Chapter XII: Part 12

_Vir._ Madam, you are mistaken;
We are no slaves to you, but to blind fortune;
And if she had her eyes, and durst be certain,
Certain our friend, I would not bow unto her;
I would not cry, nor ask so base a mercy:
If you see any thing in our appearance,
Worthy your sexes softness and your own glory:
Do it for that, and let that good reward it:
We cannot beg.

_Mart._ I'll make you beg, and bow too.

_Vir._ Madam for what?

_Mart._ For life; and when you hope it,
Then will I laugh and triumph on your baseness.

_Asc._ Madam, 'tis true, there may be such a favour
And we may ask it too; ask it with honor;
And thank you for that favour, nobly thank you,
Though it be death; but when we beg a base life,
And beg it of your scorn--

_Vir._ Y'are couzen'd woman,
Your handsomness may do much, but not this way;
But for your glorious hate--

_Mart._ Are ye so stubborn?
'Death, I will make you bow.

_Vir._ It must be in your bed then;
There you may work me to humility.

_Mart._ Why, I can kill thee.

_Vir._ If you do it handsomely;
It may be I can thank you, else--

_Mart._ So glorious?

_A[sc]._ Her cruelty now works.

_Mart._ Yet woot thou?

_Vir._ No.

_Mart._ Wilt thou for life sake?

_Vir._ No, I know your subtilty.

_Mart._ For honor sake?

_Vir._ I will not be a Pageant,
My mind was ever firm, and so I'll lose it.

_Mart._ I'll starve thee to it.

_Vir._ I'll starve my self, and cross it.

_Mart._ I'll lay thee on such miseries--

_Vir._ I'll wear 'em,
And with that wantonness, you do your Bracelets.

_Mart._ I'll be a month a killing thee.

_Vir._ Poor Lady,
I'll be a month a dying then: what's that?
There's many a Calenture out-does your cruelty.

_Mart._ How might I do in killing of his body,
To save his Noble mind? Who waits there?

_Enter a Sailor, with a rich Cap and Mantle._

_Sayl._ Madam.

_Mart._ Unbolt this man, and leave those things behind you:
And so away, now put 'em on. [_Exit Sailer._

_Vir._ To what end?

_Mart._ To my End, to my Will.

_Vir._ I will.

_Mart._ I thank you.

_Vir._ Nay, now you thank me, I'll do more, I'll tell ye,
I am a servant to your courtesie.
And so far will be woo'd: but if this triumph
Be only aim'd to make your mischief glorious;
Lady, y'ave put a richer shroud upon me,
Which my strong mind shall suffer in.

_Mart._ Come hither,
And all thy bravery put into thy carriage,
For I will admire thee.

_Vir._ Whither will this woman?

_Asc._ Take heed my friend.

_Mart._ Look as thou scorn'dst my cruelty:
I know thou dost.

_Vir._ I never fear'd nor flatter'd.

_Mart._ No if thou hadst, thou hadst died, and I had gloried.
I suffer now, and thou which art my prisoner,
Hast nobly won the free power to despise me.
I love thee, and admire thee for thy Nobleness;
And, for thy manly sufferance, am thy servant.

_Vir._ Good Lady, mock me not.

_Mart._ By heaven I love thee;
And by the soul of love, am one piece with thee.
Thy mind, thy mind; thy brave, thy manly mind:
That like a Rock, stands all the storms of fortune,
And beats 'em roaring back they cannot reach thee:
That lovely mind I dote on, not the body;
That mind has rob'd me of my liberty:
That mind has darken'd all my bravery,
And into poor despis'd things, turn'd my angers.
Receive me to your love Sir, and instruct me;
Receive me to your bed, and marry me;
I'll wait upon you, bless the hour I knew you.

_Vir._ Is this a new way?

_Mart._ If you doubt my faith.
First take your liberty; I'll make it perfect,
Or any thing within my power.

_Vir._ I love you;
But how to recompence your love with marriage?
Alas, I have a wife.

_Mart._ Dearer tha[n] I am?
That will adventure so much for your safety?
Forget her father's wrongs, quit her own honor,
Pull on her, for a strangers sake, all curses?

_Vir._ Shall this Prince have his freedom too?
Else all I love is gone, all my friends perish.

_Mart._ He shall.

_Vir._ What shall I do?

_Mart._ If thou despise my courtesie,
When I am dead, for grief I am forsaken,
And no soft hand left to asswage your sorrows;
Too late, but too true, curse your own cruelties.

_Asca._ Be wise; if she be true, no thred is left else,
To guide us from this labyrinth of mischief;
Nor no way for our friends.

_Vir._ Thus then I take you:
I bind ye to my life, my love.

_Mart._ I take you,
And with the like bond tye my heart your servant;
W' are now almost at Harbor, within this hour,
In the dead watch, I'll have the Long-boat ready;
And when I give the word, be sure you enter,
I'll see ye furnisht both immediately,
And like your self; some trusty man shall wait you,
The watch I'll make mine own; only my love
Requires a stronger vow, which I'll administer
Before we go.

_Vir._ I'll take it to confirm you.

_Mart._ Goe, in there are the keys, unlock his fetters,
And arm ye Nobly both; I'll be with you presently;
And so this loving kiss.

_Ascan._ Be constant Lady. [_Exeunt omnes._

_Enter the Duke of_ Sesse _by_
_Torch-light, Master and Surgeon with him._

_Surg._ You grow so angry Sir, your wound goes backward.

_Ses._ I am angry at the time, at none of you,
That sends but one poor subject for revenge;
I would have all the Court, and all the villanie,
Was ever practis'd under that foul _Ferrant_
Tyrant, and all to quench my wrath.

_Mast._ Be patient,
Your grace may find occasion every hour,
For certain they will seek you to satisfie,
And to the full, your anger.

_Ses._ 'Death, they dare not:
They know that I command death, feed his hunger,
And when I let him loose----

_Surg._ You'll never heal Sir,
If these extreams dwell in you, you are old,
And burn your spirits out with this wild anger.

_Ses._ Thou liest, I am not old, I am as lusty
And full of manly heat as them, or thou art.

_Mast._ No more of that.

_Ses._ And dare seek out a danger;
And hold him at the swords point, when thou tremblest
And creepest into thy box of salves to save thee.
Oh Master, I have had a dreadful dream to night!
Me-thought the ship was all on fire, and my lov'd Daughter
To save her life, leapt into the Sea; where suddainly
A stranger snatcht her up, and swam away with her.

