Part 26

_Vir._ My Lord, all former passages forgot, [_Exit_ Fer., _Ascanio._ I am become a suitor.

_Ron._ To me _Virolet_?

_Vir._ To you, yet will not beg the courtesie, But largely pay you for it.

_Ron._ To the purpose.

_Vir._ The forty thousand crowns the King hath given me, I will bestow on you, if by your means I may have liberty for a divorce Between me and my wife.

_Ron._ Your _Juliana_? That for you hath indur'd so much, so nobly?

_Vir._ The more my sorrow; but it must be so.

_Ron._ I will not hinder it: without a bribe, For mine own ends, I would have further'd this. I will use all my power.

_Vir._ 'Tis all I aske: Oh my curs'd fate, that ever man should hate Himself for being belov'd, or be compell'd To cast away a Jewel, Kings would buy, Though with the loss of Crown and Monarchy! [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Sesse, _Master, Boatswain, Gunner._

_Sesse._ How do I look?

_Mast._ You are so strangely alter'd. We scarce can know you, so young again, and utterly From that you were, figure, or any favour; Your friends cannot discern you.

_Sesse._ I have none, None but my fair revenge, and let that know me! You are finely alter'd too.

_Boats._ To please your humour, But we may pass without disguise, our living Was never in their element.

_Gun._ This Jew sure, That alter'd you, is a mad knave.

_Ses._ Oh! a most excellent fellow.

_Gun._ How he has mew'd your head, has rub'd the snow off, And run your beard into a peak of twenty.

_Boats._ Stopt all the crannies in your face.

_Mast._ Most rarely.

_Boats._ And now you look as plump, your eies as sparkling, As if you were to leap into a Ladies saddle. Has he not set your nose awry?

_Ses._ The better.

_Boats._ I think it be the better, but 'tis awry sure; _North and by East_, I, there's the point it stands in; Now halfe a _point to the Southward_.

_Ses._ I could laugh, But that my business requires no mirth now; Thou art a merry fellow.

_Boats._ I would the Jew Sir, Could steer my head right, for I have such a swimming in't, Ever since I went to Sea first.

_Mast._ Take Wine and purge it.

_Boats._ I have had a thousand pils of Sack, a thousand; A thousand pottle Pills.

_Gun._ Take more.

_Boats._ Good Doctor, Your patient is easily perswaded.

_Mast._ The next fair open weather Methinks this _Jew_ If he were truly known to founder'd Courtiers, And decay'd Ladies that have lost their fleeces On every bush, he might pick a pretty living.

_Boats._ The best of all our gallants, should be glad of him; For if you mark their marches, they are tender, Soft, soft, and tender; then but observe their bodies, And you shall find 'em cemented by a Surgeon, Or some Physitian for a year or two, And then to th' tub again, for a new pickle. This _Jew_ might live a _Gentile_ here.

[_Ent. 2 Cittizens at both doors, saluting afar off._

_Ses._ What are these? Stand close and mark?

_Boats._ These are no men, th' are motions.

_Ses._ What sad and ruthful faces!

_Boats._ How they duck! This senceless, silent courtesie methinks, Shews like two _Turks_, saluting one another, Upon two _French_ Porters backs.

_Ses._ They are my Countrey-men, And this, some forc'd infliction from the tyrant; What are you, why is this? why move thus silent As if you were wandring shadows? why so sad? Your tongues seal'd up; are ye of several Countries? You understand not one another?

_Gun._ That's an _Englishman_, He looks as though he had lost his dog.

_Ses._ Your habits Shew ye all _Neopolitanes_; and your faces Deliver you oppressed things; speak boldly: Do you groan and labor under this stiff yoak?

_Mast._ They shake their heads and weep.

_Ses._ Oh misery! Give plenteous sorrow, and no tongues to shew 'em! This is a studied cruelty.

_1 Cit._ Begone Sir, It seems you are a stranger, and save your self.

_2 Cit._ You wonder here at us; as much we wonder To hear you speak so openly, and boldly, The Kings command being publisht to the contrary; 'Tis death here, above two, to talk together; And that must be but common salutation neither, Short, and so part.

_Boats._ How should a man buy mustard, If he be forc'd to stay the making of it?

_Within 1._ Clear all the streets before the King.

_1 Cit._ Get off Sir, And shift as we must do. [_Exeunt Citizens._

_Ses._ I'll see his glory.

_Mast._ Stand fast now and like men. [_Flourish Colours._

_Enter_ Castruccio _like the King, in the midst of a Guard._ Villio.

