Car. 'Tis judgment, sir, in me, or a true debt Tender'd to justice, rather. My first life, Loaden with all the follies of a man,
Or what could take addition from a woman, Was by my headstrong passions, which o'er-ruled My understanding, forfeited to death: But this new being, this my second life, Begun in serious contemplation of
What best becomes a perfect man, shall never Sink under such weak frailties.
Duke. Most unlook'd for!
Paul. It does transcend all wonders. Car. 'Tis a blessing
I owe your wisdom, which I'll not abuse: But if you envy your own gift, and will Make me that wretched creature which I was, You then again shall see me compassionate, A lover of poor trifles, confident
In man's deceiving strength, or falser fortune; Jealous, revengeful, in unjust things daring, Injurious, quarrelsome, stored with all diseases The beastly part of man infects his soul with, And to remember what's the worst, once more To love a woman; but till that time never. [Exit. Vice. Stand you affected so to men, Almira? Alm. No, sir; if so, I could not well discharge What I stand bound to pay you, and to nature. Though prince Martino does profess a hate To womankind, 'twere a poor world for women, Were there no other choice, or all should follow The example of this new Hippolytus :
There are men, sir, that can love, and have loved
The judgment of my mind, and that made clearer With calling oft to heaven it might be so. I have not sought a living comfort from The reverend ashes of old ancestors; Nor given myself to the mere name and titles Of such a man, that, being himself nothing, Derives his substance from his grandsire's tomb : For wealth, it is beneath my birth to think on't, Since that must wait upon me, being your daughter; No, sir, the man I love, though he wants all The setting forth of fortune, gloss and greatness, Has in himself such true and real goodness, His parts so far above his low condition, That he will prove an ornament, not a blemish, Both to your name and family.
Pedro. What strange creature
Hath she found out?
Leon. I dare not guess.
Alm. To hold you
No longer in suspense, this matchless man,
And base affections in thee? what strange philtres Hast thou received? what witch with damned spells Deprived thee of thy reason? Look on me, Since thou art lost unto thyself, and learn, From what I suffer for thee, what strange tortures Thou dost prepare thyself.
Duke. Good sir, take comfort;
The counsel you bestow'd on me, make use of. Paul. This villain, (for such practices in that nation
Are very frequent,) it may be, hath forced, By cunning potions, and by sorcerous charms, This frenzy in her.
Bora. Drunk! am I drunk? bear witness. Cuc. She is indeed distemper'd.
Vice. Hang them both,
If e'er more they come near the court. Cuc. Good sir,
You can recover dead men; can you cure A living drunkenness ?
Paul. 'Tis the harder task:
Go home with her, I'll send you something that Shall once again bring her to better temper, Or make her sleep for ever.
Cuc. Which you please, sir.
[Exeunt CUCULO and BORACHIA. Vice. Why linger you? rack him first, and after Upon the wheel. [break him Pedro. Sir, this is more than justice. Ant. Is't death in Sicily to be beloved Of a fair lady?
Leon. Though he be a slave, Remember yet he is a man.
True friends' love to do courtesies, not to hear them. But I'll obey you. In our tedious passage Towards Malta-I may call it so, for hardly We had lost the ken of Sicily, but we were Becalm'd and hull'd so up and down twelve hours; When, to our more misfortunes, we descried
Alm. Death hath a thousand doors to let out life, Eight well-mann'd gallies making amain for us, I shall find one. If Portia's burning coals, The knife of Lucrece, Cleopatra's aspics,
Famine, deep waters, have the power to free me From a loath'd life, I'll not an hour outlive him. Pedro. Sister!
Of which the arch Turkish pirate, cruel Dragut, Was admiral: I'll not speak what I did
In our defence, but never man did more Than the brave captain that you sent forth with me: All would not do: courage oppress'd with number, We were boarded, pillaged to the skin, and after Twice sold for slaves; by the pirate first, and By a Maltese to signior Cuculo, [after
Which I repent not, since there 'twas my fortune To be to you, my best friend, some ways useful— I thought to cheer you up with this short story, But you grow sad on't.
Pedro. Have I not just cause, When I consider I could be so stupid,
As not to see a friend through all disguises; Or he so far to question my true love, To keep himself conceal'd?
Ant. 'Twas fit to do so,
And not to grieve you with the knowledge of What then I was; where now I appear to you, Your sister loving me, and Martino safe, Like to myself and birth.
Pedro. May you live long so!
How dost thou, honest friend? (your trustiest
Enter VICEROY, Duke of MESSINA, CARDENES, PAULO, Captain, ALMIRA, LEONORA, Waiting-women, and Attendants.
Vice. The slave changed to the prince of Tarent, says he?
Capt. Yes, sir, and I the captain of the fort, Worthy of your displeasure, and the effect of't, For my deceiving of that trust your excellency Reposed in me.
Paul. Yet since all hath fallen out Beyond your hopes, let me become a suitor, And a prevailing one, to get his pardon.
