A Challenge for Beauty

A CHALLENGE FOR BEAVTIE . AS IT HATH BEENE SVNdry times Acted , By the KINGS Majesties Servants : At the Blacke-friers , and at the Globe on the Banke-side .

Aut prodesse solent , aut Delectare —

Written by THOMAS HEYWOOD .

LONDON : Printed by R. Raworth , and are to bee sold by Iames Becket , at his shop in the Inner Temple Gate , 1636 .

The Prologue . THe Roman and Athenian Drammaes farre Differ from us , And those that frequent are In Italy and France , even in these dayes , Compar'd with ours , are rather jiggs than Playes : Like of the Spanish may be said , and Dutch , None verst in language , but confesse them such . They doe not build their projects on that ground , Nor have their phrases halfe the weight and sound Our laboured Scenes have had ; ( and yet our Nation , Already too much taxt for imitation , In seeking to Ape others ) cannot quit Some of our Poets , who have sinn'd in it . For where before great Patriots , Dukes and Kings Presented for some hie facinorious things , Were the Stage-Subiect ; now we strive to flie In their low pitch , who never could soare hie : For now the common argument intreats , Of puling Lovers , craftie Bawdes or cheates . Nor blame I their quick fancies , who can fit These queasie Times , with Humours flash't in wit , Whose Art I both incourage and commend ; I only wish that they would sometimes bend To memorise the valours of such men , Whose very names might dignifie the Pen , And that our ( once applauded ) Roscian straine , In acting such might be reviv'd againe : Which you to countenance , would the Stage make proud , And Poets strive to key their strings more loud ,

Dramatis Personae . King Sebastian King of Portugall . Queene Isabella His proud Queene . L. Bonavida A noble and honest Spanish Lord . Centella Pineda Two Spanish Sycophants . Valladaura A noble Spanish Sea Captaine . Mont . Ferrers A noble English Sea Captaine . Hellena Sister to Ferrers , of incomparable Vertue and Beautie . Aldana Father to Petrocella . Petrocella A faire Spanish Ladie . Leonora An ancient Lady , wife to Aldana Rosara Maid to Hellena . Manhurst Ferrers his friend . The Clowne Servant to the Lord Bonavida . Three Englishmen . Sold for Slaves in Spaine .

A Challenge for Beauty . Actus primus . Scaena prima . Enter the King of Portugall , Isabella the Queene , the Lord Bonavida , two other Lords , Centella , Pineda , with a great traine of Attendants . King . THe united blood of Spaine and Portugall , Now meetes in us ; the Hereditary hopes , That were but in Conception , now have birth , And what was but Idea , till this day , Hath put on essence . Omnes . Ioy to the Prince and Princesse . King . This Hayle from you , wee count a blessing to us , And more then common greeting , as from Gentlemen , Crown'd both in blood , and vertue . Isabel. These perhapps , See with judiciall eyes unto these joyes You gaine by enjoying us . King . Wee find them great . Isabel. But great ? wee look'd for a superlative , And if there be a fit , and knowne degree , Above compare ; to have binne mark'd with thee Wee would not have a thought conceiv'd of us , But should be mix'd with rapture , and what you Terme joy , transported into extasie , But great ? Bena. Mee-thinkes addition great enough For any mortall Woman . Cent. To such goodnesse , Your highnesse might have lent an attribute Of farre more weight , and splendor . King .

Teach us that ?

Isabel. I shall , who would be weigh'd unto my worth , And yet in all my poyse not loose a dram , Put you the prowdest Lady in one scale , And mee into another . Bona.

You shall mount her — If pride will do 't .

Isabel. This Beauty , Vertue , Birth , Shall unto mine owne Center sinke my selfe , And lift her , unto nought save smoake and Ayre . Pine .

Nay , that upon my knowledge .

King . Faire Isabella , Instruct mee modestly in what I erre , And if I shall but skant you in the least , I le make you large amends . Isabel. Why even in that , In tearming mee but faire , faire Isabella ? It is a Milke-maides title , every Swaine Bestowes it on his Mistris , nere so meane , Your City damsell scornes the word , because 'T is common in the Country ; and shall wee Bred in the Courts rich glory , intertain't ? What 's great and faire ? wee would be term'd divine . Such as would give us our full character , Must search for Epithites , and studie phrase . Bona.

