Part 21

_Ped._ Believe me Sir I neither saw, nor could suspect that face That might be doubted womans, yet I am sure Aboard him I see all that past, and 'tis impossible Among so many high set bloods there should be A woman, let her close her self within a cockle, But they would open her, he must not love Within that place alone, and therefore surely He would not be so foolish had he any, To trust her there; for his discourse, 'twas ever About his business, war, or mirth to make us Relish a Can of Wine well; when he spoke private 'Twas only the remembrance of his service, And hope of your good prayers for his health Sir, And so I gave him to the seas.

_Leo._ I thank ye, And now am satisfied, and to prevent Suspitions that may nourish dangers Signior, For I have told you how the mad _Alphonso_ Chafes like a Stag i'th toyl, and bends his fury 'Gainst all but his own ignorance; I am determin'd For peace sake and the preservation Of my yet untoucht honor, and his cure My self to seek him there, and bring him back As testimony of an unsought injury By either of our actions; That the world, And he if he have reason, may see plainly Opinion is no perfect guide; nor all fames Founders of truths: In the mean time this courtesie I must intreat of you Sir, Be my self here And as my self command my family.

_Ped._ Ye lay too much trust on me.

_Leo._ 'Tis my love Sir, I will not be long from ye; if this question Chance to be call'd upon ere my return I leave your care to answer; so Farewell Sir.

_Ped._ Ye take a wise way; All my best endeavors Shall labor in your absence; peace go with ye. [_Exit Le[o]._ A noble honest Gentleman, free hearted And of an open faith, much loving, and much loved, And father of that goodness only malice Can truly stir against, what dare befall Till his return I'll answer. [_Exit Ped._

_Enter_ Alphonso, _and Servant_.

_Alph._ Walk off Sirrah, But keep your self within my call.

_Serv._ I will Sir.

_Alph._ And stir my horse for taking cold: within there, Hoa people; you that dwell there my brave Signior What are ye all a sleep? is't that time with ye? I'll ring a little lowder.

_Enter_ Pedro.

_Ped._ Sir who seek ye?

_Alph._ Not you Sir; Where's your Master?

_Ped._ I serve no man In way of pay Sir.

_Alph._ Where's the man o'th house then?

_Ped._ What would you have with him Sir?

_Alph._ Do you stand here Sir To ask men questions when they come?

_Ped._ I would sir Being his friend, and hearing such alarmes Know how men come to visit him.

_Alph._ Ye shall Sir, Pray tell his mightiness here is a Gentleman By name _Alphonso_, would intreat his conference About affairs of State Sir, are ye answer'd?

_Enter_ Sanchio _carried_.

_Ped._ I must be Sir.

_Sanch._ Stay, set me down, stay Signior, You must stay, and ye shall stay.

_Alph._ Meaning me Sir?

_Sanch._ Yes you Sir, you I mean, I mean you.

_Alph._ Well Sir. Why should I stay?

_Sanch._ There's reason.

_Alph._ Reason Sir?

_Sanch._ I reason Sir My wrong is greatest, and I will be served first, Call out the man of fame!

_Alph._ How serv'd Sir?

_Sanch._ Thus sir.

_Alph._ But not before me.

_Sanch._ Before all the world sir As my case stands.

_Alph._ I have lost a daughter sir.

_Sanch._ I have lost another worth five score of her sir.

_Alph._ Ye must not tell me so.

_San[c]h._ I have, and heark ye? Make it up five score more: Call out the fellow, And stand you by sir.

_Ped._ This is the mad morriss.

_Alph._ And I stand by?

_Sanch._ I say stand by, and do it.

_Alph._ Stand by among thy lungs.

_Sanch._ Tu[r]n presently And say thy prayers, thou art dead.

_Alph._ I scorn thee And scorn to say my prayers more than thou do'st, Mine is the most wrong, and my daughter dearest And mine shall first be righted.

_Sanch._ Shall be righted.

_Ped._ A third may live I see, pray hear me Gentlemen.

_Sanch._ Shall be.

_Alph._ I, shall be righted.

_Sanch._ Now?

_Alph._ Now.

_Sanch._ Instantly.

_Alph._ Before I stir.

_Sanch._ Before me.

_Alph._ Before any.

_Sanch._ Dost thou consider what thou say'st? hast thou friends here Able to quench my anger, or perswade me After I have beaten thee into one main bruist And made thee spend thy state in rotten apples, Thou canst at length be quiet, shall I kill thee Divide thee like a rotten Pumpion, And leave thee stincking to posterity, There's not the least blow I shall give; but do's this Urge me no farther: I am first.

