Part 3

_Lam._ Or, but the paper where such a Cordial Potion, or Pills hath been entomb'd.

_Fran._ Or the best bladder where a cooling-glister.

_Mor._ Hast thou no searcloths left? Nor any old pultesses?

_Fran._ We care not to what it hath been ministred.

_Sur._ Sure I have none of these dainties Gentlemen.

_Fran._ Where's the great Wen Thou cut'st from _Hugh_ the saylers shoulder? That would serve now for a most Princely banquet.

_Sur._ I, if we had it Gentlemen. I flung it over-board, slave that I was.

_Lam._ A most unprovident villain.

_Sur._ If I had any thing that were but supple now! I could make Sallads of your shoos Gentlemen, And rare ones: any thing unctious.

_Mor._ I, and then we might fry the soals i'th' Sun. The soals would make a second dish.

_Lam._ Or, souce 'em in the salt-water, An inner soal well souc'd.

_En. Aminta._

_Fran._ Here comes the Woman; It may be she has meat, and may relieve us, Let's withdraw, and mark, and then be ready, She'll hide her store else, and so cozen us.

_Amin._ How weary, and how hungry am I, How feeble, and how faint is all my body! Mine eyes like spent Lamps glowing out, grow heavy, My sight forsaking me, and all my spirits, As if they heard my passing bell go for me, Pull in their powers, and give me up to destiny, Oh! for a little water: a little, little meat, A little to relieve me ere I perish: I had whole floods of tears awhile that nourisht me, But they are all consum'd for thee dear _Albert_; For thee they are spent, for thou art dead; Merciless fate has swallow'd thee. Oh----I grow heavy: sleep is a salve for misery; Heaven look on me, and either take my life, Or make me once more happy.

_Lam._ Shee's fast asleep already, Why should she have this blessing, and we wake still, Wake to our wants?

_Mor._ This thing hath been our overthrow, And all these biting mischiefs that fall on us Are come through her means.

_Fran._ True, we were bound ye all know, For happy places, and most fertile Islands, Where we had constant promises of all things, She turn'd the Captains mind, And must have him go in search, I know not of who, Nor to what end: of such a fool her brother, And such a coxcomb her kinsman, and we must put in every where, She has put us in now yfaith.

_Lam._ Why should we consume thus, and starve, Have nothing to relieve us; And she live there that bred all our miseries, Unrosted, or unsod?

_Mor._ I have read in stories.

_Lam._ Of such restoring meates, We have examples; Thousand examples, and allow'd for excellent; Women that have eate their Children, Men their slaves, nay their brothers: but these are nothing; Husbands devoured their Wives: (th[ey] are their Chattels,) And of a Schoolmaster, that in a time of famine, Powdered up all his Scholars.

_Mor._ Shee's young and tydie, In my conscience she'll eat delicately; Just like young Pork a little lean, Your opinion _Surgeon_.

_Sur._ I think she may be made good meat, But look we shall want Salt.

_Fran._ Tush, she needs no powdering.

_Sur._ I grant ye; But to suck out the humorous parts: by all means, Lets kill her in a chafe, she'll eat the sweeter.

_Lam._ Let's kill her any way: and kill her quickly, That we might be at our meat.

_Sur._ How if the Captain?

_Mor._ Talk not of him, he's dead, and the rest famish'd. Wake her _Surgeon_, and cut her throat, And then divide her, every Man his share.

_Fran._ She wakes her self.

_Amin._ Holy and good things keep me! What cruel dreams have I had! Who are these? O they are my friends; for heavens sake Gentlemen Give me some food to save my life: if ye have ought to spare; A little to relieve me: I may bless ye; For weak and wretched, ready to perish, Even now I die.

_Mor._ You'll save a labor then, You bred these miseries, and you shall pay for't; We have no meat, nor where to have we know not, Nor how to pull our selves from these afflictions, We are starv'd too, famisht, all our hopes deluded; Yet ere we die thus, wee'll have one dainty meal.

_Amin._ Shall I be with ye Gentlemen?

_Lam._ Yes mary shall ye: in our bellies Lady. We love you well--

_Amin._ What said you Sir?

_Lam._ Mary wee'll eat your Ladiship.

_Fran._ You that have buried us in this base Island, Wee'll bury ye in a more noble Monument.

_Sur._ Will ye say your prayers, that I may perform Lady? We are wondrous sharp set; come Gentlemen, Who are for the hinder parts?

_Mor._ I.

_Fran._ I.

_Lam._ And I.

_Sur._ Be patient; They will not fall to every Man's share.

