Part 8

_Kee._ I'll be sworne He fears not, for even when I shake for him, As many times my pitty will compell me, When other souls, that bear not half his burthen, Shrink in their powers, and burst with their oppressions; Then will he Sing, wooe his afflictions, And court 'em in sad airs, as if he wou'd wed 'em.

_1._ That's more than we have heard yet, we are only Appointed for his Guard, but not so near him, If we could hear that wonder--

_Kee._ Many times I fear the Governor should come to know it; For his voice so affects me, so delights me, That when I find his hour, I have Musick ready, And it stirs me infinitely, be but still and private, And you may chance to hear. [_King appears loden with chains, his head, and armes only above._

_2._ We will not stir, Sir; This is a sudden change, but who dares blame it.

_Kee._ Now hark and melt, for I am sure I shall; Stand silent, what stubborn weight of chains--

_1._ Yet he looks temperately.

_2._ His eyes not sunk, and his complexion firm still, No wildness, no distemper'd touch upon him, How constantly he smiles, and how undanted! With what a Majesty he heaves his head up! [_Musick._

_Kee._ Now marke, I know he will sing; do not disturb him. Your allowance from the Governor, wou'd it were more sir, Or in my power to make it hansomer.

_Kin._ Do not transgress thy charge, I take his bounty, And fortune, whilst I bear a mind contented Not leaven'd with the glory I am falen from, Nor hang upon vain hopes, that may corrupt me.

_Enter Governor._

_Gov._ Thou art my slave, and I appear above thee.

_Kee._ The Governor himself.

_Gov._ What, at your banquet? And in such state, and with such change of service?

_Kin._ Nature's no glutton, Sir, a little serves her.

_Gov._ This diet's holsome then.

_Kin._ I beg no better.

_Gov._ A calm contented mind, give him less next; These full meals will oppress his health, his Grace Is of a tender, and pure constitution, And such repletions--

_Kin._ Mock, mock, it moves not me sir, Thy mirths, as do thy mischiefs, flie behind me.

_Gov._ Ye carry it handsomely, but tell me patience, Do not you curse the brave and royal Lady Your gracious sister? do not you damn her pitty, Damn twenty times a day, and damn it seriously? Do not you swear aloud too, cry and kick? The very soul sweat in thee with the agony Of her contempt of me? Couldst not thou eat her For being so injurious to thy fortune, Thy fair and happy fortune? Couldst not thou wish her A Bastard, or a Whore, fame might proclame her; Black ugly fame, or that thou hadst had no sister? Spitting the general name out, and the nature; Blaspheming heaven for making such a mischief; For giving power to pride, and will to Woman?

_Kin._ No Tyrant, no, I bless and love her for it; And though her scorn of thee, had laid up for me As many plagues as the corrupted air breeds, As many mischiefs as the hours have minutes, As many formes of Death, as doubt can figure; Yet I should love [her] more still, and more honor her; All thou canst lay upon me, cannot bend me, No not the stroke of death, that I despise too: For if fear could possess me, thou hadst won me; As little from this hour I prize thy flatteries, And less than those thy prayers, though thou wouldst kneel to me; And if she be not Mistriss of this nature, She is none of mine, no kin, and I contemne her.

_Gov._ Are you so valiant sir?

_Kin._ Yes, and so fortunate; For he that holds his constancy still conquers; Hadst thou preserv'd me as a noble enemy, And as at first, made my restraint seem to me But only as the shadow of captivity, I had still spoke thee noble, still declar'd thee A valiant, great, and worthy man, still lov'd thee, And still prefer'd thy fair love to my sister; But to compell this from me with a misery, A most inhumane, and unhandsome slavery--

_Gov._ You will relent for all this talk I fear not, And put your wits a work agen.

_Kin._ You are cozen'd; Or if I were so weak to be wrought to it, So fearful to give way to so much poverty, How I should curse her heart if she consented!

_Gov._ You shall write, and entreat, or--

_Kin._ Do thy utmost, And e'en in all thy tortures I'll laugh at thee, I'll think thee no more valiant, but a villain; Nothing thou hast done brave, but like a thief, Atchiev'd by craft, and kept by cruelty; Nothing thou canst deserve, thou art unhonest; Nor no way live to build a Name, thou art barbarous.

