Phil.Where is mine Host, did not he see him neither?Die.Not I, i'faith Sir.Phil.Nor the muleter?Inc.Nay he is past seeing, unless it be in's sleep,By this time; all his visions were the pots,Three hours since Sir.Phil.Which way should she take?Nay, look you now; do you all stand still? good HeavenYou might have lighted on him, now this instant?For loves sake see[k] him out, who ever find himI will reward his fortune as his diligence;Get all the Town to help, that will be hir'd,Their pains I'll turn to annual holiday,If it shall chance, but one bring word of her,Pray you about it.Inc.Her Sir? who do you mean?Phil.(I had forgot my self) the Page I meantThat came along with us.Die.He you gave the clothes too?Phil.I ga' the clothes to; Rascal?Die.Nay good Sir.Phi.Why dost thou mention or upbraid my courtesiesSlave?Die.For your honor Sir.Phi.Wretch; I was honor'd,That she would wear 'em (he, I would say) 's death?Go, get, and find 'em out, or never see me,I shall betray my love e'r I possess it,Some Star direct me, or ill Planet strike me.[ExitPhil.Inc.Best to divide.Die.I'll this way.Inc.And I this.Die.I, as you, find him for aReal.Inc.'Tis done.Die.My course is now directly to some Pie-houseI know the Pages compass.Inc.I think ratherThe smock-side o'th' Town, the surer harborAt his years to put in.Die.If I do findThe hungry haunt, I take him by the teeth now.Inc.I by the tail, yet I as you.Die.No more.[E]xeunt.
Phil.Where is mine Host, did not he see him neither?
Die.Not I, i'faith Sir.
Phil.Nor the muleter?
Inc.Nay he is past seeing, unless it be in's sleep,By this time; all his visions were the pots,Three hours since Sir.
Phil.Which way should she take?Nay, look you now; do you all stand still? good HeavenYou might have lighted on him, now this instant?For loves sake see[k] him out, who ever find himI will reward his fortune as his diligence;Get all the Town to help, that will be hir'd,Their pains I'll turn to annual holiday,If it shall chance, but one bring word of her,Pray you about it.
Inc.Her Sir? who do you mean?
Phil.(I had forgot my self) the Page I meantThat came along with us.
Die.He you gave the clothes too?
Phil.I ga' the clothes to; Rascal?
Die.Nay good Sir.
Phi.Why dost thou mention or upbraid my courtesiesSlave?
Die.For your honor Sir.
Phi.Wretch; I was honor'd,That she would wear 'em (he, I would say) 's death?Go, get, and find 'em out, or never see me,I shall betray my love e'r I possess it,Some Star direct me, or ill Planet strike me.[ExitPhil.
Inc.Best to divide.
Die.I'll this way.
Inc.And I this.
Die.I, as you, find him for aReal.
Inc.'Tis done.
Die.My course is now directly to some Pie-houseI know the Pages compass.
Inc.I think ratherThe smock-side o'th' Town, the surer harborAt his years to put in.
Die.If I do findThe hungry haunt, I take him by the teeth now.
Inc.I by the tail, yet I as you.
Die.No more.[E]xeunt.
EnterPhilippo.
Phi.DearLeocadia, where canst thou be fledThus like a spirit hence? and in a moment?What cloud can hide thee from my following searchIf yet thou art a body? sure she hath notTane any house? she did too late leave oneWhere all humanity of a place receiv'd her,And would, (if she had staid) have help'd to rightThe wrong her fortune did her; yet she mustBe [inter'd] somewhere, or be found, no street,Lane, passage, corner, turn, hath scap'd enquiry:If her despair had ravish'd her to airShe could not yet be ratified soBut some of us should meet her? though their eyesPerhaps be leaden, and might turn; mine wouldStrike out a lightning for her, and divideA mist as thick as ever darkness was,Nay see her through a quarry; they do lye,Lye grosly that say love is blind; by him,And heaven they lye; he has a sight can pierceThrough Ivory, as cleer as it were horn,And reach his object.
Phi.DearLeocadia, where canst thou be fledThus like a spirit hence? and in a moment?What cloud can hide thee from my following searchIf yet thou art a body? sure she hath notTane any house? she did too late leave oneWhere all humanity of a place receiv'd her,And would, (if she had staid) have help'd to rightThe wrong her fortune did her; yet she mustBe [inter'd] somewhere, or be found, no street,Lane, passage, corner, turn, hath scap'd enquiry:If her despair had ravish'd her to airShe could not yet be ratified soBut some of us should meet her? though their eyesPerhaps be leaden, and might turn; mine wouldStrike out a lightning for her, and divideA mist as thick as ever darkness was,Nay see her through a quarry; they do lye,Lye grosly that say love is blind; by him,And heaven they lye; he has a sight can pierceThrough Ivory, as cleer as it were horn,And reach his object.
EnterIncubo.
Inc.Sir, he's found, he's found.Phi.Ha? where? But reach that happy Note againAnd let it relish truth, thou art an Angel.Inc.He's here; fast by Sir, calling for a BoatTo go aboard the Gallies.Phi.Where, where; hold thee.[Exit.Inc.He might ha' kept this now, I had nought to shew for't,If he had had the wit t' have gone from's word,These direct men, they are no men of fashion,Talk what you will, this is a very smelt.[Exit.
