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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Dryden's Works Vol. 3 (of 18) + Sir Martin Mar-All; The Tempest; An Evening's Love; Tyrannic Love + +Author: John Dryden + +Editor: Walter Scott + +Release Date: October 6, 2011 [EBook #37645] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DRYDEN'S WORKS VOL. 3 (OF 18) *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Jane Robins and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1"></a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p class="center"><b>THE</b></p> + +<h1>WORKS</h1> + +<div class="center"><b>OF</b></div> + +<h2>JOHN DRYDEN,</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>NOW FIRST COLLECTED</b></p> + +<div class="center"><i><b>IN EIGHTEEN VOLUMES.</b></i></div> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h3><b>ILLUSTRATED</b></h3> + +<p class="center"><b>WITH NOTES,</b></p> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>HISTORICAL, CRITICAL, AND EXPLANATORY,</b></span></p> + +<p class="center"><b>AND</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>A LIFE OF THE AUTHOR,</b></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>BY</b></span></p> + +<h2>WALTER SCOTT, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span></h2> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<p class="center"><b>VOL. III.</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>LONDON:</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>PRINTED FOR WILLIAM MILLER, ALBEMARLE STREET,</b><br /> +<span class="smcap"><b>BY JAMES BALLANTYNE AND CO. EDINBURGH.</b></span></p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> +<p class="center"><b>1808.</b></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2"></a></span></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3"></a></span></p> + +<div class="border1"> + +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<p class="center"><b>OF</b></p> + +<h3>VOLUME THIRD.</h3> + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> + <tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="left">PAGE</td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_MARTIN_MAR-ALL"><b>Sir Martin Mar-All, or the Feigned Innocence, a Comedy,</b></a></td><td align="right">1</td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_TEMPEST"><b>The Tempest, or the Enchanted Island, a Comedy,</b></a></td><td align="right">95</td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#PREFACE"><b>Preface,</b></a></span></td><td align="right">99</td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><a href="#EVENINGS_LOVE"><b>An Evening's Love, or the Mock Astrologer, a Comedy,</b></a></td><td align="right">207</td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#TO_HIS_GRACE"><b>Epistle Dedicatory to the Duke of Newcastle,</b></a></span></td><td align="right">209</td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#THE_PREFACE1"><b>Preface,</b></a></span></td><td align="right">218</td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><a href="#TYRANNIC_LOVE"><b>Tyrannic Love, or the Royal Martyr, a Tragedy,</b></a></td><td align="right">341</td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#JAMES"><b>Epistle Dedicatory to the Duke of Monmouth</b></a></span></td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 5em;"><a href="#BUCCLEUGH"><b>and Buccleuch,</b></a></span></td><td align="right">346</td></tr> + <tr><td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#THE_PREFACE2"><b>Preface, </b></a></span></td><td align="right">349</td></tr> +</table></div> + +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h2><a name="SIR_MARTIN_MAR-ALL" id="SIR_MARTIN_MAR-ALL"></a>SIR MARTIN MAR-ALL;</h2> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>OR, THE</b></span></p> + +<h3>FEIGNED INNOCENCE.</h3> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>A</b></span></p> + +<p class="center"><b>COMEDY.</b></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h2>SIR MARTIN MAR-ALL.</h2> + +<p>Sir Martin Mar-All is imitated from the French of Moliere: nor, even +with that qualification, is it entirely the work of Dryden. William +Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle, renowned for his loyalty and gallantry +during the civil wars, whether in compliance with the general custom +amongst the men of wit and honour at the court of Charles, or in order +to place himself upon a level with that voluminous authoress, his +Duchess, thought fit to compose several plays. Amongst other +lucubrations, he translated Moliere's "<i>L'Etourdi</i>," and presented it to +our author, by whom it was adapted for the stage. From respect to his +Grace, it was published anonymously until 1697, when it appeared with +Dryden's name. The noble Duke being far more eminent as a soldier and an +equestrian, than as an author, it may be readily allowed, that what is +diverting in the piece has been inserted by our author. Upon the stage, +indeed, the repeated and incorrigible blunders of Sir Martin must have +appeared very diverting, since the play ran for no less than +thirty-three nights, and was four times acted at court. Nokes, who acted +this unfortunate coxcomb with inimitable humour, is said to have +contributed much to this uncommon success. Moliere's play is followed +with considerable exactness, allowing for such variations as the change +of the scene from Paris to London appeared naturally to demand. One +remarkable difference occurs in the conclusion: Coelie is, in the +original, at length united to her inconsiderate and blundering admirer. +Mrs Millisent, the corresponding character in Sir Martin Mar-all, +rewards, with her hand and fortune, the ingenious Warner, who has all +along laboured to gain her for his master. The alternative was a little +embarrassing; but the decorum of the French stage would not have +permitted the union of a lady with an intriguing domestic, nor would an +English audience have been less shocked with seeing her bestowed on a +fool. Besides, Sir Martin Mar-all is a more contemptible character than +Lelie, who is less conceited and foolish, than thoughtless and +inconsequential. But although the character of a menial was not quite so +low in the 17th as in the 18th century,—for pages, and the higher +class of attendants in a nobleman's family, were often men of some +birth,—yet there is much grossness in the conduct of the lady,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6"></a></span> +who, in pure admiration of wit, marries a man, who never thought +of her.</p> + +<p>"<i>L'Amant Indiscret</i>," of Quinault, another French play, has also been +consulted by Dryden in furbishing forth the Duke of Newcastle's labours. +In that part of the play, which occasions its second title of "The +feigned Innocence," the reader will hardly find wit enough to +counterbalance the want of delicacy.</p> + +<p>Sir Martin Mar-all was performed by the Duke of York's servants, +probably at the desire of the Duke of Newcastle, as Dryden was engaged +to write for the other house. It seems to have been acted in 1667, and +was published, but without the author's name, in 1668.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7"></a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<div class="poem"> +<h2>PROLOGUE.</h2> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">Fools, which each man meets in his dish each day,</span> + <span class="i2">Are yet the great regalios of a play;</span> + <span class="i2">In which to poets you but just appear,</span> + <span class="i2">To prize that highest, which cost them so dear;</span> + <span class="i2">Fops in the town more easily will pass;</span> + <span class="i2">One story makes a statutable ass:</span> + <span class="i2">But such in plays must be much thicker sown,</span> + <span class="i2">Like yolks of eggs, a dozen beat to one.</span> + <span class="i2">Observing poets all their walks invade,</span> + <span class="i2">As men watch woodcocks gliding through a glade:</span> + <span class="i2">And when they have enough for comedy,</span> + <span class="i2">They stow their several bodies in a pye:</span> + <span class="i2">The poet's but the cook to fashion it,</span> + <span class="i2">For, gallants, you yourselves have found the wit.</span> + <span class="i2">To bid you welcome, would your bounty wrong;</span> + <span class="i2">None welcome those who bring their cheer along.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8"></a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2>DRAMATIS PERSONĘ.</h2> + +<p> +<i>Lord</i> <span class="smcap">Dartmouth</span>, <i>in love with Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Christian</span>.<br /> +<i>Mr</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>, <i>the Swash-buckler</i><a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a>.<br /> +<i>Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin Mar-all</span>, <i>a fool</i>.<br /> +<span class="smcap">Warner</span>, <i>his man</i>.<br /> +<i>Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John Swallow</span>, <i>a Kentish knight</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>, <i>the old lady</i>.<br /> +<i>Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Christian</span>, <i>her young niece</i>.<br /> +<i>Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Millisent</span>, <i>the Swash-buckler's daughter</i>.<br /> +<span class="smcap">Rose</span>, <i>her maid</i>.<br /> +<i>Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Preparation</span>, <i>woman to the old lady</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Other Servants, men and women, a Carrier, Bailiffs.</i><br /> +</p> + +<p class="center">SCENE—<i>Covent Garden</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[4]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2>SIR MARTIN MAR-ALL.</h2> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT I. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span> <i>solus</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Where the devil is this master of mine? he is ever out of the +way, when he should do himself good! This 'tis to serve a coxcomb, one +that has no more brains than just those I carry for him. Well! of all +fops commend me to him for the greatest; he's so opinioned of his own +abilities, that he is ever designing somewhat, and yet he sows his +stratagems so shallow, that every daw can pick them up: From a plotting +fool, the Lord deliver me. Here he comes;—O! it seems his cousin's +with him; then it is not so bad as I imagined.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sir <span class="smcap">Martin Mar-all</span>, <i>and</i> Lady <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>.<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> I think 'twas well contrived for your access, to lodge her in +the same house with you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> 'Tis pretty well, I must confess.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Had he plotted it himself, it had been admirable.<br /> <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[8]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> For when her father Moody writ to me to take him lodgings, I +so ordered it, the choice seemed his, not mine.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I have hit of a thing myself sometimes, when wiser heads +have missed it; but that might be mere luck.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Fortune does more than wisdom.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Nay, for that you shall excuse me; I will not value any +man's fortune at a rush, except he have wit and parts to bear him out. +But when do you expect them?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> This tide will bring them from Gravesend. You had best let +your man go, as from me, and wait them at the stairs in Durham-yard.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Lord, cousin, what a-do is here with your counsel! As though +I could not have thought of that myself. I could find in my heart not to +send him now——stay a little——I could soon find +out some other way.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> A minute's stay may lose your business.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Well, go then; but you must grant, if he had staid, I could +have found a better way—you grant it.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> For once I will not stand with you. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.] 'Tis a +sweet gentlewoman, this Mrs Millisent, if you can get her.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Let me alone for plotting.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> But by your favour, sir, 'tis not so easy; her father has +already promised her; and the young gentleman comes up with them: I +partly know the man—but the old squire is humoursome; he's stout, +and plain in speech, and in behaviour; he loves none of the fine town +tricks of breeding, but stands up for the old Elizabeth way in all +things. This we must work upon.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Sure you think you have to deal with a fool, cousin?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[9]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mrs <span class="smcap">Christian</span>.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> O my dear niece, I have some business with you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Whispers.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir. Mart.</i> Well, madam, I'll take one turn here in the Piazzas; a +thousand things are hammering in this head; 'tis a fruitful noddle, +though I say it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> Sir <span class="smcap">Mart.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Go thy ways for a most conceited fool—but to our +business, cousin: You are young, but I am old, and have had all the +love-experience that a discreet lady ought to have; and, therefore, let +me instruct you about the love this rich lord makes to you.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> You know, madam, he's married, so that we cannot work upon that +ground of matrimony.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> But there are advantages enough for you, if you will be wise, +and follow my advice.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Madam, my friends left me to your care, therefore I will wholly +follow your counsel, with secrecy and obedience.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Sweetheart, it shall be the better for you another day: Well +then, this lord that pretends to you is crafty and false, as most men +are, especially in love; therefore, we must be subtle to meet with all +his plots, and have countermines against his works, to blow him up.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> As how, madam?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Why, girl, he'll make fierce love to you, but you must not +suffer him to ruffle you, or steal a kiss: But you must weep and sigh, +and say you'll tell me on't, and that you will not be used so, and play +the innocent, just like a child, and seem ignorant of all.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I warrant you I'll be very ignorant, madam.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> And be sure, when he has towsed you,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[10]</a></span> +not to appear at supper that night, that you may +fright him.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> No, madam.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> That he may think you have told me.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Ay, madam.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> And keep your chamber, and say your head aches.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> O most extremely, madam.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> And lock the door, and admit of no night visits: At supper +I'll ask where's my cousin, and, being told you are not well, I'll start +from the table to visit you, desiring his lordship not to incommode +himself; for I will presently wait on him again.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> But how, when you are returned, madam?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Then somewhat discomposed, I'll say, I doubt the meazles or +small-pox will seize on you, and then the girl is spoiled; saying, poor +thing, her portion is her beauty, and her virtue; and often send to see +how you do, by whispers in my servant's ears, and have those whispers of +your health returned to mine: If his lordship, thereupon, asks how you +do, I will pretend it was some other thing.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Right, madam, for that will bring him further in suspence.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> A hopeful girl! then will I eat nothing that night, feigning +my grief for you; but keep his lordship company at meal, and seem to +strive to put my passion off, yet shew it still by small mistakes.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> And broken sentences.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> A dainty girl! and after supper visit you again, with promise +to return strait to his lordship; but after I am gone, send an excuse, +that I have given you a cordial, and mean to watch that night in person +with you.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> His lordship then will find the prologue of +his trouble, doubting I have told you of his ruffling.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[11]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> And more than that, fearing his father should know of it, and +his wife, who is a termagant lady: But when he finds the coast is clear, +and his late ruffling known to none but you, he will be drunk with joy.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Finding my simple innocence, which will inflame him more.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Then what the lion's skin has failed him in, the fox's +subtlety must next supply, and that is just, sweetheart, as I would have +it; for crafty folks treaties are their advantage: especially when his +passion must be satisfied at any rate, and you keep shop to set the +price of love: so now you see the market is your own.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Truly, madam, this is very rational; and by the blessing of +heaven upon my poor endeavours, I do not doubt to play my part.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> My blessing and my prayers go along with thee.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sir <span class="smcap">John Swallow</span>, Mrs <span class="smcap">Millisent</span>, <i>and</i> +Rose, <i>her maid</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I believe, madam, here is the young heiress you expect, and with +her he who is to marry her.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> However I am Sir Martin's friend, I must not seem his enemy.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Madam, this fair young lady begs the honour to be known to +you.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> My father made me hope it, madam.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Sweet lady, I believe you have brought all the freshness of +the country up to town with you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>They salute.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I came up, madam, as we country-gentlewomen use, at an +Easter-term, to the destruction of tarts and cheese-cakes, to see a new +play, buy a new gown, take a turn in the park, and so down again to +sleep with my fore-fathers.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[12]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Rather, madam, you are come up to the breaking of many a +poor heart, that, like mine, will languish for you.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I doubt, madam, you are indisposed with your voyage; will you +please to see the lodgings your father has provided for you?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> To wait upon you, madam.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> This is the door; there is a gentleman will wait you +immediately in your lodging, if he might presume on your commands.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>In a whisper.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> You mean Sir Martin Mar-all: I am glad he has entrusted his +passion with so discreet a person. [<i>In a whisper.</i>] Sir John, let me +entreat you to stay here, that my father may have intelligence where to +find us.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I shall obey you, madam.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt women.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sir <span class="smcap">Martin Mar-all</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Sir Martin Mar-all! most happily encountered! how long have +you been come to town?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Some three days since, or thereabouts: But, I thank God, I +am very weary on't already.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Why, what's the matter, man?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> My villainous old luck still follows me in gaming; I never +throw the dice out of my hand, but my gold goes after them: If I go to +piquet, though it be but with a novice in't, he will picque and +repicque, and capot me twenty times together: and, which most mads me, I +lose all my sets when I want but one of up.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> The pleasure of play is lost, when one +loses at that unreasonable rate.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But I have sworn not to touch either +cards or dice this half year.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> The oaths of losing gamesters are most<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[13]</a></span> +minded; they forswear play as an angry servant +does his mistress, because he loves her but too well.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But I am now taken up with thoughts of another nature; I am +in love, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> That's the worst game you could have played at; scarce one +woman in an hundred will play with you upon the square. You venture at +more uncertainty than at a lottery: For you set your heart to a whole +sex of blanks. But is your mistress widow, wife, or maid?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I can assure you, sir, mine is a maid; the heiress of a +wealthy family, fair to a miracle.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Does she accept your service?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I am the only person in her favour.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Is she of town or country?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> How's this? <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> She is of Kent, near Canterbury.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What does he mean? This is his rival. <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Near Canterbury, say you? I have a small estate lies +thereabouts, and more concernments than one besides.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I'll tell you then. Being at Canterbury, it was my fortune +once, in the Cathedral church—</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What do you mean, sir, to intrust this man with your affairs +thus?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Trust him? why, he's a friend of mine.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> No matter for that; hark you, a word, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Pr'ythee leave fooling; and as I was saying——I +was in the church, when I first saw this fair one.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Her name, sir, I beseech you.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> For heaven's sake, sir, have a care.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Thou art such a coxcomb—Her name's Millisent.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[14]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Now, the pox take you, sir, what do you mean?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Millisent, say you? That's the name of my mistress.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Lord! what luck is that now! well, sir, it happened one of +her gloves fell down; I stooped to take it up; and, in the stooping, +made her a compliment.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> The devil cannot hold him; now will this thick-skulled master of +mine tell the whole story to his rival!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> You'll say, 'twas strange, sir; but at the first glance we +cast on one another, both our hearts leaped within us, our souls met at +our eyes, and with a tickling kind of pain slid to each other's breast, +and in one moment settled as close and warm, as if they long had been +acquainted with their lodging. I followed her somewhat at a distance, +because her father was with her.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Yet hold, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Saucy rascal, avoid my sight; must you tutor me?—So, +sir, not to trouble you, I enquired out her father's house, without +whose knowledge I did court the daughter, and both then, and often since +coming to Canterbury, I received many proofs of her kindness to me.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You had best tell him too, that I am acquainted with her maid, +and manage your love under-hand with her.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Well remembered, i'faith; I thank thee for that, I had +forgot it, I protest! My valet de chambre, whom you see here with me, +grows me acquainted with her woman.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> O the devil!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> In fine, sir, this maid, being much in her mistress's +favour, so well solicited my cause, that, in fine, I gained from fair +mistress Millisent an assurance of her kindness, and an engagement to +marry none but me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[15]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Tis very well! you have made a fair discovery!</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> A most pleasant relation, I assure you: You are a happy man, +sir! but what occasion brought you now to London?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> That was in expectation to meet my mistress here; she writ +me word from Canterbury, she and her father shortly would be here.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> She and her father, said you, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Tell him, sir, for heaven's sake tell him all.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> So I will, sir, without your bidding: Her father and she are +come up already, that's the truth on't, and are to lodge by my +contrivance in yon house; the master of which is a cunning rascal as any +in town——him I have made my own, for I lodge there.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You do ill, sir, to speak so scandalously of my landlord.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Peace, or I'll break your fool's head; so, that by his means +I shall have free egress and regress when I please, sir, without her +father's knowledge.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I am out of patience to hear this.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Methinks you might do well, sir, to speak openly to her +father.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Thank you for that, i'faith; in speaking to old Moody, I may +soon spoil all.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> So, now he has told her father's name, 'tis past recovery.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Is her father's name Moody, say you?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Is he of your acquaintance?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Yes, sir; I know him for a man who is too wise for you to +over-reach; I am certain he will never marry his daughter to you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[16]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Why, there's the jest of it: He shall never know it: 'Tis +but your keeping of my counsel; I'll do as much for you, mun.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> No, sir, I'll give you better; trouble not yourself about +this lady; her affections are otherwise engaged to my knowledge——hark +in your ear——her father hates a gamester like a devil: I'll keep your +counsel for that too.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Nay, but this is not all, dear Sir John?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> This is all, I assure you: Only I will make bold to seek +your mistress out another lodging.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> Sir <span class="smcap">John</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Your affairs are now put into an excellent posture, thank your +incomparable discretion; this was a stratagem my shallow wit could never +have reached, to make a confident of my rival.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I hope thou art not in earnest, man! Is he my rival?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Slife, he has not found it out all this while! well, sir, for a +quick apprehension let you alone.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> How the devil camest thou to know on't? and why the devil +didst thou not tell me on't?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> To the first of your devils I answer, her maid, Rose, told me +on't: To the second, I wish a thousand devils take him that would not +hear me.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> O unparallelled misfortune!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> O unparallelled ignorance! why he left her father at the +water-side, while he led the daughter to her lodging, whither I directed +him; so that if you had not laboured to the contrary, fortune had placed +you in the same house with your mistress, without the least suspicion of +your rival, or of her father. But 'tis well you have satisfied your +talkative humour: I hope you have some new project of your own to set +all right again: For my part, I confess all my designs for you are +wholly ruined; the very foundations of them are blown up.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[17]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Pr'ythee insult not over the destiny of a poor undone lover; +I am punished enough for my indiscretion in my despair, and have nothing +to hope for now but death.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Death is a bug-word; things are not brought to that extremity; +I'll cast about to save all yet.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> O, Sir Martin! yonder has been such a stir within; Sir John, +I fear, smokes your design, and by all means would have the old man +remove his lodging; pray God, your man has not played false.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Like enough I have: I am coxcomb sufficient to do it; my master +knows, that none but such a great calf as I could have done it, such an +overgrown ass, a self-conceited idiot as I.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Nay, Warner.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Pray, sir, let me alone: What is it to you if I rail upon +myself? Now could I break my own logger-head.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Nay, sweet Warner.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What a good master have I, and I to ruin him: O beast!</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Not to discourage you wholly, Sir Martin, this storm is +partly over.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> As how, dear cousin?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> When I heard Sir John complain of the landlord, I took the +first hint of it, and joined with him, saying, if he were such an one, I +would have nothing to do with him: In short, I rattled him so well, that +Sir John was the first who did desire they might be lodged with me, not +knowing that I was your kinswoman.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Pox on't, now I think on't, I could have found out this +myself.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[18]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Are you there again, sir? Now, as I have a soul——</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Mum, good Warner, I did but forget myself a little; I leave +myself wholly to you, and my cousin: get but my mistress for me, and +claim whatever reward you can desire.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Hope of reward will diligence beget, Find you the money, and +I'll find the wit.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT II. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>, <i>and Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Christian</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> It happened, madam, just as you said it would; but was he so +concerned for my feigned sickness?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> So much, that Moody and his daughter, our new guests, take +notice of the trouble; but the cause was kept too close for strangers to +divine.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Heaven grant he be but deep enough in love, and +then——</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> And then thou shalt distil him into gold, my girl. Yonder he +comes, I'll not be seen: you know your lesson, child.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I warrant you.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lord</i> <span class="smcap">Dartmouth</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Pretty mistress Christian, how glad am I to meet you thus alone!</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> O the father! what will become of me now?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> No harm, I warrant you; but why are you so afraid?</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> A poor weak innocent creature as I am, heaven of his mercy, how I +quake and tremble! I have not yet clawed off your last ill usage, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[19]</a></span> +now I feel my old fit come again; my ears tingle already, and my back +shuts and opens; ay, just so it began before.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Nay, my sweet mistress, be not so unjust to suspect any new +attempt: I am too penitent for my last fault, so soon to sin again. I +hope you did not tell it to your aunt.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> The more fool I, I did not.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> You never shall repent your goodness to me; but may not I +presume there was some little kindness in it, which moved you to conceal +my crime?</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Methought I would not have mine aunt angry with you, for all this +earthly good; but yet I'll never be alone with you again.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Pretty innocence! let me sit nearer to you: You do not +understand what love I bear you. I vow it is so pure, my soul's not +sullied with one spot of sin: Were you a sister, or a daughter to me, +with a more holy flame I could not burn.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Nay, now you speak high words; I cannot understand you.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> The business of my life shall be but how to make your fortune, +and my care and study to advance and see you settled in the world.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I humbly thank your lordship.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Thus I would sacrifice my life and fortunes, and in return you +cruelly destroy me.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I never meant you any harm, not I.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Then what does this white enemy so near me? [<i>Touching her hand +gloved.</i>] Sure 'tis your champion, and you arm it thus to bid defiance +to me.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Nay, fie, my lord! In faith, you are to blame.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Pulling her hand away.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> But I am for fair wars; an enemy must first be searched for +privy armour, ere we do engage.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Pulls at her glove.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> What does your lordship mean?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[20]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I fear you bear some spells and charms about you, and, madam, +that's against the law of arms.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> My aunt charged me not to pull off my glove, for fear of +sun-burning my hand.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> She did well to keep it from your eyes, but I will thus preserve +it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Hugging her bare hand.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Why do you crush it so? nay, now you hurt me, nay—if +you squeeze it ne'er so hard—there's nothing to come out +on't—fie—is this loving one—what makes you take your +breath so short?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> The devil take me if I can answer her a word; all my senses are +quite employed another way.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Ne'er stir, my lord, I must cry out.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Then I must stop your mouth—this ruby for a +kiss—that is but one ruby for another.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> This is worse and worse.</p> + +<p><i>Lady within.</i> Why, niece, where are you, niece?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Pox of her old mouldy chops.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Do you hear, my aunt calls? I shall be hanged for staying with +you—let me go, my lord.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Gets from him.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p style="text-align: center"><i>Enter Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> My lord! heaven bless me, what makes +your lordship here?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I was just wishing for you, madam; your niece and I have been so +laughing at the blunt humour of your country-gentleman. I must go pass +an hour with him.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Lord</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> You made a little too much haste; I was just exchanging a kiss +for a ruby.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> No harm done; it will make him come on the faster: Never full +gorge an hawk you mean to fly: The next will be a necklace of pearl, I +warrant you.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> But what must I do next?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[21]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Tell him I grew suspicious, and examined you whether he made +not love; which you denied. Then tell him how my maids and daughters +watch you; so that you tremble when you see his lordship.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> And that your daughters are so envious, that they would raise a +false report to ruin me.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Therefore you desire his lordship, as he loves you, of which +you are confident, henceforward to forbear his visits to you.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> But how, if he should take me at my word?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Why, if the worst come to the worst, he leaves you an honest +woman, and there's an end on't: But fear not that; hold out his +messages, and then he'll write, and that is it, my bird, which you must +drive it to: Then all his letters will be such ecstasies, such vows and +promises, which you must answer short and simply, yet still ply out of +them your advantages.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> But, madam! he's in the house, he will not write.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> You fool—he'll write from the next chamber to you; and, +rather than fail, send his page post with it, upon a hobby-horse: Then +grant a meeting, but tell me of it, and I'll prevent him by my being +there; he'll curse me, but I care not. When you are alone, he'll urge +his lust, which answer you with scorn and anger.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> As thus an't please you, madam. What! Does he think I will be +damn'd for him? Defame my family, ruin my name, to satisfy his pleasure?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Then he will be profane in his arguments, urge nature's laws +to you.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> By'r lady, and those are shrewd arguments; but I am resolved I'll +stop my ears.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[22]</a></span> +<i>L. Dupe.</i> Then when he sees no other thing will move you, he'll sign a +portion to you beforehand: Take hold of that, and then of what you will.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>, <i>Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Millisent</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.<br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Now, fair Mrs Millisent, you see your chamber; your father +will be busy a few minutes, and in the mean time permits me the +happiness to wait on you.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Methinks you might have chose us better lodgings, this house is +full; the other, we saw first, was more convenient.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> For you, perhaps, but not for me: You might have met a lover +there, but I a rival.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> What rival?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> You know Sir Martin, I need not name +it to you.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I know more men besides him.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> But you love none besides him: Can you deny your affection +to him?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> You have vexed me so, I will not satisfy you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Then I perceive I am not likely to be so much obliged to +you, as I was to him.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> This is romance—I'll not believe a word on't.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> That's as you please: However 'tis believed, his wit will +not much credit your choice. Madam, do justice to us both; pay his +ingratitude and folly with your scorn; my service with your love. By +this time your father stays for me: I shall be discreet enough to keep +this fault of yours from him; the lawyers wait for us to draw your +jointure; and I would beg your pardon for my absence, but that my crime +is punished in itself.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Could I suspect this usage from a favoured servant!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[23]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> First hear Sir Martin, ere you quite condemn him; consider, 'tis +a rival who accused him.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Speak not a word in his behalf: Methought too, Sir John called +him fool.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Indeed he has a rare way of acting a fool, and does it so +naturally, it can be scarce distinguished.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Nay, he has wit enough, that's certain.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> How blind love is!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> How now, what's his business? I wonder, after such a crime, if +his master has the face to send him to me.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> How durst you venture hither? If either Sir John or my old +master see you!—</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Pish! they are both gone out.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> They went but to the next street; ten to one but they return and +catch you here.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Twenty to one I am gone before, and save them a labour.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> What says that fellow to you? What business can he have here?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Lord, that your ladyship should ask that question, knowing whom +I serve!</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I'll hear nothing from your master.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Never breathe, but this anger becomes your ladyship most +admirably; but though you'll hear nothing from him, I hope I may speak a +word or two to you from myself, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> 'Twas a sweet prank your master played us: A lady's well helped +up, that trusts her honour in such a person's hands: To tell +also,——and to his rival too. Excuse him if thou canst.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> How the devil should I excuse him? Thou know'st he is the +greatest fop in nature.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside to </i><span class="smcap">Rose.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[24]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> But my lady does not know it; if she did—</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I'll have no whispering.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Alas, madam, I have not the confidence to speak out, unless you +can take mercy on me.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> For what?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> For telling Sir John you loved my master, madam. But sure I +little thought he was his rival.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> The witty rogue has taken it on himself.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Your master then is innocent?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Why, could your ladyship suspect him guilty? Pray tell me, do +you think him ungrateful, or a fool?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I think him neither.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Take it from me, you see not the depth of him. But when he knows +what thoughts you harbour of him, as I am faithful, and must tell him, I +wish he does not take some pet, and leave you.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Thou art not mad, I hope, to tell him on't; if thou dost, I'll +be sworn, I'll forswear it to him.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Upon condition then you'll pardon me, I'll see what I can do to +hold my tongue.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> This evening, in St James's Park, I'll meet him.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Knock within.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> He shall not fail you, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Somebody knocks—Oh, madam, what shall we do! 'Tis Sir John, I +hear his voice.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What will become of me?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Step quickly behind that door.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Warner</span> <i>goes out</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p style="text-align: center"><i>To them Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> You've made a quick despatch, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> We have done nothing, madam; our man of law was not +within—but I must look for some writings.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Where are they laid?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[25]</a></span> +<i>Sir John.</i> In the portmanteau in the drawing-room.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Is going to the door</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Pray stay a little, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> [<i>At the door</i>.] He must pass just by me; and, if he sees me, I +am but a dead man.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John</i>. Why are you thus concerned? why do you hold me?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Only a word or two I have to tell you. 'Tis of importance to +you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Give me leave—</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I must not, before I discover the plot to you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> What plot?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Sir Martin's servant, like a rogue, comes hither to tempt me +from his master, to have met him.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> [<i>At the door</i>.] Now, would I had a good bag of gunpowder at my +breech, to ram me into some hole!</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> For my part, I was so startled at the message, that I shall +scarcely be myself these two days.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Oh that I had the rascal! I would teach him to come upon +such errands.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Oh for a gentle composition, now! An arm or leg I would give +willingly.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> What answer did you make the villain?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I over-reached him clearly, by a promise of an appointment of a +place I named, where I never meant to come: But would have had the +pleasure, first, to tell you how I served him.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> And then to chide your mean suspicion of me; indeed I +wondered you should love a fool. But where did you appoint to meet him?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> In Grays-Inn walks.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> By this light, she has put the change upon him! O sweet +womankind, how I love thee for that heavenly gift of lying!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[26]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> For this evening I will be his mistress; he shall meet +another Penelope than he suspects.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> But stay not long away.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> You overjoy me, madam.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> [<i>Entering</i>.] Is he gone, madam?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> As far as Grays-Inn walks: Now I have time to walk the other +way, and see thy master.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Rather let him come hither: I have laid a plot, shall send his +rival far enough from watching him, ere long.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Art thou in earnest?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Tis so designed, fate cannot hinder it. Our landlord, where we +lie, vexed that his lodgings should be so left by Sir John, is resolved +to be revenged, and I have found the way. You'll see the effects on't +presently.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> O heavens! the door opens again, and Sir John is returned once +more.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Half my business was forgot; you did not tell me when you +were to meet him. Ho! what makes this rascal here?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Tis well you're come, sir, else I must have left untold a +message I have for you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Well, what's your business, sirrah?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> We must be private first; 'tis only for your ear.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I shall admire his wit, if in this plunge he can get off.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I came hither, sir, by my master's order,—</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I'll reward you for it, sirrah, immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> When you know all, I shall deserve it, sir: I came to sound the +virtue of your mistress: which I have done so cunningly, I have at last<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[27]</a></span> +obtained the promise of a meeting. But my good master, whom I must +confess more generous than wise, knowing you had a passion for her, is +resolved to quit: And, sir, that you may see how much he loves you, sent +me in private to advise you still to have an eye upon her actions.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Take this diamond for thy good news; and give thy master my +acknowledgments.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Thus the world goes, my masters! he, that will cozen you, +commonly gets your goodwill into the bargain.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Madam, I am now satisfied of all sides; first of your truth, +then of Sir Martin's friendship. In short, I find you two cheated each +other, both to be true to me.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Warner is got off as I would wish, and the knight over-reached.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter to them the Landlord, disguised like a carrier.</i></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> How now! what would this carrier have?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> This is our landlord, whom I told you of; but keep your +countenance.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside to her.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> I was looking hereaway for one Sir John Swallow; they told me, I +might hear news of him in this house.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Friend, I am the man; what have you to say to me?</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Nay, faith, sir, I am not so good a schollard to say much, but I +have a letter for you in my pouch, there's plaguy news in it, I can tell +you that.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> From whom is your letter?</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> From your old uncle Anthony.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Give me your letter quickly.</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Nay, soft and fair goes far.—Hold you, hold you. It is not in +this pocket.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[28]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Search in the other, then; I stand on thorns.</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> I think I feel it now, this should be who.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Pluck it out then.</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> I'll pluck out my spectacles, and see first. [<i>Reads.</i>] To Mr +Paul Grimbard—apprentice to——No, that's not for you, sir—that's for +the son of the brother of the nephew of the cousin of my gossip Dobson.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Pr'ythee despatch; dost thou not know the contents on't?</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Yes, as well as I do my <i>pater noster.</i></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Well, what's the business on't?</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Nay, no great business; 'tis but only that your worship's +father's dead.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> My loss is beyond expression! How died he?</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> He went to bed as well to see to as any man in England; and when +he awakened the next morning—</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> What then?</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> He found himself stark dead.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Well, I must of necessity take orders for my father's +funeral, and my estate; heaven knows with what regret I leave you, +madam.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> But are you in such haste, sir? I see you take all occasions to +be from me.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Dear madam, say not so: a few days will, I hope, return me +to you.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>To them Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin</span>.</p> + +<p>Noble Sir Martin, the welcomest man alive! let me embrace my friend.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> How untowardly he returns the salute! Warner will be found out.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Well, friend! you have obliged me to you eternally.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[29]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> How have I obliged you, sir? I would have you to know I +scorn your words; and I would I were hanged if it be not the farthest of +my thoughts.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> O cunning youth, he acts the fool most naturally. Were we alone, +how would we laugh together!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> This is a double generosity, to do me favours, and conceal +'em from me; but honest Warner here has told me all.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> What has the rascal told you?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Your plot to try my mistress for me—you understand me, +concerning your appointment.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Sir, I desire to speak in private with you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> This impertinent rascal! when I am most busy, I am ever +troubled with him.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> But it concerns you I should speak with you, good sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> That's a good one, i'faith; thou knowest breeding well, that +I should whisper with a serving-man before company.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Remember, sir, last time it had been better——</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Peace, or I'll make you feel my double fists; If I don't +fright him, the saucy rogue will call me fool before the company.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> That was acted most naturally again.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> [<i>To him.</i>] But what needs this dissembling, since you are +resolved to quit my mistress to me?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I quit my mistress! that's a good one, i'faith.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Tell him you have forsaken me.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I understand you, madam, you would save a quarrel; but, +i'faith, I'm not so base: I'll see him hanged first.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Madam, my master is convinced, in prudence<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[30]</a></span> he should say so: +But love o'ermasters him; when you are gone perhaps he may.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I'll go then: Gentlemen, your servant; I see my presence brings +constraint to the company.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Mill.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I'm glad she's gone; now we may talk more freely; for if you +have not quitted her, you must.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Pray, sir, remember yourself: did not you send me of a message +to Sir John, that for his friendship you had left mistress Millisent?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Why, what an impudent lying rogue art thou!</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> How's this! Has Warner cheated me?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Do not suspect it in the least: You know, sir, it was not +generous, before a lady, to say he quitted her.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John</i> O! was that it?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> That was all: Say yes, good Sir John—or I'll swinge you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Yes, good Sir John.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> That's well; once in his life he has heard good counsel.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Heigh, heigh, what makes my landlord here? He has put on a +fool's coat, I think, to make us laugh.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> The devil's in him, he's at it again; his folly's like a sore in +a surfeited horse; cure it in one place, and it breaks out in another.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Honest landlord, i'faith, and what makes you here?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Are you acquainted with this honest man?</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Take heed what you say, sir.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Mart</span>. <i>softly</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Take heed what you say, sir! Why? who should I be afraid of? +of you, sir? I say, sir, I know him, sir; and I have reason to know +him, sir; for I am sure I lodge in his house, sir—nay, never think to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[31]</a></span> +terrify me, sir; 'tis my landlord here in Charles-street, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Now I expect to be paid for the news I brought him.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Sirrah, did not you tell me that my father—</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Is in very good health, for aught I know, sir; I beseech you to +trouble yourself no farther concerning him.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Who set you on to tell this lie?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Ay, who set you on, sirrah? This was a rogue that would +cozen us both; he thought I did not know him: Down on your marrowbones, +and confess the truth: Have you no tongue, you rascal?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Sure 'tis some silenced minister: He grows so fat he cannot +speak.</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Why, sir, if you would know, 'twas for your sake I did it.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> For my master's sake! why, you impudent varlet, do you think to +'scape us with a lye?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> How was it for his sake?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Twas for his own, sir; he heard you were the occasion the lady +lodged not at his house, and so he invented this lie; partly to revenge +himself of you; and partly, I believe, in hope to get her once again +when you were gone.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Fetch me a cudgel, pr'ythee.</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> O good sir! if you beat me, I shall run into oil immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Hang him, rogue; he's below your anger: I'll maul him for +you—the rogue's so big, I think 'twill ask two days to beat him +all over.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Beats him.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> O rogue! O villain, Warner! bid him hold, and I'll confess, +sir.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[32]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Get you gone without replying: must such as you be prating?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Beats him out.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Sir, dinner waits you on the table.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Friend, will you go along, and take part of a bad repast?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Thank you; but I am just risen from table.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Now he might sit with his mistress, and has not the wit to find +it out.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> You shall be very welcome.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I have no stomach, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Get you in with a vengeance: You have a better stomach than you +think you have.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Pushes him.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> This hungry Diego rogue would shame me; he thinks a +gentleman can eat like a serving-man.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> If you will not, adieu, dear sir; in any thing command me.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Now we are alone: han't I carried matters bravely, sirrah?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> O yes, yes, you deserve sugar-plums; first for your quarrelling +with Sir John; then for discovering your landlord; and, lastly, for +refusing to dine with your mistress. All this is since the last +reckoning was wiped out.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Then why did my landlord disguise himself, to make a fool of +us?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You have so little brains, that a penny-worth of butter, melted +under 'em, would set 'em afloat: He put on that disguise, to rid you of +your rival.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Why was not I worthy to keep your counsel then?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> It had been much at one: You would but have drunk the secret<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[33]</a></span> +down, and pissed it out to the next company.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Well, I find I am a miserable man: I have lost my mistress, +and may thank myself for it.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You'll not confess you are a fool, I warrant.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Well, I am a fool, if that will satisfy you: But what am I +the nearer, for being one?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> O yes, much the nearer; for now fortune's bound to provide for +you; as hospitals are built for lame people, because they cannot help +themselves. Well; I have a project in my pate.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Dear rogue, what is't?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Excuse me for that: But while 'tis set a working, you would do +well to screw yourself into her father's good opinion.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> If you will not tell me, my mind gives me, I shall discover +it again.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i> I'll lay it as far out of your reach as I can possibly.</span> + <span class="i1"><span style="margin-left: .5em;">——For secrets are edged tools,</span></span> + <span class="i0">And must be kept from children and from fools.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT III. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span> <i>meeting</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Your worship's most happily encountered.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Your ladyship's most fortunately met.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I was going to your lodging.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> My business was to yours.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I have something to say to you that——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I have that to tell you——</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Understand then—<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[34]</a></span>—</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> If you'll hear me——</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I believe that——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I am of opinion, that——</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Pry'thee hold thy peace a little, till I have done.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Cry you mercy, Mrs Rose; I'll not dispute your ancient privilege +of talking.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> My mistress, knowing Sir John was to be abroad upon business +this afternoon, has asked leave to see a play: And Sir John has so great +a confidence of your master, that he will trust no body with her, but +him.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> If my master gets her out, I warrant her, he shall shew her a +better play than any is at either of the houses—here they are: I'll run +and prepare him to wait upon her.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter old</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>, <i>Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Millisent</span>, <i>and Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> My hoods and scarfs there, quickly.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Send to call a coach there.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> But what kind of man is this Sir Martin, with whom you are to +go?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> A plain down-right country-gentleman, I assure you.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> I like him much the better for it. For I hate one of those you +call a man of the town, one of those empty fellows of mere out-side: +They have nothing of the true old English manliness.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I confess, sir, a woman's in a bad condition, that has nothing +to trust to, but a peruke above, and a well-trimmed shoe below.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>To them Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> This, sir, is Sir John's friend; he is for your humour, sir; he +is no man of the town, but bred up in the old Elizabeth way of +plainness.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[35]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Ay, madam, your ladyship may say your pleasure of me.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>To them</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> How the devil got he here before me! 'Tis very unlucky I could +not see him first.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But, as for painting, music, poetry, and the like, I'll say +this of myself——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I'll say that for him, my master understands none of them, I +assure you, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> You impudent rascal, hold your tongue: I must rid my hands +of this fellow; the rogue is ever discrediting me before company.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Never trouble yourself about it, sir, for I like a man that—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I know you do, sir, and therefore I hope you'll think never +the worse of me for his prating: For, though I do not boast of my own +good parts——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> He has none to boast of, upon my faith, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Give him not the hearing, sir; for, if I may believe my +friends, they have flattered me with an opinion of more——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Of more than their flattery can make good, sir; 'tis true he +tells you, they have flattered him; but, in my conscience, he is the +most down-right simple-natured creature in the world.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I shall consider you hereafter, sirrah; but I am sure in all +companies I pass for a virtuoso.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Virtuoso! What's that too? is not virtue enough without O so?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> You have reason, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> There he is again too; the town phrase; a great compliment I +wis! <i>you have reason, sir</i>; that is, you are no beast, sir.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[36]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> A word in private, sir; you mistake this old man; he loves +neither painting, music, nor poetry; yet recover yourself, if you have +any brains.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside to him.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Say you so? I'll bring all about again, I warrant you.—I +beg your pardon a thousand times, sir; I vow to gad I am not master of +any of those perfections; for, in fine, sir, I am wholly ignorant of +painting, music, and poetry; only some rude escapes; but, in fine, they +are such, that, in fine, sir——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> This is worse than all the rest.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> By coxbones, one word more of all this gibberish, and old Madge +shall fly about your ears: What is this, <i>in fine</i>, he keeps such a coil +with too?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> 'Tis a phrase <i>a-la-mode</i>, sir; and is used in conversation now, +as a whiff of tobacco was formerly in the midst of a discourse for a +thinking while.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> In plain English, <i>in fine</i> is, in the end, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> But, by coxbones, there is no end on't, methinks: If thou wilt +have a foolish word to lard thy lean discourse with, take an English one +when thou speakest English! as, so sir, and then sir, and so forth; 'tis +a more manly kind of nonsense: And a pox of, <i>in fine</i>, for I'll hear no +more on't.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> He's gravelled, and I must help him out. [<i>Aside.</i>] Madam, +there's a coach at the door, to carry you to the play.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Which house do you mean to go to?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> The Duke's, I think.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> It is a damn'd play, and has nothing in't.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Then let us to the king's.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> That's e'en as bad.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> This is past enduring. [<i>Aside.</i>] There was an ill play set up, +sir, on the posts; but I can assure<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[37]</a></span> you the bills are altered since you +saw them, and now there are two admirable comedies at both houses.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> But my daughter loves serious plays.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> They are tragi-comedies, sir, for both.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I have heard her say, she loves none but tragedies.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Where have you heard her say so, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Sir, you forget yourself; you never saw her in your life before.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> What, not at Canterbury, in the Cathedral church there? This +is the impudentest rascal——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Mum, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Ah Lord, what have I done! As I hope to be saved, sir, it +was before I was aware; for if ever I set eyes on her before this day, I +wish—</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> This fellow is not so much fool, as he makes one believe he is.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I thought he would be discovered for a wit: This 'tis to +over-act one's part!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Come away, daughter, I will not trust you in his hands; there's +more in it than I imagined.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>, <span class="smcap">Mill.</span> <i>Lady</i> +<span class="smcap">Dupe</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Why do you frown upon me so, when you know your looks go to +the heart of me? What have I done besides a little <i>lapsus linguę</i>?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Why, who says you have done any thing? You, a mere innocent!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> As the child that's to be born, in my intentions; if I know +how I have offended myself any more than——in one word——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> But don't follow me, however: I have nothing to say to you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I'll follow you to the world's end, till you forgive me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[38]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I am resolved to lead you a dance then.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit running.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> The rogue has no mercy in him; but I must mollify him with +money.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Truly, my little cousin's the aptest scholar, and takes out +love's lessons so exactly, that I joy to see it; She has got already the +bond of two thousand pounds sealed for her portion, which I keep for +her; a pretty good beginning: 'Tis true, I believe he has enjoyed her, +and so let him; Mark Antony wooed not at so dear a price.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter, to her</i>, <span class="smcap">Christian</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> O madam, I fear I am breeding!</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> A taking wench! but 'tis no matter; have you told any body?</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I have been venturing upon your foundations, a little to +dissemble.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> That's a good child; I hope it will thrive with thee, as it +has with me: Heaven has a blessing in store upon our endeavours.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I feigned myself sick, and kept my bed; my lord, he came to visit +me, and, in the end, I disclosed it to him, in the saddest passion!</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> This frightened him, I hope, into a study how to cloak your +disgrace, lest it should have vent to his lady.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> 'Tis true; but all the while I subtly drove it, that he should +name you to me as the fittest instrument of the concealment; but how to +break it to you, strangely does perplex him. He has been seeking you all +over the house; therefore, I'll leave your ladyship, for fear we should +be seen together.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[39]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>L. Dupe.</i> Now I must play my part;</span> + <span class="i0">Nature, in women, teaches more than art.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lord</i>.<br /></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Madam, I have a secret to impart; a sad one too, and have no +friend to trust, but only you.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Your lady, or your children, sick?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Not that I know.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> You seem to be in health.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> In body, not in mind.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Some scruple of conscience, I warrant; my chaplain shall +resolve you.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Madam, my soul's tormented.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> O take heed of despair, my lord!</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Madam, there is no medicine for this sickness, but only you; +your friendship's my safe haven, else I am lost, and shipwrecked.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Pray tell me what it is.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Could I express it by sad sighs and groans, or drown it with +myself in seas of tears, I should be happy,—would, and would not tell.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Command whatever I can serve you in; I will be faithful still +to all your ends, provided they be just and virtuous.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> That word has stopt me.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Speak out, my lord, and boldly tell what 'tis.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Then, in obedience to your commands; your cousin is with child.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Which cousin?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Your cousin Christian, here in the house.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Alas! then she has stolen a marriage, and undone herself: +Some young fellow, on my conscience, that's a beggar; youth will not be +advised: well, I'll never meddle more with girls; one is no more assured +of them, than grooms of mules; they'll strike when least one thinks<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[40]</a></span> +on't: But pray, your lordship, what is her choice then for a husband?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> She——is not married, that I know of, madam.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Not married! 'tis impossible; the girl does sure abuse you. I +know her education has been such, the flesh could not prevail; +therefore, she does abuse you, it must be so.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Madam, not to abuse you longer, she is with child, and I the +unfortunate man, who did this most unlucky act.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> You! I'll never believe it.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Madam, 'tis too true; believe it, and be serious how to hide her +shame; I beg it here upon my knees.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Oh, oh, oh!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>She faints away.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Who's there? Who's there? Help, help, help!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter two women</i>, <span class="smcap">Rose</span>, <i>and Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Millisent</span>.</p> + +<p><i>1 Wom.</i> O merciful God, my lady's gone!</p> + +<p><i>2 Wom.</i> Whither?</p> + +<p><i>1 Wom.</i> To heaven; God knows, to heaven!</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Rub her, rub her; fetch warm clothes!</p> + +<p><i>2 Wom.</i> I say, run to the cabinet of quintessence; Gilbert's water! +Gilbert's water!</p> + +<p><i>1 Wom.</i> Now all the good folks of heaven look down upon her!</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Set her in the chair.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Open her mouth with a dagger or a key; pour, pour! Where's the +spoon?</p> + +<p><i>2 Wom.</i> She stirs! she revives! merciful to us all! what a thing was +this? speak, lady, speak!</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> So, so, so!</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Alas! my lord, how came this fit?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> With sorrow, madam.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[41]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Now I am better: Bess, you have not seen me thus?</p> + +<p><i>1 Wom.</i> Heaven forefend that I should live to see you so again.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Go, go, I'm pretty well; withdraw into the next room; but be +near, I pray, for fear of the worst. [<i>They go out.</i>] My lord, sit down +near me, I pray; I'll strive to speak a few words to you, and then to +bed; nearer, my voice is faint. My lord, heaven knows how I have ever +loved you; and is this my reward? Had you none to abuse but me in that +unfortunate fond girl, that you know was dearer to me than my life? This +was not love to her, but an inveterate malice to poor me. Oh, +oh!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Faints again.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Help, help, help!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>All the women again.</i></p> + +<p><i>1 Wom.</i> This fit will carry her: Alas, it is a lechery!</p> + +<p><i>2 Wom.</i> The balsam, the balsam!</p> + +<p><i>1 Wom.</i> No, no, the chemistry oil of rosemary: Hold her up, and give +her air.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Feel whether she breathes, with your hand before her mouth.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> No, madam, 'tis key-cold.</p> + +<p><i>1 Wom.</i> Look up, dear madam, if you have any hope of salvation!</p> + +<p><i>2 Wom.</i> Hold up your finger, madam, if you have any hope of fraternity. +O the blessed saints, that hear me not, take her mortality to them!</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Enough, so, 'tis well—withdraw, and let me rest a while; +only my dear lord remain.</p> + +<p><i>1 Wom.</i> Pray your lordship keep her from swebbing.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt women.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Here humbly, once again, I beg your pardon +and your help.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Heaven forgive you, and I do: Stand<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[42]</a></span> up, my lord, and sit +close by me: O this naughty girl! But did your lordship win her soon?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> No, madam, but with much difficulty.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> I'm glad on't; it shewed the girl had some religion in her; +all my precepts were not in vain: But you men are strange tempters; good +my lord, where was this wicked act, then, first committed?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> In an out-room, upon a trunk.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Poor heart, what shifts love makes! Oh, she does love you +dearly, though to her ruin! And then, what place, my lord?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> An old waste room, with a decayed bed in't.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Out upon that dark room for deeds of darkness! and that +rotten bed! I wonder it did hold your lordship's vigour: But you dealt +gently with the girl. Well, you shall see I love you: For I will manage +this business to both your advantages, by the assistance of heaven I +will; good my lord, help, lead me out.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE III.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> A mischief upon all fools! do you think your master has not done +wisely? First to mistake our old man's humour; then to dispraise the +plays; and, lastly, to discover his acquaintance with my mistress: My +old master has taken such a jealousy of him, that he will never admit +him into his sight again.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Thou makest thyself a greater fool than he, by being angry at +what he cannot help. I have been angry with him too; but these friends +have taken up the quarrel. [<i>Shews gold.</i>] Look you, he has sent these +mediators to mitigate your wrath: Here are twenty of them have made a +long voyage from Guinea to kiss your hands: And when the match is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[43]</a></span> +made, there are an hundred more in readiness to be your humble servants.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Rather than fall out with you, I'll take them; but I confess, it +troubles me to see so loyal a lover have the heart of an emperor, and +yet scarce the brains of a cobler.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Well, what device can we two beget betwixt us, to separate Sir +John Swallow and thy mistress?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I cannot on the sudden tell; but I hate him worse than foul +weather without a coach.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Then I'll see if my project be luckier than thine. Where are the +papers concerning the jointure I have heard you speak of?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> They lie within, in three great bags; some twenty reams of paper +in each bundle, with six lines in a sheet: But there is a little paper +where all the business lies.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Where is it? Canst thou help me to it?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> By good chance he gave it to my custody, before he set out for +London. You came in good time; here it is, I was carrying it to him; +just now he sent for it.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> So, this I will secure in my pocket; when thou art asked for it, +make two or three bad faces, and say it was left behind: By this means, +he must of necessity leave the town, to see for it in Kent.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>, <i>Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin</span>, <i>and Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Millisent</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> 'Tis no matter, though the old man be suspicious; I knew the +story all beforehand; and since then you have fully satisfied me of your +true friendship to me.—Where are the writings?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Sir, I beg your pardon; I thought I had put them up amongst my +lady's things, and it seems, in my haste, I quite forgot them, and left +them at Canterbury.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[44]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> This is horribly unlucky! where do you think you left them?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Upon the great box in my lady's chamber; they are safe enough, +I'm sure.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> It must be so—I must take post immediately: Madam, for some +few days I must be absent; and to confirm you, friend, how much I trust +you, I leave the dearest pledge I have on earth, my mistress, to your +care.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> If you loved me, you would not take all occasions to leave me +thus.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] Do, go to Kent, and when you come again, here they +are ready for you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Shews the paper.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> What's that you have in your hand there, sirrah?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Pox, what ill luck was this! what shall I say?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Sometimes you have tongue enough; what, are you silent?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Tis an account, sir, of what money you have lost since you came +to town.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I am very glad on't: Now I'll make you all see the severity +of my fortune——give me the paper.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Heaven! what does he mean to do? It is not fair writ out, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Besides, I am in haste; another time, sir——</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Pray, oblige me, sir; 'tis but one minute: All people love +to be pitied in their misfortunes, and so do I: will you produce it, +sirrah?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Dear master!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Dear rascal! am I master, or you, you rogue?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Hold yet, sir, and let me read it: You cannot read my hand.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> This is ever his way to be disparaging<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[45]</a></span> me; but I'll let you +see, sirrah, that I can read your hand better than you yourself can.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You'll repent it; there's a trick in't, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Is there so, sirrah? but I'll bring you out of all your +tricks with a vengeance to you——[<i>Reads.</i>] How now! What's this? A +true particular of the estate of Sir John Swallow, knight, lying and +situate in, &c.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> This is the very paper I had lost: I'm very glad on't; +[<i>Takes the paper.</i>] it has saved me a most unwelcome journey—but I +will not thank you for the courtesy, which now I find you never did +intend me—this is confederacy, I smoke it now—come, madam, let me wait +on you to your father.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Well, of a witty man, this was the foolishest part that ever I +beheld.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>, <span class="smcap">Millisent</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I am a fool, I must confess it; and I am the most miserable +one without thy help—but yet it was such a mistake as any man might +have made.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> No doubt of it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Pr'ythee chide me! this indifference of thine wounds me to +the heart.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I care not.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Wilt thou not help me for this once?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Sir, I kiss your hands, I have other business.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Dear Warner!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I am inflexible.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Then I am resolved I'll kill myself.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You are master of your own body.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Will you let me damn my soul?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> At your pleasure, as the devil and you can agree about it.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[46]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> D'ye see, the point's ready? Will you do nothing to save my +life?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Not in the least.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Farewell, hard-hearted Warner.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Adieu, soft-headed Sir Martin.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Is it possible?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Why don't you despatch, sir? why all these preambles?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I'll see thee hanged first: I know thou wouldst have me +killed, to get my clothes.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I knew it was but a copy of your countenance; people in this age +are not so apt to kill themselves.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Here are yet ten pieces in my pocket; take 'em, and let's be +friends.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You know the easiness of my nature, and that makes you work upon +it so. Well, sir, for this once I cast an eye of pity on you; but I must +have ten more in hand, before I can stir a foot.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> As I am a true gamester, I have lost all but these; but if +thou'lt lend me them, I'll give 'em thee again.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i> I'll rather trust you till to-morrow;</span> + <span class="i0">Once more look up, I bid you hope the best.</span> + <span class="i0">Why should your folly make your love miscarry,</span> + <span class="i0">Since men first play the fools, and then they marry?</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT IV. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin Mar-all</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But are they to be married this day in +private, say you?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Tis so concluded, sir, I dare assure you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But why so soon, and in private?<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[47]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> So soon, to prevent the designs upon her; and in private, to +save the effusion of Christian money.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> It strikes to my heart already; in fine, I am a dead man. +Warner—</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Well, go your ways, I'll try what may be done. Look if he will +stir now; your rival and the old man will see us together; we are just +below the window.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Thou canst not do it.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> On the peril of my twenty pieces be it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But I have found a way to help thee out; trust to my wit but +once.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Name your wit, or think you have the least grain of wit but once +more, and I'll lay it down for ever.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> You are a saucy, masterly companion; and so I leave you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Help, help, good people! Murder, Murder!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John and Mood.</i> How now, what's the matter?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I am abused, I am beaten, I am lamed for ever.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Who has used thee so?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> The rogue, my master.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> What was the offence?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> A trifle, just nothing.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> That's very strange.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> It was for telling him he lost too much at play: I meant him +nothing but well, heaven knows; and he, in a cursed damned humour, would +needs revenge his losses upon me: and kicked me, took away my money, and +turned me off; but, if I take it at his hands,—<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[48]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> By cox-nowns, it was an ill-natured part; nay, I thought no +better would come on't, when I heard him at his vow to gads, and in +fines.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> But, if I live, I'll cry quittance with him: he had engaged me +to get Mrs Millisent, your daughter, for him; but if I do not all I can +to make her hate him! a great booby, an overgrown oaf, a conceited +Bartlemew—</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Pr'ythee leave off thy choler, and hear me a little: I have +had a great mind to thee a long time; if thou thinkest my service better +than his, from this minute I entertain thee.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> With all my heart, sir; and so much the rather, that I might +spite him with it. This was the most propitious fate—</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Propitious! and fate! what a damned scanderbag rogue art thou, +to talk at this rate? Hark you, sirrah, one word more of this gibberish, +and I'll set you packing from your new service: I'll have neither +propitious nor fate come within my doors.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Nay, pray, father—</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Good old sir, be pacified; I was pouring out a little of the +dregs that I had left in me of my former service, and now they are gone, +my stomach's clear of them.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> This fellow is come in a happy hour; for now, sir, you and I +may go to prepare the licence, and, in the mean time, he may have an eye +upon your daughter.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> If you please I'll wait upon her till she's ready, and then +bring her to what church you shall appoint.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> But, friend, you'll find she'll hang an arse, and be very loath +to come along with you, and therefore I had best stay behind and bring +her myself.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[49]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I warrant you I have a trick for that, sir: She knows nothing of +my being turned away; so I'll come to her as from Sir Martin, and, under +pretence of carrying her to him, conduct her to you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> My better angel—</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> By the mass, 'twas well thought on; well, son, go you before, +I'll speak but one word for a dish or two at dinner, and follow you to +the licence office. Sirrah, stay you here, till my return.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Was there ever such a lucky rogue as I? I had always a good +opinion of my wit, but could never think I had so much as now I find. I +have now gained an opportunity to carry away Mrs Millisent, for my +master to get his mistress by means of his rival, to receive all his +happiness, where he could expect nothing but misery: After this exploit, +I will have Lilly draw me in the habit of a hero, with a laurel on my +temples, and an inscription below it; <i>This is Warner, the flower of +serving-men.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Messenger.</i></p> + +<p><i>Mess.</i> Pray do me the favour to help me to the speech of Mr Moody.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What's your business?</p> + +<p><i>Mess.</i> I have a letter to deliver to him.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Here he comes, you may deliver it yourself to him.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mess.</i> Sir, a gentleman met me at the corner of the next street, and +bid me give this into your own hands.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Stay, friend, till I have read it.</p> + +<p><i>Mess.</i> He told me, sir, it required no answer.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit Mess.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[50]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mood. reads. <i>Sir, permit me, though a stranger, to give you counsel; +some young gallants have had intelligence, that this day you intend +privately to marry your daughter, the rich heiress; and, in fine, above +twenty of them have dispersed themselves to watch her going out: +Therefore, put it off, if you will avoid mischief, and be advised by</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Your unknown servant</i>.</span></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> By the mackings, I thought there was no good in't, when I saw +<i>in fine</i> there; there are some Papishes, I'll warrant, that lie in wait +for my daughter; or else they are no Englishmen, but some of your French +Outalian-rogues; I owe him thanks, however, this unknown friend of mine, +that told me on't. Warner, no wedding to-day, Warner.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Why, what's the matter, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> I say no more, but some wiser than some; I'll keep my daughter +at home this afternoon, and a fig for all these Outalians.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> So, here's another trick of fortune, as unexpected for bad, as +the other was for good. Nothing vexes me, but that I had made my game +cock-sure, and then to be back-gammoned: It must needs be the devil that +writ this letter; he owed my master a spite, and has paid him to the +purpose: And here he comes as merry too! he little thinks what +misfortune has befallen him; and, for my part, I am ashamed to tell him.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin</span><i>laughing</i>.<br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Warner, such a jest, Warner!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Laughs again.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What a murrain is the matter, sir? Where +lies this jest that tickles you?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[51]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Let me laugh out my laugh, and I'll +tell thee.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Laughs again.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I wish you may have cause for all this mirth.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Hereafter, Warner, be it known unto thee, I will endure no +more to be thy May-game: Thou shalt no more dare to tell me, I spoil thy +projects, and discover thy designs; for I have played such a prize, +without thy help, of my own mother-wit, ('tis true I am hasty sometimes, +and so do harm; but when I have a mind to shew myself, there's no man in +England, though I say't, comes near me as to point of imagination) I'll +make thee acknowledge I have laid a plot that has a soul in't.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Pray, sir, keep me no longer in ignorance of this rare +invention.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Know then, Warner, that, when I left thee, I was possessed +with a terrible fear, that my mistress should be married: Well, thought +I to myself,—and mustering up all the forces of my wit, I did +produce such a stratagem!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> But what was it?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I feigned a letter as from an unknown friend to Moody, +wherein I gave him to understand, that if his daughter went out this +afternoon, she would infallibly be snapped by some young fellows that +lay in wait for her.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Very good.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> That which follows is yet better; for he I sent assures me, +that in that very nick of time my letter came, her father was just +sending her abroad with a very foolish rascally fellow, that was with +him.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> And did you perform all this, a'God's name? Could you do this +wonderful miracle without giving your soul to the devil for his help?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I tell thee, man, I did it; and it was done by the help of +no devil, but this familiar of my own brain; how long would it have been +ere thou couldst have thought of such a project? Martin said to his +man, <i>Who's the fool now?</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[52]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Who's the fool! why, who uses to be the fool? he that ever was +since I knew him, and ever will be so.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> What a pox! I think thou art grown envious; not one word in +my commendation?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Faith, sir, my skill is too little to praise you as you deserve; +but if you would have it according to my poor ability, you are one that +had a knock in your cradle, a conceited lack-wit, a designing ass, a +hair-brained fop, a confounded busy-brain, with an eternal windmill in +it; this, in short, sir, is the contents of your panegyric.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But what the devil have I done, to set you thus against me?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Only this, sir: I was the foolish rascally fellow that was with +Moody, and your worship was he to whom I was to bring his daughter.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But how could I know this? I am no witch.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> No, I'll be sworn for you, you are no conjurer. Will you go, +sir?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Will you hear my justification?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Shall I see the back of you? speak not a word in your defence.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Shoves him.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> This is the strangest luck now——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I'm resolved this devil of his shall never weary me; I will +overcome him, I will invent something that shall stand good in spite of +his folly. Let me see—</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lord.</i></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Here he is—I must venture on him, for the tyranny of this +old lady is unsupportable; since I have made her my confident, there +passes not an hour, but she passes a pull at my purse-strings; I shall +be ruined if I do not quit myself of her suddenly: I find, now, by sad<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[53]</a></span> +experience, that a mistress is much more chargeable than a wife, and +after a little time too, grows full as dull and insignificant.—Mr +Warner! have you a mind to do yourself a courtesy, and me another?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I think, my lord, the question need not be much disputed, for I +have always had a great service for your lordship, and some little +kindness for myself.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> What if you should propose mistress Christian as a wife to your +master? You know he's never like to compass t'other.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I cannot tell that, my lord.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Five hundred pounds are yours at the day of marriage.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Five hundred pounds! 'tis true, the temptation is very sweet and +powerful; the devil, I confess, has done his part, and many a good +murder and treason have been committed at a cheaper rate; but +yet——</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> What yet?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> To confess the truth, I am resolved to bestow my master upon +that other lady (as difficult as your lordship thinks it), for the +honour of my wit is engaged in it: Will it not be the same to your +lordship, were she married to any other?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> The very same.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Come, my lord, not to dissemble with you any longer, I know +where it is that your shoe wrings you: I have observed something in the +house, betwixt some parties that shall be nameless: And know, that you +have been taking up linen at a much dearer rate, than you might have had +it in any draper's in town.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[54]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I see I have not danced in a net before you.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> As for that old lady, whom hell confound, she is the greatest +jilt in nature; cheat is her study; all her joy to cozen; she loves +nothing but herself; and draws all lines to that corrupted centre.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I have found her out, though late: First, I'll undertake I ne'er +enjoyed her niece under the rate of five hundred pounds a-time; never +was woman's flesh held up so high: Every night I find out for a new +maidenhead, and she has sold it me as often as ever Mother Temple, +Bennet, or Gifford, have put off boiled capons for quails and +partridges.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> This is nothing to what bills you'll have when she's brought to +bed, after her hard bargain, as they call it; then crammed capons, +pea-hens, chickens in the grease, pottages, and fricasees, wine from +Shatling, and La-fronds, with New River, clearer by sixpence the pound +than ever God Almighty made it; then midwife—dry nurse—wet +nurse—and all the rest of their accomplices, with cradle, +baby-clouts, and bearing-clothes—possets, caudles, broths, +jellies, and gravies; and behind all these, glisters, suppositers, and a +barbarous apothecary's bill, more inhuman than a tailor's.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I sweat to think on't.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Well, my lord, cheer up! I have found a way to rid you of it +all; within a short time you shall know more; yonder appears a young +lady, whom I must needs speak with; please you go in, and prepare the +old lady and your mistress.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Good luck, and five hundred pounds attend thee.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Millisent</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span> <i>above</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I am resolved I'll never marry him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[55]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> So far you are right, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> But how to hinder it, I cannot possibly tell; for my father +presses me to it, and will take no denial: Would I knew some way!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Madam, I'll teach you the very nearest, for I have just now +found it out.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Are you there, Mr Littleplot?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Studying to deserve thee, Rose, by my diligence for thy lady; I +stand here, methinks, just like a wooden Mercury, to point her out the +way to matrimony.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Or, serving-man like, ready to carry up the hot meat for your +master, and then to fall upon the cold yourself.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I know not what you call the cold, but I believe I shall find +warm work on't: In the first place, then, I must acquaint you, that I +have seemingly put off my master, and entered myself into Sir John's +service.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Most excellent!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> And thereupon, but base——</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Something he would tell us; but see what luck's here!</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> How now, sirrah? Are you so great there already?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I find my father's jealous of him still.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Sir, I was only teaching my young lady a new song, and if you +please you shall hear it.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">SINGS.</span> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i1"><i>Make ready, fair lady, to-night,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And stand at the door below;</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>For I will be there,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>To receive you with care,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And to your true love you shall go.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[56]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Ods bobs, this is very pretty.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Ay, so is the lady's answer too, if I could but hit on't.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">SINGS.</span> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i1"><i>And when the stars twinkle so bright,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Then down to the door will I creep;</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>To my love will I fly,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>E'er the jealous can spy,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And leave my old daddy asleep.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Bodikins, I like not that so well, to cozen her old father: it +may be my own case another time.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Oh, madam! yonder's your persecutor returned.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I'll into my chamber, to avoid the sight of him as long as I +can. Lord! that my old doating father should throw me away upon such an +<i>ignoramus</i>, and deny me to such a wit as Sir Martin.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Mill.</span><i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span> <i>from above</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> O, son! here has been the most villainous tragedy against you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> What tragedy? Has there been any blood shed since I went?</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> No blood shed: but, as I told you, a most damnable tragedy.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> A tragedy! I'll be hanged if he does not mean a stratagem.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Jack sauce! if I say it is a tragedy, it shall be a tragedy, in +spite of you; teach your grandam how to piss. What! I hope I am old +enough to spout English with you, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> But what was the reason you came not after me?<span class="pagenum"><a +name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[57]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> 'Twas well I did not; I'll promise you, there were those would +have made bold with mistress Bride; and if she had stirred out of doors, +there were whipsters abroad, i'faith, padders of maidenheads, that would +have trussed her up, and picked the lock of her affections, ere a man +could have said, what's this? But, by good luck, I had warning of it by +a friend's letter.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> The remedy for all such dangers is easy; you may send for a +parson, and have the business despatched at home.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> A match, i'faith; do you provide a <i>domine</i>, and I'll go tell +her our resolutions, and hearten her up against the day of battle.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Now I think on't, this letter must needs come from Sir +Martin; a plot of his, upon my life, to hinder our marriage.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I see, sir, you'll still mistake him for a wit; but I'm much +deceived, if that letter came not from another hand.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> From whom, I pr'ythee?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Nay, for that you shall excuse me, sir; I do not love to make a +breach between persons, that are to be so near related.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Thou seemest to imply, that my mistress was in the plot.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Can you make a doubt on't? Do you not know she ever loved him, +and can you hope she has so soon forsaken him? You may make yourself +miserable, if you please, by such a marriage.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> When she is once mine, her virtue will secure me.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Her virtue!</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> What, do you make a mock on't?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Not I; I assure you, sir, I think it no such jesting matter.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Why, is she not honest?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[58]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Yes, in my conscience is she; for Sir Martin's tongue's no +slander.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> But does he say to the contrary?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> If one would believe him,—which, for my part, I do +not,—he has in a manner confessed it to me.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Hell and damnation!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Courage, sir, never vex yourself; I'll warrant you 'tis all a +lie.