_Alph._ I'll hang first. No goodman glory, 'tis not your bravado's, Your punctual honor, nor soldadoship.

_Sanch._ Set me a little nearer.

_Alph._ Let him sally. [Lin'd] with your quircks of carriage and discretion Can blow me off my purpose. Where's your credit With all your school points now? your decent arguing And apt time for performing: where are these toys, These wise ways, and most honorable courses, To take revenge? how dar'st thou talk of killing, Or think of drawing any thing but squirts When letchery has dry found[e]d thee?

_Sanch._ Neerer yet, That I may spit him down: thou look'st like a man.

_Ped._ I would be thought so Sir.

_Sanch._ Prethee do but take me, And fling me upon that Puppy.

_Alph._ Do for heavens sake, And see but how I'll hug him.

_San[c]h._ Yet take warning.

_Ped._ Faith Gentlemen, this is a needless quarrel.

_Sanch._ And do you desire to make one?

_Ped._ As a friend Sir, To tell you all this anger is but lost Sir, For _Leonardo_ is from home.

_Alph._ No, no Sir.

_Ped._ Indeed he is.

_Sanch._ Where dare he be, but here Sir, When men are wrong'd, and come for satisfactions.

_Ped._ It seems he has done none Sir; for his business Clear of those cares, hath carried him for sometime To _Barcelona_: if he had been guilty, I know he would have stayd, and clear'd all difference Either by free confession, or his sword.

_Sanch._ This must not be.

_Ped._ Sure as I live, it is Sir.

_Alph._ Sure, as we all live, He's run away for ever: _Barcelona_! Why? 'tis the key for _Italy_, from whence He stole first hither.

_Sanch._ And having found his knaveries Too gross to be forgiven, and too open, He has found the same way back again: I believe too The good grass Gentleman, for his own ease, Has taken one o'th' Fillyes: Is not his stuff sold.

_Alph._ I fear his worships shoos too; to escape us, I do not think he has a dish within doors, A louse left of his linnage.

_Ped._ Ye are too wide Sir.

_Alph._ Or one poor wooden spoon.

_Ped._ Come in and see Sir.

_Alph._ I'll see his house on fire first.

_Ped._ Then be pleased Sir To give better censure.

_Sanch._ I will after him, And search him like conceal'd land, but I'll have him, And though I find him in his shrift, I'll kill him.

_Alph._ I'll bear ye company.

_Sanch._ Pray have a care then, A most [especiall] care, indeed a fear, Ye do not anger me.

_Alph._ I will observe ye, And if I light upon him handsomly.

_Sanch._ Kill but a piece of him, leave some _Alphonso_ For your poor Friends.

_Ped._ I fear him not for all this.

_Alph._ Shall we first go home, For it may prove a voyage, and dispose Of things there; heaven knows what may follow.

_Sanch._ No, I'll kill him in this shirt I have on: let things Govern themselves, I am master of my honor At this time, and no more; let wife, and land, Lie lay till I return.

_Alph._ I say amen to't: But what care for our monies?

_Sanch._ I will not spend Above three shillings, till his head be here, Four is too great a sum for all his Fortunes. Come take me up instantly.

_Alph._ Farewell to you Sir, And if your friend be in a featherbed, Sow'd up to shrowd his fears, tell him 'tis folly, For no course but his voluntary hanging Can get our pardons. [_Exeunt._

_Ped._ These I think would be Offence enough, if their own indiscretions Would suffer 'em: two of the old seditious, When they want enemies, they are their own foes: Were they a little wiser, I should doubt 'em: Till when I'll ne'r break sleep, nor suffer hunger For any harm he shall receive: for 'tis as easie If he be guilty, to turn these two old men Upon their own throats, and look on, and live still, As 'tis to tell five pound: a great deal sooner, And so I'll to my meat, and then to hawking. [_Exit._

_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Mark-antonio, _and a Gentleman_.

_Marc._ Sir, this is complement; I pray you leave me.

_Gent._ Sir, it is not.

_Marc._ Why? I would only see the Town.

_Gent._ And only that I come to shew you.

_Marc._ Which I can see without you.

_Gent._ So you may Plainly, not safely: For such difference As you have seen betwixt the sea and earth When waves rise high, and land would beat 'em back As fearful of Invasion; such we find When we land here at _Barcelona_.

_Marc._ Sir.

_Gent._ Besides our General of the Galleys, fearing Your hasty nature, charg'd me not return Without you safe.