_Mast._ 'Twas but the heat o'th' fight Sir.

[_Boatswain within, and Sailor._

_Boats._ Look out, what's that?

_Sail._ The Long-boat as I live.

_Boats._ Ho, there i'th' Long-Boat.

_Ses._ What noise is that? [_Hoy._

[_Mast._] I hear Sir, ---- [_Exit Master._

_Boats._ The devil or his dam; hail her agen boys.

_Sail._ The Long-boat, ho, the Long-boat.

_Ses._ Why, the Long-boat.
Where is the Long-boat?

_Boats._ She is stolen off.

_Enter Master._

_Ses._ Who stole her?
Oh my prophetique soul!

_Mast._ Your Daughters gone Sir?
The prisoners and six Sailors, Rogues.

_Ses._ Mischief, six thousand plagues sail with 'em;
They'r in her yet, make out.

_Mast._ We have ne'r a Boat.

_Enter Gunner._

_Gun._ Who knew of this trick?

_Ses._ Weigh Anchors and away.

_Boats._ We ha no wind Sir,
They'll beat us with their Oars.

_Ses._ Then sink 'em Gunner,
Oh sink 'em, sink 'em, sink 'em, claw 'em Gunner;
As ever thou hast lov'd me.

_Gun._ I'll do reason,
But I'll be hang'd before I'll hurt the Lady. [_Exit Gun._

_Ses._ Who knew of this? [_Trump. a piece or two go off._

_Mast._ We stand all clear.

_Ses._ What Devil
Put this base trick into her tail? my Daughter,
And run away with rogues! I hope she's sunk, [_A piece or two._
Or torn to pieces with the shot, rots find her,
The leprosie of whore stick ever to her,
Oh she has ruin'd my revenge.

_Enter Gunner._

_Gun._ She is gone, Sir.
I cannot reach her with my shot.

_Ses._ Rise winds, [blow till you burst the aire,]
Blow till ye burst the Air, and swell the Seas,
That they may sink the Stars, Oh dance her, dance her;
Shee's impudently wanton, dance her, dance her,
Mount her upon your surges, cool her, cool her;
She runs hot like a whore, cool her, cool her,
Oh now a shot to sink her, cut Cables,
I will away, and where she sets her foot
Although it be in _Ferrants_ Court, I'll follow her,
And such a Fathers vengeance shall she suffer----
Dare any man stand by me?

_Mast._ All, all.

_Boats._ All Sir.

_Gun._ And the same cup you taste.

_Ses._ Cut Cables then;
For I shall never sleep nor know what peace is,
Till I have pluckt her heart out;

_All within._ Oh main there. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Ferrant, Ronvere,
Castruccio, Villio, _and Guard._

_Ron._ You are too gentle, Sir. [_Flourish Cornets._

_Fer._ You are too careless:
The creatures I have made, no way regard me:
Why should I give you names, titles of honor,
Rob families to fill your private houses.
For your advancement, draw all curses on me,
Wake tedious winter nights, to make them happy
That for me break no slumber?

_Ron._ What we can,
We dare do.

_Fer._ Why is your Soverigns life then
(In which you live, and in whose fall your honors,
Your wealth, your pomp, your pride, and all must suffer)
No better guarded? Oh my cruel Stars,
That mark me out a King, raising me on
This pinnacle of greatness, only to be
The nearer blasting!

_Vil._ What think you now _Castruccio_?
Is not this a merry life?

_Cast._ Still thou art couzen'd;
It is a glorious royal discontentment;
How bravely it becomes him!

_Fer._ To be made
The common Butt, for every slave to shoot at;
No peace, no rest I take, but their alarms
Beat at my heart: why do I live, or seek then,
To add a day more to these glorious troubles?
Or to what end when all I can arrive at,
Is but the summing up of fears and sorrows?
What power has my command, when from my bosom
_Ascanio_, my most dear, and lov'd _Ascanio_,
Was snatch'd, spite of my Will, spite of my Succor,
And by mine own proud slave, retein'd most miserable?
And still that villain lives to nip my pleasures,
It being not within my power to reach him.

_Ro[n]._ Time may restore all this; and would you hear
Whose counsel never fail'd you.

_Fer._ Tell me no more,
I faint beneath the burthen of my cares;
And yield my self most wretched.

_Ron._ On my knees
I beg it, mighty Sir, vouchsafe me hearing.

_Fer._ Speak, speak, and I thus low, such is my fortune,
Will hear what thou canst say.

_Vil._ Look but on this,
Has not a man that has but means to keep
A Hawk, a Greyhound, and a Hunting Nag,
More pleasure than this King?

_Cast._ A dull fool still,
Make me a King, and let me scratch with care,
And see who'll have the better; give me rule
Command, obedience, pleasure of a King,
And let the Devil roar; The greatest corrosive
A King can have, is of more precious tickling,
And handled to the height, more dear delight,
Than other mens whole lives, let 'em be safe too.

_Vil._ Think of the mutinous people.

_Cast._ Hang the people,
Give me the pleasure, let me do all, awe all,
Enjoy their Wives and States at my discretion,
And peg 'em when I please, let the slaves mumble.

_Vil._ But say they should be vex'd, and rise against thee?

_Cast._ Let 'em rise, let 'em rise: give me the bridle here,
And see if they can crack my girths: ah _Villio_,
Under the Sun there's nothing so voluptuous
As riding of this Monster, till he founder.

_Fer._ Who's that so loud?

_Cast._ I am dumb: is not this rare?
Kings looks make _Pythagoreans_; is not this
A happiness _Villio_?

_Vil._ Yes, to put to silence
A fawning sycophant.

_Fer._ Thou speak'st truth in all,
And mercy is a vice, when there needs rigor,
Which I, with all severity, will practice;
And since, as subjects they pay not obedience,
They shall be forc'd as slaves: I will remove
Their means to hurt, and with the means, my fears;
Goe you the fatal executioners
Of my commands, and in our name proclaim,
That from this hour I do forbid all meetings,
All private conferences in the City:
To feast a neighbor shall be death: to talk,
As they meet in the streets, to hold discourse,
By writing, nay by signs; see this perform'd,
And I will call your cruelty, to those
That dare repine at this, to me true service.

_1 Gard._ This makes for us.

_2 Gard._ I, now we have employments,
If we grow not rich, 'twere fit we should be beggars.