Inc.Sir, he's found, he's found.
Phi.Ha? where? But reach that happy Note againAnd let it relish truth, thou art an Angel.
Inc.He's here; fast by Sir, calling for a BoatTo go aboard the Gallies.
Phi.Where, where; hold thee.[Exit.
Inc.He might ha' kept this now, I had nought to shew for't,If he had had the wit t' have gone from's word,These direct men, they are no men of fashion,Talk what you will, this is a very smelt.[Exit.
EnterLeonardowith a Surgeon.
Leo.Upon your Art Sir, and your faith to assist itShall I believe you then his wound's not mortal?Surg.Sir, 'tis not worth your question; less your fear.Leo.You doe restore me Sir, I pray you acceptThis small remembrance of a fathers thanksFor so assur'd a benefit.Surg.Excuse me.Leo.Sir, I can spare it, and must not believeBut that your fortune may receiv't, exceptYou'ld ha' me think you live not by your practice.Sur.I crave your pardon Sir; you teach me manners.Leo.I crave your love and friendship, and requireAs I have made now, both my self and businessA portion of your care, you will but bring meUnder the person of a call'd assistantTo his next opening, where I may but see him,And utter a few words to him in private,And you will merit me; for I am lothSince here I have not to appear my self,Or to be known unto the Governor,Or make a tumult of my purpose.Surg.NeitherI hope will be your need Sir; I shall bring youBoth there, and off again without the hazard.[Exeunt.
Leo.Upon your Art Sir, and your faith to assist itShall I believe you then his wound's not mortal?
Surg.Sir, 'tis not worth your question; less your fear.
Leo.You doe restore me Sir, I pray you acceptThis small remembrance of a fathers thanksFor so assur'd a benefit.
Surg.Excuse me.
Leo.Sir, I can spare it, and must not believeBut that your fortune may receiv't, exceptYou'ld ha' me think you live not by your practice.
Sur.I crave your pardon Sir; you teach me manners.
Leo.I crave your love and friendship, and requireAs I have made now, both my self and businessA portion of your care, you will but bring meUnder the person of a call'd assistantTo his next opening, where I may but see him,And utter a few words to him in private,And you will merit me; for I am lothSince here I have not to appear my self,Or to be known unto the Governor,Or make a tumult of my purpose.
Surg.NeitherI hope will be your need Sir; I shall bring youBoth there, and off again without the hazard.[Exeunt.
EnterPhilippo,andLeocadia.
Ph.Will you not hear me!Leo.I have heard so muchWill keep me deaf for ever; No,Mark-antonioAfter thy sentence, I may hear no more,Thou hast pronounc'd me dead.Phi.Appeal to reason,She will reprieve you from the power of grief,Which rules but in her absence; Hear me sayA soveraign message from her, which in duty,And love to your own safety, you ought hear:Why do you strive so? whither would you flie?You cannot wrest your self away from careYou may from counsel; you may shift your placeBut not your person; and another ClymeMakes you no other.Leo.Oh.Phi.For passions sake,(Which I do serve, honor, and love in you)If you will sigh, sigh here; If you would varyA sigh to tears, or out-cry, do it here.No shade, no desart, darkness, nor the graveShall be more equal to your thoughts than I,Only but hear me speak.Leo.What would you say?Phi.That which shall raise your heart, or pull down mine,Quiet your passion, or provoke mine own;We must have both one balsome, or one wound,For know (lov'd fair) since the first providenceMade me your rescue, I have read you through,And with a wondring pity look'd on you,I have observ'd the method of your blood,And waited on it even with sympathyOf a like Red, and Paleness in mine own;I knew which blush was angers, which was loves,Which was the eye of sorrow, which of truth:And could distinguish honor from disdainIn every change: and you are worth my study;I saw your voluntary miserySustain'd in travel: A disguis'd MaidWearied with seeking: and with finding lost,Neglected, where you hop'd most, or put by;I saw it, and have laid it to my heart,And though it were my Sister which was righted,Yet being by your wrong, I put off nature,Could not be glad, where I [was] bound to triumph;My care for you, so drown'd respect of her;Nor did I only apprehend your bonds,But studied your release: and for that dayHave I made up a ransom, brought [you] healthPreservative 'gainst chance, or injuryPlease you apply it to the grief; my self.Leo.Humph.Phi.Nay, do not think me less than such a cure,Antoniowas not; And 'tis possiblePhilippomay succeed: My bloud and houseAre as deep rooted: and as fairly spread,AsMark-antonio['s], and in that, all seek,Fortune hath given him no precedency:As for our thanks to Nature I may burnIncense as much as he; I ever durstWalk withAntonioby the self-same lightAt any feast, or triumph, and ne'r car'dWhich side my Lady or her woman tookIn their survey; I durst have told my tale tooThough his discourse new ended.Leo.My repulse.Phil.Let not that torture you, w[h]ich makes me happyNor think that conscience (fair) which is no shame'Twas no repulse, [I] was your Dowry rather:For then methought a thousand graces metTo make you lovely, and ten thousand storiesOf constant virtue, which you then out-reach'd,In one example did proclaim you rich:Nor do I think you wretched, or disgrac'd,After this suffering, and do therefore takeAdvantage of your need; but rather knowYou are the charge and business of those