Examine but plaine Mantuan , and hee 'l tell you , what woman is .

Isabel. Great Prince of Portugall , Observe in me thine happinesse , thanke not Heaven So much that thou wert borne , nor borne a Prince , But that thou injoy'st us : For that great blessing Give thy Creation thankes . Cent.

So he well may .

Isabel. Behold I here expose me to all eyes , To universal censure . Lives a Lady Greater in Blood ? if any that gainesay Spaine shall maintaine it by her potency ; Search Italy and all these Climes beyond , Come by the Alps backe , and view France throughout , Produce me the most excellent German Froae , Examine England , which some say breeds beauties Beyond all these , and Prince ; your Portugall To equall this ; this ? doe I boast of those That are not mine ? say wee ascribe our birth Onely to Fortune , and to nature forme , Count both these accidentall , there 's a third Vertue remaines : and even in that wee dare With any Princesse of the World contest . Come , your free censures Lords . Pineda , Madam I hold you In least of these not to be parallell'd . Centella , In my opinion , Madam you so farre Exceed all these that yet mine eyes have seene Nay heard , or read of . Bonavid. O base flattery ! Cent. That unto those beforetime wondred at , You in our age appeare a miracle , And never to be matcht . Isabella . We observe in you , A kind of inforct silence mixt with scornes , Your tongue hath beene so back-ward to pronounce So definitive a sentence . Bonavid. Know then Madam , I must confesse ( although a womans sonne ) Yet cannot I dissemble , neither would I , Should I be rackt and tortured , then with pardon Vnto the Prince and you , thus much I thinke , I not deny , but you by birth are royall . Beautious , or else I should condemne mine eyes , And say they wore false lights ; for your knowne vertues , Traytor he were , that should but question them , I make this attestation , yet sweet Princesse , These praises you conferre upon your selfe Though they be just and true from your owne Tongue Loose part of their great luster , in these , or mee , They would have had more sweetnesse , better sownd , But from a Tuskan tongue , or Porteguise , English or French , or any Strangers mouth , Much more harmonious relish ; I have held it Still as a Maxime , my best Iudging dayes , Such doubt their worths are forc'd themselues to prayse . Isa. Who fitter to speake trueth , then Trueth 's own tongue ? Bona. Yet arrogance in Trueth may blemish it . Isabel. Of Arrogance us ? Bona. Call 't if you please , Selfe-love : Besides in man or woman , since the first Nature hath yeelded ded none so absolute , To whom she made no fellow . First for beautie , If Greece afforded a fayre Hellen , Troy Her paralleld with a Polyxena : For Wisedome , Rome presented a Cornelia , And Lidia a Sosipatra : Chastity ? Lucrece , of whom the Romanes so much boast : Did not the selfe same Citie breede a Portia , Who when she heard her husband Brutus slaine , Kept from all other Engines , swallowed fire , And by that meanes to meete with him in death , Of such I could produce yet Infinite ; And Madam though I must confesse you rare , And most compleatly perfect in all these , Yet not so choice a piece , but the wide world May yeeld you a competitor . Isabel. As you are , Prince , And over hope to have the sweete fruition Of those pure gifts , that man so much disdaines ; Grant mee one free demand . King .

Speake and obtaine ,

Isabel. His banishment from Spaine and Portugall , Never hereafter to bee capable Of Honor , of Renowne , place , or office , Till hee can find , produce , and set before vs , Our match in Face and bosome , birth wee set by , But be shee woman , and can ballance us , In both , or either , he redeemes his exile Without such , to returne , forfeits his head , Denie this Prince , you banish us your bed . King . Most unpeer'd Lady , that , not for ten Worlds , For if an husband can a vassaile bee , To such approved vertues ; I am hee : Lord Bonavida , you have from her tongue An expresse doome , that cannot bee revok't ; T is like the Persian seale vnalterable : And come my divine Princesse ; Hee shall knowe , In his Iust doome , what zeale to you wee owe . Exit K. & Isa. Bona. Is this Trueth 's merit ? Can the Court find place For none but flatterers , and must I be made The first example of her Tyrannie ? Shall I be made a president through Spaine , To deterre men from speaking in the Court What 's Iust and honest ? Nay , wee terme this law , Or meere oppression . What an Infinite taske Am I confin'd too ? One as vertuous No Cloister scarce but could supply me with , And never travell further ; but the doubt is , Whether it harbour in so smooth a skinne ; As faire a face , I might with ease produce , But Where 's the Vertue then ? since few there are That weare both these ascriptions , Chaste , and fayre : In all his twelue great labours , Hercules Was not thus task'd by Iuno . Enter the Clowne . Clow.

