Part 4

_Jul._ They say they are Gentlemen. But they shew Mungrels.

_Cla._ How do they suffer?

_Jul._ Faith like boyes; They are fearful in all fortunes; when I smile They kneel, and beg to have that face continued; And like poor slaves, adore the ground I go on. When I frown, they hang their most dejected heads, Like fearful sheephounds; shew 'em a crust of bread They'll Saint me presently, and skip like Apes For a sup of Wine. I'll whip 'em like hackneys, Saddle 'em, ride 'em, do what I will with 'em.

_Cla._ Tush, these are poor things. Have they names like _Christians_?

_Jul._ Very fair names: _Franvile_, _Lamure_, and _Morillat_; And brag of great kindreds too. They offer very handsomely, But that I am a fool, and dare not venture. They are sound too o'my conscience, Or very near upon't.

_Cla._ Fy, away fool.

_Jul._ They tell me, If they might be brought before you, They would reveale things of strange consequence.

_Cla._ Their base poor fears.

_Jul._ I, that makes me hate 'em too; For if they were but manly to their sufferance, Sure I should strain a point or two.

_Cla._ An hour hence I'll take a view of e'm, And hear their business. Are your Men thus too?

_Cro._ Mine? No, gentle Madam, mine were not cast In such base molds; afflictions, tortures, Are names and natures of delight, to my men; All sorts of cruelties they meet like pleasures. I have but two; the one they call _Du-pont_, _Tibalt Du-pont_; the other the Ship-master.

_Cla._ Have they not lives, and fears?

_Cro._ Lives they have Madam; But those lives never linkt to such companions As fears or doubts.

_Cla._ Use 'em Nobly; And where you find fit subjects for your pitties Let it become ye to be courteous; My Mother will not alwayes be thus rigorous.

_Hip._ Mine are Saylors Madam, But they sleep soundly, and seldom trouble me, unless it be when They dream sometimes of fights and tempests; Then they rore and whistle for Cans of Wine, And down they fling me; and in that rage, (For they are violent fellows) they play such reaks. If they have meat, they thank me; If none, they heartily desire to be hang'd quickly. And this is all they care.

_Cla._ Look to 'em diligently; and where your pitties tells ye They may deserve, give comfort.

_All._ We will. [_Exit._

_Cla._ Come hither, be not frighted;

_Enter_ Aminta.

Think not ye steal this liberty, for we give it, Your tender innocence assures me, Virgin, Ye had no share in those wrongs these men did us; I find ye are not hardned in such mischiefs. Your brother was mis-led sure, Foully mis-led.

_Amin._ How much I fear these pities!

_Cla._ Certain he was, so much I pity him; And for your sake, whose eyes plead for him; Nay, for his own sake.

_Amin._ Ha!

_Cla._ For I see about him Women have subtill eyes, and look narrowly; Or I am much abus'd: many fair promises; Nay beyond those, [too] many shadowed virtues.

_Amin._ I think he is good.

_Cla._ I assure my self he will be; And out of that assurance take this comfort, For I perceive your fear hath much dejected ye. I love your brother.

_Amin._ Madam.

_Cla._ Nay, do not take it for a dreamt of favor, That comforts in the sleep, and awake vanishes; Indeed I love him.

_Amin._ Do ye indeed?

_Cla._ You doubt still, because ye fear his safety; Indeed he is the sweetest man I ere saw; I think the best. Ye may hear without blushes, And give me thanks, if ye please, for my curtesie.

_Amin._ Madam, I ever must; Yet witness Heaven, they are hard pull'd from me. Believe me, Madam, so many imperfections I could find, (Forgive me Grace for lying) and such wants, ('Tis to an honest use) such poverties, Both in his main proportion, and his mind too; There are a hundred handsomer; (I lie leudly) Your noble usage, Madam, hath so bound me to ye, That I must tell ye.

_Cla._ Come, tell your worst.

