
He's return'd Sir.

Christ.   And all this joy ye hear—

Ru.   Who durst attempt him?
The Princes are all here.

Chry.   They are worthy Princes,
They are special Princes, all they love by ounces.
Believe it Sir, 'tis done, and done most bravely and easily.
What fortune have ye lost Sir?
What justice have ye now unto this Lady?

Py.   How stands your claim?
That ever Man should be fool'd so,
When he should do and prosper; stand protesting,
Kissing the hand, and farting for a favor,
When he should be about his business sweating;
She bid you go, and pickt you out a purpose,
To make your self a fortune by, a Lady, a Lady, and a lusty one,
A lovely, that now you may go look, she pointed ye,
Knowing you were a man of worth and merit,
And bid you fly, you have made a fair flight on't,
You have caught a Goose.

Ru.   How dare you thus molest me? [A shout.
It cannot be.

Chr.   Heark how the general joy rings!

Py.   Have you your hearing left? Is not that drunk too?
For if you had been sober, you had been wise sure.

Ru.   Done? Who dares do?

Py.   It seems an honest fellow,
That has ended his Market before you be up.

Chr.   The shame on't 's a stranger too.

Py.   'Tis no shame,
He took her at her word, and tied the bargain,
Dealt like a man indeed, stood not demurring,
But clapt close to the cause, as he will do to the Lady:
'Is a fellow of that speed and handsomness,
He will get her with child too, ere you shall come to know him,
Is it not brave, a gentleman scarce landed,
Scarce eating of the air here, not acquainted,
No circumstance of love depending on him,
Nor no command to shew him, must start forth,
At the first sight to—

Ru.   I am undone.

Py.   Like an Oyster:
She neither taking view, nor value of him,
Unto such deeds as these—Pox o' these,
These wise delayings—
They make men cowards.
You are undone as a man would undoe an egge,
A hundred shames about ye.

Enter Quisara, Panura, and Traine.

Quisar.   Can it be possible,
A stranger that I have not known, not seen yet,
A man I never grac'd; O Captain, Captain,
What shall I do? I am betray'd by fortune,
It cannot be, it must not be.

Py.   It is Lady,
And by my faith a hansome Gentleman;
'Tis his poor Schollers prize.

Quisar.   Must I be given
Unto a Man I never saw, ne're spoke with,
I know not of what Nation?

Py.   Is a Portugal,
And of as good a pitch he will be giv'n to you Lady,
For he's given much to hansome flesh.

Quisar.   Oh Ruy Dias,
This was your sloth, your sloth, your sloth Ruy Dias.

Py.   Your love sloth; Unckle do you find it now?
You should have done at first, and faithfully: [A shout.
And then th'other had lyed ready for ye;
Madam, the general joy comes.

Quisar.   We must meet it—but with what comfort?

Enter Citizens carrying boughs, boyes singing after 'em; Then   King, Armusia, Soza, Emanuel; The Princes and train following.

Quisar.   Oh my dear brother, what a joy runs through me,
To see you safe again, your self, and mighty,
What a blest day is this!

Kin.   Rise up fair Sister,
I am not welcome till you have embraced me.

Ru.   A general gladness sir flies through the City,
And mirth possesses all to see your Grace arrive,
Thus happily arriv'd again, and fairly;
'Twas a brave venture who so e'er put for it,
A high and noble one, worthy much honor;
And had it fail'd, we had not fail'd great Sir,
And in short time too, to have forc'd the Governor,
In spight of all his threats.

Kin.   I thank ye Gentleman.

Ru.   And all his subtilties to set you free,
With all his heart and will too.

Kin.   I know ye love me.

Py.   This had been good with something done before it,
Something set off to beautifie it, now it sounds empty, like
A Barbers bason, pox there's no metall in't, no noble marrow.

Ba.   I have an Army Sir, but that the Governor,
The foolish fellow was a little provident,
And wise in letting slip no time, became him too,
That would have scour'd him else, and all his confines;
That would have rung him such a peal—

Py.   Yes backward,
To make dogs houl, I know thee to a farthing,
Thy Army's good for Hawks, there's
Nothing but sheeps hearts in it.

Sy.   I have done nothing Sir, therefore
I think it convenient I say little what I purposed,
And what my love intended.