_Amin._ O hear me; Hear me ye barbarous men.

_Mor._ Be short and pithy, Our stomachs cannot stay a long discourse.

_Sur._ And be not fearful, For I'll kill ye daintily.

_Amin._ Are ye not _Christians_?

_Lam._ Why, do not _Christians_ eat Women?

_Enter_ Tibalt, Master, Saylors.

_Amin._ Eat one another? 'tis most impious.

_Sur._ Come, come.

_Amin._ Oh, help, help, help.

_Tib._ The Ladies voice! stand off slaves, What do you intend villains? I have strength enough left me, if you abuse this soul, To--

_Ma._ They would have ravisht her upon my life, Speak, how was it Lady?

_Amin._ Forgive 'em, 'twas their hungers.

_Tib._ Ha, their hungers!

_Ma._ They would have eaten her.

_Tib._ O dam'd villains; speak, Is it true?

_Sur._ I confess an appetite.

_Tib._ An appetite, I'll fit ye for an appetite. Are ye so sharp set, that her flesh must serve you? Murther's a main good service with your Worships; Since ye would be such Devils, Why did you not begin with one another handsomly, And spare the Woman to beget more food on?

_Amin._ Good Sir.

_Tib._ You shall grow mummy rascals; I'll make you fall to your brawns, and your buttocks, And worry one another like keen bandogs.

_Amin._ Good Sir be merciful.

_Tib._ You shall know what 'tis to be damn'd, Canibals.

_Amin._ O my best friend!

_Enter_ Albert.

_Al._ Alas poor heart! here, Here's some meat and sovereign drink to ease you, Sit down gentle Sweet.

_Amin._ I am blest to see you.

_Tib._ Stir not within forty foot of this food, If you do dogs!

_All._ Oh, Captain, Captain, Captain.

_Alb._ Ye shall have meat all of you.

_Tib._ Captain, hear me first: hark, 'Tis so inhumane! I would not ha the air corrupted with it.

_Alb._ O barbarous men! sit down _Du-pont_, Good Master, and honest Saylors.

_Tib._ But stand you off, And waite upon our charity; I'll wait on you else; And touch nothing but what's flung ye; as if you were dogs; If you do, I'll cut your fingers; friends, I'll spoil your carving.

_Amin._ There wretches, there.

_Tib._ Eat your meat handsomely now, And give Heaven thanks.

_Alb._ There's more bread.

_Tib._ See, they snarle like dogs; Eat quietly you Rascals, eat quietly.

_Alb._ There is drink too.

_Tib._ Come, come, I'll fill you each your cups, Ye shall not surfet.

_Amin._ And what have you discover'd?

_Alb._ Sweet, a paradise, A paradise inhabited with Angels, Such as you are: their pitties make 'm Angels, They gave me these viands, and supply'd me With these pretious drinks.

_Amin._ Shall not we see 'em?

_Alb._ Yes, they will see you Out of their charities, having heard our story, They will come, and comfort us, come presently; We shall no more know wants nor miseries.

_Amin._ Are they all women?

_Alb._ All, and all in love with us.

_Amin._ How!

_Alb._ Do not mistake: in love with our misfortunes, They will cherish and relieve our men.

_Tib._ Do you shrug now, And pull up your noses? you smell comfort, See they stretch out their Legs like Dottrels, Each like a new Saint _Dennis_.

_Alb._ Dear Mistris, When you would name me, and the women hear, Call me your brother, you I'll call my sister, And pray observe this all-- Why do you change color sweet.

_Amin._ Eating too much meat.

_Alb._ Sawc't with jealousie; Fie, fie, dear saint, yfaith ye are too blame, Are ye not here? here fixt in my heart?

_All._ Hark, hark;

_Enter_ Rosella, Clarinda, Crocale, Hipollitta, Juletta.

_Alb._ They are come, stand ready, and look nobly, And with all humble reverence receive 'em, Our lives depend upon their gentle pitties, And death waits on their anger.

_Mor._ Sure they are _Fairies_.

_Tib._ Be they Devils: Devils of flesh and blood; After so long a _Lent_, and tedious voyage, To me they are Angels.

_Fran._ O for some _Eringoes_!

_Lam. Potatoes_, or _Cantharides_.

_Tib._ Peace you Rogues, that buy abilities of your 'pothecaries, Had I but took the diet of green Cheese, And Onions for a month, I could do wonders.

_Ros._ Are these the Jewels you run mad for? What can you see in one of these, To whom you would vouchsafe a gentle touch? Can nothing perswade you To love your selves, and place your happiness In cold and chast embraces of each other.

