SCENE XI.

_Enter_ Frederick, _and_ Peter, (_with a candle_.)

_Fred._ Give me the candle: so, go you out that way.

_Peter._ What have we now to do?

_Fred._ And o' your life Sirrah, Let none come near the door without my knowledge, No not my Landlady, nor my friend.

_Peter._ 'Tis done Sir.

_Fred._ Nor any serious business that concerns me.

_Peter._ Is the wind there again?

_Fred._ Be gone.

_Peter._ I am Sir. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Constantia.

_Fre._ Now enter without fear.--And noble Lady That safety and civility ye wish'd for Shall truly here attend you: no rude tongue Nor rough behaviour knows this place, no wishes Beyond the moderation of a man, Dare enter here; your own desires and Innocence, Joyn'd to my vow'd obedience, shall protect you, Were dangers more than doubts.

_Const._ Ye are truly noble, And worth a womans trust: let it become me, (I do beseech you, Sir) for all your kindness, To render with my thanks, this worthless trifle; I may be longer troublesome.

_Fred._ Fair offices Are still their own rewards: Heav'n bless me Lady From selling civil courtesies: may it please ye, If ye will force a favour to oblige me, Draw but that cloud aside, to satisfie me For what good Angel I am engag'd.

_Const._ It shall be, For I am truly confident ye are honest: The Piece is scarce worth looking on.

_Fred._ Trust me The abstract of all beauty, soul of sweetness, Defend me honest thoughts, I shall grow wild else: What eyes are there, rather what little heavens, To stir mens contemplations! what a Paradise Runs through each part she has! good bloud be temperate: I must look off: too excellent an object Confounds the sense that sees it. Noble Lady, If there be any further service to cast on me, Let it be worth my life, so much I honour ye, Or the engagement of whole Families.

_Const._ Your service is too liberal, worthy Sir, Thus far I shall entreat.

_Fred._ Command me Lady, You make your power too poor.

_Const._ That presently With all convenient haste, you would retire Unto the street you found me in.

_Fred._ 'Tis done.

_Const._ There, if you find a Gentleman opprest With force and violence, do a mans office, And draw your sword to rescue him.

_Fred._ He's safe, Be what he will, and let his foes be Devils, Arm'd with your pity, I shall conjure 'em. Retire, this key will guide ye: all things necessary Are there before ye.

_Const._ All my prayers go with ye. [_Exit._

_Fred._ Ye clap on proof upon me: men say gold Does all, engages all, works through all dangers: Now I say beauty can do more: The Kings Exchequer, Nor all his wealthy _Indies_, could not draw me Through half those miseries this piece of pleasure Might make me leap into: we are all like sea-Cards, All our endeavours and our motions, (As they do to the North) still point at beauty, Still at the fairest: for a handsom woman, (Setting my soul aside) it should go hard, But I would strain my body: yet to her, Unless it be her own free gratitude, Hopes ye shall dye, and thou tongue rot within me, E're I infringe my faith: now to my rescue. [_Exit._

_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ Duke, _pursued by_ Petruccio, Antonio, _and that Faction_.

_Duke._ You will not all oppress me?

_Ant._ Kill him i'th' wanton eye: let me come to him.

_Duke._ Then ye shall buy me dearly.

_Petr._ Say you so Sir?

_Ant._ I say cut his Wezand, spoil his piping; Have at your love-sick heart Sir.

_Enter Don_ John.

_John._ Sure 'tis fighting. My friend may be engag'd: fie Gentlemen, This is unmanly odds.

_Ant._ I'le stop your mouth Sir.

[Du. _fals down_, _Don_ John _bestrides him_.

_John._ Nay, then have at thee freely: There's a plumb Sir to satisfie your longing.

_Petr._ Away: I hope I have sped him: here comes rescue, We shall be endangered: where's _Antonio_?

_Ant._ I must have one thrust more Sir.

_John._ Come up to me.

_Ant._ A mischief confound your fingers.

_Petr._ How is't?

_Ant._ Well: Ha's given me my _quietus est_, I felt him In my small guts, I'me sure, has feez'd me: This comes of siding with ye.

_2 Gent._ Can you go Sir?

_Ant._ I should go man, and my head were off, Never talk of going.

_Petr._ Come, all shall be well then, I hear more rescue coming.

_Enter the_ Dukes _Faction_.

_Ant._ Let's turn back then; My skull's uncloven yet, let me but kill.

_Petr._ Away for Heaven sake with him.

_John._ How is't?

_Duke._ Well Sir, Only a little stagger'd.

_Faction Duke._ Let's pursue 'em.

_Du._ No not a man, I charge ye: thanks good coat, Thou hast sav'd me a shrewd welcom: 'twas put home too, With a good mind I'me sure on't.

_John._ Are ye safe then?

_Duke._ My thanks to you brave Sir, whose timely valour, And manly courtesie came to my rescue.

_John._ Ye'had foul play offer'd ye, and shame befal him That can pass by oppression.

_Duke._ May I crave Sir, But thus much honour more, to know your name? And him I am so bound to?

_John._ For the Bond Sir, 'Tis every good mans tye: to know me further Will little profit ye; I am a stranger, My Country _Spain_; my name _Don John_, a Gentleman That lye here for my study.

_Duke._ I have heard Sir, Much worthy mention of ye, yet I find Fame short of what ye are.