Kin.   I like your modesty,
And thank ye royal friends, I know it griev'd ye
To know my misery; but this man, Prince[s],
I must thank heartily, indeed, and treuly,
For this Man saw me in't, and redeemed me:
He lookt upon me sinking, and then caught me.
This Sister this, this all Man, this all valor,
This pious Man.

Ru.   My countenance, it shames me,
One scarce arriv'd, not harden'd yet, not
Read in dangers and great deeds, sea-sick, not season'd—
Oh I have boy'd my self.

Kin.   This noble bulwark,
This launce and honor of our age and Kingdome;
This that I never can reward, nor hope
To be once worthy of the name of friend to,
This, this Man from the bowels of my sorrows
Has new begot my name, and once more made me:
Oh sister, if there may be thanks for this,
Or any thing near recompence invented.

Ar.   You are too noble Sir, there is reward
Above my action too by millions:
A recompence so rich and glorious,
I durst not dreame it mine, but that 'twas promised;
But that it was propounded, sworn and sealed
Before the face of Heaven, I durst not hope it,
For nothing in the life of man, or merit,
It is so truly great, can else embrace it.

Kin.   O speak it, speak it, bless mine ears to hear it,
Make me a happy man, to know it may be,
For still methinks I am a prisoner,
And feel no liberty before I find it.

Ar.   Then know it is your sister, she is mine Sir,
I claime her by her own word, and her honor;
It was her open promise to that Man
That durst redeeme ye; Beauty set me on,
And fortune crowns me fair, if she receive me.

Kin.   Receive ye, Sir—why Sister—ha—so backward,
Stand as you knew me not? nor what he has ventured?
My dearest Sister.

Ar.   Good Sir pardon me,
There is a blushing modesty becomes her,
That holds her back; Women are nice to wooe Sir;
I would not have her forc'd; give her fair liberty;
For things compell'd and frighted, of soft natures,
Turn into fears, and flie from their own wishes.

Kin.   Look on him my Quisara, such another,
Oh all ye powers, so excellent in nature!
In honor so abundant!—

Quisar.   I confess Sir,
Confess my word is past too, he has purchased;
Yet good Sir give me leave to think; but time
To be acquainted with his worth and person;
To make me fit to know it; we are both strangers,
And how we should believe so suddenly,
Or come to fasten our affections—
Alas, love has his complements.

Kin.   Be sudden
And certain in your way, no woman[s] doubles,
Nor coy delayes, you are his, and so assure it,
Or cast from me and my remembrance ever;
Respect your word, I know you will, come Sister,
Lets see what welcome you can give a prisoner,
And what fair looks a friend—Oh my most noble
Princes, no discontents, but all be lusty,
He that frowns this day is an open enemy:
Thus in my armes my dear.

Ar.   You make me blush Sir.

Kin.   And now lead on—
Our whole Court crown'd with pleasure.

Ru.   Madam, despair not, something shall be done yet,
And suddenly, and wisely.

Quisar.   O Ruy Dias. [Ex.

Py.   Well, he's a brave fellow, and he has deserv'd her richly;
And you have had your hands full I dare swear Gentlemen.

Soz.   We have done something, Sir, if it hit right.

Ch.   The woman has no eyes else, nor no honesty,
So much I think.

Py.   Come, let's goe bounce amongst 'em,
To the Kings health, and my brave Country-mans.
My Unckle looks as though he were sick oth'
Worms friends. [Exeunt.

Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.

Enter Pyniero.

Mine Unckle haunts me up and down, looks melancholy,
Wondrous proof melancholy, sometimes swears
Then whistles, starts, cries, and groans, as if he had the Bots,
As to say truth, I think h'as little better,
A[n]d we'd fain speak; bids me good morrow at midnight,
And good night when 'tis noon, has something hovers
About his brains, that would fain find an issue,
But cannot out, or dares not: still he follows.

Enter Ruy Dyas.

How he looks still, and how he beats about,
Like an old dog at a dead scent! I marry,
There was a sigh wou'd a set a ship a sailing:
These winds of love and honor, blow at all ends.
Now speak and't be thy Will: good morrow Uncle.

Ru.   Good morrow Sir.

Py.   This is a new salute:
Sure h'as forgot me: this is pur-blind Cupid.

Ru.   My Nephew?

Py.   Yes Sir, if I be not chang'd.