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> But, how shall I be sure 'tis so?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> When you are married, you'll soon make trial, whether she be a +maid or no.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I do not love to make that experiment at my own cost.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Then you must never marry.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Ay, but they have so many tricks to cheat a man, which are +entailed from mother to daughter through all generations; there's no +keeping a lock for that door, for which every one has a key.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> As, for example, their drawing up their breaths, with—oh! +you hurt me, can you be so cruel? then, the next day, she steals a visit +to her lover, that did you the courtesy beforehand, and in private tells +him how she cozened you; twenty to one but she takes out another lesson +with him, to practise the next night.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> All this while, miserable I must be their May-game!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Tis well, if you escape so; for commonly he strikes in with +you, and becomes your friend.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Deliver me from such a friend, that stays behind with my +wife, when I gird on my sword to go abroad.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Ay, there's your man, sir; besides, he will be sure to watch +your haunts, and tell her of them, that, if occasion be, she may have +wherewithal to recriminate: at least she will seem to be jealous of you;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[59]</a></span> +and who would suspect a jealous wife?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> All manner of ways I am most miserable.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> But, if she be not a maid when you marry her, she may make a +good wife afterwards; 'tis but imagining you have taken such a man's +widow.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> If that were all; but the man will come and claim her again.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Examples have been frequent of those that have been wanton, and +yet afterwards take up.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Ay, the same thing they took up before.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> The truth is, an honest simple girl, that's ignorant of all +things, maketh the best matrimony: There is such pleasure in instructing +her; the best is, there's not one dunce in all the sex; such a one with +a good fortune——</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Ay, but where is she, Warner?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Near enough, but that you are too far engaged.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Engaged to one, that hath given me the earnest of cuckoldom +beforehand!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What think you then of Mrs Christian here in the house? There's +five thousand pounds, and a better penny.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Ay, but is she fool enough?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> She's none of the wise virgins, I can assure you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Dear Warner, step into the next room, and inveigle her out +this way, that I may speak to her.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Remember, above all things, you keep this wooing secret; if it +takes the least wind, old Moody will be sure to hinder it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[60]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Dost thou think I shall get her aunt's consent?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Leave that to me.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Warn</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> How happy a man shall I be, if I can but compass this! and +what a precipice have I avoided! then the revenge, too, is so sweet, to +steal a wife under her father's nose, and leave 'em in the lurch, who +have abused me; well, such a servant as this Warner is a jewel.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span> <i>and Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Christian</span> <i>to him</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> There she is, sir; now I'll go to prepare her aunt.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Sweet mistress, I am come to wait upon you.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Truly you are too good to wait on me.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> And in the condition of a suitor.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> As how, forsooth?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> To be so happy as to marry you.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> O Lord, I would not marry for any thing!</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Why? 'tis the honest end of womankind.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Twenty years hence, forsooth: I would not lie in bed with a man +for a world, their beards will so prickle one.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Pah!—What an innocent girl it is, and very child! I +like a colt that never yet was backed; for so I shall make her what I +list, and mould her as I will. Lord! her innocence makes me laugh my +cheeks all wet. [<i>Aside.</i>]—Sweet lady——</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I'm but a gentlewoman, forsooth.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Well then, sweet mistress, if I get your friends' consent, +shall I have yours?</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> My old lady may do what she will, forsooth; but by my truly, I +hope she will have more care of me, than to marry me yet. Lord bless me, +what should I do with a husband?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[61]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Well, sweetheart, then instead of wooing you, I must woo my +old lady.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Indeed, gentleman, my old lady is married already: Cry you mercy, +forsooth, I think you are a knight.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Happy in that title, only to make you a lady.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Believe me, Mr Knight, I would not be a lady; it makes folks +proud, and so humorous, and so ill huswifes, forsooth.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Pah!—she's a baby, the simplest thing that ever yet I +knew: the happiest man I shall be in the world; for should I have my +wish, it should be to keep school, and teach the bigger girls, and here, +in one, my wish it is absolved.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> By your leave, sir: I hope this noble knight will make you +happy, and you make him—</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> What should I make him?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Sighing.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Marry, you shall make him happy in a good wife.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I will not marry, madam.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> You fool!</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Pray, madam, let me speak with you; on my soul, 'tis the +prettiest innocentest thing in the world.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Indeed, sir, she knows little besides her work, and her +prayers; but I'll talk with the fool.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Deal gently with her, dear madam.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Come, Christian, will you not marry this noble knight?</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> Ye—ye—yes——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Sobbingly.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Sir, it shall be to night.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> This innocence is a dowry beyond all price.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt old Lady and Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Christian</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[62]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin</span> <i>to Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>, <i>musing</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> You are very melancholy, methinks, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> You are mistaken, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> You may dissemble as you please, but Mrs Millisent lies at +the bottom of your heart.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> My heart, I assure you, has no room for so poor a trifle.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Sure you think to wheedle me; would you have me imagine you +do not love her?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Love her! why should you think me such a sot? love a +prostitute, an infamous person!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Fair and soft, good Sir John.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> You see, I am no very obstinate rival, I leave the field +free to you: Go on, sir, and pursue your good fortune, and be as happy +as such a common creature can make thee.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> This is Hebrew-Greek to me; but I must tell you, sir, I will +not suffer my divinity to be prophaned by such a tongue as yours.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Believe it; whate'er I say, I can quote my author for.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Then, sir, whoever told it you, lied in his throat, d'ye +see, and deeper than that, d'ye see, in his stomach, and his guts, d'ye +see: Tell me she's a common person! he's a son of a whore that said it, +and I'll make him eat his words, though he spoke 'em in a privy-house.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> What if Warner told me so? I hope +you'll grant him to be a competent judge in such a business.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Did that precious rascal say it?—Now I think on't, +I'll not believe you: In fine, sir, I'll hold you an even wager he +denies it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I'll lay you ten to one, he justifies it to your face.<span class="pagenum"><a +name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[63]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I'll make him give up the ghost under my fist, if he does +not deny it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I'll cut off his ears upon the spot, if he does not stand +to't.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Here he comes, in pudding-time, to resolve the +question:—Come hither, you lying varlet, hold up your hand at the +bar of justice, and answer me to what I shall demand.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What-a-goodjer is the matter, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Thou spawn of the old serpent, fruitful in nothing but in +lies!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> A very fair beginning this.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Didst thou dare to cast thy venom upon such a saint as Mrs +Millisent, to traduce her virtue, and say it was adulterate?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Not guilty, my lord.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I told you so.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> How, Mr Rascal! have you forgot what you said but now +concerning Sir Martin and Mrs Millisent? I'll stop the lie down your +throat, if you dare deny it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Say you so! are you there again, i'faith?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Pray pacify yourself, sir; 'twas a plot of my own devising.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Leave off your winking and your pinking, with a hose-pox +t'ye. I'll understand none of it; tell me in plain English the truth of +the business; for an you were my own brother, you should pay for it: +Belie my mistress! what a pox, d'ye think I have no sense of honour?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What the devil's the matter w'ye? Either be at quiet, or I'll +resolve to take my heels, and begone.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Stop thief, there! what, did you think to 'scape the hand of +justice? [<i>Lays hold on him.</i>] The best on't is, sirrah, your heels are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[64]</a></span> +not altogether so nimble as your tongue.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Beats him.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Help! Murder! Murder!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Confess, you rogue, then.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Hold your hands, I think the devil's in you,—I tell you +'tis a device of mine.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> And have you no body to devise it on but my mistress, the +very map of innocence?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Moderate your anger, good Sir Martin.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> By your patience, sir, I'll chastise him abundantly.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> That's a little too much, sir, by your favour, to beat him +in my presence.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> That's a good one, i'faith; your presence shall hinder me +from beating my own servant?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> O traitor to all sense and reason! he's going to discover that +too.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> An I had a mind to beat him to mummy, he's my own, I hope.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> At present, I must tell you, he's mine, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Hey-day! here's fine juggling!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Stop yet, sir, you are just upon the brink of a precipice.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> What is't thou mean'st now?—O Lord! my mind misgives +me, I have done some fault; but would I were hanged if I can find it +out.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> There's no making him understand me.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Pox on't, come what will, I'll not be faced down with a lie; +I say, he is my man.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Pray remember yourself better; did not you turn him away for +some fault lately, and laid a livery of black and blue on his back, +before he went?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> The devil of any fault, or any black and blue, that I +remember: Either the rascal put some trick upon you, or you would upon +me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[65]</a></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> O ho, then it seems the cudgelling and turning away were +pure invention; I am glad I understand it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> In fine, its all so damned a lie——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Alas! he has forgot it, sir; good wits, you know, have bad +memories.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> No, no, sir, that shall not serve your turn; you may return +when you please to your old master; I give you a fair discharge, and a +glad man I am to be so rid of you: Were you thereabouts, i'faith? What a +snake I had entertained in my bosom! Fare you well, sir, and lay your +next plot better between you, I advise you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Lord, sir, how you stand, as you were nipped i'the head! Have +you done any new piece of folly, that makes you look so like an ass?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Here's three pieces of gold yet, if I had the heart to offer +it thee.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Holds the gold afar off, trembling.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Noble sir, what have I done to deserve so great a liberality? I +confess, if you had beaten me for my own fault, if you had utterly +destroyed all my projects, then it might have been expected, that ten or +twenty pieces should have been offered by way of recompence or +satisfaction.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Nay, an you be so full of your flouts, your friend and +servant; who the devil could tell the meaning of your signs and tokens, +an you go to that?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You are no ass then?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Well, sir, to do you service, d'ye see, I am an ass in a +fair way; will that satisfy you?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> For this once produce those three pieces; I am contented to +receive that inconsiderable tribute; or make 'em six, and I'll take the +fault upon myself.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[66]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Are we friends then? If we are, let me advise +you——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Yet advising!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> For no harm, good Warner: But pray next time make me of your +council, let me enter into the business, instruct me in every point, and +then if I discover all, I am resolved to give over affairs, and retire +from the world.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Agreed, it shall be so; but let us now take breath a while, then +on again. take breath a while, then on again.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">For though we had the worst, those heats are past;</span> + <span class="i0">We'll whip and spur, and fetch him up at last.</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT V. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lord, Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>, <i>Mistress</i> <span class="smcap">Christian</span>, +<span class="smcap">Rose</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Your promise is admirably made good to me, that Sir John Swallow +should be this night married to Mrs Christian; instead of that, he is +more deeply engaged than ever with old Moody.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I cannot help those ebbs and flows of fortune.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe</i>. I am sure my niece suffers most in't; he's come off to her +with a cold compliment of a mistake in his mistress's virtue, which he +has now found out, by your master's folly, to be a plot of yours to +separate them.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> To be forsaken, when a woman has given her consent!</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> 'Tis the same scorn, as to have a town rendered up, and +afterwards slighted.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[67]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> You are a sweet youth, sir, to use my lady so, when she depended +on you; is this the faith of a valet de chambre? I would be ashamed to +be such a dishonour to my profession; it will reflect upon us in time; +we shall be ruined by your good example.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> As how, my dear lady embassadress?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Why, they say the women govern their ladies, and you govern us: +So if you play fast and loose, not a gallant will bribe us for our good +wills; the gentle guinea will now go to the ordinary, which used as duly +to steal into our hands at the stair-foot, as into Mr Doctor's at +parting.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Night's come, and I expect your promise.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe</i>. Fail with me if you think good, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> I give no more time.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> And if my mistress go to bed a maid to-night—</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Hey-day! you are dealing with me, as they do with the bankrupts, +call in all your debts together; there's no possibility of payment at +this rate, but I'll coin for you all as fast as I can, I assure you.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> But you must not think to pay us with false money, as you +have done hitherto.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Leave off your mountebank tricks with us, and fall to your +business in good earnest.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Faith, and I will, Rose; for, to confess the truth, I am a kind +of mountebank; I have but one cure for all your diseases, that is, that +my master may marry Mrs Millisent, for then Sir John Swallow will of +himself return to Mrs Christian.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> He says true, and therefore we must all be helping to that +design.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I'll put you upon something, give me but a thinking time. In the +first place, get a warrant and bailiffs to arrest Sir John Swallow upon +a promise of marriage to Mrs Christian.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[68]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Very good.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> We'll all swear it.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I never doubted your ladyship in the least, madam—for the +rest we will consider hereafter.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Leave this to us.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Ex. Lord, Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Chr</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Rose, where's thy lady?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> [<i>above.</i>] What have you to say to her?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Only to tell you, madam, I am going forward in the great work of +projection.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I know not whether you will deserve my thanks when the work's +done.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Madam, I hope you are not become indifferent to my master?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> If he should prove a fool, after all your crying up his wit, I +shall be a miserable woman.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> A fool! that were a good jest, i'faith: but how comes your +ladyship to suspect it?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I have heard, madam, your greatest wits have ever a touch of +madness and extravagance in them, so perhaps has he.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> There's nothing more distant than wit and folly; yet, like east +and west, they may meet in a point, and produce actions that are but a +hair's breadth from one another.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I'll undertake he has wit enough to make one laugh at him a +whole day together: He's a most comical person.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> For all this, I will not swear he is no fool; he has still +discovered all your plots.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> O, madam, that's the common fate of your Machiavelians; they +draw their designs so subtle, that their very fineness breaks +them.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[69]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> However, I'm resolved to be on the sure side: I will have +certain proof of his wit, before I marry him.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Madam, I'll give you one; he wears his clothes like a great +sloven, and that's a sure sign of wit; he neglects his outward parts; +besides, he speaks French, sings, dances, plays upon the lute.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Does he do all this, say you?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Most divinely, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I ask no more; then let him give me a serenade immediately; but +let him stand in view, I'll not be cheated.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> He shall do't, madam:—-But how, the devil knows; for he +sings like a screech-owl, and never touched the lute.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> You'll see't performed?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Now I think on't, madam, this will but retard our enterprise.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Either let him do't, or see me no more.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Well, it shall be done, madam; but where's your father? will not +he overhear it?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> As good hap is, he's below stairs, talking with a seaman, that +has brought him news from the East Indies.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What concernment can he have there?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> He had a bastard son there, whom he loved extremely: but not +having any news from him these many years, concluded him dead; this son +he expects within these three days.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> When did he see him last?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Not since he was seven years old.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> A sudden thought comes into my head, to make him appear before +his time; let my master pass for him, and by that means he may come into +the house unsuspected by your father, or his rival.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[70]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> According as he performs his serenade, I'll talk with +you——make haste——I must retire a little.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i><span class="smcap">Mill</span>. <i>from above</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I'll instruct him most rarely, he shall never be found out; but, +in the mean time, what wilt thou do for a serenade?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Faith, I am a little non-plus'd on the sudden; but a warm +consolation from thy lips, Rose, would set my wits a working again.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Adieu, Warner.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Inhuman Rose, adieu!—Blockhead Warner, into what a +premunire hast thou brought thyself; this 'tis to be so forward to +promise for another;—but to be godfather to a fool, to promise and +vow he should do any thing like a Christian—</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin Mar-all</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Why, how now, bully, in a brown study? For my good, I +warrant it; there's five shillings for thee. What! we must encourage +good wits sometimes.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Hang your white pelf: Sure, sir, by your largess, you mistake me +for Martin Parker, the ballad-maker; your covetousness has offended my +muse, and quite dulled her.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> How angry the poor devil is! In fine, thou art as choleric +as a cook by a fireside.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I am overheated, like a gun, with continual discharging my wit: +'Slife, sir, I have rarified my brains for you, 'till they are +evaporated; but come, sir, do something for yourself like a man: I have +engaged you shall give to your mistress a serenade in your proper +person: I'll borrow a lute for you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I'll warrant thee I'll do't, man.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You never learned: I do not think you know one stop.<span class="pagenum"><a +name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[71]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> 'Tis no matter for that, sir; I'll play as fast as I can, +and never stop at all.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Go to, you are an invincible fool, I see. Get up into your +window, and set two candles by you; take my landlord's lute in your +hand, and fumble on it, and make grimaces with your mouth, as if you +sung; in the mean time, I'll play in the next room in the dark, and +consequently your mistress, who will come to her balcony over against +you, will think it to be you; and at the end of every tune, I'll ring +the bell that hangs between your chamber and mine, that you may know +when to have done.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Why, this is fair play now, to tell a man beforehand what he +must do; gramercy, i'faith, boy, now if I fail thee——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> About your business, then, your mistress and her maid appear +already: I'll give you the sign with the bell when I am prepared, for my +lute is at hand in the barber's shop.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Millisent</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>, <i>with a candle by<br /> them, above</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> We shall have rare music.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I wish it prove so; for I suspect the knight can neither play +nor sing.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> But if he does, you are bound to pay the music, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I'll not believe it, except both my ears and eyes are witnesses.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> But 'tis night, madam, and you cannot see him; yet he may play +admirably in the dark.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Where's my father?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> You need not fear him, he's still employed with that same +seaman; and I have set Mrs Christian to watch their discourse, that, +betwixt her and me, Warner may have wherewithal to instruct his +master.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[72]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> But yet there's fear my father will find out the plot.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Not in the least; for my old lady has provided two rare +disguises for the master and the man.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Peace, I hear them beginning to tune the lute.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> And see, madam, where your true knight, +Sir Martin, is placed yonder like Apollo, with his +lute in his hand, and his rays about his head. [<span class="smcap">Sir +Martin</span> <i>appears at the adverse window; a tune is played; +when it is done</i>, <span class="smcap">Warner</span> <i>rings, and</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Martin</span> +<i>holds</i>.] Did he not play most excellently, Madam?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> He played well, and yet methinks he held +his lute but untowardly.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Dear madam, peace; now for the song.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">THE SONG<a name="FNanchor_A_2" id="FNanchor_A_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a>.</span> + <span class="i4"><i>Blind love, to this hour,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Had never, like me, a slave under his power:</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Then blest be the dart,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>That he threw at my heart;</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>For nothing can prove</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>A joy so great, as to be wounded with love.</i></span> +</div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i4"><i>My days, and my nights,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Are filled to the purpose with sorrows and frights:</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>From my heart still I sigh,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>And my eyes are ne'er dry;</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>So that, Cupid be praised,</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[73]</a></span> + <span class="i1"><i>I am to the top of love's happiness raised.</i></span> +</div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i4"><i>My soul's all on fire,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>So that I have the pleasure to doat and desire:</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Such a pretty soft pain,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>That it tickles each vein;</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>'Tis the dream of a smart,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Which makes me breathe short, when it beats at my heart.</i></span> +</div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i4"><i>Sometimes, in a pet,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>When I am despised, I my freedom would get:</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>But strait a sweet smile</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Does my anger beguile,</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>And my heart does recal;</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Then the more I do struggle, the lower I fall.</i></span> +</div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i4"><i>Heaven does not impart</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Such a grace, as to love, unto every ones heart;</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>For many may wish</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>To be wounded, and miss:</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>Then blest be loves fire,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And more blest her eyes, that first taught me desire.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>The Song being done</i>, <span class="smcap">Warner</span> <i>rings again; but</i> <span class="smcap">Sir +Martin</span> <i>continues fumbling, and gazing on his Mistress</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> A pretty humoured song. But stay, methinks he plays and sings +still, and yet we cannot hear him. Play louder, Sir Martin, that we may +have the fruits on't.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> [<i>Peeping</i>.] Death! this abominable fool will spoil all +again. Damn him, he stands making his grimaces yonder; and he looks so +earnestly upon his mistress, that he hears me not.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Rings again.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Ah, ah! have I found you out, sir? Now, as I live and breathe, +this is pleasant: Rose, his man played and sung for him, and he, it +seems, did not know when he should give over.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Mill.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span> +<i>laugh.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[74]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> They have found him out, and laugh yonder, as if they would +split their sides. Why, Mr Fool, Oaf, Coxcomb, will you hear none of +your names?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Sir Martin, Sir Martin, take your man's counsel, and keep time +with your music.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> [<i>Peeping.</i>] Hah! What do you say, madam? How does your +ladyship like my music?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> O most heavenly! just like the harmony of the spheres, that is +to be admired, and never heard.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You have ruined all, by your not leaving off in time.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> What the devil would you have a man do, when my hand is in! +Well, o'my conscience, I think there is a fate upon me.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Noise within.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Look, Rose, what's the matter.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> 'Tis Sir John Swallow pursued by the bailiffs, madam, according +to our plot; it seems they have dogged him thus late to his lodging.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> That's well; for though I begin not to love this fool, yet I am +glad I shall be rid of him.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Mill.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir John</span>, <i>pursued by three Bailiffs over the stage.</i></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Now I'll redeem all again; my mistress shall see my valour, +I'm resolved on't. Villains, rogues, poltroons! What? three upon one? In +fine, I'll be with you immediately.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Why, sir, are you stark mad? have you no grain of sense left? +He's gone! now is he as earnest in the quarrel as Cokes among the +puppets; 'tis to no purpose whatever I do for him.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[75]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir John</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Martin</span> (<i>having driven +away the Bailiffs</i>); <span class="smcap">Sir Martin</span> <i>flourishes his +sword</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Victoria! Victoria! What heart, Sir John? you have received +no harm, I hope?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Not the least; I thank you, sir, for your timely assistance, +which I will requite with any thing, but the resigning of my mistress. +Dear Sir Martin, a goodnight.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Pray let me wait upon you in, Sir John.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I can find my way to Mrs Millisent without you, sir, I thank +you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But pray, what were you to be arrested for?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I know no more than you; some little debts perhaps I left +unpaid by my negligence: Once more, good night, sir.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> He's an ungrateful fellow; and so, in fine, I shall tell him +when I see him next—Monsieur——</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.</p> + +<p>Warner, <i>a propos</i>! I hope you'll applaud me now. I have defeated the +enemy, and that in sight of my mistress; boy, I have charmed her, +i'faith, with my valour.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Ay, just as much as you did e'en now with your music; go, you +are so beastly a fool, that a chiding is thrown away upon you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Fool in your face, sir; call a man of honour fool, when I +have just achieved such an enterprise—Gad, now my blood's up, I am +a dangerous person, I can tell you that, Warner.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Poor animal, I pity thee!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I grant I am no musician, but you must allow me for +a swordsman: I have beat them bravely; and, in fine, I am come off<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[76]</a></span> +unhurt, save only a little scratch in the head.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> That's impossible; thou hast a skull so thick, no sword can +pierce it; but much good may it do you, sir, with the fruits of your +valour: You rescued your rival, when he was to be arrested, on purpose +to take him off from your mistress.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Why, this is ever the fate of ingenious men; nothing thrives +they take in hand.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Sir Martin, you have done your business with my lady, she'll +never look upon you more; she says, she's so well satisfied of your wit +and courage, that she will not put you to any further trial.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Warner, is there no hopes, Warner?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> None that I know.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Let's have but one civil plot more before we part.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Tis to no purpose.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Yet, if he had some golden friends, that would engage for him +the next time——</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Here's a Jacobus and a Carolus will enter into bonds for me.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I'll take their royal words for once.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>She fetches two disguises.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> The meaning of this, dear Rose?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> 'Tis in pursuance of thy own invention, Warner; a child which +thy wit hath begot upon me: But let us lose no time. Help! help! dress +thy master, that he may be Anthony, old Moody's bastard, and thou his, +come from the East Indies.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Hey-tarock it—now we shall have Rose's device too; I +long to be at it, pray let's hear more on it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[77]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Old Moody, you must know, in his younger years, when he was a +Cambridge-scholar, made bold with a townsman's daughter there, by whom +he had a bastard, whose name was Anthony, whom you, Sir Martin, are to +represent.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I warrant you; let me alone for Tony: But pray go on, Rose.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> This child, in his father's time, he durst not own, but bred him +privately in the isle of Ely, till he was seven years old, and from +thence sent him with one Bonaventure, a merchant, for the East Indies.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> But will not this over-burden your memory, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> There's no answering thee any thing; thou thinkest I am good +for nothing.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Bonaventure died at Surat within two years, and this Anthony has +lived up and down in the Mogul's country, unheard of by his father till +this night, and is expected within these three days: Now if you can pass +for him, you may have admittance into the house, and make an end of all +the business before the other Anthony arrives.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> But hold, Rose, there's one considerable point omitted; what was +his mother's name?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> That indeed I had forgot; her name was Dorothy, daughter to one +Draw-water, a vintner at the Rose.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Come, sir, are you perfect in your lesson? Anthony Moody, born +in Cambridge, bred in the isle of Ely, sent into the Mogul's country at +seven years old, with one Bonaventure, a merchant, who died within two +years; your mother's name Dorothy Draw-water, the vintner's daughter at +the Rose.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I have it all <i>ad unguem</i>—what! do'st think I'm a sot? +But stay a little,——how have I lived all this while in that +same country?<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[78]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What country?—Pox, he has forgot already!</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> The Mogul's country.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Ay, ay, the Mogul's country. What the devil, any man may +mistake a little; but now I have it perfect: But what have I been doing +all this while in the Mogul's country?—He's a heathen rogue, I am +afraid I shall never hit upon his name.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Why, you have been passing your time there no matter how.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Well, if this passes upon the old man, I'll bring your business +about again with my mistress, never fear it; stay you here at the door, +I'll go tell the old man of your arrival.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Well, sir, now play your part exactly, and I'll forgive all your +former errors.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Hang them, they were only slips of youth. How peremptory and +domineering this rogue is, now he sees I have need of his service! Would +I were out of his power again, I would make him lie at my feet like any +spaniel.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>, <i>Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>, <i>Lord</i>, <i>Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe, Millisent, Christian</span>, +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Is he here already, say'st thou? Which is he?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> That sun-burned gentleman.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> My dear boy, Anthony, do I see thee again before I die? Welcome, +welcome.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> My dear father, I know it is you by instinct; for, methinks, +I am as like you, as if I were spit out of your mouth.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Keep it up, I beseech your lordship.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside to the Lord.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> He's wonderous like indeed.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> The very image of him.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Anthony, you must salute all this company: This is my Lord<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[79]</a></span> +Dartmouth, this my Lady Dupe, this her niece Mrs Christian.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>He salutes them.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> And that's my sister; methinks I have a good resemblance of +her too: Honest sister, I must needs kiss you, sister.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> This fool will discover himself; I foresee it already by his +carriage to her.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> And now, Anthony, pray tell us a little of your travels.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Time enough for that, forsooth, father; but I have such a +natural affection for my sister, that, methinks, I could live and die +with her: Give me thy hand, sweet sister.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> She's beholden to you, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> What if she be, sir? what's that to you, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I hope, sir, I have not offended you?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> It may be you have, and it may be you have not, sir; you see +I have no mind to satisfy you, sir: What a devil! a man cannot talk a +little to his own flesh and blood, but you must be interposing, with a +murrain to you.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Enough of this, good Anthony; this gentleman is to marry your +sister.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> He marry my sister! Ods foot, sir, there are some bastards, +that shall be nameless, that are as well worthy to marry her, as any +man; and have as good blood in their veins.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I do not question it in the least, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> 'Tis not your best course, sir; you marry my sister! what +have you seen of the world, sir? I have seen your hurricanos, and your +calentures, and your ecliptics, and your tropic lines, sir, an you go to +that, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You must excuse my master; the sea's a little working in his +brain, sir.<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[80]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart</i>. And your Prester Johns of the East Indies, and your great +Turk of Rome and Persia.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Lord, what a thing it is to be learned, and a traveller! +Bodikin, it makes me weep for joy; but, Anthony, you must not bear +yourself too much upon your learning, child.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Pray, brother, be civil to this gentleman for my sake.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> For your sake, sister Millisent, much may be done, and here +I kiss your hand on it.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Yet again, stupidity?</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Nay, pray, brother, hands off; now you are too rude.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Dear sister, as I am a true East India +gentleman——</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> But pray, son Anthony, let us talk of other matters; and tell me +truly, had you not quite forgot me? And yet I made woundy much of you, +when you were young.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I remember you as well as if I saw you but yesterday: A fine +grey-headed—grey-bearded old gentleman, as ever I saw in all my +life.</p> + +<p><i>Warn. aside.</i>] Grey-bearded old gentleman! when he was a scholar at +Cambridge!</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> But do you remember where you were bred up?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> O yes, sir, most perfectly, in the isle—stay—let +me see, oh—now I have it—in the isle of Scilly.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> In the Isle of Ely, sure you mean?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Without doubt, he did, sir; but this damn'd isle of Scilly runs +in his head, ever since his sea voyage.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> And your mother's name was—come, pray let me examine +you—for that, I'm sure, you cannot forget.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Warner! what was it, Warner?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Poor Mrs Dorothy Draw-water, if she were now alive, what a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[81]</a></span> +joyful day would this be to her!</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Who the devil bid you speak, sirrah?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Her name, sir, was Mrs Dorothy Draw-water.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I'll be hanged if this be not some cheat.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> He makes so many stumbles, he must needs fall at last.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> But you remember, I hope, where you were born?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Well, they may talk what they will of Oxford for an university, +but Cambridge for my money.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Hold your tongue, you scanderbag rogue you; this is the second +time you have been talking when you should not.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I was born at Cambridge; I remember it as perfectly as if it +were but yesterday.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> How I sweat for him! he's remembering ever since he was born.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> And who did you go over with to the East-Indies?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Warner!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> 'Twas a happy thing, sir, you lighted upon so honest a merchant +as Mr Bonaventure, to take care of him.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Saucy rascal! This is past all sufferance.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> We are undone, Warner, if this discourse go on any further.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Pray, sir, take pity on the poor gentleman; he has more need of +a good supper, than to be asked so many questions.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> These are rogues, sir, I plainly perceive it; pray let me +ask him one question—Which way did you come home, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> We came home by land, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> That is, from India to Persia, from Persia to Turkey, from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[82]</a></span> +Turkey to Germany, from Germany to France.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> And from thence, over the narrow seas on horse-back.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> 'Tis so, I discern it now; but some shall +smoke for it. Stay a little, Anthony, I'll be with +you presently.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Mood.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> That wicked old man is gone for no good, +I'm afraid; would I were fairly quit of him.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mill. aside.</i>] Tell me no more of Sir Martin, Rose; he wants natural +sense, to talk after this rate: but for this Warner, I am strangely +taken with him; how handsomely he brought him off!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>, <i>with two cudgels</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Among half a score tough cudgels I had in my chamber, I have +made choice of these two, as best able to hold out.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Alas! poor Warner must be beaten now, for all his wit; would I +could bear it for him!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> But to what end is all this preparation, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> In the first place, for your worship, and in the next, for this +East-India apostle, that will needs be my son Anthony.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Why, d'ye think he is not?</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> No, thou wicked accomplice in his designs, I know he is not.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Who, I his accomplice? I beseech you, sir, what is it to me, if +he should prove a counterfeit? I assure you he has cozened me in the +first place.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> That's likely, i'faith, cozen his own servant!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> As I hope for mercy, sir, I am an utter stranger to him; he +took me up but yesterday, and told me the story, word for word, as he +told it you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[83]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> What will become of us two now? I trust to the rogue's wit +to bring me off.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> If thou wouldst have me believe thee, take one of these two +cudgels, and help me to lay it on soundly.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> With all my heart.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Out, you cheat, you hypocrite, you impostor! Do you come hither +to cozen an honest man?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Beats him.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Hold, hold, sir!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Do you come hither, with a lye, to get a father, Mr Anthony of +East India?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Hold, you inhuman butcher!</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I'll teach you to counterfeit again, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> The rogue will murder me.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Mart.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> A fair riddance of 'em both: Let's in and laugh at 'em.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter again Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Was there ever such an affront put upon a man, to be beaten +by his servant?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> After my hearty salutations upon your backside, sir, may a man +have leave to ask you, what news from the Mogul's country?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I wonder where thou hadst the impudence to move such a +question to me, knowing how thou hast used me.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Now, sir, you may see what comes of your indiscretion and +stupidity: I always give you warning of it; but, for this time, I am +content to pass it without more words, partly, because I have already<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[84]</a></span> +corrected you, though not so much as you deserve.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Do'st thou think to carry it off at this rate, after such an +injury?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You may thank yourself for't; nay, 'twas very well I found out +that way, otherwise I had been suspected as your accomplice.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> But you laid it on with such a vengeance, as if you were +beating of a stock-fish.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> To confess the truth on't, you had angered me, and I was willing +to evaporate my choler; if you will pass it by so, I may chance to help +you to your mistress: No more words of this business, I advise you, but +go home and grease your back.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> In fine, I must suffer it at his hands: for if my shoulders +had not paid for this fault, my purse must have sweat blood for't: The +rogue has got such a hank upon me——</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> So, so! here's another of our vessels come in, after the storm +that parted us.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</p> + +<p>What comfort, Rose? no harbour near?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> My lady, as you may well imagine, is most extremely incensed +against Sir Martin; but she applauds your ingenuity to the skies. I'll +say no more, but thereby hangs a tale.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I am considering with myself about a plot, to bring all +about again.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Yet again plotting! if you have such a mind to't, I know no way +so proper for you, as to turn poet to Pugenello.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Hark! is not that music in your house?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Music plays.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Yes, Sir John has given my mistress the fiddles, and our old man +is as jocund yonder, and does so hug himself, to think how he has been +revenged upon you!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[85]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Why, he does not know 'twas me, I hope?</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> 'Tis all one for that.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I have such a plot!—I care not, I will speak, an I +were to be hanged for't. Shall I speak, dear Warner? let me now; it does +so wamble within me, just like a clyster, i'faith la, and I can keep it +no longer, for my heart.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Well, I am indulgent to you; out with it boldly, in the name of +nonsense.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> We two will put on vizards, and with the help of my +landlord, who shall be of the party, go a mumming there, and by some +device of dancing, get my mistress away, unsuspected by them all.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> What if this should hit now, when all your projects have failed, +Warner?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Would I were hanged, if it be not somewhat probable: Nay, now I +consider better on't—exceedingly probable; it must take, 'tis not +in nature to be avoided.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> O must it so, sir! and who may you thank for't?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Now am I so mad he should be the author of this device! How the +devil, sir, came you to stumble on't?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Why should not my brains be as fruitful as yours, or any +man's?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> This is so good, it shall not be your plot, sir; either disown +it, or I will proceed no further.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I would not lose the credit of my plot, to gain my mistress: +The plot's a good one, and I'll justify it upon any ground in England; +an you will not work upon't, it shall be done without you.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I think the knight has reason.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[86]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Well, I'll order it however to the best advantage: Hark you, +Rose.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Whispers.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> If it miscarry by your ordering, take notice, 'tis your +fault; 'tis well invented, I'll take my oath on't.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> I must into them, for fear I should be suspected; but I'll +acquaint my lord, my old lady, and all the rest, who ought to know it, +with your design.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> We'll be with you in a twinkling: You and I, Rose, are to follow +our leaders, and be paired to night.——</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> To have, and to hold, are dreadful words, Warner; but, for your +sake, I'll venture on 'em.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE III.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lord, Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Christian</span>.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Nay! good my lord, be patient.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Does he think to give fiddles and treatments in a house, where +he has wronged a lady? I'll never suffer it.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> But upon what ground will you raise your quarrel?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> A very just one,—as I am her kinsman.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> He does not know yet why he was to be arrested; try that way +again.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I'll hear of nothing but revenge.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Yes, pray hear me one word, my lord; Sir Martin himself has made +a plot.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> That's like to be a good one.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> A fool's plot may be as lucky as a fool's handsel; 'tis a very +likely one, and requires nothing for your part, but to get a parson in +the next room; we'll find work for him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[87]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> That shall be done immediately; Christian, make haste, and +send for Mr Ball, the non-conformist; tell him, here are two or three +angels to be earned.</p> + +<p><i>Chr.</i> And two or three possets to be eaten: May I not put in that, +madam?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Surely you may.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Chr.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> Then for the rest—'tis only this—Oh! they are here! +pray take it in a whisper: My lady knows of it already.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Moody</span>, <i>Sir</i> <span class="smcap">John</span>, <i>and Mrs</i> <span class="smcap">Millisent</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Strike up again, fiddle, I'll have a French dance.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Let's have the brawls.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> No, good sir John, no quarrelling among friends.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> Your company is like to be increased, sir; some neighbours, +that heard your fiddles, are come a mumming to you.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Let them come in, and we'll be jovy; an I had but my hobby-horse +at home——</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> What, are they men, or women?</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> I believe some 'prentices broke loose.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Rose, go, and fetch me down two Indian gowns and +vizard-masks——you and I will disguise too, and be as good a +mummery to them, as they to us.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rose.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> That will be most rare.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin Mar-all, Warner</span>, <i>Landlord, disguised like a Tony</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> O here they come! Gentlemen maskers, you are +welcome—[<span class="smcap">Warner</span> <i>signs to the music for a dance</i>.] He signs for a +dance, I believe; you are welcome. Mr Music, strike up; I'll make one, +as old as I am.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[88]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> And I'll not be out.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Dance.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Gentlemen maskers, you have had your frolic, the next turn is +mine; bring two flute-glasses and some stools, ho! we'll have the +ladies' healths.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> But why stools, my lord?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> That you shall see: the humour is, that two men at a time are +hoisted up: when they are above, they name their ladies, and the rest of +the company dance about them while they drink: This they call the frolic +of the altitudes.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Some highlander's invention, I'll warrant it.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Gentlemen-maskers, you shall begin.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>They hoist Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Mart.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Warn.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> They point to Mrs Millisent and Mrs Christian, <i>A Lou's +touche! touche!</i><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>While they drink, the company dances and sings: They are taken down.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> A rare toping health this: Come, Sir John, now you and I will be +in our altitudes.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> What new device is this, trow?</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> I know not what to make on't.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>When they are up, the company dances<br /> +about them: They dance off. Tony dances a jigg.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><br /><i>Sir John.</i> Pray, Mr Fool, where's the rest of your company? I would +fain see 'em again.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To Tony.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Come down, and tell them so, Cudden.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I'll be hanged if there be not some plot in it, and this +fool is set here to spin out the time.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Like enough! undone! undone! my daughter's gone! let me down, +sirrah.</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> Yes, Cudden.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> My mistress is gone, let me down first.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[89]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> This is the quickest way, Cudden.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>He offers to pull down the stools.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Hold! hold! or thou wilt break my neck.</p> + +<p><i>Land.</i> An you will not come down, you may stay there, Cudden.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit Landlord, dancing.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> O scanderbag villains!</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Is there no getting down?</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> All this was long of you, Sir Jack.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> 'Twas long of yourself, to invite them hither.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> O you young coxcomb, to be drawn in thus!</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> You old Scot you, to be caught so sillily!</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Come but an inch nearer, and I'll so claw thee.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I hope I shall reach to thee.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> An 'twere not for thy wooden breast-work there——</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I hope to push thee down from Babylon.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Lord, Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Dupe</span>, <i>Sir</i> <span class="smcap">Martin, Warner, Rose, Millisent</span> <i>veiled, +and Landlord</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> How, gentlemen! what, quarrelling among yourselves!</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Cox-nowns! help me down, and let me have fair play; he shall +never marry my daughter.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> [<i>Leading</i> <span class="smcap">Rose.</span>] No, I'll be sworn that he shall not; +therefore never repine, sir, for marriages, you know, are made in +heaven; in fine, sir, we are joined together in spite of fortune.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> [<i>Pulling off her mask.</i>] That we are, indeed, Sir Martin, and +these are witnesses; therefore, in fine, never repine, sir, for +marriages, you know, are made in heaven.</p> + +<p><i>Omn.</i> Rose!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[90]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> What, is Rose split in two? Sure I have +got one Rose!</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Ay, the best Rose you ever got in all your life.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Pulls off her mask.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> This amazeth me so much, I know not what to say, or think.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> My daughter married to Warner!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> Well, I thought it impossible that any man in England should +have over-reached me: Sure, Warner, there is some mistake in this: +Pr'ythee, Billy, let's go to the parson to make all right again, that +every man have his own, before the matter go too far.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Well, sir! for my part, I will have nothing farther to do with +these women, for, I find, they will be too hard for us; but e'en sit +down by the loss, and content myself with my hard fortune: But, madam, +do you ever think I will forgive you this, to cheat me into an estate of +two thousand pounds a-year?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> An I were as thee, I would not be so served, Warner.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> I have served him but right, for the cheat he put upon me, when +he persuaded me you were a wit——now, there's a trick for +your trick, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Nay, I confess you have outwitted me.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> Let me down, and I'll forgive all freely.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>They let him down.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> What am I kept here for?</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> I might in policy keep you there, till your daughter and I had +been in private, for a little consummation: But for once, sir, I'll +trust your good nature.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Takes him down too.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> An thou wert a gentleman, it would not grieve me.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> That I was assured of before I married him, +by my lord here.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[91]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I cannot refuse to own him for my kinsman, though his father's +sufferings in the late times have ruined his fortunes.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> But yet he has been a serving man.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> You are mistaken, sir, I have been a master; and, besides, there +is an estate of eight hundred pounds a year, only it is mortgaged for +six thousand pounds.</p> + +<p><i>Mood.</i> Well, we'll bring it off; and, for my part, I am glad my +daughter has missed <i>in fine</i> there.</p> + +<p><i>Sir John.</i> I will not be the only man that must sleep without a +bed-fellow to-night, if this lady will once again receive me.</p> + +<p><i>L. Dupe.</i> She's yours, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> And the same parson, that did the former execution, is still in +the next chamber; what with candles, wine, and quidding, which he has +taken in abundance, I think he will be able to wheedle two more of you +into matrimony.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> Poor Sir Martin looks melancholy! I am half afraid he is in +love.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> Not with the lady that took him for a wit, I hope.</p> + +<p><i>Rose.</i> At least, Sir Martin can do more than you, Mr Warner; for he can +make me a lady, which you cannot my mistress.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Mart.</i> I have lost nothing but my man, and, in fine, I shall get +another.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> You'll do very well, Sir Martin, for you'll never be your own +man, I assure you.</p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> For my part, I had loved you before, if I had followed my +inclination.</p> + +<p><i>Mill.</i> But now I am afraid you begin of the latest, except your love +can grow up, like a mushroom, at a night's warning.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[92]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Warn.</i> For that matter, never trouble yourself; I can love as fast as +any man, when I am nigh possession; my love falls heavy, and never moves +quick till it comes near the centre; he's an ill falconer, that will +unhood before the quarry be in sight.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">Love's an high-mettled hawk that beats the air,</span> + <span class="i2">But soon grows weary when the game's not near.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2><a name="EPILOGUE" id="EPILOGUE"></a>EPILOGUE.</h2> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">As country vicars, when the sermon's done,</span> + <span class="i2">Run headlong to the benediction;</span> + <span class="i2">Well knowing, though the better sort may stay,</span> + <span class="i2">The vulgar rout will run unblest away:</span> + <span class="i2">So we, when once our play is done, make haste</span> + <span class="i2">With a short epilogue to close your taste.</span> + <span class="i2">In thus withdrawing, we seem mannerly;</span> + <span class="i2">But, when the curtain's down, we peep, and see</span> + <span class="i2">A jury of the wits, who still stay late,</span> + <span class="i2">And in their club decree the poor play's fate;</span> + <span class="i2">Their verdict back is to the boxes brought,</span> + <span class="i2">Thence all the town pronounces it their thought.</span> + <span class="i2">Thus, gallants, we, like Lilly, can foresee;</span> + <span class="i2">But if you ask us what our doom will be,</span> + <span class="i2">We by to-morrow will our fortune cast,</span> + <span class="i2">As he tells all things when the year is past.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> + +<p class="center"><b>THE</b></p> + +<h2><a name="THE_TEMPEST" id="THE_TEMPEST"></a>TEMPEST.</h2> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>OR, THE</b></span></p> + +<h2><b>ENCHANTED ISLAND.</b></h2> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>A</b></span></p> + +<p class="center"><b>COMEDY.</b></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97"></a></span></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h2>THE TEMPEST.</h2> + +<p>In this alteration of the "Tempest," Dryden acknowledges his obligation +to Sir William Davenant, whom he extols for his quick and piercing +imagination. Sir William was the son of an inn-keeper in Oxford, whose +house was frequented by our immortal Shakespeare; and hence an +ill-founded tradition ascribed to him a paternal interest in young +Davenant: But this slander on Shakespeare's moral character has been +fully refuted in the Prolegomena to Johnson and Steevens' edition of his +plays. Davenant was appointed poet laureat upon the death of Ben Jonson. +During the civil wars, he distinguished himself on the royal side, was +lieutenant-general of ordnance to the earl of Newcastle, and was +knighted by Charles at the siege of Gloucester. He was afterwards much +trusted by Henrietta, the queen-dowager; and was finally made prisoner +by an English man of war, in attempting to convey a colony of loyalists +to Virginia. After a long captivity in the Tower, he was liberated +through the intercession of the lord-keeper, Whitelocke; the wisest and +most temperate of the counsellors of the ruling power. Through his +countenance, Sir William was protected, or connived at, in bringing +forward certain interludes and operas, even during the rigid sway of +fanaticism. After the restoration, he became manager of a company of +players, called the duke of York's servants, in distinction to the +king's company, which was directed by Killigrew. He introduced upon the +stage much pomp in dress, scenery, and decoration, as if to indemnify +the theatrical muses for the poor shifts to which they had been reduced +during the usurpation. Sir William Davenant died in 1668, at the age of +63.</p> + +<p>"Gondibert," his greatest performance, incurred, when first published, +more ridicule, and in latter times more neglect, than its merits +deserve. An epic poem, in elegiac stanzas, must always be tedious, +because no structure of verse is more unfavourable to narration than +that which almost peremptorily requires each sentence to be restricted, +or protracted, to four lines. But the liveliness of Davenant's +imagination, which Dryden has pointed out as his most striking +attribute, has illuminated even the dull and dreary path which he has +chosen; and perhaps few poems afford more instances of vigorous +conceptions, and even felicity of expression, than the neglected +"Gondibert.<a name="FNanchor_A_3" id="FNanchor_A_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_3" class="fnanchor">[C]</a>"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99"></a></span></p> + +<p>The alteration of the Tempest was Davenant's last work; and it seems to +have been undertaken, chiefly, with a view to give room for scenical +decoration. Few readers will think the play much improved by the +introduction of the sea-language, which Davenant had acquired during the +adventurous period of his life. Nevertheless, the ludicrous contest +betwixt the sailors, for the dukedom and viceroyship of a barren island, +gave much amusement at the time, and some of the expressions were long +after proverbial<a name="FNanchor_A_4" id="FNanchor_A_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_4" class="fnanchor">[D]</a>. Much cannot be said for Davenant's ingenuity, in +contrasting the character of a woman, who had never seen a man, with +that of a man, who had never seen a woman, or in inventing a sister +monster for Caliban. The majestic simplicity of Shakespeare's plan is +injured by thus doubling his characters; and his wild landscape is +converted into a formal parterre, where "each alley has its brother." In +sketching characters drawn from fancy, and not from observation, the +palm of genius must rest with the first inventor; others are but +copyists, and a copy shews no where to such disadvantage as when placed +by the original. Besides, although we are delighted with the feminine +simplicity of Miranda, it becomes unmanly childishness in Hippolito; and +the premature coquetry of Dorinda is disgusting, when contrasted with +the maidenly purity that chastens the simplicity of Shakespeare's +heroine. The latter seems to display, as it were by instinct, the innate +dignity of her sex; the former, to shew, even in solitude, the germ of +those vices, by which, in a voluptuous age, the female character becomes +degraded. The wild and savage character of Caliban is also sunk into low +and vulgar buffoonery.</p> + +<p>Dryden has not informed us of the share he had in this alteration: +It was probably little more than the care of adapting it to +the stage. The prologue is one of the most masterly tributes ever +paid at the shrine of Shakespeare.</p> + +<p>From the epilogue, the Tempest appears to have been acted in +1667. Although Dryden was under engagements to the king's +company, this play was performed by the duke's servants, probably +because written in conjunction with Davenant, their manager. +It was not published until 1670.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE.</h2> + +<p>The writing of prefaces to plays was probably invented by some very +ambitious poet, who never thought he had done enough: Perhaps by some +ape of the French eloquence, which uses to make a business of a letter +of gallantry, an examen of a farce; and, in short, a great pomp and +ostentation of words on every trifle. This is certainly the talent of +that nation, and ought not to be invaded by any other. They do that out +of gaiety, which would be an imposition<a name="FNanchor_A_5" id="FNanchor_A_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_5" class="fnanchor">[E]</a> upon us.</p> + +<p>We may satisfy ourselves with surmounting them in the scene, and safely +leave them those trappings of writings, and flourishes of the pen, with +which they adorn the borders of their plays, and which are indeed no +more than good landscapes to a very indifferent picture. I must proceed +no farther in this argument, lest I run myself beyond my excuse for +writing this. Give me leave, therefore, to tell you, reader, that I do +not set a value on any thing I have written in this play, but out +of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[100]</a></span> gratitude to the memory of Sir William Davenant, who did me the +honour to join me with him in the alteration of it.</p> + +<p>It was originally Shakespeare's; a poet for whom he had particularly a +high veneration, and whom he first taught me to admire. The play itself +had formerly been acted with success in the Black Friars: And our +excellent Fletcher had so great a value for it, that he thought fit to +make use of the same design, not much varied, a second time. Those, who +have seen his "Sea-Voyage," may easily discern that it was a copy of +Shakespeare's "Tempest:" The storm, the desert island, and the woman who +had never seen a man, are all sufficient testimonies of it. But Fletcher +was not the only poet who made use of Shakespeare's plot: Sir John +Suckling, a professed admirer of our author, has followed his footsteps +in his "Goblins;" his <i>Regmella</i> being an open imitation of +Shakespeare's <i>Miranda</i>, and his spirits, though counterfeit, yet are +copied from <i>Ariel</i>. But Sir William Davenant, as he was a man of a +quick and piercing imagination, soon found that somewhat might be added +to the design of Shakespeare, of which neither Fletcher nor Suckling had +ever thought: And, therefore, to put the last hand to it, he designed +the counter-part to Shakespeare's plot, namely, that of a man who had +never seen a woman; that by this means those two characters of innocence +and love might the more illustrate and commend each other. This +excellent contrivance he was pleased to communicate to me, and to desire +my assistance in it. I confess, that from the very first moment it so +pleased me, that I never writ any thing with more delight. I must<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[101]</a></span> +likewise do him that justice to acknowledge, that my writing received +daily his amendments; and that is the reason why it is not so faulty, as +the rest which I have done, without the help or correction of so +judicious a friend. The comical parts of the sailors were also of his +invention, and, for the most part, his writing, as you will easily +discover by the style. In the time I writ with him, I had the +opportunity to observe somewhat more nearly of him, than I had formerly +done, when I had only a bare acquaintance with him: I found him then of +so quick a fancy, that nothing was proposed to him, on which he could +not suddenly produce a thought, extremely pleasant and surprising: and +those first thoughts of his, contrary to the old Latin proverb, were not +always the least happy. And as his fancy was quick, so likewise were the +products of it remote and new. He borrowed not of any other; and his +imagination's were such as could not easily enter into any other man. +His corrections were sober and judicious: and he corrected his own +writings much more severely than those of another man, bestowing twice +the time and labour in polishing, which he used in invention. It had +perhaps been easy enough for me to have arrogated more to myself than +was my due, in the writing of this play, and to have passed by his name +with silence in the publication of it, with the same ingratitude which +others have used to him, whose writings he hath not only corrected, as +he hath done this, but has had a greater inspection over them, and +sometimes added whole scenes together, which may as easily be +distinguished from the rest, as true gold from counterfeit, by the +weight. But, besides the unworthiness of the action, which deterred me +from it, (there being nothing so base as to rob the dead of his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[102]</a></span> +reputation,) I am satisfied I could never have received so much honour, +in being thought the author of any poem, how excellent soever, as I +shall from the joining my imperfections with the merit and name of +Shakespeare and Sir William Davenant.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">John Dryden.</span></p> + +<p><i>December 1. 1669.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2>PROLOGUE.</h2> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">As when a tree's cut down, the secret root</span> + <span class="i2">Lives under ground, and thence new branches shoot;</span> + <span class="i2">So, from old Shakespeare's honoured dust, this day</span> + <span class="i2">Springs up and buds a new-reviving play:</span> + <span class="i2">Shakespeare, who (taught by none) did first impart</span> + <span class="i2">To Fletcher wit, to labouring Jonson art.</span> + <span class="i2">He, monarch-like, gave those, his subjects, law;</span> + <span class="i2">And is that nature which they paint and draw.</span> + <span class="i2">Fletcher reached that which on his heights did grow,</span> + <span class="i2">Whilst Jonson crept, and gathered all below.</span> + <span class="i2">This did his love, and this his mirth, digest:</span> + <span class="i2">One imitates him most, the other best.</span> + <span class="i2">If they have since outwrit all other men,</span> + <span class="i2">'Tis with the drops which fell from Shakespeare's pen,</span> + <span class="i2">The storm, which vanished on the neighbouring shore,</span> + <span class="i2">Was taught by Shakespeare's Tempest first to roar.</span> + <span class="i2">That innocence and beauty, which did smile</span> + <span class="i2">In Fletcher, grew on this enchanted isle.</span> + <span class="i2">But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;</span> + <span class="i2">Within that circle none durst walk but he.</span> + <span class="i2">I must confess 'twas bold, nor would you now</span> + <span class="i2">That liberty to vulgar wits allow,</span> + <span class="i2">Which works by magic supernatural things:</span> + <span class="i2">But Shakespeare's power is sacred as a king's.</span> + <span class="i2">Those legends from old priesthood were received,</span> + <span class="i2">And he then writ, as people then believed.</span> + <span class="i2">But if for Shakespeare we your grace implore,</span> + <span class="i2">We for our theatre shall want it more:</span> + <span class="i2">Who, by our dearth of youths, are forced to employ</span> + <span class="i2">One of our women to present a boy;</span> + <span class="i2">And that's a transformation, you will say,</span> + <span class="i2">Exceeding all the magic in the play.</span> + <span class="i2">Let none expect, in the last act, to find</span> + <span class="i2">Her sex transformed from man to womankind.</span> + <span class="i2">Whate'er she was before the play began,</span> + <span class="i2">All you shall see of her is perfect man.</span> + <span class="i2">Or, if your fancy will be farther led</span> + <span class="i2">To find her woman—it must be a-bed.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2><a name="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE1" id="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE1"></a>DRAMATIS PERSONĘ.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <i>Duke of Savoy, and Usurper of the Dukedom +of Mantua</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span>, <i>his Son</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Prospero</span>, <i>right Duke of Milan</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>his Brother, Usurper of the Dukedom</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Gonzalo</span>, <i>a Nobleman of Savoy</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, <i>one that never saw woman, right Heir +of the Dukedom of Mantua</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Stephano</span>, <i>Master of the Ship</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mustacho</span>, <i>his Mate</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Trincalo</span>, <i>Boatswain</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ventoso</span>, <i>a Mariner</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Several Mariners</i>.</p> + +<p><i>A Cabin-Boy</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Miranda</span>, }<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">} <i>Daughters to</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span>, <i>that never saw man</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Dorinda</span>, }</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ariel</span>, <i>an airy Spirit, Attendant on</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Several Spirits, Guards to</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Caliban</span>, }<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">} <i>Two Monsters of the Isle</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Sycorax</span>, }<br /><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106"></a></span> +<i>his Sister</i>.</p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<p class="center"><b>THE</b></p> + +<h2><b>TEMPEST.</b></h2> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h3>ACT I. SCENE I.—</h3> + +<blockquote><p><i>The front of the stage is opened, and the band of twenty-four violins, +with the harpsicals and theorbos which accompany the voices, are placed +between the pit and the stage. While the overture is playing, the +curtain rises, and discovers a new frontispiece, joined to the great +pilasters, on each side of the stage. This frontispiece is a noble arch, +supported by large wreathed columns of the Corinthian order; the +wreathings of the columns are beautified with roses wound round them, +and several Cupids flying about them. On the cornice, just over the +capitals, sits on either side a figure, with a trumpet in one hand, and +a palm in the other, representing Fame. A little farther, on the same +cornice, on each side of a compass-pediment, lie a lion and a unicorn, +the supporters of the royal arms of England. In the middle of the arch +are several angels, holding the king's arms, as if they were placing +them in the midst of that compass-pediment. Behind this is the scene, +which represents a thick cloudy sky, a very rocky coast, and a +tempestuous sea in perpetual agitation. This tempest (supposed to be +raised by magick) has many dreadful objects in it, as several spirits +in horrid shapes flying down amongst the sailors, then rising and +crossing in the air. And when the ship is sinking, the whole house is +darkened, and a shower of fire falls upon them. This is accompanied with +lightning, and several claps of thunder, to the end of the storm.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[106]</a></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ventoso</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> What a sea comes in!</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> A foaming sea; we shall have foul weather.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> The scud comes against the wind, 'twill blow hard.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Boatswain!</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Here, master, what say you?</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Ill weather; let's off to sea.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Let's have sea room enough, and then let it blow the devil's +head off.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Boy! Boy!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Cabin Boy.</i></p> + +<p><i>Boy.</i> Yaw, yaw, here, master.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Give the pilot a dram of the bottle.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span> <i>and boy.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Mariners, and pass over the stage.</i></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Bring the cable to the capstorm.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>, <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Gonzalo</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Good boatswain, have a care; where's the master? Play the men.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Pray keep below.</p> + +<p><i>Anto.</i> Where's the master, boatswain?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Do you not hear him? You hinder us: Keep your cabins, you help +the storm.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[107]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> Nay, good friend, be patient.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Ay, when the sea is: Hence! what care these roarers for the +name of duke? To cabin; silence; trouble us not.</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> Good friend, remember whom thou hast aboard.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> None that I love more than myself: You are a counsellor; if you +can advise these elements to silence, use your wisdom: if yon cannot, +make yourself ready in the cabin for the ill hour. Cheerly, good hearts! +out of our way, sirs.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span> <i>and mariners</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks his complexion +is perfect gallows: stand fast, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope +of his destiny our cable, for our own does little advantage us; if he be +not born to be hanged, we shall be drowned.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Up aloft, lads. Come, reef both topsails.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Make haste, let's weigh, let's weigh, and off to sea.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i><span class="smcap">Steph.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter two Mariners, and pass over the stage.</i></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Hands down! Man your main capstorm.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ventoso</span> <i>at the other door</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Up aloft! and man your seere capstorm.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> My lads, my hearts of gold, get in your capstorm-bar. Hoa up, +hoa up!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ventoso.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Hold on well! hold on well! Nip well there; quarter-master, +get's more nippers.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Steph.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[108]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter two Mariners, and pass over again.</i></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Turn out, turn out all hands to capstorm. You dogs, is this a +time to sleep? Lubbord. Heave together, lads.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Trincalo</span> <i>whistles</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ventoso</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Must. within.</i> Our vial's broke.</p> + +<p><i>Vent. within.</i> 'Tis but our vial-block has given way. Come, heave, +lads! we are fixed again. Heave together, bullies.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Cut down the hammocks! cut down the hammocks! come, my lads: +Come, bullies, chear up! heave lustily. The anchor's apeak.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Is the anchor apeak?</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Is a weigh! is a weigh.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Up aloft, my lads, upon the fore-castle; cut the anchor, cut +him.</p> + +<p><i>All within.</i> Haul catt, haul catt, haul catt, haul: Haul catt, haul. +Below.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Aft, aft, and loose the mizen!</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Get the mizen-tack aboard. Haul aft mizen-sheet.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Loose the main-top sail!</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Let him alone, there's too much wind.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Loose fore-sail! haul aft both sheets! trim her right before +the wind. Aft! aft! lads, and hale up the mizen here.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> A mackrel-gale, master.</p> + +<p><i>Steph. within.</i> Port hard, port! the wind veers forward, bring the tack +aboard-port is. Starboard, starboard, a little steady; now steady, keep +her thus, no nearer you cannot come, 'till the sails are loose.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ventoso</span>.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[109]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Some hands down: The guns are loose.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Must</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Try the pump, try the pump.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Vent</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span> <i>at the other door</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> O master! six foot water in hold.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Clap the helm hard aweather! flat, flat, flat-in the fore-sheet +there.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Over-haul your fore-bowling.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Brace in the larboard.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> A curse upon this howling, [<i>A great cry within.</i>] They are +louder than the weather.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Gonzalo</span>.</p> + +<p>Yet again, what do you here? Shall we give over, and drown? Have you a +mind to sink?</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> A pox on your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable +dog.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Work you then, and be poxed.</p> + +<p><i>Anto.</i> Hang, cur, hang, you whorson insolent noise-maker! We are less +afraid to be drowned than you are.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Ease the fore-brace a little.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger +than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> For myself I care not, but your loss brings a thousand deaths to +me.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> O name not me, I am grown old, my son;</span> + <span class="i0">I now am tedious to the world, and that,</span> + <span class="i0">By use, is so to me: But, Ferdinand,</span> + <span class="i0">I grieve my subjects' loss in thee: Alas!</span> + <span class="i0">I grieve my subjects' loss in thee: Alas!</span> + <span class="i0">I suffer justly for my crimes, but why</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[110]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Thou should'st—O heaven!</span> + </div> +</div> +<p><span class="rightalign">[<i>A cry within.</i></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Hark! farewell, my son, a long farewell!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span>, <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ventoso</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> What, must our mouths be cold then?</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> All's lost. To prayers, to prayers.</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> The duke and prince are gone within to prayers. Let's assist +them.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Must.</i> Nay, we may e'en pray too, our</span> + <span class="i0">Case is now alike.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Mercy upon us! we split, we split!</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> Let's all sink with the duke, and the young prince.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> The ship is sinking.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>A new cry within.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Run her ashore!</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Luff! luff! or we are all lost! there's a rock upon the +starboard-bow.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> She strikes, she strikes! All shift for themselves.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.—</h3> + +<blockquote><p><i>In the midst of the shower of fire, the scene changes. The cloudy sky, +rocks, and sea vanish; and, when the lights return, discover that +beautiful part of the island, which was the habitation of</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span>: +<i>'Tis composed of three walks of cypress-trees; each side-walk leads to +a cave, in one of which</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span> <i>keeps his daughter, in the other</i> +<span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>: <i>The middle-walk is of great depth, and leads to an open part +of the island.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Miranda, where's your sister?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I left her looking from the pointed rock,</span> + <span class="i0">At the walk's end, on the huge beat of waters.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[111]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> It is a dreadful object.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> If by your art,</span> + <span class="i0">My dearest father, you have put them in</span> + <span class="i0">This roar, allay them quickly.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> I have so ordered,</span> + <span class="i0">That not one creature in the ship is lost:</span> + <span class="i0">I have done nothing but in care of thee,</span> + <span class="i0">My daughter, and thy pretty sister:</span> + <span class="i0">You both are ignorant of what you are,</span> + <span class="i0">Not knowing whence I am, nor that I'm more</span> + <span class="i0">Than Prospero, master of a narrow cell,</span> + <span class="i0">And thy unhappy father.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I ne'er endeavoured</span> + <span class="i0">To know more than you were pleased to tell me.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> I should inform thee farther.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> You often, sir, began to tell me what I am,</span> + <span class="i0">But then you stopt.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> The hour's now come;</span> + <span class="i0">Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember</span> + <span class="i0">A time, before we came into this cell?</span> + <span class="i0">I do not think thou canst, for then thou wert not</span> + <span class="i0">Full three years old.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Certainly I can, sir.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Tell me the image then of any thing,</span> + <span class="i0">Which thou dost keep in thy remembrance still.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Sir, had I not four or five women once, that tended me?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: What seest thou else,</span> + <span class="i0">In the dark back-ward, and abyss of time?</span> + <span class="i0">If thou rememberest aught, ere thou cam'st here,</span> + <span class="i0">Then how thou cam'st thou mayest remember too.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Sir, that I do not.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Fifteen years since, Miranda,</span> + <span class="i0">Thy father was the duke of Milan, and</span> + <span class="i0">A prince of power.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Sir, are not you my father?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[112]</a></span><br /></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thy mother was all virtue, and she said</span> + <span class="i0">Thou wast my daughter, and thy sister too.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> O heavens! what foul play had we, that</span> + <span class="i0">We hither came? or was't a blessing that we did?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Both, both, my girl.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> But, sir, I pray, proceed.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> My brother, and thy uncle, called Antonio,</span> + <span class="i0">To whom I trusted then the manage of my state,</span> + <span class="i0">While I was wrapped with secret studies,—that false uncle,</span> + <span class="i0">Having attained the craft of granting suits,</span> + <span class="i0">And of denying them; whom to advance,</span> + <span class="i0">Or lop, for over-topping,—soon was grown</span> + <span class="i0">The ivy, which did hide my princely trunk,</span> + <span class="i0">And sucked my verdure out: Thou attend'st not.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> O good sir, I do.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> I thus neglecting worldly ends, and bent</span> + <span class="i0">To closeness, and the bettering of my mind,</span> + <span class="i0">Waked in my false brother an evil nature: He did believe</span> + <span class="i0">He was indeed the duke, because he then</span> + <span class="i0">Did execute the outward face of sovereignty——</span> + <span class="i0">Do'st thou still mark me?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Your story would cure deafness.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> This false duke</span> + <span class="i0">Needs would be absolute in Milan, and confederate</span> + <span class="i0">With Savoy's duke, to give him tribute, and</span> + <span class="i0">To do him homage.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> False man!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> This duke of Savoy, being an enemy</span> + <span class="i0">To me inveterate, strait grants my brother's suit;</span> + <span class="i0">And on a night, mated to his design,</span> + <span class="i0">Antonio opened the gates of Milan, and</span> + <span class="i0">In the dead of darkness hurried me thence,</span> + <span class="i0">With thy young sister, and thy crying self.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[113]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> But wherefore did they not that hour destroy us?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> They durst not, girl, in Milan, for the love</span> + <span class="i0">My people bore me; in short, they hurried us</span> + <span class="i0">Away to Savoy, and thence aboard a bark at Nissa's port,</span> + <span class="i0">Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared</span> + <span class="i0">A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigged,</span> + <span class="i0">No tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats</span> + <span class="i0">Instinctively had quit it.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Alack! what trouble</span> + <span class="i0">Was I then to you?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thou and thy sister were</span> + <span class="i0">Two cherubims, which did preserve me: You both</span> + <span class="i0">Did smile, infused with fortitude from heaven.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> How came we ashore?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> By providence divine.</span> + <span class="i0">Some food we had, and some fresh water, which</span> + <span class="i0">A nobleman of Savoy, called Gonzalo,</span> + <span class="i0">Appointed master of that black design,</span> + <span class="i0">Gave us; with rich garments, and all necessaries,</span> + <span class="i0">Which since have steaded much; And of his gentleness</span> + <span class="i0">(Knowing I loved my books) he furnished me,</span> + <span class="i0">From mine own library, with volumes, which</span> + <span class="i0">I prize above my dukedom.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Would I might see that man!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Here in this island we arrived, and here</span> + <span class="i0">Have I your tutor been. But by my skill</span> + <span class="i0">I find, that my mid-heaven doth depend</span> + <span class="i0">On a most happy star, whose influence</span> + <span class="i0">If I now court not, but omit, my fortunes</span> + <span class="i0">Will ever after droop: Here cease more questions;</span> + <span class="i0">Thou art inclined to sleep: 'Tis a good dulness,</span> + <span class="i0">And give it way; I know thou can'st not chuse.</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>She falls asleep.</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[114]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Come away, my spirit: I am ready now; approach,</span> + <span class="i0">My Ariel, come.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> All hail, great master, grave</span> + <span class="i0">Sir, hail! I come to answer thy best pleasure,</span> + <span class="i0">Be it to fly, to swim, to shoot into the fire,</span> + <span class="i0">To ride into the curled clouds; to thy strong bidding</span> + <span class="i0">Task Ariel, and all his qualities.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Hast thou, spirit, performed to point</span> + <span class="i0">The tempest, that I bade thee?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> To every article.</span> + <span class="i0">I boarded the duke's ship; now on the beak,</span> + <span class="i0">Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin,</span> + <span class="i0">I flamed amazement; and sometimes I seemed</span> + <span class="i0">To burn in many places; on the top-mast,</span> + <span class="i0">The yards, and bow-sprit, I did flame distinctly;</span> + <span class="i0">Nay, once I rained a shower of fire upon them.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> My brave spirit!—</span> + <span class="i0">Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil</span> + <span class="i0">Did not infect his reason?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Not a soul,</span> + <span class="i0">But felt a fever of the mind, and played</span> + <span class="i0">Some tricks of desperation; all,</span> + <span class="i0">But mariners, plunged in the foaming brine,</span> + <span class="i0">And quit the vessel: The duke's son, Ferdinand,</span> + <span class="i0">With hair upstaring, (more like reeds than hair)</span> + <span class="i0">Was the first man that leaped; cried, <i>Hell is empty!</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And all the devils are here!</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Why, that's my spirit!—</span> + <span class="i0">But, was not this nigh shore?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Close by, my master.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> But, Ariel, are they safe?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Not a hair perished.</span> + <span class="i0">In troops I have dispersed them round this isle:</span> + <span class="i0">The duke's son I have landed by himself,</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[115]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Whom I have left warming the air with sighs,</span> + <span class="i0">In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,</span> + <span class="i0">His arms enfolded in this sad knot.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Say how thou hast disposed the mariners</span> + <span class="i0">Of the duke's ship, and all the rest o'the fleet?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Safely in harbour</span> + <span class="i0">Is the duke's ship; in the deep nook, where once</span> + <span class="i0">Thou called'st me up, at midnight, to fetch dew</span> + <span class="i0">From the still vexed Bermoothes, there she's hid;</span> + <span class="i0">The mariners all under hatches stowed;</span> + <span class="i0">Whom, with a charm, joined to their suffered labour,</span> + <span class="i0">I have left asleep: And for the rest o'the fleet,</span> + <span class="i0">Which I dispersed, they all have met again,</span> + <span class="i0">And are upon the Mediterranean float,</span> + <span class="i0">Bound sadly home for Italy;</span> + <span class="i0">Supposing that they saw the duke's ship wrecked,</span> + <span class="i0">And his great person perish.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Ariel, thy charge</span> + <span class="i0">Exactly is performed: But there's more work;—</span> + <span class="i0">What is the time o'the day?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Past the mid season.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> At least two glasses.</span> + <span class="i0">The time 'tween six and now must by us both</span> + <span class="i0">Be spent most preciously.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Is there more toil?</span> + <span class="i0">Since thou dost give me pains, let me remember</span> + <span class="i0">Thee what thou hast promised, which is not yet</span> + <span class="i0">Performed me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> How now, moody!</span> + <span class="i0">What is't thou canst demand?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> My liberty.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Before the time be out?—no more!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> I pr'ythee,</span> + <span class="i0">Remember I have done thee faithful service;</span> + <span class="i0">Told thee no lies; made thee no mistakings;</span> + <span class="i0">Served without or grudge, or grumblings;</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[116]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Thou didst promise to bate me a full year.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Dost thou forget</span> + <span class="i0">From what a torment I did free thee?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> No.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the ooze</span> + <span class="i0">Of the salt deep;</span> + <span class="i0">To run against the sharp wind of the north;</span> + <span class="i0">To do my business in the veins of the earth,</span> + <span class="i0">When it is baked with frost.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> I do not, sir.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thou liest, malignant thing!—Hast thou forgot</span> + <span class="i0">The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,</span> + <span class="i0">Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> No, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Thou hast! Where was she born? Speak, tell me.</p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Sir, in Argier.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Oh, was she so!—I must,</span> + <span class="i0">Once every month, recount what thou hast been,</span> + <span class="i0">Which thou forgettest. This damned Witch Sycorax,</span> + <span class="i0">For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries</span> + <span class="i0">Too terrible to enter human hearing,</span> + <span class="i0">From Argier, thou know'st, was banished:</span> + <span class="i0">But, for one thing she did,</span> + <span class="i0">They would not take her life.—Is not this true?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Ay, sir.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child,</span> + <span class="i0">And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,</span> + <span class="i0">As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;</span> + <span class="i0">And, 'cause thou wast a spirit too delicate</span> + <span class="i0">To act her earthy and abhorred commands,</span> + <span class="i0">Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,</span> + <span class="i0">By help of her more potent ministers,</span> + </div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[117]</a></span> + + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">(In her unmitigable rage) into a cloven pine;</span> + <span class="i0">Within whose rift imprisoned, thou didst painfully</span> + <span class="i0">Remain a dozen years, within which space she died,</span> + <span class="i0">And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,</span> + <span class="i0">As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this isle</span> + <span class="i0">(Save for two brats, which she did litter here,</span> + <span class="i0">The brutish Caliban, and his twin-sister,</span> + <span class="i0">Two freckled hag-born whelps) not honoured with</span> + <span class="i0">A human shape.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Yes; Caliban her son, and Sycorax his sister.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Dull thing! I say so.—He,</span> + <span class="i0">That Caliban, and she, that Sycorax,</span> + <span class="i0">Whom I now keep in service. Thou best know'st</span> + <span class="i0">What torment I did find thee in; thy groans</span> + <span class="i0">Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts</span> + <span class="i0">Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment</span> + <span class="i0">To lay upon the damned, which Sycorax</span> + <span class="i0">Could ne'er again undo: It was my art,</span> + <span class="i0">When I arrived and heard thee, that made the pine</span> + <span class="i0">To gape, and let thee out.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> I thank thee, master.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> If thou more murmurest, I will rend an oak,</span> + <span class="i0">And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till thou</span> + <span class="i0">Hast howled away twelve winters more.