_Marc._ O Sir, that _Roderigo_ Is noble, and do's mistake my temper. There is not in the world, a mind less apt To conceive wrongs, or do 'em; has he seen me In all this voyage, in the which he pleases.

_En[t]er_ Eugenia, _with divers Attendants_.

To call me friend, let slip a hasty word? S'light Sir: yonder is a Lady va[il]d, For properness beyond comparison, And sure her face is like the rest: we'll see't.

_Gent._ Why? you are hasty Sir already: know you What 'tis you go about.

_Marc._ Yes, I would see The womans face.

_Gent._ By heaven you shall not do't: You do not know the custom of the place: To draw that curtain here, though she were mean, Is mortall.

_Marc._ Is it? earth must come to earth At last, and by my troth, I'll try it Sir.

_Gent._ Then I must hold you fast. By all the faith That can be plac'd in man, 'tis an attempt More dangerous than death, 'tis death and shame: I know the Lady well.

_Marc._ Is she a Lady? I shall the more desire to see her Sir.

_Gent._ She is _Alanso_'s wife, the Governor, A noble Gentleman.

_Marc._ Then let me go, If I can win her, you and I will govern This Town Sir, fear it not, and we will alter These barbarous customs then; for every Lady Shall be seen daily, and seen over too.

_Gent._ Come, do not jest, nor let your passions bear you To such wild enterprises: hold you still, For as I have a soul, you shall not do't. She is a Lady of unblemish'd fame, And here to offer that affront, were base: Hold on your way, and we will see the Town, And overlook the Ladies.

_Marc._ I am school'd, And promise you I will: but good Sir, see, She will pass by us now; I hope I may Salute her thus far off.

_Gent._ 'S foot, are you mad? 'Twill be as ill as th' other.

_1 Attend._ What's the matter? What would that fellow have?

_Gent._ Good Sir forbear.

_1. Atten._ It seems you are new landed: would you beg Any thing here?

_Marc._ Yes Sir, all happiness To that fair Lady, as I hope.

_Gent. Mark-antonio._

_Marc._ Her face, which needs no hiding: I would beg A sight of.

_Gent._ Now go on, for 'tis too late To keep this from a tumult.

_1. Attend._ Sirrah, you Shall see a fitter object for your eyes, Then a fair Ladies face.

_Eug._ For heavens sake, raise not A quarrel in the streets for me.

_1. Attend._ Slip in then; This is your door.

_Eug._ Will you needs quarrel then?

_1. Attend._ We must, or suffer This outrage: is't not all your minds Sirs, speak?

_All._ Yes.

_Eug._ Then I do beseech ye, let my Lord

_Enter three or four Souldiers._

Not think the quarrel about me; for 'tis not. [_Exit._

_Gent._ See happily some of our Galley souldiers Are come ashoar.

_1. Attend._ Come on Sir, you shall see Faces enough.

_Gent._ Some one of you call to

_Enter certain Townsmen._

Our General, the whole rore of the Town Comes in upon us.

_Marc._ I have seen Sir better Perhaps, than that was cover'd; and will yet

_Enter_ Philippo, Theodosia, _and_ Leocadia.

See that, or spoil yours.

_Phil._ On, why start you back?

_Theo._ Alass Sir, they are fighting.

_Leoc._ Let's begon, See, see, a handsome man strook down.

_Gent._ Ho General, Look out, _Antonio_ is in distress.

_Enter_ Rodorigo _above_.

_Theo. Antonio._

_Leoc. Antonio!_ 'tis he.

_Rod. within._ Ho, Gunner make a shot into the Town, I'll part you: bring away _Antonio_ [_a shot._ Into my Cabben. [_Exit Attendants and Townsmen._

_Gent._ I will do that office. I fear it is the last, that I shall do him.

[_Exit Souldiers and Gentlemen with_ Marckantonio.

_Theo._ The last, why will he dye?

_Leoc._ Since I have found him: happiness leave me, When I leave him.

_Phil._ Why _Theodosia_? My sister; wake: alass, I griev'd but now To see the streets so full; and now I grieve To see them left so empty: I could wish, Tumult himself were here, that yet at least Amongst the band, I might espie some face So pale and fearful, that would willingly Embrace an arrand for a Cordial, Or _Aquavitæ_, or a cup of sack, Or a Physitian: but to talk of these She breaths: stand up, O _Theodosia_, Speak but as thou wert wont, give but a sigh, Which is but the most unhappy piece of life, And I will ever after worship sadness, Apply my self to grief; prepare and build Altars to sorrow.

_Theo._ O _Philippo_, help me.