Ill newes flies apace , and hath pluck't mee by the eares already , well , whosoever pronounc'd that sentence ; I hope no body heares mee : I would his Portugall skinne were tann'd into Spanish Leather , and either cut into some slovenly Boote , to be dabled in the durt without a Galoach , or snip'd into a Saint Martines Ierkin , that never came within the sent of a perfumers shoppe .

Bona. Had shee propos'd to find her match for pride , There had binne then no helpe , no hope at all ; For that had bin the harder taske of two . Clow.

In stead of confin'd had his doome beene to have been coffin'd , there had beene some comfort , he might have still kept his Country , but in plaine Portenguise and Spanish , both banisht

Bona.

I am sure thou hearest the newes .

Clow.

How can I chuse , being in the mouth of every Diego , which I no sooner heard , but I so sought that I might finde you , and so finde you neuer hereafter to lose you , for without you this is no place for mee , and without mee no Country can bee a Country for you . And so a Figge for Spaine , and a Prune for Pertugall .

Bona. I both accept and will reward thy love , If ere my Fate be to revisite home . First these , then severall Countries we will trie , To finde out this choyse peece . Clow. That 's you and I . Exeunt Enter Petrocella , Aldana her father . Ald.

Why how ! mistris daughter , have you conquered the West Indies , that you weare a gold Mine on your backe , this wearing will make your fathers revenewes shrink .

Petr.

I le be so bold as stretch them on the tenters and they do

Ald.

Y' are a good Iewell the whilst .

Petr.

And Iewels must be set in gold father , I le not lose the least dram of my lustre .

Ald.

You will not , and to what end suits all this bravery pray ?

Petr.

To a good end if my Ayme bee steady . Heare you the Newes at Court .

Ald.

Of Valladauraes fight at Sea ; is this golden baite for him ?

Petr.

'Las poore Sea-calfe : 't is not his love I angle for , I fish deeper streames and for a richer draught , have you not heard of Bonavida's fortunes ?

Ald.

To parallell the Queene in beauty and vertue ? which he can never doe .

Petr.

Which he may easily doe , her Prerogative of birth set apart what blemish doe you see in mee that I may not bee the woman ?

Ald.

Thou foolish girle : then compare a Glow-worme with a Starre , a Starre with the Sunne .

Petr.

And the Sunne with a Burning glasse : Come , come , you 're dim-sighted Father , could you see with my eyes , and judge with my understanding , your comparison would hold é contrario I assure you : thy hasty newes ?

Enter servant . Ser.

A Noble Gentleman —

Petr.

Would speake with mee ; ( Bonavide in my Conscience ) Is 't not so fellow ?

Ser.

I am not familliar with his name : He is of a noble aspect .

Petr.

It can be none but hee , give mee fresh ornaments , see your errour now father , Cupid and Venus , rich and new attires : Bonavide come ? live in my cheeke sweet beauty : Eloquence attend my tongue , and perfection my behaviour : Came hee on horsebacke or Caroach't .

Ser.

Neither of either . He is new come from Sea .

Petr.

Certainely he having lost his labour in forraine search he meetes his hopes at home , the more my honour still : flye and admit him . Your Counsell father , shall I seeme strange of familiar , wanton or serious , affable or peevish , I am as full of humors as an April day of variety , how shall I beare my selfe ?

Ald.

Ene in the mid'st meane , daughter , or let me see and thou wilt be ruld by me , beare thy selfe — E'ne how thou wilt , provided it be to thine owne profit , and my further honour : Noble Bonavide has Valladaur a Daughter ? do you know this gallant ?

Petr.

Valladaura I hate , this gentleman acquainted with my beauty , reveald it to Bonavide : Sir you have bound mee to you , and comes to usher him to my presence .

Ald.

Marry and wellcome , my further honour still .

Petr.

We stay his comming , pray Sir so returne him .

Vall.

Whos 's comming ?

Petr.

His , your Masters Bonavide's .

Vall.

You speake Riddles to me .

Petr.

Be your owne O Edipus and dissolve them then .

Ald.