_Fer. Ronvere._ [_Exit Guard._

_Ron._ My Lord.

_Cast._ Thou enemy to Majesty?
What think'st thou of a kingdom?

_Vil._ As of a man
That hath power to do ill.

_Cast._ Or a thing rather
That does divide an Empire with the gods;
Observe but with how little breath he shakes
A populous City, which would stand unmov'd
Against a whirlwind.

_Vil._ Then you make him more
Than him that rules the winds.

_Cast._ For me I do profess it,
Were I offer'd to be any thing on earth
I would be mighty _Ferrant_.

_Fer._ Who names me?
Deliver thy thoughts slave, thy thoughts, and truly
Or be no more.

_Cast._ They rather will deserve
Your favour than your fury; I admire,
(As who does not, that is a loyal subject?)
Your wisdom, power, your perfect happiness,
The most blest of mankind.

_Fer._ Didst thou but feel
The weighty sorrows that sit on a Crown,
Though thou shouldst find one in the streets _Castruccio_.
Thou wouldst not think it worth the taking up;
But since thou art enamour'd of my fortune,
Thou shalt e'r long taste of it.

_Cast._ But one day,
And then let me expire.

_Fer._ Goe to my Wardrobe,
And of the richest things I wear, cull out,
What thou thinkst fit: do you attend him sirrah?

_Vil._ I warrant you I shall be at his elbow,
The fool will never leave him. [_Exit_ Cast., Villio.

_Cast._ Made for ever. [_A shout within._

_Fer._ What shout is that, draw up our Guards.

_Enter_ Virolet, Ascanio, _and a Servant._

_Ron._ Those rather
Speak joy than danger.
Bring her to my house,
I would not have her seen here.

_Fer._ My _Ascanio_!
The most desir'd of all men, let me die
In these embraces; how wert thou redeem'd?

_Asc._ Sir, this is my preserver.

_Fer._ At more leisure,
I will enquire the manner, and the means,
I cannot spare so much time now from my
More strickt embraces: _Virolet_, welcome too,
This service weighs down your intended Treason;
You long have been mine enemy, learn now
To be my friend and loyal, I ask no more,
And live as free as _Ferrant_; let him have
The forty thousand crowns I gladly promis'd,
For my _Ascanio_'s freedom, and deliver
His Father, and his wife to him in safety,
Something hath passed which I am sorry for,
But 'twill not now be help'd; come my _Ascanio_,
And reap the harvest of my winter travels. [_Flourish Cornets._
My best _Ascanio_, my lov'd _Ascanio_.

_Vir._ My Lord, all former passages forgot, [_Exit_ Fer., _Ascanio._
I am become a suitor.

_Ron._ To me _Virolet_?

_Vir._ To you, yet will not beg the courtesie,
But largely pay you for it.

_Ron._ To the purpose.

_Vir._ The forty thousand crowns the King hath given me,
I will bestow on you, if by your means
I may have liberty for a divorce
Between me and my wife.

_Ron._ Your _Juliana_?
That for you hath indur'd so much, so nobly?

_Vir._ The more my sorrow; but it must be so.

_Ron._ I will not hinder it: without a bribe,
For mine own ends, I would have further'd this.
I will use all my power.

_Vir._ 'Tis all I aske:
Oh my curs'd fate, that ever man should hate
Himself for being belov'd, or be compell'd
To cast away a Jewel, Kings would buy,
Though with the loss of Crown and Monarchy! [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Sesse, _Master, Boatswain, Gunner._

_Sesse._ How do I look?

_Mast._ You are so strangely alter'd.
We scarce can know you, so young again, and utterly
From that you were, figure, or any favour;
Your friends cannot discern you.

_Sesse._ I have none,
None but my fair revenge, and let that know me!
You are finely alter'd too.

_Boats._ To please your humour,
But we may pass without disguise, our living
Was never in their element.

_Gun._ This Jew sure,
That alter'd you, is a mad knave.

_Ses._ Oh! a most excellent fellow.

_Gun._ How he has mew'd your head, has rub'd the snow off,
And run your beard into a peak of twenty.

_Boats._ Stopt all the crannies in your face.

_Mast._ Most rarely.

_Boats._ And now you look as plump, your eies as sparkling,
As if you were to leap into a Ladies saddle.
Has he not set your nose awry?

_Ses._ The better.

_Boats._ I think it be the better, but 'tis awry sure;
_North and by East_, I, there's the point it stands in;
Now halfe a _point to the Southward_.

_Ses._ I could laugh,
But that my business requires no mirth now;
Thou art a merry fellow.

_Boats._ I would the Jew Sir,
Could steer my head right, for I have such a swimming in't,
Ever since I went to Sea first.

_Mast._ Take Wine and purge it.

_Boats._ I have had a thousand pils of Sack, a thousand;
A thousand pottle Pills.

_Gun._ Take more.

_Boats._ Good Doctor,
Your patient is easily perswaded.

_Mast._ The next fair open weather
Methinks this _Jew_
If he were truly known to founder'd Courtiers,
And decay'd Ladies that have lost their fleeces
On every bush, he might pick a pretty living.

_Boats._ The best of all our gallants, should be glad of him;
For if you mark their marches, they are tender,
Soft, soft, and tender; then but observe their bodies,
And you shall find 'em cemented by a Surgeon,
Or some Physitian for a year or two,
And then to th' tub again, for a new pickle.
This _Jew_ might live a _Gentile_ here.

[_Ent. 2 Cittizens at both doors, saluting afar off._

_Ses._ What are these?
Stand close and mark?

_Boats._ These are no men, th' are motions.

_Ses._ What sad and ruthful faces!

_Boats._ How they duck!
This senceless, silent courtesie methinks,
Shews like two _Turks_, saluting one another,
Upon two _French_ Porters backs.

_Ses._ They are my Countrey-men,
And this, some forc'd infliction from the tyrant;
What are you, why is this? why move thus silent
As if you were wandring shadows? why so sad?
Your tongues seal'd up; are ye of several Countries?
You understand not one another?

_Gun._ That's an _Englishman_,
He looks as though he had lost his dog.

_Ses._ Your habits
Shew ye all _Neopolitanes_; and your faces
Deliver you oppressed things; speak boldly:
Do you groan and labor under this stiff yoak?

_Mast._ They shake their heads and weep.

_Ses._ Oh misery!
Give plenteous sorrow, and no tongues to shew 'em!
This is a studied cruelty.