_Gov._ Down with him low enough, there let him murmur, And see his diet be so light and little, He grow not thus high hearted on't, I will coole ye, And make ye cry for mercy, and be ready To work my ends, and willingly; and your sister taken down, Your scornful, cruel sister shall repent too, And sue to me for grace. Give him no liberty, But let his bands be doubled, his ease lessened; Nothing his heart desires, but vex and torture him: Let him not sleep, nothing that's dear to nature Let him enjoy; yet take heed that he dye not; Keep him as near death, and as willing to embrace it, But see he arrive not at it; I will humble him. And her stout heart that stands on such defiance; And let me see her champions that dare venture Her high and mighty wooers, keep your guards close, And as you love your lives be diligent. And what I charge, observe.

_Omnes._ We shall be dutiful.

_Gov._ I'll pull your courage King, and all your bravery. [_Exit Gov._

_1._ Most certain he is resolved nothing can stir him; For if he had but any part about him Gave way to fear or hope, he durst not talk thus, And do thus stoutly too, as willingly, And quietly he sunk down to his sorrows, As some men [to] their sleeps.

_Keep._ Yes, and sleeps with e'm; So little he regards them, there's the wonder, And often soundly sleeps, wou'd I durst pity him, Or wou'd it were in my will, but we are servants, And tied unto command.

_2._ I wish him better, But much I fear h'as found his tombe already, We must observe our guards.

_1._ He cannot last long, And when he is dead, he is free.

_Kee._ That's the most cruelty, That we must keep him living.

_2._ That's as he please; For that Man that resolves, needs no Phisitian. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Armusia, Soza, Emanuel _like Merchants, arm'd underneath_.

_Arm._ Our prosperous passage was an omen to us, A lucky and a fair omen.

_Omnes._ We believe it.

_Ar._ The Sea and Wind strove who should most befriend us, And as they favour'd our design, and lov'd us, So lead us forth--Where lies the Boat that brought us?

_Soz._ Safe lodg'd within the Reeds, close by the Castle, That no eye can suspect, nor thought come near it.

_Em._ But where have you been, brave sir?

_Ar._ I have broke the Ice Boyes: I have begun the game, fair fortune guide it, Suspectless have I travell'd all the Town through, And in this Merchants shape won much acquaintance, Survey'd each strength and place that may befriend us, View'd all his Magazines, got perfect knowledge Of where the Prison is, and what power guards it.

_Soz._ These will be strong attempts.

_Ar._ Courage is strong: What we beg[a]n with policy, my dear friends, Let's end with manly force; there's no retiring, Unless it be with shame.

_Em._ Shame his that hopes it.

_Ar._ Better a few, and clearer fame will follow us, However, lose or win, and speak our memories, Than if we led our Armies; things done thus, And of this noble weight, will stile us worthies.

_Soz._ Direct, and we have done, bring us to execute, And if we flinch, or fail--

_Ar._ I am sure ye dare not. Then farther know, and let no ear be near us, That may be false.

_Em._ Speak boldly on, we are honest; Our lives and fortunes yours.

_Ar._ Hard by the place then Where all his Treasure lies, his Armes, his Women, Close by the Prison too where he keeps the King, I have hir'd a lodging, as a Trading Merchant, A Celler to that too, to stow my Wares in, The very Wall of which, joynes to his store-house.

_Soz._ What of all this?

_Ar._ Ye are dull, if ye apprehend not: Into that Cellar, elected friends, I have convey'd, And unsuspected too, that that will do it; That that will make all shake, and smoak too.

_Em._ Ha?

_Ar._ My thoughts have not been idle, nor my practice: The fire I brought here with me shall do something, Shall burst into material flames, and bright ones, That all the Island shall stand wondring at it, As if they had been stricken with a Comet: Powder is ready, and enough to work it, The Match is left a-fire, all, all husht, and lockt close, No man suspecting what I am but Merchant: An hour hence, my brave friends, look for the fury, The fire to light us to our honour'd purpose, For by that time 'twill take.

_Soz._ What are our duties?

_Ar._ When all are full of fear and fright, the Governor Out of his wits, to see the flames so imperious, Ready to turn to ashes all he worships, And all the people there to stop these ruins, No man regarding any private office; Then flie we to the prison suddenly, Here's one has found the way, and dares direct us.

_Em._ Then to our swords and good hearts, I long for it.

_Ar._ Certain we shall not find much opposition, But what is must be forced.

_Soz._ 'Tis bravely cast Sir, And surely too I hope.

_Ar._ If the fire fail not, And powder hold his nature, some must presently Upon the first cry of th' amazed people, (For nothing will be markt then, but the misery) Be ready with the boat upon an instant, And then all's right and fair.

_Em._ Bless us dear fortune.

_Ar._ Let us be worthy of it in our courage, And fortune must befriend us, come all sever, But keep still within sight, when the flame rises Let's meet, or either doe, or dye.

