THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE.

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Francis Beaumont

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.

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.

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.

Enter two Sailors.

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

Enter a Sailor, with a rich Cap and Mantle.

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

Enter the Duke of Sesse by Torch-light, Master and Surgeon with him.

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

[Boatswain within, and Sailor.

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

Enter Master.

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

Enter Gunner.

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

Enter Gunner.

Enter Ferrant, Ronvere, Castruccio, Villio, and Guard.

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

Enter Virolet, Ascanio, and a Servant.

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

Enter Sesse, Master, Boatswain, Gunner.

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

[Ent. 2 Cittizens at both doors, saluting afar off.

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

Enter Castruccio like the King, in the midst of a Guard. Villio.

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

Enter Virolet, Ronvero, Ascanio, and Martia passing over.

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

Enter Ferand, Ronvere. Florish Cornets.

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

Pandulfo and Juliana, led by two of the guard, as not yet fully recovered.

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

Enter Virolet, Martia, Ronvere.

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

Actus Quartus. ScÆna Prima.

Enter Sess. Boatswaine, Master, Gunner.

Enter Ronvere and the Guard.

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

Enter Pandulfo, and Juliana.

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

Enter Boy.

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

Enter Martia and Boy.

Madam, thus my duty
 Stoops to the favor you vouchsafe your servant,
 In honouring her house.
Mart. Is this in scorn?
Jul. No by the life of Virolet: give me leave
 To swear by him, as by a Saint I worship,
 But am to know no farther, my heart speaks that
 My servants have been rude, and this boy (doting
 Upon my sorrows) hath forgot his duty:
 In which, that you may think I have no share,
 Sirra, upon your knees, desire her pardon.
Boy. I dare not disobey you.
Mart. Prethee rise,
 My anger never looks so low: I thank you.
 And will deserve it, if we may be private,
 I came to see and speak with you.
Jul. Be gone. [Exit Boy.
 Good Madam sit.
Mart. I rob you of your place then.
Jul. You have deserv'd a better, in my bed;
 Make use of this too: Now your pleasure Lady.
 If in your breast there be a worthy pitty,
 That brings you for my comfort, you do nobly:
 But if you come to triumph in your conquest,
 Or tread on my calamities, 'twill wrong
 Your other excellencies. Let it suffice,
 That you alone enjoy the best of men,
 And that I am forsaken.
Mart. He the best?
 The scum and shame of mankind.
Jul. Virolet, Lady?
Mart. Blest in him? I would my youth had chosen
 Consuming feavers, bed-rid age
 For my companions, rather then a thing
 To lay whose baseness open, would even poyson
 The tongue that speaks it.
Jul. Certainly from you
 At no part he deserves this; and I tell you,
 Durst I pretend but the least title to him,
 I should not hear this.
Mart. He's an impudent villain,
 Or a malicious wretch: to you ungrateful;
 To me beyond expression barbarous.
 I more then hate him; from you he deserves
 A death most horrid: from me, to dye for ever,
 And know no end of torments. Would you have comfort?
 Would you wash off the stain that sticks upon you,
 In being refus'd? Would you redeem your fame,
 Shipwrack'd in his base wrongs? if you desire this,
 It is not to be done with slavish suffering,
 But by a Noble anger, making way
 To a most brave revenge, we may call justice;
 Our injuries are equal; joyn with me then,
 And share the honor.
Jul. I scarce understand you,
 And know I shall be most unapt to learn
 To hate the man I still must love and honor.
Mar. This foolish dotage in soft-hearted women,
 Makes proud men insolent: but take your way,
 I'll run another course.
Jul. As you are noble,
 Deliver his offence.
Mart. He has denied
 The rites due to a wife.
Jul. O me most happy,
 How largely am I payd for all my sufferings!
 Most honest Virolet, thou just performer
 Of all thy promises: I call to mind now,
 When I was happy in those joys you speak of,
 In a chast bed, and warranted by Law too,
 He oft would swear, that if he should survive me,
 (Which then I knew he wisht not) never woman
 Should tast of his embraces; this one act
 Makes me again his debtor.
Mart. And was this
 The cause my youth and beauty were contemn'd?
 If I sit down here! wel——
Jul. I dare thy worst,
 Plot what thou canst, my piety shall guard him
 Against thy malice. Leave my house and quickly,
 Thou wilt infect these innocent walls. By virtue
 I will inform him of thy bloody purpose,
 And turn it on thine own accursed head;
 Believ't I will. [Exit Juliana.
Mart. But 'tis not in thy power
 To hinder what I have decreed against him.
 I'll set my self to sale, and live a strumpet;
 Forget my birth, my father, and his honor,
 Rather then want an instrument to help me
 In my revenge. The Captain of the guard;
 Blest opportunity courts me.

Enter Ronvere.

Ron. Sad and troubled?
 How brave her anger shews! how it sets off
 Her natural beauty! under what happy star
 Was Virolet born, to be belov'd and sought to,
 By two incomparable women? noblest Lady,
 I have heard your wrongs and pitty them: and if
 The service of my life could give me hope
 To gain your favor, I should be most proud
 To be commanded.
Mart. 'Tis in you, my Lord,
 To make me your glad servant.
Ron. Name the means.
Mar. 'Tis not preferment, Jewels, Gold, or Courtship.
 He that desires to reap the harvest of
 My youth and beauty, must begin in blood,
 And right my wrongs.
Ron. I apprehend you Madam,
 And rest assured 'tis done; I am provided
 Of instruments to fit you: To the King,
 I'll instantly present you; if I fail,
 He shall make good your ayms: he's less then man,
 That to atchieve your favor, would not do
 Deeds, fiends would fear to put their agents to. [Exeunt.

Enter Virolet Reading.