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Pardon, master;</span> + <span class="i0">I will be correspondent to command,</span> + <span class="i0">And be a gentle spirit.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Do so; and after two days I'll discharge thee.</p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Thanks, my great master. But I have yet one request.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> What's that, my spirit?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> I know that this day's business is important,</span> + </div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[118]</a></span></p> + + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Requiring too much toil for one alone.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">I have a gentle spirit for my love,</span> + <span class="i0">Who, twice seven years has waited for my freedom:</span> + <span class="i0">Let it appear, it will assist me much,</span> + <span class="i0">And we with mutual joy shall entertain</span> + <span class="i0">Each other. This, I beseech you, grant me.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> You shall have your desire.</p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> That's my noble master.—Milcha!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Milcha</span> <i>flies down to his assistance.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Milc.</i> I am here, my love.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Thou art free! Welcome, my dear!—</span> + <span class="i0">What shall we do? Say, say, what shall we do?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible</span> + <span class="i0">To every eye-ball else. Hence, with diligence;</span> + <span class="i0">Anon thou shalt know more.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>They both fly up, and cross in the air.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Thou hast slept well, my child.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Mir.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> The sadness of your story put heaviness in me.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Shake it off.—Come on, I'll now call Caliban, my slave, +who never yields us a kind answer.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> 'Tis a creature, sir, I do not love to look on.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> But, as it is, we cannot miss him: He does make our fire, fetch +in our wood, and serve in offices that profit us.—What ho, slave! +Caliban! thou earth, thou, speak!</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> [<i>within.</i>] There's wood enough within.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thou poisonous slave! got by the devil himself</span> + <span class="i0">Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Caliban</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brushed with raven's feather +from unwholesome fens, drop on you both! A south-west wind blow on you, +and blister you all o'er!</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, +side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up: Urchins shall prick thee +till thou bleed'st: Thou shalt be pinched as thick as honey-combs,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[119]</a></span> +each pinch more stinging than the bees which made them.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> I must eat my dinner: This island's mine by Sycorax my mother, +which thou took'st from me. When thou earnest first, thou stroak'dst me, +and madest much of me; would'st give me water with berries in't, and +teach me how to name the bigger light, and how the less, that burn by +day and night; and then I loved thee, and showed thee all the qualities +of the isle, the fresh-springs, brine-pits, barren places, and fertile. +Cursed be I, that I did so! All the charms of Sycorax, toads, beetles, +bats, light on thee! for I am all the subjects that thou hast. I first +was mine own lord; and here thou stayest me in this hard rock, while +thou dost keep from me the rest o'the island.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness! I +have used thee, filth as thou art! with human care; and lodged thee in +mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate the honour of my +children.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> Oh, ho! oh, ho! would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me, +I had peopled else this isle with Calibans.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Abhorred slave! who ne'er wouldst any print of goodness take, +being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak, +taught thee each hour one thing or other: When thou didst not, savage! +know thy own meaning, but wouldst gabble like a thing most brutish, I +endowed thy purposes with words, which made them known.—But thy +wild race (though thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures +could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou deservedly pent up into +this rock. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[120]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> You taught me language; and my profit by it is, that I know to +curse. The red botch rid you for learning me your language!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Hag-seed, hence!</span> + <span class="i0">Fetch us in fuel, and be quick</span> + <span class="i0">To answer other business.—Shrug'st thou, malice!</span> + <span class="i0">If thou neglectest, or dost unwillingly</span> + <span class="i0">What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;</span> + <span class="i0">Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,</span> + <span class="i0">That beasts shall tremble at thy din.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Calib.</i> No, pr'ythee!</span> + <span class="i0">I must obey. His art is of such power,</span> + <span class="i0">It would controul my dam's god, Setebos,</span> + <span class="i0">And make a vassal of him.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> So, slave, hence!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Prosp.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Calib.</span> <i>severally</i>.</span></p> + +<p class="center"><br /><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Oh, sister! what have I beheld!</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> What is it moves you so?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> From yonder rock,</span> + <span class="i0">As I my eyes cast down upon the seas,</span> + <span class="i0">The whistling winds blew rudely on my face,</span> + <span class="i0">And the waves roared; at first, I thought the war</span> + <span class="i0">Had been between themselves, but straight I spied</span> + <span class="i0">A huge great creature.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> O, you mean the ship?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Is't not a creature then?—It seemed alive.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> But what of it?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> This floating ram did bear his horns above,</span> + <span class="i0">All tied with ribbands, ruffling in the wind:</span> + <span class="i0">Sometimes he nodded down his head a-while,</span> + <span class="i0">And then the waves did heave him to the moon,</span> + <span class="i0">He clambering to the top of all the billows;</span> + <span class="i0">And then again he curtsied down so low,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[121]</a></span> + <span class="i0">I could not see him: Till at last, all side-long,</span> + <span class="i0">With a great crack, his belly burst in pieces.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> There all had perished,</span> + <span class="i0">Had not my father's magic art relieved them.—</span> + <span class="i0">But, sister, I have stranger news to tell you:</span> + <span class="i0">In this great creature there were other creatures;</span> + <span class="i0">And shortly we may chance to see that thing,</span> + <span class="i0">Which you have heard my father call a man.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> But, what is that? For yet he never told me.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I know no more than you:—But I have heard</span> + <span class="i0">My father say, we women were made for him.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> What, that he should eat us, sister?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> No sure; you see my father is a man, and yet</span> + <span class="i0">He does us good. I would he were not old.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Methinks, indeed, it would be finer, if</span> + <span class="i0">We two had two young fathers.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> No, sister, no: If they were young, my father</span> + <span class="i0">Said, we must call them brothers.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> But, pray, how does it come, that we two are</span> + <span class="i0">Not brothers then, and have not beards like him?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Now I confess you pose me.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> How did he come to be our father too?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I think he found us when we both were little,</span> + <span class="i0">And grew within the ground.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Why could he not find more of us? Pray, sister,</span> + <span class="i0">Let you and I look up and down one day,</span> + <span class="i0">To find some little ones for us to play with.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Agreed; but now we must go in. This is</span> + <span class="i0">The hour wherein my father's charm will work,</span> + <span class="i0">Which seizes all who are in open air:</span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[122]</a></span> + <span class="i0">The effect of this great art I long to see,</span> + <span class="i0">Which will perform as much as magic can.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> And I, methinks, more long to see a man.</p> + +<p><span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT II. SCENE I.</h3> + +<blockquote><p><i>The scene changes to the wilder part of the Island. It is composed of +divers sorts of trees and barren places, with a prospect of the sea at a +great distance.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span>, <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ventoso</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> The runlet of brandy was a loving runlet, and floated after us +out of pure pity.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> This kind bottle, like an old acquaintance, swam after it. And +this scollop-shell is all our plate now.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Vent.</i> 'Tis well we have found something since we landed.</span> + <span class="i0">I pr'ythee fill a sup, and let it go round.—</span> + <span class="i0">Where hast thou laid the runlet?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Must.</i> In the hollow of an old tree.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Fill apace; we cannot live long in this barren island, and we +may take a sup before death, as well as others drink at our funerals.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> This is prize brandy; we steal custom, and it costs nothing. +Let's have two rounds more.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Master, what have you saved?</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Just nothing but myself.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> This works comfortably on a cold stomach.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Fill us another round.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Look! Mustacho weeps. Hang losses, as long as we have brandy +left!—Pr'ythee leave weeping.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[123]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> He sheds his brandy out of his eyes: He shall drink no more.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> This will be a doleful day with old Bess. She gave me a gilt +nutmeg at parting; that's lost too: But, as you say, hang losses! +Pr'ythee fill again.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Beshrew thy heart, for putting me in mind of thy wife; I had not +thought of mine else. Nature will shew itself, I must melt. I pr'ythee +fill again: My wife's a good old jade, and has but one eye left; but she +will weep out that too, when she hears that I am dead.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> 'Would you were both hanged, for putting me in thought of mine!</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> But come, master, sorrow is dry: There's for you again.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> A mariner had e'en as good be a fish as a man, but for the +comfort we get ashore. O! for an old dry wench, now I am wet.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Poor heart, that would soon make you dry again. But all is +barren in this isle: Here we may lie at hull, till the wind blow nor' +and by south, ere we can cry, a sail! a sail! a sight of a white apron: +And, therefore, here's another sup to comfort us.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> This isle's our own, that's our comfort; for the duke, the +prince, and all their train, are perished.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Our ship is sunk, and we can never get home again: We must e'en +turn savages, and the next that catches his fellow may eat him.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> No, no, let us have a government; for if we live well and +orderly, heaven will drive shipwrecks ashore to make us all rich: +Therefore let us carry good consciences, and not eat one another.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Whoever eats any of my subjects, I'll break out his teeth with +my sceptre; for I was master at sea, and will be duke on land: You, +Mustacho, have been my mate, and shall be my viceroy.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[124]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> When you are duke, you may chuse your viceroy; but I am a free +subject in a new plantation, and will have no duke without my voice: And +so fill me the other sup.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> [<i>whispering.</i>] Ventoso, dost thou hear, I will advance thee; +pr'ythee, give me thy voice.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> I'll have no whisperings to corrupt the election; and, to show +that I have no private ends, I declare aloud, that I will be viceroy, or +I'll keep my voice for myself.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Stephano, hear me! I will speak for the people, because there +are few, or rather none, in the isle, to speak for themselves. Know, +then, that to prevent the farther shedding of christian blood, we are +all content Ventoso shall be viceroy, upon condition I may be viceroy +over him. Speak, good people, are you well agreed? what, no man answer? +Well, you may take their silence for consent.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> You speak for the people, Mustacho! I'll speak for them, and +declare generally with one voice, one and all, that there shall be no +viceroy but the duke, unless I be he.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> You declare for the people, who never saw your face? Cold iron +shall decide it!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Both draw.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Hold, loving subjects! We will have no civil war during our +reign. I do hereby appoint you both to be my viceroys over the whole +island.</p> + +<p><i>Both.</i> Agreed, agreed!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span>, <i>with a great bottle, half drunk</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> How! Trincalo, our brave boatswain!</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> He reels: Can he be drunk with sea-water?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Trinc.</i> [sings.] <i>I shall no more to sea, to sea,</i></span> + <span class="i11"><i>Here I shall die ashore.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[125]</a></span> +This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral; +but here's my comfort.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Drinks.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sings.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i1"><i>The master, the swabber, the gunner, and I,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>The surgeon, and his mate,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>But none of us cared for Kate.</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>For she had a tongue with a twang,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Would cry to a sailor,</i> Go hang!—</span> + <span class="i1"><i>She loved not the savour of tar, nor of pitch,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort again.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Drinks.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> We have got another subject now: Welcome, welcome, into our +dominions!</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> What subject, or what dominions? Here's old sack, boys; the +king of good fellows can be no subject. I will be old Simon the king.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Ha, old boy! how didst thou scape?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Upon a butt of sack, boys, which the sailors threw +overboard.—But are you alive, hoa! for I will tipple with no +ghosts, till I'm dead. Thy hand, Mustacho, and thine, Ventoso; the storm +has done its worst.—Stephano alive too! give thy boatswain thy +hand, master.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> You must kiss it then; for I must tell you, we have chosen him +duke, in a full assembly.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> A duke! where? What's he duke of?</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Of this island, man. Oh, Trincalo, we are all made: The island's +empty; all's our own, boy; and we will speak to his grace for thee, that +thou mayest be as great as we are.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> You great! what the devil are you?</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> We two are viceroys over all the island; and, when we are weary +of governing, thou shalt succeed us.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[126]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Do you hear, Ventoso? I will succeed you in both places, before +you enter into them.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Trincalo, sleep, and be sober; and make no more uproars in my +country.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Why, what are you, sir; what are you?</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> What I am, I am by free election; and you, Trincalo, are not +yourself: but we pardon your first fault, because it is the first day of +our reign.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Umph, were matters carried so swimmingly against me, whilst I +was swimming, and saving myself for the good of the people of this +island!</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Art thou mad, Trincalo? Wilt thou disturb a settled government, +where thou art a mere stranger to the laws of the country?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> I'll have no laws.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Then civil war begins.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Vent.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Must.</span> <i>draw</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Hold, hold! I'll have no bloodshed; my subjects are but few: +Let him make a rebellion by himself; and a rebel, I, duke Stephano, +declare him.—Viceroys, come away.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> And duke Trincalo declares, that he will make open war wherever +he meets thee, or thy viceroys.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Steph.</span> <span class="smcap">Must.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Vent.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Caliban</span>, <i>with wood upon his back</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Ha! who have we here?</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> All the infections, that the sun sucks up from fogs, fens, +flats, on Prospero fall, and make him by inch-meal a disease! His +spirits hear me, and yet I needs must curse; but they'll not pinch, +fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i'the mire, nor lead me in the +dark out of my way, unless he bid them. But for every trifle he sets +them on me: Sometimes, like baboons, they mow and chatter at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[127]</a></span> +me, and often bite me; like hedge-hogs, then, they mount their prickles +at me, tumbling before me in my barefoot way. Sometimes I am all wound +about with adders, who, with their cloven tongues, hiss me to +madness.—Ha! yonder stands one of his spirits, sent to torment me.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> What have we here, a man, or a fish? This is some monster of +the isle. Were I in England, as once I was, and had him painted, not a +holiday fool there but would give me sixpence for the sight of him. +Well, if I could make him tame, he were a present for an +emperor.—Come hither, pretty monster; I'll do thee no harm: Come +hither!</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> Torment me not; I'll bring the wood home faster.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> He talks none of the wisest; but I'll give him a dram o'the +bottle, that will clear his understanding.—Come on your ways, +master monster, open your mouth: How now, you perverse moon-calf! what, +I think you cannot tell who is your friend?—Open your chops, I +say.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Pours wine down his throat.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> This is a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I'll kneel to +him.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> He is a very hopeful monster.—Monster, what say'st thou, +art thou content to turn civil and sober, as I am? for then thou shalt +be my subject.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> I'll swear upon that bottle to be true; for the liquor is not +earthly. Did'st thou not drop from heaven?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Only out of the moon; I was the man in her, when time +was.—By this light, a very shallow monster.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> I'll shew thee every fertile inch in the isle, and kiss thy +foot: I pr'ythee be my god, and let me drink.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Drinks again.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Well drawn, monster, in good faith!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[128]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll +fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.—A curse upon the tyrant +whom I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> The poor monster is loving in his drink.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> I pr'ythee let me bring thee where crabs grow; and I, with my +long nails, will dig thee pig-nuts, shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct +thee how to snare the marmozet: I'll bring thee to clustered filberts. +Wilt thou go with me?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> This monster comes of a good-natured race.—Is there no +more of thy kin in this island?</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> Divine, here is but one besides myself; my lovely sister, +beautiful and bright as the full moon!</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Where is she?</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> I left her clambering up a hollow oak, and plucking thence the +dropping honey-combs.—Say, my king, shall I call her to thee?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> She shall swear upon the bottle too. If she proves handsome, +she is mine.—Here, monster, drink again for thy good news; thou +shalt speak a good word for me.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Gives him the bottle.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> Farewell, old master, farewell, farewell!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i9"><span class="smcap">Sings.</span></span> + <span class="i3"><i>No more dams I'll make for fish;</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Nor fetch in firing, at requiring;</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish:</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Ban, ban, Ca-caliban,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Has a new master, get a new man.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Hey-day! freedom, freedom!</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Here's two subjects got already, the monster, and his sister: +Well, duke Stephano, I say, and say again, wars will ensue, and so I +drinks. [<i>Drinks.</i>] From this worshipful monster, and mistress monster, +his sister, I'll lay claim to this island by alliance.—Monster, I +say, thy sister shall be my spouse; come away, brother monster; I'll +lead thee to my butt, and drink her health.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[129]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.—<i>Cypress trees and a Cave.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span> <i>alone</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> 'Tis not yet fit to let my daughters know,</span> + <span class="i0">I keep the infant duke of Mantua</span> + <span class="i0">So near them in this isle;</span> + <span class="i0">Whose father, dying, bequeathed him to my care;</span> + <span class="i0">Till my false brother (when he designed to usurp</span> + <span class="i0">My dukedom from me) exposed him to that fate,</span> + <span class="i0">He meant for me.</span> + <span class="i0">By calculation of his birth, I saw</span> + <span class="i0">Death threat'ning him, if, till some time were past,</span> + <span class="i0">He should behold the face of any woman:</span> + <span class="i0">And now the danger's nigh.—Hippolito!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Sir, I attend your pleasure.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> How I have loved thee, from thy infancy,</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven knows, and thou thyself canst bear me witness;</span> + <span class="i0">Therefore accuse not me of thy restraint.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Since I knew life, you've kept me in a rock;</span> + <span class="i0">And you, this day, have hurried me from thence,</span> + <span class="i0">Only to change my prison, not to free me.</span> + <span class="i0">I murmur not, but I may wonder at it.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> O, gentle youth! fate waits for thee abroad;</span> + <span class="i0">A black star threatens thee; and death, unseen,</span> + <span class="i0">Stands ready to devour thee.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> You taught me</span> + <span class="i0">Not to fear him in any of his shapes:—</span> + <span class="i0">Let me meet death rather than be a prisoner.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> 'Tis pity he should seize thy tender youth.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[130]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Sir, I have often heard you say, no creature</span> + <span class="i0">Lived in this isle, but those which man was lord of.</span> + <span class="i0">Why, then, should I fear?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> But here are creatures which I named not to thee,</span> + <span class="i0">Who share man's sovereignty by nature's laws,</span> + <span class="i0">And oft depose him from it.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> What are those creatures, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Those dangerous enemies of men, called women.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Women! I never heard of them before.—</span> + <span class="i0">What are women like?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Imagine something between young men and angels;</span> + <span class="i0">Fatally beauteous, and have killing eyes;</span> + <span class="i0">Their voices charm beyond the nightingale's;</span> + <span class="i0">They are all enchantment: Those, who once behold them,</span> + <span class="i0">Are made their slaves for ever.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Then I will wink, and fight with them.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> 'Tis but in vain;</span> + <span class="i0">They'll haunt you in your very sleep.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Then I'll revenge it on them when I wake.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> You are without all possibility of revenge;</span> + <span class="i0">They are so beautiful, that you can ne'er attempt,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor wish, to hurt them.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Are they so beautiful?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Calm sleep is not so soft; nor winter suns,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor summer shades, so pleasant.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Can they be fairer than the plumes of swans?</span> + <span class="i0">Or more delightful than the peacock's feathers?</span> + <span class="i0">Or than the gloss upon the necks of doves?</span> + <span class="i0">Or have more various beauty than the rainbow?—</span> + <span class="i0">These I have seen, and, without danger, wondered at.</span> + </div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[131]</a></span></p> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> All these are far below them: Nature made</span> + <span class="i0">Nothing but woman dangerous and fair.</span> + <span class="i0">Therefore if you should chance to see them,</span> + <span class="i0">Avoid them straight, I charge you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Well, since you say they are so dangerous,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll so far shun them, as I may with safety</span> + <span class="i0">Of the unblemished honour, which you taugt me.</span> + <span class="i0">But let them not provoke me, for I'm sure</span> + <span class="i0">I shall not then forbear them.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Go in, and read the book I gave you last.</span> + <span class="i0">To-morrow I may bring you better news.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> I shall obey you, sir.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Hip.</span></span><br /></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> So, so; I hope this lesson has secured him,</span> + <span class="i0">For I have been constrained to change his lodging</span> + <span class="i0">From yonder rock, where first I bred him up,</span> + <span class="i0">And here have brought him home to my own cell,</span> + <span class="i0">Because the shipwreck happened near his mansion.</span> + <span class="i0">I hope he will not stir beyond his limits,</span> + <span class="i0">For hitherto he hath been all obedience:</span> + <span class="i0">The planets seem to smile on my designs,</span> + <span class="i0">And yet there is one sullen cloud behind:</span> + <span class="i0">I would it were dispersed!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">How, my daughters!</span> + <span class="i0">I thought I had instructed them enough:</span> + <span class="i0">Children! retire; why do you walk this way?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> It is within our bounds, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> But both take heed, that path is very dangerous; remember what +I told you.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Is the man that way, sir?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> All that you can imagine ill is there.</span> + <span class="i0">The curled lion, and the rugged bear,</span> + <span class="i0">Are not so dreadful as that man.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Oh me, why stay we here then?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> I'll keep far enough from his den, I warrant him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[132]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> But you have told me, sir, you are a man;</span> + <span class="i0">And yet you are not dreadful.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Ay, child; but I</span> + <span class="i0">Am a tame man; old men are tame by nature,</span> + <span class="i0">But all the danger lies in a wild young man.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Do they run wild about the woods?</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> No, they are wild within doors, in chambers, and in closets.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> But, father, I would stroak them, and make them gentle; then sure +they would not hurt me.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp</i>. You must not trust them, child: No woman can come near them, +but she feels a pain, full nine months. Well, I must in; for new affairs +require my presence: Be you, Miranda, your sister's guardian.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i><span class="smcap"> Pros.</span></span><br /></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Come, sister, shall we walk the other way?</span> + <span class="i0">The man will catch us else: We have but two legs,</span> + <span class="i0">And he, perhaps, has four.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Well, sister, though he have; yet look about you.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Come back! that way is towards his den.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Let me alone; I'll venture first, for sure he can</span> + <span class="i0">Devour but one of us at once.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> How dare you venture?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> We'll find him sitting like a hare in's form,</span> + <span class="i0">And he shall not see us.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Ay, but you know my father charged us both.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> But who shall tell him on't? we'll keep each other's counsel.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> I dare not, for the world.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> But how shall we hereafter shun him, if we do not know him first?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Nay, I confess I would fain see him too. I find it in my nature, +because my father has forbidden me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[133]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Ay, there's it, sister; if he had said nothing, I had been quiet. +Go softly, and if you see him first, be quick, and beckon me away.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Well, if he does catch me, I'll humble myself to him, and ask him +pardon, as I do my father, when I have done a fault.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> And if I can but escape with life, I had rather be in pain nine +months, as my father threatened, than lose my longing.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE III.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Prospero has often said, that nature makes</span> + <span class="i0">Nothing in vain: Why then are women made?</span> + <span class="i0">Are they to suck the poison of the earth,</span> + <span class="i0">As gaudy coloured serpents are? I'll ask</span> + <span class="i0">That question, when next I see him here.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda</span> <i>peeping</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> O sister, there it is! it walks about</span> + <span class="i0">Like one of us.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Ay, just so, and has legs as we have too.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> It strangely puzzles me: Yet 'tis most likely,</span> + <span class="i0">Women are somewhat between men and spirits.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Hark! it talks:—sure this is not it my father meant,</span> + <span class="i0">For this is just like one of us: Methinks,</span> + <span class="i0">I am not half so much afraid on't as</span> + <span class="i0">I was; see, now it turns this way.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Heaven! what a goodly thing it is!</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> I'll go nearer it.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> O no, 'tis dangerous, sister! I'll go to it.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[134]</a></span> + <span class="i0">I would not for the world that you should venture.</span> + <span class="i0">My father charged me to secure you from it.</span> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I warrant you this is a tame man; dear sister,</span> + <span class="i0">He'll not hurt me, I see it by his looks.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Indeed he will! but go back, and he shall eat me first: Fie, are +you not ashamed to be so inquisitive?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> You chide me for it, and would give him yourself.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Come back, or I will tell my father.</span> + <span class="i0">Observe how he begins to stare already!</span> + <span class="i0">I'll meet the danger first, and then call you.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Nay, sister, you shall never vanquish me in kindness. I'll +venture you no more than you will me.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> [<i>within.</i>] Miranda, child, where are you?</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Do you not hear my father call? Go in.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> 'Twas you he named, not me; I will but say my prayers, and follow +you immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Well, sister, you'll repent it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Mir.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Though I die for it, I must have the other peep.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> What thing is that? [<i>Seeing her.</i>] Sure 'tis some infant of</span> + <span class="i0">The sun, dressed in his father's gayest beams,</span> + <span class="i0">And comes to play with birds: My sight is dazzled,</span> + <span class="i0">And yet I find I'm loth to shut my eyes:</span> + <span class="i0">I must go nearer it;—but stay a while;</span> + <span class="i0">May it not be that beauteous murderer, woman,</span> + <span class="i0">Which I was charged to shun? Speak, what art thou,</span> + <span class="i0">Thou shining vision!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor</i>. Alas, I know not; but I'm told I am</span> + <span class="i0">A woman; do not hurt me, pray, fair thing.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip</i>. I'd sooner tear my eyes out, than consent</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[135]</a></span> + <span class="i0">To do you any harm; though I was told,</span> + <span class="i0">A woman was my enemy.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I never knew</span> + <span class="i0">What 'twas to be an enemy, nor can I e'er</span> + <span class="i0">Prove so to that, which looks like you: For though</span> + <span class="i0">I've been charged by him (whom yet I ne'er disobeyed,)</span> + <span class="i0">To shun your presence, yet I'd rather die</span> + <span class="i0">Than lose it; therefore, I hope you will not have the heart</span> + <span class="i0">To hurt me: Though I fear you are a man,</span> + <span class="i0">The dangerous thing of which I have been warned.</span> + <span class="i0">Pray, tell me what you are?</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I must confess, I was informed I am a man;</span> + <span class="i0">But if I fright you, I shall wish I were some other creature.</span> + <span class="i0">I was bid to fear you too.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Ah me! Heaven grant we be not poison to</span> + <span class="i0">Each other! Alas, can we not meet, but we must die?</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I hope not so! for, when two poisonous creatures,</span> + <span class="i0">Both of the same kind, meet, yet neither dies.</span> + <span class="i0">I've seen two serpents harmless to each other,</span> + <span class="i0">Though they have twined into a mutual knot:</span> + <span class="i0">If we have any venom in us, sure, we cannot be</span> + <span class="i0">More poisonous, when we meet, than serpents are.</span> + <span class="i0">You have a hand like mine—may I not gently touch it?</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Takes her hand.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I've touched my father's and my sister's hands,</span> + <span class="i0">And felt no pain; but now, alas! there's something,</span> + <span class="i0">When I touch yours, which makes me sigh: Just so</span> + <span class="i0">I've seen two turtles mourning when they met:</span> + <span class="i0">Yet mine's a pleasing grief; and so, methought,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[136]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Yet mine's a pleasing grief; and so, methought,</span> + <span class="i0">Was theirs: For still they mourned, and still they seemed</span> + <span class="i0">To murmur too, and yet they often met.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Oh heavens! I have the same sense too: your hand,</span> + <span class="i0">Methinks, goes through me; I feel it at my heart,</span> + <span class="i0">And find it pleases, though it pains me.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> [<i>within.</i>] Dorinda!</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> My father calls again; ah, I must leave you.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Alas, I'm subject to the same command.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> This is my first offence against my father,</span> + <span class="i0">Which he, by severing us, too cruelly does punish.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> And this is my first trespass too: But he</span> + <span class="i0">Hath more offended truth, than we have him:</span> + <span class="i0">He said our meeting would destructive be,</span> + <span class="i0">But I no death, but in our parting, see.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE IV.—<i>A Wild Island.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Gonzalo</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> 'Beseech your grace, be merry: You have cause,</span> + <span class="i0">So have we all, of joy, for our strange escape;</span> + <span class="i0">Then wisely, good sir, weigh our sorrow with</span> + <span class="i0">Our comfort.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> Pr'ythee peace; you cram these words</span> + <span class="i0">Into my ears, against my stomach; how</span> + <span class="i0">Can I rejoice, when my dear son, perhaps</span> + <span class="i0">This very moment, is made a meal to some strange fish?</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> Sir, he may live;</span> + <span class="i0">I saw him beat the billows under him,</span> + <span class="i0">And ride upon their backs; I do not doubt</span> + <span class="i0">He came alive to land.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[137]</a></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> No, no, he's gone;</span> + <span class="i0">And you and I, Antonio, were those</span> + <span class="i0">Who caused his death.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Anto.</i> How could we help it?</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> Then, then we should have helped it,</span> + <span class="i0">When thou betray'dst thy brother Prospero,</span> + <span class="i0">And Mantua's infant sovereign, to my power:</span> + <span class="i0">And when I, too ambitious, took by force</span> + <span class="i0">Another's right: Then lost we Ferdinand;</span> + <span class="i0">Then forfeited our navy to this tempest.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> Indeed we first broke truce with heaven;</span> + <span class="i0">You to the waves an infant prince exposed,</span> + <span class="i0">And on the waves have lost an only son.</span> + <span class="i0">I did usurp my brother's fertile lands,</span> + <span class="i0">And now am cast upon this desert-isle.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> These, sirs, 'tis true, were crimes of a black dye;</span> + <span class="i0">But both of you have made amends to heaven,</span> + <span class="i0">By your late voyage into Portugal;</span> + <span class="i0">Where, in defence of christianity,</span> + <span class="i0">Your valour has repulsed the Moors of Spain.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> O name it not, Gonzalo;</span> + <span class="i0">No act but penitence can expiate guilt!</span> + <span class="i0">Must we teach heaven what price to set on murder?</span> + <span class="i0">What rate on lawless power and wild ambition?</span> + <span class="i0">Or dare we traffic with the powers above,</span> + <span class="i0">And sell by weight a good deed for a bad?</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>A flourish of music.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> Music! and in the air! sure we are shipwrecked</span> + <span class="i0">On the dominions of some merry devil!</span> + </div> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> This isle's enchanted ground; for I have heard</span> + <span class="i0">Swift voices flying by my ear, and groans</span> + <span class="i0">Of lamenting ghosts.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[138]</a></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> I pulled a tree, and blood pursued my hand.</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven deliver me from this dire place,</span> + <span class="i0">And all the after-actions of my life</span> + <span class="i0">Shall mark my penitence and my bounty.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Music again louder.</i></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Hark, the sounds approach us!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>The stage opens in several places.</i></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> Lo! the earth opens to devour us quick.</span> + <span class="i0">These dreadful horrors, and the guilty sense</span> + <span class="i0">Of my foul treason, have unmanned me quite.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> We on the brink of swift destruction stand;</span> + <span class="i0">No means of our escape is left.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Another flourish of voices under the stage.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Anto.</i> Ah! what amazing sounds are these we hear!</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> What horrid masque will the dire fiends present?<br /></p> + +<p>SUNG UNDER THE STAGE.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">1 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Where does the black fiend Ambition reside,</i></span></span> + <span class="i3"><span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>With the mischievous devil of Pride?</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">2 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>In the lowest and darkest caverns of hell,</i></span></span> + <span class="i4"><span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Both Pride and Ambition do dwell.</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">1 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Who are the chief leaders of the damned host?</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">3 Dev. <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Proud monarchs, who tyrannize most.</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">1 Dev. <span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Damned princes there</i></span></span> + <span class="i3"><span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>The worst of torments bear;</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">3 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Who on earth all others in pleasures excel,</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 5em;"><i>Must feel the worst torments of hell.</i></span></span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>They rise singing this chorus.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> O heavens! what horrid vision's this?</span> + <span class="i0">How they upbraid us with our crimes!</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> What fearful vengeance is in store for us!</span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">1 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Tyrants, by whom their subjects bleed,</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 5em;"><i>Should in pains all others exceed;</i></span></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[139]</a></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">1 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>And barbarous monarchs, who their neighbours invade,</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"><i>And their crowns unjustly get;</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;"><i>And such who their brothers to death have betrayed,</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"><i>In hell upon burning thrones shall be set.</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">3 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;">{ —<i>In hell, in hell with flames they shall reign,</i></span></span> + <span class="i0">Chor. <span style="margin-left: 1em;"> { <i>And for ever, for ever shall suffer the pain.</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> O my soul! for ever, for ever shall suffer the pain!</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> Has heaven, in all its infinite stock of mercy,</span> + <span class="i0">No overflowings for us? poor, miserable, guilty men!</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> Nothing but horrors do encompass us!</span> + <span class="i0">For ever, for ever must we suffer!</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> For ever we shall perish! O dismal words,</span> + <span class="i0">For ever!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">1 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Who are the pillars of the tyrants court?</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">2 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Rapine and Murder his crown must support!</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">3 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;">——<i>His cruelty does tread</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;"><i>On orphans' tender breasts, and brothers dead!</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">2 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Can heaven permit such crimes should be</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 5.5em;"><i>Attended with felicity?</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">1 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>No; tyrants their sceptres uneasily bear,</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;"><i>In the midst of their guards they their consciences fear.</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">2 Dev. { <i>Care their minds when they wake unquiet will keep;</i></span> + <span class="i0">Chor. { <i>And we with dire visions disturb all their sleep.</i></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> Oh horrid sight! how they stare upon us!</span> + <span class="i0">The fiend will hurry us to the dark mansion.</span> + <span class="i0">Sweet heaven, have mercy on us!</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[140]</a></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">1 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Say, say, shall we bear these bold mortals from hence?</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">2 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>No, no, let us shew their degrees of offence.</i></span></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">3 Dev. <span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>Let's muster their crimes upon every side,</i></span></span> + <span class="i9"><i>And first let's discover their pride.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><span style="margin-left: 15em;">Enter <span class="smcap">Pride.</span></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Pride. <i>Lo here is Pride, who first led them astray,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>And did to ambition their minds then betray.</i></span></span> + </div> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Enter <span class="smcap">Fraud.</span></span> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Fraud. <span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>And Fraud does next appear,</i></span></span> + <span class="i6"><i>Their wandering steps who led;</i></span> + <span class="i6"><i>When they from virtue fled,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>They in my crooked paths their course did steer.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 15em;">Enter <span class="smcap">Rapine.</span></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Rapine. <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>From fraud to force they soon arrive,</i></span></span> + <span class="i4"><i>Where Rapine did their actions drive.</i></span> + </div> + +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Enter <span class="smcap">Murder.</span></span> + +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Murder.<span style="margin-left: .5em;"> <i>There long they could not stay;</i></span></span> + <span class="i4"><i>Down the steep hill they run;</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>And to perfect the mischief which they had begun,</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>To murder they bent all their way.</i></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Chorus of all.<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Around, around we pace,</i></span></span> + <span class="i6"><i>About this cursed place;</i></span> + <span class="i6"><i>While thus we compass in</i></span> + <span class="i6"><i>These mortals and their sin.</i></span> +<span class="rightalign">[Devils vanish.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> Heaven has heard me, they are vanished!</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> But they have left me all unmanned;</span> + <span class="i0">I feel my sinews slacken with the fright;</span> + <span class="i0">And a cold sweat trills down o'er all my limbs,</span> + <span class="i0">As if I were dissolving into water.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[141]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Oh Prospero, my crimes against thee sit heavy on my heart!</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> And mine against him and young Hippolito.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> Heaven have mercy on the penitent!</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> Lead from this cursed ground;</span> + <span class="i0">The seas in all their rage are not so dreadful.</span> + <span class="i0">This is the region of despair and death.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> Beware all fruit, but what the birds have pecked.</span> + <span class="i0">The shadows of the trees are poisonous too:</span> + <span class="i0">A secret venom slides from every branch.</span> + <span class="i0">My conscience does distract me! O my son!</span> + <span class="i0">Why do I speak of eating or repose,</span> + <span class="i0">Before I know thy fortune?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="rightalign">[<i>As they are going out, a Devil rises just before</i><br /> +<i>them, at which they start, and are frighted.</i></span><br /></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> O heavens! yet more apparitions!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 8em;"><span class="smcap">Devil Sings.</span></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2"><i>Arise, arise! ye subterranean winds,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>More to disturb their guilty minds:</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And all ye filthy damps and vapours rise,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Which use to infect the earth, and trouble all the skies;</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Rise you, from whom devouring plagues have birth:</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>You, that in the vast and hollow womb of earth</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Engender earthquakes, make whole countries shake,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And stately cities into deserts turn;</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And you, who feed the flames by which earth's entrails burn.</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Ye raging winds, whose rapid force can make</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>All but the fixed and solid centre shake,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Come drive these wretches to that part of the isle,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Where nature never yet did smile:</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Cause fogs and storms, whirlwinds, and earthquakes there:</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[142]</a></span> + <span class="i2"><i>There let them howl and languish in despair.</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Rise and obey the powerful prince of the air.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<blockquote><p>[Two Winds rise, ten more enter and dance. At the end of the dance, +three Winds sink, the rest drive <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <span class="smcap">Antonio</span> and <span class="smcap">Gonzalo</span> off.</p></blockquote> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2>ACT III.</h2> +<h3>SCENE I.—<i>A Wild Island.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span>, <span class="smcap">Ariel</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Milcha</span> <i>invisible</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Ariel. <i>Come unto these yellow sands,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And then take hands,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Curtsied when you have, and kissed;</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And wild waves whist.</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Foot it featly here and there,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And sweet sprites the burthen bear.</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Hark! hark!</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Bow waugh, the watch-dogs bark.</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Bow waugh. Hark! hark! I hear</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>The strain of strutting Chanticleer,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Cry, Cock a doodle do.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Where should this music be? in the air, or earth?</span> + <span class="i0">It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon</span> + <span class="i0">Some God in the island: Sitting on a bank,</span> + <span class="i0">Weeping against the duke my father's wreck,</span> + <span class="i0">This music hovered on the waters,</span> + <span class="i0">Allaying both their fury, and my passion,</span> + <span class="i0">With charming airs. Thence I have followed it,</span> + <span class="i0">(Or it has drawn me rather) but 'tis gone:</span> + <span class="i0">No, it begins again.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[143]</a></span> + <span class="i0">No, it begins again.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 6em;"><span class="smcap">Milcha sings.</span></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i3"><i>Full fathom five thy father lies,</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>Of his bones is coral made:</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Those are pearls that were his eyes;</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>Nothing of him, that does fade,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>But does suffer a sea change,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Into something rich and strange:</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell;</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Hark! now I hear them, ding dong bell.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> This mournful ditty mentions my drowned father.</span> + <span class="i0">This is no mortal business, nor a sound</span> + <span class="i0">Which the earth owns——I hear it now before me;</span> + <span class="i0">However, I will on, and follow it.</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Ferd.</span> <i>following</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel.</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.—<i>The Cypress Trees and Cave.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Excuse it not, Miranda, for to you</span> + <span class="i0">(The elder, and, I thought, the more discreet,)</span> + <span class="i0">I gave the conduct of your sister's actions.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Sir, when you called me thence, I did not fail</span> + <span class="i0">To mind her of her duty to depart.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> How can I think you did remember hers,</span> + <span class="i0">When you forgot your own? did you not see</span> + <span class="i0">The man, whom I commanded you to shun?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> I must confess I saw him at a distance.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Did not his eyes infect and poison you?</span> + <span class="i0">What alteration found you in yourself?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I only wondered at a sight so new.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> But have you no desire once more to see him?</span> + <span class="i0">Come, tell me truly what you think of him.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[144]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Come, tell me truly what you think of him.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> As of the gayest thing I ever saw,</span> + <span class="i0">So fine, that it appeared more fit to be</span> + <span class="i0">Beloved than feared, and seemed so near my kind,</span> + <span class="i0">That I did think I might have called it sister.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> You do not love it?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> How is it likely that I should,</span> + <span class="i0">Except the thing had first loved me?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Cherish those thoughts: You have a generous soul;</span> + <span class="i0">And since I see your mind not apt to take</span> + <span class="i0">The light impressions of a sudden love,</span> + <span class="i0">I will unfold a secret to your knowledge.</span> + <span class="i0">That creature, which you saw, is of a kind,</span> + <span class="i0">Which nature made a prop and guide to yours.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Why did you then propose him as an object</span> + <span class="i0">Of terror to my mind? You never used</span> + <span class="i0">To teach me any thing but god-like truths,</span> + <span class="i0">And what you said, I did believe as sacred.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> I feared the pleasing form of this young man</span> + <span class="i0">Might unawares possess your tender breast,</span> + <span class="i0">Which for a nobler guest I had designed;</span> + <span class="i0">For shortly, my Miranda, you shall see</span> + <span class="i0">Another of this kind, the full blown flower,</span> + <span class="i0">Of which this youth was but the opening bud.</span> + <span class="i0">Go in, and send your sister to me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Heaven still preserve you, sir.</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Mir.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> And make thee fortunate.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Oh, come hither: you have seen a man to-day,</span> + <span class="i0">Against my strict command.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Who, I? Indeed I saw him but a little, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Come, come, be clear. Your sister told me all.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Did she?</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[145]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Truly she would have seen him more than I,</span> + <span class="i0">But that I would not let her.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Why so?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Because, methought, he would have hurt me less,</span> + <span class="i0">Than he would her.</span> + <span class="i0">But if I knew you'd not be angry with me,</span> + <span class="i0">I could tell you, sir, that he was much to blame.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Ha! was he to blame?</span> + <span class="i0">Tell me, with that sincerity I taught you,</span> + <span class="i0">How you became so bold to see the man?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I hope you will forgive me, sir, because</span> + <span class="i0">I did not see him much, till he saw me.</span> + <span class="i0">Sir, he would needs come in my way, and stared,</span> + <span class="i0">And stared upon my face, and so I thought</span> + <span class="i0">I would be revenged of him, and, therefore,</span> + <span class="i0">I gazed on him as long; but if I e'er</span> + <span class="i0">Come near a man again!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> I told you he</span> + <span class="i0">Was dangerous; but you would not be warned.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Pray be not angry, sir, if I tell you,</span> + <span class="i0">You are mistaken in him; for he did</span> + <span class="i0">Me no great hurt.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> But he may do you more harm hereafter.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> No, sir, I'm as well as e'er I was in all my life,</span> + <span class="i0">But that I cannot eat nor drink for thought of him.</span> + <span class="i0">That dangerous man runs ever in my mind.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> The way to cure you is, no more to see him.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Nay, pray, sir, say not so. I promised him</span> + <span class="i0">To see him once again; and you know, sir,</span> + <span class="i0">You charged me I should never break my promise.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Would you see him, who did you so much mischief?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I warrant you</span> + <span class="i0">I did him as much harm as he did me;</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[146]</a></span> + <span class="i0">For when I left him, sir, he sighed so, as it grieved</span> + <span class="i0">My heart to hear him.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Those sighs were poisonous, they infected you;</span> + <span class="i0">You say, they grieved you to the heart.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> 'Tis true; but yet his looks and words were gentle.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> These are the day-dreams of a maid in love;</span> + <span class="i0">But still I fear the worst.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> O fear not him, sir.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> You speak of him with too much passion; tell me,</span> + <span class="i0">(And on your duty tell me true, Dorinda,)</span> + <span class="i0">What passed betwixt you and that horrid creature?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> How, horrid, sir? if any else but you</span> + <span class="i0">Should call it so, indeed, I should be angry.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Go to! You are a foolish girl; but answer</span> + <span class="i0">To what I ask; what thought you when you saw it?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> At first it stared upon me, and seemed wild,</span> + <span class="i0">And then I trembled; yet it looked so lovely,</span> + <span class="i0">That when I would have fled away, my feet</span> + <span class="i0">Seemed fastened to the ground, when it drew near,</span> + <span class="i0">And with amazement asked to touch my hand;</span> + <span class="i0">Which, as a ransom for my life, I gave:</span> + <span class="i0">But when he had it, with a furious gripe</span> + <span class="i0">He put it to his mouth so eagerly,</span> + <span class="i0">I was afraid he would have swallowed it.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Well, what was his behaviour afterwards?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> He on a sudden grew so tame and gentle,</span> + <span class="i0">That he became more kind to me than you are;</span> + <span class="i0">Then, sir, I grew I know not how, and, touching</span> + <span class="i0">His hand again, my heart did beat so strong,</span> + <span class="i0">As I lacked breath to answer what he asked.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> You've been too fond, and I should chide you for it.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[147]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Then send me to that creature to be punished.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Poor child! Thy passion, like a lazy ague,</span> + <span class="i0">Has seized thy blood; instead of striving, thou humourest</span> + <span class="i0">And feed'st thy languishing disease: Thou fight'st</span> + <span class="i0">The battles of thy enemy, and 'tis one part of what</span> + <span class="i0">I threatened thee, not to perceive thy danger.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Danger, sir?</span> + <span class="i0">If he would hurt me, yet he knows not how:</span> + <span class="i0">He hath no claws, nor teeth, nor horns to hurt me,</span> + <span class="i0">But looks about him like a callow-bird,</span> + <span class="i0">Just straggling from the nest: Pray trust me, sir,</span> + <span class="i0">To go to him again.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Since you will venture,</span> + <span class="i0">I charge you bear yourself reservedly to him;</span> + <span class="i0">Let him not dare to touch your naked hand,</span> + <span class="i0">But keep at distance from him.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> This is hard!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> It is the way to make him love you more;</span> + <span class="i0">He will despise you, if you grow too kind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I'll struggle with my heart to follow this;</span> + <span class="i0">But if I lose him by it, will you promise</span> + <span class="i0">To bring him back again?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Fear not, Dorinda;</span> + <span class="i0">But use him ill, and he'll be yours for ever.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I hope you have not cozened me again.</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Dor.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Now my designs are gathering to a head;</span> + <span class="i0">My spirits are obedient to my charms.</span> + <span class="i0">What, Ariel! My servant Ariel, where art thou?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> What would my potent master? Here I am.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[148]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Did worthily perform, and I must use you</span> + <span class="i0">In such another work: How goes the day?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> On the fourth, my lord; and on the sixth,</span> + <span class="i0">You said our work should cease.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> And so it shall;</span> + <span class="i0">And thou shalt have the open air at freedom.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Thanks, my great lord.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> But tell me first, my spirit,</span> + <span class="i0">How fares the duke, my brother, and their followers?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Confined together, as you gave me order,</span> + <span class="i0">In the lime-grove, which weather-fends your cell;</span> + <span class="i0">Within that circuit up and down they wander,</span> + <span class="i0">But cannot stir one step beyond their compass.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> How do they bear their sorrows?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> The two dukes appear like men distracted, their</span> + <span class="i0">Attendants, brim-full of sorrow, mourning over them;</span> + <span class="i0">But chiefly he, you termed the good Gonzalo:</span> + <span class="i0">His tears run down his beard, like winter drops</span> + <span class="i0">From eaves of reeds; your vision did so work them,</span> + <span class="i0">That, if you now beheld them, your affections</span> + <span class="i0">Would become tender.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Dost thou think so, spirit?</p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Mine would, sir, were I human.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> And mine shall:</span> + <span class="i0">Hast thou, who art but air, a touch, a feeling</span> + <span class="i0">Of their afflictions, and shall not I (a man</span> + <span class="i0">Like them, one, who as sharply relish passions</span> + <span class="i0">As they) be kindlier moved than thou art?</span> + <span class="i0">Though they have pierced me to the quick with injuries,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury,</span> + <span class="i0">I will take part; the rarer action is</span> + <span class="i0">In virtue, than in vengeance. Go, my Ariel,</span> + <span class="i0">Refresh with needful food their famished bodies,</span> + <span class="i0">With shows and chearful musick comfort them.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[149]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Presently, master?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> With a twinkle, Ariel.—But stay, my spirit;</span> + <span class="i0">What is become of my slave, Caliban,</span> + <span class="i0">And Sycorax, his sister?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Potent sir,</span> + <span class="i0">They have cast off your service, and revolted</span> + <span class="i0">To the wrecked mariners, who have already</span> + <span class="i0">Parcelled your island into governments.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> No matter, I have now no need of them.</span> + <span class="i0">But, spirit, now I stay thee on the wing;</span> + <span class="i0">Haste to perform what I have given in charge:</span> + <span class="i0">But see they keep within the bounds I set them.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> I'll keep them in with walls of adamant,</span> + <span class="i0">Invisible as air to mortal eyes,</span> + <span class="i0">But yet unpassable.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Make haste then.</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE III.—<i>Wild Island.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Gonzalo</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> I am weary, and can go no further, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Old lord, I cannot blame thee, who am myself seized with a +weariness, to the dulling of my spirits:<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>They sit.</i></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it</span> + <span class="i0">No longer for my flatterers: He is drowned,</span> + <span class="i0">Whom thus we stray to find. I'm faint with hunger,</span> + <span class="i0">And must despair of food.</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Music without.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">What! harmony again? My good friends, hark!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> I fear some other horrid apparition.</span> + <span class="i0">Give us kind keepers, heaven, I beseech thee!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> 'Tis chearful music this, unlike the first.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Ariel</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Milcha</span> <i>invisible, sing</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2"><i>Dry those eyes which are o'erflowing,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>All your storms are overblowing:</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[150]</a></span> + <span class="i2"><i>While you in this isle are biding,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>You shall feast without providing:</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Every dainty you can think of,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Every wine which you would drink of,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Shall be yours; all want shall shun you,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Ceres' blessing so is on you.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> This voice speaks comfort to us.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> Would 'twere come;</span> + <span class="i0">There is no music in a song to me,</span> + <span class="i0">My stomach being empty.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> O for a heavenly vision of boiled,</span> + <span class="i0">Baked, and roasted!</span> +<span style="margin-left: 20em;">[<i>Dance of fantastic Spirits; after the dance, a table</i></span> +<span style="margin-left: 20em;"><i>furnished with meat and fruit is brought in by two Spirits.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> My lord, the duke, see yonder!</span> + <span class="i0">A table, as I live, set out and furnished</span> + <span class="i0">With all varieties of meats and fruits.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> 'Tis so indeed; but who dares taste this feast,</span> + <span class="i0">Which fiends provide, to poison us?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> Why that dare I; if the black gentleman</span> + <span class="i0">Be so ill natured, he may do his pleasure.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> 'Tis certain we must either eat or famish:</span> + <span class="i0">I will encounter it, and feed.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> If both resolve, I will adventure too.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> The devil may fright me, yet he shall not starve me.</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Two Spirits descend, and fly away with the table.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> Heaven! behold, it is as you suspected:</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis vanished.</span> + <span class="i0">Shall we be always haunted with these fiends?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Anto.</i> Here we shall wander till we famish.</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> Certainly one of you was so wicked as to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[151]</a></span> +say grace; this comes on it, when men will be godly out of season.</p> + +<p><i>Anto.</i> Yonder's another table, let's try that.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Caliban.</span></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Brother monster, welcome to my private palace. But where's thy +sister? is she so brave a lass?</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> In all this isle there are but two more, the daughters of the +tyrant Prospero; and she is bigger than them both. O, here she comes! +now thou mayest judge thyself, my lord.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sycorax</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> She's monstrous fair indeed. Is this to be my spouse? Well, +she's heir of all this isle (for I will geld monster). The Trincalos, +like other wise men, have anciently used to marry for estate, more than +for beauty.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> I pr'ythee let me have the gay thing about thy neck, and that +which dangles at thy wrist.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[Sycorax <i>points to his whistle and his bottle.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> My dear blubber-lips! this—observe, my chuck—is a +badge of my sea-office; my fair fuss, thou dost not know it.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> No, my dread lord.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> It shall be a whistle for our first babe, and when the next +shipwreck puts me again to swimming, I'll dive to get a coral to it.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> I'll be thy pretty child, and wear it first.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> I pr'ythee, sweet baby, do not play the wanton, and cry for my +goods ere I'm dead. When thou art my widow, thou shalt have the devil +and all.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> May I not have the other fine thing?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[152]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> This is a sucking-bottle for young Trincalo.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> Shall she not taste of that immortal liquor?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Umph! that's another question: For if she be thus flippant in +her water, what will she be in her wine?</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span> <i>(invisible) and changes the Bottle which stands upon the +Ground</i>.<br /></p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> There's water for your wine.<br /> +[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span>.<br /></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Well! since it must be so.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Gives her the bottle.</i></span><br /> +How do you like it now, my queen that must be?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>She drinks.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> Is this your heav'nly liquor? I'll bring you to a river of the +same.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Wilt thou so, Madam Monster? What a mighty prince shall I be +then! I would not change my dukedom to be great Turk Trincalo.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> This is the drink of frogs.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Nay, if the frogs of this island drink such, they are the +merriest frogs in Christendom.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> She does not know the virtue of this liquor: I pr'ythee, let me +drink for her.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[Caliban <i>drinks.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Well said, Subject Monster!</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> My lord, this is mere water.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> 'Tis thou hast changed the wine then, and +drunk it up, like a debauched fish as thou art. Let +me see't, I'll taste it myself—Element! mere element, +as I live! It was a cold gulp, such as this, +which killed my famous predecessor, old Simon the +king<a name="FNanchor_A_6" id="FNanchor_A_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_6" class="fnanchor">[F]</a>.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[153]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> How does thy honour? pr'ythee, be not angry, and I will lick +thy shoe.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> I could find in my heart to turn thee out of my dominions, for +a liquorish monster.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> O, my lord, I have found it out; this must be done by one of +Prospero's spirits.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> There's nothing but malice in these devils; I would it had been +holy-water for their sakes!</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> 'Tis no matter, I will cleave to thee.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Lovingly said, in troth: Now cannot I hold out against her. +This wife-like virtue of her's has overcome me.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> Shall I have thee in my arms?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Thou shalt have Duke Trincalo in thy arms: But, pr'ythee, be +not too boisterous with me at first; do not discourage a young beginner. +[<i>They embrace.</i>] Stand to your arms, my spouse, and subject +monster,—</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span>, <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ventoso</span>.</p> + +<p>The enemy is come to surprise us in our quarters. You shall know, +rebels, that I am married to a witch, and we have a thousand spirits of +our party.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Hold! I ask a truce; I and my viceroys (finding no food, and +but a small remainder of brandy,) are come to treat a peace betwixt us, +which may be for the good of both armies; therefore, Trincalo, disband.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Plain Trincalo! methinks I might have been a duke in your +mouth; I'll not accept of your embassy without my title.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> A title shall break no squares betwixt us: Viceroys, give him +his style of duke, and treat with him whilst I walk by in state.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Ventoso</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span> <i>bow, whilst</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span> +<i>puts on his Cap</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><br /><i>Must.</i> Our lord and master, Duke Stephano, has<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 154]</a></span> +sent us, in the first place, to demand of you, upon what ground you make +war against him; having no right to govern here, as being elected only +by your own voice.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> To this I answer, That, having in the face of the world +espoused the lawful inheretrix of this island, Queen Blouze the First, +and having homage done me by this hectoring spark her brother; from +these two I claim a lawful title to this island.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Who, that monster? He a Hector?</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Viceroys! keep good tongues in your heads, I advise you, and +proceed to your business.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> First and foremost, as to your claim, that you have answered.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> But, second and foremost, we demand of you, that if we make a +peace, the butt also may be comprehended in the treaty.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> I cannot treat with my honour, without your submission.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> I understand, being present, from my ambassadors, what your +resolution is, and ask an hour's time of deliberation, and so I take our +leave; but first I desire to be entertained at your butt, as becomes a +prince and his ambassadors.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> That I refuse, till acts of hostility be ceased. These rogues +are rather spies than ambassadors. I must take heed of my butt. They +come to pry into the secrets of my dukedom.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Trincalo, you are a barbarous prince, and so farewell.<br /> <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> +<span class="smcap">Steph. Must.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Vent.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Subject-monster! stand you sentry before my cellar; my queen +and I will enter, and feast ourselves within.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[155]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE IV.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Milcha</span> <i>invisible</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> How far will this invisible musician</span> + <span class="i0">Conduct my steps? he hovers still about me;</span> + <span class="i0">Whether for good or ill, I cannot tell,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor care I much; for I have been so long</span> + <span class="i0">A slave to chance, that I'm as weary of</span> + <span class="i0">Her flatteries as her frowns; but here I am——</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Here I am.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Ha! art thou so? the spirit's turned an echo:</span> + <span class="i0">This might seem pleasant, could the burden of</span> + <span class="i0">My griefs accord with any thing but sighs;</span> + <span class="i0">And my last words, like those of dying men,</span> + <span class="i0">Need no reply. Fain I would go to shades,</span> + <span class="i0">Where few would wish to follow me.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Follow me.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> This evil spirit grows importunate,</span> + <span class="i0">But I'll not take his counsel.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Take his counsel.</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> It may be the devil's counsel, I'll never take it.</p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Take it.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> I will discourse no more with thee,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor follow one step further.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> One step further.<br /></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> This must have more importance than an echo;</span> + <span class="i0">Some spirit tempts me to a precipice.</span> + <span class="i0">I'll try if it will answer when I sing</span> + <span class="i0">My sorrows, to the murmur of this brook.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[156]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">HE SINGS.</span></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>Go thy way.</i></span></p> + +<p>Ariel.<span style="margin-left: 8em;"><i>Go thy way.</i></span></p> + +<p>Ferd.<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><i>Why shouldst thou stay?</i></span></p> + +<p>Ariel.<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><i>Why shouldst thou stay?</i></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Ferd. <i>Where the winds whistle, and where the streams creep,</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>Under yon willow-tree fain would I sleep.</i></span> + <span class="i8"><i>Then let me alone,</i></span> + <span class="i8"><i>For 'tis time to be gone.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Ariel.<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><i>For 'tis time to be gone</i>.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Ferd. <i>What cares or pleasures can be in this isle?</i></span> + <span class="i8"><i>Within this desart place,</i></span> + <span class="i8"><i>There lives no human race;</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Fate cannot frown here, nor kind fortune smile.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Ariel. <i>Kind fortune smiles, and she</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Has yet in store for thee</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Some strange felicity.</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Follow me, follow me,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>And thou shalt see.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> I'll take thy word for once;<br /> +Lead on, musician.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt and return.</i></span><br /></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE V.—<i>The Cypress-trees and Caves.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Scene changes, and discovers</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Advance the fringed curtains of thine eyes,</span> + <span class="i0">And say what thou seest yonder.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Is it a spirit?</span> + <span class="i0">Lord, how it looks about! Sir, I confess</span> + <span class="i0">it carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[157]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> No, girl, it eats, and sleeps, and has such senses</span> + <span class="i0">As we have. This young gallant, whom thou see'st,</span> + <span class="i0">Was in the wreck; were he not somewhat stained</span> + <span class="i0">With grief, (beauty's worst canker) thou might'st call him</span> + <span class="i0">A goodly person; he has lost his company,</span> + <span class="i0">And strays about to find them.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I might call him</span> + <span class="i0">A thing divine, for nothing natural</span> + <span class="i0">I ever saw so noble.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> It goes on,</span> + <span class="i0">As my soul prompts it: Spirit, fine spirit,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll free thee within two days for this.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> She's sure the mistress on whom these airs attend.</span> + <span class="i0">Fair excellence! if, as your form declares,</span> + <span class="i0">You are divine, be pleased to instruct me how</span> + <span class="i0">You will be worshipped; so bright a beauty</span> + <span class="i0">Cannot sure belong to human kind.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> I am, like you, a mortal, if such you are.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> My language, too! O heavens! I am the best</span> + <span class="i0">Of them who speak this speech, when I'm in my</span> + <span class="i0">Own country.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> How, the best? what wert thou, if</span> + <span class="i0">The duke of Savoy heard thee?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> As I am now;</span> + <span class="i0">Who wonders to hear thee speak of Savoy;</span> + <span class="i0">He does hear me, and that he does, I weep.</span> + <span class="i0">Myself am Savoy, whose fatal eyes (ne'er since at ebb) beheld</span> + <span class="i0">The duke, my father, wrecked.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Alack! for pity!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> At the first sight they have changed eyes.</span> + <span class="i0">Dear Ariel, I'll set thee free for this.—</span> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[158]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Young sir, a word.</span> + <span class="i0">With hazard of yourself you do me wrong.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Why speaks my father so ungently? This is</span> + <span class="i0">The third man that I ever saw, the first</span> + <span class="i0">Whom e'er I sighed for; sweet heaven, move my father</span> + <span class="i0">To be inclined my way.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> O! if a virgin,</span> + <span class="i0">And your affections not gone forth, I'll make you</span> + <span class="i0">Mistress of Savoy.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Soft, sir, one word more.——</span> + <span class="i0">They're in each other's power; but this swift business</span> + <span class="i0">I must uneasy make, lest too light winning</span> + <span class="i0">Make the prize light.—One word more. Thou usurp'st</span> + <span class="i0">The name not due to thee, hast put thyself</span> + <span class="i0">Upon this island as a spy, to get</span> + <span class="i0">The government from me, the lord of it.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> No, as I'm a man.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:</span> + <span class="i0">If the evil spirit hath so fair a house,</span> + <span class="i0">Good things will strive to dwell with it.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> No more. Speak not for him, he is a traitor.</span> + <span class="i0">Come! thou art my prisoner, and shalt be in bonds.</span> + <span class="i0">Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be</span> + <span class="i0">The fresh brook-muscles, withered roots and husks,</span> + <span class="i0">Wherein the acorn cradled;——follow.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> No, I will resist such entertainment,</span> + <span class="i0">Till my enemy has more power.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>He draws, and is charmed from moving.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> O dear father! make not too rash a trial</span> + <span class="i0">Of him; for he is gentle, and not fearful.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> My child my tutor! put thy sword up,</span> + <span class="i0">Traitor, who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[159]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Thy conscience is possessed with guilt.</span> + <span class="i0">Come from thy ward,</span> + <span class="i0">For I can here disarm thee with this wand,</span> + <span class="i0">And make thy weapon drop.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> 'Beseech you, father.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Hence: Hang not on my garment.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Sir, have pity!</span> + <span class="i0">I'll be his surety!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Silence! one word more</span> + <span class="i0">Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What!</span> + <span class="i0">An advocate for an impostor? sure</span> + <span class="i0">Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as his;</span> + <span class="i0">To the most of men this is a Caliban,</span> + <span class="i0">And they to him are angels.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> My affections are then most humble;</span> + <span class="i0">I have no ambition to see a goodlier man.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Come on, obey:</span> + <span class="i0">Thy nerves are in their infancy again,</span> + <span class="i0">And have no vigour in them.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> So they are:</span> + <span class="i0">My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up:</span> + <span class="i0">My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,</span> + <span class="i0">The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats,</span> + <span class="i0">To whom I am subdued, would seem light to me,</span> + <span class="i0">Might I but once a day thorough my prison</span> + <span class="i0">Behold this maid: All corners else o' the earth</span> + <span class="i0">Let liberty make use of: I have space</span> + <span class="i0">Enough in such a prison.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> It works: Come on:</span> + <span class="i0">Thou hast done well, fine Ariel: Follow me.</span> + <span class="i0">Hark what thou shalt do for me.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Whispers</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Be of comfort!</span> + <span class="i0">My father's of a better nature, sir,</span> + <span class="i0">Than he appears by speech: This is unwonted,</span> + <span class="i0">Which now came from him.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thou shalt be free as mountain winds:</span> + <span class="i0">But then</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[160]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Exactly do all points of my command.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> To a syllable.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp. to Mir.</i> Go in that way, speak not a word for him:</span> + <span class="i0">I'll separate you.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> As soon thou may'st divide the waters, when</span> + <span class="i0">Thou strik'st 'em, which pursue thy bootless blow,</span> + <span class="i0">And meet when it is past.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Go practise your philosophy within,</span> + <span class="i0">And if you are the same you speak yourself,</span> + <span class="i0">Bear your afflictions like a prince.—That door</span> + <span class="i0">Shews you your lodging.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> 'Tis in vain to strive, I must obey.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Ferd</span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> This goes as I would wish it.</span> + <span class="i0">Now for my second care, Hippolito.</span> + <span class="i0">I shall not need to chide him for his fault,</span> + <span class="i0">His passion is become his punishment.</span> + <span class="i0">Come forth, Hippolito.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> 'Tis Prospero's voice.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Hippolito, I know you now expect</span> + <span class="i0">I should severely chide you: You have seen</span> + <span class="i0">A woman, in contempt of my commands.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> But, sir, you see I am come off unharmed;</span> + <span class="i0">I told you, that you need not doubt my courage.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> You think you have received no hurt?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> No, none, sir.</span> + <span class="i0">Try me again; whene'er you please I'm ready:</span> + <span class="i0">I think I cannot fear an army of them.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> How much in vain it is to bridle nature!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + <span class="i0">Well, what was the success of your encounter?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Sir, we had none, we yielded both at first;</span> + <span class="i0">For I took her to mercy, and she me.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[161]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> But are you not much changed from what you were?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Methinks, I wish, and wish!—for what I know not,—</span> + <span class="i0">But still I wish:—Yet if I had that woman,</span> + <span class="i0">She, I believe, could tell me what I wish for.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> What would you do to make that woman yours?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I'd quit the rest o'the world, that I might live</span> + <span class="i0">Alone with her; she never should be from me:</span> + <span class="i0">We two would sit and look till our eyes ached.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> You'd soon be weary of her.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> O, sir, never.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> But you'll grow old and wrinkled, as you see</span> + <span class="i0">Me now, and then you will not care for her.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> You may do what you please; but, sir, we two</span> + <span class="i0">Can never possibly grow old.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> You must, Hippolito.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Whether we will or no, sir! who shall make us?</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Nature, which made me so.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> But you have told me, that her works are various:</span> + <span class="i0">She made you old, but she has made us young.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Time will convince you.—</span> + <span class="i0">Meanwhile, be sure you tread in honour's paths,</span> + <span class="i0">That you may merit her: And that you may not</span> + <span class="i0">Want fit occasions to employ your virtue,</span> + <span class="i0">In this next cave there is a stranger lodged,</span> + <span class="i0">One of your kind, young, of a noble presence,</span> + <span class="i0">And, as he says himself, of princely birth;</span> + <span class="i0">He is my prisoner, and in deep affliction:</span> + <span class="i0">Visit, and comfort him; it will become you.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[162]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> It is my duty, sir.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Hip.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> True, he has seen a woman, yet he lives!—</span> + <span class="i0">Perhaps I took the moment of his birth</span> + <span class="i0">Amiss: Perhaps my art itself is false.—</span> + <span class="i0">On what strange grounds we build our hopes and fears!</span> + <span class="i0">Man's life is all a mist! and, in the dark,</span> + <span class="i0">Our fortunes meet us.</span> + <span class="i0">If fate be not, then what can we foresee?</span> + <span class="i0">Or how can we avoid it, if it be?</span> + <span class="i0">If by free will in our own paths we move,</span> + <span class="i0">How are we bounded by decrees above?</span> + <span class="i0">Whether we drive, or whether we are driven,</span> + <span class="i0">If ill, 'tis ours: if good, the act of heaven.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE VI.—<i>A Cave.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Your pity, noble youth, doth much oblige me.</span> + <span class="i0">Indeed, 'twas sad to lose a father so.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Ay, and an only father too; for sure</span> + <span class="i0">You said, you had but one.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> But one father! He's wondrous simple.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Are such misfortunes frequent in your world,</span> + <span class="i0">Where many men live?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Such are we born to.—</span> + <span class="i0">But, gentle youth, as you have questioned me,</span> + <span class="i0">So give me leave to ask you, what you are?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Do not you know?</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> How should I?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I well hoped</span> + <span class="i0">I was a man, but, by your ignorance</span> + <span class="i0">Of what I am, I fear it is not so.—</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[163]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Well, Prospero! this is now the second time</span> + <span class="i0">You have deceived me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Sir, there is no doubt</span> + <span class="i0">You are a man: But I would know, of whence?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Why, of this world; I never was in yours.</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Have you a father?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I was told I had one,</span> + <span class="i0">And that he was a man; yet I have been</span> + <span class="i0">So much deceived, I dare not tell't you for</span> + <span class="i0">A truth: But I have still been kept a prisoner,</span> + <span class="i0">For fear of women.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> They, indeed, are dangerous;</span> + <span class="i0">For, since I came, I have beheld one here,</span> + <span class="i0">Whose beauty pierced my heart.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> How did she pierce? You seem not hurt.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Alas! the wound was made by her <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'brigh'">bright</ins> eyes,</span> + <span class="i0">And festers by her absence.</span> + <span class="i0">But, to speak plainer to you, sir, I love her.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Now, I suspect that love's the very thing,</span> + <span class="i0">That I feel too!—Pray tell me truly, sir,</span> + <span class="i0">Are you not grown unquiet since you saw her?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> I take no rest.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Just, just, my disease.—</span> + <span class="i0">Do you not wish, you do not know for what?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> O, no! I know too well for what I wish.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> There, I confess, I differ from you, sir:</span> + <span class="i0">But you desire she may be always with you?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> I can have no felicity without her.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Just my condition.—Alas, gentle sir!</span> + <span class="i0">I'll pity you, and you shall pity me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> I love so much, that, if I have her not,</span> + <span class="i0">I find I cannot live.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> How! do you love her,</span> + <span class="i0">And would you have her too? That must not be:</span> + <span class="i0">For none but I must have her.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[164]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> But perhaps we do not love the same:</span> + <span class="i0">All beauties are not pleasing alike to all.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why, are there more fair women, sir,</span> + <span class="i0">Besides that one I love?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> That's a strange question. There are many more,</span> + <span class="i0">Besides that beauty which you love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I will have all</span> + <span class="i0">Of that kind, if there be a hundred of them.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> But, noble youth, you know not what you say.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Sir, they are things I love, I cannot be</span> + <span class="i0">Without them!—O, how I rejoice!—More women!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Sir, if you love, you must be tied to one.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Tied! How tied to her?</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> To love none but her.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> But, sir, I find it is against my nature.</span> + <span class="i0">I must love where I like; and, I believe, I may like all,—</span> + <span class="i0">All that are fair. Come, bring me to this woman,</span> + <span class="i0">For I must have her.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> His simplicity</span> + <span class="i0">Is such, that I can scarce be angry with him.—</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Perhaps, sweet youth, when you behold her, you</span> + <span class="i0">Will find you do not love her.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I find already</span> + <span class="i0">I love, because she is another woman.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> You cannot love two women both at once.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Sure 'tis my duty to love all who do</span> + <span class="i0">Resemble her, whom I've already seen.</span> + <span class="i0">I'll have as many as I can, that are</span> + <span class="i0">So good, and angel-like, as she I love;</span> + <span class="i0">And will have yours.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Pretty youth, you cannot.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[165]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> I can do any thing for that I love.</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> I may, perhaps, by force, restrain you from it.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why, do so, if you can. But either promise me</span> + <span class="i0">To love no woman, or you must try your force.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> I cannot help it, I must love.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Well, you may love;</span> + <span class="i0">For Prospero taught me friendship too. You shall</span> + <span class="i0">Love me, and other men, if you can find them;</span> + <span class="i0">But all the angel women shall be mine.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd</i> I must break off this conference, or he</span> + <span class="i0">Will urge me else beyond what I can bear.—</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Sweet youth, some other time we will speak</span> + <span class="i0">Farther concerning both our loves; at present</span> + <span class="i0">I am indisposed with weariness and grief,</span> + <span class="i0">And would, if you're so pleased, retire a while.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Some other time be it; but, sir, remember,</span> + <span class="i0">That I both seek and much entreat your friendship;</span> + <span class="i0">For, next to women, I find I can love you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> I thank you, sir, I will consider of it.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Ferd.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> This stranger does insult, and comes into</span> + <span class="i0">My world, to take those heavenly beauties from me,</span> + <span class="i0">Which, I believe, I am inspired to love.—</span> + <span class="i0">And yet he said, he did desire but one:</span> + <span class="i0">He would be poor in love, but I'll be rich.—</span> + <span class="i0">I now perceive that Prospero was cunning;</span> + <span class="i0">For when he frightened me from womankind,</span> + <span class="i0">Those precious things he for himself designed.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[166]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT IV. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Cypress trees and a Cave.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Your suit has pity in't, and has prevailed.</span> + <span class="i0">Within this cave he lies, and you may see him:</span> + <span class="i0">But yet take heed; let prudence be your guide:</span> + <span class="i0">You must not stay, your visit must be short.—</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>She's going.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">One thing I had forgot; insinuate into his mind</span> + <span class="i0">A kindness to that youth, whom first you saw;</span> + <span class="i0">I would have friendship grow betwixt them.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> You shall be obeyed in all things.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Be earnest to unite their very souls.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> I shall endeavour it.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> This may secure</span> + <span class="i0">Hippolito from that dark danger, which</span> + <span class="i0">My art forebodes; for friendship does provide</span> + <span class="i0">A double strength to oppose the assaults of fortune.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Prosp.</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> To be a prisoner where I dearly love,</span> + <span class="i0">Is but a double tie, a link of fortune</span> + <span class="i0">Joined to the chain of love; but not to see her,</span> + <span class="i0">And yet to be so near her, there's the hardship!—</span> + <span class="i0">I feel myself as on a rack, stretched out</span> + <span class="i0">And nigh the ground, on which I might have ease,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet, cannot reach it.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Sir!—my lord!—where are you?</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Is it your voice, my love? or do I dream?</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Speak softly, it is I.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> O heavenly creature!</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[167]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Ten times more gentle than your fathers cruel!—</span> + <span class="i0">How, on a sudden, all my griefs are vanished!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> How do you bear your prison?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> 'Tis my palace,</span> + <span class="i0">While you are here, and love and silence wait</span> + <span class="i0">Upon our wishes; do but think we chuse it,</span> + <span class="i0">And 'tis what we would chuse.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I'm sure what I would.</span> + <span class="i0">But how can I be certain that you love me?</span> + <span class="i0">Look to't; for I will die when you are false.</span> + <span class="i0">I've heard my father tell of maids, who died,</span> + <span class="i0">And haunted their false lovers with their ghosts.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Your ghost must take another form to fright me,</span> + <span class="i0">This shape will be too pleasing.—Do I love you?</span> + <span class="i0">O, heaven! O, earth! bear witness to this sound,</span> + <span class="i0">If I prove false!—</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> O, hold! you shall not swear,</span> + <span class="i0">For heaven will hate you if you prove forsworn.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Did I not love, I could no more endure</span> + <span class="i0">This undeserved captivity, than I</span> + <span class="i0">Could wish to gain my freedom, with the loss</span> + <span class="i0">Of you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I am a fool, to weep at what</span> + <span class="i0">I'm glad of: But I have a suit to you,</span> + <span class="i0">And that, sir, shall</span> + <span class="i0">Be now the only trial of your love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> You've said enough, never to be denied,</span> + <span class="i0">Were it my life; for you have far o'er-bid</span> + <span class="i0">The price of all that human life is worth.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Sir, 'tis to love one for my sake, who, for</span> + <span class="i0">His own, deserves all the respect which you</span> + <span class="i0">Can ever pay him.