Part 27

_Jul._ And am I grown so miserable, That mine own pitty must make me wretched? No cause against me, but my love and duty? Farewell Sir, like obedience, thus I leave you, My long farewell: I do not grudge, I grive Sir, And if that be offensive, I can dye, And then you are fairly free: good Lady love him; You have a noble, and an honest Gentleman, I ever found him so, the world has spoke him, And let it be your part still to deserve him: Love him no less than I have done, and serve him, And heaven shall bless you; you shall bless my ashes; I give you up the house, the name of wife, Honor, and all respect I borrowed from him, And to my grave I turn: one farewell more, Nothing divide your Loves, not want of Children, Which I shall pray against, and make you fruitful; Grow like two equal flames, rise high and glorious, And in your honor'd age burn out together: To all I know, farewell.

_Ronver._ Be not so griev'd Lady, A nobler fortune.

_Jul._ Away thou parasite. Disturb not my sad thoughts, I hate thy greatness.

_Ron._ I hate not you, I am glad she's off these hinges, Come, let's pursue. [_Ex. Ronvere and Law._

_Pand._ If I had breath to curse thee, Or could my great heart utter, farewell villain, Thy house, nor face agen. [_Exit Pand._

_Mar._ Let 'em all go. And now let us rejoyce, now freely take me, And now embrace me _Virolet_, give the rites Of a brave Husband to his love.

_Vir._ I'll take my leave too.

_Mar._ How take your leave too?

_Vir._ The house is furnish'd for you, You are Mistress, may command.

_Mar._ Will you to bed Sir?

_Vir._ As soon to hell, to any thing I hate most; You must excuse me, I have kept my word. You are my Wife, you now enjoy my fortune. Which I have done to recompence your bounty: But to yield up those chast delights and pleasures, Which are not mine, but my first vowes.

_Mar._ You jeast.

_Vir._ You will not find it so, to give you those I have divorc'd, and lost with _Juliana_, And all fires of that nature--

_Mar._ Are you a Husband?

_Vir._ To question hers, and satisfie your flames, That held an equal beauty, equal bounty-- Good heaven forgive; no, no, the strict forbearance, Of all those joys, like a full sacrifice, I offer to the sufferings of my first love, Honor, and wealth, attendance, state, all duty, Shall wait upon your will, to make you happy, But my afflicted mind, you must give leave Lady, My weary Trunk must wander.

_Mart._ Not enjoy me? Go from me too?

_Vir._ For ever thus I leave you; And how so e're I fare, live you still happy. [_Exit Virol._

_Mar._ Since I am scorn'd, I'll hate thee, scorn thy gifts too, Thou miserable fool, thou fool to pitty, And such a rude, demolisht thing, I'll leave thee, In my revenge: for foolish love, farewell now, And anger, and the spite of woman enter, That all the world shall say, that read this story, My hate, and not my love, begot my glory. [_Exit Martia._

_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter Sess. Boatswaine, Master, Gunner._

_Sess._ He that fears death, or tortures, let him leave me. The stops that we have met with, Crown our Conquest. Common attempts are fit for common men; The rare, the rarest spirits. Can we be daunted? We that have smil'd at Sea at certain ruines, Which men on shore but hazarded would shake at: We that have liv'd free, in despite of fortune, Laught at the out-stretch'd Arm of Tyranny, As still too short to reach us, shall we faint now? No my brave mates, I know your fiery temper, And that you can, and dare, as much as men: Calamity, that severs worldly friendships, Could ne'r divide us, you are still the same; The constant followers of my banisht fortunes; The Instruments of my revenge; the hands By which I work, and fashion all my projects.

_Mast._ And such we will be ever.

_Gun._ 'Slight Sir, Cramme me Into a Cannons mouth, and shoot me at Proud _Ferrand's_ head: may only he fall with me, My life I rate at nothing.

_Boatsw._ Could I but get, Within my swords length of him; and if then He scape me, may th' account of all his sins Be added unto mine.

_Mast._ 'Tis not to dye Sir, But to dye unreveng'd, that staggers me: For were your ends serv'd, and our Countrey free, We would fall willing sacrifices.

_Sess._ To rise up, Most glorious Martyrs.

_Boats._ But the reason why We wear these shapes?