Vir. Quod invitus facis, non est scelus. 'Tis an axiome,
 Now whether willingly I have departed
 With that I lov'd: with that, above her life
 Lov'd me again, crownd me a happy husband,
 Was full of children: her afflictions,
 That I begot, that when our age must perish,
 And all our painted frailties turn'd to ashes,
 Then shall they stand and prop[a]gate our honors.
 Whether this done, and taking to protection
 A new strange beauty, it was a useful one:
 How to my lust? if it be so, I am sinful;
 And guilty of that crime I would fling from me.
 Was there not in it this fair course of virtue?
 This pious course, to save my friends, my Countrey,
 That even then had put on a mourning garment,
 And wept the desolation of her children?
 Her noblest children? Did not she thrust me on,
 And to my duty clapt the spur of honor?
 Was there a way, without this woman, left me
 To bring 'em off? the marrying of this woman?
 If not, why am I stung thus? why tormented?
 Or had there been a wild desire joyn'd with it,
 How easily, both these, and all their beauties
 Might I have made mine own! why am I toucht thus,
 Having perform'd the great redemption,
 Both of my friends and family? fairly done it?
 Without base and lascivious ends; O Heaven,
 Why am I still at War thus? why this a mischief,
 That honesty and honor had propounded,
 I, and absolv'd my tender will, and chid me,
 Nay then unwillingly flung me on?

Enter Juliana and the Boy.

Boy. He's here Madam;
 This is the melancholly walk he lives in,
 And chooses ever to increase his sadness.
Jul. Stand by.
Vir. 'Tis she: how I shake now and tremble!
 The virtues of that mind are torments to me.
Jul. Sir, if my hated face shall stir your anger,
 Or this forbidden path I tread in vex you;
 My love, and fair obedience left behind me,
 Your pardon asked, I shall return and bless you.
Vir. Pray stay a little, I delight to see you;
 May not we yet, though fortune have divided us,
 And set an envious stop between our pleasures,
 Look thus one at another? sigh and weep thus?
 And read in one anothers eyes, the Legends,
 And wonders of our old loves? be not fearful,
 Though you be now a Saint, I may adore you:
 May I not take this hand, and on it sacrifice
 The sorrows of my heart? white seal of virtue.
Jul. My Lord, you wrong your wedlock.
Vir. Were she here,
 And with her all severe eyes to behold us,
 We might do this; I might name Juliana,
 And to the reverence of that name, bow thus:
 I might sigh Juliana she was mine once;
 But I too weak a guard for that great treasure——
 And whilst she has a name, believe me Lady,
 This broken heart shall never want a sorrow.
Jul. Forget her sir, your honor now commands you
 You are anothers, keep those griefs for her,
 She richly can reward 'em. I would have spoken with you.
Vir. What is your will? for nothing you can ask,
 So full of goodness are your words and meanings,
 Must be denied: speak boldly.
Jul. I thank you sir. I come not
 To beg, or flatter, only to be believ'd,
 That I desire: for I shall tell a story,
 So far from seeming truth, yet a most true one;
 So horrible in nature, and so horrid;
 So beyond wickedness, that when you hear it,
 It must appear the practice of another,
 The cast and malice of some one you have wrong'd much,
 And me, you may imagine me accuse too,
 Unless you call to mind my daily sufferings;
 The infinite obedience I have born you,
 That hates all name and nature of revenge.
 My love, that nothing but my death can sever,
 Rather than hers I speak of.
Vir. Juliana,
 To make a doubt of what you shall deliver,
 After my full experience of your virtues,
 Were to distrust a providence; to think you can lie,
 Or being wrong'd, seek after foul repairings,
 To forge a Creed against my faith.
Jul. I must do so, for it concerns your life Sir;
 And if that word may stir you, hear and prosper:
 I should be dumb else, were not you at stake here.
Vir. What new friend have I found, that dares deliver
 This loaden trunk from his afflictions?
 What pittying hand, of all that feels my miseries,
 Brings such a benefit?
Jul. Be wise and manly,
 And with your honor fall, when Heaven shall call you,
 Not by a hellish mischief.
Vir. Speak my blest one,
 How weak and poor I am, now she is from me!
Jul. Your wife.
Viro. How's that?
Jul. Your wife.
Vir. Be tender of her, I shall believe else——
Jul. I must be true; your ear, sir;
 For 'tis so horrible, if the ayr catch it,
 Into a thousand plagues, a thousand monsters,
 It will disperse it self, and fright resistance. [Whispers.
Viro. She seek my life with you? make you her agent?
 Another love? O speak but truth.
Jul. Be patient,
 Dear as I love you, else I leave you wretched.
Vir. Forward, 'tis well, it shall be welcome to me;
 I have liv'd too long, numbred too many days,
 Yet never found the benefit of living;
 Now when I come to reap it with my service,
 And hunt for that my youth and honor aims at,
 The Sun sets on my fortune red and bloody,
 And everlasting night begins to close me,
 'Tis time to dye.

Enter Martia and Ronvere.

