Part 3

_Man._ 'Tis too late, Hee's gone, past all recovery: now reproof Were but unseasonable when I should give comfort, And yet remember Sister.

_Guio._ O forbear, Search for the murtherer, and remove the body, And as you think fit, give it burial. Wretch that I am, uncapable of all comfort, And therefore I intreat my friends and kinsfolk, And you my Lord, for some space to forbear Your courteous visitations.

_Man._ We obey you. [_Exeunt omnes with the body._ Manet Guiomar.

_Rut._ My Spirits come back, and now despair resigns Her place again to hope.

_Guio._ What ere thou art To whom I have given means of life, to witness With what Religion I have kept my promise, Come fearless forth, but let thy face be cover'd, That I hereafter be not forc't to know thee, For motherly affection may return My vow once paid to heaven. Thou hast taken from me The respiration of my heart, the light Of my swoln eyes, in his life that sustain'd me: Yet my word given to save you, I make good, Because what you did, was not done with malice, You are not known, there is no mark about you That can discover you; let not fear betray you. With all convenient speed you can, flie from me That I may never see you; and that want Of means may be no let unto your journie, There are a hundred Crownes: you are at the door now, And so Farewell for ever.

_Rut._ Let me first fall Before your feet, and on them pay the duty I owe your goodness; next all blessings to you, And Heaven restore the joyes I have bereft you, With full increase hereafter, living be The Goddess stil'd of Hospitalitie.

_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._

_Enter Leopold, and Zenocia._

_Leo._ Fling off these sullen clouds, you are enter'd now Into a house of joy and happiness, I have prepar'd a blessing for ye.

_Zen._ Thank ye, my state would rather ask a curse.

_Leo._ You are peevish And know not when ye are friended, I have us'd those means, The Lady of this house, the noble Lady, Will take ye as her own, and use ye graciously: Make much of what you are, Mistris of that beautie, And expose it not to such betraying sorrows, When ye are old, and all those sweets hang wither'd,

_Enter_ Servant.

Then sit and sigh.

_Zen._ My _Autumn_ is not far off.

_Leo._ Have you told your Lady?

_Ser._ Yes Sir, I have told her Both of your noble service, and your present, Which she accepts.

_Leo._ I should be blest to see her.

_Ser._ That now you cannot doe: she keeps the Chamber Not well dispos'd; and has denied all visits, The maid I have in charge to receive from ye, So please you render her.

_Leo._ With all my service, But fain I would have seen.

_Ser._ 'Tis but your patience; No doubt she cannot but remember nobly.

_Leo._ These three years I have lov'd this scornfull Lady, And follow'd her with all the truth of service, In all which time, but twice she has honour'd me With sight of her blest beauty: when you please Sir, You may receive your charge, and tell your Lady; A Gentleman whose life is only dedicated To her commands, kisses her beauteous hands; And Faire-one, now your help, you may remember The honest courtesies, since you are mine, I ever did your modestie: you shall be near her, And if sometimes you name my service to her, And tell her with what nobleness I love her, 'Twill be a gratitude I shall remember.

_Zen._ What in my poor power lyes, so it be honest.

_Leo._ I ask no more.

_Ser._ You must along with me (Fair.)

_Leo._ And so I leave you two: but a fortune Too happy for my fate: you shall enjoy her.

_Scena Secunda._

_Enter Zabulon and Servants._

_Zab._ Be quick, be quick, out with the banquet there, These scents are dull; cast richer on, and fuller; Scent every place, where have you plac'd the musick?

_Ser._ Here they stand ready Sir.

_Zab._ 'Tis well, be sure The wines be lusty, high, and full of Spirit, And Amber'd all.

_Ser._ They are.

_Zab._ Give fair attendance. In the best trim, and state, make ready all. I shall come presently again. [_Banquet set forth. Exit._

_2 Ser._ We shall Sir, What preparation's this? Some new device My Lady has in hand.

_1 Ser._ O, prosper it As long as it carries good wine in the mouth, And good meat with it, where are all the rest?

