Part 10

_Arm._ So it please you, pray let's be better acquainted, I know you are the Princesses Gentlewoman, And wait upon her near.

_Pan._ 'Tis like I do so.

_Arm._ And may befriend a man, do him fair courtesies, If he have business your way.

_Pan._ I understand ye.

_Arm._ So kind an office, that you may bind a gentleman, Hereafter to be yours; and your way too, And ye may bless the hour you did this benefit: Sweet handsome faces should have courteous minds, And ready faculties.

_Pan._ Tell me your business, Yet if I think it be to her, your self, Sir, For I know what you are, and what we hold ye, And in what grace ye stand, without a second, For that but darkens, you wou'd do it better, The Princess must be pleas'd with your accesses; I'm sure I should.

_Arm._ I want a Courtiers boldness, And am yet but a stranger, I wou'd fain speak with her:

_Pan._ 'Tis very late, and upon her hour of sleep, Sir.

_Ar._ Pray ye wear this, and believe my meaning civil, My business of that fair respect and carriage: This for our more acquaintance. [_Jewel._

_Pan._ How close he kisses! And how sensible the passings of his lips are! I must do it, and I were to be hang'd now, and I will do it: He may do as much for me, that's all I aim at; And come what will on't, life or death, I'll do it, For ten such kisses more, and 'twere high treason.

_Arm._ I wou'd be private with her.

_Pan._ So you shall, 'Tis not worth thanks else, you must dispatch quick.

_Arm._ Suddenly.

_Pan._ And I must leave you in my chamber, Sir; Where you must lock your self that none may see you; 'Tis close to her, you cannot miss the entrance, When she comes down to bed.

_Arm._ I understand ye, and once more thank ye Lady.

_Pan._ Thank me but thus.

_Arm._ If I fail thee-- Come close then. [_Ex._

_Enter_ Quisara, _and_ Quisana.

_Quisar._ 'Tis late good Aunt, to bed, I am ev'n unready, My woman will not be long away.

_Quisan._ I wou'd have you a little merrier first, Let me sit by ye, and read or discourse Something that ye fancy, or take my instrument.

_Quisar._ No, no I thank you, I shall sleep without these, I wrong your age Aunt To make ye wait thus, pray let me intreat ye, To morrow I'll see ye, I know y'are sleepy, And rest will be a welcome guest, you shall not, Indeed you shall not stay; oh here's my woman,

_Enter_ Panura.

Good night, good night, and good rest Aunt attend you.

_Quisan._ Sleep dwell upon your eyes, and fair dreams court ye.

_Quisar._ Come, where have you been wench? make me unready; I slept but ill last night.

_Pan._ You'll sleep the better I hope [too] night, Madam.

_Quisar._ A little rest contents me; Thou lovest thy bed _Panura_.

_Pan._ I am not in love Lady, Nor seldom dream of devils, I sleep soundly.

_Quisar._ I'll swear thou dost, thy Husband wou'd not take it so well If thou wert married wench.

_Pan._ Let him take, Madam, The way to waken me, I am no Dormouse, Husbands have larum bels, if they but Ring once.

_Quisar._ Thou art a merry wench.

_Pan._ I shall live the longer.

_Quisar._ Prethee fetch my Book.

_Pan._ I am glad of that.

_Quisar._ I'll read awhile before I sleep.

_Pan._ I will Madam.

_Quisar._ And if _Ruy Dias_ meet you, and be importunate, He may come in.

_Pan._ I have a better fare for you, Now least in sight play I. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Armusia, _locks the door_.

_Quisar._ Why should I love him? Why should I doat upon a man deserves not, Nor has no will to work it? who's there wench? What are you? or whence come you?

_Arm._ Ye may know me, I bring not such amazement, noble Lady.

_Quisar._ Who let you in?

_Arm._ My restless love that serves ye.

_Quisar._ This is an impudence I have not heard of, A rudeness that becomes a thief or ruffian; Nor shall my brothers love protect this boldness, You build so strongly on, my rooms are sanctuaries, And with that reverence, they that seek my favours, And humble fears, shall render their approaches.

_Arm._ Mine are no less.

_Quisar._ I am Mistriss of my self, Sir, And will be so, I will not be thus visited: These fears and dangers thrust into my privacy. Stand further off, I'll cry out else.

_Arm._ Oh dear Lady!

_Quisar._ I see dishonor in your eyes.

_Arm._ There is none: By all that beauty they are innocent; Pray ye tremble not, you have no cause.

