But barks against the moon, and I contemn it. The mask you promised. [A horn sounded within. Ladis. Let them enter.
Eubu. Here's one, I fear, unlook'd for. Ladis. From the camp?
Cour. The general, victorious in your fortune, Kisses your hand in this, sir. [Delivers a letter.
Ladis. That great Power,
Who at his pleasure does dispose of battles, Be ever praised for't! Read, sweet, and partake it : The Turk is vanquish'd, and with little loss Upon our part, in which our joy is doubled.
Eubu. But let it not exalt you; bear it, sir, With moderation, and pay what you owe for't.
Ladis. I understand thee, Eubulus. I'll not now Enquire particulars.-[Exit Courier.]-Our delights deferr'd,
With reverence to the temples; there we'll tender Our souls' devotions to his dread might,
Who edged our swords, and taught us how to fight. [Exeunt.
A Hall in MATHIAS' | She solemnly observes, with greedy hopes,
Hil. And if I put her not out of her dumps I'll make her howl for anger. [with laughter,
Coris. Not too much
Of that, good fellow Hilario: our sad lady Hath drank too often of that bitter cup;
A pleasant one must restore her. With what patience
Would she endure to hear of the death of my lord; That, merely out of doubt he may miscarry, Afflicts herself thus ?
Hil. Umph! 'tis a question
A widow only can resolve. There be some That in their husbands' sicknesses have wept Their pottle of tears a day; but being once certain At midnight he was dead, have in the morning Dried up their handkerchiefs, and thought no more on't.
Coris. Tush, she is none of that race; if her
Be not true and perfect, I, against my sex, Will take my oath woman ne'er wept in earnest. She has made herself a prisoner to her chamber, Dark as a dungeon, in which no beam Of comfort enters. She admits no visits; Eats little, and her nightly music is Of sighs and groans, tuned to such harmony Of feeling grief, that I, against my nature, Am made one of the consort. This hour only She takes the air, a custom every day
Soph. I was flatter'd once, I was a star, but now Turn'd a prodigious meteor, and, like one, Hang in the air between my hopes and fears; And every hour the little stuff burnt out That yields a waning light to dying comfort, I do expect my fall, and certain ruin. In wretched things more wretched is delay; And Hope, a parasite to me, being unmask'd, Appears more horrid than Despair, and my Distraction worse than madness. Even my prayers, When with most zeal sent upward, are pull'd down With strong imaginary doubts and fears, And in their sudden precipice o'erwhelm me. Dreams and fantastic visions walk the round About my widow'd bed, and every slumber's Broken with loud alarms: can these be then But sad presages, girl?
Coris. You make them so,
And antedate a loss shall ne'er fall on you. Such pure affection, such mutual love, A bed, and undefiled on either part, A house without contention, in two bodies One will and soul, like to the rod of concord, Kissing each other, cannot be short-lived, Or end in barrenness.-If all these, dear madam, (Sweet in your sadness,) should produce no fruit, Or leave the age no models of yourselves,
I know thy reasons are like to thy wishes; And they are built upon a weak foundation, To raise me comfort. Ten long days are past, Ten long days, my Corisca, since my lord Embark'd himself upon a sea of danger, In his dear care of me. And if his life Had not been shipwreck'd on the rock of war, His tenderness of me (knowing how much I languish for his absence) had provided Some trusty friend, from whom I might receive Assurance of his safety.
Coris. Ill news, madam,
To strive; our horses tired, let's walk on foot: And that the castle, which is very near us, To give us entertainment, may soon hear us, Blow lustily, my lad, and drawing nigh-a, Ask for a lady which is cleped Sophia. Coris. He names you, madam.
Hil. For to her I bring,
Thus clad in arms, news of a pretty thing, By name Mathias.
Soph. From my lord? O sir,
I am Sophia, that Mathias' wife.
So may Mars favour you in all your battles, As you with speed unload me of the burthen
I labour under, till I am confirm'd
Both where and how you left him!
For, though a knight, when I said so, I lied. Weary he was, and scarce could stand upright, And looking round for some courageous knight To rescue him, as one perplex'd in woe, He call'd to me, Help, help, Hilario! My valiant servant, help!
Coris. He has spoil'd all.
Soph. Are you the man of arms, then? I'll make bold
To take off your martial beard, you had fool's hair Enough without it. Slave! how durst thou make Thy sport of what concerns me more than life, In such an antic fashion? Am I grown Contemptible to those I feed? you, minion, Had a hand in it too, as it appears;
Your petticoat serves for bases to this warrior. Coris. We did it for your mirth. Hil. For myself, I hope,
I have spoke like a soldier.
Soph. Hence, you rascal!
I never but with reverence name my lord, And can I hear it by thy tongue profaned, And not correct thy folly? but you are Transform'd, and turn'd knight-errant : take your
A fine piece of work on't! How do you like the You had a foolish itch to be an actor, [quality? And may stroll where you please.
Hil. Will you buy my share?