powers,Who, like best Tutors, do inflict hard tasksUpon great Natures, and of noblest hopes;Read trivial Lessons, and halfe lines to sluggs;They that live long, and never feel mischance,Spend more than halfe their age in ignorance.Leo.'Tis well you think so.Phi.You shall think so too,You shall sweetLeocadia, and do so.Leo.Good Sir no more; you have too fair a shapeTo play so foul a part in, as the Tempter:Say that I [could] make peace with fortune, who,Who should absolve me of my vow yet; ha?My Contract made?Phi.Your Contract?Leo.Yes, my Contract,Am I not his? his wife?Phi.Sweet, nothing less.Leo.I have no name then?Phi.Truly then you have not;How can you be his wife, who was beforeAnothers Husband?Leo.Oh, though he dispenceWith his faith given, I cannot with mine.Phi.You do mistake (cleer soul) his precontractDoth annul yours, and you have giv'n no faithThat ties you in Religion, or humanity,You rather sin against that greater precept,To covet what's anothers; Sweet, you doBelieve me, who dare not urge dishonest things,Remove that scruple therefore, and but takeYour dangers now, into your judgements skaleAnd weigh them with your safeties: Think but whitherNow you can goe: what you can do to live?How near you ha' barr'd all Ports [to] your own succor,Except this one that I here open: LoveShould you be left alone, you were a preyTo the wild lust of any, who would lookUpon this shape like a temptationAnd think you want the man you personateWould not regard this shift, which love put onAs virtue forc'd, but covet it like vice;So should you live the slander of each Sex,And be the child of error and of shame,And which is worse, evenMark-antonieWould be call'd just, to turn a wanderer off,And Fame report you worthy his contempt;Where if you make new choice, and settle hereThere is no further tumult in this flood,Each current keeps his course, and all suspitionsShall return honors: Came you forth a Maid?Go home a Wife? alone? and in disguise?Go home a waitedLeocadia:Go home, and by the vir[t]ue of that charmTransform all mischiefs, as you are transform'd;Turn your offended Fathers wrath to wonder,A[n]d all his loud grief to a silent welcome:Unfold the Riddles you have made, what say you?
Ph.Will you not hear me!
Leo.I have heard so muchWill keep me deaf for ever; No,Mark-antonioAfter thy sentence, I may hear no more,Thou hast pronounc'd me dead.
Phi.Appeal to reason,She will reprieve you from the power of grief,Which rules but in her absence; Hear me sayA soveraign message from her, which in duty,And love to your own safety, you ought hear:Why do you strive so? whither would you flie?You cannot wrest your self away from careYou may from counsel; you may shift your placeBut not your person; and another ClymeMakes you no other.
Leo.Oh.
Phi.For passions sake,(Which I do serve, honor, and love in you)If you will sigh, sigh here; If you would varyA sigh to tears, or out-cry, do it here.No shade, no desart, darkness, nor the graveShall be more equal to your thoughts than I,Only but hear me speak.
Leo.What would you say?
Phi.That which shall raise your heart, or pull down mine,Quiet your passion, or provoke mine own;We must have both one balsome, or one wound,For know (lov'd fair) since the first providenceMade me your rescue, I have read you through,And with a wondring pity look'd on you,I have observ'd the method of your blood,And waited on it even with sympathyOf a like Red, and Paleness in mine own;I knew which blush was angers, which was loves,Which was the eye of sorrow, which of truth:And could distinguish honor from disdainIn every change: and you are worth my study;I saw your voluntary miserySustain'd in travel: A disguis'd MaidWearied with seeking: and with finding lost,Neglected, where you hop'd most, or put by;I saw it, and have laid it to my heart,And though it were my Sister which was righted,Yet being by your wrong, I put off nature,Could not be glad, where I [was] bound to triumph;My care for you, so drown'd respect of her;Nor did I only apprehend your bonds,But studied your release: and for that dayHave I made up a ransom, brought [you] healthPreservative 'gainst chance, or injuryPlease you apply it to the grief; my self.
Leo.Humph.
Phi.Nay, do not think me less than such a cure,Antoniowas not; And 'tis possiblePhilippomay succeed: My bloud and houseAre as deep rooted: and as fairly spread,AsMark-antonio['s], and in that, all seek,Fortune hath given him no precedency:As for our thanks to Nature I may burnIncense as much as he; I ever durstWalk withAntonioby the self-same lightAt any feast, or triumph, and ne'r car'dWhich side my Lady or her woman tookIn their survey; I durst have told my tale tooThough his discourse new ended.
Leo.My repulse.
Phil.Let not that torture you, w[h]ich makes me happyNor think that conscience (fair) which is no shame'Twas no repulse, [I] was your Dowry rather:For then methought a thousand graces metTo make you lovely, and ten thousand storiesOf constant virtue, which you then out-reach'd,In one example did proclaim you rich:Nor do I think you wretched, or disgrac'd,After this suffering, and do therefore takeAdvantage of your need; but rather knowYou are the charge and business of those powers,Who, like best Tutors, do inflict hard tasksUpon great Natures, and of noblest hopes;Read trivial Lessons, and halfe lines to sluggs;They that live long, and never feel mischance,Spend more than halfe their age in ignorance.
