Part 11

_Mir._ Pray ye call my man in presently Help with the stone first, oh she stirs again. Oh call my man away.

_Nor._ I fly, I fly Sir.

_Mir._ Upon my knees O heaven, O heaven I thank thee.

_Enter_ Colonna, _and_ Norand.

The living heat steals into every member; Come help the Coffin out softly, and sodainly; Where is the Clerk?

_Col._ Drunk above he is sure Sir.

_Mir._ Sirrah, you must be secret.

_Col._ As your soul Sir.

_Mir._ Softly good friend, take her into your armes.

_Nor._ Put in the crust again.

_Mir._ And bring her out there when I am a horseback My man, and I will tenderly conduct her Unto the Fort; stay you, and watch what issue, And what inquirie's for the body.

_Nor._ Well Sir.

_Mir._ And when ye have done, come back to me.

_Nor._ I will.

_Mir._ Softly, oh softly.

_Nor._ She grows warmer still Sir.

_Col._ What shall I do with the Key?

_Mir._ Thou canst not stir now, Leave it ith'door, go get the horses ready. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Rocca, Mountferrat, Abdella, _with a dark Lanthorn_.

_Roc._ The door's already open, the Key in it.

_Mount._ What were those past by?

_Roc._ Some scout of Soldiers, I think.

_Mount._ It may well be so, for I saw their horses: They saw not us I hope.

_Abd._ No, no, we were close, Beside they were far off.

_Mount._ What time of night is't?

_Abd._ Much about twelve I think.

_Roc._ Let me go in first For by the leaving open of the door here There may be some body in the Church: give me the Lanthorne.

_Abd._ You'll love me now I hope.

_Mount._ Make that good to me Your promise is engaged for.

_Abd._ Why she is there Ready prepar'd, and much about this time Life will look up again.

_Roc._ Come in all's sure, Not a foot stirring, nor a tongue.

_Mount._ Heaven bless me, I never enter'd with such unholy thoughts This place before.

_Abd._ Ye are a fearful fool, If men have appetites allow'd 'em, And warm desires, are there not ends too for 'em?

_Mount._ Whether shall we carry her?

_Roc._ Why, to the bark, Sir, I have provided one already waits us; The wind stands wondrous fair too for our passage.

_A[b]d._ And there when ye have enjoy'd her, for ye have that liberty Let me alone to send her to feed fishes: I'll no more sighs for her.

_Mount._ Where is the monument? Thou art sure she will awake about this time?

_Abd._ Most sure, if she be not knockt oth'head: give me the Lanthorn, Here 'tis, how is this, the stone off?

_Roc._ I, and nothing Within the monument, that's worse; no body I am sure of that, nor sign of any here, But an empty Coffin.

_Mount._ No Lady?

_Roc._ No, nor Lord Sir, This Pye has been cut up before.

_Abd._ Either the Devil Must do these tricks--

_Mount._ Or thou, damn'd one, worse; Thou black swoln pitchy cloud, of all my afflictions: Thou night hag, gotten when the bright Moon suffer'd: Thou hell it self confin'd in flesh: what trick now? Tell me, and tell me quickly what thy mischief Has done with her, and to what end, and whether Thou hast remov'd her body, or by this holy place This Sword shall cut thee into thousand pieces, A thousand thousand, strow thee ore the Temple A sacrifice to thy black sire, the Devil.

_Ro[c]._ Tell him, you see he's angry.

_Abd._ Let him burst, Neither his sword, nor anger do I shake at, Nor will yield to feed his poor suspitions, His idle jealousies, and mad dogs heats One thought against my self: ye have done a brave deed; A manly, and a valiant piece of Service: When ye have kill'd me, reckon't amongst your Battels; I am sorry ye are so poor, so weak a Gentleman, Able to stand no fortune: I dispose of her? My mischief make her away? a likely project, I must play booty against my self, if any thing cross ye, I am the devil, and the devils heir, All plagues, all mischiefs.

_Mount._ Will ye leave and do yet?

_Ab._ I have done too much, Far, far too much, for such a thankless fellow, If I be devil, you created me; I never knew those arts, nor bloody practises (---- o'your cunning heart, that mine of mischief) Before your flatteries won 'em into me. Here did I leave her, leave her with that certainty About this hour to wake again.

_Mount._ Where is she? This is the last demand.

_Ab._ Did I now know it, And were I sure, this were my latest minute, I would not tell thee: strike, and then I'll curse thee:

_Roc._ I see a light, stand close, and leave your angers. We all miscarry else.