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> You mean your father: Do not think his usage</span> + <span class="i0">Can make me hate him; when he gave you being,</span> + <span class="i0">He then did that, which cancelled all these wrongs.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[168]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I meant not him; for that was a request,</span> + <span class="i0">Which, if you love, I should not need to urge.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Is there another whom I ought to love;</span> + <span class="i0">And love him for your sake?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Yes, such a one,</span> + <span class="i0">Who, for his sweetness and his goodly shape,</span> + <span class="i0">(If I, who am unskilled in forms, may judge)</span> + <span class="i0">I think can scarce be equalled: 'Tis a youth,</span> + <span class="i0">A stranger, too, as you are.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Of such a graceful feature! and must I,</span> + <span class="i0">For your sake, love him?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Yes, sir: Do you scruple</span> + <span class="i0">To grant the first request I ever made?</span> + <span class="i0">He's wholly unacquainted with the world,</span> + <span class="i0">And wants your conversation. You should have</span> + <span class="i0">Compassion on so mere a stranger.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Those need compassion whom you discommend,</span> + <span class="i0">Not whom you praise.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Come, you must love him for my sake:—</span> + <span class="i0">You shall!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Must I for yours, and cannot for my own?</span> + <span class="i0">Either you do not love, or think that I don't:</span> + <span class="i0">But, when you bid me love him, I must hate him.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Have I so far offended you already,</span> + <span class="i0">That he offends you only for my sake?—</span> + <span class="i0">Yet sure you would not hate him, if you saw</span> + <span class="i0">Him as I've done, so full of youth and beauty.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> O, poison to my hopes!—</span> + <span class="i0">When he did visit me, and I did mention</span> + <span class="i0">This beauteous creature to him, he then did tell</span> + <span class="i0">Me, he would have her.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> +<p><i>Mir.</i> Alas! what mean you?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> It is too plain: Like most of her frail sex,</span> + <span class="i0">She's false, but has not learned the art to hide it.</span> + <span class="i0">Nature has done her part, she loves variety:—</span> + <span class="i0">Why did I think that any woman could</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[169]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Be innocent, because she's young? No, no!</span> + <span class="i0">Their nurses teach them change, when, with two nipples,</span> + <span class="i0">They do divide their liking.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I fear I have offended you, and yet</span> + <span class="i0">I meant no harm: But, if you please to hear me,—</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>A noise within.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Hark, sir! now I am sure my father comes,</span> + <span class="i0">I know his steps: Dear love! retire a while;</span> + <span class="i0">I fear I've staid too long.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Too long indeed, and yet not long enough:</span> + <span class="i0">Oh, jealousy! Oh, love! how you distract me!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Ferd.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> He appears displeased with that young man, I know</span> + <span class="i0">Not why: But, 'till I find from whence his hate proceeds,</span> + <span class="i0">I must conceal it from my father's knowledge;</span> + <span class="i0">For he will think that guiltless I have caused it,</span> + <span class="i0">And suffer me no more to see my love.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Now I have been indulgent to your wish;</span> + <span class="i0">You have seen the prisoner?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Yes.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> And he spoke to you?</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> He spoke; but he received short answers from me.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> How like you his converse?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> At second sight,</span> + <span class="i0">A man does not appear so rare a creature.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> I find she loves him much, because she hides it.</span> + <span class="i0">Love teaches cunning even to innocence.—</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Well, go in.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Forgive me, truth! for thus disguising thee.</span> + <span class="i0">If I can make him think, I do not love</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[170]</a></span> + <span class="i0">The stranger much, he'll let me see him oftener.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Mir.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Stay, stay!—--I had forgot to ask her,</span> + <span class="i0">What she has said of young Hippolito.—</span> + <span class="i0">Oh, here he comes! and, with him, my Dorinda:</span> + <span class="i0">I'll not be seen; let their loves grow in secret.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> But why are you so sad?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> But why are you so joyful?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I have within me</span> + <span class="i0">All, all the various music of the woods.</span> + <span class="i0">Since last I saw you, I have heard brave news!</span> + <span class="i0">I will tell you, and make you joyful for me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Sir, when I saw you first, I, through my eyes,</span> + <span class="i0">Drew something in, I know not what it is;</span> + <span class="i0">But still it entertains me with such thoughts,</span> + <span class="i0">As make me doubtful whether joy becomes me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Pray believe me,</span> + <span class="i0">As I'm a man, I'll tell you blessed news:</span> + <span class="i0">I've heard, there are more women in the world,</span> + <span class="i0">As fair as you are too.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Is this your news? You see it moves not me.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> And I will have them all.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> What will become of me then?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I'll have you too.—</span> + <span class="i0">But are not you acquainted with these women?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> I never saw but one.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Is there but one here?—</span> + <span class="i0">This is a base poor world, I'll go to the other;</span> + <span class="i0">I've heard men have abundance of them there.—</span> + <span class="i0">But, pray, where's that one woman?</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[171]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Who, my sister?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Is she your sister? I'm glad of that. You shall</span> + <span class="i0">Help me to her, and I will love you for it.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Offers to take her hand.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Away! I will not have you touch my hand.—</span> + <span class="i0">My father's counsel, which enjoined reservedness,</span> + <span class="i0">Was not in vain, I see.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> What makes you shun me?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> You need not care, you'll have my sister's hand.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Why, must not he, who touches hers, touch yours?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> You mean to love her too?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Do not you love her?</span> + <span class="i0">Then why should I not do so?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> She's my sister;</span> + <span class="i0">And, therefore, I must love her: But you cannot</span> + <span class="i0">Love both of us.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I warrant you I can:—</span> + <span class="i0">Oh, that you had more sisters!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> You may love her,</span> + <span class="i0">But then I'll not love you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> O, but you must;</span> + <span class="i0">One is enough for you, but not for me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> My sister told me, she had seen another;</span> + <span class="i0">A man like you, and she liked only him:</span> + <span class="i0">Therefore, if one must be enough for her,</span> + <span class="i0">He is that one, and then you cannot have her.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> If she like him, she may like both of us.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> But how if I should change, and like that man:</span> + <span class="i0">Would you be willing to permit that change?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> No, for you liked me first.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> So you did me.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> But I would never have you see that man;</span> + <span class="i0">I cannot bear it.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[172]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> I'll see neither of you.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Yes, me you may, for we are now acquainted:</span> + <span class="i0">But he's the man, of whom your father warned you;</span> + <span class="i0">O, he's a terrible, huge, monstrous creature!</span> + <span class="i0">I'm but a woman to him.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I will see him,</span> + <span class="i0">Except you'll promise not to see my sister.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Yes, for your sake, I needs must see your sister.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> But she's a terrible, huge creature too!</span> + <span class="i0">If I were not her sister, she would eat me;</span> + <span class="i0">Therefore take heed.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I heard that she was fair,</span> + <span class="i0">And like you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> No, indeed, she's like my father,</span> + <span class="i0">With a great beard; 'twould fright you to look on her:</span> + <span class="i0">Therefore that man and she may go together,</span> + <span class="i0">They are fit for nobody but one another.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> [<i>Looking in.</i>] Yonder he comes with glaring eyes; fly! fly!</span> + <span class="i0">Before he sees you.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Must we part so soon?</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> You're a lost woman if you see him.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I would not willingly be lost, for fear</span> + <span class="i0">You should not find me. I'll avoid him.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Dor.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> She fain would have deceived me, but I know</span> + <span class="i0">Her sister must be fair, for she's a woman;</span> + <span class="i0">All of a kind, that I have seen, are like</span> + <span class="i0">To one another: All the creatures of</span> + <span class="i0">The rivers and the woods are so.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[173]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> O, well encountered! you are the happy man!</span> + <span class="i0">You've got the hearts of both the beauteous women.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> How, sir! pray, are you sure on't?</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> One of them charged me to love you for her sake.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Then I must have her.</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> No, not till I am dead.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> How dead? what's that?—But whatsoe'er it be,</span> + <span class="i0">I long to have her.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Time and my grief may make me die.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> But, for a friend, you should make haste; I ne'er</span> + <span class="i0">Asked any thing of you before.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> I see your ignorance,</span> + <span class="i0">And, therefore, will instruct you in my meaning.</span> + <span class="i0">The woman, whom I love, saw you, and loved you;</span> + <span class="i0">Now, sir, if you love her, you'll cause my death.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Be sure I'll do it then.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> But I am your friend;</span> + <span class="i0">And I request you that you would not love her.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> When friends request unreasonable things,</span> + <span class="i0">Sure they're to be denied. You say she's fair;</span> + <span class="i0">And I must love all who are fair: for, to tell you</span> + <span class="i0">A secret, sir, which I have lately found</span> + <span class="i0">Within myself, they're all made for me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> That's but a fond conceit: You're made for one,</span> + <span class="i0">And one for you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> You cannot tell me, sir;</span> + <span class="i0">I know I'm made for twenty hundred women,</span> + <span class="i0">(I mean, if there so many be i'the world,)</span> + <span class="i0">So that, if I once see her, I shall love her.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Then do not see her. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[174]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Yes, sir, I must see her:</span> + <span class="i0">For I would fain have my heart beat again,</span> + <span class="i0">Just as it did when I first saw her sister.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> I find I must not let you see her then.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> How will you hinder me?</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> By force of arms.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> By force of arms!</span> + <span class="i0">My arms, perhaps, may be as strong as yours.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> He's still so ignorant, that I pity him,</span> + <span class="i0">And fain would avoid force. [<i>Aside.</i>]—Pray do not see her,</span> + <span class="i0">She was mine first; you have no right to her.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I have not yet considered what is right;</span> + <span class="i0">But, sir, I know my inclinations are</span> + <span class="i0">To love all women; and I have been taught,</span> + <span class="i0">That to dissemble what I think is base.</span> + <span class="i0">In honour, then, of truth, I must declare,</span> + <span class="i0">That I do love, and I will see your woman.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Would you be willing I should see and love</span> + <span class="i0">Your woman, and endeavour to seduce her</span> + <span class="i0">From that affection, which she vowed to you?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I would not you should do it, but if she</span> + <span class="i0">Should love you best, I cannot hinder her.</span> + <span class="i0">But, sir, for fear she should, I will provide</span> + <span class="i0">Against the worst, and try to get your woman.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> But I pretend no claim at all to yours;</span> + <span class="i0">Besides, you are more beautiful than I,</span> + <span class="i0">And fitter to allure unpractised hearts:</span> + <span class="i0">Therefore I once more beg you will not see her.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I'm glad you let me know I have such beauty;</span> + <span class="i0">If that will get me women, they shall have it</span> + <span class="i0">As far as ere 'twill go: I'll never want them.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Then, since you have refused this act of friendship,</span> + <span class="i0">Provide yourself a sword, for we must fight.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[175]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> A sword! what's that?</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Why such a thing as this.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> What should I do with it?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> You must stand thus,</span> + <span class="i0">And push against me, while I push at you,</span> + <span class="i0">'Till one of us fall dead.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> This is brave sport:</span> + <span class="i0">But we have no swords growing in our world.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> What shall we do then to decide our quarrel?</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> We'll take the sword by turns, and fight with it.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Strange ignorance! [<i>Aside.</i>]—You must defend your life,</span> + <span class="i0">And so must I. But since you have no sword,</span> + <span class="i0">Take this: [<i>Gives him his sword.</i>] For in a corner of my cave</span> + <span class="i0">I found a rusty one; perhaps 'twas his,</span> + <span class="i0">Who keeps me pris'ner here: That I will fit:</span> + <span class="i0">When next we meet, prepare yourself to fight.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Make haste then, this shall ne'er be yours again.</span> + <span class="i0">I mean to fight with all the men I meet,</span> + <span class="i0">And, when they're dead, their women shall be mine.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> I see you are unskilful: I desire not</span> + <span class="i0">To take your life, but, if you please, we'll fight</span> + <span class="i0">On these conditions; he, who first draws blood,</span> + <span class="i0">Or who can take the other's weapon from him,</span> + <span class="i0">Shall be acknowledged as the conqueror,</span> + <span class="i0">And both the women shall be his.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Agreed,</span> + <span class="i0">And every day I'll fight for two more with you.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> But win these first.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I'll warrant you I'll push you.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[176]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE III.—<i>The wild Island.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span>, <span class="smcap">Caliban</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sycorax</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> My lord, I see 'em coming yonder.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Whom?</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> The starved prince, and his two thirsty subjects, that would +have our liquor.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> If thou wert a monster of parts, I would make thee my master of +ceremonies, to conduct 'em in. The devil take all dunces! thou hast lost +a brave employment, by not being a linguist, and for want of behaviour.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> My lord, shall I go meet 'em? I'll be kind to all of 'em, just as +I am to thee.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc</i>. No, that's against the fundamental laws of my dukedom: You are +in a high place, spouse, and must give good example. Here they come; +we'll put on the gravity of statesmen, and be very dull, that we may be +held wise.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span>, <span class="smcap">Ventoso</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Duke Trincalo, we have considered.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Peace or war?</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Peace, and the butt.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> I come now as a private person, and promise to live peaceably +under your government.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> You shall enjoy the benefits of peace; and the first fruits of +it, amongst all civil nations, is to be drunk for joy: Caliban, skink +about.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> I long to have a rouse to her grace's health, and to the +<i>haunse in kelder</i>, or rather haddock in kelder, for I guess it will be +half fish.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Subject Stephano, here's to thee; and let old quarrels be +drowned in this draught.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Drinks.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[177]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Great magistrate, here's thy sister's health to thee.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Drinks to</i> <span class="smcap">Calib.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> He shall not drink of that immortal liquor; my lord, let him +drink water.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> O sweetheart, you must not shame yourself to-day. Gentlemen +subjects, pray bear with her good huswifery: She wants a little +breeding, but she's hearty.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Ventoso, here's to thee. Is it not better to pierce the butt, +than to quarrel and pierce one another's bellies?</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Let it come, boy.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Now would I lay greatness aside, and shake my heels, if I had +but music.</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> O my lord! my mother left us in her will a hundred spirits to +attend us, devils of all sorts, some great roaring devils, and some +little singing spirits.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> Shall we call? And thou shalt hear them in the air.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> I accept the motion: Let us have our mother-in-law's legacy +immediately.</p> + +<p class="center">CALIBAN SINGS.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i4"><i>We want music, we want mirth.</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>Up, dam, and cleave the earth:</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>We have no lords that wrong us,</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>Send thy merry spirits among us.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> What a merry tyrant am I, to have my music, and pay nothing +for't!</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>A table rises, and four Spirits with wine and meat enter, placing it, +as they dance, on the table: The dance ended, the bottles vanish, and +the table sinks again.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[178]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> The bottle's drunk.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Then the bottle's a weak shallow fellow, if it be drunk first.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Stephano, give me thy hand: thou hast been a rebel, but here's +to thee: [<i>Drinks.</i>] Pr'ythee, why should we quarrel? Shall I swear two +oaths? By bottle, and by butt, I love thee: In witness whereof I drink +soundly.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Your grace shall find there's no love lost, for I will pledge +you soundly.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Thou hast been a false rebel, but that's all one; pledge my +grace faithfully.—Caliban, go to the butt, and tell me how it +sounds. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Caliban</span>.] Peer Stephano, dost thou love me?</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> I love your grace, and all your princely family.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> 'Tis no matter, if thou lov'st me; hang my family: Thou art my +friend, pr'ythee tell me what thou think'st of my princess:</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> I look on her, as on a very noble princess.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Noble! indeed she had a witch to her mother; and the witches +are of great families in Lapland: but the devil was her father; and I +have heard of the Monsieur De Villes in France: but look on her +beauty,—is she a fit wife for Duke Trincalo? Mark her behaviour +too,—she's tippling yonder with the serving-men.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> An't please your grace, she's somewhat homely, but that's no +blemish in a princess. She is virtuous.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Umph! virtuous! I am loath to disparage her; but thou art my +friend,—canst thou be close?</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> As a stopt bottle, an't please your grace.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Caliban</span> <i>again with a bottle.</i></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Why then I'll tell thee,—I found her an hour ago under an +elder-tree, upon a sweet bed of nettles, singing Tory Rory, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[179]</a></span> +Rantum Scantum, with her own natural brother.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> O Jew! make love in her own tribe?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> But 'tis no matter; to tell thee true, I married her to be a +great man, and so forth: But make no words on't, for I care not who +knows it, and so here's to thee again.—Give me the bottle, +Caliban! did you knock the butt? How does it sound?</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> It sounds as though it had a noise within.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> I fear the butt begins to rattle in the throat, and is +departing: give me the bottle.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Drinks.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> A short life and a merry, I say.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Steph.</span> <i>whispers</i> <span class="smcap">Sycorax.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> But did he tell you so?</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> He said you were as ugly as your mother, and that he married +you only to get possession of the island.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> My mother's devils fetch him for't!</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> And your father's too. Hem! skink about his grace's health +again. O if you will but cast an eye of pity upon me—</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> I will cast two eyes of pity on thee; I love thee more than haws +or blackberries. I have a hoard of wildings in the moss, my brother +knows not of 'em; but I'll bring thee where they are.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Trincalo was but my man, when time was.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> Wert thou his god, and didst thou give him liquor?</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> I gave him brandy, and drunk sack myself: Wilt thou leave him, +and thou shalt be my princess?</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> If thou canst make me glad with this liquor.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> I'll warrant thee; we'll ride into the country where it +grows.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[180]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> How wilt thou carry me thither?</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Upon a hackney-devil of thy mother's.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> What's that you will do? Ha! I hope you have not betrayed me? +How does my pigsnye?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Sycorax.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> Begone! thou shalt not be my lord; thou say'st I'm ugly.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Did you tell her so?—ha! he's a rogue, do not believe +him, chuck.</p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> The foul words were yours: I will not eat 'em for you.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> I see, if once a rebel, then ever a rebel. Did I receive thee +into grace for this? I will correct thee with my royal hand.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Strikes</i> <span class="smcap">Steph.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> Dost thou hurt my love?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Flies at</i> <span class="smcap">Trinc.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> Where are our guards? Treason! Treason!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Vent. Must. Calib.</span> <i>run betwixt</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> Who took up arms first, the prince or the people?</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> This false traitor has corrupted the wife of my bosom. +[<i>Whispers</i> <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span> <i>hastily</i>.] Mustacho, strike on my side, and thou +shalt be my viceroy.</p> + +<p><i>Must.</i> I am against rebels. Ventoso, obey your viceroy.</p> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> You a viceroy?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>They two fight off from the rest.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Steph.</i> Ha! Hector monster! do you stand neuter?</p> + +<p><i>Calib.</i> Thou would'st drink my liquor, I will not help thee.</p> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> 'Twas his doing that I had such a husband, but I'll claw him.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Syc.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Calib.</span> <i>fight</i>, <span class="smcap">Syc.</span> <i>beating him off the stage.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[181]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> The whole nation is up in arms, and shall I stand idle?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Trinc.</span> <i>beats off</i> <span class="smcap">Steph.</span> <i>to the door.</i></span><br /> +<span class="rightalign"><i>Exit</i><span class="smcap"> Steph.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p>I'll not pursue too far, for fear the enemy will rally again, and +surprise my butt in the citadel. Well, I must be rid of my Lady +Trincalo, she will be in the fashion else; first, cuckold her husband, +and then sue for a separation, to get alimony.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE IV.—<i>The Cypress-trees and Cave.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, <i>with their swords +drawn</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Come, sir, our cave affords no choice of place,</span> + <span class="i0">But the ground's firm and even: Are you ready?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> As ready as yourself, sir.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> You remember</span> + <span class="i0">On what conditions we must fight? Who first</span> + <span class="i0">Receives a wound is to submit.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Come, come,</span> + <span class="i0">This loses time; now for the women, sir.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>They fight a little</i>, <span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span> <i>hurts him</i>.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Sir, you are wounded.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> No.</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Believe your blood.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> I feel no hurt, no matter for my blood.</p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Remember our conditions.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> I will not leave, till my sword hits you too.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Hip.</span> <i>presses on</i>, <span class="smcap">Ferd.</span> <i>retires and wards</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> I'm loth to kill you; you are unskilful, sir.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> You beat aside my sword, but let it come</span> + <span class="i0">As near as yours, and you shall see my skill.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> You faint for loss of blood, I see you stagger;</span> + <span class="i0">Pray, sir, retire.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[182]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> No! I will ne'er go back.—</span> + <span class="i0">Methinks the cave turns round, I cannot find—</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Your eyes begin to dazzle.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why do you swim so, and dance about me?</span> + <span class="i0">Stand but still till I have made one thrust.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Hip.</span> <i>thrusts and falls</i>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> O help, help, help!</span> + <span class="i0">Unhappy man! what have I done?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I'm going to a cold sleep, but when I wake,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll fight again. Pray stay for me.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Swoons.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> He's gone!</span> + <span class="i0">He's gone! O stay, sweet, lovely youth! Help! help!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> What dismal noise is that?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> O see, sir, see,</span> + <span class="i0">What mischief my unhappy hand has wrought!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Alas! how much in vain doth feeble art</span> + <span class="i0">Endeavour to resist the will of heaven?</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Rubs</i> <span class="smcap">Hip.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">He's gone for ever; O thou cruel son</span> + <span class="i0">Of an inhuman father! all my designs</span> + <span class="i0">Are ruined and unravelled by this blow.</span> + <span class="i0">No pleasure now is left me but revenge.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Sir, if you knew my innocence—</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Peace, peace!</span> + <span class="i0">Can thy excuses give me back his life?</span> + <span class="i0">What, Ariel? sluggish spirit, where art thou?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Here, at thy beck, my lord.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Ay, now thou comest,</span> + <span class="i0">When fate is past, and not to be recalled.</span> + <span class="i0">Look there, and glut the malice of thy nature;</span> + <span class="i0">For, as thou art thyself, thou canst not but</span> + <span class="i0">Be glad to see young virtue nipt i' the blossom.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> My lord, the Being, high above, can witness,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[183]</a></span> + <span class="i0">I am not glad; we airy spirits are not of</span> + <span class="i0">A temper so malicious as the earthy,</span> + <span class="i0">But of a nature more approaching good.</span> + <span class="i0">For which we meet in swarms, and often combat</span> + <span class="i0">Betwixt the confines of the air and earth.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Why didst thou not prevent, at least foretel,</span> + <span class="i0">This fatal action then?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Pardon, great sir,</span> + <span class="i0">I meant to do it, but I was forbidden</span> + <span class="i0">By the ill genius of Hippolito,</span> + <span class="i0">Who came and threatened me, if I disclosed it,</span> + <span class="i0">To bind me in the bottom of the sea,</span> + <span class="i0">Far from the lightsome regions of the air,</span> + <span class="i0">(My native fields) above a hundred years.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> I'll chain thee in the north for thy neglect,</span> + <span class="i0">Within the burning bowels of Mount Hecla;</span> + <span class="i0">I'll singe thy airy wings with sulph'rous flames,</span> + <span class="i0">And choke thy tender nostrils with blue smoke;</span> + <span class="i0">At ev'ry hickup of the belching mountain,</span> + <span class="i0">Thou shalt be lifted up to taste fresh air,</span> + <span class="i0">And then fall down again.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Pardon, dread lord.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> No more of pardon than just heaven intends thee,</span> + <span class="i0">Shalt thou e'er find from me: Hence! fly with speed,</span> + <span class="i0">Unbind the charms which hold this murderer's father,</span> + <span class="i0">And bring him, with my brother, straight before me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Mercy, my potent lord! and I'll outfly</span> + <span class="i0">Thy thought.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> O heavens! what words are these I heard,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet cannot see who spoke 'em? Sure the woman</span> + <span class="i0">Whom I loved was like this, some airy vision.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[184]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> No, murderer! she's, like thee, of mortal mould,</span> + <span class="i0">But much too pure to mix with thy black crimes;</span> + <span class="i0">Yet she has faults, and must be punished for them.</span> + <span class="i0">Miranda and Dorinda! where are ye?</span> + <span class="i0">The will of heaven's accomplished: I have now</span> + <span class="i0">No more to fear, and nothing left to hope;</span> + <span class="i0">Now you may enter.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> My love! is it permitted me to see</span> + <span class="i0">You once again?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> You come to look your last;</span> + <span class="i0">I will for ever take him from your eyes.</span> + <span class="i0">But, on my blessing, speak not, nor approach him.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Pray, father, is not this my sister's man?</span> + <span class="i0">He has a noble form; but yet he's not</span> + <span class="i0">So excellent as my Hippolito.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Alas, poor girl! thou hast no man: Look yonder;</span> + <span class="i0">There's all of him that's left.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Why, was there ever any more of him?</span> + <span class="i0">He lies asleep, sir; shall I waken him?</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>She kneels by</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, <i>and jogs him</i>.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> Alas! he's never to be waked again.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> My love, my love! wilt thou not speak to me?</span> + <span class="i0">I fear you have displeased him, sir, and now</span> + <span class="i0">He will not answer me; he's dumb and cold too;</span> + <span class="i0">But I'll run straight, and make a fire to warm him.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda</span>, <i>running</i>.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><br /><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <span class="smcap">Gonzalo</span>, <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>; <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span> <i>invisible</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> Never were beasts so hunted into toils,</span> + <span class="i0">As we have been pursued by dreadful shapes.—</span> + <span class="i0">But is not that my son? O Ferdinand!</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[185]</a></span> + <span class="i0">If thou art not a ghost, let me embrace thee.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> My father! O sinister happiness!</span> + <span class="i0">Is it decreed I should recover you</span> + <span class="i0">Alive, just in that fatal hour, when this</span> + <span class="i0">Brave youth is lost in death, and by my hand?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Heaven! what new wonder's this?</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> This isle is full of nothing else.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> You stare upon me, as you ne'er had seen me;</span> + <span class="i0">Have fifteen years so lost me to your knowledge,</span> + <span class="i0">That you retain no memory of Prospero?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> The good old duke of Milan!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> I wonder less,</span> + <span class="i0">That thou, Antonio, knowest me not, because</span> + <span class="i0">Thou didst long since forget I was thy brother</span> + <span class="i0">Else I had ne'er been here.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Shame choaks my words.</p> + +<p><i>Alonz.</i> And wonder mine.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> For you, usurping prince,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Alonz.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Know, by my art you were shipwrecked on this isle,</span> + <span class="i0">Where, after I a while had punished you,</span> + <span class="i0">My vengeance would have ended; I designed</span> + <span class="i0">To match that son of yours with this my daughter.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alonz.</i> Pursue it still, I am most willing to it.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> So am not I. No marriages can prosper,</span> + <span class="i0">Which are with murderers made; look on that corpse.</span> + <span class="i0">This, whilst he lived, was young Hippolito;</span> + <span class="i0">That infant duke of Mantua, sir, whom you</span> + <span class="i0">Exposed with me; and here I bred him up,</span> + <span class="i0">Till that blood-thirsty man, that Ferdinand——</span> + <span class="i0">But why do I exclaim on him, when justice</span> + <span class="i0">Calls to unsheath her sword against his guilt?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alonz.</i> What do you mean?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> To execute heaven's laws.</span> + <span class="i0">Here I am placed by heaven, here I am prince,</span> + <span class="i0">Though you have dispossessed me of my Milan.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[186]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Though you have dispossessed me of my Milan.</span> + <span class="i0">Blood calls for blood; your Ferdinand shall die,</span> + <span class="i0">And I, in bitterness, have sent for you,</span> + <span class="i0">To have the sudden joy of seeing him alive,</span> + <span class="i0">And then the greater grief to see him die.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alonz.</i> And think'st thou I, or these, will tamely stand,</span> + <span class="i0">To view the execution?</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Lays hand upon his sword.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Hold, dear father!</span> + <span class="i0">I cannot suffer you to attempt against</span> + <span class="i0">His life, who gave her being, whom I love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Nay, then appear my guards—I thought no more</span> + <span class="i0">To use their aid; (I'm cursed because I used it.)</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>He stamps, and many Spirits appear.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">But they are now the ministers of heaven,</span> + <span class="i0">Whilst I revenge this murder.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alonz.</i> Have I for this</span> + <span class="i0">Found thee, my son, so soon again to lose thee?</span> + <span class="i0">Antonio, Gonzalo, speak for pity.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Adieu, my fairest mistress.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Mir.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Now I can hold no longer; I must speak,</span> + <span class="i0">Though I am loth to disobey you, sir:</span> + <span class="i0">Be not so cruel to the man I love,</span> + <span class="i0">Or be so kind to let me suffer with him.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Recall that prayer, or I shall wish to live,</span> + <span class="i0">Though death be all the 'mends that I can make.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> This night I will allow you, Ferdinand,</span> + <span class="i0">To fit you for your death; that cave's your prison.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alonz.</i> Ah, Prospero! hear me speak. You are a father:—</span> + <span class="i0">Look on my age, and look upon his youth.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> No more! all you can say is urged in vain,</span> + <span class="i0">I have no room for pity left within me.</span> + <span class="i0">Do you refuse? help, Ariel, with your fellows,</span> + <span class="i0">To drive them in; Alonzo and his son</span> + <span class="i0">Bestow in yonder cave, and here Gonzalo</span> + <span class="i0">Shall with Antonio lodge.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Spirits drive them in, as they are appointed.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><br /><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[187]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Sir, I have made a fire; shall he be warmed?</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> He's dead, and vital warmth will ne'er return.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Dead, sir! what's that?</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> His soul has left his body.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> When will it come again?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> O never, never!</span> + <span class="i0">He must be laid in earth, and there consume.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> He shall not lie in earth; you do not know</span> + <span class="i0">How well he loves me: Indeed he'll come again.</span> + <span class="i0">He told me he would go a little while,</span> + <span class="i0">But promised me he would not tarry long.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> He's murdered by the man who loved your sister.</span> + <span class="i0">Now both of you may see what 'tis to break</span> + <span class="i0">A father's precept; you would needs see man,</span> + <span class="i0">And by that sight are made for ever wretched;</span> + <span class="i0">Hippolito is dead, and Ferdinand</span> + <span class="i0">Must die for murdering him.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Have you no pity?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Your disobedience has so much incensed me,</span> + <span class="i0">That I this night can leave no blessing with you.</span> + <span class="i0">Help to convey the body to my couch,</span> + <span class="i0">Then leave me to mourn over it alone.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>They bear off the body of</i> <span class="smcap">Hip.</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><br /><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda</span> <i>again</i>. <span class="smcap">Ariel</span> <i>behind them</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> I've been so chid for my neglect by Prospero,</span> + <span class="i0">That I must now watch all, and be unseen.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Sister, I say again, 'twas long of you,</span> + <span class="i0">That all this mischief happened.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Blame not me</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[188]</a></span> + <span class="i0">For your own fault; your curiosity</span> + <span class="i0">Brought me to see the man.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> You safely might</span> + <span class="i0">Have seen him, and retired, but you would needs</span> + <span class="i0">Go near him, and converse; you may remember</span> + <span class="i0">My father called me thence, and I called you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> That was your envy, sister, not your love;</span> + <span class="i0">You called me thence, because you could not be</span> + <span class="i0">Alone with him yourself; but I am sure</span> + <span class="i0">My man had never gone to heaven so soon,</span> + <span class="i0">But that yours made him go.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Crying.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Sister, I could not wish that either of them</span> + <span class="i0">Should go to heaven without us; but it was</span> + <span class="i0">His fortune, and you must be satisfied.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I'll not be satisfied: My father says</span> + <span class="i0">He'll make your man as cold as mine is now;</span> + <span class="i0">And when he is made cold, my father will</span> + <span class="i0">Not let you strive to make him warm again.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> In spite of you, mine never shall be cold.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I'm sure 'twas he that made me miserable,</span> + <span class="i0">And I will be revenged. Perhaps you think</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis nothing to lose a man.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Yes, but there is</span> + <span class="i0">Some difference betwixt my Ferdinand,</span> + <span class="i0">And your Hippolito.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Ay, there's your judgment:</span> + <span class="i0">Your's is the oldest man I ever saw,</span> + <span class="i0">Except it were my father.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Sister, no more;</span> + <span class="i0">It is not comely in a daughter, when</span> + <span class="i0">She says her father's old.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> But why do I</span> + <span class="i0">Stay here, whilst my cold love perhaps may want me?</span> + <span class="i0">I'll pray my father to make yours cold too.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Sister, I'll never sleep with you again.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I'll never more meet in a bed with you,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[189]</a></span> + <span class="i0">But lodge on the bare ground, and watch my love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> And at the entrance of that cave I'll lie,</span> + <span class="i0">And echo to each blast of wind a sigh.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt severally, looking discontentedly on one another.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Harsh discord reigns throughout this fatal isle,</span> + <span class="i0">At which good angels mourn, ill spirits smile.</span> + <span class="i0">Old Prospero, by his daughters robbed of rest,</span> + <span class="i0">Has in displeasure left them both unblest.</span> + <span class="i0">Unkindly they abjure each other's bed,</span> + <span class="i0">To save the living, and revenge the dead.</span> + <span class="i0">Alonzo, and his son, are prisoners made,</span> + <span class="i0">And good Gonzalo does their crimes upbraid.</span> + <span class="i0">Antonio and Gonzalo disagree,</span> + <span class="i0">And would, though in one cave, at distance be.</span> + <span class="i0">The seamen all that cursed wine have spent,</span> + <span class="i0">Which still renewed their thirst of government;</span> + <span class="i0">And wanting subjects for the food of power,</span> + <span class="i0">Each would, to rule alone, the rest devour.</span> + <span class="i0">The monsters, Sycorax and Caliban,</span> + <span class="i0">More monstrous grow by passions learned from man.</span> + <span class="i0">Even I, not framed of warring elements,</span> + <span class="i0">Partake and suffer in these discontents.</span> + <span class="i0">Why should a mortal, by enchantments, hold</span> + <span class="i0">In chains a spirit of etherial mould?</span> + <span class="i0">Accursed magic we ourselves have taught,</span> + <span class="i0">And our own power has our subjections wrought!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT V. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> You beg in vain; I cannot pardon him;</span> + <span class="i0">He has offended heaven.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Then let heaven punish him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[190]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> It will, by me.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Grant him, at least, some respite for my sake.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> I, by deferring justice, should incense</span> + <span class="i0">The deity against myself and you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Yet I have heard you say, the powers above</span> + <span class="i0">Are slow in punishing; and should not you</span> + <span class="i0">Resemble them?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> The argument is weak.</span> + <span class="i0">But I want time to let you see your errors;</span> + <span class="i0">Retire, and, if you love him, pray for him.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>He's going.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> And can you be his judge and executioner?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> I cannot force Gonzalo or my brother,</span> + <span class="i0">Much less the father to destroy the son;</span> + <span class="i0">It must be then the monster Caliban,</span> + <span class="i0">And he's not here; but Ariel strait shall fetch him.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> My potent lord, before thou callest I come,</span> + <span class="i0">To serve thy will.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Then, spirit, fetch me here my savage slave.</p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> My lord, it does not need.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Art thou then prone to mischief, wilt thou be</span> + <span class="i0">Thyself the executioner?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> Think better of thy airy minister,</span> + <span class="i0">Who, for thy sake, unbidden, this night has flown</span> + <span class="i0">O'er almost all the habitable world.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> But to what purpose was all thy diligence?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> When I was chidden by my mighty lord,</span> + <span class="i0">For my neglect of young Hippolito,</span> + <span class="i0">I went to view his body, and soon found</span> + <span class="i0">His soul was but retired, not sallied out:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[191]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Then I collected</span> + <span class="i0">The best of simples underneath the moon,</span> + <span class="i0">The best of balms, and to the wound applied</span> + <span class="i0">The healing juice of vulnerary herbs.</span> + <span class="i0">His only danger was his loss of blood,</span> + <span class="i0">But now he's waked, my lord, and just this hour</span> + <span class="i0">He must be dressed again, as I have done it.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Anoint the sword which pierced him with this weapon-salve, and wrap it +close from air, till I have time to visit him again.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thou art my faithful servant;</span> + <span class="i0">It shall be done: be it your task, Miranda,</span> + <span class="i0">Because your sister is not present here;</span> + <span class="i0">While I go visit your dear Ferdinand,</span> + <span class="i0">From whom I will a while conceal the news,</span> + <span class="i0">That it may be more welcome.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I obey you,</span> + <span class="i0">And with a double duty, sir: For now,</span> + <span class="i0">You twice have given me life.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> My Ariel, follow me.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.</h3> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hippolito</span> <i>discovered on a couch</i>, <span class="smcap">Dorinda</span> <i>by him</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> How do you find yourself?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I'm somewhat cold;</span> + <span class="i0">Can you not draw me nearer to the sun?</span> + <span class="i0">I am too weak to walk.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> My love, I'll try.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>She draws the chair nearer to the audience.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">I thought you never would have walked again;</span> + <span class="i0">They told me you were gone to heaven;</span> + <span class="i0">Have you been there?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> I know not where I was.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I will not leave you, till you promise me,</span> + <span class="i0">You will not die again.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Indeed, I will not.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> You must not go to heaven, unless we go</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[192]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Together; for I have heard my father say,</span> + <span class="i0">That we must strive to be each other's guide,</span> + <span class="i0">The way to it will else be difficult,</span> + <span class="i0">Especially to those who are so young;</span> + <span class="i0">But I much wonder what it is to die.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Sure 'tis to dream, a kind of breathless sleep,</span> + <span class="i0">When once the soul's gone out.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> What is the soul?</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> A small blue thing, that runs about within us.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Then I have seen it in a frosty morning,</span> + <span class="i0">Run smoaking from my mouth.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> But, dear Dorinda,</span> + <span class="i0">What is become of him who fought with me?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> O! I can tell you joyful news of him;</span> + <span class="i0">My father means to make him die to-day,</span> + <span class="i0">For what he did to you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> That must not be,</span> + <span class="i0">My dear Dorinda; go, and beg your father,</span> + <span class="i0">He may not die; it was my fault he hurt me,</span> + <span class="i0">I urged him to it first.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> But if he live, he'll never leave killing you.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> O no! I just remember when I fell asleep,</span> + <span class="i0">I heard him calling me a great way off,</span> + <span class="i0">And crying over me as you would do;</span> + <span class="i0">Besides, we have no cause of quarrel now.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Pray, how began your difference first?</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> I fought with him, for all the women in the world.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> That hurt you had, was justly sent from heaven,</span> + <span class="i0">For wishing to have any more but me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Indeed I think it was, but I repent it;</span> + <span class="i0">The fault was only in my blood, for now</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis gone, I find I do not love so many.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> In confidence of this, I'll beg my father</span> + <span class="i0">That he may live; I'm glad the naughty blood,</span> + <span class="i0">That made you love so many, is gone out.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[193]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip</i>. My dear, go quickly, lest you come too late.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Dor.</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><br /><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span> <i>at the other door, with</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito's</span> <i>sword wrapt up</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Who's this, who looks so fair and beautiful,</span> + <span class="i0">As nothing but Dorinda can surpass her?</span> + <span class="i0">O! I believe it is that angel woman,</span> + <span class="i0">Whom she calls sister.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Sir, I am sent hither</span> + <span class="i0">To dress your wound; how do you find your strength?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> Fair creature, I am faint with loss of blood.</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> I am sorry for it.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Indeed, and so am I,</span> + <span class="i0">For if I had that blood, I then should find</span> + <span class="i0">A great delight in loving you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> But, sir,</span> + <span class="i0">I am another's, and your love is given</span> + <span class="i0">Already to my sister.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Yet I find,</span> + <span class="i0">That, if you please, I can love still a little.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> I cannot be inconstant, nor should you.</p> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> O my wound pains me.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I am come to ease you.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>She unwraps the sword.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Alas! I feel the cold air come to me;</span> + <span class="i0">My wound shoots worse than ever.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>She wipes, and anoints the sword.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Does it still grieve you?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Now methinks, there's something</span> + <span class="i0">Laid just upon it.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> Do you find no ease?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Yes, yes, upon the sudden, all the pain</span> + <span class="i0">Is leaving me: Sweet heaven, how I am eased!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[194]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dorinda</span> <i>to them.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> [<i>to Dor.</i>] Madam, I must confess my life is yours,</span> + <span class="i0">I owe it to your generosity.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I am overjoyed my father lets you live,</span> + <span class="i0">And proud of my good fortune, that he gave</span> + <span class="i0">Your life to me.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> How? gave his life to her!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Alas! I think she said so, and he said,</span> + <span class="i0">He owed it to her generosity.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ferd.</i> But is not that your sister with Hippolito?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> So kind already?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> I came to welcome life, and I have met</span> + <span class="i0">The cruellest of deaths.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> My dear Dorinda with another man?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Sister, what business have you here?</p> + +<p><i>Mir.</i> You see I dress Hippolito.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> You're very charitable to a stranger.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> You are not much behind in charity,</span> + <span class="i0">To beg a pardon for a man, whom you</span> + <span class="i0">Scarce ever saw before.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Henceforward let your surgery alone,</span> + <span class="i0">For I had rather he should die, than you</span> + <span class="i0">Should cure his wound.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> And I wish Ferdinand had died, before</span> + <span class="i0">He owed his life to your entreaty.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> to <i>Hip.</i> Sir, I am glad you are so well recovered.</span> + <span class="i0">You keep your humour still to have all women?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Not all, sir; you except one of the number,</span> + <span class="i0">Your new love there, Dorinda.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> Ah, Ferdinand! can you become inconstant?</span> + <span class="i0">If I must lose you, I had rather death</span> + <span class="i0">Should take you from me, than you take yourself.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> And if I might have chose, I would have wished</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[195]</a></span> + <span class="i0">That death from Prospero, and not this from you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Ay, now I find why I was sent away,</span> + <span class="i0">That you might have my sister's company.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Dorinda, kill me not with your unkindness;</span> + <span class="i0">This is too much, first to be false yourself,</span> + <span class="i0">And then accuse me too.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> We all accuse</span> + <span class="i0">Each other, and each one denies their guilt:</span> + <span class="i0">I should be glad it were a mutual error;</span> + <span class="i0">And, therefore, first to clear myself from fault,</span> + <span class="i0">Madam, I beg your pardon, while I say,</span> + <span class="i0">I only love your sister.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Dor.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> O, blest word!</span> + <span class="i0">I'm sure I love no man but Ferdinand,</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Nor I, heaven knows, but my Hippolito.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I never knew I loved so much, before</span> + <span class="i0">I feared Dorinda's constancy; but now</span> + <span class="i0">I am convinced, that I loved none but her;</span> + <span class="i0">Because none else can recompense her loss.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> 'Twas happy, then, we had this little trial;</span> + <span class="i0">But how we all so much mistook I know not.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> I have only this to say in my defence;</span> + <span class="i0">My father sent me hither, to attend</span> + <span class="i0">The wounded stranger.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> And Hippolito</span> + <span class="i0">Sent me to beg the life of Ferdinand.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> From such small errors, left at first unheeded,</span> + <span class="i0">Have often sprung sad accidents in love.—</span> + <span class="i0">But see, our fathers and our friends are come</span> + <span class="i0">To mix their joys with ours.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Prospero</span>, <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Gonzalo</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> to <i>Prosp.</i> Let it no more be thought of;</span> + <span class="i0">Your purpose, though it was severe, was just.</span> + <span class="i0">In losing Ferdinand, I should have mourned,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[196]</a></span> + <span class="i0">But could not have complained.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Pros.</i> Sir, I am glad</span> + <span class="i0">Kind heaven decreed it otherwise.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> O, wonder!</span> + <span class="i0">How many goodly creatures are there here!</span> + <span class="i0">How beauteous mankind is!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> O, brave new world,</span> + <span class="i0">That has such people in't!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> to <i>Ferd.</i> Now all the blessings</span> + <span class="i0">Of a glad father compass thee about,</span> + <span class="i0">And make thee happy in thy beauteous choice.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> I've inward wept, or should have spoken ere this.—</span> + <span class="i0">Look down, sweet heaven! and on this couple drop</span> + <span class="i0">A blessed crown; for it is you chalked out</span> + <span class="i0">The way, which brought us hither.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Anto.</i> Though penitence,</span> + <span class="i0">Forced by necessity, can scarce seem real,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet, dearest brother, I have hope my blood</span> + <span class="i0">May plead for pardon with you: I resign</span> + <span class="i0">Dominion, which, 'tis true, I could not keep,</span> + <span class="i0">But heaven knows too, I would not.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> All past crimes</span> + <span class="i0">I bury in the joy of this blessed day.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> And, that I may not be behind in justice,</span> + <span class="i0">To this young prince I render back his dukedom,</span> + <span class="i0">And as the duke of Mantua thus salute him.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> What is it that you render back? methinks</span> + <span class="i0">You give me nothing.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> You are to be lord</span> + <span class="i0">Of a great people, and o'er towns and cities.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> And shall these people be all men and women?</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> Yes, and shall call you lord.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why, then, I'll live no longer in a prison,</span> + <span class="i0">But have a whole cave to myself hereafter.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> And, that your happiness may be complete,</span> + <span class="i0">I give you my Dorinda for your wife:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[197]</a></span> + <span class="i0">She shall be yours for ever, when the priest</span> + <span class="i0">Has made you one.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Hip.</i> How can he make us one? Shall I grow to her?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> By saying holy words, you shall be joined</span> + <span class="i0">In marriage to each other.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I warrant you, those holy words are charms:</span> + <span class="i0">My father means to conjure us together.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> My Ariel told me, when last night you quarrelled,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To his daughters.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">You said you would for ever part your beds.</span> + <span class="i0">But what you threatened in your anger, heaven</span> + <span class="i0">Has turned to prophecy;</span> + <span class="i0">For you, Miranda, must with Ferdinand,</span> + <span class="i0">And you, Dorinda, with Hippolito,</span> + <span class="i0">Lie in one bed hereafter.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> And heaven make</span> + <span class="i0">Those beds still fruitful in producing children,</span> + <span class="i0">To bless their parents' youth, and grandsires' age.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Mir.</i> to <i>Dor.</i> If children come by lying in a bed,</span> + <span class="i0">I wonder you and I had none between us.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Sister, it was our fault; we meant, like fools,</span> + <span class="i0">To look 'em in the fields, and they, it seems,</span> + <span class="i0">Are only found in beds.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I am o'er-joyed,</span> + <span class="i0">That I shall have Dorinda in a bed;</span> + <span class="i0">We'll lie all night and day together there,</span> + <span class="i0">And never rise again.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> [<i>Aside to him.</i>] Hippolito! You yet</span> + <span class="i0">Are ignorant of your great happiness;</span> + <span class="i0">But there is something, which, for your own and fair</span> + <span class="i0">Dorinda's sake, I must instruct you in.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Pray teach me quickly,</span> + <span class="i0">How men and women, in your world, make love;</span> + <span class="i0">I shall soon learn, I warrant you.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[198]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ariel</span>, <i>driving in</i> <span class="smcap">Stephano</span>, <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span>, <span class="smcap">Mustacho</span>, <span class="smcap">Ventoso</span>, <span +class="smcap">Caliban</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sycorax.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Why that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee,</span> + <span class="i0">But yet thou shalt have freedom.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Gonz.</i> O look, sir, look! The master and the sailors—</span> + <span class="i0">The boatswain too—my prophecy is out,</span> + <span class="i0">That if a gallows were on land, that man</span> + <span class="i0">Could ne'er be drowned.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alon.</i> Now, blasphemy; what, not one oath ashore!</span> + <span class="i0">Hast thou no mouth by land? Why starest thou so?</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Trincalo</span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Trinc.</i> What! more dukes yet? I must resign my dukedom;</span> + <span class="i0">But 'tis no matter, I was almost starved in't.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Must.</i> Here's nothing but wild sallads, without oil, or vinegar.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Steph.</i> The duke and prince alive! Would I had now</span> + <span class="i0">Our gallant ship again, and were her master:</span> + <span class="i0">I'd willingly give all my island for her.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Vent.</i> And I my viceroyship.</p> + +<p><i>Trinc.</i> I shall need no hangman; for I shall even hang myself, now my +friend Butt has shed his last drop of life. Poor Butt is quite departed.</p> + +<p><i>Anto.</i> They talk like madmen.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> No matter, time will bring 'em to themselves,</span> + <span class="i0">And now their wine is gone, they will not quarrel.</span> + <span class="i0">Your ship is safe and tight, and bravely rigged,</span> + <span class="i0">As when you first set sail.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> This news is wonderful.</p> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> Was it well done, my lord?</p> + +<p><i>Prosp.</i> Rarely, my diligence. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[199]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> But pray, sir, what are those mis-shapen creatures?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Their mother was a witch; and one so strong,</span> + <span class="i0">She would controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,</span> + <span class="i0">And deal in her command without her power.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Syc.</i> O Setebos! these be brave spirits indeed.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Go, sirrah, to my cell, and, as you hope</span> + <span class="i0">For pardon, trim it up.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Calib.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Calib.</i> Most carefully. I will be wise hereafter.</span> + <span class="i0">What a dull fool was I, to take those drunkards</span> + <span class="i0">For gods, when such as these were in the world?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Sir, I invite your highness and your train</span> + <span class="i0">To my poor cave this night; a part of which</span> + <span class="i0">I will employ, in telling you my story.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> No doubt it must be strangely taking, sir.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> When the morn draws, I'll bring you to your ship,</span> + <span class="i0">And promise you calm seas, and happy gales.</span> + <span class="i0">My Ariel, that's thy charge: Then to the elements</span> + <span class="i0">Be free, and fare thee well!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ariel.</i> I'll do it, master.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Now, to make amends</span> + <span class="i0">For the rough treatment you have found to-day,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll entertain you with my magic art;</span> + <span class="i0">I'll, by my power, transform this place, and call</span> + <span class="i0">Up those, that shall make good my promise to you.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.</h3> + +<p class="center">—<i>Changes to the Rocks, with the arch of Rocks, and calm Sea. Music +playing on the Rocks.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Neptune, and your fair Amphitrite, rise;</span> + <span class="i0">Oceanus, with your Tethys too, appear;</span> + <span class="i0">All ye sea-gods, and goddesses, appear!</span> + <span class="i0">Come, all ye Tritons; all ye Nereids, come,</span> + <span class="i0">And teach your saucy element to obey:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[200]</a></span> + <span class="i0">For you have princes now to entertain,</span> + <span class="i0">And unsoiled beauties, with fresh youthful lovers.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">Neptune</span>, <span class="smcap">Amphitrite</span>, <span class="smcap">Oceanus</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Tethys</span>, <i>appear in a Chariot drawn +with Sea-horses; on each side of the Chariot, Sea-Gods, and Goddesses, +Tritons, and Nereids</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> This is prodigious!</p> + +<p><i>Anto.</i> Ah! what amazing objects do we see?</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> This art doth much exceed all human skill.</p> + +<p><br />SONG.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Amph.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>My lord, great Neptune, for my sake,</i></span></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Of these bright beauties pity take;</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>And to the rest allow</i></span> + <span class="i6"><i>Your mercy too.</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Let this enraged element be still,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Let Ęolus obey my will:</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Let him his boisterous prisoners safely keep</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>In their dark caverns; and no more</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Let them disturb the bosom of the deep,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Till these arrive upon their wished-for shore.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nept. <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>So much my Amphitrite's love I prize,</i></span></span> + <span class="i2"><i>That no commands of her's I can despise.</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Tethys no furrows now shall wear,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Oceanus no wrinkles on his brow,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Let your serenest looks appear!</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Be calm and gentle now.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nept. and <i>{Be calm, ye great parents of the floods and the springs,</i></span> + <span class="i0">Amph.<span style="margin-left: 2em;"> <i>{While each Nereid and Triton plays, revels, and sings.</i></span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Ocean.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>Confine the roaring winds, and we</i></span></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Will soon obey you cheerfully.</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[201]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Chorus </i><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>{Tie up the winds, and we'll obey;</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><i>of</i> Trit.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i> {Upon the floods we'll sing and play,</i></span></span> + <span class="i0">& Ner.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>{And celebrate a Halcyon day.</i></span></span> + <span class="rightalign">[Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers, and perform a dance.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nept.<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Great nephew, Ęolus, make no noise,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Muzzle your roaring boys. </i></span> + <span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Ęolus</span> <i>appears.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Amph.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>Let 'em not bluster to disturb our ears,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Or strike these noble passengers with fears.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nept.<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Afford 'em only such an easy gale,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>As pleasantly may swell each sail.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Amph.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>While fell sea-monsters cause intestine jars,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>This empire you invade by foreign wars.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nept.<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>But you shall now be still,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>And shall obey my Amphitrite's will.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Ęolus <span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>{You I'll obey, who at one stroke can make,</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><i>descends</i><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>{With your dread trident, the whole earth to quake.</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Come down, my blusterers, swell no more,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Your stormy rage give o'er.</i></span> + <span class="rightalign">[Winds from the four corners appear.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i5"><i>Let all black tempests cease,</i></span> + <span class="i6"><i>And let the troubled ocean rest:</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Let all the sea enjoy as calm a peace,</i></span> + <span class="i6"><i>As where the halcyon builds her quiet nest.</i></span> + <span class="i7"><i>To your prisons below,</i></span> + <span class="i7"><i>Down, down you must go:</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>You in the earth's entrails your revels may keep;</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>But no more till I call shall you trouble the deep.</i></span> + <span class="rightalign">[Winds fly down.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i5"><i>Now they are gone, all stormy wars shall cease;</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Then let your trumpeters proclaim a peace.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Amph.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>Tritons, my sons, your trumpets sound,</i></span></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And let the noise from neighbouring shores rebound.</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[202]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i5">Chorus. <i>Sound a calm.</i></span> + <span class="i8"> <i>Sound a calm.</i></span> + <span class="i8"> <i>Sound a calm.</i></span> + <span class="i10"> <i>a calm.</i></span> + <span class="i8"><i>Sound a calm.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center">[Here the Tritons, at every repeat of <i>Sound a calm</i>, changing their +figure and postures, seem to sound their wreathed trumpets made of +shells.</p> + +<p>A symphony of music, like trumpets, to which four Tritons dance.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nept.<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>See, see, the heavens smile; all your troubles are past,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Your joys, by black clouds, shall no more be o'ercast.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Amph.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>On this barren isle ye shall lose all your fears,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Leave behind all your sorrows, and banish your cares.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Both.<span style="margin-left: 3em;">{<i>And your loves and your lives shall in safety enjoy;</i></span></span> + <span class="i5">{<i>No influence of stars shall your quiet destroy.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Chorus <span style="margin-left: 2em;">{<i>And your loves, &c.</i></span></span> + <span class="i0">of all.<span style="margin-left: 3em;">{<i>No influence, &c.</i></span></span> + <span class="rightalign">[Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Ocean.<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>We'll safely convey you to your own happy shore,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>And your's and your country's soft peace will restore.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Tethys.<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>To treat you, blest lovers, as you sail on the deep,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>The Tritons and sea-nymphs their revels shall keep.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Both.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>{On the swift dolphins' backs they shall sing and shall play;</i></span></span> + <span class="i1"><span style="margin-left: .5em;"><i>{They shall guard you by night, and delight you by day.</i></span></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[203]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Chorus<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>On the swift, &c.</i></span></span> + <span class="i0">of all.<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>And shall guard, &c.</i></span></span> + <span class="rightalign">[Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="rightalign">[A dance of twelve Tritons.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><br /><i>Mir.</i> What charming things are these?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> What heavenly power is this?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Now, my Ariel, be visible,</span> + <span class="i0">And let the rest of your aėrial train</span> + <span class="i0">Appear, and entertain them with a song,</span> + <span class="i0">And then farewell, my long-loved Ariel.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE III.</h3> + +<blockquote><p>—<i>Changes to the Rising Sun, and a number of Aėrial Spirits in the +Air</i>; <span class="smcap">Ariel</span> <i>flying from the Sun, advances towards the Pit.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Heaven! What are these we see?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> They are spirits, with which the air abounds</span> + <span class="i0">In swarms, but that they are not subject</span> + <span class="i0">To poor feeble mortal eyes.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Anto.</i> O wondrous skill!</p> + +<p><i>Gonz.</i> O power divine!</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Ariel</span>, <i>and the rest, sing the following Song.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i4"><i>Where the bee sucks, there suck I;</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>In a cowslip's bed I lie;</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>There I couch when owls do cry.</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>On the swallow's wings I fly,</i></span> + <span class="i4"><i>After summer merrily.</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Merrily, merrily shall I live now,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Song ended</i>, <span class="smcap">Ariel</span> <i>speaks, hovering in the air.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ariel.</i> My noble master!</span> + <span class="i0">May theirs and your blest joys never impair!</span> + <span class="i0">And for the freedom I enjoy in air.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[204]</a></span> + <span class="i0">And for the freedom I enjoy in air.</span> + <span class="i0">I will be still your Ariel, and wait</span> + <span class="i0">On airy accidents that work for fate.</span> + <span class="i0">Whatever shall your happiness concern,</span> + <span class="i0">From your still faithful Ariel you shall learn.</span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i0"><i>Prosp.</i> Thou hast been always diligent and kind.</span> + <span class="i0">Farewell, my long-loved Ariel! thou shalt find</span> + <span class="i0">I will preserve thee ever in my mind.</span> + <span class="i0">Henceforth this isle to the afflicted be</span> + <span class="i0">A place of refuge, as it was to me:</span> + <span class="i0">The promises of blooming spring live here,</span> + <span class="i0">And all the blessings of the ripening year.</span> + <span class="i0">On my retreat let heaven and nature smile,</span> + <span class="i0">And ever flourish the Enchanted Isle.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[205]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2><a name="EPILOGUE1" id="EPILOGUE1"></a>EPILOGUE.</h2> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">Gallants, by all good signs it does appear,</span> + <span class="i2">That sixty-seven's a very damning year,</span> + <span class="i2">For knaves abroad, and for ill poets here.</span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i2">Among the muses there's a general rot,</span> + <span class="i2">The rhiming monsieur, and the Spanish plot:</span> + <span class="i2">Defy or court, all's one, they go to pot.</span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i2">The ghosts of poets walk within this place,</span> + <span class="i2">And haunt us actors wheresoe'er we pass,</span> + <span class="i2">In visions bloodier than King Richard's was.</span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i2">For this poor wretch, he has not much to say,</span> + <span class="i2">But quietly brings in his part o'th' play,</span> + <span class="i2">And begs the favour to be damned to-day,</span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i2">He sends me only like a sheriff's man here,</span> + <span class="i2">To let you know the malefactor's near,</span> + <span class="i2">And that he means to die, <i>en cavalier.</i></span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i2">For, if you should be gracious to his pen,</span> + <span class="i2">The example will prove ill to other men,</span> + <span class="i2">And you'll be troubled with them all again.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> + +<p class="center"><b><span class="smcap">AN</span></b></p> + +<h2><a name="EVENINGS_LOVE" id="EVENINGS_LOVE"></a> EVENING'S LOVE;</h2> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>OR, THE</b></span></p> + +<h3>MOCK ASTROLOGER.</h3> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>A</b></span></p> + +<p class="center"><big><b>COMEDY.</b></big></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208"></a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h3><a name="TO_HIS_GRACE" id="TO_HIS_GRACE"></a><span class="smcap">TO HIS GRACE,</span></h3> + +<h2>WILLIAM,</h2> + +<p class="center"><big><b>DUKE OF NEWCASTLE,</b></big><a name="FNanchor_A_7" id="FNanchor_A_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_7" class="fnanchor">[G]</a></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S<br /> +MOST HONOURABLE PRIVY COUNCIL, AND OF THE<br /> +MOST NOBLE ORDER OF THE GARTER,</span> &c.</p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<p><span class="smcap">MAY IT PLEASE YOUR GRACE,</span></p> + +<p>Amongst those few persons of wit and honour, whose favourable opinion I +have desired, your own virtue, and my great obligations to your grace, +have justly given you the precedence. For what could be more glorious to +me, than to have acquired some part of your esteem, who are admired and +honoured by all good men; who have been, for so many years together,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> +the pattern and standard of honour to the nation; and whose whole life +has been so great an example of heroic virtue, that we might wonder how +it happened into an age so corrupt as ours, if it had not likewise been +a part of the former. As you came into the world with all the advantages +of a noble birth and education, so you have rendered both yet more +conspicuous by your virtue. Fortune, indeed, has perpetually crowned<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> +your undertakings with success, but she has only waited on your valour, +not conducted it. She has ministered to your glory like a slave, and has +been led in triumph by it; or, at most, while honour led you by the hand +to greatness, fortune only followed to keep you from sliding back in the +ascent. That, which Plutarch accounted her favour to Cymon and Lucullus, +was but her justice to your grace; and, never to have been overcome +where you led in person, as it was more than Hannibal could boast, so it +was all that Providence could do for that party, which it had resolved +to ruin. Thus, my lord, the last smiles of victory were on your arms; +and, everywhere else declaring for the rebels, she seemed to suspend +herself, and to doubt, before she took her flight, whether she were able +wholly to abandon that cause, for which you fought<a name="FNanchor_A_8" id="FNanchor_A_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_8" class="fnanchor">[H]</a>.</p> + +<p>But the greatest trials of your courage and constancy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> +were yet to come: Many had ventured their fortunes, and exposed their +lives to the utmost dangers for their king and country, who ended their +loyalty with the war; and, submitting to the iniquity of the times, +chose rather to redeem their former plenty, by acknowledging an usurper, +than to suffer with an unprofitable fidelity (as those meaner spirits +called it) for their lawful sovereign. But, as I dare not accuse so many +of our nobility, who were content to accept their patrimonies from the +clemency of the conqueror, and to retain only a secret veneration for +their prince, amidst the open worship which they were forced to pay to +the usurper, who had dethroned him; so, I hope, I may have leave to +extol that virtue which acted more generously; and which was not +satisfied with an inward devotion to monarchy, but produced itself to +view, and asserted the cause by open martyrdom. Of these rare patterns +of loyalty, your grace was chief: Those examples you could not find, you +made. Some few Cato's there were with you, whose invincible resolution +could not be conquered by that usurping Cęsar. Your virtue opposed +itself to his fortune, and overcame it, by not submitting to it. The +last and most difficult enterprize he had to effect, when he had +conquered three nations, was to subdue your spirit; and he died weary of +that war, and unable to finish it.</p> + +<p>In the mean time, you lived more happily in your exile, than the other +on his throne. Your loyalty made you friends and servants amongst +foreigners; and you lived plentifully without a fortune; for you lived +on your own desert and reputation. The glorious name of the valiant and +faithful Newcastle, was a patrimony which could never be exhausted.</p> + +<p>Thus, my lord, the morning of your life was clear and calm; and,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +though it was afterwards overcast, yet, in that general storm, you were +never without a shelter. And now you are happily arrived to the evening +of a day, as serene as the dawn of it was glorious; but such an evening +as, I hope, and almost prophecy, is far from night: 'Tis the evening of +a summer's sun, which keeps the day-light long within the skies. The +health of your body is maintained by the vigour of your mind: Neither +does the one shrink from the fatigue of exercise, nor the other bend +under the pains of study. Methinks, I behold in you another Caius +Marius, who, in the extremity of his age, exercised himself almost every +morning in the Campus Martius, amongst the youthful nobility of Rome. +And afterwards in your retirements, when you do honour to poetry, by +employing part of your leisure in it, I regard you as another Silius +Italicus, who, having passed over his consulship with applause, +dismissed himself from business, and from the gown, and employed his +age, amongst the shades, in the reading and imitation of Virgil.</p> + +<p>In which, lest any thing should be wanting to your happiness, you have, +by a rare effect of fortune, found, in the person of your excellent +lady, not only a lover, but a partner of your studies; a lady whom our +age may justly equal with the Sappho of the Greeks, or the Sulpitia of +the Romans; who, by being taken into your bosom, seems to be inspired +with your genius; and, by writing the history of your life<a name="FNanchor_A_9" id="FNanchor_A_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_9" class="fnanchor">[I]</a>, +in so masculine a style, has already placed you in the number of +the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> heroes. She has anticipated that great portion of fame, +which envy often hinders a living virtue from possessing; which would, +indeed, have been given to your ashes, but with a later payment; and of +which you could have no present use, except it were by a secret presage +of that which was to come, when you were no longer in a possibility of +knowing it. So that if that were a praise, or satisfaction to the +greatest of emperors, which the most judicious of poets gives him—</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2"><i>Pręsenti tibi maturos largimur honores, &c.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>that the adoration, which was not allowed to Hercules and Romulus till +after death, was given to Augustus living, then certainly it cannot be +denied, but that your grace has received a double satisfaction: the one, +to see yourself consecrated to immortality while you are yet alive; the +other, to have your praises celebrated by so dear, so just, and so pious +an historian.</p> + +<p>It is the consideration of this that stops my pen; though I am loth to +leave so fair a subject, which gives me as much field as poetry could +wish, and yet no more than truth can justify. But to attempt any thing +of a panegyric, were to enterprize on your lady's right; and to seem to +affect those praises, which none but the duchess of Newcastle can +deserve, when she writes the actions of her lord. I shall, therefore, +leave that wider space, and contract myself to those narrow bounds, +which best become my fortune and employment.</p> + +<p>I am obliged, my lord, to return you not only my own acknowledgments, +but to thank you in the names of former poets; the <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'manes'">names</ins> of Jonson and +D'Avenant<a name="FNanchor_A_10" id="FNanchor_A_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_10" class="fnanchor">[J]</a> seem to require it from me, that those favours, which you +placed on them, and which they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> wanted opportunity to own in public, +yet might not be lost to the knowledge of posterity, with a +forgetfulness unbecoming of the Muses, who are the daughters of memory. +And give me leave, my lord, to avow so much of vanity, as to say, I am +proud to be their remembrancer: For, by relating how gracious you have +been to them, and are to me, I, in some measure, join my name with +theirs: And the continued descent of your favours to me is the best +title which I can plead for my succession. I only wish, that I had as +great reason to be satisfied with myself, in the return of our common +acknowledgments, as your grace may justly take in the conferring them: +For I cannot but be very sensible, that the present of an ill comedy, +which I here make you, is a very unsuitable way of giving thanks for +them, who, themselves, have written so many better. This pretends to +nothing more, than to be a foil to those scenes, which are composed by +the most noble poet of our age and nation; and to be set as a water-mark +of the lowest ebb, to which the wit of my predecessor has sunk, and run +down in me. But, though all of them have surpassed me in the scene, +there is one part of glory, in which I will not yield to any of them: I +mean, my lord, that honour and veneration which they had for you in +their lives; and which I preserve after them, more holily than the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> +vestal fires were maintained from age to age; but with a greater degree +of heat, and of devotion, than theirs, as being with more respect and +passion than they ever were,</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your <span class="smcap">Grace's</span></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Most obliged, most humble,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">and most obedient Servant,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 16em;"><span class="smcap">John Dryden.</span></span></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2>AN EVENING'S LOVE.</h2> + +<p>Our author acknowledges, that this play of "The Mock Astrologer" is +founded on "<i>Le feint Astrologue</i>," by the younger Corneille, which he, +in his turn, had imitated from "<i>El Astrologo fingido</i>" of Calderon. But +Dryden has also laid Moliere under contribution. Most part of the +quarrelling scene betwixt Wildblood and Jacintha, in the fourth act, is +literally copied from that betwixt Lucile Eraste, Marinette, and Gros +René, in "<i>Le Depit Amoureux</i>." The absurd loquacity of Don Alonzo, and +his friend's mode of silencing him, by ringing a bell in his ears, is +imitated from the scene betwixt Albert and Metaphraste, in the same +play; and, it must be allowed, it is an expedient which might be more +decently resorted to against an inundation of nonsense from a pedantic +schoolmaster, as in Moliere, than to stop the mouth of a noble old +Spaniard, the uncle of Don Lopez' mistress. The play itself is more +lively than most of Dryden's comedies. Wildblood and Jacintha are far +more pleasant than their prototypes, Celadon and Florimel; and the +Spanish bustle of the plot is well calculated to keep up the attention. +The character of Aurelia was perhaps suggested by the "<i>Precieuses +Ridicules</i>" of Moliere, but cannot, with any justice, be said to be +copied from them. The Preface contains some excellent remarks on the old +comedy. There is also an elaborate defence, the first our poet deigned +to make, against the charge of plagiarism. On this point he quotes the +words of Charles II., who had only desired, that they, who accused +Dryden of theft, would steal him such plays as Dryden's: And he +vindicates the right of an author to take his plot where he could best +find it, in history or romance, providing that the conduct and +disposition of the action, with the dialogue, character, and poetical +ornaments, were original. Our author's use of the terms and technical +phrases of judicial astronomy intimate his acquaintance with that +pretended science, in which he is known to have placed some confidence.</p> + +<p>The "Mock Astrologer" appears to have been acted and published +in 1668.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>THE</b></span></p> + +<h2><a name="THE_PREFACE1" id="THE_PREFACE1"></a>PREFACE.</h2> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<p>I had thought, reader, in this preface, to have written somewhat +concerning the difference betwixt the plays of our age, and those of our +predecessors, on the English stage: To have shewn in what parts of +dramatic poesy we were excelled by Ben Jonson, I mean, humour, and +contrivance of comedy; and in what we may justly claim precedence of +Shakespeare and Fletcher, namely in heroic plays: But this design I have +waved on second considerations; at least, deferred it till I publish The +Conquest of Granada, where the discourse will be more proper. I had also +prepared to treat of the improvement of our language since Fletcher's +and Jonson's days, and consequently of our refining the courtship, +raillery, and conversation of plays: But as I am willing to decline that +envy which I should draw on myself from some old <i>opiniatre</i> judges of +the stage, so likewise I am prest in time so much that I have not +leisure, at present, to go through with it. Neither, indeed, do I value +a reputation gained from comedy, so far as to concern myself +about it, any more than I needs must in my own defence: +For I think it, in its own nature, inferior to all sorts of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> +dramatick writing. Low comedy especially requires, on the writer's part, +much of conversation with the vulgar, and much of ill nature in the +observation of their follies. But let all men please themselves +according to their several tastes: That which is not pleasant to me, may +be to others who judge better: And, to prevent an accusation from my +enemies, I am sometimes ready to imagine, that my disgust of low comedy +proceeds not so much from my judgment as from my temper; which is the +reason why I so seldom write it; and that when I succeed in it, (I mean +so far as to please the audience) yet I am nothing satisfied with what I +have done; but am often vexed to hear the people laugh, and clap, as +they perpetually do, where intended them no jest; while they let pass +the better things, without taking notice of them. Yet even this confirms +me in my opinion of slighting popular applause, and of contemning that +approbation which those very people give, equally with me, to the zany +of a mountebank; or to the appearance of an antick on the theatre, +without wit on the poet's part, or any occasion of laughter from the +actor, besides the ridiculousness of his habit and his grimaces.</p> + +<p>But I have descended, before I was aware, from comedy to farce; which +consists principally of grimaces. That I admire not any comedy equally +with tragedy, is, perhaps, from the sullenness of my humour; but that I +detest those farces, which are now the most frequent entertainments of +the stage, I am sure I have reason on my side. Comedy consists, though +of low persons, yet of natural actions and characters; I mean such +humours, adventures, and designs, as are to be found and met +with in the world. Farce, on the other side, consists of +forced humours, and unnatural events. Comedy presents us with the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +imperfections of human nature: Farce entertains us with what is +monstrous and chimerical. The one causes laughter in those who can judge +of men and manners, by the lively representation of their folly or +corruption: The other produces the same effect in those who can judge of +neither, and that only by its extravagances. The first works on the +judgment and fancy; the latter on the fancy only: There is more of +satisfaction in the former kind of laughter, and in the latter more of +scorn. But, how it happens, that an impossible adventure should cause +our mirth, I cannot so easily imagine. Something there may be in the +oddness of it, because on the stage it is the common effect of things +unexpected, to surprise us into a delight: and that is to be ascribed to +the strange appetite, as I may call it, of the fancy; which, like that +of a longing woman, often runs out into the most extravagant desires; +and is better satisfied sometimes with loam, or with the rinds of trees, +than with the wholesome nourishments of life. In short, there is the +same difference betwixt farce and comedy, as betwixt an empirick, and a +true physician: Both of them may attain their ends; but what the one +performs by hazard, the other does by skill. And as the artist is often +unsuccessful, while the mountebank succeeds; so farces more commonly +take the people than comedies. For, to write unnatural things, is the +most probable way of pleasing them, who understand not nature. And a +true poet often misses of applause, because he cannot debase himself to +write so ill as to please his audience.</p> + +<p>After all, it is to be acknowledged, that most of those comedies, which +have been lately written, have been allied too much to farce: And this +must of necessity fall out, till we forbear the translation of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> +French plays: For their poets, wanting judgment to make or to maintain +true characters, strive to cover their defects with ridiculous figures +and grimaces. While I say this, I accuse myself as well as others: And +this very play would rise up in judgment against me, if I would defend +all things I have written to be natural: But I confess I have given too +much to the people in it, and am ashamed for them as well as for myself, +that I have pleased them at so cheap a rate. Not that there is any thing +here which I would not defend to an ill-natured judge; (for I despise +their censures, who I am sure would write worse on the same subject:) +but, because I love to deal clearly and plainly, and to speak of my own +faults with more criticism, than I would of another poet's. Yet I think +it no vanity to say, that this comedy has as much of entertainment in +it, as many others which have been lately written: And, if I find my own +errors in it, I am able, at the same time, to arraign all my +contemporaries for greater. As I pretend not that I can write humour, so +none of them can reasonably pretend to have written it as they ought. +Jonson was the only man, of all ages and nations, who has performed it +well; and that but in three or four of his comedies: The rest are but a +<i>crambe bis cocta;</i> the same humours a little varied and written worse. +Neither was it more allowable in him, than it is in our present poets, +to represent the follies of particular persons; of which many have +accused him. <i>Parcere personis, dicere de vitiis</i>, is the rule of plays. +And Horace tells you, that the old comedy amongst the Grecians was +silenced for the too great liberties of the poets:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">----<i>In vitium libertas excidit et vim</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Dignam lege regi: Lex est accepta, chorusque</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Turpiter obticuit, sublato jure nocendi.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Of which he gives you the reason in another place: where, having given +the precept,</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2"><i>Neve immunda crepent, ignominiosaque dicta,</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>He immediately subjoins,</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2"><i>Offenduntur enim quibus est equus, et pater, et res.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>But Ben Jonson is to be admired for many excellencies; and can be taxed +with fewer failings than any English poet. I know I have been accused as +an enemy of his writings; but without any other reason, than that I do +not admire him blindly, and without looking into his imperfections. For +why should he only be exempted from those frailties, from which Homer +and Virgil are not free? Or why should there be any <i>ipse dixit</i> in our +poetry, any more than there is in our philosophy? I admire and applaud +him where I ought: Those, who do more, do but value themselves in their +admiration of him; and, by telling you they extol Ben Jonson's way, +would insinuate to you that they can practise it. For my part, I declare +that I want judgment to imitate him; and should think it a great +impudence in myself to attempt it. To make men appear pleasantly +ridiculous on the stage, was, as I have said, his talent; and in this he +needed not the acumen of wit, but that of judgment. For the characters +and representations of folly are only the effects of observation; and +observation is an effect of judgment. Some ingenious men, for whom I +have a particular esteem, have thought I have much injured Ben Jonson, +when I have not allowed his wit to be extraordinary: But they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +confound the notion of what is witty, with what is pleasant. That Ben +Jonson's plays were pleasant, he must want reason who denies: But that +pleasantness was not properly wit, or the sharpness of conceit; but the +natural imitation of folly: Which I confess to be excellent in its kind, +but not to be of that kind which they pretend. Yet if we will believe +Quintilian, in his chapter <i>de movendo risu</i>, he gives his opinion of +both in these following words: <i>Stulta reprehendere facillimum est; nam +per se sunt ridicula, et ą derisu non procul abest risus: Sed rem +urbanam facit aliqua ex nobis adjectio.</i></p> + +<p>And some perhaps would be apt to say of Jonson, as it was said of +Demosthenes,—<i>non displicuisse illi jocos, sed non contigisse</i>. I +will not deny, but that I approve most the mixt way of comedy; that +which is neither all wit, nor all humour, but the result of both. +Neither so little of humour as Fletcher shews, nor so little of love and +wit as Jonson; neither all cheat, with which the best plays of the one +are filled, nor all adventure, which is the common practice of the +other. I would have the characters well chosen, and kept distant from +interfering with each other; which is more than Fletcher or Shakespeare +did: But I would have more of the <i>urbana, venusta, salsa, faceta</i>, and +the rest which Quintilian reckons up as the ornaments of wit; and these +are extremely wanting in Ben Jonson. As for repartee, in particular; as +it is the very soul of conversation, so it is the greatest grace of +comedy, where it is proper to the characters. There may be much of +acuteness in a thing well said; but there is more in a quick reply: +<i>Sunt enim longč venustiora omnia in respondendo quąm in provocando.</i> Of +one thing I am sure, that no man ever will decry wit, but he who +despairs of it himself; and who has no other quarrel to it, but that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> +which the fox had to the grapes. Yet, as Mr Cowley (who had a greater +portion of it than any man I know) tells us in his <i>Character of +Wit</i>,—rather than all wit, let there be none. I think there is no +folly so great in any poet of our age, as the superfluity and waste of +wit was in some of our predecessors: particularly we may say of Fletcher +and of Shakespeare, what was said of Ovid, <i>In omni ejus ingenio, +facilius quod rejici, quąm quod adjici potest, invenies</i>: The contrary +of which was true in Virgil, and our incomparable Jonson.</p> + +<p>Some enemies of repartee have observed to us, that there is a great +latitude in their characters, which are made to speak it: and that it is +easier to write wit than humour; because, in the characters of humour, +the poet is confined to make the person speak what is only proper to it; +whereas, all kind of wit is proper in the character of a witty person. +But, by their favour, there are as different characters in wit as in +folly. Neither is all kind of wit proper in the mouth of every ingenious +person. A witty coward, and a witty brave, must speak differently. +<i>Falstaff</i> and the <i>Liar</i> speak not like <i>Don John</i> in the "Chances," +and <i>Valentine</i> in "Wit without Money." And Jonson's <i>Truewit</i> in the +"Silent Woman," is a character different from all of them. Yet it +appears, that this one character of wit was more difficult to the +author, than all his images of humour in the play: for those he could +describe and manage from his observations of men; this he has taken, at +least a part of it, from books; Witness the speeches in the first act, +translated <i>verbatim</i> out of Ovid, "<i>De Arte Amandi</i>." To omit what +afterwards he borrowed from the sixth satire of Juvenal against women.</p> + +<p>However, if I should grant, that there were a greater latitude +in characters of wit, than in those of humour; yet that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> +latitude would be of small advantage to such poets, who have too narrow +an imagination to write it. And to entertain an audience perpetually +with humour, is to carry them from the conversation of gentlemen, and +treat them with the follies and extravagancies of Bedlam.