Jul. She comes her self.
Ron. Believe Lady,
 And on this Angel hand, your servant seals it,
 You shall be Mistriss of your whole desires,
 And what ye shall command.
Mart. Ha mynion,
 My precious Dame, are you there? nay go forward,
 Make your complaints, and pour out your fain'd pitties,
 Slave, like to him you serve: I am the same still,
 And what I purpose, let the world take witness,
 Shall be so finisht, and to such example,
 Spite of your poor preventions, my dear Gentleman,
 My honorable man, are you there too?
 You and your hot desire? your mercy Sir,
 I had forgot your greatness.
Jul. 'Tis not well Lady.
Mart. Lord, how I hate this fellow now; how desperately
 My stomach stands against him; this base fellow,
 This gelded fool!
Jul. Did you never hear of modesty?
Mart. Yes, when I heard of you and so believ'd it,
 Thou bloodless, brainless fool.
Vir. How?
Mart. Thou despised fool,
 Thou only sign of man, how I contemn thee!
 Thou woven worthy in a piece of Arras,
 Fit only to enjoy a wall; thou beast
 Beaten to use; Have I preserv'd a beauty,
 A youth, a love, to have my wishes blasted?
 My dotings, and the joys I came to offer,
 Must they be lost, and sleighted by a dormouse?
J[u]l. Use more respect; and woman, 'twill become you;
 At least, less tongue.
Mart. I'll use all violence,
 Let him look for't.
Jul. Dare you stain those beauties,
 Those heavenly stamps, that raise men up to wonder,
 With harsh and crooked motions? are you she
 That overdid all ages, with your honor;
 And in a little hour dare loose this triumph?
 Is not this man your husband?
Mart. He's my halter;
 Which (having sued my pardon) I fling off thus,
 And with him all I brought him, but my anger;
 Which I will nourish to the desolation,
 Not only of his folly, but his friends,
 And his whole name.
Vir. 'Tis well, I have deserved it.
 And if I were a woman, I would rail too.
Mart. Nature nere promised thee a thing so noble.
 Take back your love, your vow, I give it freely;
 I poorly scorn it; graze now where you please:
 That that the dulness of thy soul neglected,
 Kings sue for now. And mark me, Virolet,
 Thou image of a man, observe my words well.
 At such a bloody rate I'll sell this beauty,
 This handsomness thou scornst and flingst away,
 Thy proud ungrateful life shall shake at: take your house,
 The petty things you left me give another;
 And last, take home your trinket: fare you well, Sir.
Ron. You have spoke like your self;
 Y'are a brave Lady. [Exeunt Ronvere and Martia.
Jul. Why do you smile, Sir?
Vir. O my Juliana,
 The happiness this womans scorn has given me,
 Makes me a man again; proclaims it self,
 In such a general joy, through all my miseries,
 That now methinks—
Jul. Look to your self dear Sir,
 And trifle not with danger that attends you;
 Be joyful when y'are free.
Vir. Did you not hear her?
 She gave me back my vow, my love, my freedom;
 I am free, free as air; and though to morrow
 Her bloody will meet with my life, and sink it,
 And in her execution tear me piecemeal:
 Yet have I time once more to meet my wishes,
 Once more to embrace my best, my noblest, truest;
 And time that's warranted.
Jul. Good Sir, forbear it:
 Though I confess, equal with your desires
 My wishes rise, as covetous of your love,
 And to as warm alarums spur my will to:
 Yet pardon me, the Seal o'th' Church dividing us,
 And hanging like a threatning flame between us,
 We must not meet, I dare not.
Vir. That poor disjoynting
 That only strong necessity thrust on you,
 Not crime, nor studied cause of mine: how sweetly,
 And nobly I will bind again and cherish;
 How I will recompence one dear imbrace now,
 One free affection! how I burn to meet it!
 Look now upon me.
Jul. I behold you willingly,
 And willingly would yield, but for my credit.
 The love you first had was preserv'd with honor,
 The last shall not cry whore; you shall not purchase
 From me a pleasure, that have equally
 Lov'd your fair fame as you, at such a rate:
 Your honesty and virtue must be bankrupt,
 If I had lov'd your lust, and not your lustre;
 The glorious lustre of your matchless goodness,
 I would compel you now to be!—forgive me,
 Forgive me Sir, how fondly still I love you!
 Yet nobly too; make the way straight before me,
 And let but holy Hymen once more guide me,
 Under the Ax upon the Rack again,
 Even in the bed of all afflictions,
 Where nothing sings our Nuptials but dire sorrows,
 With all my youth and pleasure I'll imbrace you,
 Make Tyranny and death stand still affrighted,
 And at our meeting souls amaze our mischiefs;
 Till when, high heaven defend you, and peace guide you.
 Be wise and manly, make your fate your own,
 By being master of a providence,
 That may controle it.
Vir. Stay a little with me,
 My thoughts have chid themselves: may I not kiss you?
 Upon my truth I am honest.
Jul. I believe ye;
 But yet what that may raise in both our fancies,
 What issues such warm parents breed.
Vir. I obey you,
 And take my leave as from the Saint that keeps me.
 I will be right again, and once more happy
 In thy unimitable love.
Jul. I'll pray for ye,
 And when you fall I have not long to follow. [Exeunt.

Enter Sesse, Master, Boteswain, and Gunner, at one door, Martia and Ronvere, at another.