_Soz._ So be it. [_Exeunt._

_Enter Governor, and Captain._

_Gov._ No Captain, for those Troops we need 'em not, The Town is strong enough to stand their furies; I wou'd see 'em come, and offer to do something. They are high in words.

_Cap._ 'Tis safer Sir then doing.

_Gov._ Dost think they dare attempt?

_Cap._ May be by Treaty, But sure by force they will not prove so froward.

_Gov._ No faith, I warrant thee, they know me well enough And know they have no Child in hand to play with: They know my nature too, I have bit some of 'em, And to the bones, they have reason to remember me, It makes me laugh to think how glorious The fools are in their promises, and how pregnant Their wits and powers are to bring things to pass; Am I not grown lean with loss of sleep and care To prevent these threatnings, Captain?

_Cap._ You look well Sir: Upon my conscience you are not like to sicken Upon any such conceit.

_Gov._ I hope I shall not: Well, wou'd I had this Wench, for I must have her, She must be mine; and there's another charge Captain; What betwixt love and brawling I got nothing, All goes in maintenance-- Heark, What was that, [_The Train takes._ That noise there? it went with a violence.

_Cap._ Some old wall belike Sir, That had no neighbor help to hold it up, Is fallen suddenly.

_Gov._ I must discard these Rascals, That are not able to maintain their buildings, They blur the beauty of the Town.

_Within._ Fire, Fire.

_Gov._ I hear another tune, good Captain, It comes on fresher still, 'tis loud and fearful, Look up into the Town, how bright the ayr shewes; Upon my life some sudden fire. [_Ex. Cap._ The bell too? [_Bell Rings._ I hear the noise more clear.

_Enter Citizen._

_Cit._ Fire, fire.

_Gov._ Where? where?

_Cit._ Suddenly taken in a Merchan[t]s house sir, Fearful and high it blazes; help good people.

_Gov._ Pox o'their paper-houses, how they smother, They light like Candles, how the rore still rises!

_Enter Captain._

_Cap._ Your Magazine's a fire Sir, help, help suddenly, The Castle too is in danger, in much danger, All will be lost, get the people presently, And all that are your Guard, and all help, all hands Sir, Your wealth, your strength, is burnt else, the Town perisht; The Castle now begins to flame.

_Gov._ My soul shakes.

_Cap._ A Merchants house next joyning? shame light on him, That ever such a neighbour, such a villain--

_Gov._ Raise all the Garrison, and bring 'em up.

_Enter other Citizens._

And beat the people forward--Oh I have lost all In one house, all my hopes: good worthy Citizens Follow me all, and all your powers give to me, I will reward you all. Oh cursed fortune-- The flame's more violent: arise still, help, help, Citizens, Freedom and wealth to him that helps: follow, oh follow. Fling wine, or any thing, I'll see't recompenc'd. Buckets, more Buckets; fire, fire, fire. [_Ex. omnes._

_Enter_ Armusia, _and his company_.

_Arm._ Let it flame on, a comely light it gives up To our discovery.

_Soz._ Heark, what a merry cry These hounds make! forward fairly, We are not seen in the mist, we are not noted. Away, Away. Now if we lose our fortune-- [_Exit._

_Enter Captain and Citizens._

_Cap._ Up Soldiers, up, and deal like men.

_Cit._ More water, more water, all is consum'd else.

_Cap._ All's gone, unless you undertake it straight, your Wealth too, that must preserve, and pay your labor bravely. Up, up, away. [_Ex. Cap. and Cit. Then,_

_Enter_ Armusia _and his company breaking open a Doore_.

_Ar._ So, thou art open, keep the way clear Behind still. Now for the place.

_Sold._ 'Tis here Sir.

_Ar._ Sure this is it. Force ope the doore--A miserable creature! Yet by his manly face-- [_The King discovered._

_Kin._ Why stare ye on me? You cannot put on faces to afright me: In death I am a King still, and contemne ye: Where is that Governor? Methinks his Man-hood Should be well pleas'd to see my Tragedy, And come to bath his stern eyes in my sorrows; I dare him to the sight, bring his scorns with him, And all his rugged threats: here's a throat, soldiers; Come, see who can strike deepest.

_Em._ Break the Chain there.

_Kin._ What does this mean?

_Ar._ Come, talke of no more Governors, He has other business, Sir, put your Legs forward, And gather up your courage like a Man, Wee'll carry off your head else: we are friends, And come to give your sorrows ease.

_Soz._ On bravely; Delayes may lose agen.

_Enter Guard._

_Ar._ The Guard.

_Soz._ Upon 'em.

