Part 11

_Enter_ Armusia, Emanuel, _and_ Pyniero.

_Arm._ I am sorry, Sir, my fortune is so stubborn, To court my sword against my Countreyman; I love my Nation well, and where I find A _Portugal_ of noble Name and Virtue, I am his humble servant, Signior _Pyniero_, Your person, nor your Uncles am I angry with, You are both fair Gentlemen in my opinion, And I protest, I had rather use my sword In your defences, than against your safeties; 'Tis methinks a strange dearth of enemies, When we seek foes among our selves.

_Em._ You are injured, And you must make the best on't now, and readiest--

_Arm._ You see I am ready in the place, and arm'd To his desire that call'd me.

_Py._ Ye speak honestly, And I could wish ye had met on terms more friendly, But it cannot now be so.

_Enter_ Ruy Dias.

_Em._ Turn Sir, and see.

_Py._ I have kept my word with ye Uncle, The Gentleman is ready.

_Enter Governor, and_ Quisara _above_.

_Arm._ Ye are welcome.

_Ru._ Bid those fools welcome, that affect your courtesie, I come not to use compliment, ye have wrong'd me, And ye shall feel, proud man, e'r I part from ye, The effects of that, if fortune do not fool me; Thy life is mine, and no hope shall redeem thee.

_Arm._ That's a proud word, More than your faith can justifie.

_Quisar._ Sure they will fight.

_Ruy._ She's there, I am happy.

_Gov._ Let 'em alone, let 'em kill one another, These are the main posts, if they fall, the buildings Will tumble quickly.

_Quisar._ How temperate _Armusia_! No more, be quiet yet.

_Arm._ I am not bloody, Nor do not feel such mortal malice in me, But since we cannot both enjoy the Princess, I am resolv'd to fight.

_Ruy._ Fight home _Armusia_, For if thou faint'st, or fall'st--

_Arm._ Do ye make all vantages?

_Ruy._ Always; unto thy life I will not spare thee, Nor look not for thy mercy.

_Arm._ I am arm'd then.

_Ruy._ Stand still I charge ye Nephew, as ye honor me.

_Arm._ And good _Emanuel_ stir not--

_Py._ Ye speak fitly, For we had not stood idle else.

_Gov._ I am sorry for't.

_Em._ But since you will have it so--

_Ruy._ Come Sir.

_Arm._ I wait ye.

_Py._ I marry, this looks handsomely, This is warm work.

_Gov._ Both fall and't be thy Will. [Ruy _falls_.

_Py._ My Uncle dead?

_Em._ Stand still, or my swords in--

_Arm._ Now brave _Ruy Dias_, Now where's your confidence, your prayers? quickly Your own spite has condemn'd ye.

_Quisar._ Hold _Armusia_.

_Ar._ Most happy Lady.

_Quisar._ Hold, and let him rise, Spare him for me.

_Ar._ A long life may he enjoy, Lady.

_Gov._ What ha you done? 'tis better they had all perisht.

_Quisar._ Peace father, I work for the best; _Armusia_, Be in the Garden an hour hence. [_Ex._ Qu. _and Gov._

_Ar._ I shall Madam.

_Py._ Now as I live, a Gentleman at all inches, So brave a mingled temper saw I never.

_Ar._ Why are ye sad Sir? how would this have griev'd you, If ye had fall'n under a profest enemy? Under one had taken vantage of your shame too? Pray ye be at peace, I am so far from wronging ye, Or glorying in the pride of such a victory, That I desire to serve ye, pray look chearfully.

_Py._ Do you hear this Sir? this love Sir? do you see this Gentleman How he courts ye? why do you hold your head down? 'Tis no high Treason, I take it, to be equall'd; To have a slip i' th field, no sin, that's mortal; Come, come, thank fortune and your friend.

_Ar._ It may be You think my tongue may prove your enemy; And though restrain'd sometimes, out of a bravery, May take a License to disable ye: Believe me Sir, so much I hate that liberty, That in a strangers tongue, 'twill prove an injury, And I shall right you in't.

_Py._ Can you have more, Uncle?

_Ru._ Sir, you have beat me both ways, yet so nobly, That I shall ever love the hand that did it: Fortune may make me worthy of some title That may be near your friend,

_Ar._ Sir, I must leave ye, But with so hearty love; and pray be confident, I carry nothing from this place shall wrong ye. [_Exit_ Arm. _and_ Em.

_Py._ Come, come, you are right agen, Sir, love your honor, And love your friend, take heed of bloody purposes, And unjust ends, good heaven is angry with ye; Make your fair virtues, and your fame your Mistriss, And let these trinkets go.