Come not you Nuntius from Bonavida Sir ?

Vall.

I am mine owne Nuntius and my Errand's love .

Ald.

I heare no hurt , my further honour still .

Vall. Which I am come in person to deliver To this rare beauty . Ald. Honour upon honour . Petr.

My fortunes flie of to strong a wing , to stoope so low a pitch , is not Bonavida come yet ?

Ald.

As much as ere he will I thinke , Valladauraes a prettie piece of flesh ceaze him : play not Esops cur , lose not the substance in expectation of the shadow : 't is a dog trick many Ladies have practis'd : bosome him , doe .

Petr.

What , this meane creature ?

Ald.

And he were meaner , so thou getst profit , and thy father honour by 't .

Vall.

Are all my hopes repaid with scorne ?

Ald.

He begins to recoyle , clap him close to thy breast , hee 's gone else .

Petr.

Nay , Valladaura .

Vall. Have I laid out more breath In sacrificing vowes , and fruitlesse Sonnets Vnto that be beautious shrine , than ere man did ? Petr.

Come , be not passionate , though I know both my worth and beauty , and understand what Orbe they move into : I am not so much infected with that same Court-sicknesse Philantia , or selfe-love , to scorne the service of any generous Spirit .

Ald.

How , neither for thy profit , nor thy fathers honour ?

Petr.

In sober conference then , what bounded service , have you ever done my beauty , that may challenge the least interest in my love ?

Vall. As many as man can , I writ my selfe ( And truly ) lover ere I could write man , Passing my service as a star , where she The blest Idea of thy glorious feature , Drawne by the curious working of my thoughts , Gave me the better , I put out to Sea , And there — Petr. What did you ? Ald. For thy honour now ; what didst at Sea ? Vall. As much as any man — Ald. That did no more than thou didst , thy further honor stil . Vall. Somewhat I did : but what , let these deepe wounds Vndrest and unbound up deliver . Petr.

They are tonguetide , and cannot speak for blushing , pretty ornaments for a souldier , how came you by them tro ? honestly

Vall. As noble Hector did by his , but by An enemy farre more valiant than his . Ald. I like that well , thy further honour still . Vall. At Sea I met with a bold man of war , And somewhat more , an Englishman : Oh had Your eye ( but fate denied that blessednesse ) Witnest our bearing , and how far the thought Of you and your rare beauty carried me Above my strength . Petr.

I should have said what you are forc't to acknowledge that my beauty had been the better man .

Ald. I am proud of that , my further honour still . Pe.

All this while you are beholding to my beauty , & I nothing in debt to your valour , which for ought I gather , is nothing at all

Vall. Nothing ? to enter , and hold single combat With such a daring opposite , nothing , to take These dangerous wounds , and bring 'em home undrest ? Petr.

'T was I confesse somewhat to take these wounds , yet in my minde he that gives the cognizance has more reason to boast of it , than hee that weares it : shew mee the man that gave you these wounds and I 'le commend his valour .

Ald.

For giving of 'em ? Knight there 's small honour in taking of 'em though in my judgement , but what was he ?

Vall. A man whose noble valour I must speake . Petr. Good reason , he has paid you soundly for 't afore hand . Vall. In love and honour I shall ever serve him . Petr.

So I thought , for you weare a livery of his , cut to the skin and lind with Crimson : had you gin 't him , I should have cane you for the Master . But pardon me , I soare too high for a serving-man , your eare , I am modest , away , hie to the suburbes , bribe some honest Barbarsurgeon to wash off your dishonor and hear your infamy .

That done once , learne this tenet of the war , The honour's more to give than weare a scar . Each coward may doe that . Exit . Vall. 'T is not my fate but mine owne imperfection , That makes the act in it selfe good and laudable , Ill and distastfull , were my services Done by some other , they must needs become And grace the owner , were my words deliv'rd From any tongue but mine , they could not choose But win attention : Had my love beene bred In any breast but mine , it could not thus Be scorn'd and bafled . I of all the world Am most infortunate , neither act , word , or love Can please your audience , or compassion move . Exit .

Actus secundus Scena prima . Enter Lo. Bonavide and the Clowne . Bona. AFter our tedious travells wee at length Are safe arriv'd in England , speake what use Hast made of our long Voyage ? Clow.

Such as Travellers use , for by long practise I am now at length growne perfect , and the truth is I can lie in any language .