_1 Cit._ Begone Sir,
It seems you are a stranger, and save your self.

_2 Cit._ You wonder here at us; as much we wonder
To hear you speak so openly, and boldly,
The Kings command being publisht to the contrary;
'Tis death here, above two, to talk together;
And that must be but common salutation neither,
Short, and so part.

_Boats._ How should a man buy mustard,
If he be forc'd to stay the making of it?

_Within 1._ Clear all the streets before the King.

_1 Cit._ Get off Sir,
And shift as we must do. [_Exeunt Citizens._

_Ses._ I'll see his glory.

_Mast._ Stand fast now and like men. [_Flourish Colours._

_Enter_ Castruccio _like the King, in the midst of a Guard._ Villio.

_Cast._ Begin the game, Sir,
And pluck me down the Row
Of houses there.
They hide the view o'th' hill; and sink those Merchants,
Their ships are foul and stink.

_Mast._ This is a sweet youth.

_Cast._ All that are taken in assemblies,
Their houses and their wives, their wealths are forfeit,
Their lives at your devotion. Villains, Knaves,
I'll make you bow and shake, I'll make you kneel Rogues.
How brave 'tis to b[e] a King!

_Gun._ Here's fine tumbling.

_Cast._ No man shall sit i'th' temple near another.

_Boats._ Nor lie with his own wife.

_Cast._ All upon pain
Of present death, forget to write.

_Boats._ That's excellent,
Carriers and Footposts, will be arrant rebels.

_Cast._ No character, or stamp, that may deliver
This mans intention, to that man i'th' Countrey.

_Gun._ Nay, an you cut off, after my hearty commendati[on]s.
Your friend and _Oliver_. No more.

_Cast._ No man smile,
And wear face of mirth; that fellows cunning,
And hides a double heart, he's your prize, smoke him.

_Enter_ Virolet, Ronvero, Ascanio, _and_ Martia _passing over._

_Ses._ What base abuse is this? Ha? 'tis her face sure,
My prisoners with her too? by heaven wild whore
Now is my time.

_Mast._ Do what you will.

_Ses._ Stay hold yet,
My Countrey shall be serv'd first, let her go,
We'll have an hour for her to make her tremble.
Now shew our selves, and bless you with your valours.

_Guard._ Here's a whole plump of Rogues. [Virolet _and they off again._

_Ses._ Now for your Countrey.

_Cast._ Away with 'em and hang 'em; shew no mercy,
I say no mercy.

_Ses._ Be it so upon 'em.

_Guard._ Treason, treason, treason.

_Boats._ Cut the sla[ve]s to giggets.

_Gun._ Down with the Bul-beefs.

_Ses._ Hold, hold, I command you,----look here.

_Cast._ A miserable thing, I am no King Sir.

_Ses._ Sirrah your fools-face has preserv'd your life.
Wear no more Kings coats, you have scap'd a scouring.

_Boats._ I'st not the King.

_Ses._ No, 'tis a prating Rascal,
The puppy makes him mirth.

_Cast._ Yes Sir I am a puppy.

_Boats._ I beseech you let me hang him,
I'll do't in my Belt straight.

_Cast._ As you are honourable,
It is enough you may hang me.

_Gun._ I'll hang a squib at's tail
That shall blow both his buttocks; like a petard.

_Cast._ Do any thing.
But do not kill me Gentlemen. [_Enter Citizen._

_Boates._ Let's flea him, and have him flye blown.

_Cit._ Away, and save your lives.
The King himself is coming on; if you stay,
You are lost for ever; let not so much nobleness
Wilfully perish.

_Sess._ How near?

_2. Cit._ He's here behind you. [_Ex. Sess. Boatsw. Saylers, Citizens._

_Sess._ We thank you. _Vanish._

_Enter_ Ferand, Ronvere. _Florish Cornets._

_Fer._ Double the Guards and take in men that dare,
These slaves are frighted; where are the proud Rebels?
To what protection fled? what villain leads 'em?
Under our nose distur[b]'d our rest?

_Ronver._ We shall hear,
For such a search I have sent, to hunt the Traytors.

_Fer._ Yet better men I say, we stand too open:
How now _Castruchio_? how do you like our glory?

_Cast._ I must confess, 'twas somewhat more than my match Sir;
This open glory agrees not with my body,
But if it were i'th' Castle, or some strength,
Where I might have my swinge.

_Vil._ You have been swing'd brother;
How these delights have tickled you! you itch yet?
Will you walk out again in pomp?

_Cast._ Good Fool.

_Vil._ These rogues must be rebuked, they are too sawcy,
These peremptory Knaves. Will you walk out Sir,
And take the remnant of your Coronation?
The people stay to see it.

_Fer._ Do not vex him,
H'as grief enough in's bones; you shall to the Citadel,
And like my self command, there use your pleasure,
But take heed to your person.

_Vil._ The more danger,
Still the more honor Brother.

_Cast._ If I reign not then,
And like a King, and thou shalt know it fool,
And thou shalt feel it fool.

_Vil._ Fools still are freemen,
I'll sue for a protection, till thy reign's out.

_Fer._ The people have abus'd the liberty
I late allow'd, I now proclaim it straighter,
No men shall walk together nor salute;
For they that do shall dye.

_Ronver._ You hit the right Sir;
That liberty cut off, you are free from practise.

_Fer._ Renew my guards.

_Ronver._ I shall.

_Fer._ And keep strict watches;
One hour of joy I ask.

_Ron._ You shall have many. [_Exeunt Flor. Cor._

Pandulfo _and_ Juliana, _led by two of the guard,_
_as not yet fully recovered._

_1. Guard._ You are now at liberty, in your own house Lady,
And here our charge takes end.

_Pand._ 'Tis now a Custom.
We must even wooe those men deserve worst of us,
And so we thank your labors; there's to drink,
For that, and mischief are your occupations;
And to mean well to no man, your chief'st harvests.

_2. Gard._ You give liberally; we hope Sir, er't be long,
To be oftner acquainted with your bounty,
And so we leave you.

_Pand._ Do, for I dote not on ye.

_Jul._ But where's my Husband? what should I do here?
Or what share have I in this joy, call'd liberty,
Without his company? Why did you flatter me,
And tell me he was return'd, his service honor'd?