Leo.'Tis well you think so.
Phi.You shall think so too,You shall sweetLeocadia, and do so.
Leo.Good Sir no more; you have too fair a shapeTo play so foul a part in, as the Tempter:Say that I [could] make peace with fortune, who,Who should absolve me of my vow yet; ha?My Contract made?
Phi.Your Contract?
Leo.Yes, my Contract,Am I not his? his wife?
Phi.Sweet, nothing less.
Leo.I have no name then?
Phi.Truly then you have not;How can you be his wife, who was beforeAnothers Husband?
Leo.Oh, though he dispenceWith his faith given, I cannot with mine.
Phi.You do mistake (cleer soul) his precontractDoth annul yours, and you have giv'n no faithThat ties you in Religion, or humanity,You rather sin against that greater precept,To covet what's anothers; Sweet, you doBelieve me, who dare not urge dishonest things,Remove that scruple therefore, and but takeYour dangers now, into your judgements skaleAnd weigh them with your safeties: Think but whitherNow you can goe: what you can do to live?How near you ha' barr'd all Ports [to] your own succor,Except this one that I here open: LoveShould you be left alone, you were a preyTo the wild lust of any, who would lookUpon this shape like a temptationAnd think you want the man you personateWould not regard this shift, which love put onAs virtue forc'd, but covet it like vice;So should you live the slander of each Sex,And be the child of error and of shame,And which is worse, evenMark-antonieWould be call'd just, to turn a wanderer off,And Fame report you worthy his contempt;Where if you make new choice, and settle hereThere is no further tumult in this flood,Each current keeps his course, and all suspitionsShall return honors: Came you forth a Maid?Go home a Wife? alone? and in disguise?Go home a waitedLeocadia:Go home, and by the vir[t]ue of that charmTransform all mischiefs, as you are transform'd;Turn your offended Fathers wrath to wonder,A[n]d all his loud grief to a silent welcome:Unfold the Riddles you have made, what say you?
EnterSanchiocarried,Alphonso,and Servants.
Now is the time; delay is but despair,If you be chang'd, let a kiss tell me so.Leo.I am: but how, I rather feel than know.Sanc.Come Sir; you are welcome now toBarcelona,Take off my hood.Phi.Who be these? stay, let's view 'em?Alph.'Twas a long journey: are you not weary Sir?Sanc.Weary? I could have rid it in mine Armour.Leo.Alas!Phi.What ail you dear?Leo.It is my Father.Phi.Your Father: which?Leo.He that is carried: ohLet us make hence.Phi.For loves sake: good my heart.Leo.Into some house before he see me.Phi.Dear,Be not thus frighted.Leo.Oh his wrath is tempest.Phi.Sweet, take your spirit to you, and stay, be't he,He cannot know you in this habit, and meI'm sure he less knows, for he never saw me.Alph.Ha? who is that? my SonPhilippo?Phi.Sir.Alph.Why, what make you here? Is thisSalamanca?And that your study? ha? nay stay him too,We'll see him by his leave.Serv.You must not strive Sir.Alph.No, no, come near.Sanc.My Daughter:Leocadia?Alph.How Sir, your Daughter?Sanc.Yes Sir, and as sureAs that's your Son: Come hither: what now? runOut o' your sex? breech'd? was't not enoughAt once to leave thy Father, and thine honor,Unless th' hadst quit thy self too.Phi.Sir, what faultShe can be urg'd of, I must take on meThe guilt and punishment.Sanc.You must Sir: howIf you shall not, though you must? I deal notWith boys Sir; I, you have a Father hereShall do me right.Alph.Thou art not madPhilippo?Art thouMark-antonie? Son toLeonardo?Our business is to them.Sanc.No, no, no, no.I'll ha' the business now; with you, none else,Pray you let's speak, in private: (carry me to him)Your Son's the ravisher Sir, and here I find him:I hope you'll give me cause to think you noble,And do me right, with your sword Sir, as becomesOne gentleman of honor to another;All this is fair Sir: here's the Sea fast by,Upon the sands, we will determine'Tis that I call you to; let's make no daies on't,I'll lead your way; to the sea-side Rascals.Phil.SirI would beseech your stay; he may not follow you.San.No, turn, I'll kill him here then: Slaves, Rogues, Bloks.Why do you not bear me to him? ha' you beenAcquainted with my motions, loggs, so longAnd yet not know to time 'em.Phi.Were you SirNot impotent.Alph.Hold you your peace Boy.Sanc.Impotent,'Death, I'll cut his throat first, and then his Fathers.Alph.You must provide you then a sharper RazorThan is your tongue, for I not fear your sword.Sanc.'Heart bear me to either of 'em.Phi.Pray Sir your patience.
Now is the time; delay is but despair,If you be chang'd, let a kiss tell me so.
Leo.I am: but how, I rather feel than know.