Bona. But in our quest of this rare piece of beauty And Vertue mixt , to rival the great Princesse , What thinkest thou of our triall made in Spaine ? Clow.

I thinke of it as I ever did , that 's as of a bottle of hay , and the Creature you talke of , a Needle a very Spanish Needle , which I feare you wil never live to hit ful in the eie : Spayne ! there are so many Mores in t , that I know you would hope of nothing lesse : besides the most beauties of Spaine have been oft in Civill .

Bona.

What then of Portugall ?

Clow.

Worse then the tother : the Women there are for the most part like their Orindges , the fayrer the outside the rottenner within , and the founder at the heart , the rougher the skinne ; the Country is too hot , too hot .

Bona.

What of the Russian then ?

Clow.

As of a Country too cold , and in cold countries I know we should have but cold comfort , besides the women goe wrapt in so much fur , that of necessity they must have more haire then wit , besides they cannot be wise they have so much adoo to keep themselves warme , and more than that , what might the Prince and Princesse thinke , if after all our long travells , wee should come home , and present them with a rush ?

Bona.

Which only taking her great title of

Is worth more than her selfe , of Italy Then give me thy true censure . Clow.

The cleane contrary way , oh , my Lord , there are so many Italian Locks , that I know it was unpossible your owne key should open them all . Moreover these that are naturally jealous of their women , it is probable their women naturally give them cause .

Bona.

For France .

Clow.

What the pox should we speake of that , knowing what is bred in the bone , will hardly out of the flesh ?

Bona.

The women of high Germany ?

Clow.

A place that I should highly stand for , if the Princesse had impos'd on us a chalenge for drinking .

Bona.

Of the Low-Countries then .

Clow.

In Flushing , there is good riding , but not without danger . For many at a high tide , have been like to have beene cast away in the road . At Middleborough , night or day you could scarce finde the Exchange empty . At Bristles , if you remember you were us'd but roughly : At Sluce we were both well wash't , Nimmingham bid you looke to your Skonce : and Ostend , beware the Cat . Don-hague is full of Witches , and had wee but tutcht at Rot or Dam , ten to one we had never come off sound men . Much adoo wee had to finde New-Port : Therefore if ever you come to Bergen , see you make it wisely .

Bona. And now , there 's hope I shall , this Albion That fitly beares name of his chalky cliffs , Breeds wondrous choyse of Beauties , wise , and lovely , Scarce to be match't in all the world besides , 'Mongst which I have took particular view of one , Whom had the Trojan Ravisher beheld , Troy had still stood , the Queene of Love disgrac't , And she alone had gain'd the golden prize , For which the three celestiall beauties strove . Clow.

I grant you the face , but if shee should prove rotten at the heart , there 's the question .

Bona. I thinke none to be made . First for her birth , I have inquir'd her noble : For her breeding , It hath been 'mongst her equalls , and so farre From least taxation , to the sayle of tongues , It merits imitation ; of her chastity Some proofes I have made , and found it like the Diamond , Save by a Diamond never to be wrought . Could opportunity have mov'd , words tempted , Perswasions tooke effect , or guifts prevail'd , Beneath my much importance she had falne : But like a promontory rocke shee stands , At all the curled Oceans wrath unmov'd , Telling the gusts , and bearing every storme , Yet on such vertues are her bases fixt , Shee is not to be shaken , then in her My travells take their period . Clow.

Then I would shes and you were agreed , that you might come to a full poynt : and here shee comes , now or never make a full conclusion , and write Finis .

Enter Leonera and her Daughter . Leo. Daughter , What thinke you of this stranger ? Helle. As a stranger . Leo. Of his carriage and complement . Helle. As things for which he hath travell'd , 't is easie For him that hath the liberty of many Grounds to picke himselfe a choys Nosegay , And hee that hath travell'd so many Countries , Out of every one peculiarizing what 's best ; With what small difficulty may such a one Appeare complementall ? Leo. His proffers to you were large . Helle. And the performance may perhaps prove like His journey , long . Leo. What thinke you of his person ? Helle. That there 's many one cannot pray so well as He , that is better benefic't . Leo.

But say hee had power to performe all that hee hath promised .

Helle. Onely this , that I have power in my selfe to say More then I have yet either promis'd him , or You to utter . Clow.