_2 Ser._ They are ready to attend. [_Musick._

_1 Ser._ Sure some great person, They would not make this hurry else.

_2 Ser._ Hark the Musick.

_Enter_ Zabulon, _and_ Arnoldo.

It will appear now certain, here it comes. Now to our places.

_Arn._ Whither will he lead me? What invitation's this? to what new end Are these fair preparations? a rich Banquet, Musick, and every place stuck with adornment, Fit for a Princes welcome; what new game Has Fortune now prepar'd to shew me happy? And then again to sink me? 'tis no illusion, Mine eyes are not deceiv'd, all these are reall; What wealth and state!

_Zab._ Will you sit down and eat Sir? These carry little wonder, they are usual; But you shall see, if you be wise to observe it, That that will strike dead, strike with amazement, Then if you be a man: this fair health to you.

_Ar._ What shall I see? I pledge ye Sir, I was never So buried in amazement--

_Zab._ You are so still: Drink freely.

_Ar._ The very wines are admirable: Good Sir, give me leave to ask this question, For what great worthy man are these prepar'd? And why do you bring me hither?

_Zab._ They are for you, Sir; And under-value not the worth you carry, You are that worthy man: think well of these, They shall be more, and greater.

_Ar._ Well, blind fortune Thou hast the prettiest changes when thou art pleas'd, To play thy game out wantonly--

_Zab._ Come be lusty, And awake your Spirits. [_Cease Musick._

_Ar._ Good Sir, do not wake me. For willingly I would dye in this dream, pray whose Servants Are all these that attend here?

_Zab._ They are yours; They wait on you.

_Ar._ I never yet remember I kept such faces, nor that I was ever able To maintain so many.

_Zab._ Now you are, and shall be.

_Ar._ You'l say this house is mine too?

_Zab._ Say it? swear it.

_Ar._ And all this wealth?

_Zab._ This is the least you see Sir.

_Ar._ Why, where has this been hid these thirtie years? For certainly I never found I was wealthie Till this hour, never dream'd of house, and Servants. I had thought I had been a younger Brother, a poor Gent. I may eat boldly then.

_Zab._ 'Tis prepar'd for ye.

_Ar._ The taste is perfect, and most delicate: But why for me? give me some wine, I do drink; I feel it sensibly, and I am here, Here in this glorious place: I am bravely us'd too, Good Gentle Sir, give me leave to think a little, For either I am much abus'd--

_Zab._ Strike Musick And sing that lusty Song. [_Musick. Song._

_Ar._ Bewitching harmony! Sure I am turn'd into another Creature.

_Enter_ Hippolyta.

Happy and blest, _Arnoldo_ was unfortunate; Ha! bless mine eyes; what pretious piece of nature To pose the world?

_Zab._ I told you, you would see that Would darken these poor preparations; What think ye now? nay rise not, 'tis no vision.

_Ar._ 'Tis more: 'tis miracle.

_Hip._ You are welcom Sir.

_Ar._ It speaks, and entertains me still more glorious; She is warm, and this is flesh here: how she stirs me! Bless me what stars are there?

_Hip._ May I sit near ye?

_Ar._ No, you are too pure an object to behold, Too excellent to look upon, and live; I must remove.

_Zab._ She is a woman Sir, Fy, what faint heart is this?

_Arn._ The house of wonder.

_Zab._ Do not you think your self now truly happy? You have the abstract of all sweetness by ye, The precious wealth youth labours to arrive at; Nor is she less in honour, than in beauty, _Ferrara's_ Royal Duke is proud to call her His best, his Noblest, and most happy Sister, Fortune has made her Mistress of herself, Wealthy, and wise, without a power to sway her, Wonder of _Italy_, of all hearts Mistress.

_Arn._ And all this is--

_Zab._ _Hippolyta_ the beauteous.

_Hip._ You are a poor relator of my fortunes, Too weak a Chronicle to speak my blessings, And leave out that essential part of story I am most high and happy in, most fortunate, The acquaintance, and the noble fellowship Of this fair Gentleman: pray ye do not wonder, Nor hold it strange to hear a handsome Lady Speak freely to ye: with your fair leave and courtesie I will sit by ye.