_Sess._ Only to get access: Like honest men, we never shall approach him, Such are his fears, but thus attir'd like _Switzers_, And fashioning our language to our habits; Bold, bloody, desperate, we may be admitted Among his guard. But if this fail I'll try A thousand others, out-do _Proteus_ In various shapes, but I will reach his heart, And seal my anger on't.

_Enter_ Ronvere _and the Guard._

_Mast._ The Lord _Ronvere_.

_Boats._ Shall we begin with him?

_Sess._ He is not ripe yet, Nor fit to fall: as you see me begin, With all care Imitate.

_Gun._ We are instructed.

_Boats._ Would we were at it once.

_Ron._ Keep a strict watch, And let the guards be doubled, this last night The King had fearful dreams.

_Sess._ 'Tis a good _Omen_ To our attempts.

_Ron._ What men are these? what seek you?

_Sess._ Imployment.

_Ron._ Of what nature?

_Sess._ We are Soldiers; We have seen Towns and Churches set on fire; The Kennels runing blood, Coy virgins ravish'd; The Altars ransack'd, and the holy reliques, Yea, and the Saints themselves, made lawful spoyls, Unto the Conquerors: but these good days are past, And we made Beggars, by this idle peace, For want of action. I am Sir no stranger To the Gover[n]ment of this state, I know the King Needs men, that only do what he commands, And search no farther: 'tis the profession Of all our Nation, to serve faithfully, Where th' are best payed: and if you entertain us, I do not know the thing you can command, Which we'll not put in act.

_Ron._ A goodly Personage.

_Mast._ And if you have an Enemy, or so That you would have dispatch'd.

_Gun._ They are here, can fit you.

_Boats._ Or if there be an Itch, though to a man.

_Sess._ You shall tye Our consciences in your purse strings.

_Ron._ Gentlemen, I like your freedome: I am now in hast, But wait for my return. I like the Rascals, They may be useful.

_Sess._ We'll attend you Sir.

_Ron._ Do, and be confident of entertainment; I hope you will deserve it. [_Exit Ron. and Guard._

_Sess._ O, no doubt Sir: Thus far we are prosperous; we'll be his guard; Till Tyranny and pride find full reward. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Pandulfo, _and_ Juliana.

_Pand._ My blessing? no; a Fathers heavy curse, Pursue, and overtake him.

_Jul._ Gentle Sir.

_Pand._ My name, and Family, end in my self Rather then live in him.

_Jul._ Dear Sir forbear, A fathers curses, hit far off, and kill too, And like a murthering piece ayms not at one, But all that stand within the dangerous level. Some bullet may return upon your self too, Though against nature, if you still go on In this unnatural course.

_Pand._ Thou art not made Of that same stuff as other women are: Thy injuries would teach patience to blaspheme, Yet still thou art a Dove.

_Jul._ I know not malice, but like an innocent, suffer.

_Pand._ More miraculous! I'll have a woman Chronicled, and for goodness, Which is the greatest wonder. Let me see, I have no Son to inherit after me; Him I disclaim. What then? I'll make thy vertues my sole heir; Thy story I'll have written, and in Gold too; In prose and verse, and by the ablest doers: A word or two of a kind step-father I'll have put in, good Kings and Queens shall buy it. And if the actions of ill great women, And of the modern times too, are remembred, That have undone their husbands and their families, What will our story do? It shall be so, And I will streight about it. [_Exit Pand._

_Enter Boy._

_Jul._ Such as love Goodness for glory, have it for reward; I love mine for it self: let innocence Be written on my Tomb, though ne're so humble, 'Tis all I am ambitious of. But I Forget my vows.

_Boy._ 'Fore me you are not modest, Nor is this Courtlike. Would you take it well, If she should rudely press into your Closet, When from your several Boxes you choose paint, To make a this days face with?

_Jul._ What's the matter?

_Boy._ Pray know her pleasure first.

_Jul._ To whom speak you Boy?

_Boy._ Your Ladiships pardon. That proud Lady thief, That stole away my Lord from your embraces, (Wrinckles at two and twenty on her cheeks for't, Or _Mercury_ unallayed, make blisters on it) Would force a visit.