</p> + +<p>I find I have launched out farther than I intended in the beginning of +this preface; and that, in the heat of writing, I have touched at +something, which I thought to have avoided. It is time now to draw +homeward; and to think rather of defending myself, than assaulting +others. I have already acknowledged, that this play is far from perfect: +But I do not think myself obliged to discover the imperfections of it to +my adversaries, any more than a guilty person is bound to accuse himself +before his judges. It is charged upon me that I make debauched persons +(such as, they say, my Astrologer and Gamester are) my protagonists, or +the chief persons of the drama; and that I make them happy in the +conclusion of my play; against the law of comedy, which is to reward +virtue, and punish vice. I answer, first, that I know no such law to +have been constantly observed in comedy, either by the ancient or modern +poets. <i>Chęrea</i> is made happy in the "Eunuch," after having deflowered a +virgin; and Terence generally does the same through all his plays, where +you perpetually see, not only debauched young men enjoy their +mistresses, but even the courtezans themselves rewarded and honoured in +the catastrophe. The same may be observed in Plautus almost everywhere. +Ben Jonson himself, after whom I may be proud to err, has given me more +than once the example of it. That in "The Alchemist" is notorious, where +<i>Face</i>, after having contrived and carried on the great cozenage +of the play, and continued in it without repentance to the last,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> +is not only forgiven by his master, but enriched, by his consent, with +the spoils of those whom he had cheated. And, which is more, his master +himself, a grave man, and a widower, is introduced taking his man's +counsel, debauching the widow first, in hope to marry her afterward. In +the "Silent Woman," <i>Dauphine</i> (who, with the other two gentlemen, is of +the same character with my <i>Celadon</i> in the "Maiden Queen," and with +<i>Wildblood</i> in this) professes himself in love with all the collegiate +ladies: and they likewise are all of the same character with each other, +excepting only <i>Madam Otter</i>, who has something singular: Yet this +naughty <i>Dauphine</i> is crowned in the end with the possession of his +uncle's estate, and with the hopes of enjoying all his mistresses; and +his friend, <i>Mr Truewit</i>, (the best character of a gentleman which Ben +Jonson ever made) is not ashamed to pimp for him. As for Beaumont and +Fletcher, I need not allege examples out of them; for that were to quote +almost all their comedies. But now it will be objected, that I patronise +vice by the authority of former poets, and extenuate my own faults by +recrimination. I answer, that as I defend myself by their example, so +that example I defend by reason, and by the end of all dramatic poesy. +In the first place, therefore, give me leave to shew you their mistake, +who have accused me. They have not distinguished, as they ought, betwixt +the rules of tragedy and comedy. In tragedy, where the actions and +persons are great, and the crimes horrid, the laws of justice are more +strictly observed; and examples of punishment to be made, to deter +mankind from the pursuit of vice. Faults of this kind have been rare +amongst the ancient poets: for they have punished in <i>Oedipus</i>, +and in his posterity, the sin which he knew not he had committed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> +<i>Medea</i> is the only example I remember at present, who escapes from +punishment after murder. Thus tragedy fulfils one great part of its +institution; which is, by example, to instruct. But in comedy it is not +so; for the chief end of it is divertisement and delight: and that so +much, that it is disputed, I think, by Heinsius, before Horace's "Art of +Poetry," whether instruction be any part of its employment. At least I +am sure it can be but its secondary end: for the business of the poet is +to make you laugh: when he writes humour, he makes folly ridiculous; +when wit, he moves you, if not always to laughter, yet to a pleasure +that is more noble. And if he works a cure on folly, and the small +imperfections in mankind, by exposing them to public view, that cure is +not performed by an immediate operation: For it works first on the +ill-nature of the audience; they are moved to laugh by the +representation of deformity; and the shame of that laughter teaches us +to amend what is ridiculous in our manners. This being then established, +that the first end of comedy is delight, and instruction only the +second; it may reasonably be inferred, that comedy is not so much +obliged to the punishment of faults which it represents, as tragedy. For +the persons in comedy are of a lower quality, the action is little, and +the faults and vices are but the sallies of youth, and the frailties of +human nature, and not premeditated crimes: such to which all men are +obnoxious; not such as are attempted only by few, and those abandoned to +all sense of virtue: such as move pity and commiseration; not +detestation and horror: such, in short, as may be forgiven; not such as +must of necessity be punished. But, lest any man should think that I +write this to make libertinism amiable, or that I cared not to +debase the end and institution of comedy, so I might thereby<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> +maintain my own errors, and those of better poets, I must further +declare, both for them and for myself, that we make not vicious persons +happy, but only as Heaven makes sinners so; that is, by reclaiming them +first from vice. For so it is to be supposed they are, when they resolve +to marry; for then, enjoying what they desire in one, they cease to +pursue the love of many. So <i>Chęrea</i> is made happy by Terence, in +marrying her whom he had deflowered: and so are <i>Wildblood</i> and the +<i>Astrologer</i> in this play.</p> + +<p>There is another crime with which I am charged, at which I am yet much +less concerned, because it does not relate to my manners, as the former +did, but only to my reputation as a poet: a name of which I assure the +reader I am nothing proud; and therefore cannot be very solicitous to +defend it. I am taxed with stealing all my plays, and that by some, who +should be the last men from whom I would steal any part of them. There +is one answer which I will not make; but it has been made for me, by him +to whose grace and patronage I owe all things,</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2"><i>Et spes et ratio studiorum in Cęsare tantum</i>—</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>and without whose command they should no longer be troubled with any +thing of mine;—that he only desired, that they, who accused me of +theft, would always steal him plays like mine. But though I have reason +to be proud of this defence, yet I should wave it, because I have a +worse opinion of my own comedies than any of my enemies can have. It is +true, that wherever I have liked any story in a romance, novel, or +foreign play, I have made no difficulty, nor ever shall, to take the +foundation of it, to build it up, and to make it proper for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> +English stage. And I will be so vain to say, it has lost nothing in my +hands: But it always cost me so much trouble to heighten it for our +theatre, (which is incomparably more curious in all the ornaments of +dramatic poesy than the French or Spanish,) that when I had finished my +play, it was like the hulk of Sir Francis Drake, so strangely altered, +that there scarcely remained any plank of the timber which first built +it. To witness this, I need go no farther than this play: it was first +Spanish, and called "El Astrologo Fingido;" then made French by the +younger Corneille; and is now translated into English, and in print, +under the name of "The Feigned Astrologer." What I have performed in +this will best appear by comparing it with those: You will see that I +have rejected some adventures which I judged were not divertising; that +I have heightened those which I have chosen; and that I have added +others, which were neither in the French nor Spanish. And, besides, you +will easily discover, that the walk of the <i>Astrologer</i> is the least +considerable in my play: For the design of it turns more on the parts of +<i>Wildblood</i> and <i>Jacinta</i>, who are the chief persons in it. I have +farther to add, that I seldom use the wit and language of any romance or +play, which I undertake to alter: because my own invention (as bad as it +is) can furnish me with nothing so dull as what is there. Those who have +called Virgil, Terence, and Tasso, plagiaries, (though they much injured +them) had yet a better colour for their accusation; for Virgil has +evidently translated Theocritus, Hesiod, and Homer, in many places; +besides what he has taken from Ennius in his own language. Terence was +not only known to translate Menander, (which he avows also in his +prologues) but was said also to be helped in those translations by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> +Scipio the African, and Lęlius. And Tasso, the most excellent of modern +poets, and whom I reverence next to Virgil, has taken both from Homer +many admirable things, which were left untouched by Virgil, and from +Virgil himself, where Homer could not furnish him. Yet the bodies of +Virgil's and Tasso's poems were their own; and so are all the ornaments +of language and elocution in them. The same (if there were any thing +commendable in this play) I could say for it. But I will come nearer to +our own countrymen. Most of Shakespeare's plays, I mean the stories of +them, are to be found in the "Hecatomithi," or "Hundred Novels" of +Cinthio. I have myself read in his Italian, that of "Romeo and Juliet," +the "Moor of Venice," and many others of them. Beaumont and Fletcher had +most of theirs from Spanish novels: Witness "The Chances," "The Spanish +Curate," "Rule a Wife and have a Wife," "The Little French Lawyer," and +so many others of them as compose the greatest part of their volume in +folio. Ben Jonson, indeed, has designed his plots himself; but no man +has borrowed so much from the ancients as he has done: and he did well +in it, for he has thereby beautified our language.</p> + +<p>But these little critics do not well consider what is the work of a +poet, and what the graces of a poem: the story is the least part of +either: I mean the foundation of it, before it is modelled by the art of +him who writes it; who forms it with more care, by exposing only the +beautiful parts of it to view, than a skilful lapidary sets a jewel. On +this foundation of the story, the characters are raised: and, since no +story can afford characters enough for the variety of the English stage, +it follows, that it is to be altered and enlarged with new persons, +accidents, and designs, which will almost make it new. When this is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> +done, the forming it into acts and scenes, disposing of actions and +passions into their proper places, and beautifying both with +descriptions, similitudes, and propriety of language, is the principal +employment of the poet; as being the largest field of fancy, which is +the principal quality required in him: for so much the word [Greek: +poiźtźs] implies. Judgment, indeed, is necessary in him; but it is fancy +that gives the life-touches, and the secret graces to it; especially in +serious plays, which depend not much on observation. For, to write +humour in comedy, (which is the theft of poets from mankind) little of +fancy is required; the poet observes only what is ridiculous and +pleasant folly, and by judging exactly what is so, he pleases in the +representation of it.</p> + +<p>But, in general, the employment of a poet is like that of a curious +gunsmith, or watchmaker: the iron or silver is not his own; but they are +the least part of that which gives the value: the price lies wholly in +the workmanship. And he who works dully on a story, without moving +laughter in a comedy, or raising concernment in a serious play, is no +more to be accounted a good poet, than a gunsmith of the Minories is to +be compared with the best workman of the town.</p> + +<p>But I have said more of this than I intended; and more, perhaps, than I +needed to have done: I shall but laugh at them hereafter, who accuse me +with so little reason; and withal contemn their dulness, who, if they +could ruin that little reputation I have got, and which I value not, yet +would want both wit and learning to establish their own; or to be +remembered in after ages for any thing, but only that which makes them +ridiculous in this.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232"></a></span></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2>PROLOGUE.</h2> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">When first our poet set himself to write,</span> + <span class="i2">Like a young bridegroom on his wedding-night;</span> + <span class="i2">He laid about him, and did so bestir him,</span> + <span class="i2">His muse could never lie in quiet for him:</span> + <span class="i2">But now his honey-moon is gone and past,</span> + <span class="i2">Yet the ungrateful drudgery must last:</span> + <span class="i2">And he is bound, as civil husbands do,</span> + <span class="i2">To strain himself, in complaisance to you:</span> + <span class="i2">To write in pain, and counterfeit a bliss,</span> + <span class="i2">Like the faint smacking of an after-kiss.</span> + <span class="i2">But you, like wives ill pleased, supply his want;</span> + <span class="i2">Each writing monsieur is a fresh gallant:</span> + <span class="i2">And though, perhaps, 'twas done as well before,</span> + <span class="i2">Yet still there's something in a new amour.</span> + <span class="i2">Your several poets work with several tools,</span> + <span class="i2">One gets you wits, another gets you fools:</span> + <span class="i2">This pleases you with some by-stroke of wit,</span> + <span class="i2">This finds some cranny that was never hit.</span> + <span class="i2">But should these janty lovers daily come</span> + <span class="i2">To do your work, like your good man at home,</span> + <span class="i2">Their fine small-timbered wits would soon decay;</span> + <span class="i2">These are gallants but for a holiday.</span> + <span class="i2">Others you had, who oftner have appeared,</span> + <span class="i2">Whom, for mere impotence, you have cashiered:</span> + <span class="i2">Such as at first came on with pomp and glory,</span> + <span class="i2">But, overstraining, soon fell flat before ye.</span> + <span class="i2">Their useless weight, with patience, long was born,</span> + <span class="i2">But at the last you threw them off with scorn.</span> + <span class="i2">As for the poet of this present night,<span style="margin-left: 7.1em;"> }</span></span> + <span class="i2">Though now he claims in you a husband's right,<span style="margin-left: 3em;"> }</span></span> + <span class="i2">He will not hinder you of fresh delight.<span style="margin-left: 6em;"> }</span></span> + <span class="i2">He, like a seaman, seldom will appear;</span> + <span class="i2">And means to trouble home but thrice a-year:</span> + <span class="i2">That only time from your gallants he'll borrow;</span> + <span class="i2">Be kind to-day, and cuckold him to-morrow.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2><a name="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE2" id="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE2"></a>DRAMATIS PERSONĘ.</h2> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Wildblood</span>,<span style="margin-left: 3em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i9">} <i>Two young English gentlemen.</i></span> + <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Bellamy</span>,<span style="margin-left: 4em;">}</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Maskall</span>, <i>their servant.</i></p> + +<p><i>Don</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo de Ribera</span>, <i>an old Spanish gentleman.</i></p> + +<p><i>Don</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez de Gamboa</span>, <i>a young noble Spaniard.</i></p> + +<p><i>Don</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor de Guzman</span>, <i>a gentleman of a great family; but of a +decayed fortune.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Donna</i> <span class="smcap">Theodosia</span>, }</span> + <span class="i9">} <i>Daughters to Don</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>.</span> + <span class="i0"><i>Donna</i><span class="smcap"> Jacintha</span>,<span style="margin-left: 1em;">}</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Donna</i> <span class="smcap">Aurelia</span>, <i>their cousin.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>, <i>woman and confident to the two Sisters.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Camilla</span>, <i>woman to</i> <span class="smcap">Aurelia.</span></p> + +<p><i>Servants to Don</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span> <i>and Don</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo.</span></p> + + +<p class="center">SCENE—<i>Madrid, in the Year 1665.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>The Time, the last Evening of the Carnival.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>AN</b></span></p> + +<h2><a name="EVENINGS_LOVE1" id="EVENINGS_LOVE1"></a>EVENING'S LOVE;</h2> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>OR, THE</b></span></p> + +<h3>MOCK ASTROLOGER.</h3> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h3>ACT I. SCENE I.</h3> + +<blockquote><p><i>Don</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span>, <i>and a Servant walking over the stage. +Enter another Servant, and follows him.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> Don Lopez.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Any new business?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Serv.</i> My master had forgot this letter,</span> + <span class="i0">Which he conjures you, as you are his friend,</span> + <span class="i0">To give Aurelia from him.</span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i0"><i>Lop.</i> Tell Don Melchor,</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis a hard task which he enjoins me:</span> + <span class="i0">He knows I love her, and much more than he;</span> + <span class="i0">For I love her alone, but he divides</span> + <span class="i0">His passion betwixt two. Did he consider</span> + <span class="i0">How great a pain 'tis to dissemble love,</span> + <span class="i0">He would never practise it.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> He knows his fault, but cannot mend it. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Lop.</i> To make the poor Aurelia believe</span> + <span class="i0">He's gone for Flanders, whilst he lies concealed,</span> + <span class="i0">And every night makes visits to her cousin—</span> + <span class="i0">When will he leave this strange extravagance?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> When he can love one more, or t'other less.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Lop.</i> Before I loved myself, I promised him</span> + <span class="i0">To serve him in his love; and I'll perform it,</span> + <span class="i0">Howe'er repugnant to my own concernments.</span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i0"><i>Serv.</i> You are a noble cavalier.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit Servant.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span>, <span class="smcap">Wildblood</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span>.</p> + +<p><i>2 Serv.</i> Sir, your guests, of the English ambassador's retinue.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Cavaliers, will you please to command my coach to take the air +this evening?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> We have not yet resolved how to dispose of ourselves; but, +however, we are highly acknowledging to you for your civility.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> You cannot more oblige me, than by laying your commands on me.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Wild.</i> We kiss your hand.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span> <i>and Serv.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Give the Don his due, he entertained us nobly this carnival.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Give the devil the Don, for any thing I liked in his +entertainment.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I hope we had variety enough.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay, it looked like variety, till we came to taste it; there were +twenty several dishes to the eye, but in the palate, nothing but spices. +I had a mind to eat of a pheasant, and as soon as I got it into my +mouth, I found I was chewing a limb of cinnamon; then I went to cut a +piece of kid, and no sooner it had touched my lips, but it turned to red +pepper: At last I began to think myself another kind of Midas, that +every thing I touched should be turned to spice.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> And, for my part, I imagined his Catholic majesty had invited us +to eat his Indies. But pr'ythee, let's leave the discourse of it, and +contrive together how we may spend the evening; for in this hot country, +'tis as in the creation, the evening and the morning make the day.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I have a little serious business.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Put it off till a fitter season: For the truth is, business is +then only tolerable, when the world and the flesh have no baits to set +before us for the day.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> But mine, perhaps, is public business.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Why, is any business more public than drinking and wenching? Look +on those grave plodding fellows, that pass by us as though they were +meditating the reconquest of Flanders: Fly them to a mark, and I'll +undertake three parts of four are going to their courtezans. I tell +thee, Jack, the whisking of a silk gown, and the rush of a tabby +petticoat, are as comfortable sounds to one of these rich citizens, as +the chink of their pieces of eight.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> This being granted to be the common design of human kind, it is +more than probable it is yours; therefore I'll leave you to the +prosecution of it.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Nay, good Jack, mine is but a mistress in embryo; the possession +of her is at least some days off; and till that time, thy company will +<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'he'">be</ins> pleasant, and may be profitable to carry on the work. I would use +thee like an under kind of chemist, to blow coals; it will be time +enough for me to be alone, when I come to projection.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> You must excuse me, Frank; I have made an appointment at the +gaming-house.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> What to do there, I pr'ythee? To mis-spend that money, which kind +fortune intended for a mistress? Or to learn new oaths and curses to +carry into England? That is not it—I heard you were to +marry when you left home: Perhaps that may be still<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +running in your head, and keep you virtuous.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Marriage, quotha! what, dost thou think I have been bred in the +deserts of Africa, or among the savages of America? Nay, if I had, I +must needs have known better things than so; the light of nature would +not have let me go so far astray.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Well, what think you of the Prado this evening?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Pox upon't, 'tis worse than our contemplative Hyde-Park.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Oh, but we must submit to the custom of the country for +courtship: Whatever the means are, we are sure the end is still the same +in all places. But who are these?</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Don Alonzo de Ribera</span>, <i>with his two Daughters</i>, <span class="smcap">Theodosia</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Jacintha</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>, <i>their Woman, passing by</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Do you see those strangers, sister, that eye us so earnestly?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Yes, and I guess them to be feathers of the English ambassador's +train; for I think I saw them at the grand audience—and have the +strongest temptation in the world to talk to them: A mischief on this +modesty!</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> A mischief of this father of yours, that haunts you so.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> 'Tis very true, Beatrix; for though I am the younger sister, I +should have the grace to lay modesty first aside: However, sister, let +us pull up our veils, and give them an essay of our faces.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>They pull up their veils, and pull them down again.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ah, Bellamy! undone, undone! Dost thou see those beauties?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Pr'ythee, Wildblood, hold thy tongue, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +do not spoil my contemplation: I am undoing myself as fast as ever I can, +too.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I must go to them.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Hold, madman! Dost thou not see their father? Hast thou a mind to +have our throats cut?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> By a Hector of fourscore? Hang our throats: What! a lover, and +cautious?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Is going towards them.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Come away, daughters; we shall be late +else.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Look you, they are on the wing already.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Pr'ythee, dear Frank, let's follow them: I long to know who they +are.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Let me alone, I'll dog them for you.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I am glad on't; for my shoes so pinch me, I can scarce go a step +farther.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Cross the way there lives a shoemaker: Away quickly, that we may +not spoil our design.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Bel.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> [<i>offers to go off.</i>] Now, friend! what's your business to +follow us?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Noble Don, 'tis only to recommend my service to you: A certain +violent passion I have had for your worship, since the first moment that +I saw you.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I never saw thee before, to my remembrance.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> No matter, sir; true love never stands upon ceremony.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Pr'ythee be gone, my saucy companion, or I'll clap an alguazil +upon thy heels: I tell thee I have no need of thy service.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Having no servant of your own, I cannot, in good manners, leave +you destitute.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I'll beat thee, if thou followest me.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I am your spaniel, sir; the more you beat +me, the better I'll wait on you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Let me entreat thee to be gone; the boys will hoot at me to see +me followed thus against my will.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Shall you and I concern ourselves for what the boys do, sir? +Pray do you hear the news at court?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Pr'ythee, what's the news to thee or me?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Will you be at the next <i>juego de cannas</i>?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> If I think good.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Pray go on, sir; we can discourse as we walk together: And +whither were you now a-going, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> To the devil, I think.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> O, not this year or two, sir, by your age.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> My father was never so matched for talking in all his life +before; he who loves to hear nothing but himself: Pr'ythee, Beatrix, +stay behind, and see what this impudent Englishman would have.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Sir, if you'll let my master go, I'll be his +pawn.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Well, sir, I kiss your hand, in hope to wait on you another +time.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Let us mend our pace, to get clear of him.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> If you do not, he'll be with you again, like Atalanta in the +fable, and make you drop another of your golden apples.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Alon. Theo.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha</span>.</span><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Maskall</span> <i>whispers</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span> <i>the while</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> How much good language is here thrown away, to make me betray my +ladies?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> If you will discover nothing of them, let me discourse with you +a little.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> As little as you please.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> They are rich, I suppose?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Now you are talking of them again: But they are as rich, +as they are fair.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Then they have the Indies: Well, but their names, my sweet +mistress.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Sweet servant, their names are——</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Their names are—out with it boldly—</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> A secret—not to be disclosed.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> A secret, say you? Nay, then, I conjure you, as you are a woman, +tell it me.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Not a syllable.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Why, then, as you are a waiting-woman; as you are the sieve of +all your lady's secrets, tell it me.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> You lose your labour; nothing will strain through me.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Are you so well stopped in the bottom?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> It was enjoined me strictly as a secret.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Was it enjoined thee strictly, and canst thou hold it? Nay, +then, thou art invincible: But, by that face, that more than ugly face, +which I suspect to be under thy veil, disclose it to me.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> By that face of thine, which is a natural visor, I will not tell +thee.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> By thy——</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> No more swearing, I beseech you.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> That woman's worth little, that is not worth an oath: Well, get +thee gone; now I think on't, thou shalt not tell me.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Shall I not? Who shall hinder me? They are Don Alonzo de +Ribera's daughters.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Out, out: I'll stop my ears.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> They live hard by, in the <i>Calle maior.</i></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> O, infernal tongue—</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> And are going to the next chapel with their father.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Wilt thou never have done tormenting me? In my conscience, anon +thou wilt blab out their names too.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Their names are Theodosia and Jacintha.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> And where's your great secret now?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Now, I think, I am revenged on you, for running down my poor old +master.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Thou art not fully revenged, till thou hast told me thy own name +too.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> 'Tis Beatrix, at your service, sir; pray remember I wait on +them.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Now I have enough, I must be going.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> I perceive you are just like other men; when you have got your +ends, you care not how soon you are going. Farewell:—you'll be +constant to me?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> If thy face, when I see it, do not give me occasion to be +otherwise.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> You shall take a sample, that you may praise it, when you see it +next.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>She pulls up her veil.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Wildblood</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy.</span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Look, there's your dog with a duck in's mouth.—Oh, she's +got loose, and dived again.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Well, Maskall, what news of the ladies of the lake?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I have learned enough to embark you in an adventure. They are +daughters to one Don Alonzo de Ribera, in the <i>Calle maior</i>, their names +Theodosia and Jacintha, and they are going to their devotions in the +next chapel.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Away then, let us lose no time. I thank heaven, I never found +myself better inclined to godliness, than at this present.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.—<i>A Chapel.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <span class="smcap">Theodosia</span>, <span class="smcap">Jacintha</span>, <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>, +<i>other Ladies, and Cavaliers at their devotions.</i></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> By that time you have told your beads, I'll be again with you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Do you think the Englishmen will come after us?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Do you think they can stay from you?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> For my part, I feel a certain qualm upon my heart, which makes me +believe I am breeding love to one of them.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> How, love, Jacintha! in so short a time? Cupid's arrow was well +feathered, to reach you so suddenly.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Faith, as good at first as at last, sister; 'tis a thing that +must be done, and therefore 'tis best dispatching it out o'the way.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> But you do not mean to tell him so, whom you love?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Why should I keep myself and servant in pain, for that which may +be cured at a day's warning?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> My lady tells you true, madam; long tedious courtship may be +proper for cold countries, where their frosts are long a thawing; but, +heaven be praised, we live in a warm climate.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> The truth is, in other countries they have opportunities of +courtship, which we have not; they are not mewed up with double locks +and grated windows; but may receive addresses at their leisure.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> But our love here is like our grass; if it be not mowed quickly, +'tis burnt up.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span>, <span class="smcap">Wildblood</span>, and <span class="smcap">Maskall</span>: <i>They look about them.</i></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Yonder are your gallants; send you comfort of them: I am for my +devotions.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Now for my heart can I think of no other prayer, but only that +they may not mistake us. Why, sister, sister, will you pray? What injury +have I ever done you, that you should pray in my company? If your +servant Don Melchor were here, we should have you mind heaven as little +as the best of us.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> They are at a loss, madam; shall I put up my veil, that they may +take aim?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> No, let them take their fortune in the dark: We shall see what +archers these English are.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Which are they, think'st thou?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> There's no knowing them, they are all children of darkness.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I'll be sworn they have one sign of godliness among them, there's +no distinction of persons here.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Pox o'this blind-man's-buff; they may be ashamed to provoke a +man thus, by their keeping themselves so close.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You are for the youngest, you say; 'tis the eldest has smitten +me. And here I fix; if I am right, happy man be his dole.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Theodosia.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I'll take my fortune here.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha.</span></span><br /> +Madam, I hope a stranger may take the liberty, without offence, to offer +his devotions by you?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> That, sir, would interrupt mine, without being any advantage to +your own.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> My advantage, madam, is very evident; for the kind saint, to +whom you pray, may, by the neighbourhood, mistake my devotions for +yours.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> O, sir! our saints can better distinguish between the prayers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +of a Catholic and a Lutheran.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I beseech you, madam, trouble not yourself for my religion; for, +though I am a heretic to the men of your country, to your ladies I am a +very zealous Catholic; and for fornication and adultery, I assure you I +hold with both churches.</p> + +<p><i>Theo. to Bel.</i> Sir, if you will not be more devout, be at least more +civil; you see you are observed.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> And pray, madam, what do you think the lookers on imagine I am +employed about?</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> I will not trouble myself to guess.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Why, by all circumstances, they must conclude that I am making +love to you; and, methinks, it were scarce civil to give the opinion of +so much good company the lie.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> If this were true, you would have little reason to thank them +for their divination.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Meaning, I should not be loved again?</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> You have interpreted my riddle, and may take it for your pains.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <i>and goes apart to his devotion.</i></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Madam, your father is returned.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> She has nettled me; would, I could be revenged on her!</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Do you see their father? Let us make as though we talked to one +another, that we may not be suspected.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> You have lost your Englishmen.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> No, no, 'tis but design, I warrant you: You shall see these +island cocks wheel about immediately.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>The English gather up close to them.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Perhaps they thought they were observed.</p> + +<p><i>Wild. to Bel.</i> Talk not of our country ladies: I declare myself for the +Spanish beauties.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Pr'ythee, tell me what thou canst find to doat on in these +Castilians?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Their wit and beauty.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Now for our champion, St Jago, for Spain.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Faith, I can speak no such miracles of either; for their beauty, +'tis much as the Moors left it; not altogether so deep a black as the +true Ethiopian; a kind of beauty that is too civil to the lookers-on to +do them any mischief.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> This was your frowardness, that provoked him, sister.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> But they shall not carry it off so.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> As for their wit, you may judge it by their breeding, which is +commonly in a nunnery; where the want of mankind, while they are there, +makes them value the blessing ever after.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Pr'ythee, dear Jacintha, tell me, what kind of creatures were +those we saw yesterday at the audience? Those, I mean, that looked so +like Frenchmen in their habits, but only became their apishness so much +worse.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Englishmen, I think, they called them.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Cry you mercy; they were of your wild English, indeed; that is, +a kind of northern beast, that is taught its feats of activity in +Monsieurland; and, for doing them too lubberly, is laughed at all the +world over.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Wildblood, I perceive the women understand little of discourse; +their gallants do not use them to it: They get upon their jennets, and +prance before their ladies' windows; there the palfrey curvets and +bounds, and, in short, entertains them for his master.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> And this horseplay they call making love.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Your father, madam——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Daughters! what cavaliers are those which were talking by +you?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Englishmen, I believe, sir, at their devotions.—Cavalier, +would you would try to pray a little better than you have rallied.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Hang me if I put all my devotions out of order for you: I +remember I prayed but on Tuesday last, and my time comes not till +Tuesday next.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> You had as good pray, sir: she will not stir till you have: Say +any thing.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Fair lady, though I am not worthy of the least of your favours, +yet give me the happiness this evening to see you at your father's door, +that I may acquaint you with part of my sufferings.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Jac.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Come, daughters, have you done?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Immediately, sir.—Cavalier, I will not fail to be there at +the time appointed, if it be but to teach you more wit, henceforward, +than to engage your heart so lightly.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I have engaged my heart with so much zeal and true devotion to +your divine beauty, that——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> What means this cavalier?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Some zealous ejaculation.</p> + +<p><i>Alan.</i> May the saint hear him!</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I'll answer for her.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt Father and Daughters.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Now, Bellamy, what success?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I prayed to a more marble saint than that was in the shrine; but +you, it seems, have been successful.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> And so shalt thou; let me alone for both.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> If you'll undertake it, I'll make bold to indulge my love, and +within these two hours be a desperate inamorato. I feel I am coming +apace to it.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Faith, I can love at any time with a wish, at my rate: I give my +heart according to the old law of pawns, to be returned me before +sunset.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I love only that I may keep my heart warm; for a man's a pool, if +love stir him not; and to bring it to that pass, I first resolve whom to +love, and presently after imagine I am in love: for a strong imagination +is required in a lover as much as in a witch.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> And is this all your receipt?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> These are my principal ingredients; as for piques, jealousies, +duels, daggers, and halters, I let them alone to the vulgar.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Pr'ythee, let's round the street a little; till Maskall watches +for their woman.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Bel.</i> That's well thought on: He shall about it immediately. + immediately.</span> + <span class="i2">We will attempt the mistress by the maid:</span> + <span class="i2">Women by women still are best betrayed.</span> + <span class="rightalign"><i>[Exeunt.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT II. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Wildblood</span>, <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Did you speak with her woman?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Yes, but she was in haste, and bid me wait her hereabouts when +she returned.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Then you have discovered nothing more?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Only, in general, that Donna Theodosia is engaged elsewhere; so +that all your courtship will be to no purpose—But for your +mistress, sir, [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span>] she is waded out of her depth in love to you +already.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> That's very hard, when I am scarce knee-deep with her: 'Tis +true, I have given her hold of my heart; but, if she take not heed, it +will slip through her fingers.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You are prince of the soil, sir, and may take your pleasure when +you please; but I am the eve to your holiday, and must fast for being +joined to you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Were I as thou art, I would content myself with having but one +fair flight at her, without wearying myself on the wing for a retrieve; +for, when all is done, the quarry is but a woman.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Thank you, sir, you would fly them both yourself; and while I +turn tail, we should have you come, gingling with your bells in the neck +of my partridge. Do you remember who encouraged me to love, and promised +me his assistance?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay, while there was hope, Frank! while there was hope! but +there's no contending with one's destiny.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Nay, it may be I care as little for her as another man; but, +while she flies before me, I must follow: I can love a woman first with +ease; but if she begins to fly before me, I grow <i>opiniatre</i> as the +devil.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> What a secret have you found out? Why, 'tis the nature of all +mankind: We love to get our mistresses, and purr over them, as cats do +over mice, and let them go a little way; and all the pleasure is, to pat +them back again: But yours, I take it, Frank, is gone too far. Pr'ythee, +how long dost thou intend to love at this rate?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Till the evil constellation be past over me: Yet, I believe, it +would hasten my recovery, if I knew whom she loved.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> You shall not be long without that satisfaction.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> 'St, the door opens; and two women are coming out.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> By their stature, they should be thy gracious mistress and +Beatrix.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Methinks you should know your cue then, and withdraw.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Well, I'll leave you to your fortune; but, if you come to close +fighting, I shall make bold to run in, and part you. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Bellamy</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span>, <i>withdrawing</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Yonder she comes, with full sails i'faith! I'll hail her amain, +for England.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>, <i>at the other end of the stage.</i></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> You do love him then?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Yes, most vehemently!</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> But set some bounds to your affection.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> None but fools confine their pleasure: What usurer ever thought +his coffers held too much? No, I'll give myself the swing, and love +without reserve. If I keep a passion, I'll not starve it in my service.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> But are you sure he will deserve this kindness?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I never trouble myself so long beforehand. Jealousies and +disquiets are the dregs of an amour; but I'll leave mine before I have +drawn it off so low. When it once grows troubled, I'll give vent to a +fresh draught.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Yet it is but prudence to try him first; no pilot ventures on an +unknown coast without sounding.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Well, to satisfy thee, I am content; partly, too, because I find +a kind of pleasure in laying baits for him.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> The two great virtues of a lover are constancy and liberality; +if he possess those two, you may be happy in him.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Nay, if he be not lord and master of both those qualities, I +disown him——But who goes there?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> He, I warrant you, madam; for his servant told me he was waiting +hereabout.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Watch the door; give me notice, if any +come.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> I'll secure you, madam.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Beat.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span>] What, have you laid an ambush +for me?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Only to make a reprisal of my heart.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> 'Tis so wild, that the lady, who has it in her keeping, would be +glad she were well rid on't, it does so flutter about the cage. 'Tis a +mere Bajazet; and if it be not let out the sooner, will beat out its +brains against the grates.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I am afraid the lady has not fed it, and 'tis wild for hunger.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Or, perhaps it wants company; shall she put another to it?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay; but then it were best to trust them out of the cage +together; let them hop about at liberty.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> But, if they should lose one another in the wide world!</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> They'll meet at night, I warrant them.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> But is not your heart of the nature of those birds, that breed in +one country, and go to winter in another?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Suppose it does so; yet, I take my mate along with me. And now, +to leave our parables, and speak in the language of the vulgar, what +think you of a voyage to merry England?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Just as Ęsop's frog did, of leaping into a deep well in a +drought: If he ventured the leap, there might be water; but, if there +were no water, how should he get out again?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Faith, we live in a good honest country, where we are content +with our old vices; partly because we want wit to invent more new.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> +A colony of Spaniards, or spiritual Italians, planted among us, would +make us much more racy. 'Tis, true, our variety is not much; but, to +speak nobly of our way of living, 'tis like that of the sun, which +rises, and looks upon the same thing he saw yesterday, and goes to bed +again.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> But I hear your women live most blessedly; there is no such thing +as jealousy among the husbands; if any man has horns, he bears them as +loftily as a stag, and as inoffensively.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> All this, I hope, gives you no ill character of the country?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> But what need we go into another climate? as our love was born +here, so let it live and die here, and be honestly buried in its native +country.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Faith, agreed with all my heart. For I am none of those +unreasonable lovers, that propose to themselves the loving to eternity. +The truth is, a month is commonly my stint; but, in that month, I love +so dreadfully, that it is after a twelve-month's rate of common love.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Or, would not a fortnight serve our turn? for, in troth, a month +looks somewhat dismally; 'tis a whole Egyptian year. If a moon changes +in my love, I shall think my Cupid grown dull, or fallen into an +apoplexy.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Well, I pray heaven we both get off as clear as we imagine; for +my part, I like your humour so damnably well, that I fear I am in for a +week longer than I proposed: I am half afraid your Spanish planet and my +English one have been acquainted, and have found out some by-room or +other in the twelve houses: I wish they have been honourable.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> The best way for both were to take up in time; yet I am afraid +our forces are engaged so far, that we must make a battle on't.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +What think you of disobliging one another from this day forward; and +shewing all our ill humours at the first, which lovers use to keep as a +reserve, till they are married?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Or let us encourage one another to a breach, by the dangers of +possession: I have a song to that purpose.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Pray let me hear it: I hope it will go to the tune of one of our +<i>Passa-calles.</i></p> + +<p><br /><span style="margin-left: 8em;">SONG.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i1"><i>You charmed me not with that fair face,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Though it was all divine;</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>To be another's is the grace,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>That makes me wish you mine.</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>The gods and fortune take their part,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Who, like young monarchs, fight,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And boldly dare invade that heart,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Which is another's right.</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>First, mad with hope, we undertake</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>To pull up every bar;</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>But, once possessed, we faintly make</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>A dull defensive war.</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Now, every friend is turned a foe,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>In hope to get our store:</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And passion make us cowards grow,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Which made us brave before.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Believe it, cavalier, you are a dangerous person: Do you hold +forth your gifts, in hopes to make me love you less?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> They would signify little, if we were once married: Those +gaieties are all nipt and frost-bitten in the marriage-bed, i'faith.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I am sorry to hear 'tis so cold a place: But +'tis all one to us, who do not mean to trouble it. The truth<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> +is, your humour pleases me exceedingly; how long it will do so, I know +not; but so long as it does, I am resolved to give myself the content of +seeing you. For, if I should once constrain myself, I might fall in love +in good earnest: But I have stayed too long with you, and would be loth +to surfeit you at first.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Surfeit me madam? why, you have but tantalized me all this +while!</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> What would you have?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> A hand, or lip, or any thing that you can spare; when you have +conjured up a spirit, he must have some employment, or he'll tear you +apieces.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Well, here's my picture, to help your contemplation in my +absence.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> You have already the original of mine: But some revenge you must +allow me: A locket of diamonds, or some such trifle, the next time I +kiss your hand.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Fie, fie! you do not think me mercenary? Yet, now I think on't, +I'll put you into our Spanish mode of love: Our ladies here use to be +the bankers of their servants, and to have their gold in keeping.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> This is the least trial you could have made of me: I have some +three hundred pistoles by me; those I'll send by my servant.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Confess freely, you mistrust me: But if you find the least qualm +about your gold, pray keep it for a cordial.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> The cordial must be applied to the heart, and mine's with you, +madam. Well; I say no more; but these are dangerous beginnings for +holding on: I find my month will have more than one-and-thirty days +in't.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>, <i>running</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Madam, your father calls in haste for you, and is looking for +you about the house.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Adieu, servant; be a good manager of your stock of love, that it +may hold out your month; I am afraid you'll waste so much of it before +to-morrow night, that you'll shine but with a quarter moon upon me.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> It shall be a crescent.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Jac.</span> <i>severally.</i></span><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Beatrix</span> <i>is going, and</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span> <i>runs and +stops her.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Pay your ransom; you are my prisoner.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> What! do you fight after the French fashion; take towns before +you declare a war?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I shall be glad to imitate them so far, to be in the middle of +the country before you could resist me.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Well, what composition, monsieur?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Deliver up your lady's secret; what makes her so cruel to my +master?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Which of my ladies, and which of your masters? For, I suppose, +we are factors for both of them.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Your eldest lady, Theodosia.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> How dare you press your mistress to an inconvenience?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> My mistress? I understand not that language; the fortune of the +valet ever follows that of the master; and his is desperate: if his fate +were altered for the better, I should not care if I ventured upon you +for the worse.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> I have told you already, Donna Theodosia loves another.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Has he no name?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Let it suffice, he is born noble, though without a fortune. +His poverty makes him conceal his love from her father; but she sees him +every night in private; and, to blind the world, about a fortnight ago +he took a solemn leave of her, as if he were going into Flanders: In the +mean time, he lodges at the house of Don Lopez de Gamboa; and is himself +called Don Melchor de Guzman.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Don Melchor de Guzman! O heavens!</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> What amazes you?</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> [<i>Within.</i>] Why, Beatrix, where are you?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> You hear I am called.—Adieu; and be sure you keep my +counsel.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Come, sir, you see the coast is clear. +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Beat.</span></span></p> + +<p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Clear, dost thou say? No, 'tis full of rocks and quicksands: Yet +nothing vexes me so much, as that she is in love with such a poor rogue.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> But that she should lodge privately in the same house with us! +'twas oddly contrived of fortune.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Hang him, rogue! methinks I see him, perching, like an owl, by +day, and not daring to flutter out till moonlight. The rascal invents +love, and brews his compliments all day, and broaches them at night; +just as some of our dry wits do their stories, before they come into +company. Well, if I could be revenged on either of them!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Here she comes again, with Beatrix; but, good sir, moderate your +passion.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Theodosia</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Nay, madam; you are known; and must not pass till I have spoken +with you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Bel.</span> <i>lifts up</i> <span class="smcap">Theodosia's</span> <i>veil.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> This rudeness to a person of my quality may cost you dear. Pray, +when did I give you encouragement for so much familiarity?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> When you scorned me in the chapel.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> The truth is, I denied you as heartily as I could, that I might +not be twice troubled with you.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Yet you have not this aversion for all the world: However, I was +in hope, though the day frowned, the night might prove as propitious to +me as it is to others.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> I have now a quarrel both to the sun and moon, because I have +seen you both by their lights.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Spare the moon, I beseech you, madam; she is a very trusty planet +to you.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> O, Maskall, you have ruined me!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Dear sir, hold yet!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Away!</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Pray, sir, expound your meaning; for, I confess, I am in the +dark.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Methinks you should discover it by moonlight. Or, if you would +have me speak clearer to you, give me leave to wait on you at a midnight +assignation; and, that it may not be discovered, I'll feign a voyage +beyond sea, as if I were going a captaining to Flanders.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> A pox on his memory! he has not forgot one syllable!</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Ah, Beatrix! you have betrayed and sold me!</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> You have betrayed and sold yourself, madam, by your own rashness +to confess it; heaven knows I have served you but too faithfully.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Peace, impudence! and see my face no more!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Do you know what work you have made, sir?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Let her see what she has got by slighting me.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> You had best let Beatrix be turned away for me to keep: If you +do, I know whose purse shall pay for't.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> That's a curse I never thought on: Cast about quickly, and save +all yet. Range, quest, and spring a lie immediately!</p> + +<p><i>Theo. [To</i> <span class="smcap">Beat.</span>] Never importune me farther; +you shall go; there's no removing me.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Well; this is ever the reward of innocence——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Going.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Stay, guiltless virgin, stay; thou shalt +not go!</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Why, who should hinder it?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> That will I, in the name of truth,—if this hard-bound lie +would but come from me.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /> +Madam, I must tell you it lies in my power to appease this tempest with +one word.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Would it were come once!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Nay, sir, 'tis all one to me, if you turn me away upon't; I can +hold no longer.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> What does the fellow mean?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> For all your noddings, and your mathematical grimaces—in +short, madam, my master has been conversing with the planets; and from +them has had the knowledge of your affairs.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> This rogue amazes me!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I care not, sir, I am for truth; that will shame you, and all +your devils: In short, madam, this master of mine, that stands before +you, without a word to say for himself, so like an oaf, as I might say, +with reverence to him——</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> The rascal makes me mad!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Is the greatest astrologer in Christendom.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Your master an astrologer?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> A most profound one.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Why, you dog, you do not consider what an improbable lie this is; +which, you know, I can never make good! Disgorge it, you cormorant! or +I'll pinch your throat out.——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Takes him by the throat.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> 'Tis all in vain, sir! you are, and shall be an astrologer, +whatever I suffer; you know all things; see into all things; foretell +all things; and if you pinch more truth out of me, I will confess you +are a conjurer.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> How, sirrah! a conjurer?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I mean, sir, the devil is in your fingers: Own it—you had +best, sir, and do not provoke me farther. [<i>While he is speaking</i>, <span +class="smcap">Bellamy</span> <i>stops his mouth by fits.</i>] What! did not I see +you an hour ago turning over a great folio, with strange figures in it, +and then muttering to yourself, like any poet; and then naming Theodosia, +and then staring up in the sky, and then poring upon the ground; so +that, betwixt God and the devil, madam, he came to know your love.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Madam, if ever I knew the least term in astrology, I am the +arrantest son of a whore breathing.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> O, sir, for that matter, you shall excuse my lady: Nay, hide +your talents if you can, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> The more you pretend ignorance, the more +we are resolved to believe you skilful.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You'll hold your tongue yet.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Mask.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> You shall never make me hold my tongue, except you conjure me to +silence: What! did you not call me to look into a crystal, and there +shewed me a fair garden, and a Spaniard stalking in his narrow +breeches, and walking underneath a window? I should know him again +amongst a thousand.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Don Melchor, in my conscience, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> This rogue will invent more stories of me, than e'er were +fathered upon Lilly!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Will you confess, then? do you think I'll stain my honour to +swallow a lie for you?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Well, a pox on you, I am an astrologer.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> O, are you so, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> I hope then, learned sir, as you have been curious in enquiring +into my secrets, you will be so much a cavalier as to conceal them.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You need not doubt me, madam; I am more in your power than you +can be in mine: Besides, if I were once known in town, the next thing, +for aught I know, would be to bring me before the fathers of the +inquisition.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Well, madam, what do you think of me now? I have betrayed you, I +have sold you! how can you ever make me amends for this imputation? I +did not think you could have used me so——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Cries, and claps her hands at her.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Nay, pr'ythee, Beatrix, do not cry; I'll leave off my new gown +to-morrow, and thou shalt have it.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> No, I'll cry eternally! you have taken away my good name from +me; and you can never make me recompence——except you give me +your new gorget too.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> No more words; thou shalt have it, girl.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> O, madam, your father has surprised us!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Don Alonzo</span>, <i>and frowns</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Then, I'll begone, to avoid suspicion.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> By your favour, sir, you shall stay a little; the happiness of +so rare an acquaintance ought to be cherished on my side by a longer +conversation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Theodosia, what business have you with this cavalier?</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> That, sir, which will make you as ambitious of being known to +him as I have been: Under the habit of a gallant, he conceals the +greatest astrologer this day living.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You amaze me, daughter!</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> For my own part, I have been consulting with him about some +particulars of my fortunes past and future; both which he has resolved +me with that admirable knowledge——</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Yes, faith, sir, I was foretelling her of a disaster that +severely threatened her: And—one thing I foresee already by my +stars, that I must bear up boldly, or I am lost.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Bel.</span>] Never fear him, sir; he's an ignorant fellow, and +credulous, I warrant him.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Daughter, be not too confident in your belief; there's nothing +more uncertain than the old prophecies of these Nostradamusses; but of +what nature was the question which you asked him?</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> What should be my fortune in marriage.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> And, pray, what did you answer, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I answered her the truth, that she is in danger of marrying a +gentleman without a fortune.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> And this, sir, has put me in such a fright—</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Never trouble yourself about it, daughter; follow my advice, and +I warrant you a rich husband.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> But the stars say she shall not follow your advice: If it happens +otherwise, I'll burn my folio volumes, and my manuscripts too, I assure +you that, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Be not too confident, young man; I know somewhat in astrology +myself; for, in my younger years, I studied it; and, though I say it, +made some small proficiency in it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Marry, heaven forbid!——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> And I could only find it was no way demonstrative, but +altogether fallacious.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> On what a rock have we split ourselves!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Now my ignorance will certainly come out!</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Sir, remember you are old and crazy, sir; and if the evening air +should take you——beseech you, sir, retire.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Knowledge is to be preferred before health; I must needs discuss +a point with this learned cavalier, concerning a difficult question in +that art, which almost gravels me.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> How I sweat for him, Beatrix, and myself too, who have brought +him into this <i>pręmunire</i>!</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> You must be impudent; for our old man will stick like a burr to +you, now he's in a dispute.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> What judgment may a man reasonably form from the trine aspect of +the two infortunes in angular houses?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> That's a matter of nothing, sir; I'll turn my man loose to you +for such a question.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Puts</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span> <i>forward.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Come on, sir. I am the quęrent.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Meaning me, sir! I vow to God, and your worship knows it, I +never made that science my study in the least, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> The gleanings of mine are enough for that: Why, you impudent +rogue you, hold forth your gifts, or I'll—What a devil, must I be +pestered with every trivial question, when there's not a master in town +of any science, but has his usher for these mean offices?</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Try him in some deeper question, sir; you see he will not put +himself forth for this.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Then I'll be more abstruse with him: What think you, sir, of the +taking Hyleg? or of the best way of rectification for a nativity? Have +you been conversant in the Centiloquium of Trismegistus: What think you +of Mars in the tenth, when 'tis his own house, or of Jupiter +configurated with malevolent planets?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I thought what your skill was! to answer your question in two +words, Mars rules over the martial, and Jupiter over the jovial; and so +of the rest, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> This every school-boy could have told me.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Why then you must not ask such school-boy's questions. But your +carcase, sirrah, shall pay for this.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You seem not to understand the terms, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> By your favour, sir, I know there are five of them; do not I know +your Michaelmas, your Hillary, your Easter, your Trinity, and your Long +Vocation term, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I do not understand a word of this jargon.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> It may be not, sir; I believe the terms are not the same in Spain +they are in England.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Did one ever hear so impudent an ignorance?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> The terms of art are the same every where.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Tell me that! you are an old man, and they are altered since you +studied them.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> That may be, I must confess; however, if you please to discourse +something of the art to me, you shall find me an apt scholar.</p> + +<p><i>Enter a Servant to</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> Sir——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Whispers.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Sir, I am sorry a business of importance calls me hence; but +I'll wait on you some other time, to discourse more at large of +astrology.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Is your business very pressing?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> It is, I assure you, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I am very sorry, for I should have instructed you in such rare +secrets! I have no fault, but that I am too communicative.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I'll dispatch my business, and return immediately; come away, +daughter.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Alon.</span> <span class="smcap">Theo.</span> <span class="smcap">Beat.</span> <i>and Serv.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> A devil on his learning; he had brought me to my last legs; I was +fighting as low as ever was 'Squire Widdrington.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Who would have suspected it from that wicked elder?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Suspected it? why 'twas palpable from his very physiognomy; he +looks like Haly, and the spirit Fircue in the fortune-book.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Wildblood</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> How now, Bellamy! in wrath! pr'ythee, what's the matter?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> The story is too long to tell you; but this rogue here has made +me pass for an arrant fortune-teller.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> If I had not, I am sure he must have passed for an arrant mad +man; he had discovered, in a rage, all that Beatrix had confessed to me +concerning her mistress's love; and I had no other way to bring him off, +but to say he knew it by the planets.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> And art thou such an oaf to be vexed at this? as the adventure +may be managed, it may make the most pleasant one in all the carnival.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Death! I shall have all Madrid about me in these two days.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Nay, all Spain, i'faith, as fast as I can divulge<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> +thee: Not a ship shall pass out from any port, but shall ask thee for a +wind; thou shalt have all the trade of Lapland within a month.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> And do you think it reasonable for me to stand defendant to all +the impertinent questions, that the town can ask me?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Thou shalt do't, boy: Pox on thee, thou dost not know thine own +happiness; thou wilt have the ladies come to thee; and if thou dost not +fit them with fortunes, thou art bewitched.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Sir, 'tis the easiest thing in nature; you need but speak +doubtfully, or keep yourself in general terms, and, for the most part, +tell good rather than bad fortune.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> And if at any time thou venturest at particulars, have an +evasion ready like Lilly; as thus,—It will infallibly happen, if +our sins hinder not.—I would undertake, with one of his almanacks, +to give very good content to all Christendom, and what good luck fell +not out in one kingdom, should in another.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> The pleasure on't will be to see how all his customers will +contribute to their own deceiving; and verily believe he told them that, +which they told him.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Umph! now I begin to taste it; I am like the drunken tinker in +the play, a great prince, and never knew it.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> A great prince! a great Turk; we shall have thee, within these +two days, do grace to the ladies, by throwing out a handkerchief; 'life, +I could feast upon thy fragments.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> If the women come, you shall be sure to help me to undergo the +burden; for, though you make me an astronomer, I am no Atlas, to bear +all upon my back. But who are these?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Musicians, with disguises; and some in their hands.</i></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> You know the men, if their masking habits were off; they are the +music of our ambassador's retinue. My project is to give our mistress a +serenade, this being the last evening of the carnival; and, to prevent +discovery, here are disguises for us too.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> 'Tis very well; come, Maskall, help on with them, while they tune +their instruments.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Strike up, gentlemen; we'll entertain them with a song <i>a +l'Angloise</i>; pray, be ready with your chorus.</p> + +<p><br /><span style="margin-left: 8em;">SONG.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2"><i>After the pangs of a desperate lover,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>When day and night I have sighed all in vain;</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Ah, what a pleasure it is to discover</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>In her eyes pity, who causes my pain!</i></span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i2"><i>When, with unkindness, our love at a stand is,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And both have punished ourselves with the pain;</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Ah, what a pleasure the touch of her hand is!</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Ah, what a pleasure to press it again!</i></span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i2"><i>When the denial comes fainter and fainter,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And her eyes give what her tongue does deny;</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Ah, what a trembling I feel, when I venture!</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Ah, what a trembling does usher my joy!</i></span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i2"><i>When, with a sigh, she accords me the blessing,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And her eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain;</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Ah, what a joy 'tis, beyond all expressing!</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Ah, what a joy to hear—shall we again!</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Theodosia</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha</span> <i>above.</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha</span> <i>throws +down her handkerchief, with a favour tied to it.</i></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Ill musicians must be rewarded: There, cavalier, 'tis to buy your +silence.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt women from above.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> By this light, which at present is scarce an oath, an +handkerchief, and a favour!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Music and <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'guittars'">guitars</ins> tuning on the other side of the Stage.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Hark, Wildblood! do you hear? There's more melody: On my life, +some Spaniards have taken up this post for the same design.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I'll be with their catguts immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Pr'ythee, be patient; we shall lose the sport else.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Don</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span> and <i>Don</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor</span> <i>disguised, with Servants +and Musicians on the other side.</i></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> 'Tis some rival of yours or mine, Bellamy; +for he addresses to this window.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Damn him, let's fall on then.</p> + +<blockquote><p>[<i>The two Spaniards and the English fight: The Spaniards are beaten off +the Stage; the Musicians on both sides, and Servants, fall confusedly +one over the other. They all get off, only</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span> <i>remains upon the +ground.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> [<i>Rising.</i>] So all's past, and I am safe: A pox on these +fighting masters of mine, to bring me into this danger, with their +valours and magnanimities. When I go a-serenading again with them, I'll +give them leave to make fiddle-strings of my small-guts.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>To him Don</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez.</span></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Who goes there?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> 'Tis Don Lopez, by his voice.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> The same; and, by yours, you should belong to my two English +guests. Did you hear no tumult hereabouts?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I heard a clashing of swords, and men a fighting.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> I had my share in't; but how came you here?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I came hither by my master's order, to see if you were in any +danger.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> But how could he imagine I was in any?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> 'Tis all one for that, sir; he knew it, by——Heaven, +what was I a going to say! I had like to have discovered all!</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> I find there is some secret in't, and you dare not trust me.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> If you will swear on your honour to be very secret, I will tell +you.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> As I am a cavalier, and by my beard, I will.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Then, in few words, he knew it by astrology, or magic.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> You amaze me! Is he conversant in the occult sciences?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Most profoundly.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> I always thought him an extraordinary person; but I could never +imagine his head lay that way.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> He shewed me yesterday, in a glass, a lady's maid at London, +whom I well knew; and with whom I used to converse on a pallet in a +drawing-room, while he was paying his devotions to her lady in the +bed-chamber.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Lord, what a treasure for a state were here! and how much might +we save by this man, in foreign intelligence!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> And just now he shewed me, how you were assaulted in the dark by +foreigners.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Could you guess what countrymen?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I imagined them to be Italians.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Not unlikely; for they played most furiously at our backsides.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I will return to my master with the good news of your safety; +but once again be secret; or disclose it to none but friends.—So, +there's one woodcock more in the springe.——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Yes, I will be very secret; for I will tell it only to one +person; but she is a woman. I will to Aurelia, and acquaint her with the +skill of this rare artist: She is curious, as all women are; and, 'tis +probable, will desire to look into the glass to see Don Melchor, whom +she believes absent; so that by this means, without breaking my oath to +him, he will be discovered to be in town. Then his intrigue with +Theodosia will come to light too, for which Aurelia will, I hope, +discard him, and receive me. I will about it instantly:</p> + +<p> Success, in love, on diligence depends;<br /> No lazy lover e'er attained his +ends.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT III. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Then, they were certainly Don Lopez and Don Melchor, with whom we +fought.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Yes, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> And when you met Lopez, he swallowed all you told him?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> As greedily, as if it had been a new saint's miracle.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I see 'twill spread.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> And the fame of it will be of use to you in your next amour; for +the women, you know, run mad after fortune-tellers and preachers.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> But for all my bragging, this amour is not yet worn off. I find +constancy, and once a night, come naturally upon a man towards thirty; +only we set a face on't, and call ourselves inconstant for our +reputation.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> But what say the stars, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> They move faster than you imagine; for I have got me an argol, +and an English almanack, by help of which, in one half hour, I have +learned to cant with an indifferent good grace: Conjunction, opposition, +trine, square, and sextile, are now no longer bugbears to me, I thank my +stars for't.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Wildblood.</span></p> + +<p>Monsieur Wildblood, in good time! What, you have been taking pains, too, +to divulge my talent?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> So successfully, that shortly there will be no talk in town, but +of you only: Another miracle or two, and a sharp sword, and you stand +fair for a new prophet.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> But where did you begin to blow the trumpet?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> In the gaming-house, where I found most of the town-wits; the +prose-wits playing, and the verse-wits rooking.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> All sorts of gamesters are so superstitious, that I need not +doubt of my reception there.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> From thence I went to the latter end of a comedy, and there +whispered it to the next man I knew, who had a woman by him.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Nay, then, it went like a train of powder, if once they had it +by the end.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Like a squib upon a line, i'faith; it ran through one row, and +came back upon me in the next. At my going out I met a knot of +Spaniards, who were formally listening to one, who was relating it; but +he told the story so ridiculously, with his marginal notes upon it, +that I was forced to contradict him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> 'Twas discreetly done.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay, for you, but not for me: What, says he, must such Boracho's +as you take upon you to vilify a man of science? I tell you, he's of my +intimate acquaintance, and I have known him long for a prodigious +person.—When I saw my Don so fierce, I thought it not wisdom to +quarrel for so slight a matter as your reputation, and so withdrew.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> A pox of your success! now shall I have my chamber besieged +to-morrow morning: There will be no stirring out for me; but I must be +fain to take up their questions in a cleft-cane, or a begging-box, as +they do charity in prisons.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Faith, I cannot help what your learning has brought you to. Go +in and study; I foresee you will have but few holidays: In the mean +time, I'll not fail to give the world an account of your endowments. +Farewell: I'll to the gaming-house.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> O, sir, here is the rarest adventure, and, which is more, come +home to you!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> What is it?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> A fair lady, and her woman, wait in the outer room to speak with +you.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> But how know you she is fair?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Her woman plucked up her veil when she spoke to me; so that +having seen her this evening, I know her mistress to be Donna Aurelia, +cousin to your mistress Theodosia, and who lodges in the same house with +her: She wants a star or two, I warrant you.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> My whole constellation is at her service: +But what is she for a woman?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Fair enough, as Beatrix has told me; but sufficiently +impertinent. She is one of those ladies, who make ten visits in an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> +afternoon; and entertain her they see, with speaking ill of the last, +from whom they parted: In few words, she is one of the greatest +coquettes in Madrid; and to shew she is one, she cannot speak ten words +without some affected phrase that is in fashion.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> For my part, I can suffer any impertinence from a woman, provided +she be handsome: My business is with her beauty, not with her morals; +let her confessor look to them.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I wonder what she has to say to you?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I know not; but I sweat for fear I should be gravelled.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Venture out of your depth, and plunge boldly, sir; I warrant you +will swim.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Do not leave me, I charge you; but when I look mournfully upon +you, help me out.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Aurelia</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Camilla</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Here they are already.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Aur.</span> <i>plucks up her veil.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> How am I dressed to-night, Camilla? is nothing disordered in my +head?</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Not the least hair, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> No! let me see: Give me the counsellor of the graces.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> The counsellor of the graces, madam!</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> My glass, I mean: What, will you never be so spiritual as to +understand refined language?</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Madam!</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Madam me no madam, but learn to retrench your words; and say +ma'am; as, yes ma'am, and no ma'am, as other ladies' women do. Madam! +'tis a year in pronouncing.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Pardon me, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Yet again, ignorance! Par-don, madam! fie, fie, what a +superfluity is there, and how much sweeter the cadence is—parn<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> +me, ma'am! and for your ladyship, your la'ship.—Out upon't, what a +furious indigence of ribbands is here upon my head! This dress is a +libel to my beauty; a mere lampoon. Would any one, that had the least +revenue of common sense, have done this?</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Ma'am, the cavalier approaches your la'ship.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> to <i>Mask.</i> Maskall, pump the woman; and see if you can discover +any thing to save my credit.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Out upon it! now I should speak, I want assurance.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Madam, I was told you meant to honour me with your commands.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I believe, sir, you wonder at my confidence in this visit; but I +may be excused for waving a little modesty, to know the only person of +the age.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I wish my skill were more, to serve you, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Sir, you are an unfit judge of your own merits: For my own part, +I confess, I have a furious inclination for the occult sciences; but at +present, 'tis my misfortune——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Sighs.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> But why that sigh, madam?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> You might spare me the shame of telling you; since I am sure you +can divine my thoughts: I will, therefore, tell you nothing.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> What the devil will become of me now!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> You may give me an essay of your science, by declaring to me the +secret of my thoughts.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> If I know your thoughts, madam, 'tis in vain for you to disguise +them to me: Therefore, as you tender your own satisfaction, lay them +open without bashfulness.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I beseech you let us pass over that chapter; for I am shame-faced +to the last point. Since, therefore, I cannot put off my modesty, +succour it, and tell me what I think.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Madam, madam, that bashfulness must be laid aside: Not but that I +know your business perfectly; and will, if you please, unfold it to you +all immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Favour me so far, I beseech you, sir; for I furiously desire it.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> But then I must call up before you a most dreadful spirit, with +head upon head, and horns upon horns: Therefore, consider how you can +endure it.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> This is furiously furious; but rather than fail of my +expectances, I'll try my assurance.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Well then, I find you will force me to this unlawful, and +abominable act of conjuration: Remember the sin is yours too.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I espouse the crime also.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I see, when a woman has a mind to't, she'll never boggle at a +sin. Pox on her, what shall I do? [<i>Aside.</i>]—Well, I'll tell you +your thoughts, madam; but after that expect no farther service from me; +for 'tis your confidence must make my art successful.——Well, +you are obstinate, then; I must tell you your thoughts?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Hold, hold, sir; I am content to pass over that chapter, rather +than be deprived of your assistance.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> 'Tis very well; what need these circumstances between us two? +Confess freely; is not love your business?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> You have touched me to the quick, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Look you there! you see I knew it; nay, I'll tell you more, 'tis +a man you love.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> O prodigious science! I confess I love a man most furiously, to +the last point, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Now proceed, lady, your way is open; I am resolved, I'll not tell +you a word farther.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Well then, since I must acquaint you with what you know much +better than myself, I will tell you. I loved a cavalier, who was noble, +young, and handsome; this gentleman is since gone for Flanders; now +whether he has preserved his passion inviolate, or not, is that which +causes my inquietude.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Trouble not yourself, madam; he's as constant as a romance hero.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Sir, your good news has ravished me most furiously; but that I +may have a confirmation of it, I beg only, that you would lay your +commands upon his genius, or idea, to appear to me this night, that I +may have my sentence from his mouth. This, sir, I know is a slight +effect of your science, and yet will infinitely oblige me.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> What the devil does she call a slight effect! +[<i>Aside.</i>]—Why, lady, do you consider what you say? you desire me +to shew you a man, whom yourself confess to be in Flanders.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> To view him in a glass is nothing; I would speak with him in +person, I mean his idea, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Ay, but, madam, there is a vast sea betwixt us and Flanders; and +water is an enemy to conjuration. A witch's horse, you know, when he +enters into water, returns into a bottle of hay again.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> But, sir, I am not so ill a geographer, or, to speak more +properly, a chorographer, as not to know there is a passage by land from +hence to Flanders.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> That's true, madam; but magic works in a direct line. Why should +you think the devil such an ass to go about? 'Gad, he'll not stir a step +out of his road for you, or any man.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Yes, for a lady, sir; I hope he's a person that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> +wants not that civility for a lady; especially a spirit that has the +honour to belong to you, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> For that matter, he's your servant, madam; but his education has +been in the fire, and he's naturally an enemy to water, I assure you.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I beg his pardon, for forgetting his antipathy; but it imports +not much, sir; for I have lately received a letter from my servant, that +he is yet in Spain, and stays for a wind in St Sebastian's.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Now I am lost, past all redemption.—Maskall, must you be +smickering after wenches, while I am in calamity?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> It must be he, I'll venture on't. [<i>Aside.</i>]—Alas, sir, I +was complaining to myself of the condition of poor Don Melchor, who, you +know, is wind-bound at St Sebastian's.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Why, you impudent villain, must you offer to name him publicly, +when I have taken so much care to conceal him all this while?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Mitigate your displeasure, I beseech you; and, without making +farther testimony of it, gratify my expectances.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Well, madam, since the sea hinders not, you shall have your +desire. Look upon me with a fixed eye——so——or a +little more amorously, if you please——good. Now favour me +with your hand.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Is it absolutely necessary you should press my hand thus?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Furiously necessary, I assure you, madam; for now I take +possession of it in the name of the idea of Don Melchor. Now, madam, I +am farther to desire of you, to write a note to his genius, wherein you +desire him to appear, and this we men of art call a compact with the +ideas.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I tremble furiously.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Give me your hand, I'll guide it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>They write.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask. to Cam.</i> Now, lady mine, what think you +of my master?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> I think, I would not serve him for the world: Nay, if he can know +our thoughts by looking on us, we women are hypocrites to little +purpose.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> He can do that and more; for, by casting his eyes but once upon +them, he knows whether they are maids, better than a whole jury of +mid-wives.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Now heaven defend me from him!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> He has a certain small familiar, which he carries still about +him, that never fails to make discovery.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> See, they have done writing; not a word more, for fear he knows +my voice.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> One thing I had forgot, madam; you must subscribe your name to +it.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> There 'tis; farewell, cavalier, keep your promise, for I expect +it furiously.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> If he sees me, I am undone.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Hiding her face.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Camilla!</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> [<i>starts and shrieks.</i>] Ah, he has found me; I am ruined!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You hide your face in vain; for I see into your heart.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Then, sweet sir, have pity on my frailty; for if my lady has the +least inkling of what we did last night, the poor coachman will be +turned away.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit after her Lady.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Well, sir, how like you your new profession?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Would I were well quit on't; I sweat all over.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> But what faint-hearted devils yours are, that will not go by +water! Are they all Lancashire devils, of the brood of Tybert and +Grimalkin, that they dare not wet their feet?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Mine are honest land devils, good plain foot-posts, that beat +upon the hoof for me: But to save their labour, here take this, and in +some disguise deliver it to Don Melchor.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I'll serve it upon him within this hour, when he sallies out to +his assignation with Theodosia: 'Tis but counterfeiting my voice a +little; for he cannot know me in the dark. But let me see, what are the +words?</p> + +<blockquote><p>Reads.] <i>Don Melchor, if the magic of love have any power upon your +spirit, I conjure you to appear this night before me: You may guess the +greatness of my passion, since it has forced me to have recourse to art; +but no shape which resembles you can fright</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;"><span class="smcap">Aurelia.</span></span></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Well, I am glad there's one point gained; for, by this means, he +will be hindered to-night from entertaining Theodosia.—Pox on him, +is he here again?</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Don</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Cavalier Inglis, I have been seeking you: I have a present in my +pocket for you; read it by your art, and take it.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> That I could do easily: But, to shew you I am generous, I'll none +of your present; do you think I am mercenary?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know you will say now 'tis some astrological question; and so +'tis perhaps.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Ay, 'tis the devil of a question, without dispute.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> No, 'tis within dispute: 'Tis a certain difficulty in the art; +a problem, which you and I will discuss, with the arguments on both +sides.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> At this time I am not problematically given; I have a humour of +complaisance upon me, and will contradict no man.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> We'll but discuss a little.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> By your favour, I'll not discuss; for I see by the stars, that, +if I dispute to-day, I am infallibly threatened to be thought ignorant +all my life after.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Well then, we'll but cast an eye together upon my eldest +daughter's nativity.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Nativity!——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know what you would say now, that there wants the table of +direction for the five hylegiacalls; the ascendant, <i>medium coeli</i>, sun, +moon, and stars: But we'll take it as it is.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Never tell me that, sir——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know what you would say again, sir——</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> 'Tis well you do, for I'll be sworn I do not.——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You would say, sir——</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I say, sir, there is no doing without the sun and moon, and all +that, sir; and so you may make use of your paper for your occasions. +Come to a man of art without the sun and moon, and all that, +sir——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Tears it.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> 'Tis no matter; this shall break no squares betwixt us. +[<i>Gathers up the torn papers.</i>] I know what you would say now, that men +of parts are always choleric; I know it by myself, sir.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>He goes to match the papers.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Don</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Don Alonzo in my house! this is a most happy opportunity to put +my other design in execution; for, if I can persuade him to bestow his +daughter on Don Melchor, I shall serve my friend, though against his +will; and, when Aurelia sees she cannot be his, perhaps she will accept +my love.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I warrant you, sir, 'tis all pieced right, both top, sides, and +bottom; for, look you, sir, here was Aldeboran, and there Cor +Scorpii——</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Don Alonzo, I am happy to see you under my roof; and shall take +it——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know what you would say, sir; that +though I am your neighbour, this is the first time I +have been here.—[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span>.] But, come, sir, +by Don Lopez' permission, let us return to our nativity.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Would thou wert there, in thy mother's belly again!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> But, sennor——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> It needs not, sennor; I'll suppose your compliment; you would +say, that your house, and all things in it, are at my service.—But +let us proceed, without this interruption.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> By no means, sir; this cavalier is come on purpose to perform the +civilities of his house to you.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> But, good sir——</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I know what you would say, sir.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> No matter, let him go, sir. I have long desired this opportunity, +to move a suit to you in the behalf of a friend of mine, if you please +to allow me the hearing of it.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> With all my heart, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> He is a person of worth and virtue, and is infinitely ambitious +of the honour——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Of being known to me; I understand you, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> If you will please to favour me with your patience, which I beg +of you a second time.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I am dumb, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> This cavalier, of whom I was speaking, is in love——<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Satisfy yourself, sir, I'll not interrupt you.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Sir, I am satisfied of your promise.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> If I speak one syllable more, the devil take me! Speak when you +please.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> I am going, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You need not speak twice to me to be silent: Though I take it +somewhat ill of you to be tutored.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> This eternal old man will make me mad.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Why, when do you begin, sir? How long must a man wait for you? +Pray make an end of what you have to say quickly, that I may speak in my +turn too.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> This cavalier is in love——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You told me that before, sir; do you speak oracles, that you +require this strict attention? Either let me share the talk with you, or +I am gone.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Why, sir, I am almost mad to tell you, and you will not suffer +me.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Will you never have done, sir? I must tell you, sir, you have +tattled long enough; and 'tis now good manners to hear me speak. Here's +a torrent of words indeed; a very <i>impetus dicendi</i>; will you never have +done?</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> I will be heard in spite of you.</p> + +<blockquote><p>[<i>This next speech of</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span>, <i>and the next of</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo's</span>, <i>with both +their replies, are to be spoken at one time, both raising their voices +by little and little, till they bawl, and come up close to shoulder one +another</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> There's one Don Melchor de Guzman, a friend and acquaintance of +mine, that is desperately in love with your eldest daughter Donna +Theodosia.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> [<i>At the same time.</i>] 'Tis the sentence of a philosopher,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> +<i>Loquere ut te videam</i>; speak, that I may know thee; now, if you take +away the power of speaking from me—<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Both pause a little; then speak together again.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> I'll try the language of the law; sure the devil cannot out-talk +that gibberish.—For this Don Melchor, of Madrid aforesaid, as +premised, I request, move, and supplicate, that you would give, bestow, +marry, and give in marriage, this your daughter aforesaid, to the +cavalier aforesaid.—Not yet, thou devil of a man! thou shalt be +silent.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span> <i>running.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> [<i>At the same time with</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez's</span> <i>last speech, and after</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span> +<i>is run out</i>.] Oh, how I hate, abominate, detest, and abhor, these +perpetual talkers, disputants, controverters, and duellers of the +tongue! But, on the other side, if it be not permitted to prudent men to +speak their minds, appositely, and to the purpose, and in few words; if, +I say, the prudent must be tongue-tied, then let great nature be +destroyed; let the order of all things be turned topsy-turvy; let the +goose devour the fox; let the infants preach to their great-grandsires; +let the tender lamb pursue the wolf, and the sick prescribe to the +physician; let fishes live upon dry land, and the beasts of the earth +inhabit in the water; let the fearful hare—</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span> <i>with a bell, and rings it in his ears.</i></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Help, help, murder, murder, murder!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <i>running.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> There was no way but this to be rid of him.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a Servant.</i></p> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> Sir, there are some women without in masquerade, and, I +believe, persons of quality, who are come to play here. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Bring them in with all respect.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>Enter again the Servant, after him</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha</span>, <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>, <i>and other +Ladies and Gentlemen: all masqued.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Cavaliers, and ladies, you are welcome: I wish I had more company +to entertain you:—Oh, here comes one sooner than I expected.</p> + +<p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Wildblood</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I have swept your gaming house, i'faith; <i>Ecce signum.