Ses. Now we have got free credit with the Captain.
Mast. Soft, soft, he's here again: Is not that Lady—
 Or have I lost mine eyes? a salt rhume seizes 'em;
 But I should know that face.
Bots. Make him not madder,
 Let him forget the woman; steer a lar-board.
Mast. He will not kill her.
Bots. Any thing he meets;
 He's like a Hornet now, he hums, and buzzes;
 Nothing but blood and horror.
Mast. I would save the Lady,
 For such another Lady.
Bots. There's the point;
 And you know there want women of her mettle.
Mast. 'Tis true, they bring such children now,
 Such demilancies,
 Their fathers socks will make them Christning clothes.
Gun. No more, they view us.
Ses. You shall play a while,
 And sun your self in this felicity,
 You shall you glorious whore, I know you still.
 But I shall pick an hour when most securely—
 I say no more.
Ron. Do you see those? those are they
 Shall act your will; come hither my good fellows:
 You are now the Kings. Are they not goodly fellows?
Mart. They have bone enough, if they have stout heart to it.
Mast. Still the old wench.
Sess. Pray Captain, let me ask you
 What Noble Lady's that? 'tis a rude question,
 But I desire to know.
Ron. She is for the King, Sir;
 Let that suffice for answer.
Sess. Is she so Sir?
 In good time may she curse it.
 Must I breed hackneys for his grace?
Ron. What wouldst thou do
 To merit such a Ladies favor?
Sess. Any thing.
Ron. That can supply thy wants, and raise thy fortunes?
Ses. Let her command, and see what I dare execute.
 I keep my conscience here; if any man
 Oppose her will, and she would have him humbled,
 Whole families between her and her wishes—
Mast. We have seen bleeding throats sir, Cities sackt;
 And infants stuck upon their pikes.
Botes. Houses a fire, and handsome mothers weeping.
Ses. Which we have heaped upon the pile like sacrifices.
 Churches and Altars, Priests and all devotions,
 Tumbled together into one rude Chaos.
Gun. We know no fear Sir, but want of imployment.
Sess. Nor other faith but what our purses preach.
 To gain our ends we can do any thing,
 And turn our souls into a thousand figures;
 But when we come to do—
Mart. I like these fellows.
Ron. Be ready and wait here within this hour
 I'll shew you to the King, and he shall like ye:
 And if you can devise some entertainment
 To fill his mirth, such as your Countrey uses,
 Present it, and I'll see it grac'd.
 After this Comicke Scene we shall imploy you,
 For one must dye.
Sess. What is he sir? speak boldly,
 For we dare boldly do.
Ron. This Ladies husband;
 His name is Virolet.
Sess. We shall dispatch it. [Exit Martia, Ronvere.
 O damned, damned thing: a base whore first:
 And then a murtherer, I'll look to you.
Bots. Can she be grown so strange?
Ses. She has an itch;
 I'll scratch you my dear daughter, I'll so claw you;
 I'll curry your hot hide; married and honour'd?
 And turn those holy blessings into brothels?
 Your beauty into blood? I'll hunt your hotness.
 I'll hunt you like a train.
Mast. We did all pitty her.
Ses. Hang her, she is not worth mans memory;
 She's false and base, and let her fright all stories.
 Well, though thou beest mine enemy, I'll right thee,
 And right thee Nobly.
Bots. Faith sir, since she must go,
 Let's spare as few as may be.
Ses. We'll take all,
 And like a torrent sweep the slaves before us.
 You dare endure the worst?
Mast. You know our hearts sir,
 And they shall bleed the last, ere we start from ye.
Gun. We can but dye, and ere we come to that,
 We shall pick out some few examples for us.
Ses. Then wait the first occasion, and like Curtius,
 I'll leap the gulph before you, fearless leap it:
 Then follow me like men, and if our virtues
 May buoy our Countrey up, and set her shining
 In her first state; our fair revenges taken,
 We have our noble ends or else our ashes. [Exeunt.

Actus V. ScÆna Prima.

Enter Ascanio, and Martia above.

Mart. As you are noble, keep me from discovery,
 And let me only run a strangers fortune;
 For when the King shall find I am his daughter
 He ever holds most ominous, and hates most:
 With what eyes can he look, how entertain me,
 But with his fears and cruelties?
Asc. I have found you,
 Suspect not, I am bound to what you like best,
 What you intend, I dare not be so curious
 To question now, and what you are, lies hid here.

Enter Ferrand and Ronvere above.

Enter Sess. and Mr. B[o]tsw. Gunner, and Saylors.

Ronv. These are the Switzers:
 I told your grace of.
Fer. Goodly promising fellows,
 With faces to keep fools in awe, I like 'em;
 Go guard the presence well, and do your duties,
 To morrow I shall take a farther view:
Sess. You shall Sir,
 Or I shall loose my will; how the whore's mounted!
 How she sits thron'd! thou blasing muddy meteor,
 That frightest the under world with lustful flashes,
 How I shall dash thy flames! away, no word more.

[Ex. Sess. and his company. Florish Cor.

Enter Villio, Castruchio, Doctor, and a Guard.

Fer. Now, here he comes in glory; be merry Masters,
 A Banquet too? [meat conveyed away.
Ron. O, he must sit in State Sir!
Asca. How rarely he is usher'd! can he think now
 He is a King indeed?
Ron. Mark but his countenance.
Cast. Let me have pleasures infinite, and to the height,
 And women in abundance, many women,

Enter Ladies.