_Jul._ And dare you deny her, Or any else that I call mine? No more, Attend her with all reverence and respect; The want in you of manners, my Lord may Construe in me for malice. I will teach you How to esteem and love the beauty he dotes on; Prepare a Banquet.

_Enter_ Martia _and Boy._

Madam, thus my duty Stoops to the favor you vouchsafe your servant, In honouring her house.

_Mart._ Is this in scorn?

_Jul._ No by the life of _Virolet_: give me leave To swear by him, as by a Saint I worship, But am to know no farther, my heart speaks that My servants have been rude, and this boy (doting Upon my sorrows) hath forgot his duty: In which, that you may think I have no share, Sirra, upon your knees, desire her pardon.

_Boy._ I dare not disobey you.

_Mart._ Prethee rise, My anger never looks so low: I thank you. And will deserve it, if we may be private, I came to see and speak with you.

_Jul._ Be gone. [_Exit Boy._ Good Madam sit.

_Mart._ I rob you of your place then.

_Jul._ You have deserv'd a better, in my bed; Make use of this too: Now your pleasure Lady. If in your breast there be a worthy pitty, That brings you for my comfort, you do nobly: But if you come to triumph in your conquest, Or tread on my calamities, 'twill wrong Your other excellencies. Let it suffice, That you alone enjoy the best of men, And that I am forsaken.

_Mart._ He the best? The scum and shame of mankind.

_Jul. Virolet_, Lady?

_Mart._ Blest in him? I would my youth had chosen Consuming feavers, bed-rid age For my companions, rather then a thing To lay whose baseness open, would even poyson The tongue that speaks it.

_Jul._ Certainly from you At no part he deserves this; and I tell you, Durst I pretend but the least title to him, I should not hear this.

_Mart._ He's an impudent villain, Or a malicious wretch: to you ungrateful; To me beyond expression barbarous. I more then hate him; from you he deserves A death most horrid: from me, to dye for ever, And know no end of torments. Would you have comfort? Would you wash off the stain that sticks upon you, In being refus'd? Would you redeem your fame, Shipwrack'd in his base wrongs? if you desire this, It is not to be done with slavish suffering, But by a Noble anger, making way To a most brave revenge, we may call justice; Our injuries are equal; joyn with me then, And share the honor.

_Jul._ I scarce understand you, And know I shall be most unapt to learn To hate the man I still must love and honor.

_Mar._ This foolish dotage in soft-hearted women, Makes proud men insolent: but take your way, I'll run another course.

_Jul._ As you are noble, Deliver his offence.

_Mart._ He has denied The rites due to a wife.

_Jul._ O me most happy, How largely am I payd for all my sufferings! Most honest _Virolet_, thou just performer Of all thy promises: I call to mind now, When I was happy in those joys you speak of, In a chast bed, and warranted by Law too, He oft would swear, that if he should survive me, (Which then I knew he wisht not) never woman Should tast of his embraces; this one act Makes me again his debtor.

_Mart._ And was this The cause my youth and beauty were contemn'd? If I sit down here! wel----

_Jul._ I dare thy worst, Plot what thou canst, my piety shall guard him Against thy malice. Leave my house and quickly, Thou wilt infect these innocent walls. By virtue I will inform him of thy bloody purpose, And turn it on thine own accursed head; Believ't I will. [_Exit Juliana._

_Mart._ But 'tis not in thy power To hinder what I have decreed against him. I'll set my self to sale, and live a strumpet; Forget my birth, my father, and his honor, Rather then want an instrument to help me In my revenge. The Captain of the guard; Blest opportunity courts me.

_Enter_ Ronvere.

_Ron._ Sad and troubled? How brave her anger shews! how it sets off Her natural beauty! under what happy star Was _Virolet_ born, to be belov'd and sought to, By two incomparable women? noblest Lady, I have heard your wrongs and pitty them: and if The service of my life could give me hope To gain your favor, I should be most proud To be commanded.

_Mart._ 'Tis in you, my Lord, To make me your glad servant.

_Ron._ Name the means.

_Mar._ 'Tis not preferment, Jewels, Gold, or Courtship. He that desires to reap the harvest of My youth and beauty, must begin in blood, And right my wrongs.