_Enter_ Gomera, _Page with Torch_.

_Ab._ I am now careless.

_Mount._ Peace, prethee peace, sweet, peace, all friends.

_Abd._ Stand close then.

_Gom._ Wait there Boy, with the light, till I call to thee: In darkness was my soul and sences clouded When my fair Jewel fell, the night of jealousie, In all her blackness drawn about my judgment: No light was let into me, to distinguish Betwixt my suddain anger and her honor, A blind sad Pilgrimage shall be my pennance, No comfort of the day will I look up at: Far darker than my jealous Ignorance Each place of my aboad shall be my prayers No ceremonious lights shall set off more: Bright Armes, and all that carry lustre, life, Society, and solace, I forsake ye. And were it not once more to see her beauties, (For in her bed of death, she must be sweet still,) And on her cold sad lips seal my repentance; Thou child of heaven, fair light I could not miss thee.

_Mount._ I know the tongue, would I were out again, I have done him too much wrong to look upon him.

_Ab._ There is no shifting now, boldness, and confidence Must carry it now away: he is but one neither, Naked as you are, of a strength far under.

_Mount._ But he has a cause above me.

_Ab._ That's as you handle it.

_Roc._ Peace: he may go again, and never see us.

_Gom._ I feel I weep apace, but where's the flood, The torrent of my tears, to drown my fault in? I would I could now, like a loaden cloud, Begotten in the moist south, drop to nothing. Give me the Torch, Boy.

_Roc._ Now he must discover us.

_Ab._ He has already, never hide your head Be bold and brave, if we must dye together.

_Gom._ Who's there? what friend to sorrow? The Tomb wide open The Stone off too? the body gone, by ---- Look to the door Boy: keep it fast, who are ye? What sacrilegious villains? false _Mountferrat_, The woolf to honor, has thy hellish hunger, Brought thee to tear the body out oth'tomb too? Has thy foul mind so far wrought on thee? ha, Are you there too? nay, then I spie a villany I never dream'd of yet, thou sinful usher Bred from that rottenness, th[ou] bawd to mischief, Do you blush through all your blackness? will not that hide it?

_Ab._ I cannot speak.

_Gom._ You are well met, with your dam, Sir, Art thou a Knight? did ever on that sword, The _Christian_ cause sit nobly? could that hand fight, Guided by fame, and fortune? that heart inflame thee, With virtuous fires of valor, to fall off, Fall off so suddainly, and with such foulness, As the false Angels did, from all their glory? Thou art no Knight, honor thou never heard'st of, Nor brave desires could ever build in that breast. Treason, and tainted thoughts, are all the Gods Thou worship'st, all the strength thou hadst, and fortune; Thou didst things out of fear, and false heart, villain Out of close traps and treacheries, they have raised thee.

_Mount._ Thou rav'st old man.

_Gom._ Before thou get'st off from me, Hadst thou the glory of thy first fi[gh]ts on thee Which thou hast basely lost, thy noblest fortunes, And in their greatest lustres, I would make thee, Before we part, confess, nay, kneel, and do it, Nay, crying kneel, coldly, for mercy, crying: Thou art the recreant'st Rogue, time ever nourished, stav'd, Thou art a dog, I will make thee swear, a dog A mangy Cur-dog; do you creep behind the Altar? Look how it sweats, to shelter such a rascall; First, with thy venemous tooth infect her chast life, And then not dare to do; next, rob her rest, Steal her dead body out oth'grave.

_Mount._ I have not.

_Gom._ Prethee come out, this is no place to quarrel in, Valiant _Mountferrat_ come.

_Mount._ I will not stir.

_Gom._ Thou hast thy sword about thee, That good sword, that never faill'd thee: prethee come, We'll have but five stroaks for it; on, on Boy, Here's one would fain be acquainted with thee, Would wondrous fain cleave that Calves-head of yours Sir, Come, prethee let's dispatch, the Moon shines finely: Prethee be kill'd by me, thou wilt be hang'd else, But it may be, thou long'st to be hang'd.

_Roc._ Out with him, Sir, You shall have my sword too: when he's dispatch'd once, We have the world before us.

_Gom._ Wilt thou walk fellow, I never knew a Rogue, hang arse-ward so, And such a desperate knave too.

_Ab._ Pray go with him, Something I'll promise too.

_Mount._ You would be kill'd then? No remedy; I see.

_Gom._ If thou dar'st do it?

_Mount._ Yes, now I dare; lead out, I'll follow presently Under the Mount I'll meet ye.

_Gom._ Go before me, I'll have ye in a string too.