_Arn._ I know not what to answer, Nor where I am, nor to what end consider; Why do you use me thus?

_Hip._ Are ye angry Sir, Because ye are entertain'd with all humanity? Freely and nobly us'd?

_Arn._ No gentle Lady, That were uncivil, but it much amazes me A stranger, and a man of no desert Should find such floods of courtesie.

_Hip._ I love ye, I honour ye, the first and best of all men, And where that fair opinion leads, 'tis usual These trifles that but serve to set off, follow. I would not have you proud now, nor disdainful Because I say I love ye, though I swear it, Nor think it a stale favour I fling on ye, Though ye be handsome, and the only man I must confess I ever fixt mine eye on, And bring along all promises that please us, Yet I should hate ye then, despise ye, scorn ye, And with as much contempt pursue your person, As now I do with love. But you are wiser, At least I think, more master of your fortune, And so I drink your health.

_Arn._ Hold fast good honesty, I am a lost man else.

_Hip._ Now you may kiss me, 'Tis the first kiss, I ever askt, I swear to ye.

_Arn._ That I dare do sweet Lady.

_Hip._ You do it well too; You are a Master Sir, that makes you coy.

_Arn._ Would you would send your people off.

_Hip._ Well thought on. Wait all without. [_Exit_ Zab. _and Servants._

_Zab._ I hope she is pleas'd throughly.

_Hip._ Why stand ye still? here's no man to detect ye, My people are gone off: come, come, leave conjuring, The Spirit you would raise, is here already, Look boldly on me.

_Arn._ What would you have me do?

_Hip._ O most unmanly question! have you do? Is't possible your years should want a Tutor? I'le teach ye: come, embrace me.

_Arn._ Fye stand off; And give me leave, more now than e're, to wonder, A building of so goodly a proportion, Outwardly all exact, the frame of Heaven, Should hide within so base inhabitants? You are as fair, as if the morning bare ye, Imagination never made a sweeter; Can it be possible this frame should suffer, And built on slight affections, fright the viewer? Be excellent in all, as you are outward, The worthy Mistress of those many blessings Heaven has bestowed, make 'em appear still nobler, Because they are trusted to a weaker keeper. Would ye have me love ye?

_Hip._ Yes.

_Arn._ Not for your beauty; Though I confess, it blowes the first fire in us, Time as he passes by, puts out that sparkle; Nor for your wealth, although the world kneel to it, And make it all addition to a woman, Fortune that ruines all, makes that his conquest; Be honest, and be vertuous, I'le admire ye, At least be wise, and where ye lay these nets, Strow over 'em a little modesty, 'Twill well become your cause, and catch more Fools.

_Hip._ Could any one that lov'd this wholesome counsel But love the giver more? you make me fonder: You have a vertuous mind, I want that ornament; Is it a sin I covet to enjoy ye? If ye imagine I am too free a Lover, And act that part belongs to you, I am silent: Mine eyes shall speak my blushes, parly with ye; I will not touch your hand, but with a tremble Fitting a Vestal Nun; not long to kiss ye, But gently as the Air, and undiscern'd too, I'le steal it thus: I'le walk your shadow by ye, So still and silent that it shall be equal, To put me off, as that, and when I covet, To give such toyes as these--

_Arn._ A new temptation--

_Hip._ Thus like the lazie minutes will I drop 'em, Which past once are forgotten.

_Arn._ Excellent vice!

_Hip._ Will ye be won? look stedfastly upon me, Look manly, take a mans affections to you; Young women, in the old world were not wont, Sir, To hang out gaudy bushes for their beauties, To talk themselves into young mens affections; How cold and dull you are!

_Arn._ How I stagger! She is wise, as fair; but 'tis a wicked wisdom; I'le choak before I yield.

_Hip._ Who waits within there? [Zabulon _within._ Make ready the green Chamber.

_Zab._ It shall be Madam.