_Ron._ I apprehend you Madam, And rest assured 'tis done; I am provided Of instruments to fit you: To the King, I'll instantly present you; if I fail, He shall make good your ayms: he's less then man, That to atchieve your favor, would not do Deeds, fiends would fear to put their agents to. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Virolet _Reading._

Vir. _Quod invitus facis, non est scelus._ 'Tis an _axiome_, Now whether willingly I have departed With that I lov'd: with that, above her life Lov'd me again, crownd me a happy husband, Was full of children: her afflictions, That I begot, that when our age must perish, And all our painted frailties turn'd to ashes, Then shall they stand and prop[a]gate our honors. Whether this done, and taking to protection A new strange beauty, it was a useful one: How to my lust? if it be so, I am sinful; And guilty of that crime I would fling from me. Was there not in it this fair course of virtue? This pious course, to save my friends, my Countrey, That even then had put on a mourning garment, And wept the desolation of her children? Her noblest children? Did not she thrust me on, And to my duty clapt the spur of honor? Was there a way, without this woman, left me To bring 'em off? the marrying of this woman? If not, why am I stung thus? why tormented? Or had there been a wild desire joyn'd with it, How easily, both these, and all their beauties Might I have made mine own! why am I toucht thus, Having perform'd the great redemption, Both of my friends and family? fairly done it? Without base and lascivious ends; O Heaven, Why am I still at War thus? why this a mischief, That honesty and honor had propounded, I, and absolv'd my tender will, and chid me, Nay then unwillingly flung me on?

_Enter_ Juliana _and the Boy._

_Boy._ He's here Madam; This is the melancholly walk he lives in, And chooses ever to increase his sadness.

_Jul._ Stand by.

_Vir._ 'Tis she: how I shake now and tremble! The virtues of that mind are torments to me.

_Jul._ Sir, if my hated face shall stir your anger, Or this forbidden path I tread in vex you; My love, and fair obedience left behind me, Your pardon asked, I shall return and bless you.

_Vir._ Pray stay a little, I delight to see you; May not we yet, though fortune have divided us, And set an envious stop between our pleasures, Look thus one at another? sigh and weep thus? And read in one anothers eyes, the Legends, And wonders of our old loves? be not fearful, Though you be now a Saint, I may adore you: May I not take this hand, and on it sacrifice The sorrows of my heart? white seal of virtue.

_Jul._ My Lord, you wrong your wedlock.

_Vir._ Were she here, And with her all severe eyes to behold us, We might do this; I might name _Juliana_, And to the reverence of that name, bow thus: I might sigh _Juliana_ she was mine once; But I too weak a guard for that great treasure---- And whilst she has a name, believe me Lady, This broken heart shall never want a sorrow.

_Jul._ Forget her sir, your honor now commands you You are anothers, keep those griefs for her, She richly can reward 'em. I would have spoken with you.

_Vir._ What is your will? for nothing you can ask, So full of goodness are your words and meanings, Must be denied: speak boldly.

_Jul._ I thank you sir. I come not To beg, or flatter, only to be believ'd, That I desire: for I shall tell a story, So far from seeming truth, yet a most true one; So horrible in nature, and so horrid; So beyond wickedness, that when you hear it, It must appear the practice of another, The cast and malice of some one you have wrong'd much, And me, you may imagine me accuse too, Unless you call to mind my daily sufferings; The infinite obedience I have born you, That hates all name and nature of revenge. My love, that nothing but my death can sever, Rather than hers I speak of.

_Vir. Juliana_, To make a doubt of what you shall deliver, After my full experience of your virtues, Were to distrust a providence; to think you can lie, Or being wrong'd, seek after foul repairings, To forge a Creed against my faith.

_Jul._ I must do so, for it concerns your life Sir; And if that word may stir you, hear and prosper: I should be dumb else, were not you at stake here.

_Vir._ What new friend have I found, that dares deliver This loaden trunk from his afflictions? What pittying hand, of all that feels my miseries, Brings such a benefit?

_Jul._ Be wise and manly, And with your honor fall, when Heaven shall call you, Not by a hellish mischief.

_Vir._ Speak my blest one, How weak and poor I am, now she is from me!

_Jul._ Your wife.

_Viro._ How's that?

_Jul._ Your wife.