_1 Gard._ He is so, and stands high in the Kings favor,
His friends redeemed, and his own liberty,
From which yours is deriv'd, confirm'd; his service,
To his own wish, rewarded: so fare-well Lady. [_Ex. Guard._

_Pand._ Go persecute the good, and hunt ye hell-hounds,
Ye Leeches of the time, suck till ye burst slaves;
How does my girl?

_Jul._ Weak yet, but full of comfort.

_Pand._ Sit down, and take some rest.

_Jul._ My heart's whole Father;
That joys, and leaps, to hear my _Virolet_,
My Dear, my life, has conquer'd his afflictions.

_Pand._ Those rude hands, and that bloody will that did this,
That durst upon thy tender body print
These Characters of cruelty; hear me heaven.

_Jul._ O Sir be sparing.

_Pand._ I'll speak it, tho I burst;
And tho the ayr had ears, and serv'd the Tyrant,
Out it should go: O he[a]re me thou great Justice;
The miseries that wait upon their mischiefs,
Let them be numberless, and no eye pitty
Them when their souls are loaden, and in labour,
And wounded through, and through, with guilt and horror;
As mine is now with grief; let men laugh at 'em
Then, when their monstrous sins, like earth-quakes, shake 'em,
And those eyes, that forgot heaven would look upward,
The bloody 'larms, of the conscience beating,
Let mercy flye, and day strook into darkness,
Leave their blind souls, to hunt out their own horrors.

_Jul._ Enough, enough, we must forget dear Father;
For then we are glorious formes of heaven; and live,
When we can suffer, and as soon forgive.
But where's my Lord? methinks I have seen this house,
And have been in't before.

_Pand._ Thine own house jewel.

_Jul._ Mine, without him? or his, without my company?
I think it cannot be; it was not wont Father.

_Pand._ Some business with the King, (let it be good, heaven)
Reteins him sure. [_Enter Boy._

_Jul._ It must be good and noble,
For all men that he treats with tast of virtue;
His words and actions are his own; and Honour's
Not brought, nor compell'd from him.

_Pand._ Here's the Boy.
He can confirm us more, how sad the child looks!
Come hither _Lucio_; how, and where's thy Master?

_Jul._ Speak gentle Boy.

_Pand._ Is he return'd in safety?

_Jul._ If not, and that thou knowst is miserable,
Our hopes and happiness declin'd for ever;
Study a sorrow excellent as thy Master,
Then if thou canst live leave us.

_Lucio._ Noble Madam,
My Lord is safe return'd, safe to his friends, and fortune,
Safe to his Countrey, entertain'd with honour,
Is here within the house.

_Jul._ Do not mock me.

_Lucio._ But such a melancholly hangs on his mind,
And in his eyes inhabit such sad shadowes;
But what the cause is----

_Pand._ Go tell him we are here Boy,
There must be no cause now.

_Jul._ Hast thou forgot me?

_Lucio._ No noblest Lady.

_Jul._ Tell him I am here,
Tell him his wife is here, sound my name to him,
And thou shalt see him start; speak _Juliana_,
And like the Sun that labors through a tempest,
How suddainly he will disperse his sadness!

_Pand._ Go I command thee instantly,
And charge him on his duty.

_Jul._ On his love Boy:
I would fain go to him.

_Pand._ Away, away, you are foolish.

_Jul._ Bear all my service sweet Boy.

_Pand._ Art thou here still?

_Jul._ And tell him what thou wilt that shall become thee.

_Pand._ I'th' house, and know we are here. [_Ex. Boy._

_Jul._ No, no, he did not;
I warrant you he did not: could you think
His love had less than wings, had he but seen me;
His strong affection any thing but fire
Consuming all weak lets and rubs before it,
Till he had met my flame, and made one body?
If ever heavens high blessings met in one man,
And there erected to their holy uses
A sacred mind fit for their services,
Built all of polisht honor, 'twas in this man:
Misdoubt him not.

_Pand._ I know he's truely noble;
But why this sadness, when the general cause
Requires a Jubile of joy?

_Jul._ I know not. [_Enter_ Virolet _and Boy._

_Pand._ Pray heaven you find it not.

_Jul._ I hope I shall not:
O here he comes, and with him all my happiness;
He stays and thinks, we may be too unmannerly;
Pray give him leave. [_they stand off._

_Pand._ I do not like this sadness.

_Vir._ O hard condition of my misery!
Unheard of plagues! when to behold that woman,
That chast and virtuous woman, that preserv'd me,
That pious wife, wedded to my afflictions,
Must be more terrible than all my dangers.
O fortune, thou hast rob'd me of my making,
The noble building of a man, demolisht,
And flung me headlong, on a sin so base
Man and mankind contemn; even beasts abhor it,
A sin more dull than drink, a shame beyond it;
So foul, and far from faith; I dare not name it,
But it will cry it self out, loud ingratitude.
Your blessing Sir.

_Pand._ You have it in abundance;
So is our joy, to see you safe.

_Vir._ My Dear one!

_Jul._ H'as not forgot me yet: O take me to you Sir.

_Vir._ Must this be added to increase my misery,
That she must weep for joy, and loose that goodness?
My _Juliana_, even the best of women,
Of wives the perfectest, let me speak this,
And with a modesty declare thy vertues,
Chaster than Chrystal, on the _Scythian_ Clifts
The more the proud winds Court, the more the purer.
Sweeter in thy obedience than a Sacrifice;
And in thy mind a Saint, that even yet living,
Producest miracles, and women daily,
With crooked and lame souls creep to thy goodness,
Which having toucht at, they become examples.
The fortitude of all their sex, is Fable
Compar'd to thine; and they that fill'd up glory,
And admiration, in the age behind us,
Out of their celebrated urns, are started,
To stare upon the greatness of thy spirit;
Wondring what new Martyr heaven has begot,
To fill the times with truth, and ease their stories:
Being all these, and excellent in beauty,
(For noble things dwell in the noblest buildings)
Thou hast undone thy husband, made him wretched,
A miserable man, my _Juliana_,
Thou hast made thy _Virolet_.

_Jul._ Now goodness keep me;
Oh! my dear Lord.

_Pand._ She wrong you? what's the meaning?
Weep not, but speak, I charge you on obedience;
Your Father charges you, she make you miserable?
That you your self confess.

_Vir._ I do, that kils me;
And far less I have spoke her than her merit.