Sanc.Come Sir; you are welcome now toBarcelona,Take off my hood.
Phi.Who be these? stay, let's view 'em?
Alph.'Twas a long journey: are you not weary Sir?
Sanc.Weary? I could have rid it in mine Armour.
Leo.Alas!
Phi.What ail you dear?
Leo.It is my Father.
Phi.Your Father: which?
Leo.He that is carried: ohLet us make hence.
Phi.For loves sake: good my heart.
Leo.Into some house before he see me.
Phi.Dear,Be not thus frighted.
Leo.Oh his wrath is tempest.
Phi.Sweet, take your spirit to you, and stay, be't he,He cannot know you in this habit, and meI'm sure he less knows, for he never saw me.
Alph.Ha? who is that? my SonPhilippo?
Phi.Sir.
Alph.Why, what make you here? Is thisSalamanca?And that your study? ha? nay stay him too,We'll see him by his leave.
Serv.You must not strive Sir.
Alph.No, no, come near.
Sanc.My Daughter:Leocadia?
Alph.How Sir, your Daughter?
Sanc.Yes Sir, and as sureAs that's your Son: Come hither: what now? runOut o' your sex? breech'd? was't not enoughAt once to leave thy Father, and thine honor,Unless th' hadst quit thy self too.
Phi.Sir, what faultShe can be urg'd of, I must take on meThe guilt and punishment.
Sanc.You must Sir: howIf you shall not, though you must? I deal notWith boys Sir; I, you have a Father hereShall do me right.
Alph.Thou art not madPhilippo?Art thouMark-antonie? Son toLeonardo?Our business is to them.
Sanc.No, no, no, no.I'll ha' the business now; with you, none else,Pray you let's speak, in private: (carry me to him)Your Son's the ravisher Sir, and here I find him:I hope you'll give me cause to think you noble,And do me right, with your sword Sir, as becomesOne gentleman of honor to another;All this is fair Sir: here's the Sea fast by,Upon the sands, we will determine'Tis that I call you to; let's make no daies on't,I'll lead your way; to the sea-side Rascals.
Phil.SirI would beseech your stay; he may not follow you.
San.No, turn, I'll kill him here then: Slaves, Rogues, Bloks.Why do you not bear me to him? ha' you beenAcquainted with my motions, loggs, so longAnd yet not know to time 'em.
Phi.Were you SirNot impotent.
Alph.Hold you your peace Boy.
Sanc.Impotent,'Death, I'll cut his throat first, and then his Fathers.
Alph.You must provide you then a sharper RazorThan is your tongue, for I not fear your sword.
Sanc.'Heart bear me to either of 'em.
Phi.Pray Sir your patience.
Enter Governor and Attendants.
Alph.My curse light on thee if thou stay him.Phi.Hold.Gov.Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen, what tumultIs this you raise i'th' street? before my door?Know you what 'tis to draw a weapon here?Sanc.Yes, and to use it (bear me up to him, Rogues)Thus, at a Traitors heart.Alph.Truer than thine.Gov.Strike, strike; Some of the people disarm 'em,Kill 'em if they resist.Phi.Nay generous SirLet not your courtesie turn fury now.Gov.Lay hold upon 'em, take away their weapons,I will be worth an answer, e'r we part.Phi.'Tis the Governor Sir.Alph.I yield my self.Sanch.My Sword? what thinkst thou of me? pray thee tell me.1Attend.As of a Gentleman.Sanch.No more?1Attend.Of worth,And quality.Sanch.And I should quit my swordThere were small worth or quality in that friend;Pray thee learn thou more worth and qualityThan to demand it.Gov.Force it I say.1Attend.The GovernorYou hear, commands.Sanch.The Governr shall pardon me.Phi.How,Leocadiagone again?[ExitPhi.Sanch.He shall friendI' th' point of honor; by his leave, so tell him,His person and authority I acknowledge,And do submit me to it; but my Sword,He shall excuse me, were he fifteen Governors;That and I dwell together, and must yetTill my hands part, assure him.Gov.I say force it.Sanch.Stay, hear me. Hast thou ever readCaranza?Understandst thou honor, Noble Governor?Gov.For that we'll have more fit dispute.Sanch.Your name Sir?Gov.You shall know that too: but on colder terms,Your blood and brain are now too hot to take it.Sanch.Force my Sword from me? this is an affront.Gov.Bring 'em away.Sanch.You'll do me reparation.[Exeunt.
Alph.My curse light on thee if thou stay him.
Phi.Hold.
Gov.Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen, what tumultIs this you raise i'th' street? before my door?Know you what 'tis to draw a weapon here?
Sanc.Yes, and to use it (bear me up to him, Rogues)Thus, at a Traitors heart.
Alph.Truer than thine.
Gov.Strike, strike; Some of the people disarm 'em,Kill 'em if they resist.
Phi.Nay generous SirLet not your courtesie turn fury now.
Gov.Lay hold upon 'em, take away their weapons,I will be worth an answer, e'r we part.
Phi.'Tis the Governor Sir.
Alph.I yield my self.
Sanch.My Sword? what thinkst thou of me? pray thee tell me.
1Attend.As of a Gentleman.
