Chapter XI: Part 11

_Alph._ Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much:
But here we came Sir to this Town together,
Both in one business, and one wrong, engag'd,
To seek one _Leonardo_, an old _Genoese_,
I ha' said enough there; would you more? false father
Of a false son, call'd _Mark-antonio_,
Who had stole both our Daughters; and which Father
Conspiring with his Son in treachery,
It seem'd, to flie our satisfaction,
Was, as we heard, come private to this Town
Here to take ship for _Italy_.

_Leo._ You heard
More than was true then: by the fear, or falshood,
And though I thought not to reveal my self
(Pardon my manners in't to you) for some
Important reasons; yet being thus character'd
And challeng'd, know I dare appear, and doe
To who dares threaten.

_Mar._ I say he is not worthy
The name of man, or any honest preface,
That dares report or credit such a slander.
Do you Sir say it?

_Alph._ I doe say it.

_Gov._ Hold.
Is this your father Signior _Mark-antonio_?
You have ill requited me thus to conceal him
From him would honor him, and do him service.

_Enter_ Eugenia.

_Leon._ 'Twas not his fault Sir.

_Eug._ Where's my Lord?

_Gov._ Sweet-heart.

_Eug._ Know you these Gentlemen? they are all the fathers
Unto our friends.

_Gov._ So it appears my Dove.

_Sanch._ Sir, I say nothing: I do want a Sword.
And till I have a Sword I will say nothing.

_Eug._ Good Sir, command these Gentlemen their Arms;
Entreat 'em as your friends, not as your prisoners.
Where be their Swords?

_Gov._ Restore each man his weapon.

_Sanch._ It seems thou hast not read _Caranza_, fellow
I must have reparation of honor,
As well as this: I find that wounded.

_Gov._ Sir,
I did not know your quality, if I had
'Tis like I should have done you more respects.

_Sanch._ It is sufficient, by _Caranza's_ rule.

_Eug._ I know it is Sir.

_Sanch._ Have you read _Caranza_ Lady?

_Eug._ If you mean him that writ upon the Duel,
He was my kinsman.

_Sanch._ Lady, then you know
By the right noble writings of your kinsman,
My honor is as dear to me, as the Kings.

_Eug._ 'Tis very true Sir.

_Sanch._ Therefore [I] must crave
Leave to go on now with my first dependance.

_Eug._ What ha' you more?

_Gov._ None here good Signior.

_Sanch._ I will, refer me to _Caranza_ still.

_Eug._ Nay love, I prethee let me manage this.
With whom is't Sir?

_Sanch._ With that false man _Alphonso_.

_Eug._ Why he has th' advantage Sir, in legs.

_Sanch._ But I
In truth, in hand and heart, and a good Sword.

_Eug._ But how if he will not stand you Sir?

_Alph._ For that,
Make it no question Lady, I will stick
My feet in earth down by him, where he dare.

_Sanch._ O would thou wouldst.

_Alph._ I'll do't.

_Sanch._ Let me kiss him.
I fear thou wilt not yet.

_Eug._ Why Gentlemen,
If you'll proceed according to _Caranza_,
Methinks an easier way, were [two] good chairs,
So you would be content Sir, to be bound,
'Cause he is lame? I'll fit you with like weapons,
Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. If
The difference between you be so mortal,
It cannot be tane up.

_Sanch._ Tane up? take off
This head first.

_Alph._ Come bind me in a chair.

_Eug._ Yes, do.

_Gait._ What mean you, Dove.

_Eug._ Let me alone,
And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' done
Lend me two Ponyards; I'll have Pistols ready
Quickly. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Philippo.

_Phi._ She is not here _Mark-antonio_,
Saw you not _Leocadia_?

_Mar._ Not I brother.

_Phi._ Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her.

_Mar._ I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it?

_Phi._ You were not worthy of her.

_Mar._ May be I was not;
But 'tis not well, you tell me so.

_Phi._ My Sister
Is not so fair.

_Mar._ It skils not.

_Phi._ Nor so virtuous.

_Mar._ Yes, she must be as virtuous.

_Phi._ I would fain--

_Mar._ What brother?

_Phi._ Strike you.

_Mar._ I shall not bear strokes,
Though I do these strange words.

_Phi._ Will you not kill me?

_Mar._ For what good brother?

_Phi._ Why, for speaking well
Of _Leocadia_.

_Mar._ No indeed.

_Phi._ Nor ill
Of _Theodosia_?

_Enter_ Eugenia, Leocadia, Theodosia, _and one with two Pistols_.

_Mar._ Neither.

_Phi._ Fare you well then.

_Eug._ Nay, you shall have as noble seconds too
As ever Duelists had; give 'em their weapons:
Now _St. Jago_.

_Sanch._ Are they charg'd?

_Eug._ Charg'd Sir?
I warrant you.

_Alph._ Would they were well discharg'd.

_Sanch._ I like a Sword much better I confess.

_Eug._ Nay, wherefore stay you? shall I mend your mark?
Strike one another, thorough these?

_Phi._ My love.

_Alph._ My _Theodosia_.

_Sanch._ I ha' not the heart.

_Alph._ Nor I.

_Eug._ Why here is a dependence ended.
Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to you
Your Sons and Daughters, and be friends. A feast
Waits you within, is better than your fray:
Lovers, take you your own, and all forbear
Under my roof, either to blush or fear.
My love, what say you? could _Caranza_ himself
Carry a business better?

_Gov._ It is well:
All are content I hope, and we well eas'd.
If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd. [_Exeunt._

Prologue.

_To this place Gentlemen, full many a day_
_We have bid ye welcome; and to many a Play:_
_And those whose angry souls were not diseas'd_
_With Law, or lending Money, we have pleas'd;_
_And make no doubt to do again. This night_
_No mighty matter, nor no light,_
_We must intreat you look for: A good tale,_
_Told in two hours, we will not fail_
_If we be perfect, to rehearse ye: New_
_I am sure it is, and handsome; but how true_
_Let them dispute that writ it. Ten to one_
_We please the Women, and I would know that man_
_Follows not their example? If ye mean_
_To know the Play well, travel with the Scene._
_For it lies upon the Road; if we chance tire,_
_As ye are good men, leave us not i'th' mire,_
_Another bait may mend us: If you grow_
_A little gall'd or weary; cry but hoa,_
_And we'll stay for ye. When our journey ends_
_Every mans Pot I hope, and all part friends._

THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE.