_Jul._ It is some sin of weakness, or of Ignorance?
For sure my Will----

_Vir._ No, 'tis a sin of excellence:
Forgive me heaven, that I prophane thy blessings:
Sit still; I'll shew you all. [_Exit Virolet._

_Pand._ What means this madness?
For sure there is no tast of right man in it;
Grieves he our liberty, our preservation?
Or has the greatness of the deed he has done,
Made him forget, for whom, and how he did it,
And looking down upon us, scorn the benefit?
Well _Virolet_, if thou beest proud, or treacherous.

_Jul._ He cannot Sir, he cannot; he will shew us,
And with that reason ground his words.

_Enter_ Virolet, Martia, Ronvere.

_Pand._ He comes.
What Masque is this? what admirable beauty?
Pray heaven his heart be true.

_Jul._ A goodly woman.

_Vir._ Tell me my dear; and tell me without flattery,
As you are nobly honest, speak the truth;
What think you of this Lady?

_Jul._ She is most excellent.

_Vir._ Might not this beauty tell me it's a sweet one,
Without more setting off, as now it is,
Thanking no greater Mistress than meer nature,
Stagger a constant heart?

_Pand._ She is full of wonder;
But yet; yet _Virolet_.

_Vir._ Pray by your leave Sir!

_Jul._ She would amaze.

_Vir._ O! would she so? I thank you;
Say to this beauty, she have all additions,
Wealth, noble birth.

_Pand._ O hold there.

_Vir._ All virtues,
A mind as full of candor as the truth is,
I, and a loving Lady.

_Jul._ She must needs
(I am bound in conscience to confess) deserve much.

_Vir._ Nay, say beyond all these, she be so pious,
That even on slaves condemn'd she showre her benefits,
And melt their stubborn Bolts with her soft pitty,
What think you then?

_Pand._ For such a noble office,
At these years, I should dote my self; take heed boy.

_Jul._ If you be he, that have receiv'd these blessings,
And this the Lady: love her, honor her;
You cannot do too much, to shew your gratitude,
Your greatest service will shew off too slender.

_Vir._ This is the Lady; Lady of that bounty,
That wealth, that noble name, that all I spoke of:
The Prince _Ascanio_ and my self, the slaves
Redeem'd, brought home, still guarded by her goodness,
And of our liberties you tast the sweetness;
Even you she has preserv'd too, lengthen'd your lives.

_Jul._ And what reward do you purpose? it must be a main one
If love will do it we'll all, so love her, serve her.

_Vir._ It must be my love.

_Jul._ Ha!

_Vir._ Mine, my only love,
My everlasting love!

_Pand._ How?

_Vir._ Pray have patience.
The recompence she ask'd, and I have render'd,
Was to become her husband: then I vowed it,
And since I have made it good.

_Pand._ Thou durst not.

_Vir._ Done Sir.

_Jul._ Be what you please, his happiness yet stays with me,
You have been mine; oh my unhappy fortune.

_Pand._ Nay, break and dye.

_Jul._ It cannot yet: I must live,
Till I see this man, blest in his new love,
And then----

_Pand._ What hast thou done? thou base one tell me,
Thou barren thing of honesty, and honor;
What hast thou wrought? Is not this she, look on her,
Look on her, with the eyes of gratitude,
And wipe thy false tears off; Is not this she,
That three times on the Rack, to guard thy safety,
When thou stood'st lost, and naked to the Tyrant;
Thy aged Father here, that shames to know thee,
Ingag'd i'th' jaws of danger; was not this she,
That then gave up her body to the torture?
That tender body, that the wind sings through;
And three times, when her sinews, crack'd and tortur'd,
The beauties of her body turn'd to ruines;
Even then, within her patient heart, she lock'd thee;
Then hid thee from the Tyrant, then preserv'd thee,
And canst thou be that slave?

_Martia._ This was but duty,
She did it for her Husband, and she ought it;
She has had the pleasure of him, many an hour,
And if one minutes pain cannot be suffer'd;
Mine was above all these, a nobler venter,
I speak it boldly, for I lost a Father.
He has one still, I left my friends, he has many;
Expos'd my life, and honor to a cruelty,
That if it had seiz'd on me, racks and tortures,
Alas, they are Triumphs to it: and had it hit,
For this mans love, it should have shewed a triumph,
Twise lost, I freed him; _Rossana_ lost before him,
His fortunes with him; and his friends behind him:
Twise was I rack'd my self for his deliverance,
In honor first and name, which was a torture
The hang-man never heard of; next at Sea,
In our escape, where the proud waves took pleasure
To toss my little Boat up like a bubble,
Then like a meteor in the ayr he hung,
Then catch'd and flung him in the depth of darkness;
The Cannon from my incensed Fathers Ship,
Ringing our Knell, and still as we peep'd upward,
Beating the raging surge, with fire and Bullet,
And I stood fixt for this mans sake, and scorn'd it;
Compare but this.

_Vir._ 'Tis too true; O my fortune!
That I must equally be bound to either.

_Jul._ You have the better and the nobler Lady,
And now I am forc'd, a lover of her goodness.
And so far have you wrought for his deliverance,
That is my Lord, so lovingly and nobly,
That now methinks I stagger in my Title.
But how with honesty? for I am a poor Lady,
In all my dutious service but your shadow,
Yet would be just; how with fair fame and credit,
I may go off; I would not be a strumpet:
O my dear Sir, you know:

_Vir._ O truth, thou knowest too.

_Jul._ Nor have the world suspect, I fell to mischief.

_Law._ Take you no care for that, here's that has done it,
A fair divorce, 'tis honest too.

_Pand._ The devil,
Honest? to put her off?

_Law._ Most honest Sir,
And in this point most strong.

_Pand._ The cause, the cause Sir?

_Law._ A just cause too.

_Pand._ As any is in hell, _Lawyer_.

_Law._ For barrenness, she never brought him children.

_Pand._ Why art thou not divorc'd? thou canst not get 'em,
Thy neighbors, thy rank neighbors: O base jugling,
Is she not young?

_Jul._ Women at more years Sir,
Have met that blessing; 'tis in heavens high power.

_Law._ You never can have any.

_Pand._ Why quick Lawyer?
My Philosophical Lawyer.

_Law._ The Rack has spoil'd her
The distentions of those parts, hath stopt all fruitfulness.

_Pand._ O I could curse.