</i><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Shows gold.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Well, here's more to be had of these ladies, if it be your +fortune.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> The first stakes I would play for, should be their veils and +visor masks.</p> + +<p><i>Jac. to Beat.</i> Do you think he will not know us?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> If you keep your design of passing for an African.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Well, now I shall make an absolute trial of him; for, being thus +<i>incognita</i>, I shall discover if he make love to any of you. As for the +gallantry of his serenade, we will not be indebted to him, for we will +make him another with our guitars.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> I'll whisper your intention to the servant, who shall deliver it +to Don Lopez.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Beat.</span> <i>whispers to the Serv.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Serv. to Lopez.</i> Sir, the ladies have commanded me to tell you, that +they are willing, before they play, to present you with a dance; and to +give you an essay of their guitars.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> They much honour me.</p> + +<p class="center">A DANCE.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>After the dance, the Cavaliers take the Ladies, and court them.</i> <span +class="smcap">Wildblood</span> <i>takes</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha.</span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> While you have been singing, lady, I have been praying:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> +I mean, that your face and wit may not prove equal to your dancing; for, +if they be, there's a heart gone astray, to my knowledge.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> If you pray against me before you have seen me, you'll curse me +when you have looked on me.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I believe I shall have cause to do so, if your beauty be as +killing as I imagine it.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> 'Tis true, I have been flattered in my own country, with an +opinion of a little handsomeness; but how it will pass in Spain is a +question.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Why, madam, are you not of Spain?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> No, sir, of Morocco: I only came hither to see some of my +relations, who are settled here, and turned Christians, since the +expulsion of my countrymen, the Moors.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Are you then a Mahometan?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> A Mussulman, at your service.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> A Mussulwoman, say you? I protest, by your voice, I should have +taken you for a Christian lady of my acquaintance.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> It seems you are in love then: If so, I have done with you. I +dare not invade the dominions of another lady; especially in a country +where my ancestors have been so unfortunate.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Some little liking I might have, but that was only a +morning-dew; 'tis drawn up by the sunshine of your beauty: I find your +African Cupid is a much surer archer than ours of Europe. Yet would I +could see you; one look would secure your victory.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I'll reserve my face to gratify your imagination with it; make +what head you please, and set it on my shoulders.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Well, madam, an eye, a nose, or a lip shall break no squares: +The face is but a span's breadth of beauty; and where there is so much +besides, I'll never stand with you for that.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> But, in earnest, do you love me?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay, by Alla, do I, most extremely: You have wit in abundance, +you dance to a miracle, you sing like an angel, and, I believe, you look +like a cherubim.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> And can you be constant to me?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> By Mahomet, can I.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> You swear like a Turk, sir; but, take heed; for our prophet is a +severe punisher of promise breakers.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Your prophet's a cavalier. I honour your prophet and his law, +for providing so well for us lovers in the other world, black eyes, and +fresh maidenheads every day: go thy way, little Mahomet; i'faith, thou +shalt have my good word. But, by his favour, lady, give me leave to tell +you, that we of the uncircumcised, in a civil way, as lovers, have +somewhat the advantage of your mussulman.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> The company are rejoined, and set to play; we must go to them. +Adieu; and when you have a thought to throw away, bestow it on your +servant Fatima.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>She goes to the company.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> This lady Fatima pleases me most infinitely: Now am I got among +the Hamets, the Zegrys, and the Bencerrages. Hey, what work will the +Wildbloods make among the Cids and the Bens of the Arabians?</p> + +<p><i>Beat. to Jac.</i> False, or true, madam?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> False as hell; but, by heaven, I'll fit him for't! Have you the +high-running dice about you?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> I got them on purpose, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> You shall see me win all their money; and when I have done, I'll +return in my own person, and ask him for the money which he promised +me.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> 'Twill put him upon a strait to be surprised: But, let us to the +table; the company stays for us.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>The company sit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> What is the ladies' game, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Most commonly they use raffle; that is, to throw with three dice, +till duplets, and a chance be thrown; and the highest duplet wins, +except you throw in and in, which is called raffle; and that wins all.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I understand it: Come, lady, 'tis no matter what I lose; the +greatest stake, my heart, is gone already.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha.</span></span><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>They play; and the rest by couples.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> So, I have a good chance, two quarters and a sice.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Two sixes and a trey wins it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Sweeps the money.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> No matter; I'll try my fortune once again: What have I here, two +sixes and a quarter?—An hundred pistoles on that throw.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I take you, sir.—Beatrix, the high running dice.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Here, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Three fives: I have won you, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay, the pox take me for't, you have won me: It would never have +vext me to have lost my money to a Christian; but to a pagan, an +infidel—</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Pray, sir, leave off while you have some money.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Pox of this lady Fatima! Raffle thrice together! I am out of +patience.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> [<i>To him</i>.] Sir, I beseech you, if you will lose, to lose <i>en +cavalier</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Tol de ra, tol de ra—pox and curse—tol de ra. What +the devil did I mean, to play with this brunette of Afric? [<i>The Ladies +rise.</i>] Will you be gone already, ladies?</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> You have won our money; but, however, we are acknowledging to you +for the honour of your company.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Jac.</span> <i>makes a sign of farewell to</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Farewell, lady Fatima.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt all but</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mask.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> All the company took notice of your concernment.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> 'Tis no matter; I do not love to fret inwardly, as your silent +losers do, and, in the mean time, be ready to choak for want of vent.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Pray consider your condition a little; a younger brother, in a +foreign country, living at a high rate, your money lost, and without +hope of a supply. Now curse, if you think good.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> No, now I will laugh at myself most unmercifully; for my +condition is so ridiculous, that 'tis past cursing. The pleasantest part +of the adventure is, that I have promised three hundred pistoles to +Jacintha: But there is no remedy, they are now fair Fatima's.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Fatima!</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay, ay, a certain African lady of my acquaintance, whom you know +not.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> But who is here, sir?</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>, <i>in their own shapes</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Madam, what happy star has conducted you hither to +night!—A thousand devils of this fortune.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I was told you had ladies here, and fiddles; so I came partly for +the divertisement, and partly out of jealousy.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Jealousy! Why sure you do not think me a pagan, an infidel? But +the company's broke up, you see. Am I to wait upon you home, or will +you be so kind to take a hard lodging with me to-night?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> You shall have the honour to lead me to my father's.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> No more words, then; let's away, to prevent discovery.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> For my part, I think he has a mind to be rid of you.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> No: But if your lady should want sleep, 'twould spoil the lustre +of her eyes to-morrow. There were a conquest lost.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I am a peaceable princess, and content with my own; I mean your +heart and purse; for the truth is, I have lost my money to-night in +masquerade, and am come to claim your promise of supplying me.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> You make me happy by commanding me: To-morrow morning my servant +shall wait upon you with three hundred pistoles.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> But I left my company, with promise to return to play.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Play on tick, and lose the Indies, I'll discharge it all +to-morrow.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> To-night, if you'll oblige me.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Maskall, go and bring me three hundred pistoles immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Are you mad, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Do you expostulate, you rascal! How he stares; I'll be hanged if +he have not lost my gold at play: If you have, confess; you had best, +and perhaps I'll pardon you; but if you do not confess, I'll have no +mercy. Did you lose it?</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Sir, 'tis not for me to dispute with you.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Why, then, let me tell you, you did lose it.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Ay, as sure as e'er he had it, I dare swear for him: But commend +me to you for a kind master, that can let your servant play off three +hundred pistoles, without the least sign of anger to him.<span class="pagenum"><a +name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> 'Tis a sign he has a greater bank in store, to comfort him.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Well, madam, I must confess I have more than I will speak of at +this time; but till you have given me satisfaction——</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Satisfaction! why, are you offended, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Heaven! that you should not perceive it in me: I tell you, I am +mortally offended with you.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Sure, 'tis impossible.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> You have done nothing, I warrant, to make a man jealous: Going +out a gaming in masquerade, at unseasonable hours, and losing your money +at play; that loss, above all, provokes me.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> I believe you; because she comes to you for more.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Is this the quarrel? I'll clear it immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> 'Tis impossible you should clear it: I'll stop my ears, if you +but offer it. There's no satisfaction in the point.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> You'll hear me?—</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> To do this in the beginning of an amour, and to a jealous +servant as I am! had I all the wealth of Peru, I would not let go one +maravedis to you.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> To this I answer——</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Answer nothing, for it will but inflame the quarrel betwixt us: +I must come to myself by little and little; and when I am ready for +satisfaction, I will take it: But at present it is not for my honour to +be friends.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Pray let us neighbour princes interpose a little.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> When I have conquered, you may interpose; but at present the +mediation of all Christendom would be fruitless.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Though Christendom can do nothing with you, yet I hope an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span> +African may prevail. Let me beg you, for the sake of the lady Fatima.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I begin to suspect, that lady Fatima is no better than she +should be. If she be turned Christian again, I am undone.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> By Alla, I am afraid on't too: By Mahomet, I am.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Well, well, madam, any man may be overtaken with an oath; but I +never meant to perform it with her: You know, no oaths are to be kept +with infidels. But——</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> No; the love you made was certainly a design of charity you had +to reconcile the two religions. There's scarce such another man in +Europe, to be sent apostle to convert the Moor ladies.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Faith, I would rather widen their breaches, than make them up.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I see there's no hope of a reconcilement with you; and therefore +I give it over as desperate.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> You have gained your point, you have my money; and I was only +angry, because I did not know 'twas you, who had it.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> This will not serve your turn, sir: what I have got, I have +conquered from you.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Indeed you use me like one that's conquered; for you have +plundered me of all I had.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I only disarmed you, for fear you should rebel again; for if you +had the sinews of war, I am sure you would be flying out.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Dare but to stay without a new servant, till I am flush again; +and I will love you, and treat you, and present you at that unreasonable +rate, that I will make you an example to all unbelieving mistresses.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Well, I will try you once more; but you must make haste then, +that we may be within our time; methinks our love is drawn out so +subtle already, that 'tis near breaking.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I will have more care of it on my part, than the kindred of an +old pope have to preserve him.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Adieu; for this time I wipe off your score, till you are caught +tripping in some new amour.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt Women.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> You have used me very kindly, sir; I thank you.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> You deserved it for not having a lie ready for my occasions. A +good servant should be no more without it, than a soldier without his +arms. But, pr'ythee, advise me what's to be done to get Jacintha.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> You have lost her, or will lose her by your submitting: If we +men could but learn to value ourselves, we should soon take down our +mistresses from all their altitudes, and make them dance after our +pipes, longer perhaps than we had a mind to't. But I must make haste, or +I shall lose Don Melchor.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Call Bellamy, we'll both be present at thy enterprize: Then I'll +once more to the gaming-house with my small stock, for my last refuge: +If I win, I have wherewithal to mollify Jacintha.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i1">If I throw out, I'll bear it off with huffing,</span> + <span class="i1">And snatch the money like a bully-ruffin.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT IV. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span>, <span class="smcap">Wildblood</span>, <span class="smcap">Maskall</span>, <i>in a Visor.</i></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Here comes one, and in all probability it must be Don Melchor, +going to Theodosia.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Stand close, and you shall see me serve the writ upon him.<span class="pagenum"><a +name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Enter Don</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Now, Maskall.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I stayed here, sir, by express order from the lady Aurelia, to +deliver you this note; and to desire you, from her, to meet her +immediately in the garden.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Do you hear, friend!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Not a syllable more, sir; I have performed my orders.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Mask.</span> <i>retires to his Masters.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> He's gone, and 'tis in vain for me to look after him. What +envious devil has discovered to Aurelia that I am in town? It must be +Don Lopez, who, to advance his own pretensions to her, has endeavoured +to ruin mine.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> It works rarely.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> But I am resolved to see Aurelia; if it be but to defeat him. +[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Mel</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Let's make haste after him; I long to see the end of this +adventure.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Sir, I think I see some women coming yonder.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Well, I'll leave you to your adventures, while I prosecute my +own.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I warrant you have made an assignation to instruct some lady in +the mathematics.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I'll not tell you my design; because, if it does not succeed, you +shall not laugh at me.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit Bel.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>; <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Jacintha</span>, <i>in the habit of a Mulatto</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Let us withdraw a little, and see if they will come this way.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> We are right, madam; 'tis certainly your Englishman, +and his servant with him. But, why this second trial, when you engaged +to break with him, if he failed in the first?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> 'Tis true, he has been a little inconstant, choleric, or so.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> And it seems you are not contented with those vices, but are +searching him for more. This is the folly of a bleeding gamester, who +will obstinately pursue a losing hand.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> On t'other side, you would have me throw up my cards, before the +game be lost: Let me make this one more trial, when he has money, +whether he will give it me; and then, if he fails—</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> You'll forgive him again.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> He's already in purgatory; but the next offence shall put him in +the pit, past all redemption; pr'ythee sing, to draw him nearer: Sure he +cannot know me in this disguise.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Make haste, then; for I have more irons in the fire: When I have +done with you, I have another assignation of my Lady Theodosia's to Don +Melchor.</p> + + +<p><br /><span class="smcap">SONG.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i1"><i>Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And the new-budding flowers did spring,</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>When all alone went Amyntas and I,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>To hear the sweet nightingale sing:</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>I sate, and he laid him down by me,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>But scarcely his breath he could draw;</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>For when, with a fear, he began to draw near,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>He was dashed with, A ha, ha, ha, ha!</i></span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i1"><i>He blushed to himself, and lay still for a while,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And his modesty curbed his desire;</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>But strait I convinced all his fear with a smile,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>Which added new flames to his fire.</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> + <span class="i1"><i>O Sylvia, said he, you are cruel,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>To keep your poor lover in awe!</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>Then once more he prest with his hand to my breast,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>But was dashed with, A ha, ha, ha, ha!</i></span> + <div class="stanza"> + </div> + <span class="i1"><i>I knew 'twas his passion that caused all his fear,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And therefore I pitied his case;</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>I whispered him softly, There's nobody near,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>And laid my cheek close to his face:</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>But as he grew bolder and bolder,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>A shepherd came by us and saw;</i></span> + <span class="i1"><i>And just as our bliss we began with a kiss,</i></span> + <span class="i2"><i>He laughed out with, A ha, ha, ha, ha!</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> If you dare be the Sylvia, lady, I have brought you a more +confident Amyntas, than that bashful gentleman in your song.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Goes to lay hold of her.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Hold, hold, sir; I am only an ambassadress sent you from a lady: +I hope you will not violate the laws of nations.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I was only searching for your letters of credence: but methinks, +with that beauty, you look more like a herald that comes to denounce war +to all mankind.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> One of the ladies in the masque to-night has taken a liking to +you; and sent you by me this purse of gold, in recompence of that she +saw you lose.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> And she expects in return of it, that I should wait on her: I'll +do't,—where lives she? I am desperately in love with her.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Why, can you love her unknown?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I have a bank of love, to supply every one's occasions; some for +her, some for another, and some for you; charge what you will upon me, +I pay all at sight, and without questioning who brought the bill.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Hey-day! you dispatch your mistresses as fast, as if you meant to +o'er-run all womankind: Sure you aim at the universal-monarchy.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Now I think on't, I have a foolish fancy to send the lady a +taste of my love by thee.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> 'Tis impossible your love should be so humble, to descend to a +mulatto.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> One would think so, but I cannot help it. Gad, I think the +reason is, because there's something more of sin in thy colour than in +ours. I know not what's the matter, but a turkey-cock is not more +provoked at red, than I bristle at the sight of black. Come, be kinder +to me. Young, and slip an opportunity? 'Tis an evening lost out of your +life.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> These fine things you have said over a thousand times; your cold +compliment's the cold pye of love, which you serve up to every guest +whom you invite.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Come; because thou art very moving, here's part of the gold, +which thou brought'st to corrupt me for thy lady: Truth is, I had +promised a sum to a Spanish lady; but thy eyes have allured it from me.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> You'll repent it to-morrow.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Let to-morrow starve, or provide for himself, as to-night has +done: To-morrow is a cheat in love, and I will not trust it.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Ay, but heaven, that sees all things——</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Heaven, that sees all things, will say nothing: That is all +eyes, and no tongue; <i>Et la lune, et les estoiles</i>,—you know the +song.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> A poor slave, as I am——</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> It has been always my humour to love downward. I love to stoop +to my prey, and to have it in my power to souse at, when I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span> +please. When a man comes to a great lady, he is fain to approach her +with fear and reverence; methinks there's something of godliness in't.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Yet I cannot believe, but the meanness of my habit must needs +scandalize you.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I tell thee, my friend, and so forth, that I exceedingly honour +coarse linen; 'tis as proper sometimes in an under garment, as a coarse +towel is to rub and scrub me.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Now I am altogether of the other side; I can love no where but +above me: Methinks the rattling of a coach and six sounds more +eloquently than the best harangue a wit could make me.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Do you make no more esteem of a wit then?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> His commendations serve only to make others have a mind to me; he +does but say grace to me like a chaplain, and, like him, is the last +that shall fall on. He ought to get no more by it, than a poor +silk-weaver does by the ribband which he works, to make a gallant fine.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Then what is a gentleman to hope from you?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> To be admitted to pass my time with, while a better comes: To be +the lowest step in my staircase, for a knight to mount upon him, and a +lord upon him, and a marquis upon him, and a duke upon him, till I get +as high as I can climb.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> For aught I see, the great ladies have the appetites, which you +slaves should have; and you slaves the pride, which ought to be in +ladies. For, I observe, that all women of your condition are like women +of the play-house, still picking at each other, who shall go the best +dressed, and the richest habits; till you work up one another by your +high flying, as the heron and jerfalcon do. If you cannot out-shine your +fellow with one lover, you fetch her up with another: And, in short,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> +all you get by it is only to put finery out of countenance; and to make +the ladies of quality go plain, because they will avoid the scandal of +your bravery.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> [<i>Running in.</i>] Madam, come away; I hear company in the garden.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> You are not going?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Yes, to cry out a rape, if you follow me.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> However, I am glad you have left your treasure behind you: +Farewell, fairy!</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Farewell, changeling!—Come, Beatrix.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt Women.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Do you know how you came by this money, sir? You think, I +warrant, that it came by fortune.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> No, sirrah, I know it came by my own industry. Did not I come +out diligently to meet this gold, in the very way it was to come? What +could fate do less for me? They are such thoughtless, and undesigning +rogues as you, that make a drudge of poor Providence, and set it a +shifting for you. Give me a brave fellow like myself, that, if you throw +him down into the world, lights every where upon his legs, and helps +himself without being beholden to fate, that is the hospital of fools.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> But, after all your jollity, what think you if it was Jacintha +that gave it you in this disguise? I am sure I heard her call Beatrix as +she went away.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Umh! thou awaken'st a most villainous apprehension in me! +methought, indeed, I knew the voice: but the face was such an evidence +against it! if it were so, she is lost for ever.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> And so is Beatrix.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Now could I cut my throat for madness.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Now could I break my neck for despair, if I could find a +precipice absolutely to my liking.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> 'Tis in vain to consider on't. There's but one way; go you, +Maskall, and find her out, and invent some excuse for me, and be sure to +beg leave I may come and wait upon her with the gold, before she sleeps.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> In the mean time you'll be thinking at your lodging.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> But make haste then to relieve me; for I think over all my +thoughts in half an hour.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Mask.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> [<i>Solus.</i>] Hang it! now I think on't, I shall be but melancholic +at my lodging; I'll go pass my hour at the gaming-house, and make use of +this money while I have tools, to win more to it. Stay, let me +see,—I have the box and throw. My Don he sets me ten pistoles; I +nick him: Ten more, I sweep them too. Now, in all reason, he is nettled, +and sets me twenty: I win them too. Now he kindles, and butters me with +forty. They are all my own: In fine, he is vehement, and bleeds on to +fourscore or an hundred; and I, not willing to tempt fortune, come away +a moderate winner of two hundred pistoles.</p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE II.</h3> + +<blockquote><p><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Scene</span> <i>opens and discovers</i> <span class="smcap">Aurelia</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Camilla</span>: <i>Behind them a +table and lights set on it. The Scene is a Garden with an arbour in it.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p>The garden-door opens! How now, Aurelia and Camilla in expectation of +Don Melchor at the garden door! I'll away, least I prevent the design, +and within this half hour come sailing back with full pockets, as +wantonly as a laden galleon from the Indies.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> But dost thou think the Englishman can keep his promise? For, I +confess, I furiously desire to see the idea of Don Melchor.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> But, madam, if you should see him, it will not be he, but the +devil in his likeness; and then why should you desire it?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> In effect 'tis a very dark enigma; and one must be very spiritual +to understand it. But be what it will, body or phantom, I am resolved to +meet it.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Can you do it without fear?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> No; I must avow it, I am furiously fearful; but yet I am resolved +to sacrifice all things to my love. Therefore, let us pass over that +chapter.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Don</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor,</span> <i>without.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Do you hear, madam, there's one treading already; how if it be +he?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> If it be he! that is to say his spectre, that is to say his +phantom, that is to say his idea, that is to say, he, and not he.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> [<i>Crying out.</i>] Ah, madam, 'tis he himself; but he's as big again +as he used to be, with eyes like saucers. I'll save myself.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Runs under the table.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Don</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor</span>: <i>They both shriek.</i><br /></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Oh heaven! humanity is not able to support it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Running.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Dear Aurelia, what mean you?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> The tempter has imitated his voice too; avoid, avoid, spectre.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> If he should find me under the table now!</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Is it thus, my dear, that you treat your servant?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I am not thy dear; I renounce thee, spirit of darkness!</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> This spirit of darkness is come to see an angel of light by her +command; and to assure her of his constancy, that he will be her's +eternally.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Away, infernal! 'tis not thee; 'tis the true Don Melchor that I +would see.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Hell and furies!</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Heaven and angels! Ah——<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Runs out, shrieking.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> This is a riddle past my finding out, to send for me, and then to +shun me; but here's one shall resolve it for me: Camilla, what dost thou +there?</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Help, help! I shall be carried away bodily.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>She rises up, overthrows the table and lights,</i></span><br /> +<span class="rightalign"><i>and runs out. The scene shuts.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> [<i>Alone.</i>] Why, Aurelia, Camilla! they are both run out of +hearing! this amazes me; what can the meaning of it be? Sure she has +heard of my unfaithfulness, and was resolved to punish me by this +contrivance! to put an affront upon me by this abrupt departure, as I +did on her by my seeming absence.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Theodosia</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Don Melchor! is it you, my love, that have +frighted Aurelia so terribly?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Alas, madam! I know not; but, coming hither by your appointment, +and thinking myself secure in the night without disguise, perhaps it +might work upon her fancy, because she thought me absent.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Since 'tis so unluckily fallen out, that she knows you are at +Madrid, it can no longer be kept a secret; therefore, you must now +pretend openly to me, and run the risk of a denial from my father.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> O, madam, there's no question but he'll refuse me: For, alas! +what is it he can see in me worthy of that honour? Or, if he should be +so partial to me, as some in the world are, to think me valiant, +learned, and not altogether a fool, yet my want of fortune would weigh +down all.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> When he has refused you his consent, I may with justice dispose +of myself; and that, while you are constant, shall never be to any but +yourself: In witness of which, accept this diamond, as a pledge of my +heart's firmness to you.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Madam, your father is coming this way.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> 'Tis no matter; do not stir: since he must know you are +returned, let him now see you.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Don</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Daughter, what make you here at this unseasonable hour?</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Sir——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know what you would say, that you heard a noise, and ran +hither to see what it might be——Bless us! who is this with +you?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> 'Tis your servant, Don Melchor; just returned from St Sebastians.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> But, sir, I thought you had been upon the sea for Flanders.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> I had so designed it.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> But, why came you back from St Sebastians?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> As for that, sir, 'tis not material.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> An unexpected law-suit has called him back from St Sebastians.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> And how fares my son-in-law, that lives there?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> In Catholic health, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Have you brought no letters from him?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> I had, sir, but I was set upon by the way, by picarons: and, in +spite of my resistance, robbed, and my portmanteau taken from me.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> And this was that which he was now desiring me to excuse to you.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> If my credit, friends, or counsel, can do you any service in +your suit, I hope you will command them freely.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> When I have dispatched some private business, I shall not fail to +trouble you; till then, humbly kisses your hands the most obliged of +your servants.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Daughter, now this cavalier is gone, what occasion brought you +out so late?—I know what you would say, that it is melancholy; a +tincture of the hypochondria you mean: But, what cause have you for this +melancholy? Give me your hand, and answer me without ambages, or +ambiguities.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> He will find out I have given away my ring—I must prevent +him—Sir, I am ashamed to confess it to you; but, in hope of your +indulgence, I have lost the table diamond you gave me.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You would say, The fear of my displeasure has caused the +perturbation in you; well, do not disquiet yourself too much; you say +'tis gone, I say so too. 'Tis stolen; and that by some thief, I take it: +But, I will go and consult the astrologer immediately.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>He is going.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> What have I done? To avoid one inconvenience, I have run into +another: This devil of an astrologer will discover that Don Melchor has +it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> When did you lose this diamond? The minute and second I should +know; but the hour will serve for the degree ascending.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Sir, the precise time I know not; but it +was betwixt six and seven in the evening, as near +as I can guess.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> 'Tis enough; by all the stars, I'll have it +for you: Therefore, go in, and suppose it on your finger.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> I'll watch you at a distance, sir, that my +Englishman may have wherewithal to answer you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside. Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Theo. Beat</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> This melancholy, wherewith my daughter laboureth, +is—a—I know what I would say, is a certain species of the +hysterical disease; or a certain motion, caused by a certain appetite, +which, at a certain time, heaveth in her, like a certain motion of an +earthquake—</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> This is the place, and very near the time that Theodosia appoints +her meeting with Don Melchor. He is this night otherwise disposed of +with Aurelia: 'Tis but trying my fortune, to tell her of his infidelity, +and my love. If she yields, she makes me happy; if not, I shall be sure +Don Melchor has not planted the arms of Spain in the fort before me. +However, I'll push my fortune, as sure as I am an Englishman.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Sennor Inglis, I know your voice, though I cannot perfectly +discern you.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> How the devil came he to cross me?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I was just coming to have asked another favour of you.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Without ceremony, command me, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> My daughter Theodosia has lost a fair diamond from her finger, +the time betwixt six and seven this evening; now, I desire you, sir, to +erect a scheme for it, and if it be lost, or stolen, to restore it to +me. This is all, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> There is no end of this old fellow; thus will he bait me from day +to day, till my ignorance be found out.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Now is he casting a figure by the art of memory, and making a +judgment of it to himself. This astrology is a very mysterious +speculation.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> 'Tis a madness for me to hope I can deceive him longer. Since +then he must know I am no astrologer, I'll discover it myself to him, +and blush once for all.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Well, sir, and what do the stars hold forth? What says nimble +master Mercury to the matter?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Sir, not to keep you longer in ignorance, I must ingenuously +declare to you, that I am not the man for whom you take me. Some +smattering in astrology I have; which my friends, by their indiscretion, +have blown abroad, beyond my intentions. But you are not a person to be +imposed on like the vulgar: Therefore, to satisfy you in one word, my +skill goes not far enough to give you knowledge of what you desire from +me.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You have said enough, sir, to persuade me of your science; if +fame had not published it, yet this very humility of yours were enough +to confirm me in the belief of it.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Death, you make me mad, sir! Will you have me swear? As I am a +gentleman, a man of the town, one who wears good cloaths, eats, drinks, +and wenches abundantly, I am a damned ignorant, and senseless fellow.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> How now, gentlewoman?—What, are you going to relief by +moonshine?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> I was going on a very charitable office, to help a friend that +was gravelled in a very doubtful business.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Some good news, fortune, I beseech thee.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> But now I have found this learned gentleman, I shall make bold +to propound a question to him from a lady.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I will have my own question first resolved.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> O, sir, 'tis from a lady.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> If you please, sir, I'll tell it in your ear—My lady has +given Don Melchor the ring; in whose company her father found her just +now at the garden-door.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>In a whisper.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> [<i>Aloud.</i>] Come to me to-morrow, and you shall receive an answer.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Your servant, sir.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Sir, I shall take it very unkindly if you satisfy any other, and +leave me in this perplexity.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Sir, if my knowledge were according—</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> No more of that, sir, I beseech you.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Perhaps I may know something by my art concerning it; but, for +your quiet, I wish you would not press me.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Do you think I am not master of my passions?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Since you will needs know what I would willingly have concealed, +the person, who has your diamond, is he whom you saw last in your +daughter's company.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You would say 'tis Don Melchor de Guzman. Who the devil would +have suspected him of such an action? But he is of a decayed family, and +poverty, it seems, has enforced him to it. Now I think on't better, he +has e'en stolen it for a fee, to bribe his lawyer; to requite a lie with +a theft. I'll seek him out, and tell him part of my mind before I sleep.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Alon.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> So, once more I am at liberty: But this astrology +is so troublesome a science—Would I were well rid on't!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Don</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez,</span> <i>and a Servant.</i></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Astrology, does he say? O, cavalier, is it you? not finding you +at home, I came on purpose to seek you out: I have a small request to +the stars by your mediation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Sir, for pity let them shine in quiet a little; for what for +ladies, and their servants, and younger brothers, they scarce get a +holiday in a twelve-month.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Pray, pardon me, if I am a little curious of my destiny, since +all my happiness depends on your answer.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Well, sir, what is it you expect?</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> To know whether my love to a lady will be successful.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> 'Tis Aurelia, he means. [<i>Aside.</i>]—Sir, in one word I +answer you, that your mistress loves another; one, who is your friend: +But comfort yourself; the dragon's tail is between him and home, he +never shall enjoy her.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> But what hope for me?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> The stars have partly assured me, you shall be happy, if you +acquaint her with your passion, and with the double-dealing of your +friend, who is false to her.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> You speak like an oracle. But, I have engaged my promise to that +friend, to serve him in his passion to my mistress.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> We English seldom make such scruples; women are not comprised in +our laws of friendship. They are <i>ferę naturę</i>; our common game, like +hare and partridge: Every man has equal right to them, as he has to the +sun and elements.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Must I then betray my friend?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> In that case my friend is a Turk to me, if he will be so +barbarous as to retain two women to his private use. I will be factious +for all distressed damsels; who would much rather have their cause tried +by a full jury, than a single judge.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Well, sir, I will take your counsel; and if I err, the fault be +on love and you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Lop.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Were it not for love, I would run out of the town, that's the +short on't; for I have engaged myself in so many promises, for the sun +and moon, and those little minced-meats of them, that I must hide before +my day of payment comes. In the mean time I forget Theodosia; but now I +defy the devil to hinder me.</p> + +<blockquote><p><i>As he is going out, he meets</i> <span class="smcap">Aurelia</span>, <i>and almost +justles her down. With her</i> <span class="smcap">Camilla</span> <i>enters.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> What rudeness is this?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Madam Aurelia, is it you?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Monsieur Bellamy!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> The same, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> My uncle told me he left you here: And, indeed, I came hither to +complain of you. For you have treated me so inhumanly, that I have some +reason to resent it.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> What occasion can I have given you for a complaint?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Don Melchor, as I am informed by my uncle, is effectively at +Madrid: So that it was not his idea, but himself in person, whom I saw. +And since you knew this, why did you conceal it from me?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> When I spoke with you, I knew it not: But I discovered it in the +erecting of my figure. Yet if, instead of his idea, I constrained +himself to come, in spite of his resolution to remain concealed, I think +I have shown a greater effect of my art than what I promised.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I render myself to so convincing an argument: But by over-hearing +a discourse just now betwixt my cousin Theodosia and her maid, I find +that he has concealed himself upon her account, which has given me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> +jealousy to the last point; for, to avow an incontestible truth, my +cousin is furiously handsome.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Madam, madam, trust not your ears too far; she talked on purpose, +that you might hear her. But, I assure you, the true cause of Don +Melchor's concealment was not love of her, but jealousy of you. He staid +in private to observe your actions: Build upon't, madam, he is +inviolably yours.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Then will he sacrifice my cousin to me?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> 'Tis furiously true, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> O most agreeable assurance!</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Albricias, madam, for my good news! Don Melchor is coming this +way; I know him by his voice: but he is in company with another person.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> It will not be convenient to give him any umbrage, by seeing me +with another person; therefore, I will go before; do you stay here, and +conduct him to my apartment. Good-night, sir.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I have promised Don Lopez, he shall possess her; and I have +promised her, she shall possess Don Melchor: 'Tis a little difficult, I +confess, as to the matrimonial part of it: But, if Don Melchor will be +civil to her, and she be civil to Don Lopez, my credit is safe without +the benefit of my clergy. But all this is nothing to Theodosia.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Bel.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Don</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span> <i>and Don</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor.</span></p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Don Melchor, a word in private.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Your pleasure, lady.—Sir, I will wait on you immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> I am sent to you from a fair lady, who bears you no ill will. You +may guess whom I mean.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Not by my own merits, but by knowing whom you serve. But, I +confess, I wonder at her late strange usage, when she fled from me.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> That was only a mistake; but I have now, by her command, been in +a thousand places in quest of you.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> You overjoy me.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> And where, amongst the rest, do you think I have been looking +you?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Pray refresh my memory.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> In that same street, by the same shop—you know where, by a +good token.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> By what token?</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Just by that shop, where, out of your nobleness, you promised me +a new silk gown.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> O, now I understand you.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Not that I press you to a performance—</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Take this, and please yourself in the choice of it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Gives her money.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Nay, dear sir, now you make me blush; in faith I—am +ashamed—I swear, 'tis only because I would keep something for your +sake;—but my lady expects you immediately in her apartment.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> I'll wait on her, if I can possibly. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Cam.</span>] But, if I can +prevail with Don Alonzo for his daughter, then will I again consider, +which of the ladies best deserves me. [<i>Aside.</i>] Sir, I beg your pardon +for this rudeness in leaving you.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Alon.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I cannot possibly resolve with myself to tell him openly he is a +thief; but I'll gild the pill for him to swallow.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> I believe he has discovered our amour: How he surveys me for a +son-in-law!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Sir, I am sorry for your sake, that true nobility is not always +accompanied with riches to support it in its lustre.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> You have a just exception against the capriciousness of destiny; +yet, if I were owner of any noble qualities, (which I am not) I should +not much esteem the goods of fortune.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> But pray conceive me, sir; your father did not leave you +flourishing in wealth.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Only a very fair seat in Andalusia, with all the +pleasures imaginable about it: That alone, were my poor deserts +according,—which, I confess, they are not,—were enough to +make a woman happy in it.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> But give me leave to come to the point, I beseech you, sir. I +have lost a jewel, which I value infinitely, and I hear it is in your +possession: But I accuse your wants, not you, for it.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Your daughter is indeed a jewel; but she were not lost, were she +in possession of a man of parts.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> A precious diamond, sir——</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> But a man of honour, sir——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know what you would say, sir,—that a man of honour is +not capable of an unworthy action; and, therefore, I do not accuse you +of the theft: I suppose the jewel was only put into your hands.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> By honourable ways, I assure you, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Sir, sir, will you restore my jewel?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Will you please, sir, to give me leave to be the unworthy +possessor of her? I know how to use her with that respect——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know what you would say, sir; but if it belong to our family? +otherwise, I assure you, it were at your service.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> As it belongs to your family, I covet it; not that I plead my own +deserts, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Sir, I know your deserts; but, I protest, I cannot part with it: +For, I must tell you, this diamond ring was originally my +great-grandfather's.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> A diamond ring, sir, do you mean?——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> By your patience, sir; when I have done, you may speak your +pleasure. I only lent it to my daughter; but, how she lost it, and how +it came upon your finger, I am yet <i>in tenebris.</i></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Sir——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know it, sir; but spare yourself the trouble, I'll speak for +you; you would say you had it from some other hand; I believe it, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> But, sir——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I warrant you, sir, I'll bring you off without your +speaking;—from another hand you had it; and now, sir, as you say, +sir, and as I am saying for you, sir, you are loth to part with it.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Good sir,——let me——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I understand you already, sir,—that you have taken a fancy +to it, and would buy it; but, to that I answer, as I did before, that it +is a relick of my family: Now, sir, if you can urge aught farther, you +have liberty to speak without interruption.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> This diamond you speak of, I confess——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> But what need you confess, sir, before you are accused?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> You promised you would hear me in my turn, sir, but——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> But, as you were saying, it is needless, because I have already +spoken for you.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> The truth is, sir, I was too presumptuous to take this pledge +from Theodosia without your knowledge; but you will pardon the +invincible necessity, when I tell you——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You need not tell me; I know your necessity was the reason of +it, and that place and opportunity have caused your error.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> This is the goodest old man I ever knew; he prevents me in my +motion for his daughter. [<i>Aside.</i> Since, sir, you know the cause of my +errors, and are pleased to lay part of the blame upon youth and +opportunity, I beseech you, favour me so far to accept me, as fair +Theodosia already has——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I conceive you, sir,—that I would accept of your excuse: +Why, restore the diamond, and 'tis done.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> More joyfully than I received it: And, with it, I beg the honour +to be received by you as your son-in-law.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> My son-in-law! this is the most pleasant proposition I ever +heard.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> I am proud you think it so; but, I protest, I think not I deserve +this honour.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Nor I, I assure you, sir; marry my daughter—ha, ha, ha!</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> But, sir——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know what you would say, sir—that there is too much +hazard in the profession of a thief, and therefore you would marry my +daughter to become rich, without venturing your neck for't. I beseech +you, sir, steal on, be apprehended, and, if you please, be hanged, it +shall make no breach betwixt us. For my part, I'll keep your counsel, +and so, good night, sir.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Alon.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Is the devil in this old man, first to give me occasion to +confess my love, and, when he knew it, to promise he would keep my +counsel? But who are these? I'll not be seen; but to my old appointment +with Theodosia, and desire her to unriddle it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Mel.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>SCENE III.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span>, <span class="smcap">Jacintha</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix.</span></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> But, madam, do you take me for a man of honour?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> No.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Why there's it! if you had, I would have sworn that my master +has neither done nor intended you any injury. I suppose you'll grant he +knew you in your disguise?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Nay, to know her, and use her so, is an aggravation of his +crime.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Unconscionable Beatrix! would you two have all the carnival to +yourselves? He knew you, madam, and was resolved to countermine you in +all your plots. But, when he saw you so much piqued, he was too good +natured to let you sleep in wrath, and sent me to you to disabuse you: +for, if the business had gone on till to-morrow, when Lent begins, you +would have grown so peevish (as all good Catholics are with fasting) +that the quarrel would never have been ended.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Well; this mollifies a little: I am content he shall see me.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> But that you may be sure he knew you, he will bring the +certificate of the purse along with him.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I shall be glad to find him innocent.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Wildblood</span>, <i>at the other end of the stage.</i></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> No mortal man ever threw out so often. It could not be me, it +must be the devil that did it: He took all the chances, and changed them +after I had thrown them. But, I'll be even with him; for, I'll never +throw one of his dice more.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Madam, 'tis certainly my master; and he is so zealous to +make his peace, that he could not stay till I called him to +you.——Sir.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Sirrah, I'll teach you more manners than to leave me another +time: You rogue, you have lost me two hundred pistoles, you and the +devil your accomplice; you, by leaving me to myself, and he, by tempting +me to play it off.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Is the wind in that door? Here's like to be fine doings.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> O mischief! am I fallen into her ambush? I must face it out with +another quarrel.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Your man has been treating your accommodation; 'tis half made +already.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay, on your part it may be.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> He says you knew me.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Yes; I do know you so well, that my poor heart aches for't. I +was going to bed without telling you my mind; but, upon consideration, I +am come——</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> To bring the money with you.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> To declare my grievances, which are great and many.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Well, for impudence, let thee alone.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> As, in the first place——</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I'll hear no grievances; where's the money?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Ay, keep to that, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Do you think me a person to be so used?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> We will not quarrel; where's the money?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> By your favour we will quarrel.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Money, money!——</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I am angry, and can hear nothing.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Money, money, money, money!</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Do you think it a reasonable thing to put on two disguises in a +night, to tempt a man? (Help me, Maskall, for I want arguments +abominably.) I thank heaven I was never so barbarously used in all my +life.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> He begins to anger me in good earnest.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> A thing so much against the rules of modesty! So indecent a +thing!</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay so indecent a thing: Nay, now I do not wonder at myself for +being angry. And then to wonder I should love her in those disguises! To +quarrel at the natural desires of human kind, assaulted by powerful +temptations; I am enraged at that.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Heyday! you had best quarrel too for my bringing you the money.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I have a grudging to you for't: (Maskall, the money, Maskall! +now help, or we are gone.)</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Would she offer to bring money to you? first, to affront your +poverty——</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Ay, to affront my poverty: But that's no great matter; and +then——</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> And then to bring you money, sir. (I stick fast, sir.)</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> (Forward, you dog, and invent, or I'll cut your throat.) And +then, as I was saying, to bring me money——</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Which is the greatest and most sweet of all temptations; and to +think you could resist it: Being also aggravated by her handsomeness, +who brought it.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Resist it? No; I would she would understand it; I know better +what belongs to flesh and blood than so.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> to <i>Jac.</i> This is plain confederacy: I smoke it; he came on +purpose to quarrel with you; break first with him, and prevent it.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> If it be come to that once, the devil take the hindmost! I'll not +be last in love, for that will be a dishonour to my sex.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> And then——</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Hold, sir, there needs no more; you shall fall out, and I'll +gratify you with a new occasion: I only tried you in hope you would be +false; and, rather than fail of my design, brought gold to bribe you +to't.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> As people, when they have an ill bargain, are content to lose by +it, that they may get it off their hands.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Beatrix, while our principals are engaged, I hold it not for our +honour to stand idle.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> With all my heart: Please you let us draw off to some other +ground.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I dare meet you on any spot, but one.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I think we shall do well to put it to an issue: this is the last +time you shall ever be troubled with my addresses.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> The favour had been greater to have spared this too.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Beatrix, let us dispatch; or they'll break off before us.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Break as fast as thou wilt; I am as brittle as thou art, for thy +heart.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Because I will absolutely break off with you, I will keep +nothing that belongs to you; therefore take back your picture, and your +handkerchief.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I have nothing of yours to keep; therefore take back your liberal +promises. Take them in imagination.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Not to be behindhand with you in your frumps, I give you back +your purse of gold: Take you that—in imagination.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> To conclude with you, take back your oaths and protestations; +they are never the worse for the wearing, I assure you: Therefore take +them, spick and span new, for the use of your next mistress.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Beatrix, follow your leader; here's the six-penny whittle you +gave me, with the mutton haft: I can spare it, for knives are of little +use in Spain.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> There's your scissars with the stinking brass chain to them: +'Tis well there was no love betwixt us; for they had been too dull to +cut it.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> There's the dandriff comb you lent me.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> There's your ferret-ribbanding for garters.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I would never have come so near as to have taken them from you.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> For your letter, I have it not about me; but upon reputation +I'll burn it.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> And for yours, I have already put it to a fitting +employment.—Courage, sir; how goes the battle on your wing?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Just drawing off on both sides. Adieu, Spain.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Farewell, old England.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Come away in triumph; the day's your own, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I'll bear you off upon my shoulders, sir; we have broke their +hearts.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Let her go first then; I'll stay, and keep the honour of the +field.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I'll not retreat, if you stay till midnight.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Are you sure then we have done loving?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Yes, very sure; I think so.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> 'Tis well you are so; for otherwise I feel my stomach a little +maukish. I should have doubted another fit of love were coming up.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> No, no; your inconstancy secures you enough for that.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> That's it which makes me fear my own returning: Nothing vexes +me, but that you should part with me so slightly, as though I were not +worth your keeping. Well, 'tis a sign you never loved me.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> 'Tis the least of your care whether I did or did not: It may be +it had been more for the quiet of myself, if I—but 'tis no +matter, I'll not give you that satisfaction.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> But what's the reason you will not give it me?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> For the reason that we are quite broke off.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Why, are we quite, quite broke off?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Why, are we not?</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Well, since 'tis past, 'tis past; but a pox of all foolish +quarrelling, for my part.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> And a mischief of all foolish disguisements, for my part.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> But if it were to do again with another mistress, I would even +plainly confess I had lost my money.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> And if I had to deal with another servant, I would learn more wit +than to tempt him in disguises: for that's to throw a Venice-glass to +the ground, to try if it would not break.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> If it were not to please you, I see no necessity of our parting.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I protest, I do it only out of complaisance to you.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> But if I should play the fool, and ask your pardon, you would +refuse it.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> No, never submit; for I should spoil you again with pardoning +you.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Do you hear this, Beatrix! They are just upon the point of +accommodation; we must make haste, or they'll make a peace by +themselves, and exclude us from the treaty.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Declare yourself the aggressor then, and I'll take you into +mercy.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> The worst that you can say of me is, that I have loved you +thrice over.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> The prime articles between Spain and England are sealed; for the +rest, concerning a more strict alliance, if you please, we'll dispute +them in the garden.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> But, in the first place, let us agree on the article of +navigation, I beseech you.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> These leagues, offensive and defensive, will be too strict for +us, Maskall: A treaty of commerce will serve our turn.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> With all my heart; and when our loves are veering, We'll make no +words, but fall to privateering.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt, the men leading the women.</i></span><br /></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT V. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span>, <span class="smcap">Aurelia</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Camilla.</span></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> 'Tis true, if he had continued constant to you, I should have +thought myself obliged in honour to be his friend; but I could no longer +suffer him to abuse a person of your worth and beauty, with a feigned +affection.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> But is it possible Don Melchor should be false to love? I'll be +sworn I did not imagine such a treachery could have been in nature; +especially to a lady who had so obliged him.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> 'Twas this, madam, which gave me the confidence to wait upon you +at an hour, which would be otherwise unseasonable.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> You are the most obliging person in the world.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> But to clear it to you that he is false, he is, at this very +minute, at an assignation with your cousin in the garden; I am sure he +was endeavouring it not an hour ago.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I swear this evening's air begins to incommode me extremely with +a cold: but yet, in hope of detecting this perjured man, I am content +to stay abroad.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> But withal, you must permit me to tell you, madam, that it is but +just I should have some share in a heart, which I endeavour to redeem: +In the law of arms, you know that they, who pay the ransom, have right +to dispose of the prisoner.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> The prize is so very inconsiderable, that 'tis not worth the +claiming.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> If I thought the boon were small, I would not importune my +princess with the asking it: But since my life depends upon the +grant—</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Ma'am, I must needs tell your la'ship, that Don Lopez has +deserved you, for he has acted all along like a cavalier, and more for +your interest than his own. Besides, ma'am, Don Melchor is as poor as he +is false: For my part, I shall never endure to call him master.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Don Lopez, go along with me. I can promise nothing, but I swear I +will do my best to disengage my heart from this furious tender, which I +have for him.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> If I had been a man, I could never have forsaken you: Ah those +languishing casts, ma'am; and that pouting lip of your la'ship, like a +cherry-bough, weighed down with the weight of fruit!</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> And that sigh too, I think, is not altogether disagreeable; but +something <i>charmante</i> and <i>mignonne</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Well, Don Lopez, you'll be but too happy.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> If I were once possessor—</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Theodosia.</span></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> O we are surprised.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Fear nothing, madam; I think, I know them: Don Lopez?</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Our famous astrologer, how come you here?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I am infinitely happy to have met you with Donna Aurelia, that +you may do me the favour to satisfy this lady of a truth,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span> +which I can scarce persuade her to believe.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> I am glad our concernments are so equal; for I have the like +favour to ask from Donna Theodosia.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Don Lopez is too noble to be refused any thing within my power; +and I am ready to do him any service, after I have asked my cousin, if +ever Don Melchor pretended to her?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> 'Tis the very question which I was furiously resolved to have +asked of you.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> I must confess he has made some professions to me: And withal, I +will acknowledge my own weakness so far as to tell you, I have given way +he should often visit me, when the world believed him absent.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> O cavalier astrologer, how have you betrayed me! did you not +assure me, that Don Melchor's tender and inclination was for me only?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I had it from his star, madam, I do assure you; and if that +twinkled false, I cannot help it. The truth is, there's no trusting the +planet of an inconstant man; he was moving to you when I looked on it, +and if since it has changed the course, I am not to be blamed for it.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Now, madam, the truth is evident. And for this cavalier, he might +easily be deceived in Melchor; for I dare affirm it to you both, he +never knew to which of you he was most inclined: For he visited one, and +writ letters to the other.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> to <i>Theo.</i> Then, madam, I must claim your promise, (since I have +discovered to you that Don Melchor is unworthy of your favours) that you +would make me happy, who, amongst my many imperfections, can never be +guilty of such a falsehood.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> If I have been deceived in Melchor, whom I have known so long, +you cannot reasonably expect, I should trust you at a day's +acquaintance.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> For that, madam, you may know as much of me in a day, as you can +in all your life: All my humours circulate like my blood, at farthest +within twenty-four hours. I am plain and true, like all my countrymen; +you see to the bottom of me as easily, as you do to the gravel of a +clear stream in autumn.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> You plead so well, sir, that I desire you would speak for me too: +My cause is the same with yours, only it has not so good an advocate.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Since I cannot make myself happy, I will have the glory to +felicitate another: and, therefore, I declare, I will reward the +fidelity of Don Lopez.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> All that I can say at present is, that I will never be Don +Melchor's: The rest, time and your service must make out.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I have all I can expect, to be admitted as eldest servant; as +preferment falls, I hope you will remember my seniority.</p> + +<p><i>Cam.</i> Ma'am, Don Melchor.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Cavaliers, retire a little; we shall see to which of us he will +make his court.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>The men withdraw.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Don Melchor.</span></p> + +<p>Don Melchor, I thought you had been a-bed before +this time.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Fair Aurelia, this is a blessing beyond expectation, +to see you again so soon.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> What important business brought you hither?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Only to make my peace with you before I slept. You know you are +the saint to whom I pay my devotions.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> And yet it was beyond your expectances to meet me? This is +furiously incongruous.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> [<i>advancing.</i>] Don Melchor, whither were you bound so late?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> What shall I say? I am so confounded, that I know not to which of +them I should excuse myself.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Pray answer me truly to one question: Did you ever make any +addresses to my cousin?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Fie, fie, madam, there's a question indeed.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> How, monster of ingratitude! can you deny the declaration of your +passion to me?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> I say nothing, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> Which of us is it, for whom you are concerned?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> For that, madam, you must excuse me; I have more discretion than +to boast a lady's favour.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Did you counterfeit an address to me?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Still I say nothing, madam; but I will satisfy either of you in +private; for these matters are too tender for public discourse.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lopez</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span> <i>hastily, with their swords drawn.</i></p> + +<p>Bellamy and Lopez! This is strange!</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Ladies, we would not have disturbed you, but as we were walking +to the garden door, it opened suddenly against us, and we confusedly +saw, by moonlight, some persons entering, but who they were we know not.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You had best retire into the garden-house, and leave us to take +our fortunes, without prejudice to your reputations.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Wildblood, Maskall, Jacintha</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Beatrix</span>.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> [<i>To Jacintha entering.</i>] Do not fear, madam, I think I heard my +friend's voice.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Marry hang you, is it you that have given us this hot alarm?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> There's more in it than you imagine; the whole house is up: For +seeing you two, and not knowing you, after I had entered the +garden-door, I made too much haste to get out again, and have left the +key broken in it. With the noise, one of the servants came running in, +whom I forced back; and, doubtless, he is gone for company, for you may +see lights running through every chamber.</p> + +<p><i>Theo. Jac.</i> What will become of us?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> We must have recourse to our former resolution. Let the ladies +retire into the garden-house. And, now I think on it, you gentlemen +shall go in with them, and leave me and Maskall to bear the brunt of it.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Me, sir! I beseech you let me go in with the ladies too; dear +Beatrix, speak a good word for me! I protest 'tis more out of love to +thy company than for any fear I have.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You dog, I have need of your wit and counsel. We have no time to +deliberate. Will you stay, sir?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> No, sir, 'tis not for my safety.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Will you in, sir?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> No, sir, 'tis not for my honour, to be assisting to you: I'll to +Don Alonzo, and help to revenge the injury you are doing him.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Then we are lost, I can do nothing.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Nay, an you talk of honour, by your leave, sir. I hate your +Spanish honour, ever since it spoiled our English plays, with faces +about and t'other side.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Falls upon him and throws him down.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> What do you mean, you will not murder me? Must valour be +oppressed by multitudes?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Come yarely, my mates, every man to his share of the burden. +Come, yarely, hay.</p> + +<p class="center">[<i>The four men take him each by a limb, and carry him out, he crying +murder.</i></p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> If this Englishman save us now, I shall admire his wit.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> Good wits never think themselves admired till they are well +rewarded: You must pay him in specie, madam; give him love for his wit.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter the Men again.</i><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Ladies, fear nothing, but enter into the garden-house with these +cavaliers.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> O that I were a cavalier too!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Is going with them.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Come you back, sirrah. [<i>Stops him.</i>] Think yourselves as safe as +in a sanctuary; only keep quiet, whatever happens.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Come away then, they are upon us.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt all but</i> <span class="smcap">Bel.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mask</span>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Hark, I hear the foe coming: Methinks they threaten too, sir; +pray let me go in for a guard to the ladies and poor Beatrix. I can +fight much better, when there is a wall betwixt me and danger.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Peace, I have occasion for your wit to help me to lie.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Sir, upon the faith of a sinner, you have had my last lie +already; I have not one more to do me credit, as I hope to be saved, +sir.</p> + +<p>Bel. <i>Victoire, victoire!</i> knock under, you rogue, and confess me +conqueror, and you shall see I'll bring all off.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Don Alonzo</span>, <i>and six Servants; with lights, +and swords drawn</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Search about there.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Fear nothing, do but vouch what I shall say.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> For a passive lie I can yet do something.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Stand: who goes there?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Friends.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Friends! Who are you?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Noble Don Alonzo, such as are watching for your good.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Is it you, Sennor Inglis? Why all this noise and tumult? Where +are my daughters and my niece? But, in the first place, though last +named, how came you hither, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I came hither—by astrology, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> My master's in; heavens send him good shipping with his lie, and +all kind devils stand his friends!</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> How! by astrology, sir? Meaning, you came hither by art magic.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I say by pure astrology, sir; I foresaw by my art, a little after +I had left you, that your niece and daughters would this night run a +risque of being carried away from this very garden.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> O the wonders of this speculation!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Thereupon I called immediately for my sword, and came in all +haste to advertise you; but I see there's no resisting destiny; for just +as I was entering the garden door, I met the women with their gallants +all under sail, and outward bound.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Thereupon what does me he, but draws, by my advice—</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> How now, Mr Rascal? Are you itching to be in?<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Pray, sir, let me go snip with you in this lie, and be not too +covetous of honour. You know I never stood with you; now my courage is +come to me, I cannot resist the temptation.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Content; tell on.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> So, in short, sir, we drew, first I, and then my master; but, +being overpowered, they have escaped us, so that I think you may go to +bed, and trouble yourself no further, for gone they are.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You tell a lie! you have curtailed my invention: You are not fit +to invent a lie for a bawd, when she would wheedle a young squire.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Call up the officers of justice, I'll have the town searched +immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> 'Tis in vain, sir; I know, by my art, you'll never recover them: +Besides, 'tis an affront to my friends, the stars, who have otherwise +disposed of them.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a Servant.</i><br /> </p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> Sir, the key is broken in the garden-door, and the door locked, +so that of necessity they must be in the garden yet.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Disperse yourselves, some into the wilderness, some into the +alleys, and some into the parterre: You, Diego, go try to get out the +key, and run to the corrigidor for his assistance: In the mean time, +I'll search the garden-house myself.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt all the servants but one.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I'll be unbetted again, if you please, sir, and leave you all +the honour of it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Bellamy</span> <i>aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Come, cavalier, let us in together.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> [<i>holding him.</i>] Hold, sir, for the love of heaven! you are not +mad?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> We must leave no place unsearched. A light there.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Hold, I say! do you know what you are undertaking? And have you +armed yourself with resolution for such an adventure?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> What adventure?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> A word in private—The place you would go into is full of +enchantments; there are at this time, for aught I know, a legion of +spirits in it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You confound me with wonder, sir!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> I have been making there my magical operations, to know the event +of your daughters' flight; and, to perform it rightly, have been forced +to call up spirits of several orders: And there they are humming like a +swarm of bees, some stalking about upon the ground, some flying, and +some sticking upon the walls like rear-mice.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> The devil's in him, he's got off again.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Now, sir, I shall try the truth of your friendship to me. To +confess the secret of my soul to you, I have all my life been curious to +see a devil; and to that purpose have conned Agrippa through and +through, and made experiment of all his rules, <i>Pari die et incremento +Lunę</i>, and yet could never compass the sight of one of these +<i>dęmoniums</i>: If you will ever oblige me, let it be on this occasion.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> There's another storm arising.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You shall pardon me, sir; I'll not expose you to that peril for +the world, without due preparations of ceremony.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> For that, sir, I always carry a talisman about me, that will +secure me: And therefore I will venture in, a God's name, and defy them +all at once.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Going in.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> How the pox will he get off from this?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Well, sir, since you are so resolved, send off your servant, that +there may be no noise made on't, and we'll take our venture.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Pedro, leave your light, and help the fellows to search the +garden.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit Servant.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> What does my incomprehensible master mean?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Now, I must tell you, sir, you will see that, which will very +much astonish you, if my art fail me not. [<i>Goes to the door.</i>] You +spirits and intelligences, that are within there, stand close, and +silent, at your peril, and fear nothing, but appear in your own shapes, +boldly.—Maskall, open the door.</p> + +<blockquote><p>[<span class="smcap">Maskall</span> <i>goes to one side of the scene, which draws, and discovers</i> +<span class="smcap">Theo. Jac. Aur. Beat. Cam. Lop. Wild.,</span> <i>standing all without motion in a +rank</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p>Now, sir, what think you?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> They are here, they are here: We need search no farther. Ah you +ungracious baggages!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Going toward them.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Stay, or you'll be torn in pieces: These are the very shapes I +conjured up, and truly represent to you in what company your niece and +daughters are, this very moment.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Why, are they not they? I durst have sworn that some of them had +been my own flesh and blood.—Look; one of them is just like that +rogue, your comrade.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Wild.</span> <i>shakes his head, and frowns at him</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Do you see how you have provoked that English devil? Take heed of +him; if he gets you once into his clutches—<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Wild.</span> <i>embracing</i> <span class="smcap">Jac.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> He seems to have got possession of the spirit of my Jacintha, by +his hugging her.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Nay, I imagined as much: Do but look upon his +physiognomy—you have read Baptista Porta? Has he not the leer of a +very lewd, debauched spirit?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> He has indeed: Then there's my niece Aurelia, with the spirit of +Don Lopez; but that's well enough; and my daughter Theodosia all alone: +Pray how comes that about?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> She's provided for with a familiar too: One that is in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span> +this very room with you, and by your elbow; but I'll shew you him some +other time.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> And that baggage Beatrix, how I would swinge her, if I had her +here: I'll lay my life she was in the plot for the flight of her +mistresses.<br /> +<span class="rightalign"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">[<span class="smcap">Beat.</span> <i>claps her hands at him.</i></span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Sir, you do ill to provoke her; for being the spirit of a woman, +she is naturally mischievous: You see she can scarce hold her hands from +you already.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Let me alone to revenge your quarrel upon Beatrix: If e'er she +come to light, I'll take a course with her, I warrant you, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Now come away, sir, you have seen enough; the spirits are in pain +whilst we are here: We keep them too long condensed in bodies; if we +were gone, they would rarify into air immediately.—Maskall, shut +the door.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Mask.</span> <i>goes to the scene, and it closes</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p>Alon. <i>Monstrum hominis!</i> O prodigy of science!</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter two Servants with Don</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor</span>.<br /></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Now help me with a lie, Maskall, or we are lost.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Sir, I could never lie with man or woman in a fright.</p> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> Sir, we found this gentleman bound and gagged, and he desired us +to bring him to you with all haste imaginable.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> O, sir, sir! your two daughters and your niece——</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> They are gone; he knows it:—But are you mad, sir, to set +this pernicious wretch at liberty?</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> I endeavoured all that I was able——</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> Now, sir, I have it for you. [<i>Aside to his master.</i>]—He +was endeavouring, indeed, to have got away with them; for your daughter +Theodosia was his prize. But we prevented him, and left him in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span> +condition in which you see him.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I thought somewhat was the matter, that Theodosia had not a +spirit by her, as her sister had.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> This was he I meant to shew you.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Do you believe him, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> No, no, believe him, sir: You know his truth, ever since he stole +your daughter's diamond.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> I swear to you, by my honour—</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Nay, a thief I knew him; and yet, after that, he had the +impudence to ask me for my daughter.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Was he so impudent? The case is plain, sir; put him quickly into +custody.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Hear me but one word, sir, and I'll discover all to you.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Hear him not, sir; for my art assures me, if he speaks one +syllable more, he will cause great mischief.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Will he so? I'll stop my ears; away with him.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Your daughters are yet in the garden, hidden by this fellow and +his accomplices.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> [<i>At the same time, drowning him.</i>] I'll stop my ears, I'll stop +my ears.</p> + +<p><i>Bel. Mask.</i> [<i>At the same time also.</i>] A thief, a thief! away with +him.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Servants carry</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor</span> <i>off struggling</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> He thought to have borne us down with his confidence.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter another Servant.</i></p> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> Sir, with much ado we have got out the key, and opened the door.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Then, as I told you, run quickly to the corrigidor, and desire +him to come hither in person to examine a malefactor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> +[<span class="smcap">Wildblood</span> <i>sneezes within</i>.] Hark! what noise is that within? I think +one sneezes.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> One of the devils, I warrant you, has got a +cold, with being so long out of the fire.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Bless his devilship, as I may say.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Wildblood</span> <i>sneezes again.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> [<i>To Don</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>.] This is a man's voice; +do not suffer yourself to be deceived so grossly, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> A man's voice! that's a good one indeed, that you should live to +these years, and yet be so silly as not to know a man from a devil.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> There's more in't than I imagined: Hold up your torch, and go in +first, Pedro, and I'll follow you.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> No, let me have the honour to be your usher.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Takes the torch and goes in.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> [<i>Within.</i>] Help, help, help!</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> What's the matter?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Stir not upon your life, sir.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maskall</span> <i>again, without the torch</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I was no sooner entered, but a huge giant seized my torch, and +felled me along, with the very whiff of his breath, as he passed by me.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Bless us!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> [<i>At the door to them within.</i>] Pass out now, while you have +time, in the dark: The officers of justice will be here immediately; the +garden-door is open for you.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> What are you muttering there, sir?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Only dismissing these spirits of darkness, that they may trouble +you no further.—Go out, I say.</p> + +<p class="center">[<i>They all come out upon the stage, groping their way.</i> <span class="smcap">Wildblood</span> <i>falls +into</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo's</span> <i>hands.</i></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I have caught somebody: Are these your spirits? Another light +quickly, Pedro.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> [<i>Slipping between</i> <span class="smcap">Alon.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Wild</span>.] 'Tis Maskall you have +caught, sir; do you mean to strangle me, that you press me so hard +between your arms?</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> [<i>Letting</i> <span class="smcap">Wild.</span> <i>go</i>.] Is it thee, Maskall? I durst have sworn +it had been another.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Make haste now, before the candle comes.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Aurelia</span> <i>falls into</i> <span class="smcap">Alonzo's</span> <i>arms</i>.</span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Now I have another.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> 'Tis Maskall you have caught, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> No, I thank you, niece, this artifice is too gross: I know your +voice a little better. What ho, bring lights there!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Her impertinence has ruined all.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Servants with lights, and swords drawn.</i><br /> </p> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> Sir, the corrigidor is coming, according to your desire: In the +mean time, we have secured the garden doors.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I'm glad on't: I'll make some of them severe examples.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Nay, then, as we have lived merrily, so let us die together: But +we'll shew the Don some sport first.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> What will become of us!</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> We'll die for company: Nothing vexes me, but that I am not a man, +to have one thrust at that malicious old father of mine before I go.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Let us break our way through the corrigidor's band.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> A match, i'faith. We'll venture our bodies with you: You shall +put the baggage in the middle.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> He that pierces thee, I say no more, but I shall be somewhat +angry with him.—[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Alon</span>.] In the mean time, I arrest you, sir, +in the behalf of this good company. As the corrigidor uses us, so we'll +use you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> You do not mean to murder me!</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> You murder yourself, if you force us to it.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Give me a razor there, that I may scrape his weeson, that the +bristles may not hinder me, when I come to cut it.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> What need you bring matters to that extremity? You have your +ransom in your hand: Here are three men, and there are three women; you +understand me.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> If not, here's a sword, and there's a throat; you understand me.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> This is very hard!</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> The propositions are good, and marriage is as honourable as it +used to be.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> You had best let your daughters live branded with the name of +strumpets; for whatever befals the men, that will be sure to be their +share.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I can put them into a nunnery.</p> + +<p><i>All the Women.</i> A nunnery!</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> I would have thee to know, thou graceless old man, that I defy a +nunnery: Name a nunnery once more, and I disown thee for my father.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> You know the custom of the country, in this case, sir: 'Tis +either death or marriage. The business will certainly be public; and if +they die, they have sworn you shall bear them company.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Since it must be so, run, Pedro, and stop the corrigidor: Tell +him it was only a carnival merriment, which I mistook for a rape and +robbery.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Why now you are a dutiful father again, and I receive you into +grace.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Among the rest of your mistakes, sir, I must desire you to let my +astrology pass for one: My mathematics, and art magic, were only a +carnival device; and now that's ending, I have more mind to deal with +the flesh, than with the devil.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> No astrologer! 'tis impossible!</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I have known him, sir, these seven years, and dare take my oath, +he has been always an utter stranger to the stars; and indeed to any +thing that belongs to heaven.</p> + +<p><i>Lop.</i> Then I have been cozened among the rest.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> And I; but I forgive him.</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> I hope you will forgive me, madam, who have been the cause on't; +but what he wants in astrology, he shall make up to you some other way, +I'll pass my word for him.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I hope you are both gentlemen?</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> As good as the cid himself, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> And for your religion, right Romans——</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> As ever was Mark Anthony.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> For your fortunes and courages——</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> They are both desperate, sir; especially their fortunes.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> [<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Bel</span>.] You should not have had my consent so soon, but only +to revenge myself upon the falseness of Don Melchor.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I must avow, that gratitude for Don Lopez is as prevalent with +me, as revenge against Don Melchor.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Lent, you know, begins to-morrow; when that's over, marriage +will be proper.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> If I stay till after Lent, I shall be to marry when I have no +love left: I'll not bate you an ace of to-night, father; I mean to bury +this man ere Lent be done, and get me another before Easter.</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> Well, make a night on't then.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Giving his daughters.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Jacintha Wildblood, welcome to me: Since our stars have doomed +it so, we cannot help it; but 'twas a mere trick of fate, to catch us +thus at unawares; to draw us in, with a what do you lack, as we passed +by: Had we once separated to-night, we should have had more wit, than +ever to have met again to-morrow.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> 'Tis true, we shot each other flying: We were both upon the wing, +I find; and, had we passed this critical minute, I should have gone for +the Indies, and you for Greenland, ere we had met in a bed, upon +consideration.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> You have quarrelled twice to-night without bloodshed; beware the +third time.</p> + +<p>Jac. <i>Apropos!</i> I have been retrieving an old song of a lover, that +was ever quarrelling with his mistress: I think it will fit our amour so +well, that, if you please, I'll give it you for an epithalamium; and you +shall sing it.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Gives him a paper.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I never sung in all my life; nor ever durst try, when I was +alone, for fear of braying.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Just me, up and down; but for a frolic, let's sing together; for +I am sure, if we cannot sing now, we shall never have cause when we are +married.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Begin then; give me my key, and I'll set my voice to't.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Fa la, fa la, fa la.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Fala, fala, fala. Is this your best, upon the faith of a virgin?</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Ay, by the muses, I am at my pitch.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Then do your worst; and let the company be judge who sings +worst.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Upon condition the best singer shall wear the breeches. Prepare +to strip, sir; I shall put you into your drawers presently.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> I shall be revenged, with putting you into your smock anon; St +George for me.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> St James for me: Come, start, sir.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span></p> + + +<p><br /><span class="smcap"><span style="margin-left: 8em;">SONG.</span></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Damon.<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Celimena, of my heart</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>None shall e'er bereave you:</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>If, with your good leave, I may</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Quarrel with you once a day,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>I will never leave you.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Celimena.<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Passion's but an empty name,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Where respect is wanting:</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Damon, you mistake your aim;</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Hang your heart, and burn your flame,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>If you must be ranting.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Damon.<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Love as dull and muddy is,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>As decaying liquor:</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Anger sets it on the lees,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>And refines it by degrees,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Till it works the quicker.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Celimena.<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Love by quarrels to beget</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Wisely you endeavour;</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>With a grave physician's wit,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Who, to cure an ague fit,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>Put me in a fever.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Damon.<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Anger rouses love to fight,</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>And his only bait is,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>'Tis the spur to dull delight,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>And is but an eager bite,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>When desire at height is.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Celimena.<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>If such drops of heat can fall</i></span></span> + <span class="i5"><i>In our wooing weather;</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>If such drops of heat can fall,</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>We shall have the devil and all</i></span> + <span class="i5"><i>When we come together.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Your judgment, gentlemen; a man, or a +maid? <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> An you make no better harmony after you are married, than you +have before, you are the miserablest couple in Christendom.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> 'Tis no great matter; if I had had a good voice, she would have +spoiled it before to-morrow.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> When Maskall has married Beatrix, you may learn of her.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> You shall put her life into a lease, then.