A Tragedy.

* * * * *

The Persons Represented in the Play.

Ferrand, _The libidinous Tyrant of_ Naples.
Virolet, _A noble Gent, studious of his Countries freedom._
Brissonet, Camillo, _Two honest Gentlemen, confederates with_ Virolet.
Ronvere, _A villain, Captain of the Guard._
Villio, _A Court fool._
Castruccio, _A court Parasite._
Pandulpho, _A noble Gentleman of_ Naples, _father to_ Virolet.
The Duke of _Sesse, An enemy to_ Ferrand, _proscribed and turn'd Pirate._
Ascanio, _Nephew and successor to_ Ferrand.
Boy, _Page to Virolet._
Master.
Gunner.
Boatswain.
Chirurgion.
Sailors.
Doctor.
Citizens.
Guard.
Soldiers.
Servants.

WOMEN.

Juliana, _The matchl[ess] Wife of_ Virolet,
Martia, _Daughter to the Duke of_ Sesse.

* * * * *

The Scene Naples.

* * * * *

The principal Actors were

_Joseph Tailor_,
_Robert Benfield_,
_John Underwood_,
_George Birch_,
_John Lowin_,
_Rich. Robinson_,
_Nich. Tooly_,
_Rich. Sharp_.

_Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Virolet, _and Boy._

_Vir._ Boy.

_Boy._ Sir?

_Vir._ If my wife seek me, tell her that
Designs of weight, too heavy for her knowledge,
Exact my privacy.

_Boy._ I shall, Sir.

_Vir._ Do then,
And leave me to my self.

_Boy._ 'Tis a raw morning
And would you please to interpret that for duty
Which you may construe boldness, I could wish
To arm your self against it, you would use
More of my service.

_Vir._ I have heat within here,
A noble heat (good boy) to keep it off,
I shall not freeze; deliver my excuse, [_Enter_ Juliana.
And you have done your part.

_Boy._ That is prevented,
My Lady follows you.

_Vir._ Since I must be crost then,
Let her perform that office.

_Boy._ I obey you. [_Exit._

_Vir._ Prethee to bed; to be thus fond's more tedious
Than if I were neglected.

_Jul._ 'Tis the fault then
Of Love and Duty, which I would fall under,
Rather than want that care which you may challenge
As due to my obedience.

_Vir._ I confess
This tenderness argues a loving Wife,
And more deserves my hearts best thanks, than anger.
Yet I must tell ye Sweet, you do exceed
In your affection, if you would ingross me
To your delights alone.

_Jul._ I am not jealous,
If my embraces have distasted you,
As I must grant you every way so worthy
That 'tis not in weak woman to deserve you,
Much less in miserable me, that want
Those graces, some more fortunate are stor'd with.
Seek any whom you please, and I will study
With my best service to deserve those favors,
That shall yield you contentment.

_Vir._ You are mistaken.

_Jul._ No, I am patient Sir, and so good morrow;
I will not be offensive.

_Vir._ Hear my reasons.

_Jul._ Though in your life a widdows bed receives me,
For your sake I must love it. May she prosper
That shall succeed me in it, and your ardor
Last longer to her.

_Vir._ By the love I bear,
First to my Countreys peace; next to thy self
To whom compar'd, my life I rate at nothing;
Stood here a Lady that were the choice abstract
Of all the beauties nature ever fashion'd,
Or Art gave ornament to, compar'd to thee,
Thus as thou art obedient and loving,
I should contemn and loath her.

_Jul._ I doe believe.
How I am blest
In my assur'd belief! this is unfeign'd;
And why this sadness then?

_Vir._ Why _Juliana_,
Believe me, these my sad and dull retirements,
My often, nay almost continued Fasts,
Sleep banisht from my eyes, all pleasures, strangers,
Have neither root nor growth from any cause
That may arrive at Woman. Shouldst thou be,
As chastity forbid, false to my bed,
I should lament my fortune, perhaps punish
Thy falshood, and then study to forget thee:
But that which like a never-emptied spring,
Feeds high the torrent of my swelling grief,
Is what my Countrey suffers; there's a ground
Where sorrow may be planted, and spring up,
Through yielding rage, and womanish despair,
And yet not shame the owner.

_Jul._ I do believe it true,
Yet I should think my self a happy woman,
If, in this general and timely mourning,
I might or give to you, or else receive
A little lawful comfort.

_Vir._ Thy discretion
In this may answer for me; look on _Naples_
The Countrey where we both were born and bred,
_Naples_ the Paradise of _Italy_,
As that is of the earth; _Naples_, that was
The sweet retreat of all the worthiest _Romans_,
When they had shar'd the spoils of the whole world;
This flourishing Kingdom, whose inhabitants
For wealth and bravery, liv'd like petty Kings,
Made subject now to such a tyrannie.
As that fair City that receiv'd her name
From _Constantine_ the great, now in the power
Of barbarous Infidels, may forget her own;
To look with pity on our miseries;
So far in our calamities we transcend her.
For since this _Arragonian_ tyrant, _Ferrand_,
Seiz'd on the gover[n]ment, there's nothing left us
That we can call our own, but our afflictions.

_Jul._ And hardly those; the Kings strange cruelty,
Equals all presidents of tyranny.

_Vir._ Equal say you?
He has out-gone, the worst compar'd to him;
Nor _Phalaris_, nor _Dionysius_,
_Caligula_, nor _Nero_ can be mention'd;
They yet as Kings, abus'd their Regal power;
This as a Merchant, all the Countreys fat,
He wholly does ingross unto himself;
Our Oils he buys at his own price, then sells them
To us, at dearer rates; our Plate and Jewels,
Under a fain'd pretence of publique use,
He borrows; which deny'd his instruments force.
The Races of our horses he takes from us;
Yet keeps them in our pastures; rapes of Matrons,
And Virgins, are too frequent; never man
Yet thank'd him for a pardon; for Religion,
It is a thing he dreams not of.

_Jul._ I have heard,
How true it is, I know not; that he sold
The Bishoprick of _Tarent_ to a Jew,
For thirteen thousand Duckets.

_Vir._ I was present,
And saw the money paid; the day would leave me,
E'r I could number out his impious actions;
Or what the miserable Subject suffers;
And can you entertain in such a time,
A thought of dalliance? tears, and sighs, and groans,
Would better now become you.

