SCENE IV.

_Enter_ Roderigo, Pedro.

_Rod._ How sweet these solitary places are! how wantonly The wind blows through the leaves, and courts, and playes with 'em! Will ye sit down, and sleep? the heat invites ye. Hark how yond purling stream dances, and murmurs, The Birds sing softly too: pray take some rest, Sir. I would fain wooe his fancie to a peace, It labours high and hastily upon him; Pray ye sit, and I'le sit by.

_Ped._ I cannot sleep friend, I have those watches here admit no slumbers, Saw ye none yet?

_Rod._ No creature.

_Ped._ What strange Musick Was that we heard afar off?

_Rod._ I cannot guess; 'Twas loud, and shrill: sometimes it shew'd hard by us, And by and by the sound fled as the wind does; Here's no inhabitants.

_Ped._ It much delighted me.

_Rod._ They talk of Fairies, and such demi-devils, This is a fine place to dance their gambols.--

_Ped._ Me thought I heard a voyce. [_Musick and Birds._

_Rod._ They can sing admirably, They never lose their maiden-heads: I would fool any way To make him merry now: methink yond rocks yonder Shew like inchanted Cells, where they inhabit.

[_Musick afar off. Pot Birds._

_Ped._ 'Tis here again, hark gentle _Roderigo_, Hark, hark: O sweet, sweet, how the Birds record too! Mark how it flies now every way. O love, In such a harmony art thou begotten, In such soft air, so gentle, lull'd and nourish'd, O my best Mistris!

_Rod._ How he weeps! dear Heaven Give him his hearts content, and me forgive too. I must melt too.

_Ped._ The Birds sing louder, sweeter, And every note they emulate one another. Lie still and hear: These when they have done their labours,

_Enter_ Alinda, _and_ Juletta, _like old Women_.

Their pretty airs, fall to their rests, enjoy 'em. Nothing rocks Love asleep, but death.

_Rod._ Who are these?

_Ped._ What.

_Rod._ Those there, those, those things that come upon us, Those grandam things, those strange antiquities. Did not I say these woods begot strange wonders?

_Jul._ Now ye may view 'em.

_Alin._ Ha?

_Jul._ The men ye long'd for, Here they are both: now ye may boldly talk with 'em, And never be ghess'd at: be not afraid, nor faint not; They wonder at us; let's maintain that wonder; Shake not, but what ye purpose do discreetly, And from your tongue I'le take my part.

_Alin._ Ha?

_Jul._ There: before ye, there, do not turn coward Mistress, If ye do love, carry your Love out handsomely.

_Alin._ 'Tis he and _Roderigo_; what a peace Dwells in their faces, what a friendly calm Crowns both their souls!

_Rod._ They show as if they were mortal, They come upon us still.

_Ped._ Be not afraid, Man, Let 'em be what they will, they cannot hurt us.

_Rod._ That thing i'th' Button'd-cap looks terribly. She has Guns in her eyes, the Devils Ingeneer.

_Ped._ Come, stand, and let's go meet 'em.

_Rod._ Go you first. I have less faith: when I have said my Prayers--

_Ped._ There needs no fear, hale reverend dames.

_Alin._ Good even. What do ye seek?

_Ped._ We would seek happier fortunes.

_Rod._ That little devil has main need of a Barber, What a trim beard she has!

_Alin._ Seek 'em, and make 'em, Lie not still, nor longer here, Here inhabits nought but fear, Be constant good, in faith be clear, Fortune will wait ye every where.

_Ped._ Whither should we go? for we believe thy reverence, And next obey.

_Alin._ Go to _Segovia_, And there before the Altar pay thy vowes, Thy gifts, and prayers: unload thy heaviness, To morrow shed thy tears, and gain thy suit, Such honest noble showrs, ne're wanted fruit.

_Jul._ Stand you out too.

_Rod._ I shall be hang'd, or whipt now: These know, and these have power.

_Jul._ See how he shakes. A secure conscience never quakes, Thou hast been ill; be so no more, A good retreat is a great store. Thou hast commanded men of might, Command thy self, and then thou art right.

_Alin._ Command thy will: thy foul desires. Put out and quench thy unhallowed fires: Command thy mind, and make that pure; Thou art wise then, valiant, and secure. A blessing then thou maist beget.

_Jul._ A curse else that shall never set Will light upon thee: Say thy Prayers, Thou hast as many sins, as hairs. Thou art a Captain, let thy men Be honest, and good thoughts, and then Thou maist command, and lead in chief, Yet thou art bloody, and a thief.

_Rod._ What shall I do? I do confess.

_Alin._ Retire, And purge thee perfect in his fire: His life observe; live in his School, And then thou shalt put off the fool.

_Jul._ Pray at _Segovia_ too, and give Thy Offrings up, repent, and live. [_Musick within._

_Alin._ Away, away: enquire no more, Do this, ye are rich, else fools, and poor; What musick's this?

_Jul._ Retire? 'tis some neat Joy, In honour of the Kings great day: they wonder, This comes in right to confirm their reverence. Away, away, let them admire, it makes For our advantage: how the Captain shakes! [_Exit._

_Ped._ This was the Musick.

_Rod._ Yes, yes, how I sweat! I was never so deserted; sure these woods Are only inhabited with rare dreams, and wonders; I would not be a knave again, a villain: O how I loath it now: for these know all Sir, And they would find me out.

_Ped._ They are excellent women, Deep in their knowledge, friend.

_Rod._ I would not be traytor, And have these of my Jury; how light I am, And how my heart laughs now me thinks within me! Now I am Catechiz'd, I would ever dwell here, For here is a kind of Court of Reformation; Had I been stubborn friend.

_Ped._ They would have found it.

_Rod._ And then they would have handled me a new way, The Devils dump had been danced then.

_Ped._ Let's away And do their great commands, and do 'em handsomely: Contrite, and true, for I believe _Roderigo_, And constantly believe, we shall be happy.

_Rod._ So you do well; fall edge or flat o' my side; All I can stagger at is the Kings anger, Which if it come, I am prepar'd to meet it.

_Ped._ The King has mercy, friend, as well as Justice: And when you fall: no more--

_Rod._ I hope the fairest. [_Exeunt._