_Phil._ I do; these are my arms, _Philippo_'s arms, Thy Brothers arms that hold thee up.

_Theo._ You help me To life: but I would see _Antonio_ That's dead.

_Phil._ Thou shalt see any thing; how dost thou?

_Theo._ Better, I thank you.

_Phil._ Why that's well: call up Thy senses, and uncloud thy cover'd spirits. How now?

_Theo._ Recover'd: but _Antonio_, Where is he?

_Phil._ We will find him: art thou well?

_Theo._ Perfectly well, saving the miss of him; And I do charge you here, by our allyance, And by the love which would have been betwixt us, Knew we no kindred; by that killing fear, Mingled with twenty thousand hopes and doubts, Which you may think, plac'd in a Lovers heart, And in a Virgins too, when she wants help, To grant me your assistance, to find out This man alive, or dead; and I will pay you In service, tears, or prayers, a world of wealth: But other treasure, I have none: alas! You men have strong hearts; but we feeble maids Have tender eyes, which only given be To blind themselves, crying for what they see.

_Phil._ Why do'st thou charge me thus? have I been found Slow to perform, what I could but imagine Thy wishes were; have I at any time Tender'd a business of mine own, beyond A vanity of thine? have I not been As if I were a sensless creature, made To serve thee without pow'r of questioning, If so, why fear'st thou?

_Theo._ I am satisfied.

_Phil._ Come; then let's go: where's _Leocadia_?

_Theo._ I know not Sir.

_Phil._ Where's _Leocadia_?

_Theo._ I do not know.

_Phil. Leocadia_, This Tumult made the streets as dead as night, A man may talk as freely: what's become Of _Leocadia_?

_Theo._ She's run away.

_Phil._ Begone, and let us never more behold Each others face, till we may, both together, Fasten our eyes on her: accursed be Those tender cozening names of charity, And natural affection, they have lost Me only by observing them, what cost Travel, and fruitless wishes may in vain Search through the world, but never find again.

_Theo._ Good Sir be patient, I have done no fault Worthy this banishment.

_Phil._ Yes _Leocadia_, The Lady so distress'd, who was content To lay her story, and to lay her heart As open as her story to your self, Who was content, that I should know her Sex, Before dissembl'd and to put her self Into my conduct, whom I undertook Safely to guard, is in this Tumult lost.

_Theo._ And can I help it Sir?

_Phil._ No, would thou couldst, You might have done, but for that zeald religion You women bear to swownings, you do pick Your times to faint when some body is by: Bound or by nature, or by love, or service To raise you from that well dissembled death: Inform me but of one that has been found Dead in her private chamber by her self, Where sickness would no more forbear, than here, And I will quit the rest for her.

_Theo._ I know not What they may do, and how they may dissemble; But by my troth, I did not.

_Phil._ By my troth, Would I had try'd; would I had let thee layn, And followed her.

_Theo._ I would you had done so Rather, than been so angry: where's _Antonio_?

_Phil._ Why do'st thou vex me with these questions? I'll tell thee where, he's carried to the Galleys, There to be chain'd, and row, and beat, and row With knotted ropes, and pizzels; if he swound, He has a dose of bisket.

_Theo._ I am glad He is alive.

_Phil._ Was ever man thus troubled, Tell me where _Leocadia_ is?

_Theo._ Good brother be not so hasty, and I think I can: You found no error in me, when I first Told you she was a woman, and believe me Something I have found out, which makes me think, Nay, almost know so well, that I durst swear She follow'd hurt _Antonio_.

_Phil._ What do we

_Enter the Governor, two Attendants, and the Townsmen._

Then lingring here; we will aboard the Galleys And find her.

_Gov._ Made he a shot into the Town?

_1. Attend._ He did Sir.

_Gov._ Call back those Gentlemen.

_1. Attend._ The Governor, commands you back.

_Phil._ We will obey him Sir.

_Gov._ You gave him cause to shoot; I know, he is So far from rash offence, and holds with me Such curious friendship: could not one of you Have call'd me while 'twas doing, such an uproar, Before my dore too?

_1. Towns._ By my troth Sir, we were so busy in the publick cause, of our own Private falling out: that we forgot it: at home we see now You were not, but as soon as the shot made us fly, we ran Away as fast as we could to seek your honor.

_Gov._ 'Twas gravely done; but no man tells the cause Or chance, or what it was that made you differ.

_1. Towns._ For my part Sir, if there were any that I knew Of, the shot drove it out of my head, do you know any neighbours?

_All._ Not we, not we.

_Gov._ Not we! nor can you tell.