_Jul._ They indeed are,
The only weapons, our poor Sex can use,
When we are injur'd; and they may become us;
But for me[n] that were born free men, of Ranck;
That would be Registred Fathers of their Countrey;
And to have on their Tombs in Golden Letters,
The noble stile of Tyrant-killers, written;
To weep like fools and Women, and not like wise men.
To practise a redress, deserves a name,
Which fits not me to give.

_Vir._ Thy grave reproof:
If what thou dost desire, were possible
To be effected, might well argue it,
As wise as loving; but if you consider,
With what strong guards this Tyrant is defended:
Ruffins, and male-contents drawn from all quarters;
That only know, to serve his impious Will;
The Cittadels built by him in the neck
Of this poor City; the invincible strength,
Nature by Art assisted, gave this Castle;
And above all his fear; admitting no man
To see him, but unarm'd; it being death
For any to approach him with a weapon.
You must confess, unless our hands were Cannons,
To batter down these walls; our weak breath Mines,
To blow his Forts up; or our curses lightning,
To force a passage to him; and then blast him;
Our power is like to yours, and we, like you,
Weep our misfortunes.

_Jul._ Walls of Brass resist not
A noble undertaking; nor can vice,
Raise any Bulwark, to make good the place,
Where virtue seeks to enter; then to fall
In such a brave attempt, were such an honor
That _Brutus_, did he live again, would envy.
Were my dead Father in you, and my Brothers;
Nay, all the Ancestors I am deriv'd from;
As you, in being what you are, are all these.
I had rather wear a mourning Garment for you,
And should be more proud of my widdowhood;
You dying for the freedom of this Countrey;
Than if I were assur'd, I should enjoy
A perpetuity of life and pleasure
With you, the Tyrant living.

_Vir._ Till this minute,
I never heard thee speak; O more than woman!
And more to be belov'd; can I find out
A Cabinet, to lock a secret in,
Of equal trust to thee? all doubts, and fears,
That scandalize your Sex, be far from me;
Thou shalt partake my near and dearest councils,
And further them with thine.

_Jul._ I will be faithful.

_Vir._ Know then this day, stand heaven propitious to us,
Our liberty begins.

_Jul._ In _Ferrands_ death?

_Vir._ 'Tis plotted love, and strongly, and believe it,
For nothing else could do it, 'twas the thought,
How to proceed in this design and end it,
That made strange my embraces.

_Jul._ Curs'd be she,
That's so indulgent to her own delights,
That for their satisfaction, would give
A stop to such a glorious enterprize:
For me, I would not for the world, I had been
Guilty of such a crime; go on and prosper.
Go on my dearest Lord, I love your Honor
Above my life; nay, yours; my prayers go with you;
Which I will strengthen with my tears: the wrongs
Of this poor Countrey, edge your sword; Oh may it
Pierce deep into this Tyrants heart, and then
When you return bath'd in his guilty blood;
I'll wash you clean with fountains of true joy.
But who are your assistants? though I am
So covetous of your glory, that I could wish
You had no sharer in it. [_Knock._

_Vir._ Be not curious.
They come, however you command my bosom,
To them I would not have you seen.

_Jul._ I am gone Sir,
Be confident; and may my resolution
Be present with you. [_Exit._

_Vir._ Such a Masculine spirit,
With more than Womans virtues, were a Dower
To weigh down a Kings fortune.

_Enter_ Brissonet, Camillo, Ronvere.

_Briss._ Good day to you.

_Cam._ You are an early stirrer.

_Vir._ What new face,
Bring you along?

_Ron._ If I stand doubted Sir?
As by your looks I guess it: you much injure
A man that loves, and truly loves this Countrey,
With as much zeal as you doe; one that hates
The Prince by whom it suffers, and as deadly;
One that dares step as far to gain my freedom,
As any he that breaths; that wears a sword
As sharp as any's.

_Cam._ Nay, no more comparisons.

_Ron._ What you but whisper, I dare speak aloud,
Stood the King by; have means to put in act too
What you but coldly plot; if this deserve then
Suspition in the best, the boldest, wisest?
Pursue your own intents, I'll follow mine;
And if I not out-strip you--

_Briss._ Be assur'd Sir,
A conscience like this can never be ally'd
To treachery.

_Cam._ Who durst speak so much,
But one that is like us, a sufferer,
And stands as we affected?

_Vir._ You are cozen'd
And all undone; every Intelligencer
Speaks Treason with like licence; is not this
_Ronvere_, that hath for many years been train'd
In _Ferrand_'s School, a man in trust and favour,
Rewarded too, and highly?

_Cam._ Grant all this,
The thought of what he was, being as he is now;
A man disgrac'd, and with contempt thrown off;
Will spurr him to revenge, as swift as they,
That never were in favour.

_Vir._ Poor and childish.

_Briss._ His regiment is cast, that is most certain;
And his command in the Castle given away.

_Cam._ That on my knowledge.

_Vir._ Grosser still, what Shepheard
Would yield the poor remainder of his Flock,
To a known Wolf; though he put on the habit,
Of a most faithful dog, and bark like one?
As this but only talks.

_Cam._ Yes, he has means too.

_Vir._ I know it to my grief, weak men I know it;
To make his peace, if there were any war
Between him and his Master, betraying
Our innocent lives.

_Ron._ You are too suspitious
And I have born too much, beyond my temper,
Take your own waies, I'll leave you.

_Vir._ You may stay now;
You have enough, and all indeed you fish'd for;
But one word Gentlemen: have you discover'd
To him alone our plot?

_Briss._ To him and others, that are at his devotion.

_Vir._ Worse and worse:
For were he only conscious of our purpose,
Though with the breach of Hospitable laws,
In my own house, I'de silence him for ever:
But what is past my help, is past my care.
I have a life to lose.

_Cam._ Have better hopes.

_Ron._ And when you know, with what charge I have further'd
Your noble undertaking, you will swear me
Another man; the guards I have corrupted:
And of the choice of all our noblest youths,
Attir'd like Virgins; such as Hermits would
Welcome to their sad cells, prepar'd a Maske;
As done for the Kings pleasure.

_Vir._ For his safety
I rather fear; and as a pageant to
Usher our ruine.

_Ron._ We as Torch-bearers
Will wait on these, but with such art and cunning;
I have conveigh'd sharp poniards in the Wax,
That we may pass, though search't through all his guards
Without suspition, and in all his glory,
Oppress him, and with safety.