_Mount._ As I am a Gentleman, And by this holy place I will not fail thee, Fear not, thou shalt be kill'd, take my word for it I will not fail.

_Gom._ If thou scap'st thou hast Cats luck. The Mount?

_Mount._ The same: make hast, I am there before else.

_Gom._ Go get ye home; now if he scape I am a Coward.

_Mount._ Well, now I am resolv'd, and he shall find it.

[_Exeunt._

_Scæna Tertia._

_Enter_ Miranda, Lucinda, Collonna.

_Mir._ How is it with the Lady?

_Luc._ Sir, as well As it can be with one, who feeling knowes now What is the curse the divine justice lay'd On the first sinful woman.

_Mir._ Is she in travel?

_Luc._ Yes sir; and yet the troubles of her mind Afflict her more, than what her body suffers, For in the extremity of her pain, she cryes out, Why am I here? Where is my Lord _Gomera_, Then sometimes names _Miranda_, and then sighes, As if to speak, what questionless she loves well, If heard, mig[ht] do her injury.

_Col._ Heavens sweet mercy Look gently on her.

_Mir._ Prethee tell her, my Prayers Are present with her, and good wench provide That she want nothing: what's thy name?

_Luc. Lucinda._

_Mir. Lucinda?_ there's a prosperous omen in it, Be a _Lucinda_ to her, and bring word That she is safe delivered of her burthen, And thy reward's thy liberty: come _Collonna_, We will go see how th'Engineer has mounted The Cannon the great Master sent, be careful To view the works, and learn the discipline That is us'd here: I am to leave the world And for your service, which I have found faithful, The charge that's mine, if I have any power Hereafter may concern you.

_Col._ I still find A noble Master in you.

_Mir._ 'Tis but justice, Thou do'st deserve it in thy care, and duty. [_Exeunt._

_Scæna Quarta._

_Enter_ Gomera, Mountferrat, Rocca, Abdella, _with a Pistol_.

_Gom._ Here's even ground, I'll stir no foot beyond it, Before I have thy head.

_Mount._ Draw _Rocca_.

_Gom._ Coward, Hath inward guilt, robb'd thee as well of courage As honesty? that without odds thou dar'st not Answer a single Enemy?

_Mount._ All advantage That I can take, expect.

_Roc._ We know you are valiant, Nor do we purpose to make farther trial Of what you can do now: but to dispatch you.

_Mount._ And therefore fight, and pray together.

_Gom._ Villains, Whose baseness, all disgraceful words made one, Cannot express; so strong is the good cause That seconds me, that you shall feel, with horror To your proud hopes, what strength is in that arm, Though old, that holds a sword made sharp by justice.

_Ab._ You come then here, to prate? [_Fight._

_Mount._ Help _Rocca_, now, Or I am lost for ever; how comes this? Are villany and weakness twyns?

_Roc._ I am gone too.

_Gom._ You shall not scape me, wretches.

_Ab._ I must do it, All will go wrong else. [_Shoots him._

_[G]om._ Treacherous bloody woman, What hast thou done?

_Ab._ Done a poor womans part, And in an instant, what these men so long Stood fooling for.

_Mount._ This ayd was unexpected, I kiss thee for't.

_Roc._ His right arms only shot, And that compell'd him to forsake his sword, He's else unwounded.

_Mount._ Cut his throat.

_Ab._ Forbear. Yet do not hope 'tis with intent to save thee. But that thou mayst live to thy farther torment, To see who triumphs over thee: come _Mountferrat_, Here join thy foot to mine, and let our hearts Meet with our hands, the contract that is made And cemented with blood, as this of ours is, Is a more holy sanction, and much surer, Than all the superstitious ceremonies You _Christians_ use.

_Enter_ Norandine.

_Roc._ Who's this?

_Mount._ Betray'd again?

_Nor._ By the report it made, and by the wind The Pistol was discharg'd here.

_Gom. Norandine._ As ever thou lov'st valor, or wear'st Arms To punish baseness, shew it.

_Nor._ O the devil, _Gomera_ wounded, and my _Brache black beauty_ An actor in it?

_Ab._ If thou strik'st, I'll shoot thee.

_Nor._ How? fright me with your Pot-gun? what art thou? Good heaven, the Rogue, the traytor rogue _Mountferrat_, To swinge the nest of you, is a sport unlook'd for, Hels ---- consume you.

_Mount._ As thou art a man, I am wounded, give me time to answer thee.

_Gom._ Durst thou urge this? this hand can hold a sword yet.