Did you not heare her talke of utter , for shame Sir , either utter your minde now to the full , or else utterly give it over .

Bona.

Madam , What say you to my suit ?

Helle. I needes must say Sir , it becomes you well , Graces your person , and your person it : I like both Stuffe and fashion . Bona. Oh , sweet Lady , 'T is good to play with such as use to sport , But with the staid be serious . Clow.

Now whilst they are in talke , will I hold some discourse or other with the old Gentlewoman : because shee shall not interrupt them .

May it please your old Ladiship — Hee takes her aside . Leo. Out of this fellow , I may finde perhaps That which his Master would have loath reveald , I 'le joyne with him in conference . Helle Since you tax me of jest , I charge you Sir Henceforth to speake all earnest , or stand mute , Bona. I vow it by my greatest blisse on earth , ( My hopes I have in you . ) Helle. I le try your faith , Have you in all the countries you have travell'd Never made proofe of Lady ? Bona. Yes , in all , And in each clime , of many . Helle.

Nay , I thought what I should finde you , trust a strangers love as gold to court the winde . If then such numbers ,

Why , after all these trialls make you me The last of all your t'sales ? Bona. Last of my hopes , Or period of my wishes , had you said , I should have answered then , onely because Of all you are most perfect . Helle.

Now you flatter .

Leo.

A Lord saidst thou ?

Clowne . I , and I assure your Ladiship , ally'de to the best Grandoes of Spaine , nay more then so , — Bona. As I confesse you perfect , I intreate Let not my merited prayses make you proud , And vie your owne worth ; I shall wonder then : Know Madam , that I left my Countrey Spaine , And there my many honours , not of pleasure , But by compulsive force , unwillingly , My voyage purposely to find out you , Which ere I could , I have travell'd Kingdomes through , Search'd Courts , examin'd Cities , nay even Villages . Helle. For mee ? Bona. For you ; for the chiefe Paragon Of Beautie match't with Vertue ; therefore you For one to rivall the great Spanish Princesse , Matchlesse in both , through halfe the world , save you , Indeede I flatter not , you are that Myne , ( Oh Lady , might I truely say that Mine : ) No India yeelds , save this , but thine ; the sunne . To out-shine that candle , none but this cleere splendor , Dimmes her imperfect glories ; You by this Shall winne your selfe a name through all the world , And purchase admiration : mee that so Have prys'd you , and esteem'd you , marking you Mongst thousands , for a piece unparralleld : Before all things , my Countrey , Honors , Friends , That else like a poore exile forfeit all , And Lady , you the cause on 't : If my Love , Grounded upon such strong opinion Merit repulse ; if you will loose your selfe , And hazard mee , that have my head ingag'd To make this good : I onely shall report The strangest thing in my long search I finde , Beautie with Vertue mixt , prov'd both unkinde . Helle. Which should I be ? — pray give me leave to pause , And then expect my answere . Leo.

And hath hee chus'd her out amongst so many ?

Clow.

Yes , and meanes to make her a great Lady , to possesse her of all his fortunes , to put downe all the prime Ladies of Spaine : and for Beautie and Vertue , to bee preferr'd before the great Princesse her selfe .

Leo. To this , should shee not willingly assent , Shee were no more my daughter . Bona.

Now , your answere .

Helle. Should this be true , that you preferre this face Before the beauties of so many clymes : And that your life and meanes soly depend , There to expose it freely , I should much Digresse from honor , to neglect such love , And should I not in unseene Vertue strive To equall that seene beautie you so prayse , I should then much wrong that great character You have bestow'd upon mee . Leo. Which you shall not ; Daughter , I say you shall not ; Sir , shee 's yours , Or I disclaime her ever . Helle. Pray good mother , A little pardon mee ; how shall I know What heere you promise , you can there make good . Clow.

If you distrust his word , cake mine , which will passe in Spaine for more Myravids , then the best Squiers in England for Farthing-tokens .

Bona. That you may know it is not lust , but love , And the true speculation I have tane , In both these adjuncts , that proclaime you rare , That 't is to have you denison'd in Spaine , Be instated in my liberall fortunes there , To appeare in Court a forraigne miracle , And not to make you heere my Prostitute ; I onely begge your promise , that , being granted , I le backe into my Countrey , tell the Princesse , What heere in England I have seene and found , My peace being made , I will returne thus farre , To fixe you in that spheare a splendant starre , And this is all I crave Leo. 'T is just , and honest , In this can be no fallacie at all . Helle.