_Amin._ He is no husband for ye. I think ye mean in that fair way.

_Cla._ Ye have hit it.

_Amin._ I am sure ye have hit my heart. You will find him dangerous, Madam; As fickle as the flying ayr, proud, jealous, Soon glutted in your sweets, and soon forgetful; I could say more, and tell ye I have a brother, Another brother, that so far excells this, Both in the ornaments of Man, and making.

_Cla._ If you were not his sister, I should doubt ye mainly; Doubt ye for his love, ye deal so cunningly. Do not abuse me, I have trusted ye with more than life, With my first love; be careful of me.

_Amin._ In what use, Madam?

_Cla._ In this Lady, Speak to him for me, you have power upon him; Tell him I love him, tell him I dote on him: It will become your tongue.

_Amin._ Become my grave. O fortune, O cursed fortune!

_Cla._ Tell him his liberty, And all those with him; all our wealth and Jewels. Good sister, for I'll call ye so.

_Amin._ I shall Lady, Even die, I hope.

_Cla._ Here's Meat and Wine, pray take it, And there he lies; give him what liberty you please; But still conceal'd. What pleasure you shall please, Sister. He shall ne'er want again. Nay, see an you'l take it; Why do you study thus?

_Amin._ To avoid mischiefs, if they should happen.

_Cla._ Goe, and be happy for me.

_Amin._ O blind fortune; Yet happy thus far, I shall live to see him, In what strange desolation lives he here now? Sure this Curtain will reveale.

_Enter_ Albert.

_Alb._ Who's that? ha! Some gentle hand, I hope, to bring me comfort. Or if it be my death, 'tis sweetly shadowed.

_Amin._ Have ye forgot me, Sir?

_Alb._ My _Aminta_?

_Amin._ She Sir, That walks here up and down an empty shadow, One, that for some few hours But wanders here, carrying her own sad Coffin, Seeking some Desart place to lodge her griefs in.

_Alb._ Sweet sorrow welcome, welcome noble grief; How got you this fair liberty to see me? For sorrows in your shape are strangers to me.

_Amin._ I come to counsel ye.

_Alb._ Ye are still more welcome; For good friends in afflictions give good Councels. Pray then proceed.

_Amin._ Pray eat first, ye shew faint; Here's Wine to refresh ye too.

_Alb._ I thank ye dear.

_Amin._ Drink again.

_Alb._ Here's to our loves. How, turn and weep! Pray pledge it: this happiness we have yet left, Our hearts are free. Not pledge it? Why? And though beneath the Axe this health were holy, Why do ye weep thus?

_Amin._ I come to woo ye.

_Alb._ To woo me Sweet? I am woo'd and won already, You know I am yours. This pretty way becomes ye. But you would deceive my sorrows; that's your intent.

_Amin._ I would I could, I should not weep, but smile. Do ye like your Meat and Wine?

_Alb._ Like it?

_Amin._ Do you like your liberty?

_Alb._ All these I well may like.

_Amin._ Then pray like her that sent 'em. Do ye like wealth, and most unequal'd beauty?

_Alb._ Peace, indeed you'l make me angry.

_Amin._ Would I were dead that ask it, Then ye might freely like, and I forgive ye.

_Alb._ What like, and who? add not more misery To a man that's fruitful in afflictions. Who is't you would have me like? Who sent these comforts?

_Amin._ I must tell.

_Alb._ Be bold.

_Amin._ But be you temperate. If you be bold I die. The young fair Virgin; (Sorrow hath made me old.) O hearken, And wisely hark, the Governess daughter: That Star that strikes this Island full of wonder, That blooming sweetness.

_Alb._ What of her?

_Amin._ She sent it: and with it, It must be out, she dotes on ye, And must enjoy ye: else no joy must find ye.

_Alb._ And have you the patience to deliver this?

_Amin._ A sister may say much, and modestly.

_Alb._ A sister?