I will disport my grace,
 Stand there and long for me.
 What have ye brought me here? is this a Feast
 Fit for a Prince? a mighty Prince? are these things,
 These preparations, ha?
Doct. May it please your grace?
Cast. It does not please my grace: where are the Marchpanes,
 The Custards double royal, and the subtilties?
 Why, what weak things are you to serve a Prince thus?
 Where be the delicates oth' earth and ayr?
 The hidden secrets of the Sea? am I a plow-man,
 You pop me up with porridge? hang the Cooks.
Fer. O most Kingly:
 What a Majestick anger!
Cast. Give me some wine.
Asca. He cools agen now.
Cast. Fool where are my Players?
 Let me have all in pomp; let 'em play some love matter,
 To make the Ladies itch, I'll be with you anon Ladies;
 You black eyes, I'll be with you.
 Give me some wine I say,
 And let me have a Masque of Cuckolds enter:
 Of mine own Cuckolds,
 And let them come in, peeping and rejoycing
 Just as I kiss their wives, and somewhat glorying.
 Some wine I say, then for an excellent night-piece,
 To shew my glory to my loves, and minions,
 I will have some great Castle burnt.
Vil. Hark you brother:
 If that be to please these Ladies, ten to one
 The fire first takes upon your own, look to that;
 Then you may shew a night piece.
Cast. Where's this wine?
 Why shall I choak? do ye long all to be tortur'd?
Doct. Here Sir.
Cast. Why, what is this? why Doctor.
Doct. Wine and water Sir.
 'Tis Soveraign for your heat, you must endure it.
Vil. Most excellent to cool your night-piece Sir.
Doct. You are of a high and cholerick complexion,
 And you must have allayes.
Cast. Shall I have no sheere wine then?
Doct. Not for a world: I tender your dear life Sir;
 And he is no faithful subject—
Vil. No, by no means:
 Of this you may drink, and never hang, nor quarter,
 Nor never whip the fool, this liquors merciful.
Cast. I will sit down and eat then: Kings when th' are hungry,
 May eat I hope?
Doct. Yes, but they eat discreetly.
Cast. Come, tast this dish, and cut me liberally;
 I like sauce well.
Doct. Fie 'tis too hot Sir:
 Too deeply season'd with the spice, away wi'th't,
 You must acquaint your stomach with those dyets
 Are temperately nourishing.
Cast. But pray stay Doctor,
 And let me have my meat again.
Doct. By no means:
 I have a charge concerns my life.
Cast. No meat neither;
 Do Kings never eat Doctor?
Doct. Very little Sir.
 And that too very choice.
Vil. Your King never sleeps Brother,
 He must not sleep, his cares still keep him waking.
 Now he that eats and drinks much is a dormouse;
 The third part of a wafer is a weeks diet.
Cast. Appoint me something then.
Doct. There.
Cast. This I feel good,
 But it melts too suddainly; yet, how, that gone too!
 Ye are not mad! I charge you. [take away.
Doct. For your health Sir,
 A little quickens nature, much depresses.
Cast. Eat nothing for my health? that's a new dyet,
 Let me have something, something has some savor.
 Why thou uncourteous Doctor, shall I hang thee?
Doct. 'Tis better Sir than I should let you surfeit,
 My death were nothing.
Vil. To loose a King, were terrible.
Cast. Nay, then I'll carve my self, I'll stay no ceremonies.
 This is a Patridge Pye, I am sure that's nourishing,
 Or Galen is an Ass: 'tis rarely season'd:
 Ha Doctor have I hit right? a mark a mark there? [take away.
Vil. What ails thy grace?
Cast. Retriv those Patridges.
 Or as I am a King—
Doct. Pray Sir be patient,
 They are flowen too far.
Vil. These are breath'd pyes an't please you,
 And your hawkes are such Buzards.
Cast. A King and have nothing,
 Nor can have nothing!
Vil. What think you of pudding?
 A pudding Royal?
Cast. To be royally starv'd,
 Whip me this fool to death; he is a blockhead.
Vil. Let 'em think they whip me, as we think you a King:
 'Twill be enough.
Cast. As for your dainty Doctor, the Table taken away,
 All gone, all snatch'd away, and I unsatisfied,
 Without my wits being a King and hungry?
 Suffer but this thy treason? I tell thee Doctor.
 I tell it thee, in earnest, and in anger,
 I am damnably hungry, my very grace is hungry.
Vil. A hungry grace is fittest to no meal Sir.
Doct. Some two hours hence, you shall see more: but still Sir
 You must retain an excellent and strict dyet.
Vil. It sharpens you, and makes your wit so poynant, Sir
 Your very words will kill.
Doct. A bit of Marmalade
 No bigger than a Pease.
Vil. And that well butter'd,
 The ayr thrice purified, and three times spirited,
 Becomes a King: your rare conserve of nothing
 Breeds no offence.
Cast. Am I turn'd King Camelion,
 And keep my Court i'th' ayr?
Fer. They vex him cruelly.
Asca. In two days more they'll starve him.
Fer. Now the women, there's no food left but they.
Asca. They'll prove small nourishment.
 Yet h'as another stomach and a great one,
 I see by his eye.
Cast. I'll have mine own power here;
 Mine own Authority; I need no tutor.
 Doctor this is no dyet.
Doct. It may be Sir.
Vil. Birlady, it may turn to a dry dyet;
 And how thy grace, will ward that—
Cast. Stand off Doctor;
 And talk to those that want faith.
Fer. Hot and mighty.
Asca. He will cool apace, no doubt.
Cast. Fair, plump, and red,
 A forehead high, an eye revives the dead;
 A lip like ripest fruit, inviting still.
Vil. But O, the rushy well, below the hill,
 Take heed of that, for though it never fail
 Take heed I say, for thereby hangs a tail.
Cast. I'll get ye all with Child.
Vil. With one Child Brother,
 So many men in a Blew Coat.
Cast. Had I fed well,
 And drunk good store of wine, ye had been blest all,
 Blest all with double Births; come kiss me greedily,
 And think no more upon your foolish Husbands,
 They are transitory things: a Kings fame meets you.
Doct. Vanish away. [Ex. Women.
Cast. How, they gone too? my guard there:
 Take me this devil Doctor, and that fool there,
 And sow 'em in a sack; bring back the women,
 The lovely women, drown these rogues or hang 'em.
Asca. He is in earnest Sir.

Enter Sess. Master, Boatsw. Gunner and Saylors.

Fer. In serious earnest,
 I must needs take him off.
Sess. Now, now be free.
 Now liberty, now Countrey-men shake from ye
 The Tyrants yoke.
 All liberty, liberty, liberty.
Guard. Treason, treason, treason.
Fer. We are betray'd, fly to the Town, cry treason,
 And raise our faithful friends; O my Ascanio.
Asca. Make hast, we have way enough.
Guard. Treason, treason. [Ex. Fer. Asca. and guard.
Sess. Spare none, put all to th' sword: a vengeance shake thee;
 Art thou turn'd King again?
Cast. I am a Rascal:
 Spare me but this time, if ever I see King more,
 Or once believe in King.
Sess. The ports are ours.
 The treasure and the port, fight bravely Gentlemen;
 Cry to the Town, cry liberty and honor;

[crying liberty and freedom within.

Waken their persecuted souls, cry loudly,
 We'll share the wealth among ye.
Cast. Do you hear Captain?
 If ever you hear me, name a King.
Sess. You shall not.
Cast. Or though I live under one, obey him.
Gun. This Rogue again.
Sess. Away with him good Gunner.
Cast. Why look ye Sir? I'll put you to no charge;
 I'll never eat.
Gun. I'll take a course, you shall not,
 Come, no more words.

Enter Boatsw[a]ine.