_Cast._ Begin the game, Sir, And pluck me down the Row Of houses there. They hide the view o'th' hill; and sink those Merchants, Their ships are foul and stink.

_Mast._ This is a sweet youth.

_Cast._ All that are taken in assemblies, Their houses and their wives, their wealths are forfeit, Their lives at your devotion. Villains, Knaves, I'll make you bow and shake, I'll make you kneel Rogues. How brave 'tis to b[e] a King!

_Gun._ Here's fine tumbling.

_Cast._ No man shall sit i'th' temple near another.

_Boats._ Nor lie with his own wife.

_Cast._ All upon pain Of present death, forget to write.

_Boats._ That's excellent, Carriers and Footposts, will be arrant rebels.

_Cast._ No character, or stamp, that may deliver This mans intention, to that man i'th' Countrey.

_Gun._ Nay, an you cut off, after my hearty commendati[on]s. Your friend and _Oliver_. No more.

_Cast._ No man smile, And wear face of mirth; that fellows cunning, And hides a double heart, he's your prize, smoke him.

_Enter_ Virolet, Ronvero, Ascanio, _and_ Martia _passing over._

_Ses._ What base abuse is this? Ha? 'tis her face sure, My prisoners with her too? by heaven wild whore Now is my time.

_Mast._ Do what you will.

_Ses._ Stay hold yet, My Countrey shall be serv'd first, let her go, We'll have an hour for her to make her tremble. Now shew our selves, and bless you with your valours.

_Guard._ Here's a whole plump of Rogues. [Virolet _and they off again._

_Ses._ Now for your Countrey.

_Cast._ Away with 'em and hang 'em; shew no mercy, I say no mercy.

_Ses._ Be it so upon 'em.

_Guard._ Treason, treason, treason.

_Boats._ Cut the sla[ve]s to giggets.

_Gun._ Down with the Bul-beefs.

_Ses._ Hold, hold, I command you,----look here.

_Cast._ A miserable thing, I am no King Sir.

_Ses._ Sirrah your fools-face has preserv'd your life. Wear no more Kings coats, you have scap'd a scouring.

_Boats._ I'st not the King.

_Ses._ No, 'tis a prating Rascal, The puppy makes him mirth.

_Cast._ Yes Sir I am a puppy.

_Boats._ I beseech you let me hang him, I'll do't in my Belt straight.

_Cast._ As you are honourable, It is enough you may hang me.

_Gun._ I'll hang a squib at's tail That shall blow both his buttocks; like a petard.

_Cast._ Do any thing. But do not kill me Gentlemen. [_Enter Citizen._

_Boates._ Let's flea him, and have him flye blown.

_Cit._ Away, and save your lives. The King himself is coming on; if you stay, You are lost for ever; let not so much nobleness Wilfully perish.

_Sess._ How near?

_2. Cit._ He's here behind you. [_Ex. Sess. Boatsw. Saylers, Citizens._

_Sess._ We thank you. _Vanish._

_Enter_ Ferand, Ronvere. _Florish Cornets._

_Fer._ Double the Guards and take in men that dare, These slaves are frighted; where are the proud Rebels? To what protection fled? what villain leads 'em? Under our nose distur[b]'d our rest?

_Ronver._ We shall hear, For such a search I have sent, to hunt the Traytors.

_Fer._ Yet better men I say, we stand too open: How now _Castruchio_? how do you like our glory?

_Cast._ I must confess, 'twas somewhat more than my match Sir; This open glory agrees not with my body, But if it were i'th' Castle, or some strength, Where I might have my swinge.

_Vil._ You have been swing'd brother; How these delights have tickled you! you itch yet? Will you walk out again in pomp?

_Cast._ Good Fool.

_Vil._ These rogues must be rebuked, they are too sawcy, These peremptory Knaves. Will you walk out Sir, And take the remnant of your Coronation? The people stay to see it.

_Fer._ Do not vex him, H'as grief enough in's bones; you shall to the Citadel, And like my self command, there use your pleasure, But take heed to your person.

_Vil._ The more danger, Still the more honor Brother.

_Cast._ If I reign not then, And like a King, and thou shalt know it fool, And thou shalt feel it fool.

_Vil._ Fools still are freemen, I'll sue for a protection, till thy reign's out.

_Fer._ The people have abus'd the liberty I late allow'd, I now proclaim it straighter, No men shall walk together nor salute; For they that do shall dye.