_Amin._ Yes, that name undid ye; Undid us both: had ye nam'd Wife, she had fear'd ye; And fear'd the sin she follow'd; She had shun'd, yea Her Virgin modesty had not touch'd at ye. But thinking you were free, hath kindled a fire, I fear will hardly be extinguisht.

_Alb._ Indeed I played the fool.

_Amin._ O my best Sir, take heed, Take heed of lies. Truth, though it trouble some minds, Some wicked minds, that are both dark and dangerous: Yet it preserves it self, comes off pure, innocent, And like the Sun, though never so eclips'd, Must break in glory. O Sir, lie no more.

_Alb._ Ye have read me a fair Lecture, And put a spell upon my tongue for fayning. But how will you counsel now?

_Amin._ Ye must study to forget me.

_Alb._ How?

_Amin._ Be patient. Be wise and patient, it conce[r]ns ye highly. Can ye lay by our loves? But why should I doubt it? Ye are a man, and man may shift affections, 'Tis held no sin. To come to the point, Ye must lose me; many and mighty reasons.

_Alb._ Hear me _Aminta_, Have you a man that loves you too, that feeds ye, That sends ye liberty? Has this great Governess A noble son too, young, and apt to catch ye? Am I, because I am in bonds, and miserable, My health decay'd, my youth and strength half blasted, My fortune like my waining self, for this despis'd? Am I for this forsaken? a new love chosen, And my affections, like my fortunes, wanderers? Take heed of lying, you that chid me for it; And shew'd how deep a sin it was, and dangerous. Take heed, your self, you swore you lov'd me dearly; No few, nor little oathes you swore _Aminta_, Those seal'd with no small faith, I then assur'd my self. O seek no new wayes to cozen truth.

_Amin._ I do not. By love it self I love thee, And ever must, nor can all deaths dissolve it.

_Alb._ Why do you urge me thus then?

_Amin._ For your safety, To preserve your life.

_Alb._ My life, I do confess, is hers, She gives it, And let her take it back, I yield it. My loves intirely thine, none shall touch at it; None, my _Aminta_, none.

_Amin._ Ye have made me happy, And now I know ye are mine. Fortune, I scorn thee. Goe to your rest, and I'll sit by ye; Whilst I have time I'll be your mate, and comfort ye, For only I am trusted: you shall want nothing, Not a liberty that I can steal ye.

_Alb._ May we not celebrate our loves _Aminta_? And where our wishes cannot meet.

_Amin._ You are wanton, But with cold kisses I'll allay that fever; Look for no more, and that in private too. Believe me, I shall blush else. But, let's consider, we are both lost else.

_Alb._ Let's in, and prevent fate. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Crocale, Juletta, Tibalt, Master.

_Tib._ You do well to ayr us, Ladies, we shall be musty else. What are your wise wills now?

_Cro._ You are very crank still.

_Tib._ As crank as a holy Fryer, fed with hail-stones. But do ye bring us out to bait, like Bulls?

_Mast._ Or are you weary of the charge ye are at? Turn us abroad again, let's jog Ladies; We are gross, and course, unfit for your sweet pleasures.

_Tib._ Knock off our shooes, and turn's to grass.

_Cro._ You are determined Still to be stubborn then: it well becomes ye.

_Tib._ An humour Lady that contents a prisoner. A sullen fit sometimes serves for a second course.

_Jul._ Ye may as well be kind, And gain our favours; gain meat and drink, And lodging to rest your bones.

_Tib._ My bones have bore me thus long, And had their share of pains and recreations; If they fail now, they are no fair companions.

_Cro._ Are ye thus harsh to all our Sex?

_Mast._ We cannot be merry without a Fidler, Pray strike up your Tabors, Ladies.

_Cro._ The fools despise us.

_Jul._ We know ye are very hungry now.

_Tib._ Yes 'tis very wholsom, Ladies; For we that have gross bodies, must be careful Have ye no piercing air to stir our stomachs? We are beholding to ye for our Ordinary.