Alm. O, dearest Leonora, with what forehead Dare I look on him now? too powerful Love, The best strength of thy unconfined empire Lies in weak women's hearts: thou art feign'd
And yet we borrow our best sight from thee. Could it be else, the person still the same, Affection over me such power should have, To make me scorn a prince, and love a slave?
And unadvised wildness first threw on you. Thus I would teach the world a better way For the recovery of a wounded honour, Than with a savage fury, not true courage, Still to run headlong on.
Ant. Can this be serious?
Car. I'll add this, he that does wrong, not alone Draws, but makes sharp, his enemy's sword against His own life and his honour. I have paid for't; And wish that they who dare most, would learn from me,
Not to maintain a wrong, but to repent it. Paul. Why, this is like yourself.
Car. For further proof,
Here, sir, with all my interest, I give up This lady to you.
Tice. Which I make more strong
With my free grant.
Alm. I bring mine own consent,
Which will not weaken it.
All. All joy confirm it!
Ant. Your unexpected courtesies amaze me, Which I will study with all love and service To appear worthy of.
Paul. Pray you, understand, sir, There are a pair of suitors more, that gladly Would hear from you as much as the pleased Hath said unto the prince of Tarent.
Duke. Take her;
Her dowry shall be answerable to Her birth, and your desert.
Pedro. You make both happy.
Ant. One only suit remains; that you would To take again into your highness' favour, [please This honest captain: let him have your grace; What's due to his much merit, shall from me Meet liberal rewards.
Ant. Now may all here that love, as they are friends
To our good fortunes, find like prosperous ends. [Exeunt.
Custom, and that a law we must obey,
In the way of epilogue bids me something say, Howe'er to little purpose, since we know,
If you are pleased, unbegg'd you will bestow A gentle censure: on the other side, If that this play deserve to be decried In your opinions, all that I can say Will never turn the stream the other way. Your gracious smiles will render us secure ; Your frowns without despair we must endure.
SCENE,-PARTLY IN THE CITY OF MANTUA, AND PARTLY IN THE DUTCHY.
Hort. Honest ones, I know it.
I have my bills of exchange, and all provisions, Entrusted to you; you have shewn yourself Just and discreet, what would you more? and yet, To satisfy in some part your curious care, Hear this, and leave me. I desire to be Obscured; and, as I have demean'd myself These six months past in Mantua, I'll continue Unnoted and unknown, and, at the best, Appear no more than a gentleman, and a stranger, That travels for his pleasure.
From Florence; but it is 'gainst me already
Hort. A war, indeed, is threaten'd, nay, expected,
Proclaim'd in Mantua; I find it here,
No foreign, but intestine war: I have Defied myself, in giving up my reason A slave to passion, and am led captive Before the battle's fought: I fainted, when I only saw mine enemy, and yielded, Before that I was charged; and, though defeated, I dare not sue for mercy. Like Ixion, I look on Juno, feel my heart turn cinders With an invisible fire; and yet, should she Deign to appear clothed in a various cloud, The majesty of the substance is so sacred, I durst not clasp the shadow. I behold her With adoration, feast my eye, while all My other senses starve; and, oft frequenting The place which she makes happy with her pre- I never yet had power with tongue or pen [sence, To move her to compassion, or make known What 'tis I languish for; yet I must gaze still, Though it increase my flame :-however, I Much more than fear I am observ'd, and censured For bold intrusion. [Walks by.
The unparallel'd Matilda! some proof of it; I'll pay for my intelligence. [Gives Asc. money.
Your honour's hand; 'twas ever fair, but now Beyond comparison.
Beat. I guess the reason;
A giving hand is still fair to the receiver.
Asc. Your ladyship's in the right; but to the purpose.
He is my client, and pays his fees as duly As ever usurer did, in a bad cause,
To his man of law; and yet I get, and take them Both easily and honestly: all the service I do him is, to give him notice when And where the princess will appear; and that I hope's no treason. If you miss him, when She goes to the vesper or the matins, hang me; Or when she takes the air, be sure to find him Near her coach, at her going forth, or coming back;
But if she walk, he's ravish'd. I have seen him Smell out her footing like a lime-hound, and nose it From all the rest of her train.
Beat. Yet I ne'er saw him
Present her a petition.
Asc. Nor e'er shall:
He only sees her, sighs, and sacrifices A tear or two-then vanishes.
Beat. 'Tis most strange :
What a sad aspéct he wears! but I'll make use The princess is much troubled with the threats That come from Florence; I will bring her to him, The novelty may afford her sport, and help To purge deep melancholy. Boy, can you stay Your client here for the third part of an hour? I have some ends in't.
Asc. Stay him, madam! fear not : The present receipt of a round sum of crowns, And that will draw most gallants from their prayers, Cannot drag him from me.
Asc. Why do you sigh? if that you have a business
To be dispatch'd in court, shew ready money, You shall find those that will prefer it for you.
Hort. Business ! can any man have business, but To see her; then admire her, and pray for her, She being composed of goodness? for myself, I find it a degree of happiness
But to be near her, and I think I pay
A strict religious vow, when I behold her; And that's all my ambition.
Yet, she being absent, you may spend some hours With profit and delight too. After dinner,
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