_Ju._ This is from the purpose.

_Hip._ We had your grant to have them as they were.

_Cla._ 'Tis a beauteous Creature, And to my self, I do appear deform'd, When I consider her, and yet she is The strangers sister; Why then should I fear? She cannot prove my rival.

_Ros._ When you repent, That you refus'd my counsel, may it add To your afflictions, that you were forward; Yet leap'd into the Gulfe of your misfortunes, But have your wishes.

_Mast._ Now she makes to us.

_Amin._ I am instructed, but take heed _Albert_, You prove not false.

_Alb._ Ye are your own assurance, And so acquainted with your own perfections, That weak doubts cannot reach you; therefore fear not.

_Ros._ That you are poor and miserable men, My eyes inform me: that without our succors, Hope cannot flatter you to dream of safety; The present plight you are in, can resolve you That to be merciful, is to draw near The Heavenly essence: whether you will be Thankful, I do not question; nor demand What country bred you, what names, what maners; To us it is sufficient we relieve Such as have shapes of men: and I command you, As we are not ambitious to know Farther of you, that on pain of death You presume not to enquire what we are, Or whence deriv'd.

_Alb._ In all things we obey you, And thankfully we ever shall confess Our selves your creatures.

_Ros._ You speak as becomes you; First then, and willingly, deliver up Those weapons we could force from you.

_Alb._ We lay 'em down Most gladly at your feet.

_Tib._ I have had many a combat with a tall wench; But never was disarm'd before.

_Ros._ And now hear comfort, Your wants shall be supply'd, and though it be A debt women may challenge to be sued to, Especially from such they may command; We give up to you that power, and therefore Freely each make his choice.

_Fran._ Then here I fix.

_Mor._ Nay, she is mine: I eyed her first.

_Lam._ This mine.

_Tib._ Stay good rascals; You are too forward, sir Gallant, You are not giving order to a Taylor For the fashion of a new suit; Nor are you in your warehouse, master Merchant, Stand back, and give your betters leave: your betters; And grumble not: if ye do, as I love meat I will so swinge the salt itch out on you. Captain, Master, and the rest of us, That are brothers, and good fellows: we have been Too late by the ears: and yet smart for our follies; To end therefore all future emulation: if you please, To trust to my election, you shall say, I am not partial to my self; I doubt not Give content to all.

_All._ Agreed, agreed.

_Tib._ Then but observe, how learned and discreetly, I will proceed, and as a skilful Doctor In all the quirks belonging to the game; Read over your complexions: for you Captain Being first in place, and therefore first to be serv'd, I give my judgment thus, for your aspect, Y'are much inclin'd to melancholy: and that tells me, The sullen _Saturne_ had predominance At your nativity, a malignant Planet, And if not qualified by a sweet conjunction Of a soft and ruddy wench, born under _Venus_, It may prove fatal: therefore to your armes, I give this rose-cheekt Virgin.

_Cla._ To my wish; Till now I never was happy.

_Amin._ Nor I accurs'd.

_Tib._ Master, you are old; Yet love the game, that I perceive too, And if not well spurr'd up, you may prove rusty; Therefore to help ye here's a _Bradamanta_, Or I am cosen'd in my calculation.

_Cro._ A poor old man alloted to my share.

_Ti._ Thou wouldst have two; Nay, I think twenty: but fear not wench, Though he be old he's tough: look on's making, Hee'll not fail I warrant thee.

_Ros._ A merry fellow, And were not man a creature I detest, I could indure his company.

_Ti._ Here's a fair heard of Does before me, And now for a barren one: For, though I like the sport: I do not love To Father children: like the _Grand Signior_, Thus I walk in my _Seraglio_, And view 'em as I pass: then draw I forth My handkercher, and having made my choice, I thus bestow it.

_Ros._ On me.

_Ti._ On you: now my choice is made; To it you hungry Rascals.

_Alb._ Excellent.

_Amin._ As I love goodness, It makes me smile i'th' height of all my fears.

_Cla._ What a strong contention you may behold Between my Mothers mirth and anger.

_Tib._ Nay, no coyness: be Mistriss of your word, I must, and will enjoy you.

_Ros._ Be advis'd fool: alas I am old; How canst thou hope content from one that's fifty.

_Ti._ Never talk on't; I have known good ones at threescore and upwards; Besides the weathers hot: and men That have experience, fear Fevers: A temperate diet is the onely Physick, Your _Julips_, nor _Guajacum prunello_'s, _Camphire_ pills, nor _Goord-water_, Come not near your old Woman; Youthful stomachs are still craving, Though there be nothing left to stop their mouths with; And believe me I am no frequent giver of those bounties: Laugh on: laugh on: good Gentlemen do, I shall make holiday and sleep, when you Dig in the mines till your hearts ake.