_Jul._ Why slaves, 'tis in our power to hang ye.

_Mast._ Very likely. 'Tis in our powers then to be hang'd, and scorn ye. Hanging's as sweet to us, as dreaming to you.

_Cro._ Come, be more courteous.

_Jul._ Do, and then ye shall be pleas'd, and have all necessaries.

_Tib._ Give me some Ratsbane then.

_Cro._ And why Ratsbane, Mounsieur?

_Tib._ We live like vermine here, and eat up your cheese, Your mouldy cheese, that none but Rats would bite at; Therefore 'tis just that Ratsbane should reward us. We are unprofitable, and our Ploughs are broken; There is no hope of Harvest this year, Ladies.

_Jul._ Ye shall have all content.

_Mast._ I, and we'll serve your uses. I had rather serve hogs, there's more delight in't; Your greedy appetites are never satisfied; Just like hungry Camels, sleeping or waking You chew the cud still.

_Cro._ By this hand we'll starve ye.

_Mast._ 'Tis a noble courtesie. I had as lief ye should famish me, as founder me: To be jaded to death, is only fit for a hackney. Here be certain Tarts of Tarr about me, And parcels of potargo in my Jerkin, As long as these last.

_Jul._ Which will not last ever.

_Tib._ Then we'll eat one another like good fellows. A shoulder of his for a haunch of mine.

_Jul._ 'Tis excellent.

_Tib._ 'Twill be as we'll dress it Ladies.

_Cro._ Why sure ye are not men?

_Mast._ Ye had best come search us, A Seaman is seldom without a salt Eele.

_Tib._ I am bad enough, And in my nature a notorious wencher; And yet ye make me blush at your immodesty. Tell me good Master, didst ever see such things?

_Mast._ I could like 'em, though they were lewdly given, If they could say no; [but fie on 'em, They gape like Oysters.]

_Tib._ Well, ye may hang, or starve us; But your commanding impudence shall never fear us. Had ye by blushing signs, soft cunings, crept into us, And shew'd us your necessities: we had met your purposes, Supply'd your wants. We are no Saints Ladies; I love a good wench, as I love my life, And with my life I will maintain my love: But such a sordid impudence I'll spit at. Let's to our dens again. Come noble Master. You know our minds, Ladies: This is the faith in which we'll die. [_Exit_ Tib. _and Mast_.

_Cro._ I do admire 'em.

_Jul._ They are noble fellows, And they shall not want, for this.

_Cro._ But see, _Clarinda_ comes. Farewel, I'll to my charge.

_Enter_ Clarinda.

_Cla._ Bring out those prisoners now, And let me see 'em, and hear their business.

_Jul._ I will, Madam. [_Exit._

_Cla._ I hope she hath prevail'd upon her brother. She has a sweet tongue, and can describe the happiness My love is ready to fling on him. And sure he must be glad, [and certain] wonder, And bless the hour that brought him to this Island. I long to hear the full joy that he labours with.

_Enter_ Juletta, Morillat, Franvile, Lamure.

_Mor._ Bless thy Divine Beauty.

_Fran._ Mirror of sweetness.

_Lam._ Ever-springing brightness.

_Cla._ Nay, Stand up Gentlemen, and leave your flatteries.

_Mor._ She calls us Gentlemen, sure we shall have some meat now.

_Cla._ I am a mortal creature, Worship Heaven, and give these attributes To their Divinities. Methinks ye look but thin.

_Mor._ Oh we are starv'd, immortal beauty.

_Lam._ We are all poor starv'd knaves.

_Fran._ Neither liberty nor meat, Lady.

_Mor._ We were handsome men, and Gentlemen, and sweet men, And were once gracious in the eyes of beauties, But now we look like Rogues; Like poor starv'd rogues.

_Cla._ What would ye do if ye were to die now?

_Fran._ Alas, we were prepar'd. If you will hang us, Let's have a good meal or two to die with, To put's in heart.