_Ar._ Make speedy, and sure work.

_Em._ They flie.

_Ar._ Up with him, and to the Boat; stand fast, now be speedy; When this heat's past, wee'll sing our History. Away, like thoughts, sudden as desires, friends; Now sacred chance be ours.

_Soz._ Pray when we have done, Sir. [_Exeunt._

_Enter 3 or 4 Citizens severally._

_1._ What is the fire allaid?

_2._ 'Tis out, 'tis out, Or past the worst, I never did so stoutly I'll assure you neighbours since I was a Man: I have been burnt at both ends like a squib: I liv'd two hours in the' fire, 'twas a hideous matter; But when men of understanding come about it, Men that judge of things, my Wife gave me over, And took her leave a hundred times, I bore up still, And tost the Buckets Boys.

_3._ We are all meere Martins.

_1._ I heard a voice at latter end o'th hurry, Or else I dreamt I heard it, that said Treason.

_2._ 'Tis like enough, it might cry Murder too, for there was Many without a joint, but what's that to us: Let's home And fright our Wives, for we look like Devils.

_Enter 3 Women._

_3._ Here come some of 'em to fright us.

_1 W._ Mine's alive neighbor--oh sweet hony husband.

_2._ Thou liest, I think abominably, and thou hadst been In my place, thou wouldst have stunk at both ends. Get me some drink, give me whole Tuns of drink, Whole cisterns; for I have four dozen of fine firebrands In my belly, I have more smoke in my mouth, than would Blote a hundred Herrings.

_2 Wo._ Art thou come safe agen?

_3 Wo._ I pray you what became of my man, is he in a Well?

_2._ At hearts ease in a Well, is very well neighbor; We left him drinking of a new dozen of Buckets; Thy husbands happy, he was through roasted, And now he's basting of himself at all points: The Clark and he are cooling their pericraniums; Body [O] me neighbors there's fire in my Codpiece.

_1 Wo._ Bless my Husband.

_2._ Blow it out Wife--blow, blow, the gable end a'th' store-house.

_Women._ Some water, water, water.

_3._ Peace, 'tis but a sparkle;

Raise not the Town again, 'twill be a great hindrance, I'm glad 'tis out, and't had ta'en in my Hay-loft? What frights are [t]hese, marry heaven bless thy modicum.

_3 Wo._ But is a drown'd outright, pray put me out of Fear neighbor.

_2._ Thou wouldst have it so, but after a hundred fires More, he'll live to see thee burnt for brewing musty Liquor.

_1._ Come, let's go neighbor.

_2._ For I would very fain turn down this liquor; Come, come, I fry like a burnt mary-bone: Women get you afore, and draw upon us; Run wenches, run, and let your Taps run with ye; Run as the fire were in your tails, cry Ale, Ale.

_Wom._ Away, let's nourish the poor wretches.

_2._ We'll rallie up the rest of the burnt Regiment.

_Enter Governor, Captain, Soldier, and Guard._

_Gov._ The fire's quencht Captain, but the mischief hangs still; The King's redeem'd, and gone too; a trick, a dam'd one: Oh I am overtaken poorly, tamely.

_Cap._ Where were the guard that waited upon the prison?

_Sol._ Most of'em slain, yet some scap'd, Sir, and they deliver, They saw a little boat ready to receive him, And those redeem'd him, making such haste and fighting; Fighting beyond the force of men.

_Gov._ I am lost Captain, And all the world will laugh at this, and scorn me: Count me a heavy sleepy fool, a coward, A coward past recovery, a confirm'd coward, One without carriage, or common sense.

_Sol._ Hee's gon Sir, And put to Sea amaine, past our recovery, Not a Boat ready to pursue; if there were any, The people stand amazed so at their valor, And the sudden fright of fire, none knows to execute.

_Gov._ Oh, I could tear my limbs, and knock my boys brains 'Gainst every post I meet; fool'd with a fire?

_Cap._ It was a crafty trick.

_Gov._ No, I was lazy, Confident sluggish lazie, had I but met 'em And chang'd a dozen blowes, I had forgiv'n 'em, By both these hands held up, and by that brightness That gildes the world with light, by all our worships, The hidden ebbes and flowes of the blew Ocean, I will not rest; no mirth shall dwell upon me, Wine touch my mouth, nor any thing refresh me, Till I be wholly quit of this dishonor: Make ready my _Barrato's_ instantly, And what I shall intend--

_Cap._ We are your servants. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Quisara, Ruy Dyas.