_Ronver._ You hit the right Sir; That liberty cut off, you are free from practise.

_Fer._ Renew my guards.

_Ronver._ I shall.

_Fer._ And keep strict watches; One hour of joy I ask.

_Ron._ You shall have many. [_Exeunt Flor. Cor._

Pandulfo _and_ Juliana, _led by two of the guard,_ _as not yet fully recovered._

_1. Guard._ You are now at liberty, in your own house Lady, And here our charge takes end.

_Pand._ 'Tis now a Custom. We must even wooe those men deserve worst of us, And so we thank your labors; there's to drink, For that, and mischief are your occupations; And to mean well to no man, your chief'st harvests.

_2. Gard._ You give liberally; we hope Sir, er't be long, To be oftner acquainted with your bounty, And so we leave you.

_Pand._ Do, for I dote not on ye.

_Jul._ But where's my Husband? what should I do here? Or what share have I in this joy, call'd liberty, Without his company? Why did you flatter me, And tell me he was return'd, his service honor'd?

_1 Gard._ He is so, and stands high in the Kings favor, His friends redeemed, and his own liberty, From which yours is deriv'd, confirm'd; his service, To his own wish, rewarded: so fare-well Lady. [_Ex. Guard._

_Pand._ Go persecute the good, and hunt ye hell-hounds, Ye Leeches of the time, suck till ye burst slaves; How does my girl?

_Jul._ Weak yet, but full of comfort.

_Pand._ Sit down, and take some rest.

_Jul._ My heart's whole Father; That joys, and leaps, to hear my _Virolet_, My Dear, my life, has conquer'd his afflictions.

_Pand._ Those rude hands, and that bloody will that did this, That durst upon thy tender body print These Characters of cruelty; hear me heaven.

_Jul._ O Sir be sparing.

_Pand._ I'll speak it, tho I burst; And tho the ayr had ears, and serv'd the Tyrant, Out it should go: O he[a]re me thou great Justice; The miseries that wait upon their mischiefs, Let them be numberless, and no eye pitty Them when their souls are loaden, and in labour, And wounded through, and through, with guilt and horror; As mine is now with grief; let men laugh at 'em Then, when their monstrous sins, like earth-quakes, shake 'em, And those eyes, that forgot heaven would look upward, The bloody 'larms, of the conscience beating, Let mercy flye, and day strook into darkness, Leave their blind souls, to hunt out their own horrors.

_Jul._ Enough, enough, we must forget dear Father; For then we are glorious formes of heaven; and live, When we can suffer, and as soon forgive. But where's my Lord? methinks I have seen this house, And have been in't before.

_Pand._ Thine own house jewel.

_Jul._ Mine, without him? or his, without my company? I think it cannot be; it was not wont Father.

_Pand._ Some business with the King, (let it be good, heaven) Reteins him sure. [_Enter Boy._

_Jul._ It must be good and noble, For all men that he treats with tast of virtue; His words and actions are his own; and Honour's Not brought, nor compell'd from him.

_Pand._ Here's the Boy. He can confirm us more, how sad the child looks! Come hither _Lucio_; how, and where's thy Master?

_Jul._ Speak gentle Boy.

_Pand._ Is he return'd in safety?

_Jul._ If not, and that thou knowst is miserable, Our hopes and happiness declin'd for ever; Study a sorrow excellent as thy Master, Then if thou canst live leave us.

_Lucio._ Noble Madam, My Lord is safe return'd, safe to his friends, and fortune, Safe to his Countrey, entertain'd with honour, Is here within the house.

_Jul._ Do not mock me.

_Lucio._ But such a melancholly hangs on his mind, And in his eyes inhabit such sad shadowes; But what the cause is----

_Pand._ Go tell him we are here Boy, There must be no cause now.

_Jul._ Hast thou forgot me?

_Lucio._ No noblest Lady.

_Jul._ Tell him I am here, Tell him his wife is here, sound my name to him, And thou shalt see him start; speak _Juliana_, And like the Sun that labors through a tempest, How suddainly he will disperse his sadness!

_Pand._ Go I command thee instantly, And charge him on his duty.

_Jul._ On his love Boy: I would fain go to him.

_Pand._ Away, away, you are foolish.

_Jul._ Bear all my service sweet Boy.

_Pand._ Art thou here still?

_Jul._ And tell him what thou wilt that shall become thee.