</p> + +<p><i>Wild.</i> Upon condition, that when I drop into your house from hunting, I +may set my slippers at your door, as a Turk does at a Jew's, that you +may not enter.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> And while you refresh yourself within, he shall wind the horn +without.</p> + +<p><i>Mask.</i> I'll throw up my lease first.</p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Why, thou wouldst not be so impudent, to marry Beatrix for +thyself only?</p> + +<p><i>Beat.</i> For all his ranting and tearing now, I'll pass my word, he shall +degenerate into as tame and peaceable a husband, as a civil woman would +wish to have.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Don</i> <span class="smcap">Melchor</span>, <i>with a Servant.</i></p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Sir——</p> + +<p><i>Alon.</i> I know what you would say, but your discovery comes too late +now.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Why, the ladies are found.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> But their inclinations are lost, I can assure you.</p> + +<p><i>Jac.</i> Look you, sir, there goes the game: Your plate-fleet is divided; +half for Spain, and half for England.</p> + +<p><i>Theo.</i> You are justly punished for loving two.</p> + +<p><i>Mel.</i> Yet I have the comfort of a cast lover: I will think well of +myself, and despise my mistresses.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span><br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">DANCE.</span></p> + +<p><i>Bel.</i> Enough, enough; let's end the carnival abed.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Wild.</i> And for these gentlemen, whene'er they try,</span> + <span class="i2">May they all speed as soon, and well as I.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2><a name="EPILOGUE2" id="EPILOGUE2"></a>EPILOGUE.</h2> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">My part being small, I have had time to-day,</span> + <span class="i2">To mark your various censures of our play.</span> + <span class="i2">First, looking for a judgment or a wit,</span> + <span class="i2">Like Jews, I saw them scattered through the pit;</span> + <span class="i2">And where a knot of smilers lent an ear</span> + <span class="i2">To one that talked, I knew the foe was there.</span> + <span class="i2">The club of jests went round; he, who had none,</span> + <span class="i2">Borrowed o'the next, and told it for his own.</span> + <span class="i2">Among the rest, they kept a fearful stir,</span> + <span class="i2">In whispering that he stole the Astrologer;</span> + <span class="i2">And said, betwixt a French and English plot,</span> + <span class="i2">He eased his half-tired muse, on pace and trot.</span> + <span class="i2">Up starts a Monsieur, new come o'er, and warm</span> + <span class="i2">In the French stoop, and the pull-back o'the arm;</span> + <span class="i2"><i>Morbleu, dit il</i>, and cocks, I am a rogue,</span> + <span class="i2">But he has quite spoiled the feigned <i>Astrologue</i>.</span> + <span class="i2">'Pox, says another, here's so great a stir</span> + <span class="i2">With a son of a whore farce that's regular,</span> + <span class="i2">A rule, where nothing must decorum shock!</span> + <span class="i2">Damme, 'tis as dull, as dining by the clock.</span> + <span class="i2">An evening! Why the devil should we be vext,</span> + <span class="i2">Whether he gets the wench this night or next?</span> + <span class="i2">When I heard this, I to the poet went,<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i2">Told him the house was full of discontent,<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i2">And asked him what excuse he could invent.<span style="margin-left: 2em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i2">He neither swore or stormed, as poets do,</span> + <span class="i2">But, most unlike an author, vowed 'twas true;</span> + <span class="i2">Yet said, he used the French like enemies,</span> + <span class="i2">And did not steal their plots, but made them prize.</span> + <span class="i2">But should he all the pains and charges count</span> + <span class="i2">Of taking them, the bill so high would mount,</span> + <span class="i2">That, like prize-goods, which through the office come,</span> + <span class="i2">He could have had them much more cheap at home.</span> + <span class="i2">He still must write; and, banquier-like, each day</span> + <span class="i2">Accept new bills, and he must break, or pay.</span> + <span class="i2">When through his hands such sums must yearly run,</span> + <span class="i2">You cannot think the stock is all his own.</span> + <span class="i2">His haste his other errors might excuse,</span> + <span class="i2">But there's no mercy for a guilty muse;</span> + <span class="i2">For, like a mistress, she must stand or fall,</span> + <span class="i2">And please you to a height, or not at all.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h2><a name="TYRANNIC_LOVE" id="TYRANNIC_LOVE"></a>TYRANNIC LOVE;</h2> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>OR, THE</b></span></p> + +<h3>ROYAL MARTYR.</h3> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>A</b></span></p> + +<h4>TRAGEDY.</h4> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342"></a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h3>TYRANNIC LOVE.</h3> + +<p>The "Royal Martyr" is one of Dryden's most characteristic productions. +The character of Maximin, in particular, is drawn on his boldest plan, +and only equalled by that of Almanzor, in the "Conquest of Granada." +Indeed, although, in action, the latter exhibits a larger proportion of +that extravagant achievement peculiar to the heroic drama, it may be +questioned, whether the language of Maximin does not abound more with +the flights of fancy, which hover betwixt the confines of the grand and +the bombast, and which our author himself has aptly termed the Dalilahs +of the theatre. Certainly, in some of those rants which occasionally +burst from the emperor, our poet appears shorn of his locks; as for +example,</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">Look to it, Gods; for you the aggressors are:</span> + <span class="i2">Keep you your rain and sunshine in your skies,</span> + <span class="i2">And I'll keep back my flame and sacrifice;</span> + <span class="i2">Your trade of heaven will soon be at a stand,</span> + <span class="i2">And all your goods lie dead upon your hand.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Indeed, Dryden himself acknowledged, in the Dedication to the "Spanish +Friar," that some verses of Maximin and Almanzor cry vengeance upon him +for their extravagance, and heartily wishes them in the same fire with +Statius and Chapman. But he pleads in apology, that he knew they were +bad enough to please, even when he wrote them, although he is now +resolved no longer to seek credit from the approbation of fools. Johnson +has doubted, with apparent reason, whether this confession be +sufficiently ample; and whether the poet did not really give his love to +those enticing seducers of his imagination, although he contemned them +in his more sober judgment. In the Prologue, he has boldly stated and +justified his determination to rush forwards, and hazard the disgrace of +a fall, rather than the loss of the race. Certainly a genius, which +dared so greatly as that of Dryden, cannot always be expected to check +its flight upon the verge of propriety; and we are often hurried along +with it into the extravagant and bombast, when we can seldom discover +the error till a second reading of the passage. Take, for example, the +often quoted account of the death of Charinus;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">With a fierce haste he led our troops the way;</span> + <span class="i2">While fiery showers of sulphur on him rained;</span> + <span class="i2">Nor left he, till the battlements he gained:</span> + <span class="i2">There with a forest of their darts he strove,</span> + <span class="i2">And stood, like Capaneus defying Jove.</span> + <span class="i2">With his broad sword the boldest beating down,</span> + <span class="i2">While fate grew pale, lest he should win the town,</span> + <span class="i2">And turned the iron leaves of its dark book,</span> + <span class="i2">To make new dooms, or mend what it mistook:</span> + <span class="i2">Till sought by many deaths, he sunk, though late,</span> + <span class="i2">And by his fall asserted doubtful fate.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Although this passage, upon examination, will be found to contain much +tumid bombast, yet, like others in the same tone, it conveys, at first, +a dark impression of grandeur and sublimity, which only vanishes on a +critical examination. Such passages, pronounced with due emphasis on the +stage, will always meet with popular applause. They are like the +fanciful shapes into which a mist is often wreathed; it requires a near +approach, and an attentive consideration, to discover their emptiness +and vanity. On the other hand, we meet with many passages in Maximin, +where the impression of sublimity becomes more deep, in proportion to +the attention we bestow on them. Such is the speech of St Catharine to +her mother:</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">Could we live always, life were worth our cost;</span> + <span class="i2">But now we keep with care what must be lost.</span> + <span class="i2">Here we stand shivering on the bank, and cry,</span> + <span class="i2">When we should plunge into eternity.</span> + <span class="i2">One moment ends our pain;</span> + <span class="i2">And yet the shock of death we dare not stand,</span> + <span class="i2">By thought scarce measured, and too swift for sand:</span> + <span class="i2">'Tis but because the living death ne'er knew,</span> + <span class="i2">They fear to prove it, as a thing that's new.</span> + <span class="i2">Let me the experiment before you try,</span> + <span class="i2">I'll show you first how easy 'tis to die.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>In the same scene occurs an instance of a different kind of beauty, less +commonly found in Dryden. The tender description given by Felicia of her +attachment to her child, in infancy, is exquisitely beautiful.</p> + +<p>The introduction of magic, and of the astral spirits, who have little to +do with the catastrophe, was perhaps contrived for the sake of music and +scenery. The supernatural has, however, been fashionable at all periods; +and we learn, from a passage in the dedication to "Prince Arthur,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span> +that the Duchess of Monmouth, whom Dryden calls his first and best +patroness, was pleased with the parts of airy and earthy spirits, and +with that fairy kind of writing, which depends upon the force of +imagination. It is probable, therefore, that, in a play inscribed to her +husband, that style of composition was judiciously intermingled, to +which our poet knew the duchess was partial. There is much fine +description in the first account of the wizard; but the lyrical dialogue +of the spirits is rather puerile, and is ridiculed, with great severity, +in the "Rehearsal."</p> + +<p>Mr Malone has fixed the first acting of this play to the end of 1668, or +beginning of 1669. It was printed in 1670, and a revised edition came +forth in 1672.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>TO THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS PRINCE,</b></span></p> + +<h2><a name="JAMES" id="JAMES"></a>JAMES,</h2> + +<p class="center"><a name="BUCCLEUGH" id="BUCCLEUGH"></a><b>DUKE OF MONMOUTH AND BUCCLEUGH,</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b><span class="smcap">ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S MOST HONOURABLE PRIVY-COUNCIL;<br /> +AND KNIGHT OF THE MOST NOBLE ORDER OF THE GARTER, &c.<a name="FNanchor_A_11" id="FNanchor_A_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_11" class="fnanchor">[K]</a></span></b></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<p><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sir,</span></p> + +<p>The favourable reception which your excellent +lady afforded to one of my former plays<a name="FNanchor_B_12" id="FNanchor_B_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_12" class="fnanchor">[L]</a>, has encouraged +me to double my presumption, in addressing this to your grace's +patronage. So dangerous a thing it is to admit a poet into your family, +that you can never afterwards be free from the chiming of ill verses, +perpetually sounding in your ears, and more troublesome than the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span> +neighbourhood of steeples. I have been favourable to myself in this +expression; a zealous fanatick would have gone farther, and have called +me the serpent, who first presented the fruit of my poetry to the wife, +and so gained the opportunity to seduce the husband. Yet, I am ready to +avow a crime so advantageous to me; but the world, which will condemn my +boldness, I am sure will justify and applaud my choice. All men will +join with me in the adoration which I pay you; they would wish only I +had brought you a more noble sacrifice. Instead of an heroick play, you +might justly expect an heroick poem, filled with the past glories of +your ancestors, and the future certainties of your own. Heaven has +already taken care to form you for an hero. You have all the advantages +of mind and body, and an illustrious birth, conspiring to render you an +extraordinary person. The Achilles and the Rinaldo are present in you, +even above their originals; you only want a Homer, or a Tasso, to make +you equal to them. Youth, beauty, and courage (all which you possess in +the height of their perfection) are the most desirable gifts of heaven: +and heaven is never prodigal of such treasures, but to some uncommon +purpose. So goodly a fabric was never framed by an Almighty architect +for a vulgar guest. He shewed the value which he set upon your mind, +when he took care to have it so nobly, and so beautifully lodged. To a +graceful fashion and deportment of body, you have joined a winning +conversation, and an easy greatness, derived to you from the best, and +best-beloved of princes. And with a great power of obliging, the world +has observed in you a desire to oblige, even beyond your power. This, +and all that I can say on so excellent and large a subject, is only +history, in which fiction has no part; I can employ nothing of poetry<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span> +in it, any more than I do in that humble protestation which I make, to +continue ever</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your Grace's most obedient</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And most devoted servant,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><span class="smcap">John Dryden.</span></span></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2><a name="THE_PREFACE2" id="THE_PREFACE2"></a>PREFACE.</h2> + +<p>I was moved to write this play by many reasons: Amongst others, the +commands of some persons of honour, for whom I have a most particular +respect, were daily sounding in my ears, that it would be of good +example to undertake a poem of this nature. Neither were my own +inclinations wanting to second their desires. I considered that pleasure +was not the only end of poesy; and that even the instructions of +morality were not so wholly the business of a poet, as that the precepts +and examples of piety were to be omitted. For, to leave that employment +altogether to the clergy, were to forget that religion was first taught +in verse, which the laziness, or dulness, of succeeding priesthood, +turned afterwards into prose; and it were also to grant (which I never +shall) that representations of this kind may not as well be conducing to +holiness, as to good manners. Yet far be it from me to compare the use +of dramatick poesy with that of divinity: I only maintain, against the +enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, and +equally removed from the extremes of superstition and profaneness, may +be of excellent use to second the precepts of our religion. By the +harmony of words we elevate the mind to a sense of devotion, as our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span> +solemn musick, which is inarticulate poesy, does in churches; and by the +lively images of piety, adorned by action, through the senses allure the +soul; which while it is charmed in a silent joy of what it sees and +hears, is struck, at the same time, with a secret veneration of things +celestial: and is wound up insensibly into the practice of that which it +admires. Now if, instead of this, we sometimes see on our theatres the +examples of vice rewarded, or, at least, unpunished; yet it ought not to +be an argument against the art, any more than the extravagances and +impieties of the pulpit, in the late times of rebellion, can be against +the office and dignity of the clergy.</p> + +<p>But many times it happens, that poets are wrongfully accused; as it is +my own case in this very play; where I am charged by some ignorant or +malicious persons, with no less crimes than profaneness and irreligion.</p> + +<p>The part of <i>Maximin</i>, against which these holy critics so much declaim, +was designed by me to set off the character of <i>St Catharine</i>. And +those, who have read the Roman history, may easily remember, that +Maximin was not only a bloody tyrant, <i>vastus corpore, animo ferus</i>, as +Herodian describes him; but also a persecutor of the church, against +which he raised the Sixth Persecution. So that whatsoever he speaks or +acts in this tragedy, is no more than a record of his life and manners; +a picture, as near as I could take it, from the original. If, with much +pains, and some success, I have drawn a deformed piece, there is as much +of art, and as near an imitation of nature, in a lazar, as in a Venus. +Maximin was an heathen, and what he speaks against religion, is in +contempt of that which he professed. He defies the gods of Rome, which +is no more than St Catharine might with decency have done. If it be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span> +urged, that a person of such principles, who scoffs at any religion, +ought not to be presented on the stage; why then are the lives and +sayings of so many wicked and profane persons, recorded in the Holy +Scriptures? I know it will be answered, That a due use may be made of +them; that they are remembered with a brand of infamy fixed upon them; +and set as sea-marks for those who behold them to avoid. And what other +use have I made of Maximin? have I proposed him as a pattern to be +imitated, whom, even for his impiety to his false gods, I have so +severely punished? Nay, as if I had foreseen this objection, I purposely +removed the scene of the play, which ought to have been at Alexandria in +Egypt, where St Catharine suffered, and laid it under the walls of +Aquileia in Italy, where Maximin was slain; that the punishment of his +crime might immediately succeed its execution.</p> + +<p>This, reader, is what I owed to my just defence, and the due reverence +of that religion which I profess, to which all men, who desire to be +esteemed good, or honest, are obliged. I have neither leisure nor +occasion to write more largely on this subject, because I am already +justified by the sentence of the best and most discerning prince in the +world, by the suffrage of all unbiassed judges, and, above all, by the +witness of my own conscience, which abhors the thought of such a crime; +to which I ask leave to add my outward conversation, which shall never +be justly taxed with the note of atheism or profaneness.</p> + +<p>In what else concerns the play, I shall be brief: For the faults of the +writing and contrivance, I leave them to the mercy of the reader. For I +am as little apt to defend my own errors, as to find those of other +poets. Only, I observe, that the great censors of wit and poetry, +either produce nothing of their own, or what is more ridiculous than any +thing they reprehend. Much of ill nature, and a very little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span> +judgment, go far in finding the mistakes of writers.</p> + +<p>I pretend not that any thing of mine can be correct: This poem, +especially, which was contrived, and written in seven weeks, though +afterwards hindered by many accidents from a speedy representation, +which would have been its just excuse.</p> + +<p>Yet the scenes are every where unbroken, and the unities of place and +time more exactly kept, than perhaps is requisite in a tragedy; or, at +least, than I have since preserved them in the "Conquest of Granada."</p> + +<p>I have not everywhere observed the equality of numbers, in my verse; +partly by reason of my haste; but more especially, because I would not +have my sense a slave to syllables.</p> + +<p>It is easy to discover, that I have been very bold in my alteration of +the story, which of itself was too barren for a play; and that I have +taken from the church two martyrs, in the persons of Porphyrius, and the +empress, who suffered for the Christian faith, under the tyranny of +Maximin.</p> + +<p>I have seen a French play, called the "Martyrdom of St Catharine:" But +those, who have read it, will soon clear me from stealing out of so dull +an author. I have only borrowed a mistake from him, of one Maximin for +another; for finding him in the French poet, called the son of a +Thracian herdsman, and an Alane woman, I too easily believed him to have +been the same Maximin mentioned in Herodian. Till afterwards, consulting +Eusebius and Metaphrastes, I found the Frenchman had betrayed me into an +error, when it was too late to alter it, by mistaking that first Maximin +for a second, the contemporary of Constantine the Great, and one of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span> +the usurpers of the eastern empire.</p> + +<p>But neither was the other name of my play more fortunate; for, as some, +who had heard of a tragedy of St Catharine, imagined I had taken my plot +from thence; so others, who had heard of another play, called "L'Amour +Tyrannique," with the same ignorance, accused me to have borrowed my +design from it, because I have accidentally given my play the same +title; not having to this day seen it, and knowing only by report that +such a comedy is extant in French, under the name of "Monsieur Scudery."</p> + +<p>As for what I have said of astral or aėrial spirits, it is no invention +of mine, but taken from those who have written on that subject. Whether +there are such beings or not, it concerns not me; it is sufficient for +my purpose, that many have believed the affirmative; and that these +heroic representations, which are of the same nature with the epic, are +not limited, but with the extremest bounds of what is credible.</p> + +<p>For the little critics, who pleased themselves with thinking they have +found a flaw in that line of the prologue,</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">And he, who servilely creeps after sense,</span> + <span class="i2">Is safe, &c.<a name="FNanchor_A_13" id="FNanchor_A_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_13" class="fnanchor">[M]</a>,</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>as if I patronized my own nonsense, I may reasonably suppose they have +never read Horace. <i>Serpit humi tutus</i>, &c. are his words: He, who +creeps after plain, dull, common sense, is safe from committing +absurdities; but can never reach any height, or excellence of wit; and +sure I could not mean, that any excellence were to be found in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span> +nonsense. With the same ignorance, or malice, they would accuse me for +using—<i>empty arms</i>, when I write of a ghost, or shadow; which has +only the appearance of a body or limbs, and is empty, or void, of flesh +and blood; and <i>vacuis amplectitur ulnis</i>, was an expression of Ovid's +on the same subject. Some fool before them had charged me in "The Indian +Emperor" with nonsense in these words,</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">And follow fate, which does too fast pursue;</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Which was borrowed from Virgil, in the eleventh of +his Ęneids,</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2"><i>Eludit gyro interior, sequiturque sequentem</i><a name="FNanchor_A_14" id="FNanchor_A_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_14" class="fnanchor">[N]</a>.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>I quote not these to prove, that I never writ nonsense; but only to +shew, that they are so unfortunate as not to have found it.</p> + +<p class="center">VALE.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2>PROLOGUE.</h2> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">Self-love, which, never rightly understood,</span> + <span class="i2">Makes poets still conclude their plays are good,</span> + <span class="i2">And malice, in all critics, reigns so high,</span> + <span class="i2">That for small errors, they whole plays decry;</span> + <span class="i2">So that to see this fondness, and that spite,</span> + <span class="i2">You'd think that none but madmen judge or write.</span> + <span class="i2">Therefore our poet, as he thinks not fit</span> + <span class="i2">T' impose upon you what he writes for wit;</span> + <span class="i2">So hopes, that, leaving you your censures free,<span style="margin-left: 1em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i2">You equal judges of the whole will be:<span style="margin-left: 4em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i2">They judge but half, who only faults will see.<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i2">Poets, like lovers, should be bold and dare,</span> + <span class="i2">They spoil their business with an over-care;</span> + <span class="i2">And he, who servilely creeps after sense,</span> + <span class="i2">Is safe, but ne'er will reach an excellence.</span> + <span class="i2">Hence 'tis, our poet, in his conjuring,</span> + <span class="i2">Allowed his fancy the full scope and swing.</span> + <span class="i2">But when a tyrant for his theme he had,</span> + <span class="i2">He loosed the reins, and bid his muse run mad:</span> + <span class="i2">And though he stumbles in a full career,</span> + <span class="i2">Yet rashness is a better fault than fear.</span> + <span class="i2">He saw his way; but in so swift a pace,</span> + <span class="i2">To chuse the ground might be to lose the race.</span> + <span class="i2">They then, who of each trip the advantage take,</span> + <span class="i2">Find but those faults, which they want wit to make.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2><a name="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE3" id="DRAMATIS_PERSONAE3"></a>DRAMATIS PERSONĘ</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Maximin</span>, <i>Tyrant of Rome.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span>, <i>Captain of the Prętorian Bands.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Charinus</span>, <i>the Emperor's son.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Placidius</span>, <i>a great officer.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Valerius</span>, }</span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">} <i>Tribunes of the army.</i></span></span> + <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Albinus</span>, }</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nigrinus</span>, <i>a Tribune and conjurer.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Amariel</span>, <i>guardian-angel to St</i> <span class="smcap">Catharine.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Apollonius</span>, <i>a Heathen philosopher.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Berenice</span>, <i>wife to</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Valeria</span>, <i>daughter to</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin.</span></p> + +<p><i>St</i> <span class="smcap">Catherine</span>, <i>Princess of Alexandria.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Felicia</span>, <i>her mother.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Erotion</span>, }</span> + <span class="i0"><span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">} <i>Attendants</i>.</span></span> + <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cydnon</span>, }</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center">SCENE—<i>The camp of Maximin, under the walls of Aquileia.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357"></a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h2><a name="TYRANNIC_LOVE1" id="TYRANNIC_LOVE1"></a>TYRANNIC LOVE,</h2> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><b>OR, THE</b></span></p> + +<h3>ROYAL MARTYR.</h3> + +<hr class="hr1" /> +<h3>ACT I.</h3> + +<p class="center">SCENE I.—<i>A Camp, or Pavilion Royal.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin, Charinus, Placidius, Albinus, Valerius, Apollonius</span>, +<i>and Guards</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Thus far my arms have with success been crowned,</span> + <span class="i0">And found no stop, or vanquished what they found.</span> + <span class="i0">The German lakes my legions have o'erpast,</span> + <span class="i0">With all the bars which art or nature cast:</span> + <span class="i0">My foes, in watery fastnesses inclosed,</span> + <span class="i0">I fought alone, to their whole war exposed;</span> + <span class="i0">Did first the depth of trembling marshes sound,</span> + <span class="i0">And fixed my eagles in unfaithful ground;</span> + <span class="i0">By force submitted to the Roman sway</span> + <span class="i0">Fierce nations, and unknowing to obey;</span> + <span class="i0">And now, for my reward, ungrateful Rome,</span> + <span class="i0">For which I fought abroad, rebels at home.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> Yet 'tis their fear which does this war maintain;</span> + <span class="i0">They cannot brook a martial monarch's reign:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Your valour would their sloth too much accuse;</span> + <span class="i0">And therefore, like themselves they princes chuse.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Two tame gown'd princes, who at ease debate,</span> + <span class="i0">In lazy chairs, the business of the state;</span> + <span class="i0">Who reign but while the people they can please,</span> + <span class="i0">And only know the little arts of peace.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> In fields they dare not fight, where honour calls;</span> + <span class="i0">But breathe a faint defiance from their walls.</span> + <span class="i0">The very noise of war their souls does wound;</span> + <span class="i0">They quake, but hearing their own trumpets sound.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> An easy summons but for form they wait,</span> + <span class="i0">And to your fame will open wide the gate.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> I wish our fame that swift success may find;</span> + <span class="i0">But conquests, sir, are easily designed.</span> + <span class="i0">However soft within themselves they are,</span> + <span class="i0">To you they will be valiant by despair:</span> + <span class="i0">For, having once been guilty, well they know,</span> + <span class="i0">To a revengeful prince they still are so.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> 'Tis true, that, since the senate's succours came,</span> + <span class="i0">They grow more bold.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> That senate's but a name:</span> + <span class="i0">Or they are pageant princes which they make;</span> + <span class="i0">That power they give away, they would partake.</span> + <span class="i0">Two equal powers two different ways will draw,</span> + <span class="i0">While each may check, and give the other law.</span> + <span class="i0">True, they secure propriety and peace;</span> + <span class="i0">But are not fit an empire to increase.</span> + <span class="i0">When they should aid their prince, the slaves dispute;</span> + <span class="i0">And fear success should make him absolute.</span> + <span class="i0">They let foes conquer, to secure the state,</span> + <span class="i0">And lend a sword, whose edge themselves rebate.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> When to increase the gods you late are gone,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span> + <span class="i0">I'll swiftly chuse to die, or reign alone:</span> + <span class="i0">But these half kings our courage cannot fright;</span> + <span class="i0">The thrifty state will bargain ere they fight:</span> + <span class="i0">Give just so much for every victory,</span> + <span class="i0">And rather lose a fight than overbuy.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Since all delays are dangerous in war,</span> + <span class="i0">Your men, Albinus, for assault prepare;</span> + <span class="i0">Crispinus and Meniphilus, I hear,</span> + <span class="i0">Two consulars, these Aquileians cheer;</span> + <span class="i0">By whom they may, if we protract the time,</span> + <span class="i0">Be taught the courage to defend their crime.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Put off the assault but only for this day:</span> + <span class="i0">No loss can come by such a small delay.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> We are not sure to-morrow will be ours:</span> + <span class="i0">Wars have, like love, their favourable hours.</span> + <span class="i0">Let us use all; for if we lose one day,</span> + <span class="i0">That white one, in the crowd, may slip away.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Fate's dark recesses we can never find;</span> + <span class="i0">But fortune, at some hours, to all is kind:</span> + <span class="i0">The lucky have whole days, which still they chuse;</span> + <span class="i0">The unlucky have but hours, and those they lose.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> I have consulted one, who reads heaven's doom,</span> + <span class="i0">And sees, as present, things which are to come.</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis that Nigrinus, made by your command</span> + <span class="i0">A tribune in the new Pannonian band.</span> + <span class="i0">Him have I seen (on Ister's banks he stood,</span> + <span class="i0">Where last we wintered), bind the headlong flood</span> + <span class="i0">In sudden ice; and, where most swift it flows,</span> + <span class="i0">In crystal nets the wond'ring fishes close.</span> + <span class="i0">Then, with a moment's thaw, the streams enlarge,</span> + <span class="i0">And from the mesh the twinkling guests discharge.</span> + <span class="i0">In a deep vale, or near some ruined wall,</span> + <span class="i0">He would the ghosts of slaughtered soldiers call;</span> + <span class="i0">Who slow to wounded bodies did repair,</span> + <span class="i0">And, loth to enter, shivered in the air;</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span> + <span class="i0">These his dread wand did to short life compel,</span> + <span class="i0">And forced the fates of battles to foretel.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> 'Tis wonderous strange! But, good Placidius, say,</span> + <span class="i0">What prophecies Nigrinus of this day?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> In a lone tent, all hung with black, I saw,</span> + <span class="i0">Where in a square he did a circle draw;</span> + <span class="i0">Four angles, made by that circumference,</span> + <span class="i0">Bore holy words inscribed, of mystic sense.</span> + <span class="i0">When first a hollow wind began to blow,</span> + <span class="i0">The sky grew black, and bellied down more low;</span> + <span class="i0">Around the fields did nimble lightning play,</span> + <span class="i0">Which offered us by fits, and snatched the day.</span> + <span class="i0">'Midst this was heard the shrill and tender cry</span> + <span class="i0">Of well-pleased ghosts, which in the storm did fly;</span> + <span class="i0">Danced to and fro, and skimmed along the ground,</span> + <span class="i0">Till to the magic circle they were bound.</span> + <span class="i0">They coursing it, while we were fenced within,</span> + <span class="i0">We saw this dreadful scene of fate begin.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Char.</i> Speak without fear; what did the vision shew?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> A curtain, drawn, presented to our view</span> + <span class="i0">A town besieged; and on the neighbouring plain</span> + <span class="i0">Lay heaps of visionary soldiers slain.</span> + <span class="i0">A rising mist obscured the gloomy head</span> + <span class="i0">Of one, who, in imperial robes, lay dead.</span> + <span class="i0">Near this, in fetters, stood a virgin crowned,</span> + <span class="i0">Whom many Cupids strove in vain to wound:</span> + <span class="i0">A voice,—<i>To-morrow</i>, still <i>To-morrow</i> rung;</span> + <span class="i0">Another,—<i>lo, lo Pęan</i> sung.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> Visions and oracles still doubtful are,</span> + <span class="i0">And ne'er expounded till the event of war.</span> + <span class="i0">The gods' foreknowledge on our swords will wait:</span> + <span class="i0">If we fight well, they must foreshow good fate.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>To them a Centurion.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Cent.</i> A rising dust, which troubles all the air,</span> + <span class="i0">And this way travels, shews some army near.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Char.</i> I hear the sound of trumpets from afar.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus.</span></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> It seems the voice of triumph, not of war.<br /></p> + +<p class="center"><i>To them</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus</span> <i>again.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> Health and success our emperor attends;</span> + <span class="i0">The forces, marching on the plain, are friends.</span> + <span class="i0">Porphyrius, whom you Egypt's prętor made,</span> + <span class="i0">Is come from Alexandria to your aid.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> It well becomes the conduct and the care</span> + <span class="i0">Of one so famed and fortunate in war.</span> + <span class="i0">You must resign, Placidius, your command;</span> + <span class="i0">To him I promised the prętorian band.</span> + <span class="i0">Your duty in your swift compliance show;</span> + <span class="i0">I will provide some other charge for you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> May Cęsar's pleasure ever be obeyed,</span> + <span class="i0">With that submission, which by me is paid.</span> + <span class="i0">Now all the curses envy ever knew,</span> + <span class="i0">Or could invent, Porphyrius pursue!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> Placidius does too tamely bear his loss;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Charinus.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">This new pretender will all power engross:</span> + <span class="i0">All things must now by his direction move,</span> + <span class="i0">And you, sir, must resign your father's love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> Yes; every name to his repute must bow;</span> + <span class="i0">There grow no bays for any other brow.</span> + <span class="i0">He blasts my early honour in the bud,</span> + <span class="i0">Like some tall tree, the monster of the wood;</span> + <span class="i0">O'ershading all which under him would grow,</span> + <span class="i0">He sheds his venom on the plants below.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> You must some noble action undertake,</span> + <span class="i0">Equal with his your own renown to make.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> I am not for a slothful envy born;</span> + <span class="i0">I'll do't this day, in the dire vision's scorn.</span> + <span class="i0">He comes: We two like the twin stars appear;</span> + <span class="i0">Never to shine together in one sphere.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Char.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus.</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><br /><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span> <i>attended.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Porphyrius, welcome; welcome as the light</span> + <span class="i0">To cheerful birds, or as to lovers night;</span> + <span class="i0">Welcome as what thou bring'st me, victory.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> That waits, sir, on your arms, and not on me.</span> + <span class="i0">You left a conquest more than half achieved,</span> + <span class="i0">And for whose easiness I almost grieved.</span> + <span class="i0">Yours only the Egyptian laurels are;</span> + <span class="i0">I bring you but the reliques of your war.</span> + <span class="i0">The Christian princess, to receive your doom,</span> + <span class="i0">Is from her conquered Alexandria come;</span> + <span class="i0">Her mother, in another vessel sent,</span> + <span class="i0">A storm surprised, nor know I the event:</span> + <span class="i0">Both from your bounty must receive their state,</span> + <span class="i0">Or must on your triumphant chariot wait.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> From me they can expect no grace, whose minds</span> + <span class="i0">An execrable superstition blinds.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Apol.</i> The gods, who raised you to the world's command,</span> + <span class="i0">Require these victims from your grateful hand.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> To minds resolved, the threats of death are vain;</span> + <span class="i0">They run to fires, and there enjoy their pain;</span> + <span class="i0">Not Mucius made more haste his hand to expose</span> + <span class="i0">To greedy flames, than their whole bodies those.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> How to their own destruction they are blind!</span> + <span class="i0">Zeal is the pious madness of the mind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> They all our famed philosophers defy,</span> + <span class="i0">And would our faith by force of reason try.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Apol.</i> I beg it, sir, by all the powers divine.</span> + <span class="i0">That in their right this combat may be mine.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> It shall; and fifty doctors of our laws</span> + <span class="i0">Be added to you, to maintain the cause.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<blockquote><p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Berenice</span>, <i>the Empress</i>; <span class="smcap">Valeria</span>, <i>daughter +to the Emperor, and</i> <span class="smcap">Erotion</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> The empress and your daughter, sir, are here.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> What dangers in those charming eyes appear!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Looking on the Empress.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">How my old wounds are opened at this view,</span> + <span class="i0">And in my murderer's presence bleed anew!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I did expect your coming, to partake</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To the Ladies.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">The general gladness which my triumphs make.</span> + <span class="i0">You did Porphyrius as a courtier know;</span> + <span class="i0">But as a conqueror behold him now.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> You know (I read it in your blushing face),</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Por.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">To merit, better than receive a grace:</span> + <span class="i0">And I know better silently to own,</span> + <span class="i0">Than with vain words to pay your service done.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Princes, like gods, reward ere we deserve;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Kneeling to kiss her hand.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">And pay us, in permitting us to serve.</span> + <span class="i0">O might I still grow here, and never move!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Lower.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> How dangerous are these ecstacies of love!</span> + <span class="i0">He shews his passion to a thousand eyes;</span> + <span class="i0">He cannot stir, nor can I bid him rise.</span> + <span class="i0">That word my heart refuses to my tongue!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Madam, you let the general kneel too long.</p> + +<p><i>Por.</i> Too long! as if eternity were so.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> Rise, good Porphyrius—since it must be so.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Like hermits from a vision I retire,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Rising.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">With eyes too weak to see what I admire.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[364]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> The empress knows your worth; but, sir, there be</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span>, <i>who kisses her hand</i>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Those who can value it as high as she.</span> + <span class="i0">And 'tis but just (since in my father's cause</span> + <span class="i0">You fought) your valour should have my applause.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> O jealousy, how art thou eagle-eyed!</span> + <span class="i0">She loves; and would her love in praises hide:</span> + <span class="i0">How am I bound this rival to pursue,</span> + <span class="i0">Who ravishes my love and fortune too!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<i>A dead march within, and trumpets.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Somewhat of mournful, sure, my ears does wound;</span> + <span class="i0">Like the hoarse murmurs of a trumpet's sound,</span> + <span class="i0">And drums unbraced, with soldiers' broken cries.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus</span>.</p> + +<p>Albinus, whence proceeds this dismal noise?</p> + +<p><i>Alb.</i> Too soon you'll know what I want words to tell.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> How fares my son? Is my Charinus well?</span> + <span class="i0">Not answer me! Oh my prophetic fear!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> How can I speak, or how, sir, can you hear?</span> + <span class="i0">Imagine that which you would most deplore,</span> + <span class="i0">And that, which I would speak, is it, or more.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Thy mournful message in thy looks I read:</span> + <span class="i0">Is he (oh that I live to ask it!) dead?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alb.</i> Sir—</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Stay; if thou speak'st that word, thou speak'st thy last:</span> + <span class="i0">Some God now, if he dares, relate what's past:</span> + <span class="i0">Say but he's dead, that God shall mortal be.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alb.</i> Then, what I dare not speak, look back and see.<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Charinus</span> <i>borne in dead by soldiers.</i></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> See nothing, eyes, henceforth, but death and woe;</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span> + <span class="i0">You've done me the worst office you can do.</span> + <span class="i0">You've shewn me destiny's preposterous crime;</span> + <span class="i0">An unripe fate, disclosed ere nature's time.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Assuage, great prince, your passion, lest you shew</span> + <span class="i0">There's somewhat in your soul which fate can bow.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Fortune should by your greatness be controuled:</span> + <span class="i0">Arm your great mind, and let her take no hold.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> To tame philosophers teach constancy;</span> + <span class="i0">There is no farther use of it in me.</span> + <span class="i0">Gods!—but why name I you!</span> + <span class="i0">All that was worth a prayer to you is gone;—</span> + <span class="i0">I ask not back my virtue, but my son.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> His too great thirst of fame his ruin brought;</span> + <span class="i0">Though, sir, beyond all human force he fought.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> This was my vision of this fatal day!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> With a fierce haste he led our troops the way,</span> + <span class="i0">While fiery showers of sulphur on him rained;</span> + <span class="i0">Nor left he, till the battlements he gained:</span> + <span class="i0">There with a forest of their darts he strove,</span> + <span class="i0">And stood, like Capaneus defying Jove;</span> + <span class="i0">With his broad sword the boldest beating down,</span> + <span class="i0">While fate grew pale lest he should win the town;</span> + <span class="i0">And turned the iron leaves of its dark book,</span> + <span class="i0">To make new dooms, or mend what it mistook;</span> + <span class="i0">Till, sought by many deaths, he sunk, though late,</span> + <span class="i0">And by his fall asserted doubtful fate.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Oh my dear brother! whom heaven let us see,</span> + <span class="i0">And would not longer suffer him to be!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> And didst not thou a death with honour chuse,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Alb.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">But impudently liv'st to bring this news?</span> + <span class="i0">After his loss how did'st thou dare to breathe?</span> + <span class="i0">But thy base ghost shall follow him in death.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span> + <span class="i0">A decimation I will strictly make</span> + <span class="i0">Of all, who my Charinus did forsake;</span> + <span class="i0">And of each legion, each centurion</span> + <span class="i0">Shall die:—Placidius, see my pleasure done.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Sir, you will lose, by this severity,</span> + <span class="i0">Your soldiers' hearts.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Why, they take pay to die.</p> + +<p><i>Por.</i> Then spare Albinus only.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I consent</span> + <span class="i0">To leave his life to be his punishment.</span> + <span class="i0">Discharged from trust, branded with infamy,</span> + <span class="i0">Let him live on, till he ask leave to die.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> Let me petition for him.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I have said;</span> + <span class="i0">And will not be intreated, but obeyed.</span> + <span class="i0">But, empress, whence does your compassion grow?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> You need not ask it, since my birth you know.</span> + <span class="i0">The race of Antonines was named the good:</span> + <span class="i0">I draw my pity from my royal blood.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Still must I be upbraided with your line?</span> + <span class="i0">I know you speak it in contempt of mine.</span> + <span class="i0">But your late brother did not prize me less,</span> + <span class="i0">Because I could not boast of images;</span> + <span class="i0">And the Gods own me more, when they decreed,</span> + <span class="i0">A Thracian shepherd should your line succeed.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> The Gods! O do not name the powers divine,</span> + <span class="i0">They never mingled their decrees with thine.</span> + <span class="i0">My brother gave me to thee for a wife,</span> + <span class="i0">And for my dowry thou didst take his life.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> The Gods by many victories have shewn,</span> + <span class="i0">That they my merits and his death did own.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Yes, they have owned it; witness this just day,</span> + <span class="i0">When they begin thy mischiefs to repay.</span> + <span class="i0">See the reward of all thy wicked care</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Before thee; thy succession ended there.</span> + <span class="i0">Yet, but in part my brother's ghost is pleased;</span> + <span class="i0">Restless till all the groaning world be eased.</span> + <span class="i0">For me, no other happiness I own,</span> + <span class="i0">Than to have borne no issue to thy throne.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Provoke my rage no farther, lest I be</span> + <span class="i0">Revenged at once upon the gods and thee.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> What horrid tortures seize my labouring mind,</span> + <span class="i0">O, only excellent of all thy kind,</span> + <span class="i0">To hear thee threatened, while I idle stand!</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven! was I born to fear a tyrant's hand?</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> [<i>to Ber.</i>] Hence from my sight!—thy blood,</span> + <span class="i0">If thou dost stay—</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Tyrant! too well to that thou knowest the way.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Going.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Let baser souls from falling fortunes fly:</span> + <span class="i0">I'll pay my duty to her, though I die.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit, leading her.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> What made Porphyrius so officious be?</span> + <span class="i0">The action looked as done in scorn of me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> It did, indeed, some little freedom shew;</span> + <span class="i0">But somewhat to his services you owe.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Yet if I thought it his presumption were—</p> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> Perhaps he did not your displeasure hear.</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> My anger was too loud, not to be heard.</p> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> I'm loth to think he did it not regard.</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> How, not regard!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Placidius, you foment,</span> + <span class="i0">On too light grounds, my father's discontent.</span> + <span class="i0">But when an action does two faces wear,</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis justice to believe what is most fair.</span> + <span class="i0">I think, that, knowing what respect there rests</span> + <span class="i0">For her late brother in the soldiers' breasts,</span> + <span class="i0">He went to serve the emperor; and designed</span> + <span class="i0">Only to calm the tempest in her mind,</span> + <span class="i0">Lest some sedition in the camp should rise.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[368]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I ever thought him loyal as he's wise.</span> + <span class="i0">Since therefore all the Gods their spite have shewn</span> + <span class="i0">To rob my age of a successive throne;</span> + <span class="i0">And you who now remain,</span> + <span class="i0">The only issue of my former bed,</span> + <span class="i0">In empire cannot, by your sex, succeed;</span> + <span class="i0">To bind Porphyrius firmly to the state,</span> + <span class="i0">I will this day my Cęsar him create:</span> + <span class="i0">And, daughter, I will give him you for wife.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Val.</i> O day, the best and happiest of my life!</p> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> O day, the most accurst I ever knew!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> See to my son performed each funeral due:</span> + <span class="i0">Then to the toils of war we will return,</span> + <span class="i0">And make our enemies our losses mourn.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT II.</h3> + +<h3>SCENE I.—<i>The Royal Camp.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Berenice</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Porphyrius, you too far did tempt your fate,</span> + <span class="i0">In owning her, the emperor does hate.</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis true, your duty to me it became;</span> + <span class="i0">But, praising that, I must your conduct blame.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Not to have owned my zeal at such a time,</span> + <span class="i0">Were to sin higher than your tyrant's crime.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> 'Twas too much, my disgrace to accompany;</span> + <span class="i0">A silent wish had been enough for me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Wishes are aids faint servants may supply,</span> + <span class="i0">Who ask heaven for you what themselves deny.</span> + <span class="i0">Could I do less than my respect to pay,</span> + <span class="i0">Where I before had given my heart away?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> You fail in that respect you seem to bear,</span> + <span class="i0">When you speak words unfit for me to hear.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[369]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> Yet you did once accept those vows I paid.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Those vows were then to Berenice made;</span> + <span class="i0">But cannot now be heard without a sin,</span> + <span class="i0">When offered to the wife of Maximin.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Has, then, the change of fortune changed your will?</span> + <span class="i0">Ah! why are you not Berenice still?</span> + <span class="i0">To Maximin you once declared your hate;</span> + <span class="i0">Your marriage was a sacrifice to th' state:</span> + <span class="i0">Your brother made it to secure his throne,</span> + <span class="i0">Which this man made a step to mount it on.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Whatever Maximin has been, or is,</span> + <span class="i0">I am to bear, since heaven has made me his;</span> + <span class="i0">For wives, who must themselves of power divest,</span> + <span class="i0">When they love blindly, for their peace love best.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> If mutual love be vowed when faith you plight,</span> + <span class="i0">Then he, who forfeits first, has lost his right.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Husbands a forfeiture of love may make;</span> + <span class="i0">But what avails the forfeit none can take?</span> + <span class="i0">As, in a general wreck,</span> + <span class="i0">The pirate sinks with his ill-gotten gains,</span> + <span class="i0">And nothing to another's use remains,</span> + <span class="i0">So, by his loss, no gain to you can fall:</span> + <span class="i0">The sea, and vast destruction swallows all.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Yet he, who from the shore the wreck descries,</span> + <span class="i0">May lawfully enrich him with the prize.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Who sees the wreck, can yet no title plead,</span> + <span class="i0">Till he be sure the owner first is dead.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> If that be all the claim I want to love,</span> + <span class="i0">This pirate of your heart I'll soon remove,</span> + <span class="i0">And, at one stroke, the world and you set free.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> Leave to the care of heaven that world and me.</p> + +<p><i>Por.</i> Heaven as its instrument my courage sends. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[370]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Heaven ne'er sent those who fight for private ends.</span> + <span class="i0">We both are bound by trust, and must be true;</span> + <span class="i0">I to his bed, and to his empire you.</span> + <span class="i0">For he who to the bad betrays his trust,</span> + <span class="i0">Though he does good, becomes himself unjust.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> When Brutus did from Cęsar Rome redeem,</span> + <span class="i0">The act was good.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> But was not good in him.</span> + <span class="i0">You see the Gods adjudged it parricide,</span> + <span class="i0">By dooming the event on Cęsar's side.</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis virtue not to be obliged at all;</span> + <span class="i0">Or not conspire our benefactor's fall.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> You doom me then to suffer all this ill,</span> + <span class="i0">And yet I doom myself to love you still.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Dare not Porphyrius suffer then with me,</span> + <span class="i0">Since what for him, I for myself decree?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> How can I bear those griefs you disapprove?</p> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> To ease them, I'll permit you still to love.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> That will but haste my death, if you think fit</span> + <span class="i0">Not to reward, but barely to permit.</span> + <span class="i0">Love without hope does like a torture wound,</span> + <span class="i0">Which makes me reach in pain, to touch the ground.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> If hope, then, to your life so needful be,</span> + <span class="i0">Hope still.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> Blest news!</p> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> But hope in heaven, not me.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Love is too noble such deceits to use:</span> + <span class="i0">Referring me to heaven, your gift I lose.</span> + <span class="i0">So princes cheaply may our wants supply,</span> + <span class="i0">When they give that, their treasurers deny.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Love blinds my virtue:—If I longer stay</span> + <span class="i0">It will grow dark, and I shall lose my way.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> One kiss from this fair hand can be no sin;—</span> + <span class="i0">ask not that you gave to Maximin.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[371]</a></span> + <span class="i0">In full reward of all the pains I've past,</span> + <span class="i0">Give me but one.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> Then let it be your last.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> 'Tis gone!</span> + <span class="i0">Like soldiers prodigal of their arrears,</span> + <span class="i0">One minute spends the pay of many years.</span> + <span class="i0">Let but one more be added to the sum,</span> + <span class="i0">And pay at once for all my pains to come.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Unthrifts will starve, if we beforehand give:</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Pulling back her hand.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">I'll see you shall have just enough to live.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Erotion.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ero.</i> Madam, the emperor is drawing near;</span> + <span class="i0">And comes, they say, to seek Porphyrius here.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> Alas!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> I will not ask what he intends;</span> + <span class="i0">My life, or death, alone on you depends.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> I must withdraw; but must not let him know</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">How hard the precepts of my virtue grow!</span> + <span class="i0">But whate'er fortune is for me designed,</span> + <span class="i0">Sweet heaven, be still to brave Porphyrius kind!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit with</i> <span class="smcap">Erotion.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> She's gone unkindly, and refused to cast</span> + <span class="i0">One glance to feed me for so long a fast.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin, Placidius</span>, <i>and guards.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Porphyrius, since the Gods have ravished one,</span> + <span class="i0">I come in you to seek another son.</span> + <span class="i0">Succeed him then in my imperial states;</span> + <span class="i0">Succeed in all, but his untimely fate.</span> + <span class="i0">If I adopt you with no better grace,</span> + <span class="i0">Pardon a father's tears upon my face,</span> + <span class="i0">And give them to Charinus' memory:</span> + <span class="i0">May they not prove as ominous to thee!</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[372]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> With what misfortunes heaven torments me still!</span> + <span class="i0">Why must I be obliged to one so ill?</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Those offers which I made you, sir, were such,</span> + <span class="i0">No private man should need to balance much.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Who durst his thoughts to such ambition lift?</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Kneeling.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">The greatness of it made me doubt the gift.</span> + <span class="i0">The distance was so vast, that to my view</span> + <span class="i0">It made the object seem at first untrue;</span> + <span class="i0">And now 'tis near, the sudden excellence</span> + <span class="i0">Strikes through, and flashes on my tender sense.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Yet heaven and earth, which so remote appear,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Raising him.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Are by the air, which flows betwixt them, near;</span> + <span class="i0">And 'twixt us two my daughter be the chain,</span> + <span class="i0">One end with me, and one with you remain.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> You press me down with such a glorious fate,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Kneeling again.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">I cannot rise against the mighty weight.</span> + <span class="i0">Permit I may retire some little space,</span> + <span class="i0">And gather strength to bear so great a grace.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit bowing.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> How love and fortune lavishly contend,</span> + <span class="i0">Which should Porphyrius' wishes most befriend!</span> + <span class="i0">The mid-streams his; I, creeping by the side,</span> + <span class="i0">Am shouldered off by his impetuous tide.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Valerius</span> <i>hastily.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> I hope my business may my haste excuse;</span> + <span class="i0">For, sir, I bring you most surprising news.</span> + <span class="i0">The Christian princess in her tent confers</span> + <span class="i0">With fifty of our learned philosophers;</span> + <span class="i0">Whom with such eloquence she does persuade,</span> + <span class="i0">That they are captives to her reasons made.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[373]</a></span> + <span class="i0">I left them yielding up their vanquished cause,</span> + <span class="i0">And all the soldiers shouting her applause;</span> + <span class="i0">Even Apollonius does but faintly speak,</span> + <span class="i0">Whose voice the murmurs of the assistants break.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Conduct this captive Christian to my tent;</span> + <span class="i0">She shall be brought to speedy punishment.</span> + <span class="i0">I must in time some remedy provide,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Val</span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Lest this contagious error spread too wide.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> To infected zeal you must no mercy shew;</span> + <span class="i0">For, from religion all rebellions grow.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> The silly crowd, by factious teachers brought</span> + <span class="i0">To think that faith untrue, their youth was taught,</span> + <span class="i0">Run on in new opinions, blindly bold,</span> + <span class="i0">Neglect, contemn, and then assault the old.</span> + <span class="i0">The infectious madness seizes every part,</span> + <span class="i0">And from the head distils upon the heart.</span> + <span class="i0">And first they think their prince's faith not true,</span> + <span class="i0">And then proceed to offer him a new;</span> + <span class="i0">Which if refused, all duty from them cast,</span> + <span class="i0">To their new faith they make new kings at last.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Those ills by mal-contents are often wrought,</span> + <span class="i0">That by their prince their duty may be bought.</span> + <span class="i0">They head those holy factions which they hate,</span> + <span class="i0">To sell their duty at a dearer rate.</span> + <span class="i0">But, sir, the tribune is already here,</span> + <span class="i0">With your fair captive.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Bid them both appear.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter St</i> <span class="smcap">Catherine</span>, <span class="smcap">Valerius</span>, <span class="smcap">Apollonius</span>, <i>and Guards.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">See where she comes, with that high air and mein,</span> + <span class="i0">Which marks, in bonds, the greatness of a queen.</span> + <span class="i0">What pity 'tis!—but I no charms must see</span> + <span class="i0">In her, who to our gods is enemy.——</span> + <span class="i0">Fair foe of heaven, whence comes this haughty pride,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To her.</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[374]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Or, is it frenzy does your mind misguide</span> + <span class="i0">To scorn our worship, and new gods to find?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Nor pride, nor frenzy, but a settled mind,</span> + <span class="i0">Enlightened from above, my way does mark.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Though heaven be clear, the way to it is dark.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> But where our reason with our faith does go,</span> + <span class="i0">We're both above enlightened, and below.</span> + <span class="i0">But reason with your fond religion fights,</span> + <span class="i0">For many gods are many infinites:</span> + <span class="i0">This to the first philosophers was known,</span> + <span class="i0">Who, under various names, adored but one;</span> + <span class="i0">Though your vain poets, after, did mistake,</span> + <span class="i0">Who every attribute a god did make;</span> + <span class="i0">And so obscene their ceremonies be,</span> + <span class="i0">As good men loath, and Cato blushed to see.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> War is my province!—Priest, why stand you mute?</span> + <span class="i0">You gain by heaven, and, therefore, should dispute.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Apol.</i> In all religions, as in ours, there are</span> + <span class="i0">Some solid truths, and some things popular.</span> + <span class="i0">The popular in pleasing fables lie;</span> + <span class="i0">The truths, in precepts of morality.</span> + <span class="i0">And these to human life are of that use,</span> + <span class="i0">That no religion can such rules produce.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Then let the whole dispute concluded be</span> + <span class="i0">Betwixt these rules, and christianity.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Apol.</i> And what more noble can your doctrine preach,</span> + <span class="i0">Than virtue, which philosophy does teach?</span> + <span class="i0">To keep the passions in severest awe,</span> + <span class="i0">To live to reason, nature's greatest law;</span> + <span class="i0">To follow virtue, as its own reward;</span> + <span class="i0">And good and ill, as things without regard.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[375]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Yet few could follow those strict rules they gave;</span> + <span class="i0">For human life will human frailties have;</span> + <span class="i0">And love of virtue is but barren praise,</span> + <span class="i0">Airy as fame; nor strong enough to raise</span> + <span class="i0">The actions of the soul above the sense.</span> + <span class="i0">Virtue grows cold without a recompence.</span> + <span class="i0">We virtuous acts as duty do regard;</span> + <span class="i0">Yet are permitted to expect reward.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Apol.</i> By how much more your faith reward assures,</span> + <span class="i0">So much more frank our virtue is than yours.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Blind men! you seek e'en those rewards you blame:</span> + <span class="i0">But ours are solid; yours an empty name.</span> + <span class="i0">Either to open praise your acts you guide,</span> + <span class="i0">Or else reward yourselves with secret pride.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Apol.</i> Yet still our moral virtues you obey;</span> + <span class="i0">Ours are the precepts, though applied your way.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> 'Tis true, your virtues are the same we teach;</span> + <span class="i0">But in our practice they much higher reach.</span> + <span class="i0">You but forbid to take another's due,</span> + <span class="i0">But we forbid even to desire it too:</span> + <span class="i0">Revenge of injuries you virtue call;</span> + <span class="i0">But we forgiveness of our wrongs extol:</span> + <span class="i0">Immodest deeds you hinder to be wrought,</span> + <span class="i0">But we proscribe the least immodest thought.</span> + <span class="i0">So much your virtues are in ours refined,</span> + <span class="i0">That yours but reach the actions, ours the mind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Answer, in short, to what you heard her speak.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Apol.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Apol.</i> Where truth prevails, all arguments are weak.</span> + <span class="i0">To that convincing power I must give place;</span> + <span class="i0">And with that truth that faith I will embrace.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> O traitor to our gods—but more to me!</span> + <span class="i0">Dar'st thou of any faith but of thy prince's be?</span> + <span class="i0">But sure thou rav'st; thy foolish error find:</span> + <span class="i0">Cast up the poison that infects thy mind,</span> + <span class="i0">And shun the torments thou art sure to feel.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Apol.</i> Nor fire, nor torture, nor revenging steel</span> + <span class="i0">Can on my soul the least impression make:</span> + <span class="i0">How gladly, truth, I suffer for thy sake!</span> + <span class="i0">Once I was ignorant of what was so;</span> + <span class="i0">But never can abandon truth I know.</span> + <span class="i0">My martyrdom I to thy crown prefer;</span> + <span class="i0">Truth is a cause for a philosopher.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>S. Cath.</i> Lose not that courage which heaven does inspire;<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Apol.</span></span><br /></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">But fearless go to be baptised in fire.</span> + <span class="i0">Think 'tis a triumph, not a danger near:</span> + <span class="i0">Give him your blood; but give him not a tear.</span> + <span class="i0">Go, and prepare my seat; and hovering be</span> + <span class="i0">Near that bright space, which is reserved for me.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Hence with the traitor; bear him to his fate.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Apol.</i> Tyrant, I fear thy pity, not thy hate:</span> + <span class="i0">A life eternal I by death obtain.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Go, carry him, where he that life may gain.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Apol.</span> <span class="smcap">Val.</span> <i>and Guards.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> From this enchantress all these ills are come:</span> + <span class="i0">You are not safe till you pronounce her doom.</span> + <span class="i0">Each hour she lives a legion sweeps away;</span> + <span class="i0">She'll make your army martyrs in a day.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> 'Tis just: This Christian sorceress shall die.</span> + <span class="i0">Would I had never proved her sorcery!</span> + <span class="i0">Not that her charming tongue this change has bred;</span> + <span class="i0">I fear 'tis something that her eyes have said.</span> + <span class="i0">I love; and am ashamed it should be seen.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> Sir, shall she die?</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Consider, she's a queen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> Those claims in Cleopatra ended were.</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> How many Cleopatra's live in her!<br /> +<span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></p> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> When you condemned her, sir, she was a queen.</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> No, slave! she only was a captive then.</p> + +<p><i>S. Cath.</i> My joyful sentence you defer too long.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I never knew that life was such a wrong.</span> + <span class="i0">But if you needs will die,—it shall be so.</span> + <span class="i0">—Yet think it does from your perverseness flow.</span> + <span class="i0">Men say, indeed, that I in blood delight;</span> + <span class="i0">But you shall find—haste, take her from my sight!</span> + <span class="i0">—For Maximin I have too much confest;</span> + <span class="i0">And, for a lover, not enough exprest.</span> + <span class="i0">Absent, I may her martyrdom decree;</span> + <span class="i0">But one look more will make that martyr me.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit St</i> <span class="smcap">Catharine</span>, <i>guarded.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> What is it, sir, that shakes your mighty mind?</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Somewhat I am ashamed that thou shouldst find.</p> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> If it be love, which does your soul possess——</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Are you my rival, that so soon you guess?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Far, mighty prince, be such a crime from me;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Kneeling.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Which, with the pride, includes impiety.</span> + <span class="i0">Could you forgive it, yet the gods above</span> + <span class="i0">Would never pardon me a Christian love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Thou liest:—There's not a God inhabits there,</span> + <span class="i0">But for this Christian would all heaven forswear.</span> + <span class="i0">Even Jove would try more shapes her love to win,<span style="margin-left: 1em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i0">And in new birds, and unknown beasts, would sin:<span style="margin-left: 1em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i0">At least, if Jove could love like Maximin.<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">}</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> A captive, sir, who would a martyr die?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> She courts not death, but shuns captivity.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Great gifts, and greater promises I'll make:</span> + <span class="i0">And what religion is't, but they can shake?</span> + <span class="i0">She shall live high;—Devotion in distress</span> + <span class="i0">Is born, but vanishes in happiness.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Max.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> [<i>Solus.</i>] His son forgot, his empress unappeased—</span> + <span class="i0">How soon the tyrant with new love is seized!</span> + <span class="i0">Love various minds does variously inspire:</span> + <span class="i0">He stirs, in gentle natures, gentle fire,</span> + <span class="i0">Like that of incense on the altars laid;</span> + <span class="i0">But raging flames tempestuous souls invade;</span> + <span class="i0">A fire, which every windy passion blows;</span> + <span class="i0">With pride it mounts, and with revenge it glows.</span> + <span class="i0">But I accursed, who servilely must move,</span> + <span class="i0">And sooth his passion, for his daughters love!</span> + <span class="i0">Small hope, 'tis true, attends my mighty care;</span> + <span class="i0">But of all passions love does last despair.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT III.</h3> + +<h3>SCENE I.—<i>The Royal Pavilion.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin</span>, <span class="smcap">Placidius</span>, <i>Guards, and Attendants.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> This love, that never could my youth engage,</span> + <span class="i0">Peeps out his coward head to dare my age.</span> + <span class="i0">Where hast thou been thus long, thou sleeping form,</span> + <span class="i0">That wak'st, like drowsy seamen, in a storm?</span> + <span class="i0">A sullen hour thou chusest for thy birth:</span> + <span class="i0">My love shoots up in tempests, as the earth</span> + <span class="i0">Is stirred and loosened in a blust'ring wind,</span> + <span class="i0">Whose blasts to waiting flowers her womb unbind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Forgive me, if I say your passions are</span> + <span class="i0">So rough, as if in love you would make war.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span> + <span class="i0">But love is soft——</span> + <span class="i0">And with soft beauty tenderly complies;</span> + <span class="i0">In lips it laughs, and languishes in eyes.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> There, let it laugh; or, like an infant, weep:</span> + <span class="i0">I cannot such a supple passion keep.</span> + <span class="i0">Mine, stiff with age, and stubborn as my arms,</span> + <span class="i0">Walks upright; stoops not to, but meets her charms.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Yet fierceness suits not with her gentle kind;</span> + <span class="i0">They brave assaults, but may be undermined.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Till I in those mean arts am better read,</span> + <span class="i0">Court thou, and fawn, and flatter in my stead.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter St</i> <span class="smcap">Catharine.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">She comes; and now, methinks, I could obey;</span> + <span class="i0">Her form glides through me, and my heart gives way:</span> + <span class="i0">This iron heart, which no impression took</span> + <span class="i0">From wars, melts down, and runs, if she but look.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Madam, I from the emperor am come,</span> + <span class="i0">To applaud your virtue, and reverse your doom.</span> + <span class="i0">He thinks, whatever your religion be,</span> + <span class="i0">This palm is owing to your constancy.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> My constancy from him seeks no renown;</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven, that proposed the course, will give the crown.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> But monarchs are the gods' vicegerents here;</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven gives rewards; but what it gives they bear:</span> + <span class="i0">From heaven to you the Egyptian crown is sent,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet 'tis a prince who does the gift present.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> The deity I serve, had he thought fit,</span> + <span class="i0">Could have preserved my crown unconquered yet:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span> + <span class="i0">But when his secret Providence designed</span> + <span class="i0">To level that, he levelled too my mind;</span> + <span class="i0">Which, by contracting its desires, is taught</span> + <span class="i0">The humble quiet of possessing nought.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> To stoicks leave a happiness so mean:</span> + <span class="i0">Your virtue does deserve a nobler scene.</span> + <span class="i0">You are not for obscurity designed,</span> + <span class="i0">But, like the sun, must cheer all human kind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> No happiness can be, where is no rest:</span> + <span class="i0">Th' unknown, untalked of man is only blest.</span> + <span class="i0">He, as in some safe cliff, his cell does keep,</span> + <span class="i0">From whence he views the labours of the deep:</span> + <span class="i0">The gold-fraught vessel, which mad tempests beat,</span> + <span class="i0">He sees now vainly make to his retreat;</span> + <span class="i0">And when, from far, the tenth wave does appear,</span> + <span class="i0">Shrinks up in silent joy, that he's not there.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> You have a pilot who your ship secures;</span> + <span class="i0">The monarch both of earth and seas is yours;</span> + <span class="i0">He, who so freely gives a crown away,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet asks no tribute but what you may pay.</span> + <span class="i0">One smile on him a greater wealth bestows,</span> + <span class="i0">Than Egypt yields, when Nilus overflows.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> I cannot wholly innocent appear,</span> + <span class="i0">Since I have lived such words as these to hear.</span> + <span class="i0">O heaven, which dost of chastity take care—</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Why do you lose an unregarded prayer?</span> + <span class="i0">If happiness, as you believe, be rest,</span> + <span class="i0">That quiet sure is by the gods possest:—</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis greatness to neglect, or not to know,</span> + <span class="i0">The little business of the world below.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> This doctrine well befitted him, who thought</span> + <span class="i0">A casual world was from wild atoms wrought:</span> + <span class="i0">But such an order in each chance we see,</span> + <span class="i0">(Chained to its cause, as that to its decree,)</span> + <span class="i0">That none can think a workmanship so rare</span> + <span class="i0">Was built, or kept, without a workman's care.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>To them</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin</span>, <i>Attendants, and Guards.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Madam, you from Placidius may have heard</span> + <span class="i0">Some news, which will your happiness regard;</span> + <span class="i0">For what a greater happiness can be,</span> + <span class="i0">Than to be courted and be loved by me?</span> + <span class="i0">The Egyptian crown I to your hands remit;</span> + <span class="i0">And, with it, take his heart, who offers it.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>She turns aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Do you my person and my gift contemn?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>S. Cath.</i> My hopes pursue a brighter diadem.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Can any brighter than the Roman be?</span> + <span class="i0">I find my proffered love has cheapen'd me:</span> + <span class="i0">Since you neglect to answer my desires,</span> + <span class="i0">Know, princess, you shall burn in other fires.</span> + <span class="i0">——Why should you urge me to so black a deed?</span> + <span class="i0">Think all my anger did from love proceed.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Nor threats nor promises my mind can move;</span> + <span class="i0">Your furious anger, nor your impious love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> The love of you can never impious be;</span> + <span class="i0">You are so pure——</span> + <span class="i0">That in the act 'twould change the impiety.</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven would unmake it sin!——</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> I take myself from that detested sight:</span> + <span class="i0">To my respect thou hast no longer right:</span> + <span class="i0">Such power in bonds true piety can have,</span> + <span class="i0">That I command, and thou art but a slave.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit St</i> <span class="smcap">Cath.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> To what a height of arrogance she swells!</span> + <span class="i0">Pride, or ill-nature, still with virtue dwells.</span> + <span class="i0">Her death shall set me free this very hour;</span> + <span class="i0">——But is her death within a lover's power?</span> + <span class="i0">Wild with my rage, more wild with my desire,</span> + <span class="i0">Like meeting tides—but mine are tides of fire.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span> + <span class="i0">What petty promise was't that caused this frown?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> You heard: No less than the Egyptian crown.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Throw Egypt's by, and offer, in the stead,</span> + <span class="i0">Offer——the crown on Berenice's head.</span> + <span class="i0">I am resolved to double till I win;</span> + <span class="i0">About it straight, and send Porphyrius in.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Plac.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">We look like eagles towering in the sky;</span> + <span class="i0">While her high flight still raises mine more high.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>To him</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius.</span></p> + +<p><i>Por.</i> I come, sir, to expect your great commands.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> My happiness lies only in thy hands;</span> + <span class="i0">And, since I have adopted thee my son,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll keep no secret from thy breast unknown.</span> + <span class="i0">Led by the interest of my rising fate,</span> + <span class="i0">I did espouse this empress, whom I hate;</span> + <span class="i0">And, therefore, with less shame I may declare,</span> + <span class="i0">That I the fetters of thy captive wear.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> Sir, you amaze me with so strange a love.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Pity, my son, those flames you disapprove.</span> + <span class="i0">The cause of love can never be assigned;</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis in no face, but in the lover's mind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Yet there are beauties which attract all hearts,</span> + <span class="i0">And all mankind lies open to their darts;</span> + <span class="i0">Whose sovereignty, without dispute, we grant;</span> + <span class="i0">Such graces, sure, your empress does not want.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Beauty has bounds——</span> + <span class="i0">And can no more to every heart be so,</span> + <span class="i0">Than any coin through every land can go.</span> + <span class="i0">Some secret grace, which is but so to me,</span> + <span class="i0">Though not so great, may yet more powerful be.</span> + <span class="i0">All guard themselves when stronger foes invade;<span style="margin-left: 1em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i0">Yet, by the weak, surprises may be made:<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">}</span></span> + <span class="i0">But you, my son, are not to judge, but aid.<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">}</span></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> What is it, sir, you can require of me?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I would from Berenice's bonds be free;</span> + <span class="i0">This yoke of marriage from us both remove,</span> + <span class="i0">Where two are bound to draw, though neither love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Neither the gods nor man will give consent</span> + <span class="i0">To put in practice your unjust intent.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Both must consent to that which I decree.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> The soldiers love her brother's memory;</span> + <span class="i0">And for her sake some mutiny will stir.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Our parting, therefore, shall be sought by her.</span> + <span class="i0">Go, bid her sue for a divorce, or die;</span> + <span class="i0">I'll cut the knot, if she will not untie:</span> + <span class="i0">Haste to prepare her, and thyself return;</span> + <span class="i0">Thy Hymen's torch this day with mine shall burn.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Rather my funeral-torch; for, though I know</span> + <span class="i0">Valeria's fair, and that she loves me too,</span> + <span class="i0">'Gainst her my soul is armed on every part:</span> + <span class="i0">Yet there are secret rivets to my heart,</span> + <span class="i0">Where Berenice's charms have found the way;</span> + <span class="i0">Subtle as lightnings, but more fierce than they.</span> + <span class="i0">How shall I this avoid, or gain that love!</span> + <span class="i0">So near the rock, I to the port must move.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>To him</i> <span class="smcap">Valeria</span> <i>attended.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Porphyrius, now my joy I may express,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor longer hide the love I must possess.</span> + <span class="i0">Should I have staid till marriage made us one,</span> + <span class="i0">You might have thought it was by duty done;</span> + <span class="i0">But of my heart I now a present make;</span> + <span class="i0">And give it you, ere it be yours to take.</span> + <span class="i0">Accept it as when early fruit we send;</span> + <span class="i0">And let the rareness the small gift commend.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Great monarchs, like your father, often give</span> + <span class="i0">What is above a subject to receive.</span> + <span class="i0">But faithful officers should countermand</span> + <span class="i0">And stop the gift, that passes through their hand;</span> + <span class="i0">And to their prince that mass of wealth restore,</span> + <span class="i0">Which, lavished thus, would make whole nations poor.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> But to this gift a double right you have:</span> + <span class="i0">My father gives but what before I gave.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> In vain you such unequal presents make,</span> + <span class="i0">Which I still want capacity to take.</span> + <span class="i0">Such fatal bounty once the Gauls did show;</span> + <span class="i0">They threw their rings, but threw their targets too.</span> + <span class="i0">Bounty, so placed, does more like ruin look;</span> + <span class="i0">You pour the ocean on a narrow brook.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Yet, if your love before prepares a boat,</span> + <span class="i0">The stream so poured, drowns not, but makes it float.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> But when the vessel is on quicksands cast,</span> + <span class="i0">The flowing tide does more the sinking haste.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> And on what quicksands can your heart be thrown?</span> + <span class="i0">Can you a love besides Valeria's own?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> If he who at your feet his heart would lay,</span> + <span class="i0">Be met with first, and robbed upon the way,</span> + <span class="i0">You may indeed the robber's strength accuse,</span> + <span class="i0">But pardon him, who did the present lose.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Who is this thief, that does my right possess?</span> + <span class="i0">Name her, and then we of her strength may guess.—</span> + <span class="i0">From whence does your unwonted silence come?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> She bound and gagged me, and has left me dumb.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> But of my wrongs I will aloud complain.</span> + <span class="i0">False man, thou wouldst excuse thyself in vain;</span> + <span class="i0">For thee I did a maiden's blush forsake;</span> + <span class="i0">And owned a love thou hast refused to take.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[385]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Refused it!—like a miser, midst his store,</span> + <span class="i0">Who grasps and grasps, till he can hold no more;</span> + <span class="i0">And when his strength is wanting to his mind,</span> + <span class="i0">Looks back, and sighs on what he left behind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> No, I resume that heart thou didst possess;</span> + <span class="i0">My father shall my injuries redress:</span> + <span class="i0">With me thou losest his imperial crown,</span> + <span class="i0">And speedy death attends upon his frown.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> You may revenge your wrongs a nobler way;</span> + <span class="i0">Command my death, and I will soon obey.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> No, live! for, on thy life my cure depends:</span> + <span class="i0">In debtors' deaths all obligation ends:</span> + <span class="i0">'Twill be some ease ungrateful thee to call;</span> + <span class="i0">And, bankrupt-like, say, trusting him lost all.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Upbraided thus, what generous man would live!</span> + <span class="i0">But fortune will revenge what you forgive.</span> + <span class="i0">When I refuse, (as in few hours I must)</span> + <span class="i0">This offered grace, your father will be just.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Be just! say rather he will cruel prove,</span> + <span class="i0">To kill that only person I can love.</span> + <span class="i0">Yet so it is!——</span> + <span class="i0">Your interest in the army is so high,</span> + <span class="i0">That he must make you his, or you must die.</span> + <span class="i0">It is resolved! whoe'er my rival be,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside, after a pause.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">I'll show that I deserve him more than she;</span> + <span class="i0">And if, at last, he does ungrateful prove,</span> + <span class="i0">My constancy itself rewards my love.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> She's gone, and, gazing round about, I see</span> + <span class="i0">Nothing but death, or glorious misery;</span> + <span class="i0">Here empire stands, if I could love displace;</span> + <span class="i0">There, hopeless love, with more imperial grace;</span> + <span class="i0">Thus, as a sinking hero, compassed round.</span> + <span class="i0">Beckons his bravest foe for his last wound,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[386]</a></span> + <span class="i0">And him into his part of fame does call,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll turn my face to love, and there I'll fall.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>To him</i> <span class="smcap">Berenice</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Erotion.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> I come, Porphyrius, to congratulate</span> + <span class="i0">This happy change of your exalted fate:</span> + <span class="i0">You to the empire are, I hear, designed;</span> + <span class="i0">And fair Valeria must the alliance bind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Would heaven had my succession so decreed,</span> + <span class="i0">That I in all might Maximin succeed!</span> + <span class="i0">He offers me the imperial crown, 'tis true:</span> + <span class="i0">I would succeed him, but it is in you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> In me! I never did accept your love:</span> + <span class="i0">But you, I see, would handsomely remove;</span> + <span class="i0">And I can give you leave, without a frown:</span> + <span class="i0">I always thought you merited a crown.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> I never sought that crown but on your brow;</span> + <span class="i0">But you with such indifference would allow</span> + <span class="i0">My change, that you have killed me with that breath;</span> + <span class="i0">I feel your scorn cold as the hand of death.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> You'll come to life in your Valeria's arms.</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis true, I cannot boast of equal charms;</span> + <span class="i0">Or, if I could, I never did admit</span> + <span class="i0">Your love to me, but only suffered it.</span> + <span class="i0">I am a wife, and can make no return;</span> + <span class="i0">And 'twere but vain in hopeless fires to burn.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Unkind! can you, whom only I adore,</span> + <span class="i0">Set open to your slave the prison-door?</span> + <span class="i0">You use my heart just as you would afford</span> + <span class="i0">A fatal freedom to some harmless bird,</span> + <span class="i0">Whom, breeding, you ne'er taught to seek its food;</span> + <span class="i0">And now let fly to perish in the wood.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Then, if you will love on, and disobey,</span> + <span class="i0">And lose an empire for my sake, you may.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[387]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Will a kind look from me pay all this score,</span> + <span class="i0">For you well know you must expect no more?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> All I deserve it will, not all I wish:</span> + <span class="i0">But I will brave the tyrant's rage for this.</span> + <span class="i0">If I refuse, my death must needs ensue;</span> + <span class="i0">But you shall see that I dare die for you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Would you, for me,</span> + <span class="i0">A beauty, and an empire too deny?</span> + <span class="i0">I love you now so well—that you shall die.</span> + <span class="i0">Die mine! 'tis all I can, with honour, give:</span> + <span class="i0">Nor should you die, if after, I would live.</span> + <span class="i0">But when your marriage and your death I view,</span> + <span class="i0">That, makes you false, but this will keep you true.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Unbind thy brows, and look abroad to see,</span> + <span class="i0">O mighty love, thy mightiest victory!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> And yet——is there no other way to try?</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis hard to say I love, and let you die.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Yes, there remains some help which you might give,</span> + <span class="i0">If you, as I would die for love, would live.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> If death for love be sweet, sure life is more:</span> + <span class="i0">Teach me the means your safety to restore.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Your tyrant the Egyptian princess loves;</span> + <span class="i0">And to that height his swelling passion moves,</span> + <span class="i0">That, fearing in your death the soldiers' force,</span> + <span class="i0">He from your bed does study a divorce.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> The Egyptian princess I disputing heard,</span> + <span class="i0">And as a miracle her mind regard.</span> + <span class="i0">But yet I wish that this divorce be true.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Gives her hand.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> 'Tis, madam, but it must be sought by you.</span> + <span class="i0">By this he will all mutinies prevent;</span> + <span class="i0">And this as well secures your own content.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> I hate this tyrant, and his bed I loath;</span> + <span class="i0">But, once submitting, I am tied to both:</span> + <span class="i0">Tied to that honour, which all women owe,</span> + <span class="i0">Though not their husband's person, yet their vow.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[388]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Something so sacred in that bond there is,</span> + <span class="i0">That none should think there could be aught amiss:</span> + <span class="i0">And if there be, we should in silence hide</span> + <span class="i0">Those faults, which blame our choice, when they are spied.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> But, since to all the world his crimes are known.</span> + <span class="i0">And by himself the civil war's begun,</span> + <span class="i0">Would you the advantage of the fight delay,</span> + <span class="i0">If, striking first, you were to win the day?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> I would, like Jews upon their sabbath, fall;</span> + <span class="i0">And, rather than strike first, not strike at all.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Against yourself you sadly prophecy:</span> + <span class="i0">You either this divorce must seek, or die.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> Then death from all my griefs shall set me free.</p> + +<p><i>Por.</i> And would you rather chuse your death, than me?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> My earthly part——</span> + <span class="i0">Which is my tyrant's right, death will remove;</span> + <span class="i0">I'll come all soul and spirit to your love.</span> + <span class="i0">With silent steps I'll follow you all day,</span> + <span class="i0">Or else before you, in the sun beams, play:</span> + <span class="i0">I'll lead you thence to melancholy groves,</span> + <span class="i0">And there repeat the scenes of our past loves:</span> + <span class="i0">At night, I will within your curtains peep;</span> + <span class="i0">With empty arms embrace you while you sleep:</span> + <span class="i0">In gentle dreams I often will be by,</span> + <span class="i0">And sweep along before your closing eye:</span> + <span class="i0">All dangers from your bed I will remove;</span> + <span class="i0">But guard it most from any future love:</span> + <span class="i0">And when, at last, in pity, you will die,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll watch your birth of immortality:</span> + <span class="i0">Then, turtle-like, I'll to my mate repair,</span> + <span class="i0">And teach you your first flight in open air.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Berenice</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Eration.</span></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[389]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> She has but done what honour did require;</span> + <span class="i0">Nor can I blame that love, which I admire.</span> + <span class="i0">But then her death!</span> + <span class="i0">I'll stand betwixt, it first shall pierce my heart:</span> + <span class="i0">We will be stuck together on his dart.</span> + <span class="i0">But yet the danger not so high does grow:</span> + <span class="i0">I'll charge death first, perhaps repulse him too.</span> + <span class="i0">But if, o'erpowered, I must be overcome,</span> + <span class="i0">Forced back, I'll fight each inch into my tomb.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT IV.</h3> + +<p class="center"><b>SCENE I.—<i>An Indian cave.</i></b></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Placidius</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nigrinus</span>. <span class="smcap">Nigrinus</span>, <i>with +two drawn swords, held upward in his hands.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> All other means have failed to move her heart;</span> + <span class="i0">Our last resource is, therefore, to your art.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Nig.</i> Of wars, and bloodshed, and of dire events,</span> + <span class="i0">Of fates, and fighting kings, their instruments,</span> + <span class="i0">I could with greater certainty foretell;</span> + <span class="i0">Love only does in doubts and darkness dwell.</span> + <span class="i0">For, like a wind, it in no quarter stays,</span> + <span class="i0">But points and veers each hour a thousand ways.</span> + <span class="i0">On women love depends, and they on will;</span> + <span class="i0">Chance turns their orb, while destiny sits still.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Leave nothing unattempted in your power:</span> + <span class="i0">Remember you oblige an emperor.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Nig.</i> An earthy fiend by compact me obeys;</span> + <span class="i0">But him to light intents I must not raise.</span> + <span class="i0">Some astral forms I must invoke by prayer,</span> + <span class="i0">Framed all of purest atoms of the air;</span> + <span class="i0">Not in their natures simply good or ill;</span> + <span class="i0">But most subservient to bad spirits' will,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[390]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Nakar of these does lead the mighty band,</span> + <span class="i0">For eighty legions move at his command:</span> + <span class="i0">Gentle to all, but, far above the rest,</span> + <span class="i0">Mild Nakar loves his soft Damilcar best.</span> + <span class="i0">In airy chariots they together ride,</span> + <span class="i0">And sip the dew as through the clouds they glide:</span> + <span class="i0">These are the spirits, which in love have power.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> Haste, and invoke them in a happy hour.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Nig.</i> And so it proves: For, counting seven from noon,</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis Venus' hour, and in the waxing moon,</span> + <span class="i0">With chalk I first describe a circle here,</span> + <span class="i0">Where these etherial spirits must appear.</span> + <span class="i0">Come in, come in; for here they will be strait:</span> + <span class="i0">Around, around, the place I fumigate:</span> + <span class="i0">My fumigation is to Venus just:</span> + <span class="i0">The souls of roses, and red coral's dust;</span> + <span class="i0">A lump of Sperma Ceti; and to these</span> + <span class="i0">The stalks and chips of Lignum Aloes;</span> + <span class="i0">And, last, to make my fumigation good,</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis mixt with sparrows' brains, and pigeons' blood.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Nigrinus</span> <i>takes up the swords.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">They come, they come, they come! I hear them now.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> A death-like damp sits cold upon my brow,</span> + <span class="i0">And misty vapours swim before my sight.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Nig.</i> They come not in a shape to cause your fright.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Nakar</span> and <span class="smcap">Damilcar</span> descend in clouds, and sing,</p> + +<p>Nakar. <i>Hark, my Damilcar, we are called below!</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Dam. <i>Let us go, let us go!</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Go to relieve the care</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Of longing lovers in despair!</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nakar. <i>Merry, merry, merry, we sail from the east,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Half tippled at a rainbow feast.</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[391]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Dam. <i>In the bright moonshine while winds whistle loud,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Tivy, tivy, tivy, we mount and we fly,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>All racking along in a downy white cloud:</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And lest our leap from the sky should prove too far,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>We slide on the back of a new-falling star.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nakar. <i>And drop from above</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>In a jelly of love!</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Dam. <i>But now the sun's down, and the element's red,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>The spirits of fire against us make head!</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nakar. <i>They muster, they muster, like gnats in the air:</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Alas! I must leave thee, my fair;</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And to my light horse-men repair.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Dam. <i>O stay, for you need not to fear them to-night;</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>The wind is for us, and blows full in their sight:</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And o'er the wide ocean we fight!</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Like leaves in the autumn our foes will fall down;</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And hiss in the water.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Both. <i>And hiss in the water, and drown!</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nakar. <i>But their men lie securely intrenched in a cloud,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And a trumpeter-hornet to battle sounds loud.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Dam. <i>Now mortals that spy</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>How we tilt in the sky,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>With wonder will gaze;</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And fear such events as will ne'er come to pass.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Nakar. <i>Stay you to perform what the men will have done.</i></p> + +<p>Dam. <i>Then call me again when the battle is won.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Both. <i>So ready and quick is a spirit of air</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>To pity the lover, and succour the fair,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>That, silent and swift, the little soft god</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Is here with a wish, and is gone with a nod.</i></span> + <span class="rightalign">[The clouds part, <span class="smcap">Nakar</span> flies up, and <span class="smcap">Damilcar</span> down.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[392]</a></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Nig.</i> I charge thee, spirit, stay; and by the power</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Damilcar</span>.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Of Nakar's love, and of this holy wand,</span> + <span class="i0">On the north quarter of my circle stand,</span> + <span class="i0">(Seven foot around for my defence I take.)</span> + <span class="i0">To all my questions faithful answers make!</span> + <span class="i0">So mayest thou live thy thousand years in peace,</span> + <span class="i0">And see thy airy progeny increase:</span> + <span class="i0">So mayest thou still continue young and fair,</span> + <span class="i0">Fed by the blast of pure ętherial air,</span> + <span class="i0">And, thy full term expired, without all pain,</span> + <span class="i0">Dissolve into thy astral source again.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dam.</i> Name not my hated rival Gemory,</span> + <span class="i0">And I'll speak true whate'er thy questions be.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Nig.</i> Thy rival's hated name I will refrain:</span> + <span class="i0">Speak, shall the emperor his love obtain?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dam.</i> Few hours shall pass before your emperor shall be</span> + <span class="i0">Possessed of that he loves, or from that love be free.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> Shall I enjoy that beauty I adore?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dam.</i> She, suppliant-like, ere long, thy succour shall implore:</span> + <span class="i0">And thou with her thou lovest in happiness may'st live,</span> + <span class="i0">If she not dies before, who all thy joys can give.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Nig.</i> Say, what does the Egyptian princess now?</p> + +<p><i>Dam.</i> A gentle slumber sits upon her brow.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Nig.</i> Go, stand before her in a golden dream:</span> + <span class="i0">Set all the pleasures of the world to shew,</span> + <span class="i0">And in vain joys let her loose spirit flow.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dam.</i> Twice fifty tents remove her from your sight,</span> + <span class="i0">But I'll cut through them all with rays of light;</span> + <span class="i0">And covering other objects to your eyes,</span> + <span class="i0">Shew where entranced in silent sleep she lies.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[393]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Damilcar</span> <i>stamps, and the bed arises with St</i> +<span class="smcap">Catharine</span> <i>in it.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Damilcar</span> singing.