_Vir._ Be tender of her, I shall believe else----

_Jul._ I must be true; your ear, sir; For 'tis so horrible, if the ayr catch it, Into a thousand plagues, a thousand monsters, It will disperse it self, and fright resistance. [_Whispers._

_Viro._ She seek my life with you? make you her agent? Another love? O speak but truth.

_Jul._ Be patient, Dear as I love you, else I leave you wretched.

_Vir._ Forward, 'tis well, it shall be welcome to me; I have liv'd too long, numbred too many days, Yet never found the benefit of living; Now when I come to reap it with my service, And hunt for that my youth and honor aims at, The Sun sets on my fortune red and bloody, And everlasting night begins to close me, 'Tis time to dye.

_Enter_ Martia _and_ Ronvere.

_Jul._ She comes her self.

_Ron._ Believe Lady, And on this Angel hand, your servant seals it, You shall be Mistriss of your whole desires, And what ye shall command.

_Mart._ Ha mynion, My precious Dame, are you there? nay go forward, Make your complaints, and pour out your fain'd pitties, Slave, like to him you serve: I am the same still, And what I purpose, let the world take witness, Shall be so finisht, and to such example, Spite of your poor preventions, my dear Gentleman, My honorable man, are you there too? You and your hot desire? your mercy Sir, I had forgot your greatness.

_Jul._ 'Tis not well Lady.

_Mart._ Lord, how I hate this fellow now; how desperately My stomach stands against him; this base fellow, This gelded fool!

_Jul._ Did you never hear of modesty?

_Mart._ Yes, when I heard of you and so believ'd it, Thou bloodless, brainless fool.

_Vir._ How?

_Mart._ Thou despised fool, Thou only sign of man, how I contemn thee! Thou woven worthy in a piece of Arras, Fit only to enjoy a wall; thou beast Beaten to use; Have I preserv'd a beauty, A youth, a love, to have my wishes blasted? My dotings, and the joys I came to offer, Must they be lost, and sleighted by a dormouse?

_J[u]l._ Use more respect; and woman, 'twill become you; At least, less tongue.

_Mart._ I'll use all violence, Let him look for't.

_Jul._ Dare you stain those beauties, Those heavenly stamps, that raise men up to wonder, With harsh and crooked motions? are you she That overdid all ages, with your honor; And in a little hour dare loose this triumph? Is not this man your husband?

_Mart._ He's my halter; Which (having sued my pardon) I fling off thus, And with him all I brought him, but my anger; Which I will nourish to the desolation, Not only of his folly, but his friends, And his whole name.

_Vir._ 'Tis well, I have deserved it. And if I were a woman, I would rail too.

_Mart._ Nature nere promised thee a thing so noble. Take back your love, your vow, I give it freely; I poorly scorn it; graze now where you please: That that the dulness of thy soul neglected, Kings sue for now. And mark me, _Virolet_, Thou image of a man, observe my words well. At such a bloody rate I'll sell this beauty, This handsomness thou scornst and flingst away, Thy proud ungrateful life shall shake at: take your house, The petty things you left me give another; And last, take home your trinket: fare you well, Sir.

_Ron._ You have spoke like your self; Y'are a brave Lady. [_Exeunt_ Ronvere _and_ Martia.

_Jul._ Why do you smile, Sir?

_Vir._ O my _Juliana_, The happiness this womans scorn has given me, Makes me a man again; proclaims it self, In such a general joy, through all my miseries, That now methinks--

_Jul._ Look to your self dear Sir, And trifle not with danger that attends you; Be joyful when y'are free.

_Vir._ Did you not hear her? She gave me back my vow, my love, my freedom; I am free, free as air; and though to morrow Her bloody will meet with my life, and sink it, And in her execution tear me piecemeal: Yet have I time once more to meet my wishes, Once more to embrace my best, my noblest, truest; And time that's warranted.

_Jul._ Good Sir, forbear it: Though I confess, equal with your desires My wishes rise, as covetous of your love, And to as warm alarums spur my will to: Yet pardon me, the Seal o'th' Church dividing us, And hanging like a threatning flame between us, We must not meet, I dare not.

_Vir._ That poor disjoynting That only strong necessity thrust on you, Not crime, nor studied cause of mine: how sweetly, And nobly I will bind again and cherish; How I will recompence one dear imbrace now, One free affection! how I burn to meet it! Look now upon me.