Cast. Say nothing when you kill me.
Sess. He's taken to the Towers strength;
 Now stand sure Gentlemen.
 We have him in a pen, he cannot scape us,
 The rest oth'Castle's ours; liberty, liberty:
 What is this City up?
Boatsw. They are up and glorious,
 And rouling like a storm they come; their Tents
 Ring nothing but liberty and freedome.
 The women are in Arms too.
Sess. Let 'em come all.
 Honour and liberty.
All. Honor and liberty. [Exeunt.

Enter Juliana.

Jul. This woman threats, her eyes, even red with fury
 Which like prodigious meteors, foretold
 Assur'd destruction, are still before me.
 Besides I know such natures unacquainted
 With any mean, or in their love, or hatred,
 And she that dar'd all dangers to possess him,
 Will check at nothing, to revenge the loss
 Of what she held so dear, I first discover'd
 Her bloody purposes, which she made good,
 And openly profess'd 'em; that in me
 Was but a cold affection; charity
 Commands so much to all; for Virolet
 Methinks I should forget my Sexes weakness,
 Rise up, and dare beyond a womans strength;
 Then do, not counsel: he is too secure,
 And in my judgment, 'twere a greater service
 To free him from a deadly Enemy,
 Then to get him a friend. I undertook too,
 To cross her plots, oppos'd my piety,
 Against her malice; and shall vertue suffer?
 No Martia, wer't thou here equally armed,
 I have cause, spite of thy masculine breeding,
 That would assure the victory: my angel
 Direct and help me.

Enter Virolet, like Ronvere.

Vir. The State in Combustion,
 Part of the Cittadel forc'd, the treasure seiz'd on;
 The guards corrupted, arm themselves against
 Their late protected Master; Ferrant fled too,
 And with small strength, into the Castle's Tower,
 The only Aventine, that now is left him!
 And yet the undertakers, nay, performers,
 Of such a brave and glorious enterprize,
 Are yet unknown: they did proceed like men,
 I like a child; and had I never trusted
 So deep a practice unto shallow fools,
 Besides my souls peace, in my Juliana,
 The honor of this action had been mine,
 In which, accurs'd, I now can claim no share.
Jul. Ronvere! 'tis he, a thing, next to the devil
 I most detest and like him terrible;
 Martia's right hand, the instrument I fear too,
 That is put to her bloody will, into act.
 Have I not will enough, and cause too mighty?
 Weak womens fear, fly from me.
Vir. Sure this habit,
 This likeness to Ronvere, which I have studied,
 Either admits me safe to my design,
 Which I too cowardly have halted after,
 And suffer'd to be ravisht from my glory;
 Or sinks me and my miseries together;
 Either concludes me happy.
Jul. He stands musing,
 Some mischief is now hatching:
 In the full meditation, of his wickedness,
 I'll sink his cursed soul: guide my hand heaven,
 And to my tender arm give strength, and fortune,
 That I may do a pious deed, all ages
 Shall bless my name for; all remembrance crown me.
Vir. It shall be so.
Jul. It shall not, take that token,
 And bear it to the lustful arms of Martia,
 Tell her, for Virolets dear sake, I sent it.
Vir. O I am happy, let me see thee,
 That I may bless the hand that gave me liberty,
 O courteous hand, nay thou hast done most nobly,
 And heaven has guided thee, 'twas their great justice;
 O blessed wound that I could come to kiss thee!
 How beautiful, and sweet thou shew'st!
Jul. Oh!
Vir. Sigh not,
 Nor weep not dear, shed not those sovereign Balsames
 Into my blood; which must recover me;
 Then I shall live again, to do a mischief,
 Against the mightiness of love and virtue,
 Some base unhallowed hand shall rob thy right of.
 Help me, I faint: so.
Jul. O unhappy wench!
 How has my zeal abus'd me; you that guard virtue,
 Were ye asleep? or do you laugh at innocence?
 You suffer'd this mistake? O my dear Virolet!
 An everlasting curse follow that forme
 I strook thee in, his name be ever blasted:
 For his accursed shadow has betray'd
 The sweetness of all youth, the nobleness,
 The honour, and the valor; wither'd for ever
 The beauty and the bravery of all mankind:
 O my dull, devils eyes.
Vir. I do forgive you,
 By this, and this I do; I know you were cozen'd;
 The shadow of Ronvere, I know you aym'd at,
 And not at me; but 'twas most necessary,
 I should be struck, some hand above directed you:
 For Juliana could not shew her justice
 Without depriving high heaven of his glory,
 Or any subject fit for her, but Virolet:
 Forgive me too, and take my last breath sweet one,
 This the new marriage of our souls together;
 Think of me Juliana, but not often,
 For fear my faults should burthen your affections,
 Pray for me, for I faint.
Jul. O stay a little,
 A little little Sir. [Offers to kill her self.
Vir. Fye Juliana.
Jul. Shall I outlive the virtue, I have murder'd?
Vir. Hold, or thou hat'st my peace, give me the dagger,
 On your obedience, and your love, deliver it.
 If you do thus; we shall not meet in heaven sweet;
 No guilty blood comes there; kill your intentions,
 And then you conquer: there where I am going,
 Would you not meet me Dear?
Jul. Yes.
Vir. And still love me?
Jul. And still behold you.
Vir. Live then till heaven calls you.
 Then ripe and full of sweetness you rise sainted.
 Then I that went before you to prepare,
 Shall meet and welcome you, and daily court you
 With Hymnes of holy Love—I go out,
 Give me your hand, farewell, in peace farewell,
 Remember me, farewell. [dyes.
Jul. Sleep you sweet glasses,
 An everlasting slumber crown those Chrystals,
 All my delight adue, farewell, Dear Virolet,
 Dear, Dear, most Dear; O I can weep no more,
 My body now is fire, and all consuming,
 Here will I sit, forget the world and all things,
 And only wait what heaven shall turn me to,
 For now methinks I should not live. [She sits down.