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>You pleasing dreams of love and sweet delight,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Appear before this slumbering virgins sight:</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Soft visions set her free</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>From mournful piety.</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Let her sad thoughts from heaven retire;</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And let the melancholy love</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Of those remoter joys above</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Give place to your more sprightly fire.</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Let purling streams be in her fancy seen;</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And flowery meads, and vales of chearful green:</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And in the midst of deathless groves</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Soft sighing wishes lie,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And smiling hopes fast by,</i></span> + <span class="i0"><i>And just beyond them ever-laughing loves.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Scene</span> <i>of a Paradise is discovered.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Some pleasing objects do her mind employ;</span> + <span class="i0">For on her face I read a wandering joy.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><br />SONG.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Dam.<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ah how sweet it is to love!</i></span></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Ah how gay is young desire!</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>And what pleasing pains we prove</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>When we first approach love's fire!</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Pains of love be sweeter far</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Than all other pleasures are.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i3"><i>Sighs, which are from lovers blown,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Do but gently heave the heart:</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[394]</a></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Even the tears they shed alone,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Cure, like trickling balm, their smart.</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Lovers when they lose their breath,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Bleed away in easy death.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i3"><i>Love and time with reverence use,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Treat them like a parting friend:</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Nor the golden gifts refuse,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Which in youth sincere they send:</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>For each year their price is more,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>And they less simple than before.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i3"><i>Love, like spring-tides full and high,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Swells in every youthful vein;</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>But each tide does less supply,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>Till they quite shrink in again:</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>If a flow in age appear,</i></span> + <span class="i3"><i>'Tis but rain, and runs not clear.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<blockquote><p><i>At the end of the Song a Dance of Spirits. After +which</i> <span class="smcap">Amariel</span>, <i>the Guardian-Angel of St</i> <span class="smcap">Catharine</span>, <i>descends to soft +music, with a flaming sword. The spirits crawl off the stage amazedly, +and</i> <span class="smcap">Damilcar</span> <i>runs to a corner of it.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Amar.</i> From the bright empire of eternal day,</span> + <span class="i0">Where waiting minds for heaven's commission stay,</span> + <span class="i0">Amariel flies: A darted mandate came</span> + <span class="i0">From that great will which moves this mighty frame;</span> + <span class="i0">Bid me to thee, my royal charge, repair,</span> + <span class="i0">To guard thee from the dęmons of the air;</span> + <span class="i0">My flaming sword above them to display,</span> + <span class="i0">(All keen, and ground upon the edge of day;)</span> + <span class="i0">The flat to sweep the visions from thy mind,</span> + <span class="i0">The edge to cut them through that stay behind.</span> + <span class="i0">Vain spirits, you, that, shunning heaven's high noon,</span> + <span class="i0">Swarm here beneath the concave of the moon,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[395]</a></span> + <span class="i0">What folly, or what rage, your duty blinds,</span> + <span class="i0">To violate the sleep of holy minds?</span> + <span class="i0">Hence, to the task assigned you here below!</span> + <span class="i0">Upon the ocean make loud tempests blow;</span> + <span class="i0">Into the wombs of hollow clouds repair,</span> + <span class="i0">And crush out thunder from the bladdered air;</span> + <span class="i0">From pointed sun-beams take the mists they drew,</span> + <span class="i0">And scatter them again in pearly dew;</span> + <span class="i0">And of the bigger drops they drain below,</span> + <span class="i0">Some mould in hail, and others stamp in snow.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dam.</i> Mercy, bright spirit! I already feel</span> + <span class="i0">The piercing edge of thy immortal steel:</span> + <span class="i0">Thou, prince of day, from elements art free;</span> + <span class="i0">And I all body when compared to thee.</span> + <span class="i0">Thou tread'st the abyss of light,</span> + <span class="i0">And where it streams with open eyes canst go:</span> + <span class="i0">We wander in the fields of air below,</span> + <span class="i0">Changelings and fools of heaven; and thence shut out,</span> + <span class="i0">Wildly we roam in discontent about:</span> + <span class="i0">Gross heavy-fed, next man in ignorance and sin,</span> + <span class="i0">And spotted all without, and dusky all within.</span> + <span class="i0">Without thy sword I perish by thy sight;</span> + <span class="i0">I reel, and stagger, and am drunk with light.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Amar.</i> If e'er again thou on this place art found,</span> + <span class="i0">Full fifty years I'll chain thee under ground;</span> + <span class="i0">The damps of earth shall be thy daily food,</span> + <span class="i0">All swoln and bloated like a dungeon toad:</span> + <span class="i0">And when thou shalt be freed, yet thou shalt lie</span> + <span class="i0">Gasping upon the ground, too faint to fly,</span> + <span class="i0">And lag below thy fellows in the sky.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Dam.</i> O pardon, pardon this accursed deed,</span> + <span class="i0">And I no more on magic fumes will feed,</span> + <span class="i0">Which drew me hither by their powerful steams.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Amar.</i> Go expiate thy guilt in holy dreams.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Dam.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[Pg 396]</a></span> + <span class="i0">But thou, sweet saint, henceforth disturb no more</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">S. Cath.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">With dreams not thine, thy thoughts to heaven restore.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>The Angel ascends, and the scene shuts.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Nig.</i> Some holy being does invade this place,</span> + <span class="i0">And from their duty does my spirits chase.</span> + <span class="i0">I dare no longer near it make abode:</span> + <span class="i0">No charms prevail against the Christians' God.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> How doubtfully these spectres fate foretell!</span> + <span class="i0">In double sense, and twilight truth they dwell:</span> + <span class="i0">Like fawning courtiers for success they wait,</span> + <span class="i0">And then come smiling, and declare for fate.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span>, <i>attended by</i> +<span class="smcap">Valerius</span> <i>and guards</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">But see, the tyrant and my rival come:</span> + <span class="i0">I, like the fiends, will flatter in his doom:</span> + <span class="i0">None but a fool distasteful truth will tell,</span> + <span class="i0">So it be new and please, 'tis full as well.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Plac.</span> <i>whispers with the Emperor, who seems pleased.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> You charm me with your news, which I'll reward;</span> + <span class="i0">By hopes we are for coming joys prepared:</span> + <span class="i0">Possess her love, or from that love be free;—</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven speaks me fair: If she as kind can prove,</span> + <span class="i0">I shall possess, but never quit my love.</span> + <span class="i0">Go, tell me when she wakes.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Plac.</span></span> + </div> +</div> +<p class="center">[<span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span> <i>seems to beg something of him.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">—Porphyrius, no;</span> + <span class="i0">She has refused, and I will keep my vow.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> For your own sake your cruel vow defer;</span> + <span class="i0">The time's unsafe, your enemies are near,</span> + <span class="i0">And to displease your men when they should fight—</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> My looks alone my enemies will fright;</span> + <span class="i0">And o'er my men I'll set my careful spies,</span> + <span class="i0">To watch rebellion in their very eyes.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[397]</a></span> + <span class="i0">To watch rebellion in their very eyes.</span> + <span class="i0">No more, I cannot bear the least reply.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Yet, tyrant, thou shalt perish ere she die.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Valeria.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Valeria here! how fortune treats me still</span> + <span class="i0">With various harms, magnificently ill!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max</i>. Valeria, I was sending to your tent,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Val.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">But my commands your presence does prevent.</span> + <span class="i0">This is the hour, wherein the priest shall join</span> + <span class="i0">Your holy loves, and make Porphyrius mine.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Now hold, my heart! and Venus I implore,</span> + <span class="i0">Be judge if she he loves deserves him more.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside</i>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Past hope! and all in vain I would preserve</span> + <span class="i0">My life, not for myself, but her I serve.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside</i>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> I come, great sir, your justice to demand.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To the Emperor.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> You cannot doubt it from a father's hand.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Sir, I confess, before her suit be known;</span> + <span class="i0">And by myself condemned, my crime I own.</span> + <span class="i0">I have refused.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Peace, peace, while I confess</span> + <span class="i0">I have refused thee for unworthiness.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> I am amazed.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> What riddles do you use?</span> + <span class="i0">Dare either of you my commands refuse?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Yes, I dare own, howe'er 'twas wisely done</span> + <span class="i0">To adopt so mean a person for your son,</span> + <span class="i0">So low you should not for your daughter chuse;</span> + <span class="i0">And, therefore, sir, this marriage I refuse.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> You liked the choice when first I thought, it fit.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> I had not then enough considered it.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> And you have now considered it too much:</span> + <span class="i0">Secrets of empire are not safe to touch.</span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[398]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Let not your mighty anger rise too high;</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis not Valeria merits it, but I:</span> + <span class="i0">My own unworthiness so well I knew,</span> + <span class="i0">That from her love I consciously withdrew.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Thus rather than endure the little shame</span> + <span class="i0">To be refused, you blast a virgin's name.</span> + <span class="i0">You to refuse, and I to be denied!</span> + <span class="i0">Learn more discretion, or be taught less pride.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> O heaven, in what a labyrinth am I led!</span> + <span class="i0">I could get out, but she detains the thread.</span> + <span class="i0">Now must I wander on, till I can see,</span> + <span class="i0">Whether her pity or revenge it be.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> With what child's anger do you think you play?</span> + <span class="i0">I'll punish both, if either disobey.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Since all the fault was mine, I am content,</span> + <span class="i0">Porphyrius should not share the punishment.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Blind that I was till now, that could not see</span> + <span class="i0">'Twas all the effect of generosity!</span> + <span class="i0">She loves me, even to suffer for my sake;</span> + <span class="i0">And on herself would my refusal take.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Children to serve their parents int'rest live;</span> + <span class="i0">Take heed what doom against yourself you give.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Val.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Since she must suffer, if I do not speak,</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis time the laws of decency to break.</span> + <span class="i0">She told me, sir, that she your choice approved,</span> + <span class="i0">And (though I blush to own it) said she loved;</span> + <span class="i0">Loved me desertless, who, with shame, confest</span> + <span class="i0">Another flame had seized upon my breast;</span> + <span class="i0">Which when, too late, the generous princess knew,</span> + <span class="i0">And feared your justice would my crime pursue,</span> + <span class="i0">Upon herself she makes the tempest fall,</span> + <span class="i0">And my refusal her contempt would call.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> He raves, sir, and, to cover my disdain,</span> + <span class="i0">Unhandsomely would his denial feign:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[399]</a></span> + <span class="i0">And, all means failing him, at last would try</span> + <span class="i0">To usurp the credit of a scorn, and die.</span> + <span class="i0">But, let him live: His punishment shall be</span> + <span class="i0">The grief his pride will bring for losing me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> You both obnoxious to my justice are;</span> + <span class="i0">And, daughter, you have not deserved my care.</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis my command you strictly guarded be,</span> + <span class="i0">Till your fantastic quarrel you agree.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> Sir—</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I'll not hear you speak, her crime is plain;</span> + <span class="i0">She owns her pride, which you perhaps may feign.</span> + <span class="i0">She shall be prisoner till she bend her mind</span> + <span class="i0">To that, which is for both of you designed.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Val.</i> You'll find it hard my free-born will to bound.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I'll find that power o'er wills, which heaven ne'er found.</span> + <span class="i0">Free-will's a cheat in any one but me;</span> + <span class="i0">In all but kings, 'tis willing slavery;</span> + <span class="i0">An unseen fate which forces the desire;</span> + <span class="i0">The will of puppets danced upon a wire.</span> + <span class="i0">A monarch is</span> + <span class="i0">The spirit of the world in every mind;</span> + <span class="i0">He may match wolves to lambs, and make it kind.</span> + <span class="i0">Mine is the business of your little fates;</span> + <span class="i0">And though you war, like petty wrangling states,</span> + <span class="i0">You're in my hand; and, when I bid you cease,</span> + <span class="i0">You shall be crushed together into peace.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Thus by the world my courage will be prized;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Seeming to scorn, who am, alas, despised:</span> + <span class="i0">Dying for love's, fulfilling honour's laws;</span> + <span class="i0">A secret martyr, while I own no cause.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Val</span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Porphyrius, stay; there's some thing I would hear:</span> + <span class="i0">You said you loved, and you must tell me where.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[400]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> All heaven is to my sole destruction bent.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> You would, it seems, have leisure to invent.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Her name in pity, sir, I must forbear,</span> + <span class="i0">Lest my offences you revenge on her.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> My promise for her life I do engage.</p> + +<p><i>Por.</i> Will that, sir, be remembered in your rage?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Speak, or your silence more my rage will move;</span> + <span class="i0">'Twill argue that you rival me in love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Can you believe that my ambitious flame</span> + <span class="i0">Should mount so high as Berenice's name?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Your guilt dares not approach what it would hide;</span> + <span class="i0">But draws me off, and (lapwing-like) flies wide.</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis not my wife, but mistress, you adore:</span> + <span class="i0">Though that affront, yet this offends me more.</span> + <span class="i0">Who courts my wife,</span> + <span class="i0">Does to my honour more injurious prove;</span> + <span class="i0">But he, who courts my mistress, wrongs my love.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> The Egyptian princess ne'er could move my heart.</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> You could not perish by a nobler dart.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Sir, I presume not beauties to compare;</span> + <span class="i0">But in my eyes my princess is as fair.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Your princess! then it seems, though you deny</span> + <span class="i0">Her name you love, you own her quality.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Though not by birth or title so, yet she,</span> + <span class="i0">Who rules my heart, a princess is to me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> No, no;</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis plain that word you unawares did use,</span> + <span class="i0">And told a truth which now you would excuse.</span> + <span class="i0">Besides my wife and mistress, here are none,</span> + <span class="i0">Who can the title of a princess own.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> There is one more,</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[401]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Your daughter, sir: Let that your doubt remove.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> But she is not that princess whom you love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> I named not love, though it might doubtful seem:</span> + <span class="i0">She's fair, and is that princess I esteem.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Go, and to passion your esteem improve,</span> + <span class="i0">While I command her to receive your love.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Por.</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">St Catharine.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> I come not now, as captive to your power,</span> + <span class="i0">To beg; but as high heaven's ambassador,</span> + <span class="i0">The laws of my religion to fulfil:</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven sends me to return you good for ill.</span> + <span class="i0">Your empress to your love I would restore,</span> + <span class="i0">And to your mind the peace it had before.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> While in another's name you peace declare,</span> + <span class="i0">Princess, you in your own proclaim a war.</span> + <span class="i0">Your too great power does your design oppose;</span> + <span class="i0">You make those breaches which you strive to close.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> That little beauty, which too much you prize,</span> + <span class="i0">Seeks not to move your heart, or draw your eyes:</span> + <span class="i0">Your love to Berenice is due alone;</span> + <span class="i0">Love, like that power which I adore, is one.</span> + <span class="i0">When fixed to one, it safe at anchor rides,</span> + <span class="i0">And dares the fury of the winds and tides;</span> + <span class="i0">But losing once that hold, to the wide ocean borne.</span> + <span class="i0">It drives away at will, to every wave a scorn.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> If to new persons I my love apply,</span> + <span class="i0">The stars and nature are in fault, not I:</span> + <span class="i0">My loves are like my old prętorian bands,</span> + <span class="i0">Whose arbitrary power their prince commands:</span> + <span class="i0">I can no more make passion come or go,</span> + <span class="i0">Than you can bid your Nilus ebb or flow.</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis lawless, and will love, and where it list;</span> + <span class="i0">And that's no sin, which no man can resist:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[402]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Those who impute it to me as a crime,</span> + <span class="i0">Would make a god of me before my time.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> A god indeed, after the Roman stile,</span> + <span class="i0">An eagle mounting from a kindled pile:</span> + <span class="i0">But you may make yourself a god below;</span> + <span class="i0">For kings, who rule their own desires, are so.</span> + <span class="i0">You roam about, and never are at rest,</span> + <span class="i0">By new desires, that is, new torments, still possest;</span> + <span class="i0">Qualmish and loathing all you had before,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet with a sickly appetite to more:</span> + <span class="i0">As in a feverish dream you still drink on,</span> + <span class="i0">And wonder why your thirst is never gone;</span> + <span class="i0">Love, like a ghostly vision, haunts your mind,</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis still before you what you left behind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> How can I help those faults which nature made?</span> + <span class="i0">My appetite is sickly and decayed,</span> + <span class="i0">And you forbid me change, the sick man's ease!</span> + <span class="i0">Who cannot cure, must humour his disease.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Your mind should first the remedy begin;</span> + <span class="i0">You seek without the cure that is within.</span> + <span class="i0">The vain experiments you make each day,</span> + <span class="i0">To find content, still finding it decay,</span> + <span class="i0">Without attempting more, should let you see,</span> + <span class="i0">That you have sought it where it ne'er could be.</span> + <span class="i0">But when you place your joys on things above,</span> + <span class="i0">You fix the wandering planet of your love:</span> + <span class="i0">Thence you may see</span> + <span class="i0">Poor human kind, all dazed in open day,</span> + <span class="i0">Err after bliss, and blindly miss their way:</span> + <span class="i0">The greatest happiness a prince can know,</span> + <span class="i0">Is to love heaven above, do good below.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>To them</i> <span class="smcap">Berenice</span> <i>and Attendants.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> That happiness may Berenice find,</span> + <span class="i0">Leaving these empty joys of earth behind;</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[403]</a></span> + <span class="i0">And this frail being, where so short a while</span> + <span class="i0">The unfortunate lament, and prosperous smile.</span> + <span class="i0">Yet a few days, and those which now appear</span> + <span class="i0">In youth and beauty like the blooming year,</span> + <span class="i0">In life's swift scene shall change; and cares shall come,</span> + <span class="i0">And heavy age, and death's relentless doom.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Yet man, by pleasures, seeks that fate which he would shun;</span> + <span class="i0">And, sucked in by the stream, does to the whirlpool run.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> How, madam, are you to new ways inclined?</span> + <span class="i0">I fear the Christian sect perverts your mind.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Ber.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Yes, tyrant, know, that I their faith embrace,</span> + <span class="i0">And own it in the midst of my disgrace;</span> + <span class="i0">That faith, which, abject as it seems to thee,</span> + <span class="i0">Is nobler than thy purple pageantry;</span> + <span class="i0">A faith, which still with nature is at strife,</span> + <span class="i0">And looks beyond it to a future life;</span> + <span class="i0">A faith, which vicious souls abhor and fear,</span> + <span class="i0">Because it shows eternity too near:</span> + <span class="i0">And therefore every one,</span> + <span class="i0">With seeming scorn of it the rest deceives;</span> + <span class="i0">All joining not to own what each believes.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> O happy queen! whom power leads not astray,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor youth's more powerful blandishments betray.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Your arguments my reason first inclined,</span> + <span class="i0">And then your bright example fixed my mind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> With what a holy empress am I blest!</span> + <span class="i0">What scorn of earth dwells in her heavenly breast!</span> + <span class="i0">My crown's too mean; but He, whom you adore,</span> + <span class="i0">Has one more bright, of martyrdom, in store.</span> + <span class="i0">She dies, and I am from the envy freed:</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">She has, I thank her, her own death decreed.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[404]</a></span> + <span class="i0">No soldier now will in her rescue stir;</span> + <span class="i0">Her death is but in complaisance to her.</span> + <span class="i0">I'll haste to gratify her holy will;—</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven grant her zeal may but continue still!</span> + <span class="i0">Tribune, a guard to seize the empress strait;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Val.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Secure her person prisoner to the state.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Max.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> [<i>going to her.</i>] Madam, believe 'tis with regret I come,</span> + <span class="i0">To execute my angry prince's doom.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> What is it I behold! Tribune, from whence</span> + <span class="i0">Proceeds this more than barbarous insolence?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Val.</i> Sir, I perform the emperor's commands.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Villain, hold off thy sacrilegious hands,</span> + <span class="i0">Or, by the gods—retire without reply;</span> + <span class="i0">And, if he asks who bid thee, say 'twas I.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Val.</span> <i>retires to a distance.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Too generously your safety you expose,</span> + <span class="i0">To save one moment her, whom you must lose.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> 'Twixt you and death ten thousand lives there stand;</span> + <span class="i0">Have courage, madam; the prętorian band</span> + <span class="i0">Will all oppose your tyrant's cruelty.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> And I have heaven implored she may not die:</span> + <span class="i0">As some to witness truth heaven's call obey,</span> + <span class="i0">So some on earth must, to confirm it, stay.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> What faith, what witness, is it that you name?</p> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> Knowing what she believes, my faith's the same.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> How am I crossed, what way soe'er I go!</span> + <span class="i0">To the unlucky every thing is so.</span> + <span class="i0">Now, fortune, thou hast shown thy utmost spite;</span> + <span class="i0">The soldiers will not for a Christian fight:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[405]</a></span> + <span class="i0">And, madam, all that I can promise now,</span> + <span class="i0">Is but to die, before death reaches you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Now death draws near, a strange perplexity</span> + <span class="i0">Creeps coldly on me, like a fear to die:</span> + <span class="i0">Courage uncertain dangers may abate;</span> + <span class="i0">But who can bear the approach of certain fate?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> The wisest and the best some fear may show,</span> + <span class="i0">And wish to stay, though they resolve to go.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> As some faint pilgrim, standing on the shore,</span> + <span class="i0">First views the torrent he would venture o'er;</span> + <span class="i0">And then his inn upon the farther ground,</span> + <span class="i0">Loth to wade through, and lother to go round;</span> + <span class="i0">Then dipping in his staff, does trial make</span> + <span class="i0">How deep it is, and, sighing, pulls it back;</span> + <span class="i0">Sometimes resolved to fetch his leap, and then</span> + <span class="i0">Runs to the bank, but there stops short again;</span> + <span class="i0">So I at once</span> + <span class="i0">Both heavenly faith and human fear obey,</span> + <span class="i0">And feel before me in an unknown way.</span> + <span class="i0">For this blest voyage I with joy prepare,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet am ashamed to be a stranger there.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> You are not yet enough prepared to die;</span> + <span class="i0">Earth hangs too heavy for your soul to fly.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> One way (and heaven, I hope, inspires my mind)</span> + <span class="i0">I for your safety in this strait can find;</span> + <span class="i0">But this fair queen must further my intent.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>S. Cath.</i> Name any way your reason can invent.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> to <i>Ber.</i> Though your religion (which I cannot blame,</span> + <span class="i0">Because my secret soul avows the same)</span> + <span class="i0">Has made your life a forfeit to the laws,</span> + <span class="i0">The tyrant's new-born passion is the cause.</span> + <span class="i0">Were this bright princess once removed away,</span> + <span class="i0">Wanting the food, the flame would soon decay;</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[406]</a></span> + <span class="i0">And I'll prepare a faithful guard this night</span> + <span class="i0">To attend her person, and secure her flight.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> to <i>S. Cath.</i> By this way I shall both from death be freed,</span> + <span class="i0">And you unforced to any wicked deed.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Madam, my thoughts are with themselves at strife,</span> + <span class="i0">And heaven can witness how I prize your life;</span> + <span class="i0">But 'tis a doubtful conflict I must try,</span> + <span class="i0">Betwixt my pity and my piety:</span> + <span class="i0">Staying, your precious life I must expose;</span> + <span class="i0">Going, my crown of martyrdom I lose.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Your equal choice when heaven does thus divide,</span> + <span class="i0">You should, like heaven, still lean on mercy's side.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> The will of heaven, judged by a private breast,</span> + <span class="i0">Is often what's our private interest;</span> + <span class="i0">And therefore those, who would that will obey,</span> + <span class="i0">Without their interest must their duty weigh.</span> + <span class="i0">As for myself, I do not life despise,</span> + <span class="i0">But as the greatest gift of nature prize.</span> + <span class="i0">My sex is weak, my fears of death are strong,</span> + <span class="i0">And whate'er is, its being would prolong.</span> + <span class="i0">Were there no sting in death, for me to die,</span> + <span class="i0">Would not be conquest, but stupidity;</span> + <span class="i0">But if vain honour can confirm the soul,</span> + <span class="i0">And sense of shame the fear of death controul;</span> + <span class="i0">How much more then should faith uphold the mind,</span> + <span class="i0">Which, showing death, shows future life behind?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Of death's contempt heroic proofs you give;</span> + <span class="i0">But, madam, let my weaker virtue live.</span> + <span class="i0">Your faith may bid you your own life resign;</span> + <span class="i0">But not when yours must be involved with mine.</span> + <span class="i0">Since then you do not think me fit to die,</span> + <span class="i0">Ah, how can you that life I beg deny!</span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[407]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Heaven does in this my greatest trial make,</span> + <span class="i0">When I, for it, the care of you forsake;</span> + <span class="i0">But I am placed, as on a theatre,</span> + <span class="i0">Where all my acts to all mankind appear,</span> + <span class="i0">To imitate my constancy or fear:</span> + <span class="i0">Then, madam, judge what course I should pursue,</span> + <span class="i0">When I must either heaven forsake, or you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Were saving Berenice's life a sin,</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven had shut up your flight from Maximin.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Thus with short plummets heaven's deep will we sound,</span> + <span class="i0">That vast abyss where human wit is drowned!</span> + <span class="i0">In our small skiff we must not launch too far;</span> + <span class="i0">We here but coasters, not discoverers, are.</span> + <span class="i0">Faith's necessary rules are plain and few;</span> + <span class="i0">We many, and those needless, rules pursue:</span> + <span class="i0">Faith from our hearts into our heads we drive,</span> + <span class="i0">And make religion all contemplative.</span> + <span class="i0">You on heaven's will may witty glosses feign;</span> + <span class="i0">But that which I must practise here is plain:</span> + <span class="i0">If the All-great decree her life to spare,</span> + <span class="i0">He will the means, without my crime, prepare.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit St</i> <span class="smcap">Cath.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Yet there is one way left! it is decreed,</span> + <span class="i0">To save your life, that Maximin shall bleed;</span> + <span class="i0">'Midst all his guards I will his death pursue,</span> + <span class="i0">Or fall a sacrifice to love and you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> So great a fear of death I have not shown,</span> + <span class="i0">That I would shed his blood to save my own;</span> + <span class="i0">My fear is but from human frailty brought,</span> + <span class="i0">And never mingled with a wicked thought.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> 'Tis not a crime, since one of you must die,</span> + <span class="i0">Or is excused by the necessity.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> I cannot to a husband's death consent,</span> + <span class="i0">But, by revealing, will your crime prevent.</span> + <span class="i0">The horror of this deed</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[408]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Against the fear of death has armed my mind,</span> + <span class="i0">And now less guilt in him than you I find.</span> + <span class="i0">If I a tyrant did detest before,</span> + <span class="i0">I hate a rebel, and a traitor more:</span> + <span class="i0">Ungrateful man,</span> + <span class="i0">Remember whose successor thou art made,</span> + <span class="i0">And then thy benefactor's life invade.</span> + <span class="i0">Guards, to your charge I give your prisoner back,</span> + <span class="i0">And will from none but heaven my safety take.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit with</i> <span class="smcap">Valerius</span> <i>and Guards.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> [<i>Solus.</i>] 'Tis true, what she has often urged before,</span> + <span class="i0">He's both my father, and my emperor!</span> + <span class="i0">O honour, how can'st thou invent a way</span> + <span class="i0">To save my queen, and not my trust betray!</span> + <span class="i0">Unhappy I, that e'er he trusted me!</span> + <span class="i0">As well his guardian-angel may his murderer be.</span> + <span class="i0">And yet——let honour, faith, and virtue fly,</span> + <span class="i0">But let not love in Berenice die.</span> + <span class="i0">She lives!——</span> + <span class="i0">That's put beyond dispute, as firm as fate;</span> + <span class="i0">Honour and faith let argument debate.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Valerius</span> <i>talking, and Guards.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> 'Tis said, but I am loth to think it true,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Por.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">That my late orders were contemned by you:</span> + <span class="i0">That Berenice from her guards you freed.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> I did it, and I glory in the deed.</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> How, glory my commands to disobey!</p> + +<p><i>Por.</i> When those commands would your renown betray.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Who should be judge of that renown you name,</span> + <span class="i0">But I?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> Yes, I, and all who love your fame. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[409]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Porphyrius, your replies are insolent.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Sir, they are just, and for your service meant.</span> + <span class="i0">If for religion you our lives will take,</span> + <span class="i0">You do not the offenders find, but make.</span> + <span class="i0">All faiths are to their own believers just;</span> + <span class="i0">For none believe, because they will, but must.</span> + <span class="i0">Faith is a force from which there's no defence;</span> + <span class="i0">Because the reason it does first convince:</span> + <span class="i0">And reason conscience into fetters brings;</span> + <span class="i0">And conscience is without the power of kings.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Then conscience is a greater prince than I,</span> + <span class="i0">At whose each erring call a king may die!</span> + <span class="i0">Who conscience leaves to its own free command,</span> + <span class="i0">Puts the worst weapon in a rebel's hand.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Its empire, therefore, sir, should bounded be,</span> + <span class="i0">And, but in acts of its religion, free:</span> + <span class="i0">Those who ask civil power and conscience too,</span> + <span class="i0">Their monarch to his own destruction woo.</span> + <span class="i0">With needful arms let him secure his peace;</span> + <span class="i0">Then, that wild beast he safely may release.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I can forgive these liberties you take,</span> + <span class="i0">While but my counsellor yourself you make:</span> + <span class="i0">But you first act your sense, and then advise;</span> + <span class="i0">That is, at my expence you will be wise.</span> + <span class="i0">My wife I for religion do not kill;</span> + <span class="i0">But she shall die—because it is my will.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Sir, I acknowledge I too much have done,</span> + <span class="i0">And therefore merit not to be your son:</span> + <span class="i0">I render back the honours which you gave;</span> + <span class="i0">My liberty's the only gift I crave.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> You take too much——but, ere you lay it down,</span> + <span class="i0">Consider what you part with in a crown:</span> + <span class="i0">Monarchs of cares in policy complain,</span> + <span class="i0">Because they would be pitied, while they reign;</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[410]</a></span> + <span class="i0">For still the greater troubles they confess,</span> + <span class="i0">They know their pleasures will be envied less.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Those joys I neither envy nor admire;</span> + <span class="i0">But beg I from the troubles may retire.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> What soul is this which empire cannot stir!</span> + <span class="i0">Supine and tame as a philosopher!</span> + <span class="i0">Know then, thou wert adopted to a throne,</span> + <span class="i0">Not for thy sake so much as for my own.</span> + <span class="i0">My thoughts were once about thy death at strife;</span> + <span class="i0">And thy succession's thy reprieve for life.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> My life and death are still within your power;</span> + <span class="i0">But your succession I renounce this hour.</span> + <span class="i0">Upon a bloody throne I will not sit,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor share the guilt of crimes which you commit.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> If you are not my Cęsar, you must die.</p> + +<p><i>Por.</i> I take it as the nobler destiny.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I pity thee, and would thy faults forgive;</span> + <span class="i0">But, thus presuming on, thou canst not live.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Sir, with your throne your pity I restore;</span> + <span class="i0">I am your foe, nor will I use it more.</span> + <span class="i0">Now all my debts of gratitude are paid,</span> + <span class="i0">I cannot trusted be, nor you betrayed.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Is going.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Stay, stay! in threatening me to be my foe,</span> + <span class="i0">You give me warning to conclude you so.</span> + <span class="i0">Thou to succeed a monarch in his seat!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Placidius.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">No, fool, thou art too honest to be great!</span> + <span class="i0">Placidius, on your life this prisoner keep:</span> + <span class="i0">Our enmity shall end before I sleep.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> I still am ready, sir, whene'er you please,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Por.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">To do you such small services as these.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[411]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> The sight, with which my eyes shall first be fed,</span> + <span class="i0">Must be my empress' and this traitor's head.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Where'er thou stand'st, I'll level at that place</span> + <span class="i0">My gushing blood, and spout it at thy face.</span> + <span class="i0">Thus, not by marriage, we our blood will join;</span> + <span class="i0">Nay more, my arms shall throw my head at thine.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit guarded.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> There, go, adoption: I have now decreed,</span> + <span class="i0">That Maximin shall Maximin succeed:</span> + <span class="i0">Old as I am, in pleasures I will try</span> + <span class="i0">To waste an empire yet before I die:</span> + <span class="i0">Since life is fugitive, and will not stay,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll make it fly more pleasantly away.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3>ACT V. SCENE I.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Valeria</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Placidius.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> If, as you say, you silently have been</span> + <span class="i0">So long my lover, let my power be seen:</span> + <span class="i0">One hour's discourse before Porphyrius die,</span> + <span class="i0">Is all I ask, and you too may be by.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> I must not break</span> + <span class="i0">The order, which the emperor did sign.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Val.</i> Has then his hand more power with you than mine?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> This hand, if given, would far more powerful be</span> + <span class="i0">Than all the monarchs of the world to me:</span> + <span class="i0">But 'tis a bait which would my heart betray;</span> + <span class="i0">And, when I'm fast, will soon be snatched away.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> O say not so; for I shall ever be</span> + <span class="i0">Obliged to him, who once obliges me.</span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[412]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Madam, I'll wink, and favour the deceit;</span> + <span class="i0">But know, fair cozener, that I know the cheat:</span> + <span class="i0">Though to these eyes I nothing can refuse,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll not the merit of my ruin lose:</span> + <span class="i0">It is enough I see the hook, and bite;</span> + <span class="i0">But first I'll pay my death with my delight.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Kisses her hand, and exit.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> What can I hope from this sad interview?</span> + <span class="i0">And yet my brave design I will pursue.</span> + <span class="i0">By many signs I have my rival found;</span> + <span class="i0">But fortune him, as deep as me, does wound.</span> + <span class="i0">For, if he loves the empress, his sad fate</span> + <span class="i0">More moves my pity, than his scorn my hate.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>To her</i> <span class="smcap">Placidius</span>, <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> I am, perhaps, the first,</span> + <span class="i0">Who, forced by fate, and in his own despite,</span> + <span class="i0">Brought a loved rival to his mistress' sight.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> But, in revenge, let this your comfort be,</span> + <span class="i0">That you have brought a man who loves not me.</span> + <span class="i0">However, lay your causeless envy by;</span> + <span class="i0">He is a rival, who must quickly die.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> And yet I could, with less concernment, bear</span> + <span class="i0">That death of which you speak, than see you here.</span> + <span class="i0">So much of guilt in my refusal lies,</span> + <span class="i0">That, debtor-like, I dare not meet your eyes.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> I do not blame you, if you love elsewhere:</span> + <span class="i0">And would to heaven I could your sufferings bear!</span> + <span class="i0">Or once again could some new way invent,</span> + <span class="i0">To take upon myself your punishment:</span> + <span class="i0">I sent for you, to let you know, that still,</span> + <span class="i0">Though now I want the power, I have the will.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Can all this ocean of your kindness be</span> + <span class="i0">Poured upon him, and not one drop on me?</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[413]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> 'Tis poured; but falls from this ungrateful man,</span> + <span class="i0">Like drops of water from a rising swan.</span> + <span class="i0">Upon his breast no sign of wet remains;</span> + <span class="i0">He bears his love more proudly than his chains.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> This thankless man his death will soon remove,</span> + <span class="i0">And quickly end so undeserved a love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Unthankful as you are, I know not why,</span> + <span class="i0">But still I love too well, to see you die.</span> + <span class="i0">Placidius, can you love, and see my grief,</span> + <span class="i0">And for my sake not offer some relief?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Not all the gods his ruin shall prevent;</span> + <span class="i0">Your kindness does but urge his punishment.</span> + <span class="i0">Besides, what can I for his safety do?</span> + <span class="i0">He has declared himself your father's foe.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Give out he has escaped, and set him free;</span> + <span class="i0">And, if you please, lay all the fault on me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> O, do not on those terms my freedom name!</span> + <span class="i0">Freed by your danger, I should die with shame.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> I must not farther by your prayers be won:</span> + <span class="i0">All I could do, I have already done.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To her.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> To bring Porphyrius only to my sight,</span> + <span class="i0">Was not to show your pity, but your spite:</span> + <span class="i0">Would you but half oblige her you adore?</span> + <span class="i0">You should not have done this, or should do more.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Alas! what hope can there be left for me,</span> + <span class="i0">When I must sink into the mine I see?</span> + <span class="i0">My heart will fall before you, if I stay;</span> + <span class="i0">Each word you speak saps part of it away.</span> + <span class="i0">----Yet all my fortune on his death is set;</span> + <span class="i0">And he may love her, though he loves not yet.</span> + <span class="i0">He must—and yet she says he must not die.—</span> + <span class="i0">O, if I could but wink, I could deny!</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[414]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>To them</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> The emperor expects your prisoner strait;</span> + <span class="i0">And with impatience for his death does wait.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Nay, then it is too late my love to weigh;</span> + <span class="i0">Your pardon, madam, if I must obey.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus.</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Por.</i> I am prepared; he shall not long attend.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Then here my prayers and my submissions end.</span> + <span class="i0">Placidius, know, that hour in which he dies,</span> + <span class="i0">My death (so well I love) shall wait on his.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> O, madam, do not fright me with your death!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> My life depends alone upon his breath.</span> + <span class="i0">But, if I live in him, you do not know</span> + <span class="i0">How far my gratitude to you may go.</span> + <span class="i0">I do not promise—but it so may prove,</span> + <span class="i0">That gratitude, in time, may turn to love.</span> + <span class="i0">Try me—</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Now I consider it, I will:</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Musing a little.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">'Tis in your power to save him, or to kill.</span> + <span class="i0">I'll run the hazard to preserve his life,</span> + <span class="i0">If, after that, you vow to be my wife.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Nay, good Placidius, now you are too hard:</span> + <span class="i0">Would you do nothing but for mere reward?</span> + <span class="i0">Like usurers to men in want you prove,</span> + <span class="i0">When you would take extortion for my love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> You have concluded then that he must die?</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Going with</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> O stay! if no price else his life can buy,</span> + <span class="i0">My love a ransom for his life I give:</span> + <span class="i0">Let my Porphyrius for another live.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Holding her handkerchief before her face.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> You too much value the small merchandise:</span> + <span class="i0">My life's o'er-rated, when your love's the price.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[415]</a></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Alb.</i> I long have listened to your generous strife,</span> + <span class="i0">As much concerned for brave Porphyrius' life.</span> + <span class="i0">For mine I to his favour owed this day;</span> + <span class="i0">Which with my future service I will pay.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Lest any your intended flight prevent,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll lead you first the back-way to my tent;</span> + <span class="i0">Thence, in disguise, you may the city gain,</span> + <span class="i0">While some excuse for your escape I feign.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Farewell! I must not see you when you part:</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Turning her face away.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">For that last look would break my tender heart.</span> + <span class="i0">Yet—let it break—I must have one look more:</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Looking on him.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nay, now I'm less contented than before;</span> + <span class="i0">For that last look draws on another too;</span> + <span class="i0">Which sure I need not, to remember you.</span> + <span class="i0">For ever—yet I must one glance repeat;</span> + <span class="i0">But quick and short as starving people eat.</span> + <span class="i0">So much humanity dwell in your breast,</span> + <span class="i0">Sometimes to think on her who loves you best.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Going—he takes her hand and kisses it.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> My wandering steps wherever fortune bear,</span> + <span class="i0">Your memory I in my breast will wear;</span> + <span class="i0">Which, as a precious amulet, I still</span> + <span class="i0">Will carry, my defence and guard from ill.</span> + <span class="i0">Though to my former vows I must be true,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll ever keep one love entire for you;</span> + <span class="i0">That love, which brothers with chaste sisters make:</span> + <span class="i0">And by this holy kiss, which now I take</span> + <span class="i0">From your fair hand—</span> + <span class="i0">This common sun, which absent both shall see,</span> + <span class="i0">Shall ne'er behold a breach of faith in me.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[416]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Go, go! my death will your short vows restore;</span> + <span class="i0">You've said enough, and I can hear no more.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Val.</span> <i>one way, and</i> <span class="smcap">Por.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Alb.</span> <i>another.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Love and good nature, how do you betray!</span> + <span class="i0">Misleading those who see and know their way!</span> + <span class="i0">I, whom deep arts of state could ne'er beguile,</span> + <span class="i0">Have sold myself to ruin for a smile.</span> + <span class="i0">Nay, I am driven so low, that I must take</span> + <span class="i0">That smile, as alms, given for my rival's sake.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Maximin</span>, <i>talking with</i> <span class="smcap">Valerius.</span></p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> And why was I not told of this before?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Sir, she this evening landed on the shore;</span> + <span class="i0">For with her daughter being prisoner made,</span> + <span class="i0">She in another vessel was conveyed.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Bring hither the Egyptian princess strait.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Plac.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">And you, Valerius, on her mother wait.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Val.</span></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> The mother of the Egyptian princess here!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Porphyrius' death I will a while defer,</span> + <span class="i0">And this new opportunity improve,</span> + <span class="i0">To make my last effort upon her love—</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Plac.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Those, who have youth, may long endure to court;</span> + <span class="i0">But he must swiftly catch, whose race is short.</span> + <span class="i0">I in my autumn do my siege begin;</span> + <span class="i0">And must make haste, ere winter comes, to win.</span> + <span class="i0">This hour—no longer shall my pains endure:</span> + <span class="i0">Her love shall ease me, or her death shall cure.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter at one door</i> <span class="smcap">Felicia</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Valerius,</span> <i>at the +other St</i> <span class="smcap">Catharine</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Placidius.</span></p> + +<p><i>S. Cath.</i> O, my dear mother! +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[417]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> With what joy I see</span> + <span class="i0">My dearest daughter from the tempest free!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Dearer than all the joys vain empire yields,</span> + <span class="i0">Or than to youthful monarchs conquered fields!</span> + <span class="i0">Before you came—my soul,</span> + <span class="i0">All filled with heaven, did earthly joys disdain:</span> + <span class="i0">But you pull back some part of me again.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> You see, sir, she can own a joy below.</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> It much imports me that this truth I know.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> How dreadful death does on the waves appear,</span> + <span class="i0">Where seas we only see, and tempests hear!</span> + <span class="i0">Such frightful images did then pursue</span> + <span class="i0">My trembling soul, that scarce I thought of you.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> All circumstances to your wish combine:</span> + <span class="i0">Her fear of death advances your design.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Max.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> But to that only power we serve I prayed,</span> + <span class="i0">Till He, who bid it rise, the tempest laid.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> You are a Christian then!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Felicia</span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">For death this very hour you must prepare:</span> + <span class="i0">I have decreed no Christian's life to spare.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> For death! I hope you but my courage try:</span> + <span class="i0">Whatever I believe, I dare not die.</span> + <span class="i0">Heaven does not, sure, that seal of faith require;</span> + <span class="i0">Or, if it did, would firmer thoughts inspire.</span> + <span class="i0">A woman's witness can no credit give</span> + <span class="i0">To truths divine, and therefore I would live.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I cannot give the life which you demand:</span> + <span class="i0">But that and mine are in your daughter's hand:</span> + <span class="i0">Ask her, if she will yet her love deny,</span> + <span class="i0">And bid a monarch, and her mother, die.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> Now, mighty prince, you cancel all my fear:</span> + <span class="i0">My life is safe, when it depends on her.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[418]</a></span> + <span class="i0">How can you let me languish thus in pain!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To St</i> <span class="smcap">Cath.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Make haste to cure those doubts which yet remain.</span> + <span class="i0">Speak quickly, speak, and ease me of my fear.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Alas, I doubt it is not you I hear!</span> + <span class="i0">Some wicked fiend assumes your voice and face,</span> + <span class="i0">To make frail nature triumph over grace.</span> + <span class="i0">It cannot be—</span> + <span class="i0">That she, who taught my childhood piety,</span> + <span class="i0">Should bid my riper age my faith deny;</span> + <span class="i0">That she, who bid my hopes this crown pursue,</span> + <span class="i0">Should snatch it from me when 'tis just in view.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> Peace, peace! too much my age's shame you show:</span> + <span class="i0">How easy 'tis to teach! how hard to do!</span> + <span class="i0">My labouring thoughts are with themselves at strife:</span> + <span class="i0">I dare not die, nor bid you save my life.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> You must do one, and that without delay;</span> + <span class="i0">Too long already for your death I stay.</span> + <span class="i0">I cannot with your small concerns dispense;</span> + <span class="i0">For deaths of more importance call me hence.</span> + <span class="i0">Prepare to execute your office strait.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To his Guards.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> O stay, and let them but one minute wait!</span> + <span class="i0">Such quick commands for death you would not give,</span> + <span class="i0">If you but knew how sweet it were to live.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Then bid her love.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> Is duty grown so weak,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To St</i> <span class="smcap">Catharine.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">That love's a harder word than death to speak?</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>S. Cath.</i> Oh!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> Mistake me not; I never can approve</span> + <span class="i0">A thing so wicked as the tyrant's love.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[419]</a></span> + <span class="i0">I ask you would but some false promise give,</span> + <span class="i0">Only to gain me so much time to live.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Privately to St</i> <span class="smcap">Catharine.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> That promise is a step to greater sin:</span> + <span class="i0">The hold, once lost, we seldom take again.</span> + <span class="i0">Each bound to heaven we fainter essays make,</span> + <span class="i0">Still losing somewhat, till we quite go back.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Away! I grant no longer a reprieve.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> O do but beg my life, and I may live.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To St</i> <span class="smcap">Cath.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Have you not so much pity in your breast?</span> + <span class="i0">He stays to have you make it your request.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> To beg your life——</span> + <span class="i0">Is not to ask a grace of Maximin:</span> + <span class="i0">It is a silent bargain for a sin.</span> + <span class="i0">Could we live always, life were worth our cost;</span> + <span class="i0">But now we keep with care what must be lost.</span> + <span class="i0">Here we stand shivering on the bank, and cry,</span> + <span class="i0">When we should plunge into eternity.</span> + <span class="i0">One moment ends our pain;</span> + <span class="i0">And yet the shock of death we dare not stand,</span> + <span class="i0">By thought scarce measured, and too swift for sand:</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis but because the living death ne'er knew,</span> + <span class="i0">They fear to prove it as a thing that's new.</span> + <span class="i0">Let me the experiment before you try,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll show you first how easy 'tis to die.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Draw then that curtain, and let death appear,</span> + <span class="i0">And let both see how easy 'twill be there.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Scene</span> <i>opens, and shews the Wheel.</i></p> + +<p><i>Fel.</i> Alas, what torments I already feel!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Go, bind her hand and foot beneath that wheel:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[420]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Four of you turn the dreadful engine round;</span> + <span class="i0">Four others hold her fastened to the ground;</span> + <span class="i0">That, by degrees, her tender breasts may feel,</span> + <span class="i0">First, the rough razings of the pointed steel;</span> + <span class="i0">Her paps then let the bearded tenters stake,</span> + <span class="i0">And on each hook a gory gobbet take;</span> + <span class="i0">Till the upper flesh, by piece-meal torn away,</span> + <span class="i0">Her beating heart shall to the sun display.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> My dearest daughter, at your feet I fall;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Kneeling.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Hear, oh yet hear your wretched mother's call!</span> + <span class="i0">Think, at, your birth, ah think what pains I bore,</span> + <span class="i0">And can your eyes behold me suffer more?</span> + <span class="i0">You were the child, which from your infancy</span> + <span class="i0">I still loved best, and then you best loved me.</span> + <span class="i0">About my neck your little arms you spread,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor could you sleep without me in the bed;</span> + <span class="i0">But sought my bosom when you went to rest,</span> + <span class="i0">And all night long would lie across my breast.</span> + <span class="i0">Nor without cause did you that fondness show:</span> + <span class="i0">You may remember when our Nile did flow,</span> + <span class="i0">While on the bank you innocently stood,</span> + <span class="i0">And with a wand made circles in the flood,</span> + <span class="i0">That rose, and just was hurrying you to death,</span> + <span class="i0">When I, from far, all pale and out of breath,</span> + <span class="i0">Ran and rushed in——</span> + <span class="i0">And from the waves my floating pledge did bear,</span> + <span class="i0">So much my love was stronger than my fear.</span> + <span class="i0">But you——</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Woman, for these long tales your life's too short;</span> + <span class="i0">Go, bind her quickly, and begin the sport.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> No, in her arms my sanctuary's placed;</span> + <span class="i0">Thus I will cling for ever to her waist.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Running to her daughter.</i></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[421]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> What, must my will by women be controuled?</span> + <span class="i0">Haste, draw your weapons, and cut off her hold!</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Thus my last duty to you let me pay:</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Kissing her mother.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Yet, tyrant, I to thee will never pray.</span> + <span class="i0">Tho' hers to save I my own life would give,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet by my sin my mother shall not live.</span> + <span class="i0">To thy foul lust I never can consent;</span> + <span class="i0">Why dost thou then defer my punishment?</span> + <span class="i0">I scorn those Gods thou vainly dost adore;</span> + <span class="i0">Contemn thy empire, but thy bed abhor.</span> + <span class="i0">If thou would'st yet a bloodier tyrant be,</span> + <span class="i0">I will instruct thy rage; begin with me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I thank thee that thou dost my anger move;</span> + <span class="i0">It is a tempest that will wreck my love.</span> + <span class="i0">I'll pull thee hence, close hidden as thou art,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Claps his hand to his breast.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">And stand with my drawn sword before my heart.</span> + <span class="i0">Yes, you shall be obeyed, though I am loth;—</span> + <span class="i0">Go, and while I can bid you, bind them both;</span> + <span class="i0">Go, bind them ere my fit of love return;</span> + <span class="i0">Fire shall quench fire, and anger love shall burn.</span> + <span class="i0">Thus I prevent those follies I should do;</span> + <span class="i0">And 'tis the nobler fever of the two.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Fel.</i> Torn piece by piece! alas, what horrid pains!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> Heaven is all mercy, who that death ordains;</span> + <span class="i0">And that, which heaven thinks best, is surely so:</span> + <span class="i0">But bare, and naked, shame to undergo,</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis somewhat more than death!</span> + <span class="i0">Exposed to lawless eyes I dare not be;</span> + <span class="i0">My modesty is sacred, heaven, to thee!</span> + <span class="i0">Let not my body be the tyrant's spoil;</span> + <span class="i0">Nor hands nor eyes thy purity defile.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<blockquote><p>[<span class="smcap">Ameriel</span> <i>descends swiftly with a flaming sword, and strikes at +the Wheel, which breaks in pieces; then he ascends again.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[422]</a></span></p></blockquote> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Is this the effect of all your boasted skill?</span> + <span class="i0">These brittle toys to execute my will?</span> + <span class="i0">A puppet-shew of death I only find,</span> + <span class="i0">Where I a strong and sinewy pain designed.</span> + <span class="i0">By what weak infant was this engine wrought?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> From Bilbilis the tempered steel was brought;</span> + <span class="i0">Metal more tough the anvil ne'er did beat,</span> + <span class="i0">Nor, from the forge, did hissing waters heat.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> I saw a youth descend all heavenly fair,</span> + <span class="i0">Who in his hand a flaming sword did bear,</span> + <span class="i0">And, whirlwind-like, around him drove the air.</span> + <span class="i0">At his raised arm the rigid iron shook,</span> + <span class="i0">And, bending backwards, fled before the stroke.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> What! miracles, the tricks of heaven to me?</span> + <span class="i0">I'll try if she be wholly iron free.</span> + <span class="i0">If not by sword, then she shall die by fire;</span> + <span class="i0">And one by one her miracles I'll tire.</span> + <span class="i0">If proof against all kind of death she be;</span> + <span class="i0">My love's immortal, and she's fit for me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> No, heaven has shewn its power, and now thinks fit</span> + <span class="i0">Thee to thy former fury to remit.</span> + <span class="i0">Had providence my longer life decreed,</span> + <span class="i0">Thou from thy passion hadst not yet been freed.</span> + <span class="i0">But heaven, which suffered that, my faith to prove,</span> + <span class="i0">Now to itself does vindicate my love.</span> + <span class="i0">A power controuls thee, which thou dost not see;</span> + <span class="i0">And that's a miracle it works in thee.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> The truth of this new miracle we'll try;</span> + <span class="i0">To prove it, you must take the pains to die.</span> + <span class="i0">Bring me their heads.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Fel.</i> That mercy, tyrant, thou deny'st to me,</span> + <span class="i0">At thy last breath may heaven refuse to thee!</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[423]</a></span> + <span class="i0">My fears are going, and I death can view:</span> + <span class="i0">I see, I see him there thy steps pursue,</span> + <span class="i0">And, with a lifted arm, and silent pace,</span> + <span class="i0">Stalk after thee, just aiming in his chace.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>S. Cath.</i> No more, dear mother; ill in death it shews</span> + <span class="i0">Your peace of mind by rage to discompose:</span> + <span class="i0">No streak of blood (the relics of the earth)</span> + <span class="i0">Shall stain my soul in her immortal birth;</span> + <span class="i0">But she shall mount all pure, a white and virgin mind,</span> + <span class="i0">And full of all that peace, which there she goes to find.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<i>Exeunt St</i> <span class="smcap">Catharine</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Felicia</span>, <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Valerius</span>, +<i>and guards. The scene shuts.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> She's gone, and pulled my heart-strings as she went.</span> + <span class="i0">Were penitence no shame, I could repent.</span> + <span class="i0">Yet, 'tis of bad example she should live;</span> + <span class="i0">For I might get the ill habit to forgive.</span> + <span class="i0">Thou soft seducer of my heart, away——</span> + <span class="i0">Who ling'ring would'st about its confines stay,</span> + <span class="i0">To watch when some rebellion would begin,</span> + <span class="i0">And ready at each sigh to enter in.</span> + <span class="i0">In vain; for thou</span> + <span class="i0">Dost on the outside of the body play,</span> + <span class="i0">And, when drawn nearest, shalt be whirl'd away.</span> + <span class="i0">What ails me, that I cannot lose thy thought!——</span> + <span class="i0">Command the empress hither to be brought;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Plac</span>.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">I in her death shall some diversion find,</span> + <span class="i0">And rid my thoughts at once of womankind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> 'Tis well he thinks not of Porphyrius yet.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside, Exit.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> How hard it is this beauty to forget!</span> + <span class="i0">My stormy rage has only shook my will:</span> + <span class="i0">She crept down lower, but she sticks there still.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[424]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Fool that I am to struggle thus with love!</span> + <span class="i0">Why should I that, which pleases me, remove?</span> + <span class="i0">True, she should die, were she concerned alone;</span> + <span class="i0">But I love, not for her sake, but my own.</span> + <span class="i0">Our Gods are Gods, 'cause they have power and will;</span> + <span class="i0">Who can do all things, can do nothing ill.</span> + <span class="i0">Ill is rebellion 'gainst some higher power:</span> + <span class="i0">The world may sin, but not its emperor.</span> + <span class="i0">My empress then shall die, my princess live;</span> + <span class="i0">If this be sin, I do myself forgive.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>To him</i>, <span class="smcap">Valerius.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Your will's obeyed; for, mighty emperor,</span> + <span class="i0">The princess and her mother are no more.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> She is not dead!</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> Great sir, your will was so.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> That was my will of half an hour ago.</span> + <span class="i0">But now 'tis altered; I have changed her fate,</span> + <span class="i0">She shall not die.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Your pity comes too late.</span> + <span class="i0">Betwixt her guards she seemed by bride-men led,</span> + <span class="i0">Her checks with chearful blushes were o'erspread;</span> + <span class="i0">When, smiling, to the axe she bowed her head,</span> + <span class="i0">Just, at the stroke,</span> + <span class="i0">Ętherial music did her death prepare,</span> + <span class="i0">Like joyful sounds of spousals in the air;</span> + <span class="i0">A radiant light did her crown'd temples gild,</span> + <span class="i0">And all the place with fragrant scents was filled;</span> + <span class="i0">The balmy mist came thickening to the ground,</span> + <span class="i0">And sacred silence covered all around.</span> + <span class="i0">But when (its work performed) the cloud withdrew,</span> + <span class="i0">And day restored us to each other's view,</span> + <span class="i0">I sought her head, to bring it on my spear;</span> + <span class="i0">In vain I sought it, for it was not there;</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[425]</a></span> + <span class="i0">No part remained; but, from afar, our sight</span> + <span class="i0">Discovered in the air long tracts of light;</span> + <span class="i0">Of charming notes we heard the last rebounds,</span> + <span class="i0">And music dying in remoter sounds.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> And dost thou think</span> + <span class="i0">This lame account fit for a love-sick king?</span> + <span class="i0">Go, from the other world a better bring.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Kills him, then sets his foot on him, and speaks on.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">When in my breast two mighty passions strove,</span> + <span class="i0">Thou had'st erred better in obeying love.</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis true, that way thy death had followed too,</span> + <span class="i0">But I had then been less displeased than now.</span> + <span class="i0">Now I must live unquiet for thy sake;</span> + <span class="i0">And this poor recompence is all I take.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Spurns the body.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<blockquote><p><br /><i>Here the Scene opens, and discovers</i> <span class="smcap">Berenice</span> <i>on a scaffold, the +guards by her, and amongst them</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus</span>, <i>like Moors, +as all the guards are.</i> <span class="smcap">Placidius</span> <i>enters, and whispers the Emperor +whilst</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span> <i>speaks.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> From Berenice I cannot go away,</span> + <span class="i0">But, like a ghost, must near my treasure stay.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alb.</i> Night and this shape secure them from their eyes.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Have courage then for our bold enterprize.</span> + <span class="i0">Duty and faith no tie on me can have,</span> + <span class="i0">Since I renounced those honours which he gave.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> The time is come we did so long attend,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Ber.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Which must these discords of our marriage end.</span> + <span class="i0">Yet Berenice, remember you have been</span> + <span class="i0">An empress, and the wife of Maximin.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> I will remember I have been your wife;</span> + <span class="i0">And therefore, dying, beg from heaven your life:</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[426]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Be all the discords of our bed forgot,</span> + <span class="i0">Which, virtue witness, I did never spot.</span> + <span class="i0">What errors I have made, though while I live</span> + <span class="i0">You cannot pardon, to the dead forgive.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> How much she is to piety inclined!</span> + <span class="i0">Behead her, while she's in so good a mind.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Stand firm, Albinus; now the time is come</span> + <span class="i0">To free the empress.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Alb.</i> And deliver Rome.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Within I feel my hot blood swell my heart,</span> + <span class="i0">And generous trembling in each outward part.</span> + <span class="i0">'Tis done, tyrant, this is thy latest hour.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus</span> <i>draw</i>, <i>and are making at the Emperor</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Look to yourself, my lord the emperor!</span> + <span class="i0">Treason, help, help, my lord!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<span class="smcap">Maximin</span> <i>turns and defends himself, the Guards</i> <i>set on</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Disarm them, but their lives I charge you spare.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>After they are disarmed.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Unmask them, and discover who they are.—</span> + <span class="i0">Good Gods, is it Porphyrius whom I see!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> I wonder how he gained his liberty.</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Traitor!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Know, tyrant, I can hear that name,</span> + <span class="i0">Rather than son, and bear it with less shame.</span> + <span class="i0">Traitor's a name, which, were my arm yet free,</span> + <span class="i0">The Roman senate would bestow on thee.</span> + <span class="i0">Ah, madam, you have ruined my design,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Ber.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">And lost your life; for I regard not mine.</span> + <span class="i0">Too ill a mistress, and too good a wife.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Ber.</i> It was my duty to preserve his life.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Now I perceive</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Por.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">In what close walk your mind so long did move:</span> + <span class="i0">You scorned my throne, aspiring to her love.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> In death I'll own a love to him so pure,</span> + <span class="i0">As will the test of heaven itself endure;</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[427]</a></span> + <span class="i0">A love so chaste, as conscience could not chide;</span> + <span class="i0">But cherish it, and keep it by its side.</span> + <span class="i0">A love, which never knew a hot desire,</span> + <span class="i0">But flamed as harmless as a lambent fire;</span> + <span class="i0">A love, which pure from soul to soul might pass,</span> + <span class="i0">As light transmitted through a crystal glass;</span> + <span class="i0">Which gave Porphyrius all without a sin,</span> + <span class="i0">Yet kept entire the right of Maximin.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> The best return that I to both can make,</span> + <span class="i0">Shall be to suffer for each other's sake.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Barbarian, do not dare, her blood to shed,</span> + <span class="i0">Who from my vengeance saved thy cursed head;</span> + <span class="i0">A flight, no honour ever reached before,</span> + <span class="i0">And which succeeding ages will adore.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> Porphyrius, I must die!</span> + <span class="i0">That common debt to nature paid must be;</span> + <span class="i0">But I have left a debt unpaid to thee.</span> + <span class="i0">To Maximin</span> + <span class="i0">I have performed the duty of a wife;</span> + <span class="i0">But, saving his, I cast away thy life.</span> + <span class="i0">Ah, what ill stars upon our loves did shine,</span> + <span class="i0">That I am more thy murd'rer, than he mine!</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Make haste.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> So hasty none in execution are,</span> + <span class="i0">But they allow the dying time for prayer.</span> + <span class="i0">Farewell, sweet saint! my prayer shall be to you:</span> + <span class="i0">My love has been unhappy, but 'twas true.</span> + <span class="i0">Remember me!—Alas, what have I said?</span> + <span class="i0">You must die too!</span> + <span class="i0">But yet remember me when you are dead.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> If I die first, I will</span> + <span class="i0">Stop short of heaven, and wait you in a cloud;</span> + <span class="i0">For fear we lose each other in the crowd.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Love is the only coin in heaven will go:</span> + <span class="i0">Then take all with you, and leave none below.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> 'Tis want of knowledge, not of love, I fear;</span> + <span class="i0">Lest we mistake when bodies are not there.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[428]</a></span> + <span class="i0">O, as a mark, that I could wear a scroll,</span> + <span class="i0">With this inscription,—Berenice's soul.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> That needs not, sure, for none will be so bright,</span> + <span class="i0">So pure, or with so small allays of light.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> From my full eyes fond tears begin to start:——</span> + <span class="i0">Dispatch,—they practise treason on my heart.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Adieu: This farewell sigh I as my last bequeath;</span> + <span class="i0">Catch it,—'tis love expiring in a breath.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> This sigh of mine shall meet it half the way,</span> + <span class="i0">As pledges given that each for other stay.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Valeria</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Cydon.</span></p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> What dismal scene of death is here prepar'd!</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Now strike.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> They shall not strike till I am heard.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> From whence does this new impudence proceed,</span> + <span class="i0">That you dare alter that which I decreed?</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Ah, sir, to what strange courses do you fly,</span> + <span class="i0">To make yourself abhorred for cruelty!</span> + <span class="i0">The empire groans under your bloody reign,</span> + <span class="i0">And its vast body bleeds in every vein.</span> + <span class="i0">Gasping and pale, and fearing more, it lies;</span> + <span class="i0">And now you stab it in the very eyes:</span> + <span class="i0">Your Cęsar and the partner of your bed!</span> + <span class="i0">Ah, who can wish to live when they are dead?</span> + <span class="i0">If ever gentle pity touch'd your breast——</span> + <span class="i0">I cannot speak—my tears shall speak the rest.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Weeping and sobbing.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> She adds new grief to what I felt before,</span> + <span class="i0">And fate has now no room to put in more.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Away, thou shame and slander of my blood!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Valeria.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Who taught thee to be pitiful or good?</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[429]</a></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> What hope have I,</span> + <span class="i0">The name of virtue should prevail with him,</span> + <span class="i0">Who thinks even it, for which I plead, a crime?—</span> + <span class="i0">Yet nature, sure, some argument may be;</span> + <span class="i0">If them you cannot pity, pity me.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I will, and all the world shall judge it so:</span> + <span class="i0">I will the excess of pity to you shew.</span> + <span class="i0">You ask to save</span> + <span class="i0">A dangerous rebel, and disloyal wife;</span> + <span class="i0">And I in mercy—will not take your life.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> You more than kill me by this cruelty,</span> + <span class="i0">And in their persons bid your daughter die.</span> + <span class="i0">I honour Berenice's virtue much;</span> + <span class="i0">But for Porphyrius my love is such,</span> + <span class="i0">I cannot, will not live, when he is gone.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> I'll do that cure for you, which on myself is done.</span> + <span class="i0">You must, like me, your lover's life remove;</span> + <span class="i0">Cut off your hope, and you destroy your love.</span> + <span class="i0">If it were hard, I would not bid you try</span> + <span class="i0">The medicine; but 'tis but to let him die.</span> + <span class="i0">Yet since you are so soft, (which you call good,)</span> + <span class="i0">And are not yet confirmed enough in blood,</span> + <span class="i0">To see his death;</span> + <span class="i0">Your frailty shall be favoured with this grace,</span> + <span class="i0">That they shall suffer in another place.</span> + <span class="i0">If, after they are dead, their memory</span> + <span class="i0">By any chance into your mind be brought,</span> + <span class="i0">Laugh, and divert it with some other thought.</span> + <span class="i0">Away with them.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Berenice</span>, <span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Albinus</span>, +<i>carried off by Guards.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Since prayers nor tears can bend his cruel mind,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Looking after</i> <span class="smcap">Por.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Farewell, the best and bravest of mankind!</span> + <span class="i0">How I have loved, heaven knows; but there's a fate,</span> + <span class="i0">Which hinders me from being fortunate.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[430]</a></span> + <span class="i0">My father's crimes hang heavy on my head,</span> + <span class="i0">And like a gloomy cloud about me spread.</span> + <span class="i0">I would in vain be pious; that's a grace,</span> + <span class="i0">Which heaven permits not to a tyrant's race.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Max.</i> Hence to her tent the foolish girl convey.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Let me be just before I go away.—</span> + <span class="i0">Placidius, I have vowed to be your wife;</span> + <span class="i0">Take then my hand, 'tis yours while I have life.—</span> + <span class="i0">One moment here I must another's be;</span> + <span class="i0">But this, Porphyrius, gives me back to thee.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<i>Stabs herself twice, and then</i> <span class="smcap">Placidius</span> +<i>wrests the Dagger from her</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Plac.</i> Help, help the princess, help!</p> + +<p><i>Max.</i> What rage has urged this act, which thou hast done?</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Thou, tyrant, and thy crimes, have pulled it on.</span> + <span class="i0">Thou, who canst death with such a pleasure see,</span> + <span class="i0">Now take thy fill, and glut thy sight in me.</span> + <span class="i0">But—I'll the occasion of my death forget;</span> + <span class="i0">Save him I love, and be my father yet:</span> + <span class="i0">I can no more—Porphyrius, my dear—</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Cyd.</i> Alas, she raves, and thinks Porphyrius here.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Have I not yet deserved thee, now I die?</span> + <span class="i0">Is Berenice still more fair than I?</span> + <span class="i0">Porphyrius, do not swim before my sight;</span> + <span class="i0">Stand still, and let me, let me aim aright!</span> + <span class="i0">Stand still, but while thy poor Valeria dies,</span> + <span class="i0">And sighs her soul into her lover's eyes.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Dies.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> She's gone from earth, and with her went away</span> + <span class="i0">All of the tyrant that deserved to stay:</span> + <span class="i0">I've lost in her all joys that life can give;</span> + <span class="i0">And only to revenge her death would live.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Aside.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Cyd.</i> The gods have claimed her, and we must resign. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[431]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> What had the Gods to do with me or mine?</span> + <span class="i0">Did I molest your heaven?</span> + <span class="i0">Why should you then make Maximin your foe</span> + <span class="i0">Who paid you tribute, which he need not do?</span> + <span class="i0">Your altars I with smoke of gums did crown,</span> + <span class="i0">For which you leaned your hungry nostrils down,</span> + <span class="i0">All daily gaping for my incense there,</span> + <span class="i0">More than your sun could draw you in a year.</span> + <span class="i0">And you for this these plagues on me have sent!</span> + <span class="i0">But by the Gods, (by Maximin, I meant,)</span> + <span class="i0">Henceforth I, and my world,</span> + <span class="i0">Hostility with you, and yours, declare.</span> + <span class="i0">Look to it, Gods; for you the aggressors are.</span> + <span class="i0">Keep you your rain and sunshine in your skies,</span> + <span class="i0">And I'll keep back my flame and sacrifice.</span> + <span class="i0">Your trade of heaven shall soon be at a stand,</span> + <span class="i0">And all your goods lie dead upon your hand.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Thus, tyrant, since the Gods the aggressors are,</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Stabbing him.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Thus by this stroke they have begun the war.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<span class="smcap">Maximin</span> <i>struggles with him, and gets the dagger + from him.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Thus I return the strokes which they have given;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Stabbing</i> <span class="smcap">Placidius.</span></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Thus, traitor, thus, and thus I would to heaven.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<blockquote><p>[<span class="smcap">Placidius</span> <i>falls, and the Emperor staggers after him, +and sits down upon him; the Guards come to help the Emperor.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Stand off, and let me, ere my strength be gone,</span> + <span class="i0">Take my last pleasure of revenge, alone.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a Centurion.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Cent.</i> Arm, arm, the camp is in a mutiny:</span> + <span class="i0">For Rome and liberty the soldiers cry.</span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[432]</a></span> + <span class="i0">Porphyrius moved their pity, as he went</span> + <span class="i0">To rescue Berenice from punishment;</span> + <span class="i0">And now he heads their new attempted crime.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Now I am down, the Gods have watch'd their time.</span> + <span class="i0">You think</span> + <span class="i0">To save your credit, feeble deities;</span> + <span class="i0">But I will give myself the strength to rise.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>He strives to get up, and, being up, staggers.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">It wonnot be——</span> + <span class="i0">My body has not power my mind to bear.——</span> + <span class="i0">I must return again—and conquer here.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Sits down upon the body.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">My coward body does my will controul;</span> + <span class="i0">Farewell, thou base deserter of my soul!</span> + <span class="i0">I'll shake this carcase off, and be obeyed;</span> + <span class="i0">Reign an imperial ghost <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'wishout'">without</ins> its aid.</span> + <span class="i0">Go, soldiers, take my ensigns with you; fight,</span> + <span class="i0">And vanquish rebels in your sovereign's right:</span> + <span class="i0">Before I die——</span> + <span class="i0">Bring me Porphyrius and my empress dead:—</span> + <span class="i0">I would brave heaven, in my each hand a head.</span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Do not regard a dying tyrant's breath,</span> + <span class="i0">He can but look revenge on you in death.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To the Soldiers.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> Vanquished, and dar'st thou yet a rebel be?</span> + <span class="i0">Thus, I can more than look revenge on thee.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Stabs him again.</i></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Plac.</i> Oh, I am gone!</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Dies.</i></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Max.</i> And after thee I go,</span> + <span class="i0">Revenging still, and following ev'n to the other world my blow;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Stabs him again.</i></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">And shoving back this earth on which I sit,</span> + <span class="i0">I'll mount, and scatter all the Gods I hit.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Dies.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[433]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p><br /><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Porphyrius, Berenice, Albinus</span>, <i>Soldiers.</i> +<span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span> <i>looks on the Bodies entering, and +speaks.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Tis done before, (this mighty work of fate!)</span> + <span class="i0">And I am glad your swords are come too late.</span> + <span class="i0">He was my prince, and though a bloody one,</span> + <span class="i0">I should have conquered, and have mercy shewn.</span> + <span class="i0">Sheath all your swords, and cease your enmity;</span> + <span class="i0">They are not foes, but Romans, whom you see.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber.</i> He was my tyrant, but my husband too;</span> + <span class="i0">And therefore duty will some tears allow.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Placidius here!</span> + <span class="i0">And fair Valeria, new deprived of breath!</span> + <span class="i0">Who can unriddle this dumb-show of death?</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Cyd.</i> When, sir, her father did your life deny,</span> + <span class="i0">She killed herself, that she with you might die.</span> + <span class="i0">Placidius made the emperor's death his crime;</span> + <span class="i0">Who, dying, did revenge his death on him.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<span class="smcap">Porphyrius</span> <i>kneels, and takes</i> +<span class="smcap">Valeria's</span> <i>hand.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> For thy dear sake, I vow, each week I live,</span> + <span class="i0">One day to fasting and just grief I'll give:</span> + <span class="i0">And what hard fate did to thy life deny,</span> + <span class="i0">My gratitude shall pay thy memory.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Cent.</i> Meantime to you belongs the imperial power:</span> + <span class="i0">We, with one voice, salute you emperor.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><i>Sold.</i> Long life, Porphyrius, emperor of the Romans!</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Too much, my countrymen; your love you shew,</span> + <span class="i0">That you have thought me worthy to be so;</span> + <span class="i0">But, to requite that love, I must take care,</span> + <span class="i0">Not to engage you in a civil war.</span> + <span class="i0">Two emperors at Rome the senate chose,</span> + <span class="i0">And whom they chuse, no Roman should oppose.</span> + <span class="i0">In peace or war, let monarchs hope or fear;</span> + <span class="i0">All my ambition shall be bounded here.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Kissing</i> <span class="smcap">Berenice's</span> <i>hand.</i></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[434]</a></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Ber</i>. I have too lately been a prince's wife,</span> + <span class="i0">And fear the unlucky omen of the life.</span> + <span class="i0">Like a rich vessel, beat by storms to shore,</span> + <span class="i0">'Twere madness should I venture out once more.</span> + <span class="i0">Of glorious trouble I will take no part,</span> + <span class="i0">And in no empire reign, but of your heart.</span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><i>Por.</i> Let to the winds your golden eagles fly;</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>To the Soldiers.</i></span> + </div> +<div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Your trumpets sound a bloodless victory:</span> + <span class="i0">Our arms no more let Aquileia fear,</span> + <span class="i0">But to her gates our peaceful ensigns bear;</span> + <span class="i0">While I mix cypress with my myrtle wreath,—</span> + <span class="i0">Joy for your life, and mourn Valeria's death.</span> + <span class="rightalign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span> + </div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[435]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h2><a name="EPILOGUE3" id="EPILOGUE3"></a>EPILOGUE</h2> + +<p class="center">SPOKEN BY</p> + +<p class="center"><b>MRS ELLEN</b><a name="FNanchor_A_15" id="FNanchor_A_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_15" class="fnanchor">[O]</a><b>, WHEN SHE WAS TO BE CARRIED OFF</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>DEAD BY THE BEARERS.</b></p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<p class="center"><b>TO THE BEARER.</b></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">Hold; are you mad? You damn'd confounded dog!</span> + <span class="i2">I am to rise, and speak the epilogue.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p class="center"><b>TO THE AUDIENCE.</b></p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">I come, kind gentlemen, strange news to tell ye;</span> + <span class="i2">I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly.</span> + <span class="i2">Sweet ladies, be not frighted; I'll be civil,</span> + <span class="i2">I'm what I was, a little harmless devil.</span> + <span class="i2">For, after death, we spirits have just such natures,</span> + <span class="i2">We had, for all the world, when human creatures;</span> + <span class="i2">And, therefore, I, that was an actress here,</span> + <span class="i2">Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there.</span> + <span class="i2">Gallants, look to't, you say there are no sprites;</span> + <span class="i2">But I'll come dance about your beds at nights.</span> + <span class="i2">And faith you'll be in a sweet kind of taking,</span> + <span class="i2">When I surprise you between sleep and waking.</span> + <span class="i2">To tell you true, I walk, because I die</span> + <span class="i2">Out of my calling, in a tragedy.</span> + <span class="i2">O poet, damn'd dull poet, who could prove</span> + <span class="i2">So senseless, to make Nelly die for love!</span> + <span class="i2">Nay, what's yet worse, to kill me in the prime</span> + <span class="i2">Of Easter-term, in tart and cheese-cake time!</span> + <span class="i2">I'll fit the fop; for I'll not one word say,</span> + <span class="i2">To excuse his godly out-of-fashion play;</span> + <span class="i2">A play, which, if you dare but twice sit out,</span> + <span class="i2">You'll all be slandered, and be thought devout.</span> + <span class="i2">But, farewell, gentlemen, make haste to me,</span> + <span class="i2">I'm sure e'er long to have your company.</span> + <span class="i2">As for my epitaph when I am gone,</span> + <span class="i2">I'll trust no poet, but will write my own:—</span> + <span class="i2">Here Nelly lies, who, though she lived a slattern,</span> + <span class="i2">Yet died a princess, acting in St Catharine.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="hr3" /> +<h3><a name="FOOTNOTES" id="FOOTNOTES"></a>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> +<i>Swash-buckler</i> seems to have been a title for those, who retained +the old blunt manners of Queen Elizabeth's time, when sword and buckler +were the common weapons. "Of old, when Englishmen were fenced with +bucklers, as with a rampier, nothing was more common with them, than to +fight about taking the right or left hand on the wall, or upon any +unpleasing countenance: clashing of swords was then daily music in every +street." <span class="smcap">Moryson's</span> <i>Itinerary</i>, Part III. Book iv.—The buckler was +disused in the latter end of Queen Elizabeth's reign; but those who +affected the old-fashioned, blunt, boisterous manners, common when that +ancient weapon was used in brawls, were, like old Moody in the play, +still termed <i>Swash-bucklers</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_2" id="Footnote_A_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_2"><span class="label">[B]</span></a> This song is translated from Voiture.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_3" id="Footnote_A_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_3"><span class="label">[C]</span></a> +An excellent critical essay upon the beauties and defects of +Davenant's epic, may be found in Aikin's Miscellanies. Those who are +insensible to theme rits of the poem, may admire the courage of the +author, who wrote some part of it when he conceived himself within a +week of being hanged. A tradition prevails, that his life was saved by +Milton, whose life, in return, he saved at the Restoration. Were the +story true, how vast was the requital!</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_4" id="Footnote_A_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_4"><span class="label">[D]</span></a> As, "Peace and the But," &c.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_5" id="Footnote_A_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_5"><span class="label">[E]</span></a> A task imposed on us.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_6" id="Footnote_A_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_6"><span class="label">[F]</span></a> +This personage, who has bequeathed his name to a well-known tune, +is believed to have been Simon Wadloe, or Wadlow, master of the Devil +Tavern, when frequented by Ben Jonson.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_7" id="Footnote_A_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_7"><span class="label">[G]</span></a> +William Cavendish, duke of Newcastle, distinguished himself in +the civil wars of Charles I. He might have possessed himself of Hull, +had the king more early resolved on an open rupture with the parliament. +When the war broke out, he levied an army of 8000 men, secured the +northern counties for the king, and raised the siege of York. The +invasion of the Scots prevented his farther success; but he defeated the +parliamentary forces in several actions, and shewed all the talents of a +great soldier. After the loss of the battle of Marston Moor, which +Prince Rupert hazarded in opposition to his advice, he left England in +disgust, and did not return till the Restoration. He was much respected +when abroad, and acquired the favour of many princes, and, amongst +others, of Don John of Austria. His skill in the equestrian art was, +perhaps, as great a recommendation, as his noble birth and unstained +loyalty. During the wars, he had been raised from the rank of earl to +that of marquis; and after the Restoration he was created duke of +Newcastle. He wrote several plays, of which we know only the names; "The +Country Captain," "Variety," "The Humourous Lovers," and "The Triumphant +Widow." He also translated Moliere's "<i>L'Etourdi,"</i> which our author +converted into "Sir Martin Mar-all". But his most noted work is a +splendid folio on Horsemanship, with engravings; in which, after his +grace has been represented in every possible attitude and dress, he is +at length depicted mounted on Pegasus, and in the act of ascending from +a circle of Houyhnhnms, kneeling around him in the act of adoration.</p> + +<p>His once celebrated duchess was Margaret, daughter of Sir Charles Lucas. +She was his grace's second wife, and married to him during his exile. A +most voluminous author; she wrote nineteen plays, besides philosophical +essays, letters, and orations. For the former she has condescended to +leave the following apology:</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">The Latin phrases I could never tell,</span> + <span class="i2">But Jonson could, which made him write so well.</span> + <span class="i2">Greek, Latin poets I could never read,</span> + <span class="i2">Nor their historians, but our English Speed.</span> + <span class="i2">I could not steal their wit, nor plots out-take,</span> + <span class="i2">All my plays plots my own poor brain did make.</span> + <span class="i2">From Plutarch's story I ne'er took a plot,</span> + <span class="i2">Nor from romances, nor from Don Quixote.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p>Her grace's assiduity was equal to her originality. She kept a bevy of +maidens of honour, who were obliged, at all hours of the night, to +attend the summons of her bell, with a light, and materials "to register +her grace's conceptions," which, we beg the reader to understand, were +all of a literary or philosophical nature.</p> + +<p>The good duchess's conceptions are now forgotten; but it should not be +forgotten, that her kind solicitude soothed and supported her husband +through a weary exile of eighteen years, when their fortunes were +reduced to the lowest ebb. In gratitude, he appears to have encouraged +her pursuits, and admired the productions of her muse. In the "Sessions +of Poets" he is introduced as founding upon her literary pretensions, +rather than his own.</p> + +<div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i2">Newcastle and's horse for entrance next strives,</span> + <span class="i3">Well-stuffed was his cloak-bag, and so was his breeches,</span> + <span class="i2">And —— ——</span> + <span class="i3">Pulled out his wife's poems, plays, essays, and speeches.</span> + <span class="i2">Whoop! quoth Apollo, what a devil have we here?</span> + <span class="i3">Put up thy wife's trumpery, good noble marquis,</span> + <span class="i2">And home again, home again take thy career,</span> + <span class="i3">To provide her fresh straw, and a chamber that dark is.</span> + </div> +</div> + +<p> Such were the noble personages whom Dryden deemed worthy of the fine +strains of eulogy conveyed in this dedication.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_8" id="Footnote_A_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_8"><span class="label">[H]</span></a> +This compliment is overstrained. But though Charles gained many +advantages after the earl of Newcastle had left England, the north was +irrecoverably lost to his cause.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_9" id="Footnote_A_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_9"><span class="label">[I]</span></a> The duchess wrote her husband's Life, which was translated +into Latin. It is certainly the best of her grace's performances.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_10" id="Footnote_A_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_10"><span class="label">[J]</span></a> Jonson and D'Avenant were both protected by the duke of +Newcastle. Jonson has addressed several verses to him, and composed +a Masque for the splendid entertainment which he gave to +Charles I., at his house at Wellbeck, when the king was on his +first northern journey.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_11" id="Footnote_A_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_11"><span class="label">[K]</span></a> For some account of the Duke of Monmouth, we refer our readers to +the poem of Absalom and Achitophel, in which Dryden has described that +unfortunate young nobleman under the character of Absalom.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_B_12" id="Footnote_B_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_12"><span class="label">[L]</span></a> See the Dedication to the "Indian Emperor."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_13" id="Footnote_A_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_13"><span class="label">[M]</span></a> See the prologue to this play.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_14" id="Footnote_A_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_14"><span class="label">[N]</span></a> We may be allowed to suspect that this resemblance +was discovered <i>ex post facto</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_15" id="Footnote_A_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_15"><span class="label">[O]</span></a> The celebrated Mrs Nell Gwyn.</p></div> + +<p><i>END OF THE THIRD VOLUME.</i></p> + +<p>Edinburgh,</p> + +<p>Printed by James Ballantyne & Co.</p> + +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3> + +<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p> <p>The remaining +corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. +Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text will <ins +title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'apprear'">appear</ins>.</p> + + +<p>P. 163 Original reads 'brigh'" changed to bright.</p> + +<p>P. 214 Original reads 'manes'" changed to names.</p> + +<p>P. 237 Original reads 'he'" changed to be.</p> + +<p>P. 267 Original reads 'guittars'" changed to guitars.</p> + +<p>p. 432. Original reads 'wishout'" changed to without.</p> + +<p>Also actioned:</p> + +<p>word 'scander-bag' taken out hyphen.<br /> +word 'sun-shine', taken out hyphen.<br /> +word 'sweet-heart', taken out hyphen.<br /> +word 'rain-bow', taken out hyphen.<br /> +Added hyphen to 'to-night'.<br /> +Taken out hyphen for 'woman-kind', majority are 'womankind'.<br /> +Taken out hyphen for 'moon-light', 'moonlight' present.<br /> +Taken out hyphen for 'moon-shine', 'moonshine' present.<br /> +Taken out hyphen for 'cap-storm', majority are 'capstorm'.<br /> +Taken out hyphen for .before-hand', majority are 'beforehand'.</p></div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Dryden's Works Vol. 3 (of 18), by John Dryden + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DRYDEN'S WORKS VOL. 3 (OF 18) *** + +***** This file should be named 37645-h.htm or 37645-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/7/6/4/37645/ + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Jane Robins and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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