_Quisar._ Never tell me, you never car'd to win me, Never for my sake to attempt a deed, Might draw me to a thought, you sought my favor: If not for love of me, for love of armes Sir, For that cause you profess, for love of honor, Of which you stile your self the mighty Master, You might have stept out nobly, and made an offer, As if you had intended something excellent, Put on a forward face.

_Ru._ Dear Lady hold me--

_Quisar._ I hold ye, as I find ye, a faint servant.

_Ru._ By ---- I dare doe--

_Quisar._ In a Ladies chamber I dare believe ye, there's no mortal danger: Give me the man that dares do, to deserve that: I thought you _Portugals_ had been rare wonders, Men of those haughty courages and credits, That all things were confin'd within your promises, The Lords of fate and fortune I believ'd ye, But well I see I am deceiv'd _Ruy Dias_, And blame, too late, my much beliefe.

_Ru. I_ am asham'd, Lady, I was so dull, so stupid to your offer: Now you have once more school'd me, I am right, And something shall be thought on suddenly, And put in Act as soon, some preparation--

_Quisar._ And give it out?

_Ru._ Yes, Lady, and so great too; In which, the noise of all my Countrey-men--

_Quisar._ Those will do well, for they are all approv'd ones, And though he be restor'd alive.

_Ru._ I have ye.

_Quisar._ For then we are both servants.

_Ru._ I conceive ye, Good Madam give me leave to turn my fancies.

_Quis._ Do, and make all things fit, and then I'll visit you. [_Ex._

_Ru._ My self, the Cozen, and the Garrison, The neighbors of the out-Isles of our Nation, _Syana's_ strength, for I can humor him: And proud _Bekamus_, I shall deceive his glory. [_A shout._ What ringing sound of joy is this? whence comes it? May be the Princes are in sport.

_Enter_ Pyniero, Christoph.

_Py._ Where are ye?

_Ru._ Now _Pyniero_, What's the haste you seek me?

_Py._ Doe you know this sign Sir?

_Ru._ Ha!

_Py._ Do you know this embleme: Your nose is boar'd.

_Ru._ Boar'd? What's that?

_Py._ Y'are topt Sir: The King's come home again, the King.

_Ru._ The Devil!

_Py._ Nay sure he came a Gods name home: He's return'd Sir.

_Christ._ And all this joy ye hear--

_Ru._ Who durst attempt him? The Princes are all here.

_Chry._ They are worthy Princes, They are special Princes, all they love by ounces. Believe it Sir, 'tis done, and done most bravely and easily. What fortune have ye lost Sir? What justice have ye now unto this Lady?

_Py._ How stands your claim? That ever Man should be fool'd so, When he should do and prosper; stand protesting, Kissing the hand, and farting for a favor, When he should be about his business sweating; She bid you go, and pickt you out a purpose, To make your self a fortune by, a Lady, a Lady, and a lusty one, A lovely, that now you may go look, she pointed ye, Knowing you were a man of worth and merit, And bid you fly, you have made a fair flight on't, You have caught a Goose.

_Ru._ How dare you thus molest me? [_A shout._ It cannot be.

_Chr._ Heark how the general joy rings!

_Py._ Have you your hearing left? Is not that drunk too? For if you had been sober, you had been wise sure.

_Ru._ Done? Who dares do?

_Py._ It seems an honest fellow, That has ended his Market before you be up.

_Chr._ The shame on't 's a stranger too.

_Py._ 'Tis no shame, He took her at her word, and tied the bargain, Dealt like a man indeed, stood not demurring, But clapt close to the cause, as he will do to the Lady: 'Is a fellow of that speed and handsomness, He will get her with child too, ere you shall come to know him, Is it not brave, a gentleman scarce landed, Scarce eating of the air here, not acquainted, No circumstance of love depending on him, Nor no command to shew him, must start forth, At the first sight to--

_Ru._ I am undone.

_Py._ Like an Oyster: She neither taking view, nor value of him, Unto such deeds as these--Pox o' these, These wise delayings-- They make men cowards. You are undone as a man would undoe an egge, A hundred shames about ye.

_Enter_ Quisara, Panura, _and Traine_.

_Quisar._ Can it be possible, A stranger that I have not known, not seen yet, A man I never grac'd; O Captain, Captain, What shall I do? I am betray'd by fortune, It cannot be, it must not be.

_Py._ It is Lady, And by my faith a hansome Gentleman; 'Tis his poor Schollers prize.

_Quisar._ Must I be given Unto a Man I never saw, ne're spoke with, I know not of what Nation?

_Py._ Is a Portugal, And of as good a pitch he will be giv'n to you Lady, For he's given much to hansome flesh.