_Cam._ 'Tis most strange.

_Vir._ To be effected.

_Ron._ You are doubtful still.

_Briss._ But we resolv'd to follow him, and if you
Desist now _Virolet_, we will say 'tis fear,
Rather than providence. [_Exeunt._

_Cam._ And so we leave you.

_Enter_ Julian.

_Jul._ To your wise doubts, and to my better counsels;
Oh! pardon me my Lord, and trust me too;
Let me not like _Cassandra_ prophesie truths,
And never be believ'd, before the mischief:
I have heard all; know this _Ronvere_ a villain,
A villain that hath tempted me, and plotted
This for your ruine, only to make way
To his hopes in my embraces; at more leisure
I will acquaint you, wherefore I conceal'd it
To this last minute; if you stay, you are lost,
And all prevention too late. I know,
And 'tis to me known only, a dark cave
Within this house, a part of my poor Dower,
Where you may lie conceal'd, as in the center,
Till this rough blast be o'r, where there is air,
More then to keep in life; _Ferrand_ will find you,
So curious his fears are.

_Vir._ 'Tis better fall
Than hide my head, now 'twas thine own advice,
My friends engag'd too.

_Jul._ You stand further bound,
Than to weak men that have betrai'd themselves,
Or to my counsel, though then just and loyal:
Your phansie hath been good, but not your judgement,
In choice of such to side you; will you leap
From a steep Tower, because a desperate fool
Does it, and trusts the wind to save his hazard?
There's more expected from you; all mens eies are fixt
On _Virolet_, to help, not hurt them;
Make good their hopes and ours, you have sworn often,
That you dare credit me; and allow'd me wise
Although a woman; even Kings in great actions,
Wait opportunity, and so must you, Sir,
Or loose your understanding.

_Vir._ Thou art constant;
I am uncertain fool, a most blind fool;
Be thou my guide.

_Jul._ If I fail to direct you,
For torment or reward, when I am wretched,
May constancy forsake me.

_Vir._ I've my safety.

Enter _Castruchio_ and _Villio._

_Vil._ Why are you rapt thus?

_Cast._ Peace, thou art a fool.

_Vil._ But if I were a flatterer like your worship,
I should be wise and rich too;
There are few else that prosper, Bawds excepted,
They hold an equal place there.

_Cast._ A shrewd knave;
But oh the King, the happy King!

_Vil._ Why happy?
In bearing a great burthen.

_Cast._ What bears he,
That's born on Princes shoulders?

_Vil._ A Crowns weight,
Which sets more heavy on his head, than the Oar
Slaves dig out of the Mines, of which 'tis made.

_Cast._ Thou worthily art his fool, to think that heavy
That carries him in the air; the reverence due
To that most sacred Gold, makes him ador'd,
His Footsteps kist, his smiles to raise a begger
To a Lords fortune; and when he but frowns,
The City quakes.

_Vil._ Or the poor Cuckolds in it,
Coxcombs I should say, I am of a fool,
Grown a Philosopher, to hear this parasite.

_Cast._ The delicates he is serv'd with see and envy.

_Vil._ I had rather have an Onion with a stomack,
Than these without one.

_Cast._ The Celestial Musick,
Such as the motion of the eternal sphears [_Still musick._
Yields _Jove_, when he drinks _Nectar_.

_Vil._ Here's a fine knave, yet hath too many fellows.

_Cast._ Then the beauties,
That with variety of ch[oy]ce embraces, [_These pass o'r._
Renew his age.

_Vil._ Help him to crouch rather,
And the _French_ Cringe, they are excellent Surgeons that way.

_Cast._ O Majesty! let others think of heaven,
While I contemplate thee.

_Vil._ This is not _Atheisme_, but Court observance.

_Cast._ Now the God appears, usher'd with earth-quakes.

_Vil._ Base Idolatry. [_Flourish._

_Enter_ Ferrand, _Guard, Women, Servants._

_Fer._ These meats are poisoned, hang
The Cooks; no note more on
Forfeit of your fingers; do you
Envie me a minutes slumber, what are these?

_1 Gu._ The Ladies appointed by your Majesty.

_Fer._ To the purpose, for what appointed?

_1 Gu._ For your graces pleasure.

_Fer._ To suck away the little blood is left me,
By my continual cares; I am not apt now,
Injoy them first, taste of my Diet once;
And your turns serv'd, for fifty Crowns apiece
Their Husbands may redeem them.

_Wo._ Great Sir, mercy.

_Fer._ I am deaf, why stare you? is what we command
To be disputed, who's this? bring you the dead
T' upbraid me to my face?

_Cast._ Hold Emperor;
Hold mightiest of Kings, I am thy vassal,
Thy footstool that durst not presume to look
On thy offended face.

_Fer. Castruchio_ rise.

_Cast._ Let not the lightning of thy eie consume me,
Nor hear that musical tongue, in dreadful thunder,
That speaks all mercy.

_Vil._ Here's no flattering rogue.

_Cast. Ferrand_, that is the Father of his people,
The glory of mankind.

_Fer._ No more, no word more;
And while [I] tell my troubles to my self,
Be Statues without motion [or] voice,
Though to be flatter'd is an itch to greatness,
It now offends me.

_Vil._ Here's the happy man;
But speak who dares.

_Fer._ When I was innocent;
I yet remember I could eat and sleep,
Walk unaffrighted, but now terrible to others:
My guards cannot keep fear from me
It still pursues me; Oh! my wounded conscience,
The Bed I would rest in, is stuft with thorns;
The grounds strew'd o'r with adders, and with aspicks
Where e'r I set my foot, but I am in,
And what was got with cruelty, with blood,
Must be defended, though this life's a hell,
I fear a worse hereafter. Ha!

_Enter_ Ronvere _and Guard._

_Ron._ My Lord.

_Fer._ Welcome _Ronvere_, welcome my golden plummet
With which I sound mine enemies depths and angers,
Hast thou discover'd?

_Ron._ Al[l] as you could wish Sir,
The Plot, and the contrivers; was made one
Of the conspiracie.

_Fer._ Is _Virolet_ in?

_Ron._ The head of all, he only scented me:
And from his fear, that I plaid false is fled;
The rest I have in fetters.

_Fer._ Death and Hell.
Next to my mortal foe the pirate _Sesse_,
I aim'd at him; he's virtuous, and wise,
A lover of his freedom and his Countries
Dangerous to such as govern by the sword,
And so to me: no tract which way he went,
No means to overtake him?