_Quisar._ I'll dye first; Before you have your Will, be torn in pieces; The little strength I have left me to resist you, The gods will give me more, before I am forc'd To that I hate, or suffer--

_Arm._ You wrong my duty.

_Quisar._ So base a violation of my liberty? I know you are bent unnobly; I'll take to me The spirit of a man; borrow his boldness, And force my womans fears into a madness, And e'er you arrive at what you aim at--

_Arm._ Lady, If there be in you any womans pity; And if your fears have not proclaim'd me monstrous; Look on me, and believe me; is this violence? Is it to fall thus prostrate to your beauty A ruffians boldness? is humility a rudeness? The griefs and sorrows that grow here an impudence? These forcings, and these fears I bring along with me; These impudent abuses offered ye; And thus high has your brothers favour blown me: Alas dear Lady of my life, I came not With any purpose, rough or desperate, With any thought that was not smooth and gentle, As your fair hand, with any doubt or danger Far be it from my heart to fright your quiet; A heavy curse light on it, when I intend it.

_Quisar._ Now I dare hear you.

_Arm._ If I had been mischievous, As then I must be mad; or were a monster, If any such base thought had harbour'd here, Or violence that became not man, You have a thousand bulwarks to assure you, The holy powers bear shields to defend chastity; Your honor, and your virtues are such armours; Your clear thoughts such defences; if you mis-doubt still And yet retain a fear, I am not honest, Come with impure thoughts to this place; Take this, and sheath it here; be your own safety; Be wise, and rid your fears, and let me perish; How willing shall I sleep to satisfie you.

_Quisar._ No, I believe now, you speak worthily; What came you then for?

_Arm._ To complain me, beauty, But modestly.

_Quisar._ Of what?

_Arm._ Of your fierce cruelty, For though I dye, I will not blame the doer: Humbly to tell your grace, ye had forgot me: A little to have touch'd at, not accused, For that I dare not do, your scorns, pray pardon me And be not angry that I use the liberty To urge that word, a little to have shew'd you What I have been, and what done to deserve ye, If any thing that love commands may reach ye: To have remembred ye, but I am unworthy, And to that misery falls all my fortunes, To have told ye, and by my life ye may believe me, That I am honest, and will only marry You, or your memory; pray be not angry.

_Quisar._ I thank you Sir, and let me tell you seriously, Ye have taken now the right way to befriend ye, And to beget a fair and clear opinion, Yet to try your obedience--

_Arm._ I stand ready Lady. Without presuming to ask any thing.

_Quisar._ Or at this time to hope for further favour; Or to remember services or smiles; Dangers you have past through, and rewards due to 'em; Loves or despairs, but leaving all to me: Quit this place presently.

_Arm._ I shall obey ye.

_Enter_ Ruy Dias.

_Ru._ Ha?

_Arm._ Who's this? What art thou?

_Ru._ A Gentleman.

_Arm._ Thou art no more I'm sure: oh 'tis _Ruy Dias_; How high he looks, and harsh!

_Ru._ Is there not door enough, You take such elbow room?

_Arm._ If I take it, I'll carry it.

_Ru._ Does this become you Princess?

_Arm._ The Captain's jealous. Jealous of that he never durst deserve yet; Goe freely, goe, I'll give thee leave.

_Ru._ Your leave, Sir?

_Arm._ Yes my leave Sir, I'll not be troubled neither, Nor shall my heart ake, or my head be jealous, Nor strange suspitious thoughts reign in my memory; Go on, and do thy worst, I'll smile at thee; I kiss your fair hand first, then farewel Captain. [_Exit._

_Quisar._ What a pure soul inherits here! what innocence! Sure I was blind when I first lov'd this fellow, And long to live in that fogg still: how he blusters!

_Ru._ Am I your property? or those your flatteries, The banquets that ye bid me to, the trust I build my goodly hopes on?

_Quisar._ Be more temperate.

_Ru._ Are these the shews of your respect and favour? What did he here, what language had he with ye? Did ye invite? could ye stay no longer? Is he so gracious in your eye?

_Quisar._ You are too forward.

_Ru._ Why at these private hours?

_Quisar._ You are too saucy, Too impudent to task me with those errors. Do ye know what I am Sir, and my prerogative? Though you be a thing I have call'd by th' name of friend, I never taught you to dispose my liberty; How durst you touch mine honor? blot my meanings? And name an action, and of mine but noble? Thou poor unworthy thing, how have I grac'd thee! How have I nourisht thee, and raised thee hourly! Are these the gratitudes you bring _Ruy Dias_? The thanks? the services? I am fairly paid; Was't not enough I saw thou wert a Coward, And shaddowed thee? no noble sparkle in thee? Daily provok'd thee, and still found thee coward? Rais'd noble causes for thee, strangers started at; Yet still, still, still a Coward, ever Coward; And with those taints, dost thou upbraid my virtues?