_Jul._ And am I grown so miserable,
That mine own pitty must make me wretched?
No cause against me, but my love and duty?
Farewell Sir, like obedience, thus I leave you,
My long farewell: I do not grudge, I grive Sir,
And if that be offensive, I can dye,
And then you are fairly free: good Lady love him;
You have a noble, and an honest Gentleman,
I ever found him so, the world has spoke him,
And let it be your part still to deserve him:
Love him no less than I have done, and serve him,
And heaven shall bless you; you shall bless my ashes;
I give you up the house, the name of wife,
Honor, and all respect I borrowed from him,
And to my grave I turn: one farewell more,
Nothing divide your Loves, not want of Children,
Which I shall pray against, and make you fruitful;
Grow like two equal flames, rise high and glorious,
And in your honor'd age burn out together:
To all I know, farewell.

_Ronver._ Be not so griev'd Lady,
A nobler fortune.

_Jul._ Away thou parasite.
Disturb not my sad thoughts, I hate thy greatness.

_Ron._ I hate not you, I am glad she's off these hinges,
Come, let's pursue. [_Ex. Ronvere and Law._

_Pand._ If I had breath to curse thee,
Or could my great heart utter, farewell villain,
Thy house, nor face agen. [_Exit Pand._

_Mar._ Let 'em all go.
And now let us rejoyce, now freely take me,
And now embrace me _Virolet_, give the rites
Of a brave Husband to his love.

_Vir._ I'll take my leave too.

_Mar._ How take your leave too?

_Vir._ The house is furnish'd for you,
You are Mistress, may command.

_Mar._ Will you to bed Sir?

_Vir._ As soon to hell, to any thing I hate most;
You must excuse me, I have kept my word.
You are my Wife, you now enjoy my fortune.
Which I have done to recompence your bounty:
But to yield up those chast delights and pleasures,
Which are not mine, but my first vowes.

_Mar._ You jeast.

_Vir._ You will not find it so, to give you those
I have divorc'd, and lost with _Juliana_,
And all fires of that nature--

_Mar._ Are you a Husband?

_Vir._ To question hers, and satisfie your flames,
That held an equal beauty, equal bounty--
Good heaven forgive; no, no, the strict forbearance,
Of all those joys, like a full sacrifice,
I offer to the sufferings of my first love,
Honor, and wealth, attendance, state, all duty,
Shall wait upon your will, to make you happy,
But my afflicted mind, you must give leave Lady,
My weary Trunk must wander.

_Mart._ Not enjoy me?
Go from me too?

_Vir._ For ever thus I leave you;
And how so e're I fare, live you still happy. [_Exit Virol._

_Mar._ Since I am scorn'd, I'll hate thee, scorn thy gifts too,
Thou miserable fool, thou fool to pitty,
And such a rude, demolisht thing, I'll leave thee,
In my revenge: for foolish love, farewell now,
And anger, and the spite of woman enter,
That all the world shall say, that read this story,
My hate, and not my love, begot my glory. [_Exit Martia._

_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter Sess. Boatswaine, Master, Gunner._

_Sess._ He that fears death, or tortures, let him leave me.
The stops that we have met with, Crown our Conquest.
Common attempts are fit for common men;
The rare, the rarest spirits. Can we be daunted?
We that have smil'd at Sea at certain ruines,
Which men on shore but hazarded would shake at:
We that have liv'd free, in despite of fortune,
Laught at the out-stretch'd Arm of Tyranny,
As still too short to reach us, shall we faint now?
No my brave mates, I know your fiery temper,
And that you can, and dare, as much as men:
Calamity, that severs worldly friendships,
Could ne'r divide us, you are still the same;
The constant followers of my banisht fortunes;
The Instruments of my revenge; the hands
By which I work, and fashion all my projects.

_Mast._ And such we will be ever.

_Gun._ 'Slight Sir, Cramme me
Into a Cannons mouth, and shoot me at
Proud _Ferrand's_ head: may only he fall with me,
My life I rate at nothing.

_Boatsw._ Could I but get,
Within my swords length of him; and if then
He scape me, may th' account of all his sins
Be added unto mine.

_Mast._ 'Tis not to dye Sir,
But to dye unreveng'd, that staggers me:
For were your ends serv'd, and our Countrey free,
We would fall willing sacrifices.

_Sess._ To rise up,
Most glorious Martyrs.

_Boats._ But the reason why
We wear these shapes?

_Sess._ Only to get access:
Like honest men, we never shall approach him,
Such are his fears, but thus attir'd like _Switzers_,
And fashioning our language to our habits;
Bold, bloody, desperate, we may be admitted
Among his guard. But if this fail I'll try
A thousand others, out-do _Proteus_
In various shapes, but I will reach his heart,
And seal my anger on't.

_Enter_ Ronvere _and the Guard._

_Mast._ The Lord _Ronvere_.

_Boats._ Shall we begin with him?

_Sess._ He is not ripe yet,
Nor fit to fall: as you see me begin,
With all care Imitate.

_Gun._ We are instructed.

_Boats._ Would we were at it once.

_Ron._ Keep a strict watch,
And let the guards be doubled, this last night
The King had fearful dreams.

_Sess._ 'Tis a good _Omen_
To our attempts.

_Ron._ What men are these? what seek you?

_Sess._ Imployment.

_Ron._ Of what nature?

_Sess._ We are Soldiers;
We have seen Towns and Churches set on fire;
The Kennels runing blood, Coy virgins ravish'd;
The Altars ransack'd, and the holy reliques,
Yea, and the Saints themselves, made lawful spoyls,
Unto the Conquerors: but these good days are past,
And we made Beggars, by this idle peace,
For want of action. I am Sir no stranger
To the Gover[n]ment of this state, I know the King
Needs men, that only do what he commands,
And search no farther: 'tis the profession
Of all our Nation, to serve faithfully,
Where th' are best payed: and if you entertain us,
I do not know the thing you can command,
Which we'll not put in act.

_Ron._ A goodly Personage.

_Mast._ And if you have an Enemy, or so
That you would have dispatch'd.

_Gun._ They are here, can fit you.

_Boats._ Or if there be an Itch, though to a man.

_Sess._ You shall tye
Our consciences in your purse strings.

_Ron._ Gentlemen,
I like your freedome: I am now in hast,
But wait for my return. I like the Rascals,
They may be useful.

_Sess._ We'll attend you Sir.

_Ron._ Do, and be confident of entertainment;
I hope you will deserve it. [_Exit Ron. and Guard._

_Sess._ O, no doubt Sir:
Thus far we are prosperous; we'll be his guard;
Till Tyranny and pride find full reward. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Pandulfo, _and_ Juliana.