_Mor._ Or if you'll drown us, Let's be drunk first, that we may die merrily, And bless the founders.

_Cla._ Ye shall not die so hastily. What dare ye do to deserve my favour?

_Lam._ Put us to any service.

_Fran._ Any bondage, Let's but live.

_Mar._ We'll get a world of children, For we know ye are hainously unprovided that way; And ye shall beat us when we offend ye; Beat us abundantly, and take our meat from us.

_Cla._ These are weak abject things, that shew ye poor ones. What's the great service ye so oft have threatned, If ye might see me, and win my favour?

_Jul._ That business of discovery.

_Mor._ Oh, I'll tell ye Lady.

_Lam._ And so will I.

_Fran._ And I, Pray let me speak first.

_Mor._ Good, no confusion. We are before a Lady that knows manners; And by the next meat I shall eat, 'tis certain, This little Gentlewoman that was taken with us.

_Cla._ Your Captains Sister, she you mean.

_Mor._ I, I, she's the business that we would open to ye. You are cousened in her.

_Lam._ { How, what is't you would open? _Fran._ { She is no Sister.

_Mor._ Good Sirs how quick you are. She is no Sister, Madam.

_Fran._ She is his.

_Mor._ Peace I say.

_Cla._ What is she?

_Mor._ Faith, sweet Lady, She is, as a man would say, his.

_Cla._ What?

_Lam._ His Mistriss.

_Mor._ Or, as some new Translators read, his.

_Cla._ Oh me!

_Mor._ And why he should delude you thus, Unless he meant some villany? these ten weeks He has had her at Sea, for his own proper appetite.

_Lam._ His Cabin-mate I'll assure ye.

_Cla._ No Sister, say ye?

_Mor._ No more than I am brother to your beauty. I know not why he should juggle thus.

_Cla._ Do not lie to me.

_Mor._ If ye find me lie, Lady, hang me empty.

_Cla._ How am I fool'd! Away with 'em _Juletta_, and feed 'em But hark ye, with such food as they have given me. New misery!

_Fran._ Nor meat nor thanks for all this. [_Exit._

_Cla._ Make 'em more wretched. Oh I could burst! curse and kill now, Kill any thing I meet, _Juletta_, follow me, And call the rest along.

_Jul._ We follow, Madam. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Albert _and_ Aminta.

_Amint._ I must be gone now, else she may suspect me; How shall I answer her?

_Alb._ Tell her directly.

_Amint._ That were too suddain, too improvident; Fires of this nature must be put out cunningly, They'll waste all come near 'em else. Farewel once more.

_Alb._ Farewel, And keep my love entire. Nay, kiss me once again, me thinks we should not part.

_Amint._ Oh be wise, Sir.

_Alb._ Nay, one kiss more.

_Amin._ Indeed you're wanton; We may be taken too.

_Enter_ Clarinda, Juletta, Crocale, Hippolita.

_Cla._ Out thou base woman. [By Heaven] I'll shoot 'em both.

_Cro._ Nay stay, brave Lady, hold; A suddain death cuts off a Nobler vengeance.

_Cla._ Am I made Bawd to your lascivious meetings? Are ye grown so wise in sin? Shut up that villa[ine]: and sirrah, Now expect my utmost anger. Let him there starve.

_Alb._ I mock at your mischiefs. [_Exit._

_Cla._ Tie that false witch unto that Tree, There let that savage beasts Gnaw off her sweetness, and Snakes Embrace her beauties; tie her, and watch That none relieve her.

_Hip._ We could wish ye better fortune, Lady, But dare not help ye.

_Amin._ Be your own friends, I thank ye. Now only my last audit, and my greatest, Oh Heaven, be kind unto me, And if it be thy Will, preserve.

_Enter_ Raymond.

_Ray._ Who is this? Sure 'tis a woman, I have trode this place, And found much footing; now I know 'tis peopl'd. Ha, let me see! 'tis her face. Oh Heaven! turn this way Maid.