_Nor._ Well done: to see this villain, makes my hurts Bleed fresh again, but had I not a bone whole, In such a cause I should do thus, thus Rascals.

_Enter Corporal and watch._

_Cor._ Disarm them, and shoot any that resists.

_Gom._ Hold Corporal; I am _Gomera_.

_Nor._ 'Tis well yet, that once in an age you can Remember what you watch for: I had thought You had again been making out your parties For sucking piggs. 'Tis well: As you will answer The contrary with your lives, see these forth coming.

_Cor._ That we shall do.

_Nor._ You bleed apace: good Soldiers Go help him to a Surgeon.

_Roc._ Dare the worst, And suffer like your self.

_Ab._ From me learn courage.

_Nor._ Now for _Miranda_, this news will be to him As welcome as 'tis unexpected: Corporal, There's something for thy care to night; my horse there. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Oriana, _and_ Lucinda.

_Ori._ How do's my Boy?

_Luc._ Oh, wondrous lusty Madam, A little Knight already: you shall live To see him toss a _Turk_.

_Ori._ Gentle _Lucinda_, Much must I thank thee for thy care, and service.

_Enter_ Miranda, Norandine, Colonna.

And may I grow but strong to see _Valetta_, My husband, and my brother, thou shalt find I will not barely thank thee.

_Mir._ Look Captain, we must ride away this morning The Auberge sits to day, and the great Master Writes plainly, I must or deliver in (The year expir'd) my probation weed, Or take the Cloak: you likewise _Norandine_ For your full service, and your last assistance In false _Mountferrats_ apprehension Are here commanded to associate me; my twin in this high honor.

_Nor._ I'll none on't: do they think to bind me to live chast, sober, and temperately, all days of my life? they may as soon tye an _Englishman_ to live so; I shall be a sweet _Dane_, a sweet Captain, go up and down drinking small beer, and swearing _'ods neagues_, no, I'll live a Squire at Arms still, and do thou so too; and thou beest wise: I have found the mystery now, why the Gentlemen wear but three bars of the cross, and the Knights the whole one.

_Mir._ Why Captain?

_Nor._ Marry Sir, to put us in remembrance, we are but three quarters cross'd in our licence, and pleasures: but the poor Knights cross'd altogether; the brothers at Arms, may yet meet with their Sisters at Arms, now and then, in brotherly love; but the poor Knights cannot get a Lady for love, nor money: 'tis not so in other Countries I wis, pray haste you, for I'll along, and see what will come on't. [_Exit._

_Mir. Collonna_, provide strait, all necessaries For this remove, the Lytter for the Lady, And let _Lucinda_ bear her company, You shall attend on me.

_Col._ With all my duties. [_Exit._

_Mir._ How fare you gracious Mistriss?

_Ori._ O _Miranda_. You pleas'd to honor me with that fair title When I was free, and could dispose my self; But now, no smile, no word, no look, no touch Can I impart to any, but as theft From my _Gomera_, and who dares accept, Is an usurper.

_Mir._ Leave us; I have touch'd thee, (Thou fairer virtue, than thou'rt beautiful) Hold but this test, so rich an ore was never

[_Altar ready, tapers and booke._

Tryed by the hand of man, on the vast earth: Sit brightest _Oriana_, is it sin Still to profess I love you, still to vow I shall do ever? heaven my witness be, 'Tis not your eye, your cheek, your tongue, no part That superficially doth snare young men, Which has caught me; read over in your thoughts The story that this man hath made of you, And think upon his merit.

_Ori._ Only thought Can comprehend it.

_Mir._ And can you be so Cruel, thankless, to destroy his youth That say'd your honor, gave you double life? Your own, and your fair Infants? that when fortune (The blind foe to all beauty, that is good,) Bandied you from one hazard to another, Was even heavens Messenger, by providence Call'd to the Temple, to receive you there, Into these Arms, to give ease to your throwes, As if't had thunder'd; take thy due _Miranda_, For she was thine; _Gomera_'s jealousie Struck death unto thy heart; to him be dead, And live to me, that gave thee second life: Let me but now enjoy thee: Oh regard The torturing fires of my affections.

_Ori._ Oh master them, _Miranda_, as I mine; Who follows his desires, such tyrants serves As will oppress him insupportably. My flames, _Miranda_, rise as high as thine, For I did love thee 'fore my marriage, Yet would I now consent, or could I think Thou wert in earnest, (which by all the souls That have (for chastity) been sanctified I cannot) in a moment I do know Thou'ldst call fair temperance up to rule thy blood, Thy eye was ever chaste, thy countenance too honest, And all thy wooings was like Maidens talk; Who yieldeth unto pleasures, and to lust Is a poor captive, that in Golden Fetters (And pretious (as he thinks) but holding gyves) Frets out his life.