_Arn._ I am afraid she will injoy me indeed.

_Hip._ What Musick do ye love?

_Arn._ A modest tongue.

_Hip._ We'l have enough of that: fye, fye, how lumpish! In a young Ladyes arms thus dull?

_Arn._ For Heaven sake Profess a little goodness.

_Hip._ Of what Country?

_Arn._ I am of _Rome_.

_Hip._ Nay then I know you mock me, The _Italians_ are not frighted with such bug-bears, Prethee go in.

_Arn._ I am not well.

_Hip._ I'le make thee, I'le kiss thee well.

_Arn._ I am not sick of that sore.

_Hip._ Upon my Conscience, I must ravish thee, I shall be famous for the first example: With this I'le tye ye first, then try your strength Sir.

_Arn._ My strength? away base woman, I abhor thee. I am not caught with stales, disease dwell with thee. [_Exit._

_Hip._ Are ye so quick? and have I lost my wishes? Hoe, _Zabulon_; my servants.

_Enter_ Zabulon _and_ Servants.

_Zab._ Call'd ye Madam?

_Hip._ Is all that beauty scorned, so many su'd for; So many Princes? by a stranger too? Must I endure this?

_Zab._ Where's the Gentleman?

_Hip._ Go presently, pursue the stranger, _Zabulon_. He has broke from me, Jewels I have given him: Charge him with theft: he has stoln my love, my freedome, Draw him before the Governour, imprison him, Why dost thou stay?

_Zab._ I'le teach him a new dance, For playing fast and loose with such a Lady. Come fellows, come: I'le execute your anger, And to the full.

_Hip._ His scorn shall feel my vengeance.-- [_Exeunt._

_Scena Tertia._

_Enter_ Sulpicia _and_ Jaques.

_Sul._ Shall I never see a lusty man again?

_Ja._ Faith Mistress You do so over-labour 'em when you have 'em, And so dry-founder 'em, they cannot last.

_Sul._ Where's the _French_-man?

_Ja._ Alas, he's all to fitters, and lyes, taking the height of his fortune with a Syringe. He's chin'd, he's chin'd good man, he is a mourner.

_Sul._ What's become of the _Dane_?

_Ja._ Who? goldy-locks? He's foul i'th' touch-hole; and recoils again, The main Spring's weaken'd that holds up his cock, He lies at the sign of the _Sun_, to be new breech'd.

_Sul._ The Rutter too, is gone.

_Ja._ O that was a brave Rascal, He would labour like a Thrasher: but alas What thing can ever last? he has been ill mew'd, And drawn too soon; I have seen him in the Hospital.

_Sul._ There was an _English_-man.

_Ja._ I there was an _English_-man; You'l scant find any now, to make that name good: There were those _English_ that were men indeed, And would perform like men, but now they are vanisht: They are so taken up in their own Country, And so beaten of their speed by their own women, When they come here, they draw their legs like Hackneys: Drink, and their own devices have undone 'em.

_Sul._ I must have one that's strong, no life in _Lisbon_ else, Perfect and young: my Custom with young Ladies, And high fed City dames, will fall, and break else. I want my self too, in mine age to nourish me: They are all sunk I mantain'd: now what's this business, What goodly fellow's that?

_Enter_ Rutilio _and_ Officers.

_Rut._ Why do you drag me? Pox o' your justice; let me loose.

_1 Offi._ Not so Sir.

_Rut._ Cannot a man fall into one of your drunken Cellars, And venture the breaking on's neck, your trap-doors open, But he must be us'd thus rascally?

_1 Offi._ What made you wandring So late i'th' night? you know that is imprisonment.

_Rut._ May be I walk in my sleep.

_2 Offi._ May be we'l walk ye. What made you wandring Sir, into that vault Where all the City store, and the Munition lay?

_Rut._ I fell into it by chance, I broke my shins for't: Your worships feel not that: I knockt my head Against a hundred posts, would you had had it. Cannot I break my neck in my own defence?