_Ruy._ I was too blame Lady.

_Quisar._ So blindly bold to touch at my behaviour? Durst thou but look amiss at my allowance? If thou hadst been a brave fellow, thou hadst had some licence Some liberty I might have then allowed thee For thy good face, some scope to have argued with me; But being nothing but a sound, a shape, The meer sign of a Soldier--of a Lover. The dregs and draffy part, disgrace and jealousie, I scorn thee; and contemn thee.

_Ru._ Dearest Lady, If I have been too free--

_Quisar._ Thou hast been too foolish, And go on still, I'll study to forget thee, I would I could, and yet I pity thee. [_Exit._

_Ru._ I am not worth it, if I were, that's misery, The next door is but death, I must aim at it. [_Exit._

_Actus Quartus. Scaena Prima._

_Enter King and Governor, like a Moor-Priest._

_Kin._ So far and truly you have discovered to me The former currents of my life and fortune, That I am bound to acknowledge ye most holy, And certainly to credit your predictions, Of what are yet to come.

_Gov._ I am no lyer, 'Tis strange I should, and live so near a neighbor; But these are not my ends.

_Kin._ Pray ye sit good father, Certain a reverend man, and most religious.

_Gov._ I, that belief's well now, and let me work then, I'll make ye curse Religion e'er I leave ye: I have liv'd a long time Son, a mew'd up man, Sequester'd by the special hand of Heaven From the worlds vanities, bid farewel to follies, And shook hands with all heats of youth and pleasures, As in a dream these twenty years I have slumber'd, Many a cold Moon have I, in meditation And searching out the hidden Wils of heaven, Lain shaking under; many a burning Sun Has sear'd my body, and boil'd up my blood, Feebl'd my knees, and stampt a Meagerness Upon my figure, all to find out knowledge, Which I have now attained to, thanks to heaven, All for my countreys good too: and many a vision, Many a mistick vision have I seen Son. And many a sight from heaven which has been terrible, Wherein the Goods and Evils of these Islands Were lively shadowed; many a charge I have had too, Still as the time grew ripe to reveal these, To travel and discover, now I am come Son, The hour is now appointed, My tongue is touch'd, and now I speak.

_Kin._ Do Holy man, I'll hear ye.

_Gov._ Beware these _Portugals_; I say beware 'em, These smooth-fac'd strangers; have an eye upon 'em. The cause is now the God's, hear, and believe King.

_King._ I do hear, but before I give rash credit, Or hang too light on belief, which is a sin, father; Know I have found 'em gentle, faithful, valiant, And am in my particular, bound to 'em, I mean to some for my most strange deliverance.

_Gov._ Oh Son, the future aims of men, observe me, Above their present actions, and their glory, Are to be look'd at, the Stars shew many turnings, If you could see, mark but with my eyes, pupil; These men came hither, as my vision tells me, Poor weather-beaten, almost lost, starv'd, feebled, Their vessels like themselves, most miserable; Made a long sute for traffique, and for comfort, To vent their childrens toys, cure their diseases: They had their sute, they landed, and to th' rate Grew rich and powerful, suckt the fat, and freedom Of this most blessed Isle, taught her to tremble, Witness the Castle here, the Citadel, They have clapt upon the neck of your _Tidore_, This happy Town, till that she knew these strangers, To check her when she's jolly.

_King._ They have so indeed Father.

_Gov._ Take heed, take heed, I find your fair delivery, Though you be pleas'd to glorifie that fortune, And think these strangers gods, take heed I say, I find it but a handsome preparation, A fair-fac'd Prologue to a further mischief: Mark but the end good King, the pin he shoots at That was the man deliver'd ye; the mirror, Your Sister is his due; what's she, your heir, Sir? And what's he a kin then to the kingdom? But heirs are not ambitious, who then suffers? What reverence shall the gods have? and what justice The miserable people? what shall they do?

_King._ He points at truth directly.

_Gov._ Think of these Son: The person, nor the manner I mislike not Of your preserver, nor the whole man together, Were he but season'd in the Faith we are, In our Devotions learn'd.

_King._ You say right Father.

_Gov._ To change our Worships now, and our Religion? To be traytor to our God?