Enter Pandulfo.

P[a]nd. O my sweet daughter,
 The work is finisht now, I promis'd thee:
 Here are thy virtues shewed, here register'd,
 And here shall live for ever.
Jul. Blot it, burn it,
 I have no virtue, hateful I am as hell is.
Pand. Is not this Virolet?
Jul. Ask no more questions,
 Mistaking him I kill'd him.
Pand. O my Son,
 Nature turns to my heart again, my dear Son,
 Son of my age, would'st thou go out so quickly?
 So poorly take thy leave, and never see me?
 Was this a kind stroak daughter? could you love him?
 Honour his Father, and so deadly strike him?
 O wither'd timeless youth, are all thy promises,
 Thy goodly growth of Honors come to this?
 Do I halt still i'th' world, and trouble nature,
 When her main pieces founder, and fail dayly?

Enter Boy, and three Servants.

Boy. He does weep certain: what bodie's that lies by him?
 How do you do Sir?
Pand. O look there Lucio,
 Thy Master, thy best Master.
Boy. Woe is me.
 They have kill'd him, slain him basely, O my Master!
Pand. Well daughter well; what heart had you to do this?
 I know he did you wrong; but 'twas his fortune,
 And not his fault, for my sake that have lov'd you,
 But I see now you scorn me too.
Boy. O Mistress?
 Can you [si]t there, and his cold body breathless?
 Basely upon the earth?
Pand. Let her alone Boy,
 She glories in his end.
Boy. You shall not sit here,
 And suffer him you loved—ha! good Sir come hither,
 Come hither quickly, heave her up; O heaven Sir,
 O God, my heart, sh's cold; cold and stiff too:
 Stiff as a stake, she's dead.
Pand. She's gone, nere bend her.
 I know her heart, she could not want his company:
 Blessing go with thy soul, sweet Angels shadow it
 O, that I were the third now, what a happiness!
 But I must live, to see you layd in earth both,
 Then build a Chapel to your memories,
 Where all my wealth shall fashion out your stories.
 Then dig a little grave besides, and all's done.
 How sweet she looks, her eyes are open smiling,
 I thought she had been alive, you are my charge Sir,
 And amongst you, I'll see his goods distributed.
 Take up the bodies, mourn in heart my friends,
 You have lost two noble succors; follow me,
 And thou sad Countrey, weep this misery. [Exeunt.

Enter Sess. Boatswaine, Master, Gunner, Citizens, and Souldiers, as many as may be.

Sess. Keep the Ports strongly mann'd, and let none enter,
 But such as are known Patriots.
All. Liberty, liberty.
Sess. 'Tis a substantial thing, and not a word
 You men of Naples, which if once taken from us,
 All other blessings leave us; 'tis a jewel
 Worth purchasing, at the dear rate of life,
 And so to be defended. O remember
 What you have suffer'd, since you parted with it;
 And if again you wish not to be slaves,
 And properties to Ferrand's pride and lust,
 Take noble courage, and make pe[r]fect what
 Is happily begun.
1. Cit. Our great preserver,
 You have infranchis'd us, from wretched bondage.
2. Cit. And might be known, to whom we owe our freedom,
 We to the death would follow him.
3. Cit. Make him King,
 The Tyrant once remov'd.
Sess. That's not my end.
 'Twas not ambition that brought me hither,
 With these my faithful friends, nor hope of spoil;
 For when we did possess the Tyrants treasure,
 By force extorted from you, and employed,
 To load you with most miserable thraldome,
 We did not make it ours, but with it purchas'd
 The help of these, to get you liberty,
 That for the same price kept you in subjection.
 Nor are we Switzers, worthy Countrey-men,
 But Neapolitans, now eye me well;
 And tho the reverend Emblems of mine age,
 My silver locks are shorne, my beard cut off,
 Partaking yet of an adulterate Colour;
 Tho 14 years you have not seen this face,
 You may remember it, and call to mind,
 There was a Duke of Sess, A much wrong'd Prince,
 Wrong'd by this Tyrant Ferrand.
1. Cit. Now I know him.
2. Cit. 'Tis he, long live the Duke of Sess.
Sess. I thank you.
 The injuries I receiv'd, I must confess,
 Made me forget the love I owed this Country,
 For which I hope, I have given satisfaction,
 In being the first that stir'd, to give it freedome;
 And with your loves and furtherance, will call back,
 Long banisht peace, and plenty, to this people.
2. Cit. Lead where you please, we'll follow.
1. Cit. Dare all dangers.

Enter Pandulf, the Bodies of Virolet, and Juliana upon a Hearse.

Sess. What solemn funeral's this?
Pand. There rest a while,
 And if't be possible there can be added
 Wings to your swift desire of just revenge,
 Hear, (if my tears will give way to my words)
 In brief a most sad story.
Sess. Speak, what are they?
 I know thee well Pandulfe.
Pand. My best Lord?
 As far as sorrow will give leave, most welcome;
 This Virolet was, and but a Son of mine,
 I might say, the most hopeful of our Gentry;
 And though unfortunate, never ignoble:
 But I'll speak him no farther. Look on this,
 This face, that in a savage would move pitty,
 The wonder of her Sex, and having said
 'Tis Juliana, Eloquence will want words
 To set out her deservings; this blest Lady
 That did indure the Rack, to save her Husband,
 That Husband, who, in being forc'd to leave her,
 Indur'd a thousand tortures; by what practise,
 I know not, (but 'twas sure a cunning one)
 Are made, the last I hope, but sad examples
 Of Ferrands tyranny. Convey the bodies hence.
Sess. Express your sorrow
 In your revenge, not teares, my worthy Soldiers:
 That fertile earth that teem'd so many children,
 To feed his cruelty, in her wounded wombe,
 Can hardly now receive 'em.
Boats. We are cold,
 Cold walls shall not keep him from us.
Gun. Were he cover'd with mountains, and room only for a
 Bullet to be sent level at him, I would speed him.
M[r]. Let's scale this petty Tower; at Sea we are Falcons,
 And fly unto the main top in a moment.
 What then can stop us here?
1 Cit. We'll tear him piece-meal.
2 Cit. Or eat a passage to him.
Ses. Let discretion
 Direct your anger; that's a victory,
 Which is got with least loss, let us make ours such:
 And therefore friends, while we hold parley here,
 Raise your scalado on the other side,
 But enter'd wreak your suffrings.