_2 Offi._ This will not serve: you cannot put it off so, Your coming thither was to play the villain, To fire the Powder, to blow up that part o'th' City.

_Rut._ Yes, with my nose: why were the trap-doors open? Might not you fall, or you, had you gone that way? I thought your City had sunk.

_1 Offi._ You did your best Sir, We must presume, to help it into th' Air, If you call that sinking: we have told you what's the law, He that is taken there, unless a Magistrate, And have command in that place, presently If there be nothing found apparent near him Worthy his torture, or his present death, Must either pay his fine for his presumption, (Which is six hundred Duckets) or for six years Tug at an Oar i'th' Gallies: will ye walk Sir, For we presume you cannot pay the penalty.

_Rut._ Row in the Gallies, after all this mischief?

_2 Offi._ May be you were drunk, they'l keep you sober there.

_Rut._ Tug at an Oar? you are not arrant rascals, To catch me in a pit-fall, and betray me?

_Sul._ A lusty minded man.

_Ja._ A wondrous able.

_Sul._ Pray Gentlemen, allow me but that liberty To speak a few words with your prisoner, And I shall thank you.

_1 Offi._ Take your pleasure Lady.

_Sul._ What would you give that woman should redeem ye, Redeem ye from this slavery?

_Rut._ Besides my service I would give her my whole self, I would be her vassal.

_Sul._ She has reason to expect as much, considering The great sum she pays for't, yet take comfort, What ye shall do to merit this, is easie, And I will be the woman shall befriend ye, 'Tis but to entertain some handsome Ladies, And young fair Gentlewomen: you guess the way: But giving of your mind--

_Rut._ I am excellent at it: You cannot pick out such another living. I understand ye: is't not thus?

_Sul._ Ye have it.

_Rut._ Bring me a hundred of 'em: I'le dispatch 'em. I will be none but yours: should another offer Another way to redeem me, I should scorn it. What women you shall please: I am monstrous lusty: Not to be taken down: would you have Children? I'le get you those as fast, and thick as flie-blows.

_Sul._ I admire him: wonder at him!

_Rut._ Hark ye Lady, You may require sometimes--

_Sul._ I by my faith.

_Rut._ And you shall have it by my faith, and handsomly: This old Cat will suck shrewdly: you have no Daughters? I flye at all: now am I in my Kingdom. Tug at an Oar? no, tug in a Feather-bed, With good warm Caudles; hang your bread and water, I'le make you young again, believe that Lady. I will so frubbish you.

_Sul._ Come, follow Officers, This Gentleman is free: I'le pay the Duckets.

_Rut._ And when you catch me in your City-powdring-tub Again, boil me with Cabbidge.

_1 Offi._ You are both warn'd and arm'd Sir. [_Exeunt._

_Scena Quarta._

_Enter_ Leopold, Hippolyta, Zenocia.

_Zen._ Will your Ladyship wear this Dressing?

_Hip._ Leave thy prating: I care not what I wear.

_Zen._ Yet 'tis my duty To know your pleasure, and my worst affliction To see you discontented.

_Hip._ Weeping too? Prethee forgive me: I am much distemper'd, And speak I know not what: to make thee amends The Gown that I wore yesterday, is thine; Let it alone awhile.

_Leo._ Now you perceive, And taste her bounty.

_Zen._ Much above my merit.

_Leo._ But have you not yet found a happy time To move for me.

_Zen._ I have watched all occasions, But hitherto, without success: yet doubt not But I'le embrace the first means.

_Leo._ Do, and prosper: Excellent creature, whose perfections make Even sorrow lovely, if your frowns thus take me, What would your smiles doe?

_Hip._ Pox o' this stale Courtship: If I have any power.

_Leo._ I am commanded, Obedience is the Lovers sacrifice Which I pay gladly.