Sanch.No more?
1Attend.Of worth,And quality.
Sanch.And I should quit my swordThere were small worth or quality in that friend;Pray thee learn thou more worth and qualityThan to demand it.
Gov.Force it I say.
1Attend.The GovernorYou hear, commands.
Sanch.The Governr shall pardon me.
Phi.How,Leocadiagone again?[ExitPhi.
Sanch.He shall friendI' th' point of honor; by his leave, so tell him,His person and authority I acknowledge,And do submit me to it; but my Sword,He shall excuse me, were he fifteen Governors;That and I dwell together, and must yetTill my hands part, assure him.
Gov.I say force it.
Sanch.Stay, hear me. Hast thou ever readCaranza?Understandst thou honor, Noble Governor?
Gov.For that we'll have more fit dispute.
Sanch.Your name Sir?
Gov.You shall know that too: but on colder terms,Your blood and brain are now too hot to take it.
Sanch.Force my Sword from me? this is an affront.
Gov.Bring 'em away.
Sanch.You'll do me reparation.[Exeunt.
EnterPhilippo.
Phi.I have for ever lost her, and am lost,And worthily: my lameness hath undone me;She's gone hence, asham'd of me: yet I seek her.Will she be ever found to me again,Whom she saw stand so poorly, and dare nothingIn her defence, here? when I should have drawnThis Sword out like a Meteor, and have shot itIn both our Parents eies, and left 'em blindUnto their impotent angers? Oh I am worthyOn whom this loss and scorn should light to deathWithout the pity that should wish me better,Either alive, or in my Epitaph.
Phi.I have for ever lost her, and am lost,And worthily: my lameness hath undone me;She's gone hence, asham'd of me: yet I seek her.Will she be ever found to me again,Whom she saw stand so poorly, and dare nothingIn her defence, here? when I should have drawnThis Sword out like a Meteor, and have shot itIn both our Parents eies, and left 'em blindUnto their impotent angers? Oh I am worthyOn whom this loss and scorn should light to deathWithout the pity that should wish me better,Either alive, or in my Epitaph.
EnterLeonardo, Mark-Antonio.
Leo.Well Son, your Father is too near himselfAnd hath too much of nature to put offAny affection that belongs to you,I could have only wish'd you had acquaintedHer Father, whom it equally concerns,Though y'had presum'd on me: it might have open'dAn easier gate, and path to both our joyes:For though I am none of those flinty FathersThat when their children do but natural things,Turn rock and offence straight: yetMark-antonio,All are not of my quarry.Mar.'Tis my fear Sir;And if hereafter I should e'r abuseSo great a piety, it were my malice.
Leo.Well Son, your Father is too near himselfAnd hath too much of nature to put offAny affection that belongs to you,I could have only wish'd you had acquaintedHer Father, whom it equally concerns,Though y'had presum'd on me: it might have open'dAn easier gate, and path to both our joyes:For though I am none of those flinty FathersThat when their children do but natural things,Turn rock and offence straight: yetMark-antonio,All are not of my quarry.
Mar.'Tis my fear Sir;And if hereafter I should e'r abuseSo great a piety, it were my malice.
Enter Attendants.
Atten.We must intreat you Gentlemen to takeAnother room, the Governor is comingHere, on some business.
Atten.We must intreat you Gentlemen to takeAnother room, the Governor is comingHere, on some business.
Enter Governor, Sanchio, Alphonso.Attendants.
Mar.We will give him way.Sanch.I will have right Sir on you; that believe,If there be any Marshals Court inSpain.Gov.For that Sir we shall talk.Sanch.—— Do not slight me,Though I am without a Sword.Gov.Keep to your Chair Sir.Sanch.—— Let me fall, and hurle my chair! (slaves) at him.Gov.You are the more temper'd man Sir: let me intreatOf you the manner how this brawl fell out.Alph.Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much:But here we came Sir to this Town together,Both in one business, and one wrong, engag'd,To seek oneLeonardo, an oldGenoese,I ha' said enough there; would you more? false fatherOf a false son, call'dMark-antonio,Who had stole both our Daughters; and which FatherConspiring with his Son in treachery,It seem'd, to flie our satisfaction,Was, as we heard, come private to this TownHere to take ship forItaly.Leo.You heardMore than was true then: by the fear, or falshood,And though I thought not to reveal my self(Pardon my manners in't to you) for someImportant reasons; yet being thus character'dAnd challeng'd, know I dare appear, and doeTo who dares threaten.Mar.I say he is not worthyThe name of man, or any honest preface,That dares report or credit such a slander.Do you Sir say it?Alph.I doe say it.Gov.Hold.Is this your father SigniorMark-antonio?You have ill requited me thus to conceal himFrom him would honor him, and do him service.
Mar.We will give him way.
Sanch.I will have right Sir on you; that believe,If there be any Marshals Court inSpain.
Gov.For that Sir we shall talk.
Sanch.—— Do not slight me,Though I am without a Sword.
Gov.Keep to your Chair Sir.
Sanch.—— Let me fall, and hurle my chair! (slaves) at him.
Gov.You are the more temper'd man Sir: let me intreatOf you the manner how this brawl fell out.