_1. Attend._ No other cause, But the old quarrel betwixt the Town and the Galleys.

_Gov._ Come nearer Gentlemen: what are your names?

_Phil._ My name _Philippo_.

_Theo._ And mine _Theodoro_.

_Gov._ Strangers you are it seems.

_Phil._ Newly arriv'd.

_Gov._ Then you are they begun this Tumult.

_Phil._ No Sir.

_[G]ov._ Speak one of you.

_1. Attend._ They are not, I can quit 'em.

_Theo._ Yet we saw part, and an unhappy part Of this debate, a long sought friend of ours Strook down for dead, and born unto the Galleys, His name is _Mark-antonio_.

_Phil._ And another Of our company, a Gentleman Of noble birth, besides accompanyed With all the gifts of nature, ravish'd hence We know not how, in this dissention.

_Gov._ Get you home all, and work; and when I hear You meddle with a weapon any more But those belonging to your Trades, I'll lay you Where your best Customers shall hardly find you. [_Exit Townsmen._ I am sorry gentlemen, I troubled you, Being both strangers, by your tongues, and looks, Of worth: To make ye some part of amends If there be any thing in this poor Town Of _Barcelona_ that you would command, Command me.

_Theo._ Sir, this wounded Gentleman, If it might please you, if your pow'r and love Extend so far, I would be glad to wish Might be remov'd into the Town for cure: The Galleys stay not, and his wound I know Cannot endure a voyage.

_Gov._ Sir, he shall, I warrant you: Go call me hither Sirrah, One of my other Servants. [_Exit 1. attendan[t]._

_Phil._ And besides. The Gentleman we lost, Signior _Francisco_, Shall be render'd too.

_Enter a Servant._

_Gover._ And he Sir too: Go sirrah, bear this ring To _Roderigo_, my most noble friend, The General of the Galleys: Tell him this. [_Exit servant._

_Whispers to his Servant._

_Theo._ Now we shall have 'em both.

_Phil._ Blest be thy thoughts For apprehending this: blest be thy breath For uttering it.

_Gov._ Come Gentlemen, you shall Enter my roof: and I will send for Surgeons, And you shall see your friends here presently.

_Theo._ His name was _Mark-antonio_.

_Gover._ I know it, And have sent word so.

_Phil._ Did you not forget _Francisco's_ name?

_Gover._ Nor his: y'are truly welcome, To talk about it more, were but to say The same word often over: you are welcome. [_Exeunt._

_Scæna Secunda._

_Enter_ Mark-antonio, _carried,_ Leocadia _following; and the Servant. 2 Soldiers carrying him._

_Serv._ This is the house Sir.

_Mar._ Enter it, I pray you, For I am faint, although I think my wound Be nothing. Soldiers, leave us now: I thank you.

_1. Sold._ Heaven send you health Sir.

_Serv._ Let me lead you in.

_Mark._ My wound's not in my feet; I shall entreat 'em I hope to bear me so far. [_Exit._

_2. Sold._ How seriously these land men fled, when our General made a Shot, as if he had been a warning to call 'em to their Hall.

_1. Sold._ I cannot blame 'em, What man have they now in the Town, able to maintain a Tumult, or uphold a matter out Of square if need be? O the quiet hurley burleys that I Have seen in this Town, when we have fought four hours Together, and not a man amongst us so impertinent or Modest to ask why? but now the pillars that bare Up this blessed Town in that regular debate, and Scambling, are dead, the more's the pitty.

_2. Sold._ Old _Ignatio_ lives still.

_1. Sold._ Yes, I know him: he will do prettily well at a mans liver: But where is there any man now living in the Town That hath a steady hand, and understands _Anatomy_ Well? if it come to a particular matter of the lungs, Or the spleen, why? alas _Ignatio_ is to seek; are There any such men left as I have known, that Would say they would hit you in this place? is there Ever a good heartist, or a member-percer, or a Small-gut man left in the Town, answer Me that?

_2. Sold._ Mass, I think there be not.

_1. Sold._ No, I warrant thee. Come, come, 'tis time We were at the Galleys. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Governor, Eugenia, Mark-antonio, Philippo, Theodosia, Leocadia, _Attendants._

_Gover._ Sir, you may know by what I said already, You may command my house; but I must beg Pardon to leave you, if the publick business Forc'd me not from you, I my self should call it Unmannerly: but good Sir, do you give it A milder name: it shall not be an hour Ere I return.

_Mar[c]._ Sir, I was nere so poor In my own thoughts, as that I want a means To requite this with.

_Gov._ Sir, within this hour. [_Exit._