Coris. No, certainly; I fear I have already Too much of mine own: I'll only, as a damsel, (As the books say,) thus far help to disarm you; And so, dear Don Quixote, taking my leave, I leave you to your fortune. Hil. Have I sweat
My brains out for this quaint and rare invention, And am I thus rewarded? I could turn Tragedian, and roar now, but that I fear "Twould get me too great a stomach, having no
To pacify colon: What will become of me?
I cannot beg in armour, and steal I dare not : My end must be to stand in a corn field, And fright away the crows, for bread and cheese; Or find some hollow tree in the highway, And there, until my lord return, sell switches: No more Hilario, but Dolorio now,
I'll weep my eyes out, and be blind of purpose To move compassion; and so I vanish. [Exit.
SCENE II.-Alba Regalis. An Ante-room in
Enter EUBULUS, UBALDO, RICARDO, and others.
Eubu. Are the gentlemen sent before, as it was order'd
By the king's direction, to entertain The general?
Ric. Long since; they by this have met him, And given him the bienvenu.
Eubu. I hope I need not Instruct you in your parts.
Ubald. How! us, my lord!
Fear not; we know our distances and degrees To the very inch where we are to salute him. Ric. The state were miserable, if the court had none
Of her own breed, familiar with all garbs Gracious in England, Italy, Spain, or France; With form and punctuality to receive Stranger ambassadors: for the general, He's a mere native, and it matters not Which way we do accost him.
That such as sit at the helm provide no better
For the training up of the gentry. In my judg
An academy erected, with large pensions
To such as in a table could set down
The congees, cringes, postures, methods, phrase, Proper to every nation
Ric. O, it were
An admirable piece of work!
Ubald. And yet rich fools
Throw away their charity on hospitals
For beggars and lame soldiers, and ne'er study The due regard to compliment and courtship, Matters of more import; and are indeed The glories of a monarchy !
Eubu. These, no doubt,
Are state points, gallants, I confess; but, sure, Our court needs no aids this way, since it is A school of nothing else. There are some of you Whom I forbear to name, whose coining heads Are the mints of all new fashions, that have done More hurt to the kingdom by superfluous bravery, Which the foolish gentry imitate, than a war, Or a long famine; all the treasure, by This foul excess, is got into the merchant, Embroiderer, silkman, jeweller, tailor's hand, And the third part of the land too, the nobility Engrossing titles only.
Ric. My lord, you are bitter.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. The general is alighted, and now enter'd. Ric. Were he ten generals, I am prepared,
And know what I will do.
Eubu. Pray you, what Ricardo?
Ric. I'll fight at compliment with him. Ubald. I'll charge home too.
Eubu. And that's a desperate service; if you come off well.
Enter FERDINAND, MATHIAS, BAPTISTA, and Captains.
Ferd. Captain, command the officers to keep The soldier, as he march'd, in rank and file, Till they hear further from me. [Exeunt Captains. Eubu. Here's one speaks
In another key; this is no canting language Taught in your academy.
Though of more worth and use, meet the same fate, As it is too apparent. I have observ'd,
Kill'd under me, I every minute look'd for An honourable end, and that was all
When horrid Mars, the touch of whose rough My hope could fashion to me: circled thus hand
With palsies shakes a kingdom, hath put on His dreadful helmet, and with terror fills The place where he, like an unwelcome guest, Resolves to revel, how the lords of her, like The tradesman, merchant, and litigious pleader, And such like scarabs bred in the dung of peace, In hope of their protection humbly offer
Their daughters to their beds, heirs to their service,
And wash with tears their sweat, their dust, their
Your majesties with description of a battle Too full of horror for the place, and to Avoid particulars, which should I deliver, I must trench longer on your patience than My manners will give way to ;-in a word, sir, It was well fought on both sides, and almost With equal fortune, it continuing doubtful Upon whose tents plumed Victory would take Her glorious stand. Impatient of delay, With the flower of our prime gentlemen, I charged Their main battalia, and with their assistance Brake in; but, when I was almost assured That they were routed, by a stratagem Of the subtile Turk, who opened his gross body, And rallied up his troops on either side,
I found myself so far engaged, for I
Must not conceal my errors, that I knew not Which way with honour to come off.
A general that tells his faults, and is not Ambitious to engross unto himself
All honour, as some have, in which, with justice, They could not claim a share.
Ferd. Being thus hemm'd in,
Their scimitars raged among us; and, my horse
With death and horror, as one sent from heaven, This man of men, with some choice horse, that follow'd
His brave example, did pursue the track His sword cut for them, and, but that I see him Already blush to hear what he, being present, I know would wish unspoken, I should say, sir, By what he did, we boldly may believe All that is writ of Hector.
Pray spare these strange hyperboles. Eubu. Do not blush
To hear a truth; here are a pair of monsieurs, Had they been in your place, would have run away, And ne'er changed countenance.
Ubald. We have your good word still. Eubu. And shall, while you deserve it.
Ladis. Silence; on.