Alph.Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much:But here we came Sir to this Town together,Both in one business, and one wrong, engag'd,To seek oneLeonardo, an oldGenoese,I ha' said enough there; would you more? false fatherOf a false son, call'dMark-antonio,Who had stole both our Daughters; and which FatherConspiring with his Son in treachery,It seem'd, to flie our satisfaction,Was, as we heard, come private to this TownHere to take ship forItaly.
Leo.You heardMore than was true then: by the fear, or falshood,And though I thought not to reveal my self(Pardon my manners in't to you) for someImportant reasons; yet being thus character'dAnd challeng'd, know I dare appear, and doeTo who dares threaten.
Mar.I say he is not worthyThe name of man, or any honest preface,That dares report or credit such a slander.Do you Sir say it?
Alph.I doe say it.
Gov.Hold.Is this your father SigniorMark-antonio?You have ill requited me thus to conceal himFrom him would honor him, and do him service.
EnterEugenia.
Leon.'Twas not his fault Sir.Eug.Where's my Lord?Gov.Sweet-heart.Eug.Know you these Gentlemen? they are all the fathersUnto our friends.Gov.So it appears my Dove.Sanch.Sir, I say nothing: I do want a Sword.And till I have a Sword I will say nothing.Eug.Good Sir, command these Gentlemen their Arms;Entreat 'em as your friends, not as your prisoners.Where be their Swords?Gov.Restore each man his weapon.Sanch.It seems thou hast not readCaranza, fellowI must have reparation of honor,As well as this: I find that wounded.Gov.Sir,I did not know your quality, if I had'Tis like I should have done you more respects.Sanch.It is sufficient, byCaranza'srule.Eug.I know it is Sir.Sanch.Have you readCaranzaLady?Eug.If you mean him that writ upon the Duel,He was my kinsman.Sanch.Lady, then you knowBy the right noble writings of your kinsman,My honor is as dear to me, as the Kings.Eug.'Tis very true Sir.Sanch.Therefore [I] must craveLeave to go on now with my first dependance.Eug.What ha' you more?Gov.None here good Signior.Sanch.I will, refer me toCaranzastill.Eug.Nay love, I prethee let me manage this.With whom is't Sir?Sanch.With that false manAlphonso.Eug.Why he has th' advantage Sir, in legs.Sanch.But IIn truth, in hand and heart, and a good Sword.Eug.But how if he will not stand you Sir?Alph.For that,Make it no question Lady, I will stickMy feet in earth down by him, where he dare.Sanch.O would thou wouldst.Alph.I'll do't.Sanch.Let me kiss him.I fear thou wilt not yet.Eug.Why Gentlemen,If you'll proceed according toCaranza,Methinks an easier way, were [two] good chairs,So you would be content Sir, to be bound,'Cause he is lame? I'll fit you with like weapons,Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. IfThe difference between you be so mortal,It cannot be tane up.Sanch.Tane up? take offThis head first.Alph.Come bind me in a chair.Eug.Yes, do.Gait.What mean you, Dove.Eug.Let me alone,And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' doneLend me two Ponyards; I'll have Pistols readyQuickly.[Exit.
Leon.'Twas not his fault Sir.
Eug.Where's my Lord?
Gov.Sweet-heart.
Eug.Know you these Gentlemen? they are all the fathersUnto our friends.
Gov.So it appears my Dove.
Sanch.Sir, I say nothing: I do want a Sword.And till I have a Sword I will say nothing.
Eug.Good Sir, command these Gentlemen their Arms;Entreat 'em as your friends, not as your prisoners.Where be their Swords?
Gov.Restore each man his weapon.
Sanch.It seems thou hast not readCaranza, fellowI must have reparation of honor,As well as this: I find that wounded.
Gov.Sir,I did not know your quality, if I had'Tis like I should have done you more respects.
Sanch.It is sufficient, byCaranza'srule.
Eug.I know it is Sir.
Sanch.Have you readCaranzaLady?
Eug.If you mean him that writ upon the Duel,He was my kinsman.
Sanch.Lady, then you knowBy the right noble writings of your kinsman,My honor is as dear to me, as the Kings.
Eug.'Tis very true Sir.
Sanch.Therefore [I] must craveLeave to go on now with my first dependance.
Eug.What ha' you more?
Gov.None here good Signior.
Sanch.I will, refer me toCaranzastill.
Eug.Nay love, I prethee let me manage this.With whom is't Sir?
Sanch.With that false manAlphonso.
Eug.Why he has th' advantage Sir, in legs.
Sanch.But IIn truth, in hand and heart, and a good Sword.
Eug.But how if he will not stand you Sir?
Alph.For that,Make it no question Lady, I will stickMy feet in earth down by him, where he dare.
Sanch.O would thou wouldst.
Alph.I'll do't.
Sanch.Let me kiss him.I fear thou wilt not yet.
Eug.Why Gentlemen,If you'll proceed according toCaranza,Methinks an easier way, were [two] good chairs,So you would be content Sir, to be bound,'Cause he is lame? I'll fit you with like weapons,Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. IfThe difference between you be so mortal,It cannot be tane up.
Sanch.Tane up? take offThis head first.