_Pand._ I'th' house, and know we are here. [_Ex. Boy._

_Jul._ No, no, he did not; I warrant you he did not: could you think His love had less than wings, had he but seen me; His strong affection any thing but fire Consuming all weak lets and rubs before it, Till he had met my flame, and made one body? If ever heavens high blessings met in one man, And there erected to their holy uses A sacred mind fit for their services, Built all of polisht honor, 'twas in this man: Misdoubt him not.

_Pand._ I know he's truely noble; But why this sadness, when the general cause Requires a Jubile of joy?

_Jul._ I know not. [_Enter_ Virolet _and Boy._

_Pand._ Pray heaven you find it not.

_Jul._ I hope I shall not: O here he comes, and with him all my happiness; He stays and thinks, we may be too unmannerly; Pray give him leave. [_they stand off._

_Pand._ I do not like this sadness.

_Vir._ O hard condition of my misery! Unheard of plagues! when to behold that woman, That chast and virtuous woman, that preserv'd me, That pious wife, wedded to my afflictions, Must be more terrible than all my dangers. O fortune, thou hast rob'd me of my making, The noble building of a man, demolisht, And flung me headlong, on a sin so base Man and mankind contemn; even beasts abhor it, A sin more dull than drink, a shame beyond it; So foul, and far from faith; I dare not name it, But it will cry it self out, loud ingratitude. Your blessing Sir.

_Pand._ You have it in abundance; So is our joy, to see you safe.

_Vir._ My Dear one!

_Jul._ H'as not forgot me yet: O take me to you Sir.

_Vir._ Must this be added to increase my misery, That she must weep for joy, and loose that goodness? My _Juliana_, even the best of women, Of wives the perfectest, let me speak this, And with a modesty declare thy vertues, Chaster than Chrystal, on the _Scythian_ Clifts The more the proud winds Court, the more the purer. Sweeter in thy obedience than a Sacrifice; And in thy mind a Saint, that even yet living, Producest miracles, and women daily, With crooked and lame souls creep to thy goodness, Which having toucht at, they become examples. The fortitude of all their sex, is Fable Compar'd to thine; and they that fill'd up glory, And admiration, in the age behind us, Out of their celebrated urns, are started, To stare upon the greatness of thy spirit; Wondring what new Martyr heaven has begot, To fill the times with truth, and ease their stories: Being all these, and excellent in beauty, (For noble things dwell in the noblest buildings) Thou hast undone thy husband, made him wretched, A miserable man, my _Juliana_, Thou hast made thy _Virolet_.

_Jul._ Now goodness keep me; Oh! my dear Lord.

_Pand._ She wrong you? what's the meaning? Weep not, but speak, I charge you on obedience; Your Father charges you, she make you miserable? That you your self confess.

_Vir._ I do, that kils me; And far less I have spoke her than her merit.

_Jul._ It is some sin of weakness, or of Ignorance? For sure my Will----

_Vir._ No, 'tis a sin of excellence: Forgive me heaven, that I prophane thy blessings: Sit still; I'll shew you all. [_Exit Virolet._

_Pand._ What means this madness? For sure there is no tast of right man in it; Grieves he our liberty, our preservation? Or has the greatness of the deed he has done, Made him forget, for whom, and how he did it, And looking down upon us, scorn the benefit? Well _Virolet_, if thou beest proud, or treacherous.

_Jul._ He cannot Sir, he cannot; he will shew us, And with that reason ground his words.

_Enter_ Virolet, Martia, Ronvere.

_Pand._ He comes. What Masque is this? what admirable beauty? Pray heaven his heart be true.

_Jul._ A goodly woman.

_Vir._ Tell me my dear; and tell me without flattery, As you are nobly honest, speak the truth; What think you of this Lady?

_Jul._ She is most excellent.

_Vir._ Might not this beauty tell me it's a sweet one, Without more setting off, as now it is, Thanking no greater Mistress than meer nature, Stagger a constant heart?

_Pand._ She is full of wonder; But yet; yet _Virolet_.

_Vir._ Pray by your leave Sir!

_Jul._ She would amaze.

_Vir._ O! would she so? I thank you; Say to this beauty, she have all additions, Wealth, noble birth.

_Pand._ O hold there.

_Vir._ All virtues, A mind as full of candor as the truth is, I, and a loving Lady.

_Jul._ She must needs (I am bound in conscience to confess) deserve much.

_Vir._ Nay, say beyond all these, she be so pious, That even on slaves condemn'd she showre her benefits, And melt their stubborn Bolts with her soft pitty, What think you then?