_Ron._ There's some hope left;
But with a rough hand, to be seiz'd upon.

_Fer._ What is't?

_Ron._ If any know, or where he is,
Or which way he is fled, it is his wife;
Her with his Father I have apprehended,
And brought among the rest.

_Fer._ 'Twas wisely order'd,
Go fetch them in, and let my executioners [_Exit_ Ronvere.
Appear in horror with the rack.

_Vil._ I take it Signior, this is no time for you to flatter,
Or me to fool in.

_Cast._ Thou art wise in this, let's off, it is unsafe to be
near _Jove_.
When he begins to thunder.

_Vil._ Good morality. [_Exit._

_Fer._ I that have pierc'd into the hearts of men;
Forc'd them to lay open with my looks,
Secrets, whose least discovery was death,
Will rend for what concerns my life, the fortress,
Of a weak womans faith.

_Enter_ Ronvere, _Guard, Executioners, with a Rack,_
Camillo, Brissonet, Pandulfo, Juliana.

_Ca._ What e're we suffer,
The weight that loads a Traitors
Heart [sit] ever, heavy on thine.

_Briss._ As we are caught by thee,
Fall thou by others.

_Ron._ Pish poor fools, your curses will
Never reach me.

_Jul._ Now by my _Virolets_ life;
Father, this is a glorious stage of murther.
Here are fine properties too, and such spectators,
As will expect good action, to the life;
Let us perform our parts, and we shall live,
When these are rotten, would we might begin once;
Are you the Master of the company?
Troth you are tedious now.

_Fer._ She does deride me.

_Jul._ Thee and thy power, if one poor syllable
Could win me an assurance of thy favor,
I would not speak it, I desire to be
The great example of thy cruelty,
To whet which on, know _Ferrand_, I alone
Can make discovery, where my _Virolet_ is,
Whose life, I know thou aim'st at, but if tortures
Compel me to't, may hope of heaven forsake me;
I dare thy worst.

_Fer._ Are we contemn'd?

_Jul._ Thou art,
Thou and thy Ministers, my life is thine;
But in the death[, the] victory shall be mine.

_Pand._ We have such a Mistriss here to teach us courage,
That cowards might learn from her.

_Fer._ You are slow; [_Put on the rack._
Begin the Scene thou miserable fool,
For so I'll make thee.

_Jul._ 'Tis not in thy reach;
I am happy in my sufferings, thou most wretched.

_Fer._ So brave! I'll tame you yet, pluck hard villains;
Is she insensible? no sigh nor groan? or is she dead?

_Jul._ No tyrant, though I suffer
More than a woman, beyond flesh and blood;
'Tis in a cause so honourable, that I scorn
With any sign that may express a sorrow
To shew I do repent.

_Fer._ Confess yet,
And thou shalt be safe.

_Jul._ 'Tis wrapt up in my soul,
From whence thou canst not force it.

_Fer._ I will be
Ten daies a killing thee.

_Jul._ Be twenty thousand,
My glory lives the longer.

_Ron._ 'Tis a miracle,
She tires th' executioners,
And me.

_Fer._ Unloose her, I am conquer'd, I must take
Some other way; reach her my chair, in honor
Of her invincible fortitude.

_Ron._ Will you not
Dispatch the rest?

_Fer._ When I seem merciful,
Assure thy self _Ronvere_, I am most cruel.
Thou wonder of thy Sex, and of this Nation,
That hast chang'd my severity to mercy,
Not to thy self alone, but to thy people,
In which I do include these men, my enemies:
Unbind them.

_Pand._ This is strange.

_Fer._ For your intent
Against my life, which you dare not denie,
I only ask one service.

_Cam._ Above hope.

_Fer._ There rides a Pyrate neer, the Duke of _Sesse_,
My enemy and this Countreys, that in bonds
Holds my dear friend _Ascanio_: free this friend:
Or bring the Pyrats head; besides your pardon,
And honor of the action, your reward
Is forty thousand Ducates. And because
I know that _Virolet_ is as bold as wise,
Be he your General, as pledge of your faith,
That you will undertake it, let this old man,
And this most constant Matron stay with me:
Of whom, as of my self, I will be careful;
She shall direct you where her Husband is.
Make choice of any ship you think most useful.
They are rig'd for you. [_Exeunt Guard, with_ Juliana _and_ Pand.

_Bris._ We with joy accept it.

_Cam._ And will proclaim King _Ferrant_ merciful. [_Exeunt._

_Ron._ The mysterie of this, my Lord? or are you
Chang'd in your nature?

_Fer._ I'll make thee private to it.
The lives of these weak men, and desperate woman,
Would no way have secur'd me, had I took them;
'Tis _Virolet_ I aim at; he has power,
And knows to hurt. If they encounter _Sesse_,
And he prove conqueror, I am assur'd
They'll find no mercy: if that they prove victors,
I shall recover, with my friend his head
I most desire of all men.

_Ron._ Now I have it.

_Fer._ I'll make thee understand the drift of all.
So we stand sure, thus much for those that fall. [_Exeunt_.

_Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima_.

_Enter Boateswain and Gunner._

_Boats._ Lay here before the wind; up with your Canvase,
And let her work, the wind begins to whistle;
Clap all her streamers on, and let her dance,
As if she were the Minion of the Ocean.
Let her bestride the billows till they roar,
And curle their wanton heads. Ho, below there:
Ho, ho, within.
Lay her North-east, and thrust her missen out,
The day grows fair and clear, and the wind courts us.
Oh for a lusty sail now, to give chase to.

_Gun._ A stubborn Bark, that wou'd but bear up to us,
And change a broadside bravely.

_Boats._ Where's the Duke?

_Gun._ I have not seen him stir to day.

_Boats._ Oh Gunner,
What bravery dwells in his age, and what valour!
And to his friends, what gentleness and bounty!
How long have we been inhabitants at Sea here?

_Gun._ Some fourteen years.

_Boats._ By fourteen lives I swear then,
This Element never nourisht such a Pirate;
So great, so fearless, and so fortunate,
So patient in his want, in Act so valiant.
How many sail of well mann'd ships before us,
As the _Bonuto_ does the flying Fish,
Have we pursued and scour'd, that to outstrip us,
They have been fain to hang their very shirts on?
What Gallies have we bang'd, and sunk, and taken;
Whose only fraughts were fire, and stern defiance?
And nothing spoke but Bullet in all these.
How like old _Neptune_ have I seen our General
Standing i'th' Poop, and tossing his Steel Trident,
Commanding both the Sea and Winds to serve him!