Alph.Come bind me in a chair.
Eug.Yes, do.
Gait.What mean you, Dove.
Eug.Let me alone,And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' doneLend me two Ponyards; I'll have Pistols readyQuickly.[Exit.
EnterPhilippo.
Phi.She is not hereMark-antonio,Saw you notLeocadia?Mar.Not I brother.Phi.Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her.Mar.I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it?Phi.You were not worthy of her.Mar.May be I was not;But 'tis not well, you tell me so.Phi.My SisterIs not so fair.Mar.It skils not.Phi.Nor so virtuous.Mar.Yes, she must be as virtuous.Phi.I would fain—Mar.What brother?Phi.Strike you.Mar.I shall not bear strokes,Though I do these strange words.Phi.Will you not kill me?Mar.For what good brother?Phi.Why, for speaking wellOfLeocadia.Mar.No indeed.Phi.Nor illOfTheodosia?
Phi.She is not hereMark-antonio,Saw you notLeocadia?
Mar.Not I brother.
Phi.Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her.
Mar.I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it?
Phi.You were not worthy of her.
Mar.May be I was not;But 'tis not well, you tell me so.
Phi.My SisterIs not so fair.
Mar.It skils not.
Phi.Nor so virtuous.
Mar.Yes, she must be as virtuous.
Phi.I would fain—
Mar.What brother?
Phi.Strike you.
Mar.I shall not bear strokes,Though I do these strange words.
Phi.Will you not kill me?
Mar.For what good brother?
Phi.Why, for speaking wellOfLeocadia.
Mar.No indeed.
Phi.Nor illOfTheodosia?
EnterEugenia, Leocadia, Theodosia,and one with two Pistols.
Mar.Neither.Phi.Fare you well then.Eug.Nay, you shall have as noble seconds tooAs ever Duelists had; give 'em their weapons:NowSt. Jago.Sanch.Are they charg'd?Eug.Charg'd Sir?I warrant you.Alph.Would they were well discharg'd.Sanch.I like a Sword much better I confess.Eug.Nay, wherefore stay you? shall I mend your mark?Strike one another, thorough these?Phi.My love.Alph.MyTheodosia.Sanch.I ha' not the heart.Alph.Nor I.Eug.Why here is a dependence ended.Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to youYour Sons and Daughters, and be friends. A feastWaits you within, is better than your fray:Lovers, take you your own, and all forbearUnder my roof, either to blush or fear.My love, what say you? couldCaranzahimselfCarry a business better?Gov.It is well:All are content I hope, and we well eas'd.If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd.[Exeunt.
Mar.Neither.
Phi.Fare you well then.
Eug.Nay, you shall have as noble seconds tooAs ever Duelists had; give 'em their weapons:NowSt. Jago.
Sanch.Are they charg'd?
Eug.Charg'd Sir?I warrant you.
Alph.Would they were well discharg'd.
Sanch.I like a Sword much better I confess.
Eug.Nay, wherefore stay you? shall I mend your mark?Strike one another, thorough these?
Phi.My love.
Alph.MyTheodosia.
Sanch.I ha' not the heart.
Alph.Nor I.
Eug.Why here is a dependence ended.Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to youYour Sons and Daughters, and be friends. A feastWaits you within, is better than your fray:Lovers, take you your own, and all forbearUnder my roof, either to blush or fear.My love, what say you? couldCaranzahimselfCarry a business better?
Gov.It is well:All are content I hope, and we well eas'd.If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd.[Exeunt.
To this place Gentlemen, full many a dayWe have bid ye welcome; and to many a Play:And those whose angry souls were not diseas'dWith Law, or lending Money, we have pleas'd;And make no doubt to do again. This nightNo mighty matter, nor no light,We must intreat you look for: A good tale,Told in two hours, we will not failIf we be perfect, to rehearse ye: NewI am sure it is, and handsome; but how trueLet them dispute that writ it. Ten to oneWe please the Women, and I would know that manFollows not their example? If ye meanTo know the Play well, travel with the Scene.For it lies upon the Road; if we chance tire,As ye are good men, leave us not i'th' mire,Another bait may mend us: If you growA little gall'd or weary; cry but hoa,And we'll stay for ye. When our journey endsEvery mans Pot I hope, and all part friends.
To this place Gentlemen, full many a dayWe have bid ye welcome; and to many a Play:And those whose angry souls were not diseas'dWith Law, or lending Money, we have pleas'd;And make no doubt to do again. This nightNo mighty matter, nor no light,We must intreat you look for: A good tale,Told in two hours, we will not failIf we be perfect, to rehearse ye: NewI am sure it is, and handsome; but how trueLet them dispute that writ it. Ten to oneWe please the Women, and I would know that manFollows not their example? If ye meanTo know the Play well, travel with the Scene.For it lies upon the Road; if we chance tire,As ye are good men, leave us not i'th' mire,Another bait may mend us: If you growA little gall'd or weary; cry but hoa,And we'll stay for ye. When our journey endsEvery mans Pot I hope, and all part friends.
A Tragedy.
The Persons Represented in the Play.
WOMEN.
The Scene Naples.
The principal Actors were
EnterVirolet,and Boy.