_Pand._ For such a noble office, At these years, I should dote my self; take heed boy.

_Jul._ If you be he, that have receiv'd these blessings, And this the Lady: love her, honor her; You cannot do too much, to shew your gratitude, Your greatest service will shew off too slender.

_Vir._ This is the Lady; Lady of that bounty, That wealth, that noble name, that all I spoke of: The Prince _Ascanio_ and my self, the slaves Redeem'd, brought home, still guarded by her goodness, And of our liberties you tast the sweetness; Even you she has preserv'd too, lengthen'd your lives.

_Jul._ And what reward do you purpose? it must be a main one If love will do it we'll all, so love her, serve her.

_Vir._ It must be my love.

_Jul._ Ha!

_Vir._ Mine, my only love, My everlasting love!

_Pand._ How?

_Vir._ Pray have patience. The recompence she ask'd, and I have render'd, Was to become her husband: then I vowed it, And since I have made it good.

_Pand._ Thou durst not.

_Vir._ Done Sir.

_Jul._ Be what you please, his happiness yet stays with me, You have been mine; oh my unhappy fortune.

_Pand._ Nay, break and dye.

_Jul._ It cannot yet: I must live, Till I see this man, blest in his new love, And then----

_Pand._ What hast thou done? thou base one tell me, Thou barren thing of honesty, and honor; What hast thou wrought? Is not this she, look on her, Look on her, with the eyes of gratitude, And wipe thy false tears off; Is not this she, That three times on the Rack, to guard thy safety, When thou stood'st lost, and naked to the Tyrant; Thy aged Father here, that shames to know thee, Ingag'd i'th' jaws of danger; was not this she, That then gave up her body to the torture? That tender body, that the wind sings through; And three times, when her sinews, crack'd and tortur'd, The beauties of her body turn'd to ruines; Even then, within her patient heart, she lock'd thee; Then hid thee from the Tyrant, then preserv'd thee, And canst thou be that slave?

_Martia._ This was but duty, She did it for her Husband, and she ought it; She has had the pleasure of him, many an hour, And if one minutes pain cannot be suffer'd; Mine was above all these, a nobler venter, I speak it boldly, for I lost a Father. He has one still, I left my friends, he has many; Expos'd my life, and honor to a cruelty, That if it had seiz'd on me, racks and tortures, Alas, they are Triumphs to it: and had it hit, For this mans love, it should have shewed a triumph, Twise lost, I freed him; _Rossana_ lost before him, His fortunes with him; and his friends behind him: Twise was I rack'd my self for his deliverance, In honor first and name, which was a torture The hang-man never heard of; next at Sea, In our escape, where the proud waves took pleasure To toss my little Boat up like a bubble, Then like a meteor in the ayr he hung, Then catch'd and flung him in the depth of darkness; The Cannon from my incensed Fathers Ship, Ringing our Knell, and still as we peep'd upward, Beating the raging surge, with fire and Bullet, And I stood fixt for this mans sake, and scorn'd it; Compare but this.

_Vir._ 'Tis too true; O my fortune! That I must equally be bound to either.

_Jul._ You have the better and the nobler Lady, And now I am forc'd, a lover of her goodness. And so far have you wrought for his deliverance, That is my Lord, so lovingly and nobly, That now methinks I stagger in my Title. But how with honesty? for I am a poor Lady, In all my dutious service but your shadow, Yet would be just; how with fair fame and credit, I may go off; I would not be a strumpet: O my dear Sir, you know:

_Vir._ O truth, thou knowest too.

_Jul._ Nor have the world suspect, I fell to mischief.

_Law._ Take you no care for that, here's that has done it, A fair divorce, 'tis honest too.

_Pand._ The devil, Honest? to put her off?

_Law._ Most honest Sir, And in this point most strong.

_Pand._ The cause, the cause Sir?

_Law._ A just cause too.

_Pand._ As any is in hell, _Lawyer_.

_Law._ For barrenness, she never brought him children.

_Pand._ Why art thou not divorc'd? thou canst not get 'em, Thy neighbors, thy rank neighbors: O base jugling, Is she not young?

_Jul._ Women at more years Sir, Have met that blessing; 'tis in heavens high power.

_Law._ You never can have any.

_Pand._ Why quick Lawyer? My Philosophical Lawyer.

_Law._ The Rack has spoil'd her The distentions of those parts, hath stopt all fruitfulness.

_Pand._ O I could curse.