_Hip._ To be forc'd to wooe, Being a woman, could not but torment me, But bringing for my advocates, youth and beauty, Set off with wealth, and then to be deni'd too Do's comprehend all tortures. They flatter'd me, That said my looks were charms, my touches fetters, My locks soft chains, to bind the arms of Princes, And make them in that wish'd for bondage, happy. I am like others of a coarser feature, As weak to allure, but in my dotage, stronger: I am no _Circe_; he, more than _Ulysses_, Scorns all my offer'd bounties, slights my favours, And, as I were some new Egyptian, flyes me, Leaving no pawn, but my own shame behind him. But he shall finde, that in my fell revenge, I am a woman: one that never pardons The rude contemner of her proffered sweetness.

_Enter_ Zabulon.

_Zab._ Madam, 'tis done.

_Hip._ What's done?

_Zab._ The uncivill stranger Is at your suite arrested.

_Hip._ 'Tis well handled.

_Zab._ And under guard sent to the Governour, With whom my testimony, and the favour He bears your Ladiship, have so prevail'd That he is sentenc'd.

_Hip._ How?

_Zab._ To lose his head.

_Hip._ Is that the means to quench the scorching heat Of my inrag'd desires? must innocence suffer, 'Cause I am faulty? or is my Love so fatall That of necessity it must destroy The object it most longs for? dull _Hippolyta_, To think that injuries could make way for love, When courtesies were despis'd: that by his death Thou shouldst gain that, which only thou canst hope for While he is living: My honour's at the stake now, And cannot be preserv'd, unless he perish, The enjoying of the thing I love, I ever Have priz'd above my fame: why doubt I now then? One only way is left me, to redeem all: Make ready my Caroch.

_Leo._ What will you Madam?

_Hip._ And yet I am impatient of such stay: Bind up my hair: fye, fye, while that is doing The Law may seise his life: thus as I am then, Not like _Hippolyta_, but a _Bacchanal_ My frantique Love transports me. [_Exit._

_Leo._ Sure she's distracted.

_Zab._ Pray you follow her: I will along with you: I more than ghess the cause: women that love Are most uncertain, and one minute crave, What in another they refuse to have. [_Exit._

_Scena Quinta._

_Enter_ Clodio, Charino.

_Clo._ Assure thy self _Charino_, I am alter'd From what I was; the tempests we have met with In our uncertain voyage, were smooth gales Compar'd to those, the memory of my lusts Rais'd in my Conscience: and if ere again I live to see _Zenocia_, I will sue, And seek to her as a Lover, and a Servant, And not command affection, like a Tyrant.

_Char._ In hearing this, you make me young again, And Heaven, it seems, favouring this good change in you In setting of a period to our dangers Gives us fair hopes to find that here in _Lisbon_ Which hitherto in vain we long have sought for. I have receiv'd assur'd intelligence, Such strangers have been seen here: and though yet I cannot learn their fortunes, nor the place Of their abode, I have a Soul presages A fortunate event here.

_Clo._ There have pass'd A mutual enterchange of courtesies Between me, and the Governour; therefore boldly We may presume of him, and of his power If we finde cause to use them, otherwise I would not be known here, and these disguises Will keep us from discovery.

_Enter_ Manuel, Doctor, Arnoldo, Guard.

_Char._ What are these?

_Clo._ The Governour: with him my Rival, bound.

_Char._ For certain 'tis _Arnoldo_.

_Clo._ Let's attend What the success will be.

_Mar._ Is't possible There should be hope of his recovery, His wounds so many and so deadly?

_Doct._ So they appear'd at first, but the blood stop'd, His trance forsook him, and on better search We found they were not mortal.

_Man._ Use all care To perfect this unhop'd for cure: that done Propose your own rewards: and till you shall Hear farther from me, for some ends I have, Conceal it from his Mother.

_Doct._ Wee'l not fail Sir. [_Exit._

_Man._ You still stand confident on your innocence.

_Arn._ It is my best and last guard, which I will not Leave, to relye on your uncertain mercy.

_Enter_ Hippolyta, Zabulon, Leopold, Zenocia, 2 Servants.

_Hip._ Who bad you follow me! Goe home, and you Sir, As you respect me, goe with her.

_Arn._ _Zenocia_! And in her house a Servant!

_Char._ 'Tis my Daughter.