_John._ You are pleas'd Sir, To express your courtesie: may I demand As freely what you are, and what mischance Cast you into this danger?

_Duke._ For this present I must desire your pardon: you shall know me E're it be long Sir, and a nobler thanks Than now my will can render.

_John._ Your will's your own Sir.

_Duke._ What is't you look for sir, have you lost any thing?

_John._ Only my hat i'th' scuffle; sure these fellows Were night-snaps.

_Duke._ No, believe Sir: pray ye use mine, For 'twill be hard to find your own now.

_John._ No Sir.

_Du._ Indeed ye shall, I can command another: I do beseech ye honour me.

_John._ I will Sir, And so I'le take my leave.

_Duke._ Within these few days I hope I shall be happy in your knowledge, Till when I love your memory. [_Exit_ Duke, _&c._

_John._ I yours. This is some noble fellow.

_Enter_ Frederick.

_Fred._ 'Tis [h]is tongue sure. _Don John_?

_John._ _Don Frederick_?

_Fred._ Ye're fairly met Sir: I thought ye had been a Bat-fowling: prethee tell me, What Revelations hast thou had to night, That home was never thought of?

_John._ Revelations? I'le tell thee _Frederick_, but before I tell thee, Settle thy understanding.

_Fred._ 'Tis prepar'd, Sir.

_John._ Why then mark what shall follow. This night _Frederick_, This bawdy night.

_Fred._ I thought no less.

_John._ This blind night, What dost think I have got?

_Fred._ The Pox it may be.

_John._ Would 'twere no worse: ye talk of Revelations, I have got a Revelation will reveal me An arrant Coxcomb while I live.

_Fred._ What is't? Thou hast lost nothing?

_John._ No, I have got I tell thee.

_Fred._ What hast thou got?

_John._ One of the Infantry, a child.

_Fred._ How?

_John._ A chopping child, man.

_Fred._ 'Give ye joy, Sir.

_John._ A lump of lewdness _Frederick_, that's the truth on't: This Town's abominable.

_Fred._ I still told ye _John_ Your whoring must come home; I counsell'd ye: But where no grace is--

_John._ 'Tis none o' mine, man.

_Fred._ Answer the Parish so.

_John._ Cheated introth: Peeping into a house, by whom I know not, Nor where to find the place again: no _Frederick_, Had I but kist the ring for't; 'tis no poor one, That's my best comfort, for't has brought about it Enough to make it man.

_Fred._ Where is't?

_John._ At home.

_Fred._ A saving voyage: But what will you say Signior, To him that searching out your serious worship, Has met a stranger fortune?

_John._ How, good _Frederick_? A militant girle now to this boy would hit it?

_Fred._ No, mine's a nobler venture: What do you think Sir Of a distressed Lady, one whose beauty Would oversell all _Italy_?

_John._ Where is she--

_Fred._ A woman of that rare behaviour, So qualified, as admiration Dwells round about her: of that perfect spirit--

_John._ I marry Sir.

_Fred._ That admirable carriage, That sweetness in discourse; young as the morning, Her blushes staining his.

_John._ But where's this creature? Shew me but that.

_Fred._ That's all one, she's forth-coming, I have her sure Boy.

_John._ Hark ye _Frederick_, What truck betwixt my Infant?

_Fred._ 'Tis too light Sir, Stick to your charges good _Don John_, I am well.

_John._ But is there such a wench?

_Fred._ First tell me this, Did ye not lately as ye walk'd along, Discover people that were arm'd, and likely To do offence?

_John._ Yes marry, and they urg'd it As far as they had spirit.

_Fred._ Pray go forward.

_Joh._ A Gentleman I found ingag'd amongst 'em, It seems of noble breeding, I'm sure brave metal, As I return'd to look you, I set in to him, And without hurt (I thank heaven) rescued him, And came my self off safe too.

_Fred._ My work's done then: And now to satisfie you, there is a woman, Oh _John_, there is a woman--

_John._ Oh, where is she?

_Fred._ And one of no less worth than I assure ye; And which is more, fain under my protection.

_John._ I am glad of that: forward sweet _Frederick_.

_Fred._ And which is more than that, by this nights wandring, And which is most of all, she is at home too Sir.

_John._ Come, let's be gone then.

_Fred._ Yes, but 'tis most certain, You cannot see her, _John_.

_John._ Why?

_Fred._ She has sworn me That none else shall come near her: not my Mother, Till some few doubts are clear'd.

_John._ Not look upon her? What chamber is she in?

_Fred._ In ours.

_John._ Let's go I say: A womans oaths are wafers, break with making, They must for modestie a little: we all know it.

_Fred._ No, I'le assure you Sir.

_John._ Not see her? I smell an old dog trick of yours, well _Frederick_, Ye talkt to me of whoring, let's have fair play, Square dealing I would wish ye.

_Fred._ When 'tis come, (Which I know never will be) to that issue, Your spoon shall be as deep as mine Sir.

_John._ Tell me, And tell me true, is the cause honourable, Or for your ease?

_Fred._ By all our friendship, _John_, 'Tis honest, and of great end.

_John._ I am answer'd: But let me see her though: leave the door open As ye go in.

_Fred._ I dare not.

_John._ Not wide open, But just so, as a jealous husband Would level at his wanton wife through.

_Fred._ That courtesie, If ye desire no more, and keep it strictly, I dare afford ye: come, 'tis now near morning. [_Exit._