Ferd. He, as I said, like dreadful lightning
From Jupiter's shield, dispersed the armed gire With which I was environed; horse and man Shrunk under his strong arm : more, with his looks Frighted, the valiant fled, with which encouraged, My soldiers, (like young eaglets preying under The wings of their fierce dam,) as if from him They took both spirit and fire, bravely came on. By him I was remounted, and inspired With treble courage; and such as fled before Boldly made head again; and, to confirm them, It suddenly was apparent, that the fortune Of the day was ours; each soldier and commander Perform'd his part; but this was the great wheel By which the lesser moved; and all rewards And signs of honour, as the civic garland, The mural wreath, the enemy's prime horse, With the general's sword, and armour, (the old honours
With which the Romans crown'd their several leaders,)
To him alone are proper.
Ladis. And they shall
Deservedly fall on him. Sit; 'tis our pleasure. Ferd. Which I must serve, not argue.
Hon. You are a stranger,
But, in your service for the king, a native. And, though a free queen, I am bound in duty To cherish virtue wheresoe'er I find it : This place is yours.
Math. It were presumption in me To sit so near you.
Hon. Not having our warrant. [Music within. Ladis. Let the masquers enter: by the prepa- ration,
"Tis a French brawl, an apish imitation Of what you really perform in battle: And Pallas, bound up in a little volume, Apollo, with his lute, attending on her, Serve for the induction.
Enter Masquers, &c.: PALLAS, accompanied by APOLLO on the lute.
Though we contemplate to express
The glory of your happiness,
That, by your powerful arm, have been
So true a victor, that no sin
Could ever taint you with a blame
To lessen your deserved fame.
I will begin, and, as in my esteem You are most eminent, expect to have What's fit for me to give, and you to take. The favour in the quick dispatch being double, Go fetch my casket, and with speed. [Exit ACANTHE. Eubu. The kingdom
Is very bare of money, when rewards Issue from the queen's jewel-house. Give him gold And store, no question the gentleman wants it. Good madam, what shall he do with a hoop ring, And a spark of diamond in it? though you take it,
Re-enter ACANTHE with a Casket.
For the greater honour, from your majesty's finger, "Twill not increase the value. He must purchase Rich suits, the gay caparison of courtship, Revel and feast, which, the war ended, is A soldier's glory; and 'tis fit that way Your bounty should provide for him. Hon. You are rude,
And by your narrow thoughts proportion mine. What I will do now shall be worth the envy Of Cleopatra. Open it; see here
[HONORIA descends from the State. The lapidary's idol! Gold is trash, And a poor salary fit for grooms; wear these, As studded stars in your armour, and make the sun Look dim with jealousy of a greater light Than his beams gild the day with: when it is Exposed to view, call it Honoria's gift,
The queen Honoria's gift, that loves a soldier ; And, to give ornament and lustre to him, Parts freely with her own! Yet, not to take From the magnificence of the king, I will Dispense his bounty too, but as a page To wait on mine; for other tosses, take A hundred thousand crowns :-your hand, dear sir- [Takes off the King's signet. And this shall be thy warrant. Eubu. I perceive
I was cheated in this woman: now she is In the giving vein to soldiers, let her be proud, And the king dote, so she go on, I care not.
Hon. This done, our pleasure is, that all arrear- Be paid unto the captains, and their troops; [ages With a large donative, to increase their zeal For the service of the kingdom.
Let men of arms be used thus, if they do not Charge desperately upon the cannon's mouth, Though the devil roar'd, and fight like dragons, hang me!
Now they may drink sack; but small beer, with a passport
To beg with as they travel, and no money, Turns their red blood to buttermilk. Hon. Are you pleased, sir,
With what I have done?
Ladis. Yes, and thus confirm it,
With this addition of mine own: You have, sir, From our loved queen received some recompense For your life hazarded in the late action; And, that we may follow her great example In cherishing valour, without limit ask What you from us can wish.
Dread sir, as 'tis affirm'd, that every soil, Where he is well, is to a valiant man
His natural country, reason may assure me I should fix here, where blessings beyond hope, From you, the spring, like rivers, flow unto me. If wealth were my ambition, by the queen I am made rich already, to the amazement Of all that see, or shall hereafter read The story of her bounty; if to spend The remnant of my life in deeds of arms, No region is more fertile of good knights, From whom my knowledge that way may be bet- Than this your warlike Hungary; if favour, [ter'd, Or grace in court could take me, by your grant, Far, far, beyond my merit, I may make In yours a free election; but, alas! sir, I am not mine own, but by my destiny (Which I cannot resist) forced to prefer My country's smoke, before the glorious fire With which your bounties warm me. All I ask, Though I cannot be ignorant it must relish Of foul ingratitude, is your gracious license For my departure.
Ladis. Whither?
Math. To my own home, sir,
My own poor home; which will, at my return, Grow rich by your magnificence. I am here But a body without a soul; and, till I find it In the embraces of my constant wife, And, to set off that constancy, in her beauty And matchless excellencies without a rival, I am but half myself.
Hon. And is she then
So chaste and fair as you infer? Math. O, madam,
Though it must argue weakness in a rich man, To shew his gold before an armed thief, And I, in praising of my wife, but feed The fire of lust in others to attempt her; Such is my full-sail'd confidence in her virtue, Though in my absence she were now besieged By a strong army of lascivious wooers, And every one more expert in his art, Than those that tempted chaste Penelope :
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