[Exit Saylors and Soldiers.

1 Cit. In our wrongs:
 There was no mean.
2 Cit. Nor in our full revenge
 Will we know any.
Sess. Be appeas'd good man,
 No sorrow can redeem them from deaths Prison;
 What his inevitable hand hath seiz'd on,
 The world cannot recover. All the comfort
 That I can give to you, is to see vengeance
 Pour'd dreadfully upon the Authors head,
 Of which their ashes may be sensible,
 That have fain by him. [Sound a parley.

Enter Ferrand, Martia, Ascanio, and Ronvere, above.

Pand. They appear.
Fer. 'Tis not that we esteem rebellious Traytors
 Worthy an answer to their proudest Summons
 That we vouchsafe our presence; or to exchange
 One syllable with 'em: but to let such know,
 Though circled round with treason, all points bent
 As to their Center at my heart, 'tis free,
 Free from fear, villains, and in this weak Tower
 Ferrand commands as absolute, as when
 He trod upon your necks, and as much s[c]orns you.
 And when the Sun of Majesty shall break through
 The clouds of your rebellion, every beam
 Instead of comfortable heat shall send
 Consuming plagues among you; and you call
 That government which you term'd tyrannous
 Hereafter, gentle.
Sess. Flatter not thy self
 With these deluding hopes, thou cruel beast,
 Thou art i'th' toyle, and the glad Huntsman prouder,
 By whom thou art taken, of his prey, than if
 (Like thee) he should command, and spoil his Forrest.
Fer. What art thou?
Sess. To thy horror Duke of Sesse.
Fer. The Divel.
Sess. Reserv'd for thy damnation.
Fer. Why shakes my love?
Mart. O I am lost for ever;
 Mountains divide me from him; some kind hand
 Prevent our fearful meeting: Or lead me
 To the steep rock, whose rugged brows are bent
 Upon the swelling main; there let me hide me:
 And as our bodies then shall be divided,
 May our souls never meet.
Fer. Whence grows this, Sweetest?
Mar. There are a thousand furies in his looks;
 And in his deadly silence more loud horror,
 Than when in hell the tortur'd and tormentors
 Contend whose shreeks are greater. Wretched me!
 It is my father.
Sess. Yes, and I will own her, Sir,
 Till my revenge. It is my daughter, Ferrand;
 My daughter thou hast whor'd.
Fer. I triumph in it:
 To know she's thine, affords me more true pleasure,
 Than the act gave me, when even at the height,
 I crack'd her Virgin zone. Her shame dwell on thee,
 And all thy family; may they never know
 A female issue, but a whore; Ascanio.
 Ronvere, look cheerfull; be thou a man too,
 And learn of me to dye. That we might fall,
 And in our ruines swallow up this Kingdom,
 Nay the whole world, and make a second Chaos.
 And if from thence a new beginning rise,
 Be it recorded this did end with us;
 And from our dust hath embryon.
Ron. I liv'd with you,
 And will dye with you; your example makes me
 Equally bold.
Asc. And I resolv'd to bear
 What ere my fate appoints me.
Sess. They are ours,
 Now to the spoyl.
Boats. Pitty the Lady; to all else be deaf. [Exeunt.
 Within, Kill, kill, kill. [Alarum Flo. Trumpets. Retreat.

Enter Sesse with Ferrands head, the Citizens, Master, Boteswaine, Gunner, Souldiers bringing in Ascanio, and Martia.

Sess. Cruel beginnings meet with cruel ends;
 And the best sacrifice to Heaven for peace,
 Is tyrants blood: and those that stuck fast to him,
 Flesh'd instruments in his commands to mischief,
 With him dispatch'd.
Boats. They are cut off.
Sess. 'Tis well.
All. Thanks to the Duke of Sesse.
Sess. Pay that to Heaven,
 And for a general joy, give general thanks:
 For blessings nere descend from Heaven, but when
 A grateful Sacrifice ascends from men.
 To your devotion, leave me, there's a Scene,
 Which I would act alone; yet you may stay,
 For wanting just spectators, 'twill be nothing.
 The rest forbear me.
Cit. Liberty, liberty, liberty.
Mar. I would I were as far beneath the Centre,
 As now I stand above it; how I tremble!
 Thrice happy they that dyed; I dying live
 To stand the whirlwind of a fathers fury.
 Now it moves toward me.
Sess. Thou, I want a name,
 By which to stile thee: All articulate sounds
 That do express the mischief of vile woman,
 That are, or have been, or shall be, are weak
 To speak thee to the height. Witch, Parricide,
 For thou, in taking leave of modesty,
 Hast kild thy father, and his honor lost;
 He's but a walking shadow to torment thee.
 To leave, and rob thy father; then set free
 His foes, whose slavery he did prefer
 Above all treasure, was a strong defeazance
 To cut off, even the surest bonds of mercy.
 After all this, having given up thy self,
 Like to a sensual beast, a slave to lust,
 To play the whore, and then (high Heaven it racks me)
 To find out none to quench thy appetite,
 But the most cruel King, whom next to Hell,
 Thy father hated; and whose black imbraces
 Thou shouldst have fled from, as the whips of furies;
 What canst thou look for?

Enter Pandulph, and bodies born on the Herse.

[Flor. of Trumpets.

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