_Ros._ A mad fellow; [Well,] Sir, I'll give you hearing: and as I like Your wooing, and discourse: but I must tell ye Sir, That rich Widows look for great sums in present, Or assurances of ample Joynters.

_Ti._ That to me is easie, For instantly I'll do it, hear me comrades.

_Alb._ What say'st thou _Tibalt_?

_Tib._ Why, that to woo a Wench with empty hands Is no good Heraldry, therefore let's to the gold, And share it equally: 'twill speak for us More than a thousand complements or cringes, Ditties stolen from _Petrarch_, or Discourse from _Ovid_, Besides, 'twill beget us respect, And if ever fortune friend us with a Barque, Largely supply us with all provision.

_Alb._ Well advis'd, defer it not.

_Ti._ Are ye all contented.

_All._ We are!

_Ti._ Lets away then, Strait wee'll return, [_Exit._ And you shall see our riches.

_Ros._ Since I knew what wonder and amazement was, I nee'r was so transported.

_Cla._ Why weep ye gentle Maid? There is no danger here to such as you; Banish fear: for with us I dare promise, You shall meet all courteous entertainment.

_Cro._ We esteem our selves most happy in you.

_Hip._ And bless fortune that brought you hither.

_Cla._ Hark in your ear; I love you as a friend already, Ere long you shall call me by a nearer name, I wish your brother well: I know you apprehend me.

_Amin._ I, to my grief I do; Alas good Ladies, there is nothing left me, But thanks, to pay ye with.

_Clar._ That's more, Than yet you stand ingag'd for.

_Enter_ Albert, Tibalt, _and the rest with treasure_.

_Ros._ So soon return'd!

_Alb._ Here: see the Idol of the Lapidary.

_Ti._ These Pearls, for which the slavish _Negro_ Dives to the bottom of the Sea.

_Lam._ To get which the industrious Merchant Touches at either pole.

_Fran._ The never-fayling purchase Of Lordships, and of honors.

_Mor._ The Worlds Mistriss, That can give every thing to the possessors.

_Ma._ For which the Saylors scorn tempestuous Winds. And spit defiance in the Sea.

_Ti._ Speak Lady: Look we not lovely now?

_Ros._ Yes, yes, O my Stars, Be now for ever blest, that have brought To my revenge these Robbers; take your arrowes, And nayl these Monsters to the earth.

_Alb._ What mean ye Lady? In what have we offended?

_Ros._ O my daughter! And you companions with me in all fortunes, Look on these Caskets, and these Jewels, These were our own, when first we put to Sea With good _Sebastian_: and these the Pyrats That not alone depriv'd him of this treasure, But also took his life.

_Cro._ Part of my present I will remember was mine own.

_Hip._ And these were mine.

_Ju._ Sure, I have worn this Jewel.

_Ros._ Wherefore do ye stay then, And not perform my command?

_Al._ O Heaven! What cruel fate pursues us.

_Ti._ I am well enough serv'd, That must be off'ring Joyntures, Jewels, And precious stones, more than I brought with me.

_Ros._ Why shoot ye not?

_Cla._ Hear me dear Mother; And when the greatest cruelty, is Justice, Do not shew mercy: death to these starv'd wretches Is a reward, not punishment: let 'em live To undergoe the full weight of your displeasure. And that they may have sence to feel the torments They have deserv'd: allow 'em some small pittance, To linger out their tortures.

_Ros._ 'Tis well counsell'd.

_All._ And wee'll follow it.

_Alb._ Hear us speak.

_Ros._ Peace dogs. Bind 'em fast: when fury hath given way to reason, I will determine of their sufferings, Which shall be horrid. Vengeance, though slow pac'd, At length o'rtakes the guilty; and the wrath Of the incensed powers, will fall most sure On wicked men, when they are most secure. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Raymond, Sebastian, Nicusa, Saylors.

_1 Sayl._ Here's nothing, Sir, but poverty and hunger; No promise of inhabitance; neither track of Beast, Nor foot of Man: we have searcht All this Rocky desart, yet cannot discover any assurance Here is, or hath been such men.

_2 Sayl._ Not a relique of any thing they wore; Nor mark left by 'em, either to find relief, Or to warn others from the like misfortune. Believe it, these fellows are both false, And, to get a little succor in their misery, Have fram'd this cunning Tale.