_King._ You have well advised me, And I will seriously consider Father, In the mean time you shall have your fair access Unto my Sister, advise her to your purpose, And let me still know how the gods determine.

_Gov._ I will, but my main end is to advise The destruction of you all, a general ruine, And when I am reveng'd, let the gods whistle. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Ruy Dias, _and_ Pyniero.

_Ruy._ Indeed, I am right glad ye were not greedy, And sudden in performing what I will'd you, Upon the person of _Armusia_, I was afraid, for I well knew your valour, And love to me.

_Py._ 'Twas not a fair thing, Uncle, It shew'd not handsome, carried no man in it.

_Ruy._ I must confess 'twas ill; and I abhor it, Only this good has risen from this evil; I have tried your honesty, and find proof, A constancy that will not be corrupted, And I much honor it.

_Py._ This Bell sounds better.

_Ruy._ My anger now, and that disgrace I have suffer'd, Shall be more manly vented, and wip'd off, And my sick honor cur'd the right and straight way; My Sword's in my hand now Nephew, my cause upon it, And man to man, one valour to another, My hope to his.

_Py._ Why? this is like _Ruy Dias_? This carries something of some substance in it; Some mettle and some man, this sounds a Gentleman; And now methinks ye utter what becomes ye; To kill men scurvily, 'tis such a dog-trick, Such a Rat-catchers occupation--

_Ru._ It is no better, But _Pyniero_, now--

_Py._ Now you do bravely.

_Ru._ The difference of our States flung by, forgotten, The full opinion I have won in service, And such respects that may not shew us equal, Laid handsomly aside, only our fortunes, And single manhoods--

_Py._ In a service, Sir, Of this most noble nature, all I am, If I had ten lives more, those and my fortunes Are ready for ye, I had thought ye had forsworn fighting, Or banish'd those brave thoughts were wont to wait upon you; I am glad to see 'em call'd home agen.

_Ruy._ They are Nephew, And thou shalt see what fire they carry in them, Here, you guess what this means. [_Shews a challenge._

_Py._ Yes very well, Sir, A portion of Scripture that puzles many an interpreter.

_Ruy._ As soon as you can find him--

_Py._ That will not be long Uncle, And o' my conscience he'll be ready as quickly.

_Ruy._ I make no doubt good Nephew, carry it so If you can possible, that we may fight.

_Py._ Nay you shall fight, assure your self.

_Ru._ Pray ye hear me In some such place where it may be possible The Princess may behold us.

_Py._ I conceive ye, Upon the sand behind the Castle, Sir, A place remote enough, and there be windows Out of her Lodgings too, or I am mistaken.

_Ruy._ Y'are i'th' right, if ye can work that handsomly--

_Py._ Let me alone, and pray be you prepar'd Some three hours hence.

_Ruy._ I will not fail.

_Py._ Get you home, And if you have any things to dispose of, Or a few light prayers That may befriend you, run 'em over quickly, I warrant I'll bring him on.

_Ruy._ Farewel Nephew, And when we meet again--

_Py._ I, I, fight handsomly; Take a good draught or two of Wine to settle ye, Tis an excellent armour for an ill conscience, Uncle; I am glad to see this mans conversion, I was afraid fair honor had been bed-rid, Or beaten out o' th' Island, soldiers, and good ones, Intended such base courses? he will fight now; And I believe too bravely; I have seen him Curry a fellows carkasse handsomely: And in the head of a troop, stand as if he had been rooted there, Dealing large doles of death; what a rascal was I I did not see his Will drawn! What does she here?

_Enter_ Quisara.

If there be any mischief towards, a woman makes one still; Now what new business is for me?

_Quisar._ I was sending for ye, But since we have met so fair, You have say'd that labour; I must intreat you, Sir--

_Py._ Any thing Madam, Your Wils are my Commands.

_Quisar._ Y'are nobly courteous; Upon my better thoughts Signior _Pyniero_, And my more peaceable considerations, Which now I find the richer ornaments; I wou'd desire you to attempt no farther Against the person of the noble stranger, In truth I am asham'd of my share in't; Nor be incited farther by your Uncle, I see it will sit ill upon your person; I have considered, and it will shew ugly, Carried at best, a most unheard of cruelty; Good Sir desist--

_Py._ You speak now like a woman, And wondrous well this tenderness becomes ye; But this you must remember--your command Was laid on with a kiss, and seriously It must be taken off the same way, Madam, Or I stand bound still.

_Quisar._ That shall not endanger ye, Look ye fair Sir, thus I take off that duty.