_Ru._ You teach well Nephew, Now to be honourabl[e] even with this Gentleman, Shall be my business, and my ends his.

_Enter Governor and King._

_Gov._ Sir, Sir, you must do something suddainly, To stop his pride so great and high, he is shot up, Upon his person too, your state is sunk else: You must not stand now upon terms of gratitude, And let a simple tenderness besot ye: I'll bring ye suddenly where you shall see him, Attempting your brave Sister, privately, Mark but his high behaviour then.

_King._ I will Father.

_Gov._ And with scorn, I fear contempt too.

_King._ I hope not.

_Gov._ I will not name a lust; It may be that also; A little force must be applyed upon him, Now, now applyed, a little force to humble him. These sweet intreaties do but make him wanton.

_King._ Take heed ye wrong him not.

_Gov._ Take heed to your safety, I but forewarn ye King; if you mistrust me, Or think I come un-sent--

_King._ No, I'll go with you. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Armusia, Quisara.

_Arm._ Madam, you see there's nothing I can reach at, Either in my obedience, or my service, That may deserve your love, or win a liking, But a poor thought, but I pursue it seriously, Take pleasure in your Will, even in your anger, Which other men would grudge at, and grow stormy; I study new humility to please ye, And take a kind of joy in my afflictions, Because they come from ye, I love my sorrows: Pray Madam but consider--

_Quisar._ Yes, I do Sir, And to that honest end I drew thee hither; I know ye have deserv'd as much as man can, And know it is a justice to requite you: I know ye love.

_Arm._ If ever love was mortal, And dwelt in man, and for that love command me, So strong I find it, and so true, here Lady, Something of such a greatness to allow me, Those things I have done already, may seem foyls too: 'Tis equity that man aspires to heaven, Should win it by his worth, and not sleep to it.

_Enter Governor, and King._

_Gov._ Now stand close King and hear, and as you find him, Believe me right, or let Religion suffer.

_Quisar._ I dare believe your worth without additions; But since you are so liberal of your love Sir, And wou'd be farther tried, I do intend it, Because you shall not, or you wou'd not win me At such an easie rate.

_Arm._ I am prepared still, And if I shrink--

_Quisar._ I know ye are no coward, This is the utmost trial of your constancy, And if you stand fast now, I am yours, your wife Sir; You hold there's nothing dear that may atchieve me, Doubted or dangerous.

_Arm._ There's nothing, nothing: Let me but know, that I may straight flie to it.

_Quisar._ I'll tell you then, change your Religion. And be of one belief with me.

_Arm._ How?

_Quisar._ Mark, Worship our Gods, renounce that faith ye are bred in; 'Tis easily done, I'll teach ye suddenly; And humbly on your knees--

_Arm._ Ha? I'll be hang'd first.

_Quisar._ Offer as we do.

_Arm._ To the devil Lady? Offer to him I hate? I know the devil. To dogs and cats? you make offer to them; To every bird that flies, and every worm. How terribly I shake! Is this the venture? The trial that you talk'd of? where have I been? And how forgot my self? how lost my memory? When did I pray, or look up stedfastly? Had any goodness in my heart to guide me? That I should give this vantage to mine enemy; The enemy to my peace, forsake my faith?

_Quisar._ Come, come, I know ye love me.

_Arm._ Love ye this way? This most destroying way? sure you but jest, Lady.

_Quisar._ My Love and Life are one way.

_Arm._ Love alone then, and mine another way, I'll love diseases first, Doat on a villain that would cut my throat, Wooe all afflictions of all sorts, kiss cruelty. Have mercy heaven, how have I been wand'ring! Wand'ring the way of Lust, and left my Maker! How have I slept like Cork upon a water, And had no feeling of the storm that tost me! Trode the blind paths of death! forsook assurance, Eternity of blessedness for a woman! For a young handsome face, hazard my Being!

_Quisar._ Are not our powers eternal, so their comforts? As great and full of hopes as yours?

_Arm._ They are puppets.

_Gov._ Now mark him Sir, and but observe him nearly.

_Ar._ Their comforts like themselves, cold, sensless outsides; You make 'em sick, as we are, peevish, mad, Subject to age; and how can they cure us, That are not able to refine themselves?

_Quis._ The Sun and Moon we worship, those are heavenly, And their bright influences we believe.