_Gun._ His Daughter too, which is the honor Boatswain,
Of all her sex; that Martial Maid.

_Boats._ A brave wench.

_Gun._ How oftentimes, a fight being new begun,
Has she leap'd down, and took my Linstock from me,
And crying, now fly righ[t], and fir'd all my chasers!
Then like the Image of the warlike Goddess,
Her Target brac'd upon her arm, her sword drawn,
And anger in her eies leapt up again,
And bravely ha[l]'d the Bark. I have wondred Boatswain,
That in a body made so delicate,
So soft for sweet embraces, so much fire,
And manly soul, not starting at a danger.

_Boats._ Her noble Father got her in his fury,
And so she proves a Soldier.

_Gun._ This too I wonder at
Taking so many strangers as he does,
He uses them with that respect and coolness,
Not making prize, but only borrowing
What may supply his want: nor that for nothing;
But renders back what they may stand in need of,
And then parts lovingly: Where, if he take
His Countreyman, that should be nearest to him,
And stand most free from danger, he sure pays for't:
He drowns or hangs the men, ransacks the Bark,
Then gives her up a Bonfire to his fortune.

_Boats._ The wrongs he has receiv'd from that dull Countrey
That's all I know has purchas'd all his cruelty.
We fare the better; cheerly, cheerly boys,
The ship runs merrily, my Captain's melancholly,
And nothing cures that in him but a Sea-fight:
I hope to meet a sail boy, and a right one.

_Gun._ That's my hope too; I am ready for the pastime.

_Boats._ I' th' mean time let's bestow a Song upon him,
To shake him from his dumps, and bid good day to him.
Ho, in the hold.

_Enter a Boy._

_Boy._ Here, here.

_Boats._ To th' Main top, Boy.
And thou kenst a ship that dares defie us,
Here's Gold.

_Boy._ I am gone. [_Exit Boy._

_Boats._ Come sirs, a quaint _Levet_. [_Trump. a_ Levet.
To waken our brave General. Then to our labor.

_Enter Duke of_ Sesse _above, and_
_his daughter_ Martia _like an Amazon._

_Ses._ I thank you loving mates; I thank you all,
There's to prolong your mirth, and good morrow to you.

_Daugh._ Take this from me, you're honest, valiant friends;
And such we must make much of. Not a sail stirring?

_Gun._ Not any within ken yet.

_Boats._ Without doubt Lady
The wind standing so fair and full upon us,
We shall have sport anon. But noble General,
Why are you still so sad? you take our edge off;
You make us dull, and spiritless.

_Ses._ I'll tell ye,
Because I will provoke you to be fortunate;
For when you know my cause, 'twill double arm you.
This woman never knew it yet; my daughter,
Some discontents she has.

_Daugh._ Pray sir go forward.

_Ses._ These fourteen years, I have stored it here at Sea,
Where the most curious thought could never find it.

_Boats._ Call up the Master, and all the Mates.

_Enter below the Master and Sailers._

_Ses._ Good morrow.

_Mast._ Good morrow to our General, a good one,
And to that Noble Lady all good wishes.

_Daugh._ I thank you Master.

_Ses._ Mark me, thus it is then;
Which I did never think to have discovered,
Till full revenge had wooed me; but to satisfie
My faithful friends, thus I cast off my burden.
In that short time I was a Courtier,
And followed that most hated of all Princes,
_Ferrant_, the full example of all mischiefs,
Compell'd to follow to my soul a stranger,
It was my chance one day to play at Chesse
For some few Crowns, with a mynion of this Kings,
A mean poor man, that only serv'd his pleasures;
Removing of a Rook, we grew to words;
From this to hotter anger: to be short,
I got a blow.

_Daugh._ How, how my Noble Father:

_Ses._ A blow my girl, which I had soon repaid,
And sunk the slave for ever, had not odds
Thrust in betwixt us. I went away disgrac'd--

_Daugh._ For honors sake not so Sir.

_Ses._ For that time, wench;
But call'd upon him, like a Gentleman,
By many private friends; knockt at his valour,
Courted his honor hourly to repair me;
And though he were a thing my thoughts made slight on,
And only worth the fury of my footman,
Still I pursu'd him Nobly.

_Daugh._ Did he escape you?
My old brave father, could you sit down so coldly?

_Ses._ Have patience, and know all. Pursu'd him fairly,
Till I was laugh'd at, scorn'd, my wrongs made Maygames.
By him unjustly wrong'd, should be al[l] justice,
The slave protected; yet at length I found him,
Found him, when he suppos'd all had been buried;
And what I had received, durst not be questioned;
And then he fell, under my Sword he fell,
For ever sunk; his poor life, like the air,
Blown in an empty bubble, burst, and left him,
No noble wind of memory to raise him.
But then began my misery, I fled;
The Kings frowns following, and my friends despair;
No hand that durst relieve: my Countrey fearful,
Basely and weakly fearful of a tyrant;
Which made his bad Will worse, stood still and wondred,
Their virtues bedrid in 'em; then my girl,
A little one, I snatch'd thee from thy Nurse,
The modell of thy fathers miseries:
And some small wealth was fit for present carriage,
And got to Sea; where I profest my anger,
And will do, whilst that base ungrateful Countrey,
And that bad King, have blood or means to quench me.
Now ye know all.

_Mast._ We know all, and admire all;
Go on, and do all still, and still be fortunate.

_Daught._ Had you done less, or lost this Noble anger,
You had been worthy then mens empty pities,
And not their wonders. Go on, and use your justice.
And use it still with that fell violence,
It first appeared to you; if you go less,
Or take a d[o]ting mercy to protection,
The honor of a Father I disclaim in you,
Call back all duty; and will be prouder of
Th' infamous and base name of a whore,
Than daughter to a great Duke and a coward.

_Ses._ Mine own sweet _Martia_, no: thou knowst my nature,
It cannot, must not be.

_Daugh._ I hope it shall not.
But why Sir do you keep alive still young _Ascanio_,
Prince of _Rossana_, King _Ferrants_ most belov'd one,
You took two months agoe?
Why is not he flung overboard, or hang'd?