_Pand._ My blessing? no; a Fathers heavy curse,
Pursue, and overtake him.

_Jul._ Gentle Sir.

_Pand._ My name, and Family, end in my self
Rather then live in him.

_Jul._ Dear Sir forbear,
A fathers curses, hit far off, and kill too,
And like a murthering piece ayms not at one,
But all that stand within the dangerous level.
Some bullet may return upon your self too,
Though against nature, if you still go on
In this unnatural course.

_Pand._ Thou art not made
Of that same stuff as other women are:
Thy injuries would teach patience to blaspheme,
Yet still thou art a Dove.

_Jul._ I know not malice, but like an innocent, suffer.

_Pand._ More miraculous!
I'll have a woman Chronicled, and for goodness,
Which is the greatest wonder. Let me see,
I have no Son to inherit after me;
Him I disclaim.
What then? I'll make thy vertues my sole heir;
Thy story I'll have written, and in Gold too;
In prose and verse, and by the ablest doers:
A word or two of a kind step-father
I'll have put in, good Kings and Queens shall buy it.
And if the actions of ill great women,
And of the modern times too, are remembred,
That have undone their husbands and their families,
What will our story do? It shall be so,
And I will streight about it. [_Exit Pand._

_Enter Boy._

_Jul._ Such as love
Goodness for glory, have it for reward;
I love mine for it self: let innocence
Be written on my Tomb, though ne're so humble,
'Tis all I am ambitious of. But I
Forget my vows.

_Boy._ 'Fore me you are not modest,
Nor is this Courtlike. Would you take it well,
If she should rudely press into your Closet,
When from your several Boxes you choose paint,
To make a this days face with?

_Jul._ What's the matter?

_Boy._ Pray know her pleasure first.

_Jul._ To whom speak you Boy?

_Boy._ Your Ladiships pardon. That proud Lady thief,
That stole away my Lord from your embraces,
(Wrinckles at two and twenty on her cheeks for't,
Or _Mercury_ unallayed, make blisters on it)
Would force a visit.

_Jul._ And dare you deny her,
Or any else that I call mine? No more,
Attend her with all reverence and respect;
The want in you of manners, my Lord may
Construe in me for malice. I will teach you
How to esteem and love the beauty he dotes on;
Prepare a Banquet.

_Enter_ Martia _and Boy._

Madam, thus my duty
Stoops to the favor you vouchsafe your servant,
In honouring her house.

_Mart._ Is this in scorn?

_Jul._ No by the life of _Virolet_: give me leave
To swear by him, as by a Saint I worship,
But am to know no farther, my heart speaks that
My servants have been rude, and this boy (doting
Upon my sorrows) hath forgot his duty:
In which, that you may think I have no share,
Sirra, upon your knees, desire her pardon.

_Boy._ I dare not disobey you.

_Mart._ Prethee rise,
My anger never looks so low: I thank you.
And will deserve it, if we may be private,
I came to see and speak with you.

_Jul._ Be gone. [_Exit Boy._
Good Madam sit.

_Mart._ I rob you of your place then.

_Jul._ You have deserv'd a better, in my bed;
Make use of this too: Now your pleasure Lady.
If in your breast there be a worthy pitty,
That brings you for my comfort, you do nobly:
But if you come to triumph in your conquest,
Or tread on my calamities, 'twill wrong
Your other excellencies. Let it suffice,
That you alone enjoy the best of men,
And that I am forsaken.

_Mart._ He the best?
The scum and shame of mankind.

_Jul. Virolet_, Lady?

_Mart._ Blest in him? I would my youth had chosen
Consuming feavers, bed-rid age
For my companions, rather then a thing
To lay whose baseness open, would even poyson
The tongue that speaks it.

_Jul._ Certainly from you
At no part he deserves this; and I tell you,
Durst I pretend but the least title to him,
I should not hear this.

_Mart._ He's an impudent villain,
Or a malicious wretch: to you ungrateful;
To me beyond expression barbarous.
I more then hate him; from you he deserves
A death most horrid: from me, to dye for ever,
And know no end of torments. Would you have comfort?
Would you wash off the stain that sticks upon you,
In being refus'd? Would you redeem your fame,
Shipwrack'd in his base wrongs? if you desire this,
It is not to be done with slavish suffering,
But by a Noble anger, making way
To a most brave revenge, we may call justice;
Our injuries are equal; joyn with me then,
And share the honor.

_Jul._ I scarce understand you,
And know I shall be most unapt to learn
To hate the man I still must love and honor.

_Mar._ This foolish dotage in soft-hearted women,
Makes proud men insolent: but take your way,
I'll run another course.

_Jul._ As you are noble,
Deliver his offence.

_Mart._ He has denied
The rites due to a wife.

_Jul._ O me most happy,
How largely am I payd for all my sufferings!
Most honest _Virolet_, thou just performer
Of all thy promises: I call to mind now,
When I was happy in those joys you speak of,
In a chast bed, and warranted by Law too,
He oft would swear, that if he should survive me,
(Which then I knew he wisht not) never woman
Should tast of his embraces; this one act
Makes me again his debtor.

_Mart._ And was this
The cause my youth and beauty were contemn'd?
If I sit down here! wel----

_Jul._ I dare thy worst,
Plot what thou canst, my piety shall guard him
Against thy malice. Leave my house and quickly,
Thou wilt infect these innocent walls. By virtue
I will inform him of thy bloody purpose,
And turn it on thine own accursed head;
Believ't I will. [_Exit Juliana._

_Mart._ But 'tis not in thy power
To hinder what I have decreed against him.
I'll set my self to sale, and live a strumpet;
Forget my birth, my father, and his honor,
Rather then want an instrument to help me
In my revenge. The Captain of the guard;
Blest opportunity courts me.

_Enter_ Ronvere.

_Ron._ Sad and troubled?
How brave her anger shews! how it sets off
Her natural beauty! under what happy star
Was _Virolet_ born, to be belov'd and sought to,
By two incomparable women? noblest Lady,
I have heard your wrongs and pitty them: and if
The service of my life could give me hope
To gain your favor, I should be most proud
To be commanded.

_Mart._ 'Tis in you, my Lord,
To make me your glad servant.

_Ron._ Name the means.

_Mar._ 'Tis not preferment, Jewels, Gold, or Courtship.
He that desires to reap the harvest of
My youth and beauty, must begin in blood,
And right my wrongs.