Ru.   I wou'd fain speak with you.

Py.   I wou'd fain have ye, Sir,
For to that end I stay.

Ru.   You know I love ye,
And I have lov'd ye long, my dear Pyniero,
Bred and supply'd you.

Py.   Whither walks this Preamble?

Ru.   You may remember, though I am but your Uncle,
I sure had a father's care, a father's tenderness.

Py.   Sure he would wrap me into something now suddenly,
He doubts my nature in, for mine is honest,
He winds about me so.

Ru.   A fathers diligence.
My private benefits I have forgot, Sir,
But those you might lay claim to as my follower;
Yet some men wou'd remember—

Py.   I do daily.

Ru.   The place which I have put ye in, which is no weak one,
Next to my self you stand in all employments,
Your counsels, cares, assignments with me equal,
So is my study still to plant your person;
These are small testimonies I have not forgot ye,
Nor wou'd not be forgotten.

Pyn.   Sure you cannot.

Ru.   Oh Pyniero—

Pyn.   Sir, what hangs upon you,
What heavy weight oppresses ye, ye have lost,
(I must confess, in those that understand ye)
Some little of your credit, but time will cure that;
The best may slip sometimes.

Ru.   Oh my best Nephew—

Pyn.   It may be ye fear her too, that disturbs ye,
That she may fall her self, or be forc'd from ye.

Ru.   She is ever true, but I undone for ever.
Oh that Armusia, that new thing, that stranger,
That flag stuck up to rob me of mine honor;
That murd'ring chain shot at me from my Countrey:
That goodly plague that I must court to kill me.

Pyn.   Now it comes flowing from him, I fear'd this,
Knew, he that durst be idle, durst be ill too,
Has he not done a brave thing?

Ru.   I must confess it Nephew, must allow it,
But that brave thing has undone me, has sunk me,
Has trod me like a name in sand, to nothing,
Hangs betwixt hope and me, and threatens my ruin;
And if he rise and blaze, farewel my fortune;
And when that's set, where's thy advancement, Cosin?
That were a friend, that were a noble kinsman,
That would consider these; that man were grateful;
And he that durst do something here, durst love me.

Pyn.   You say true, 'tis worth consideration,
Your reasons are of weight, and mark me Uncle,
For I'll be sudden, and to th' purpose with you.
Say this Armusia, then were taken off,
As it may be easily done,
How stands the woman?

Ru.   She is mine for ever;
For she contemns his deed and him.

Pyn.   Pox on him.
Or if the single pox be not sufficient,
The hogs, the dogs, the devils pox possess him:
'Faith this Armusia stumbles me, 'tis a brave fellow;
And if he could be spared Uncle—

Ru.   I must perish:
Had he set up at any rest but this,
Done any thing but what concern'd my credit,
The everlasting losing of my worth—

Pyn.   I understand you now, who set you on too.
I had a reasonable good opinion of the devil
Till this hour; and I see he is a knave indeed,
An arrant, stinking knave, for now I smell him;
I'll see what may be done then, you shall know
You have a kinsman, but no villain Uncle,
Nor no betrayer of fair fame, I scorn it;
I love and honor virtue; I must have
Access unto the Lady to know her mind too,
A good word from her mouth you know may stir me;
A Ladies look at setting on—

Ru.   You say well,
Here Cosin, here's a Letter ready for you,
And you shall see how nobly she'll receive you,
And with what [c]are direct.

Pyn.   Farewel then Uncle,
After I have talk'd with her, I am your servant,
To make you honest if I can—else hate you.
Pray ye no more compliments, my head is busie, heaven bless me;
What a malicious soul does this man carry!
And to what scurvy things this love converts us!
What stinking things, and how sweetly they become us!
Murther's a moral virtue with these Lovers,
A special piece of Divinity, I take it:
I may be mad, or violently drunk.
Which is a whelp of that litter; or I may be covetous,
And learn to murther mens estates, that's base too;
Or proud, but that's a Paradise to this;
Or envious, and sit eating of my self
At others fortunes; I may lye, and damnably,
Beyond the patience of an honest hearer;
Cosin, Cutpurses, sit i'th' Stocks for apples.
But when I am a Lover, Lord have mercy,
These are poor pelting sins, or rather plagues,
Love and Ambition draw the devils Coach.