_Arm._ Away fool, I adore the Maker of that Sun and Moon, That gives those bodies light and influence; That pointed out their paths, and taught their motions; They are not so great as we, they are our servants, Plac'd there to teach us time, to give us knowledge Of when and how the swellings of the main are, And their returns agen; they are but our Stewards To make the earth fat, with their influence, That she may bring forth her increase, and feed us. Shall I fall from this faith to please a woman? For her embraces bring my soul to ruin? I look'd you should have said, make me a _Christian_, Work that great cure, for 'tis a great one woman; That labor truly to perform, that venture, The crown of all great trial, and the fairest: I look'd ye should have wept and kneel'd to beg it, Washt off your mist of ignorance, with waters Pure and repentant, from those eyes; I look'd You should have brought me your chief god ye worship, He that you offer humane bloud and life to, And make a sacrifice of him to memory, Beat down his Altars, ruin'd his false Temples.

_Gov._ Now you may see.

_Quisar._ Take heed, you goe too far, Sir, And yet I love to hear him, I must have ye, And to that end I let you storm a little; I know there must be some strife in your bosom To cool and quiet ye, e'r you can come back: I know old friends cannot part suddainly, There will be some left still, yet I must have ye, Have ye of my faith too, and so enjoy ye.

_Arm._ Now I contemn ye, and I hate my self For looking on that face lasciviously, And it looks ugly now me thinks.

_Quisar._ How _Portugal_?

_Arm._ It looks like death it self, to which 'twou'd lead me; Your eyes resemble pale dispair, they fright me, And in their rounds, a thousand horrid ruins, Methinks I see; and in your tongue hear fearfully The hideous murmurs of weak souls have suffer'd; Get from me, I despise ye; and know woman, That for all this trap you have laid to catch my life in, To catch my immortal life, I hate and curse ye, Contemn your Deities, spurn at their powers, And where I meet your _Mahumet_ gods, I'll swing 'em Thus o'r my head, and kick 'em into puddles, Nay, I will out of vengeance search your Temples. And with those hearts that serve my God, demolish Your shambles of wild worships.

_Gov._ Now, now you hear Sir.

_Arm._ I will have my faith, since you are so crafty, The glorious cross, although I love your brother; Let him frown too, I will have my devotion, And let your whole State storm.

_King._ Enter and take him; I am sorry friend that I am forc'd to do this.

_Gov._ Be sure you bind him fast.

_Quisar._ But use him nobly.

_King._ Had it to me been done, I had forgiven it, And still preserv'd you fair, but to our gods Sir--

_Quisar._ Methinks I hate 'em now.

_King._ To our Religion, To these to be thus stubborn, thus rebellious To threaten them.

_Arm._ Use all your violence, I ask no mercy, nor repent my words: I spit at your best powers; I serve one, Will give me strength to scourge your gods.

_Gov._ Away with him.

_Arm._ To grind 'em into base dust, and disperse 'em, That never more their bloudy memories--

_Gov._ Clap him close up.

_King._ Good friend be cooler.

_Arm._ Never; Your painted Sister I despise too.

_King._ Softly.

_Arm._ And all her devilish Arts laugh and scorn at, Mock her blind purposes.

_King._ You must be temperate; Offer him no violence, I command you strictly.

_Gov._ Now thou art up, I shall have time to speak too.

_Quisar._ Oh how I love this man, how truly honor him. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima._

_Enter_ Christophero, _and_ Pedro (_at one door_) Emanuel, _and_ Soza, (_at another_).

_Chr._ Do you know the news Gentlemen?

_Em._ Wou'd we knew as well, Sir, How to prevent it.

_Soz._ Is this the love they bear us, For our late benefit? taken so maliciously, And clapt up close? is that the thanks they render?

_Ch._ It must not be put up thus, smother'd slightly, 'Tis such a base unnatural wrong.

_Ped._ I know, They may think to doe wonders, aim at all, And to blow us with a vengeance, out o'th' Islands: But if we be our selves, honest and resolute, And continue but Masters of our antient courages, Stick close, and give no vantage to their villanies--

_Soz._ Nay, if we faint or fall apieces now, We are fools, and worthy to be markt for misery; Begin to strike at him, they are all bound too? To cancel his deserts? what must we look for If they can carry this?

_Em._ I'll carry coals then; I have but one life, and one fortune, Gentlemen, But I'll so husband it to vex these rascals, These barbarous slaves.

_Ch._ Shall we go charge 'em presently?

_Soz._ No, that will be too weak, and too fool-hardy, We must have grounds, that promise safety, friends, And sure offence, we lose our angers else, And worse than that, venture our lives too lightly.

_Enter_ Pyniero.