_Mir._ Find such another woman, And take her for his labour, any man:

_Ori._ I was not worthy of thee, at my best, Heaven knew I was not, I had had thee else; Much less now gentle Sir; _Miranda_'s deeds Have been as white as _Oriana_'s fame, From the beginning to this point of time, And shall we now begin to stain both thus? Think on the legend which we two shall breed Continuing as we are, for chastest dames And boldest Soldiers to peruse and read, I and read thorough, free from any act To cause the modest cast the book away, And the most honour'd Captain fold it up.

_Mir._ Fairest; let go my hand: my pulse beats thick, And my mov'd blood, rides high in every vain, Lord of thy self now, Soldier, and ever: I would not for _Aleppo_, this frail Bark, This bark of flesh, no better steers-man had Than has _Mountferrat's_: may you kiss me, Lady?

_Ori._ No; though't be no essential injury, It is a circumstance due to my Lord, To none else: and my dearest friend, if hands Playing together, kindle heat in you, What may the game at Lips provoke unto?

_Mir._ Oh what a tongue is here! whil'st she doth teach My heart to hate my fond unlawful love, She talks me more in love, with love to her, My fires she quencheth with her arguments, But as she breathes 'em, they blow fresher fires. Sit further: now my flame cools; Husband, Wife, There is some holy mystery in those names That sure the unmarried cannot understand.

_Ori._ Now thou art strait, and dost enamour me, So far beyond a carnal earthly love; My very soul doats on thee, and my spirits Do embrace thine, my mind doth thy mind kiss, And in this pure conjunction we enjoy A heavenlier pleasure than if bodies met: This, this is perfect love, the other short, Yet languishing fruition, every Swain And sweating Groom may clasp, but ours refin'd Two in ten ages cannot reach unto; Nor is our spiritual love, a barren joy, For mark what blessed issue we'll beget, Dearer than children to posterity, A great example to mens continence, And womens chastity, that is a child More fair and comfortable, than any heir.

_Mir._ If all wives were but such, lust would not find One corner to inhabit, sin would be So strange, remission superfluous: But one petition, I have done.

_Ori._ What (Sweet)?

_Mir._ To call me Lord, if the hard hand of death Seize on _Gomera_ first.

_Ori._ Oh, much too worthy; How much you undervalue your own price, To give your unbought self, for a poor woman, That has been once sold, us'd, and lost her show? I am a garment worn, a vessel crack'd, A _Zone_ unti'd, a Lilly trode upon, A fragrant Flower cropt by another[s] hand, My colour sully'd, and my odo[r] chang'd, If when I was new blossom'd, I did fear My self unworthy of _Miranda_'s spring: Thus over-blown, and seeded, I am rather Fit to adorn his Chimney, than his bed.

_Mir._ Rise miracle: save _Malta_, with thy virtue, If words could make me proud, how has she spoke, Yet I will try her to the very block: Hard-hearted, and uncivil _Oriana_, Ingrateful payer of my Industries, That with a soft painted hypocrisie Cozen'st, and jeer'st my perturbation, Expect a witty, and a fell revenge: My comfort is, all men will think thee false, Beside thy Husband having been thus long (On this occasion) in my Fort, and power.

_Enter_ Nor. Collonna, & Lucinda, _with a Child_.

I'll hear no more words: Captain, let's away With all care see to her: and you _Lucinda_ Attend her diligently: she is a wonder.

_Nor._ Have you found she was well deliver'd: What, had she a good Midwife, is all well?

_Mir._ You are merry _Norandine_.

_Luc._ Why weep you, Lady?

_Ori._ Take the poor Babe along.

_Col._ Madam, 'tis here.

_Ori._ Dissembling death, why didst thou let me live To see this change, my greatest cause to grieve? [_Exeunt._

_Scæna Secunda._

_Enter_ Astorius, Castriot, Valetta, Gomera, Synnet, _Knights_, _two Bishops_, Mountferrat _guarded by Corporal and Soldiers_, Abdella, _a Gentleman with a Cloak, sword, and Spurrs_: Gomera.

_Val._ A tender Husband hast thou shew'd thy self My dearest brother, and thy memory After my life in brazen Characters; Shall monumentally be register'd To ages consequent, till times running hand, Beats back the world, to undistinguished _Chaos_, And on the top of that thy name shall stand Fresh, and without decay.