_Py._ By th' mass 'twas soft and sweet, Some bloods would bound now, And run a tilt; do not you think bright beauty; You have done me in this kiss, a mighty favour, And that [I stand] bound by virtue of this honor, To do what ever you command me?

_Quisar._ I think Sir, From me these are unusual courtesies, And ought to be respected so; there are some, And men of no mean rank, would hold themselves Not poorly blest to taste of such a bounty.

_Py._ I know there are, that wou'd do many unjust things For such a kiss, and yet I hold this modest; All villanies, body and soul dispense with, For such a provocation, kill their kindred, Demolish the fair credits of their Parents; Those kisses I am not acquainted with, most certain Madam, The appurtenance of this kiss wou'd not provoke me To do a mischief, 'tis the devils own dance, To be kiss'd into cruelty.

_Quisar._ I am glad you make that use Sir.

_Py._ I am gladder That you made me believe you were cruel, For by this hand, I know I am so honest, However I deceiv'd ye, 'twas high time too, Some common slave might have been set upon it else; That willingly I wou'd not kill a dog That could but fetch and carry for a woman, She must be a good woman made me kick him, And that will be hard to find, to kill a man, If you will give me leave to get another, Or any she that plaid the best game at it, And 'fore a womans anger, prefer her fancy.

_Quisar._ I take it in you well.

_Py._ I thank ye Lady, And I shall study to confirm it.

_Quisar._ Do Sir, For this time, and this present cause, I allow it, Most holy Sir.

_Enter Governor_, Quisana, _and_ Panura.

_Gov._ Bless ye my Royal Daughter, And in you, bless this Island Heaven.

_Quisar._ Good Aunt, What think ye of this man?

_Quisan._ Sure h' is a wise man, And a Religious, he tells us things have hapened So many years ago, almost forgotten, As readily as if they were done this hour.

_Quisar._ Does he not meet with your sharp tongue?

_Pan._ He tells me Madam, Marriage, and mouldy Cheese will make me tamer.

_Gov._ A stubborn keeper, and worse fare, An open stable, and cold care, Will tame a Jade, may be your share.

_Pan._ Bir Lady, a sharp prophet, when this proves good, I'll bequeath you a skin to make ye a Hood.

_Gov._ Lady, I would talk with you.

_Quisar._ Do reverend Sir.

_Gov._ And for your good, for that that must concern ye, And give ear wisely to me.

_Quisar._ I shall father.

_Gov._ You are a Princess of that excellence, Sweetness, and grace, that Angel-like fair feature, Nay, do not blush, I do not flatter you, Nor do I dote in telling this, I am amazed Lady, And as I think the gods bestow'd these on ye, The gods that love ye.

_Quisar._ I confess their bounty.

_Gov._ Apply it then to their use, to their honor, To them, and to their service give this sweetness; They have an instant great use of your goodness; You are a Saint esteem'd here for your beauty, And many a longing heart--

_Quisar._ I seek no fealty, Nor will I blemish that, heaven has seal'd on me, I know my worth, indeed the _Portugals_ I have at those commands, and their last services, Nay, even their lives, so much I think my handsomness, That what I shall enjoyn--

_Gov._ Use it discreetly. For I perceive ye understand me rightly, For here the gods regard your help, and suddainly; The _Portugals_, like sharp thorns (mark me Lady) Stick in our sides, like Razors, wound Religion, Draw deep, they wound, till the Life-bloud follows, Our gods they spurn at, and their worships scorn, A mighty hand they bear upon our government, These are the men your miracle must work on, Your heavenly form, either to root them out, Which as you may endeavour will be easie, Remember whose great cause you have to execute, To nip their memory, that may not spring more, Or fairly bring 'em home to our devotions, Which will be blessed, and for which you sainted, But cannot be, and they go; let me buzle.

_Quisar._ Go up with me, Where we'll converse more privately; I'll shew ye shortly how I hold their temper; And in what chain thir souls.

_Gov._ Keep fast that hold still, And either bring that chain, and those bound in it, And link it to our gods, and their fair worships. Or Daughter, pinch their hearts apieces with it, I'll wait upon your grace.

_Quisar._ Come reverend father. Wait you below. [_Ex._ Quisar. _and Gov._

_Pan._ If this Prophet were a young thing, I should suspect him now, he cleaves so close to her; These holy Coats are long, and hide iniquities.

_Quisan._ Away, away fool, a poor wretch.

_Pan._ These poor ones Warm but their stomachs once--

_Quisan._ Come in, thou art foolish. [_Ex._ Quisania _and_ Panura.