_Py._ Did you see mine Uncle? plague o' these _Barbarians_, How the rogues stick in my teeth, I know ye are angry, So I am too, monstrous angry, Gentlemen, I am angry, that I choak agen. You hear _Armusia's_ up, honest _Arm_: Clapt up in prison, friends, the brave _Arm_: Here are fine boys.

_Em._ We hope he shall not stay there.

_Py._ Stay, no, he must not stay, no talk of staying, These are no times to stay; are not these rascals? Speak, I beseech ye speak, are they not Rogues? Think some abominable names--are they not devils? But the devil's a great deal too good for 'em--fusty villains.

_Ch._ They are a kind of hounds.

_Py._ Hounds were their fathers; Old blear-ey'd bob-tail'd hounds--Lord, where's my Uncle?

_Soz._ But what shall be done, Sir?

_Py._ Done?

_Soz._ Yes, to relieve him; If it be not sudden they may take his life too.

_Py._ They dare as soon take fire and swallow it, Take stakes and thrust into their tails for glisters: His life, why 'tis a thing worth all the Islands, And they know will be rated at that value; His very imprisonment will make the Town stink, And shake and stink, I have physick in my hand for 'em Shall give the goblins such a purge--

_Enter_ Ruy Dias.

_Ped._ Your Uncle.

_Ru._ I hear strange news, and have been seeking ye; They say _Armusia_'s prisoner.

_Py._ 'Tis most certain.

_Ru._ Upon what cause?

_Py._ He has deserv'd too much, Sir; The old heathen policie has light upon him. And paid him home.

_Ru._ A most unnoble dealing.

_Py._ You are the next, if you can carry it tamely, He has deserved of all.

_Ru._ I must confess it, Of me so nobly too.

_Py._ I am glad to hear it, You have a time now to make good your confession, Your faith will shew but cold else, and for fashion, Now to redeem all, now to thank his courtesie, Now to make those believe that held you backward, And an ill instrument, you are a Gentleman, An honest man, and you dare love your Natio[n], Dare stick to virtue, though she be opprest, And for her own fair sake, step to her rescue: If you live ages, Sir, and lose this hour, Not now redeem, and vindicate your honor Your life will be a murmure, and no man in't.

_Ru._ I thank ye nephew, come along with me Gentlemen, We'll make 'em dancing sport immediately: We are Masters of the Fort yet, we shall see What that can do.

_Py._ Let it but spit fire finely, And play their turrets, and their painted Palaces, A frisking round or two, that they may trip it; And caper in the air.

_Ru._ Come, we'll do something Shall make 'em look about, we'll send 'em plums, If they be not too hard for their teeth.

_Py._ And fine Potatoes Rosted in Gunpowder, such a Banquet, Sir Will prepare their unmannerly stomachs.

_Ru._ They shall see There is no safe retreat in villany; Come, be high-hearted all.

_Omnes._ We are all on fire, Sir. [_Exeunt._

_Enter King and Governor._

_King._ I am ungrateful, and a wretch, perswade me not, Forgetful of the mercy he shew'd me, The timely noble pity--why should I See him fast bound and fetter'd, whose true courtesie, Whose manhood, and whose mighty hand set me free? Why should it come from me? why I command this? Shall not all tongues and truths call me unthankful?

_Gov._ Had the offence been thrown on you, 'tis certain It had been in your power, and your discretion To have turn'd it into mercy, and forgiven it, And then it had shew'd a virtuous point of gratitude, Timely, and nobly taken; but since the cause Concerns the honor of our gods, and their Title, And so transcends your power, and your compassion, A little your own safety, if you saw it too, If your too fond indulgence did not dazle you, It cannot now admit a private pitty; 'Tis in their Wills, their Mercies, or Revenges, And these revolts in you, shew mere rebellions.

_King._ They are mild and pittiful.

_Gov._ To those repent.

_King._ Their nature's soft and tender.

_Gov._ To true hearts. That feel compunction for their trespasses: This man defies 'em still, threatens destruction And demolition of their Arms and Worship, Spits at their powers; take heed ye be not found, Sir, And mark'd a favourer of their dishonor; They use no common justice.

_King._ What shall I do To deserve of this man--

_Gov._ If ye more bemoan him, Or mitigate your power to preserve him, I'll curse ye from the gods, call up their vengeance.

_Enter_ Quisara _with her hands bound_, Quisana, Panura.

And fling it on your Land and you, I have charge [for't;] I hope to wrack you all.

_King._ What ails my Sister? Why, is she bound? why looks she so distractedly? Who does do this?

_Quisan._ We did it, pardon Sir, And for her preservation--She is grown wild, And raving on the strangers love and honor, Sometimes crying out help, help, they will torture him, They will take his life, they will murder him presently, If we had not prevented violently Have laid hands on her own life.