_Ses._ I'll tell thee girl:
It were a mercy in my nature now,
So soon to break the bed of his afflictions;
I am not so far reconcil'd yet to him,
To let him die that were a benefit.
Besides, I keep him as a bait and diet,
To draw on more, and nearer to the King,
I look each hour to hear of his _Armados_,
And a hot welcome they shall have.

_Daugh._ But hark you!
If you were oversway'd with odds--

_Ses._ I find you:
I would not yield; no girl, no hope of yielding,
Nor fling my self one hour into their mercies,
And give the tyrant hope to gain his kingdom.
No, I can sink wench, and make shift to die;
A thousand doors are open, I shall hit one.
I am no niggard of my life so it go nobly:
All waies are equal, and all hours; I care not.

_Daugh._ Now you speak like my father.

_Mast._ Noble General,
If by our means they inherit ought but bangs,
The mercy of the main yard light upon us.
No, we can sink too, Sir, and sink low enough,
To pose their cruelties, to follow us:
And he that thinks of life, if the world go that way,
A thousand cowards suck his bones.

_Gun._ Let the worst come,
I can unbreech a Cannon, and without much help
Turn her into the Keel; and when she has split it,
Every man knows his way, his own prayers,
And so good night I think.

_Mast._ We have liv'd all with you, [_Boy a top._
And will die with you General.

_Ses._ I thank you Gentlemen.

_Boy above._ A Sail, a Sail.

_Mast._ A cheerful sound.

_Boy._ A Sail.

_Boats._ Of whence? of whence boy?

_Boy._ A lusty Sail.

_Daugh._ Look right, and look again.

_Boy._ She plows the Sea before her,
And fomes i'th' mouth.

_Boats._ Of whence?

_Boy._ I ken not yet sir.

_Ses._ Oh may she prove of _Naples_.

_Mast._ Prove the Devil,
We'll spit out fire as thick as she.

_Boy._ Hoy.

_Mast._ Brave boy.

_Boy._ Of _Naples_, _Naples_, I think of _Naples_ Master,
Methinks I see the Arms.

_Mast._ Up, up another,
And give more certain signs. [_Exit Sailor._

_Ses._ All to your business,
And stand but right and true.

_Boats._ Hang him that halts now.

_Boy._ Sh'as us in chase.

_Mast._ We'll spare her our main top-sail,
He shall not look us long, we are no starters.
Down with the foresail too, we'll spoom before her.

_Mart._ Gunner, good noble Gunner, for my honor
Load me but these two Minions in the chape there;
And load 'em right, that they may bid fair welcome,
And be thine eye, and level as thy heart is.

_Gun._ Madam, I'll scratch 'em out, I'll piss 'em out else.

_Sayl. above._ Ho.

_Ses._ Of whence now?

_Sail._ Of _Naples_, _Naples_, _Naples_.
I see her top-Flag, how she quarters _Naples_.
I hear her Trumpets.

_Ses._ Down, she's welcome to us. [_Exit Mast. Boats. Gun. Sail._
Every man to his charge, mann her i'th' bow well.
And place your Rakers right, Daughter be sparing.

_Mart._ I swear I'll be above Sir, in the thickest,
And where most danger is, I'll seek for honor.
They have begun, hark how their Trumpets call us.
Hark how the wide-mouth'd Cannons sing amongst us.
Hark how they sail; out of our shels for shame Sir.

_Ses._ Now fortune and my cause.

_Mart._ Be bold and conquer. [_Exit._

[_Charge Trumpets and shot within._

_Enter Master and Boatswain._

_Mast._ They'll board us once again, they're tuff and valiant.

_Boats._ Twice we have blown 'em into th' air like feathers,
And made 'em dance.

_Mast._ Good boys, fight bravely, manly.
They come on yet, clap in her stern, and yoke 'em.

_Enter Gunner._

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

[_Charge Trumpets, Pieces go off._

_Enter Master, Boatswain following._

_Mast._ Down with 'em, stow 'em in.

_Boats._ Cut their throats, 'tis brotherhood to fling 'em into the Sea.
The Duke is hurt, so is his lovely Daughter _Martia_.
We have the day yet.

_Enter Gunner._

_Gun._ Pox fire 'em, they have smoak'd us, never such plums yet flew.

_Boats._ They have rent the ship, and bor'd a hundred holes
She swims still lustily.

_Mast._ She made a brave fight, and she shall be cur'd
And make a braver yet.

_Gun._ Bring us some Canns up, I am as hot as fire.

_Enter boy with three Canns._

_Boat._ I am sure I am none o'th' coolest.

_Gun._ My Cannons rung like Bels. Here's to my Mistriss.
The dainty sweet brass Minion: split their Fore-Mast,
She never fail'd.

_Mast._ Ye did all well, and truly, like faithful honest men.

_Boats._ But is she rich Master? [_Trumpets flourish._

_Enter_ Sesse, Martia, Virolet, _Sailors._

_Mast._ Rich for my Captains purpose howsoever,
And we are his. How bravely now he shows,
Heated in blood and anger! how do you Sir?
Not wounded mortally I hope?

_Sess._ No Master, but only wear the livery of fury.
I am hurt, and deep.

_Mast._ My Mistriss too?

_Mart._ A scratch man,
My needle would ha done as much good Sir,
Be provident and careful.

_Sess._ Prethee peace girl,
This wound is not the first blood I have blusht in,
Ye fought all like tall men, my thanks among ye,
That speaks not what my purse means, but my tongue, soldiers.
Now Sir, to you that sought me out, that found me,
That found me what I am, the Tyrant's Tyrant;
You that were imp'd, the weak arm to his folly,
You are welcome to your death.

_Vir._ I do expect it,
And therefore need no compliment, but wait it.

_Ses._ Thou bor'st the face once of a Noble Gentleman,
Rankt in the first file of the virtuous,
By every hopeful spirit, shewed and pointed,
Thy Countries love; one that advanc'd her honor,
Not tainted with the base and servile uses
The Tyrant ties mens souls to. Tell me _Virolet_,
If shame have not forsook thee, with thy credit?

_Vir._ No more of these Racks; what I am, I am.
I hope not to go free with poor confessions;
Nor if I shew ill, will I seem a monster,
By making my mind prisoner; do your worst.
When I came out to deal with you, I cast it,
Only those base inflictions fit for slaves,
Because I am a Gentleman.--

_Sess._ Thou art none.
Thou wast while thou stoodst good, th' art now a villain.
And agent for the devil.