_Amin._ Oh _Raymond_, oh Brother.

_Raym._ Her tongue too: 'tis my Sister; what rude hand! Nay kiss me first, Oh joy!

_Amin._ Fly, fly dear brother, You are lost else.

_Jul._ A man, a man, a new man.

_Raym._ What are these?

_Enter_ Juletta, Crocale, Clarinda.

_Cro._ An enemy, an enemy.

_Cla._ Dispatch him, Take him off, shoot him straight.

_Raym._ I dare not use my sword, Ladies, Against such comely foes.

_Amin._ Oh brother, brother!

_Cla._ Away with 'em, and in dark prisons bind 'em. One word reply'd, ye die both. Now brave mother, follow thy noble anger, And I'll help thee. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Rossella, Clarinda, Crocale, Juletta, Hippolita.

_Ros._ I am deaf to all your intreaties: she that moves me For pity or compassion to these Pirats, Digs up her Fathers, or her Brothers Tomb, And spurns about their ashes. Couldst thou remember what a Father thou hadst once, 'Twould steel thy heart against all foolish pity. By his memory, and the remembrance of his dear embraces, I am taught, that in a Noble cause revenge is Noble; And they shall fall the sacrifices to appease His wandring Ghost, and my incensed fury.

_Cla._ The new come prisoner too!

_Ros._ He too[. Y]et that we may learn Whether they are the same, or near ally'd To those that forc'd me to this cruel course, Better their poor allowance, and permit 'em To meet together and confer, Within the distance of your ear; perhaps They may discover something that may kill Despair in me, and be a means to save 'em From certain ruine.

_C[r]o._ That shall be my charge.

_Ros._ Yet to prevent All hope of rescue: for this new-come Captain Hath both a Ship and Men not far [off] from us, Though ignorant to find the only Port, That can yield entrance to our happy Island, Guard the place strongly, and e'r the next Sun Ends his diurnal progress, I will be Happy in my revenge, or set 'em free. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Crocale, Juletta, Hippolita. [_A Table furnish'd._

_Cro._ So serve it plentifully, And lose not time to enquire the cause; There is a main design that hangs upon this bounty. See the Table furnisht with Wine too, That discovers secrets which tortures cannot open: Open the doors too of the several prisons, And give all free entrance into this room. Undiscover'd I can here mark all.

_Enter_ Tib. Mast.

Here's Captain careless, and the tough Ship-master, The slaves are nos'd like Vultures How wild they look.

_Tib._ Ha, the mistery of this, Some good Hobgoblin rise and reveal.

_Mast._ I'm amazed at it: nor can I sound the intent.

_Tib._ Is not this bread, Substantial bread, not painted?

_Mast._ But take heed, You may be poisoned.

_Tib._ I am sure I am famish'd; And famine, as the wise man says, Gripes the guts as much as any Mineral. This may be _Treacle_ sent to preserve me After a long Fast: or be it _Vipers_ spittle, I'll run the hazard.

_Mast._ We are past all fear, I'll take part with ye.

_Tib._ Do: and now i'faith, how d'ye feel your self? I find great ease in't. What's here; Wine, and it be thy Will; Strong lusty Wine. Well, fools may talk Of _Mythridate_, Cordials, and _Elixirs_. But from my youth this was my only Physick. Here's a colour, what Ladies cheek, Though cerus'd over, comes near it? It sparkles too: hangs out Diamonds. Oh my sweet-heart, how I will hug thee, Again, and again! They are poor drunkards, And not worth thy favors, That number thy moist kisses in these Crystals.

_Mast._ But Mounsieur, Here are Suckets, and sweet dishes.

_Tib._ Tush, boys meat, I am past it; here's strong food fit for men: Nectar, old lad. Mistriss of merry hearts, Once more I am bold with you.

_Mast._ Take heed (man) Too much will breed distemper.