_Gov._ These are tokens, The gods displeasure is gone out, be quick, And e'r it fall, doe something to appease 'em. You know the sacrifice--I am glad it works thus.

_Quisa._ How low and base thou lookst now, that wert noble! No figure of a King, methinks shews on you. No face of Majesty, foul, swarth ingratitude Has taken off thy sweetness, base forgetfulness Of mighty benefits, has turned thee Devil: Thou hast persecuted goodness, innocence; And laid a hard and violent hand on virtue, On that fair virtue that should teach and guide us; Thou hast wrong'd thine own preserver, whose least merit, Pois'd with thy main Estate, thou canst not satisfie, Nay, put thy life in too, 'twill be too light still: What hast thou done?

_Gov._ Goe for him presently, And once more we'll try if we can win him fairly: If not, let nothing she says hinder ye, or stir ye; She speaks distractedly--Do that the gods command ye, Do you know what ye say Lady?

_Quisar._ I could curse thee too, Religion and severity has steel'd thee, Has turn'd thy heart to stone; thou hast made the gods hard too, Against their sweet and patient natures, cruel: None of ye feel what bravery ye tread on? What innocence? what beauty?

_King._ Pray be patient.

_Quisar._ What honourable things ye cast behind [ye]? What monuments of man?

_Enter_ Armusia _and Guard_.

_King._ Once more _Armusia_, Because I love ye tenderly and dearly, And would be glad to win ye mine, I wish ye, Even from my heart I wish and wooe ye--

_Ar._ What Sir, Take heed how ye perswade me falsly, then ye hate me: Take heed how ye intrap me.

_King._ I advise ye, And tenderly and truly I advise ye, Both for your souls health, and your safety.

_Ar._ Stay, And name my soul no more, she is too precious, Too glorious for you[r] flatteries, too secure too.

_Gov._ Consider the reward, Sir, and the honor That is prepared, the glory you shall grow to.

_Arm._ They are not to be consider'd in these cases, Not to be nam'd when souls are question'd; They are vain and flying vapors--touch my life, 'Tis ready for ye, put it to what test It shall please ye, I am patient; but for the rest You may remove Rocks with your little fingers, Or blow a Mountain out o' th' way, with bellows, As soon as stir my faith; use no more arguments.

_Gov._ We must use tortures then.

_Arm._ Your worst and painfull'st I am joyful to accept.

_Gov._ You must the sharpest, For such has been your hate against our Deities Delivered openly, your threats and scornings, And either your repentance must be mighty, Which is your free conversion to our customs, Or equal punishment which is your life, Sir.

_Arm._ I am glad I have it for ye, take it Priest, And all the miseries that shall attend it: Let the gods glut themselves with Christian bloud, It will be ask'd again, and so far followed, So far reveng'd, and with such holy justice, Your gods of gold shall melt and sink before it; Your Altars and your Temples shake to nothing; And you false worshipers, blind fools of ceremony, Shall seek for holes to hide your heads, and fears in, For seas to swallow you from this destruction, Darkness to dwell about ye, and conceal ye; Your mothers womb agen--

_Gov._ Make the fires ready, And bring the several tortures out.

_Quisar._ Stand fast, Sir, And fear 'em not, you that have stept so nobly Into this pious Trial, start not now, Keep on your way, a Virgin will assist ye, A Virgin won by your fair constancy, And glorying that she is won so, will dye by ye: I have touch'd ye every way, tried ye most honest, Perfect, and good, chaste, blushing chaste, and temperate, Valiant, without vain-glory, modest, stayed, No rage, or light affection ruling in you: Indeed, the perfect school of worth I find ye, The temple of true honor.

_Arm._ Whether will she? What do you infer by this fair argument, Lady?

_Quisar._ Your Faith, and your Religion must be like ye, They that can shew you these, must be pure mirrors, When the streams flow clear and fair, what are the fountains? I do embrace your faith, Sir, and your fortune; Go on, I will assist ye, I feel a sparkle here, A lively spark that kindles my affection, And tells me it will rise to flames of glory: Let 'em put on their angers, suffer nobly, Shew me the way, and when I faint, instruct me; And if I follow not--

_Arm._ Oh blessed Lady, Since thou art won, let me begin my triumph, Come clap your terrors on.

_Quisar._ All your fell tortures. For there is nothing he shall suffer, brother, I swear by a new faith, which is most sacred, And I will keep it so, but I will follow in, And follow to a scruple of affliction, In spight of all your gods without prevention.

_Gov._ Death! she amazes me.