_Vir._ That tongue lies.
Give me my sword again, and stand all arm'd;
I'll prove it on ye all, I am a Gentleman,
A man as fair in honor, rate your prisoners,
How poor and like a Pedagogue it shews!
How far from Nobleness! 'tis fair, you may kill's;
But to defame your victory with foul language.

_Ses._ Go fling him over-board; I'll teach you sirrah.

_Vir._ You cannot teach me to die. I could kill you now
With patience, in despising all your cruelties.
And make you choke with anger.

_Ses._ Away I say.

_Mar._ Stay Sir, h'as given you such bold language,
I am not reconcil'd to him yet, and therefore
He shall not have his wish observ'd so nearly,
To die when he please; I beseech you stay Sir.

_Ses._ Do with him what thou wilt.

_Mar._ Carry him to th' _Bilboes_,
And clap him fast there, with the Prince.

_Vir._ Do Lady,
For any death you give, I am bound to bless you.

[_Exit_ Virolet; _and Sailers._

_Mar._ Now to your Cabin, Sir; pray lean upon me,
And take your rest, the Surgeons wait all for you.

_Ses._ Thou mak'st me blush to see thee bear thy fortunes;
Why, sure I have no hurt, I have not fought sure?

_Mast._ You bleed apace, Sir.

_Mart._ Ye grow cold too.

_Ses._ I must be rul'd, no leaning,
My deepest wounds scorn Crutches.

_All._ A brave General. [_Flour. Trumpets, Cornets._

[_Exeunt omnes._

_1 Sail._ Will they not moore her?

_2 Sail._ Not till we come to the Fort,
This is too weak a place for our defences,
The Carpenters are hard at work; she swims well,
And may hold out another fight. The ship we took
Burns there to give us light.

_1 Sayl._ She made a brave fight.

_2 Sayl._ She put us all in fear.

_1 Sail._ Beshrew my heart did she.
Her men are gone to _Candia_, they are pepper'd,
All but this prisoner.

_2 Sayl._ Sure he's a brave fellow.

_1 Sayl._ A stubborn knave, but we have pul'd his bravery.
[_He discovers_ Virolet _and_ Ascanio _in the Bilboes._
Look how he looks now: come let's go serve his dyet,
Which is but bread and water.

_2 Sayl._ He'll grow fat on't. [_Exeunt Sailors._

_Asca._ I must confess I have endur'd much misery,
Even almost to the ruine of my spirit,
But ten times more grows my affliction,
To find my friend here.

_Vir._ Had we serv'd our Countrey,
Or honesties, as we have serv'd our follies,
We had not been here now?

_Asca._ 'Tis too true _Virolet_.

_Vir._ And yet my end in vent'ring for your safety,
Pointed at more than _Ferrant's_ Will, a base one;
Some service for mine own, some for my Nation,
Some for my friend; but I am rightly paid,
That durst adventure such a noble office,
From the most treacherous command of mischief;
You know him now?

_Asca._ And when I nearer knew him,
Then when I waited, Heaven be witness with me,
(And if I lie my miseries still load me)
With what tears I have wooed him, with what prayers.
What weight of reasons I have laid, what dangers;
Then, when the peoples curses flew like storms;
And every tongue was whetted to defame him,
To leave his doubts, his tyrannies, his slaughters,
His fell oppressions: I know I was hated too.

_Vir._ And all mankind that knew him: these confessions
Do no good to the world, to heaven they may.
Let's study to die well, we have liv'd like coxcombs.

_Asca._ That my misfortune, should lose you too.

_Vir._ Yes;
And not only me, but many more, and better:
For my life, 'tis not this; or might I save yours,
And some brave friends I have engag'd, let me go;
It were the meritorious death I wish for,
But we must hang or drown like whelps.

_Asca._ No remedy.

_Vir._ On my part I expect none. I know the man,
And know he has been netled to the quick too,
I know his nature.

_Asca._ A most cruel nature.

_Vir._ His wrongs have bred him up. I cannot blame him.

_Asca._ He has a daughter too, the greatest scorner,
And most insulter upon misery.

_Vir._ For those, they are toys to laugh at, not to lead men:
A womans mirth or anger, like a meteor
Glides and is gone, and leaves no crack behind it;
Our miseries would seem like masters to us,
And shake our manly spirits into feavers,
If we respected those; the more they glory.
And raise insulting Trophies on our ruines;
The more our virtues shine in patience.
Sweet Prince, the name of death was never terrible
To him that knew to live; nor the loud torrent
Of all afflictions, singing as they swim,
A gall of heart, but to a guilty conscience:
Whilst we stand fair, though by a two-edg'd storm,
We find untimely falls, like early Roses;
Bent to the earth, we bear our native sweetness.

_Asca._ Good Sir go on.

_Vir._ When we are little children,
And cry and fret for every toy comes cross us;
How sweetly do we shew, when sleep steals on us!
When we grow great, but our affections greater,
And struggle with this stubborn twin, born with us;
And tug and pull, yet still we find a Giant:
Had we not then the priviledge to sleep,
Our everlasting sleep? he would make us idiots;
The memory and monuments of good men
Are more than lives, and though their tombs want tongues,
Yet have they eies that daily sweat their losses;
And such a tear from stone, no time can value.
To die both young and good, are natures curses
As the world saies; ask truth, they are bounteous blessings:
For then we reach at Heaven, in our full virtues,
And fix our selves new Stars, crown'd with our goodness.

_Asc._ You have double arm'd me. [_Strange Musick within, Ho[b]oys._
Hark what noise is this?
What horrid noise is the Sea pleas'd to sing.
A hideous _Dirge_ to our deliverance?

_Vir._ Stand fast now.

[_Within strange cries, horrid noise, Trumpets._

_Asc._ I am fixt.

_Vir._ We fear ye not. [_Enter_ Martia.
Let death appear in all shapes, we smile on him.

_Asc._ The Lady now.

_Vir._ The face o'th' Mask is alter'd.

_Asc._ What will she do?

_Vir._ Do what she can, I care not.

_Asc._ She looks on you Sir.

_Vir._ Rather she looks through me,
But yet she stirs me not.

_Mart._ Poor wretched slaves,
Why do you live? or if ye hope for mercy,
Why do not you houl out, and fill the hold
With lamentations, cries, and base submissions,
Worthy our scorn?