_Ray._ The Ship, I know, is _French_, and own'd by Pirats, If not by _Albert_ my arch enemy. You told me too there was a woman with 'em. A young and handsome Woman.

_Sebast._ There was so Sir.

_Raym._ And such, and such young gallants.

_Nic._ We told you true, Sir, That they had no means to quit this Island.

_Raym._ And that amidst their mutiny to save your lives, You got their Ship.

_Sebast._ All is most certain, Sir.

_Raym._ Where are they then? Where are these Men Or Woman? we are landed where your faiths Did assure us, we could not miss their sights. For this news we took ye to our mercy, Reliev'd ye, when the furious Sea, and Famine Strove, which should first devour ye; Cloath'd, and cherisht ye; us'd ye as those ye say ye are. Fair Gentlemen, now keep your words, And shew us this company, your own free pitties spoke of; These men ye left in misery; the Woman. Men of those noble breedings you pretend to Should scorn to lie, or get their food with falshood; Come, direct us.

_Sebast._ Alass, Sir, they are gone, But by what means, or providence, we know not.

_2 Sayl._ Was not the Captain A fellow of a fiery, yet brave nature, A middle stature, and of brown complexion?

_Nic._ He was, Sir.

_Raym._ 'Twas _Albert_, And my poor wretched sister.

_1 Sayl._ 'Twas he certain, I ha been at Sea with him; many times at Sea.

_Raym._ Come, shew us these Men; Shew us presently, and do not dally with us.

_Seb._ We left 'em here; What should we say, Sir? Here, in this place.

_2 Sayl._ The earth cannot swallow 'em; They have no wings, they cannot fly sure.

_Raym._ You told us too Of heaps of treasure, and of sums conceal'd, That set their heart[s] a fire; we see no such thing, No such sign; What can ye say to purge ye? What have ye done with these men?

_Nic._ We, Sir?

_Raym._ You Sir; For certain I believe ye saw such people.

_Sebast._ By all that's good, By all that's pure and honest, By all that's holy.

_Raym._ I dare not credit ye, Ye have so abus'd my hope, that now I hate ye.

_1 Sayl._ Let's put 'em in their ragged clothes again Captain, For certain they are knaves, lets e'en deliver 'em To their old fruitful Farm; here let 'em walk the Island.

_Sebast._ If ye do so, we shall curse your mercies.

_Nic._ Rather put us to Sea again.

_Raym._ Not so. Yet this I'll do, because ye say ye are _Christians_, Though I hardly credit it: bring in the boat, And all aboard again, but these two wretches; Yet leave 'em four dayes meat. If in that time, (For I will search all nookes of this strange Island) I can discover any tract of these men, Alive or dead, I'll bear ye off, and honor ye; If not, ye have found your Graves; so farewell. [_Exit._

_Nic._ That goodness dwells above, and knows us innocent, Comfort our lives, and at his pleasure quit us.

_Sebast._ Come Cousin, come; old time will end our story: But no time (if we end well) ends our glory. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Rosella, Clarinda, Crocale, Hippolita, Juletta.

_Ros._ Use 'em with all the austerity that may be, They are our slaves; turn all those pitties, Those tender reluctations that should become your sex, To stern anger; and when ye look upon 'em, Look with those eyes that wept those bitter sorrows, Those cruelties ye suffer'd by their Rapines. Some five dayes hence that blessed hour comes Most happy to me, that knit this hand to my dear husbands, And both our hearts in mutual bands. That hour Ladies.

_Cla._ What of that hour?

_Ros._ Why, on that hour daughter, And in the height of all our celebrations, Our dear remembrances of that dear Man, And those that suffer'd with him, our fair kinsmen, Their lives shall fall a sacrifice to vengeance, Their lives that ruin'd his; 'tis a full justice. I will look glorious in their bloods; And the most Noble spirit of _Sebastian_, That perisht by the pride of these _French_ Pirates, Shall smile in Heaven, and bless the hand that kill'd 'em. Look strictly all unto your prisoners; For he that makes a scape beyond my vengeance, Or entertains a hope by your fair usage; Take heed, I say, she that deceives my trust, Again take heed: her life, and that's but light neither; Her life in all the tortures my spirit can put on.

_All._ We shall be careful.

_Ros._ Do so. [_Ex. Rossella._

_Cla._ You are angry Mother, and ye are old too, Forgetting what men are: but we shall temper ye. How fare your prisoners, Ladies? in what formes Do they appear in their afflictions?

_Jul._ Mine fare but poorly; For so I am commanded: 'tis none of their fault.

_Cla._ Of what sort are they?