As trueth then I accept it , and am yours .

Bona. And Lady , I your creature : For by you I am new made ; as Mistris of this contract . Accept this Ring , which never part withall , But to my selfe in person . Helle. Not in death , T' shall with me to my grave . Bona. To prove your constancy , One Imposition more ; there may be traines Layd to intrap our love , to injure you , And forfeit mee , therefore till my returne , Which shall be with what suddennesse I can : Be showne unto no stranger . Helle. These I vow , And pray you keepe this token with that care That I shall your commands , on this presume . Of which , through all Hesperia you may boast , Though my face please , yet shall my vertue most . Bona. Thou hast lost Isabella ; and I gain'd Me an Empire by my travell : I by you Am new created , being lost and gone , With this most sweete addition , two in one . Clow.

A good hearing , and I and the old Gentlewoman are both witnesses to the bargen .

Exeunt . Enter Valladaura , solus . Valla. Approve no act , tho nere so well becomming Part , so well beautified , phrase aptly languag'd , To the very Tone and Accent of the Time , But seemes in me defam'd and rusticall ; None can indure my sight , all things I doe Are construed to the worst ; I walke the streetes , Salute I all I meete , none resaluteth mee , But looke askue , and point , and laugh at mee , As who should say ; See Petrocellaes Scorne , And that which wounds me deeper then death can , The more I strive to make me worth her love , So much the more unworthy shee reputes mee . Enter Pineda , and Centella , conferring . Pine .

And faith what think'st of Bonavidaes undertaking ?

Cent. As of the man himselfe , most frivolous and idle ; He parallell the Queene ? ha , ha , ha . Valla. They speake of mee , and seale it with a smile : That I could sinke , and hide me in the Center . Pine .

Bold Valladaura , well return'd from Sea : wee heare —

Valla.

Of my disgrace , what a swift wing has Rumor ?

Cent.

You met a bold and noble opposite .

Valla.

Have you heard that too ?

Pine .

But beautious Petrocella —

Valla. Shee has told all : I shall be Ballated , Sung up and downe by Minstrills ? Gentlemen , Tho my successe fell short of my intent , Let it meete faire construction . Pine .

It deserves no lesse .

Cent. Your noble bearing , has given our moderne gallants Plaine-song to descant on . Valla. They scoffe me palpably : but noble friends , Such I have ever reckon'd you , Let 's change Discourse a while in private . Walke and conferre . Enter Turkish Captaine , Mont Ferars , Monhurst , Prisoners . With others . Turk . Of all the Christians this arme ever try'd , You come the neerest men : What Countrey ? Fera.

England .

Turk .

Y' ar Nobly Spirited : Have you got your ransomes ?

Manh.

None but our lives .

Fer.

Them thus wee tender .

Turk . They are Iewells : We rather wish to weare , than part withall , But need commands us to make instant sale ; To the Male-Market with 'em , each man carries His price upon his shoulder , goe goe , try the Market , Our selfe will stay , and answer customers . Vall. Y 'ave given both me and my feares satisfaction , I shall report you noble , and esteeme my credit Much richer than I did : As I said , my opposer Had man enough in him , and indeed more Then I have knowne in many . Pyn.

The Land breeds few other : what 's here , a Market of Slaves ?

Vall.

Manly proportions ? Ha! Mont . Ferrers ?

Fer. Death ! My mortall foe ? how is my poore life hunted ? Vall.

You doe not know me ?

Fer.

I must give you one lie , to say I doe .

Vall. 'T is surely hee , yet if it be , mischance Has made him much unlike himselfe , when he And I vy'd valour on the purple deck , He wote a looke more manly ; I 'le try further . Were you nere Captaine of a Ship at Sea ? Fer.

I had nere been slave unto a Turke , a shore else .

Vall.

Of England ? your name Ferrars ?

Fer. Rather than deny — My name and Country , I 'le acknowledge any Thing base or deadly : I confesse you know me , Vall.

You shall know me too , ere we part .

Fer.

I shall ?

Vall.

Vnto some cost you shall , trust tot .

Exit . Fer. If Fate Has writ my name in her blacke booke : and this The hind-most minute of my howers , I scorne To bribe the Beldame to wipe 't out againe . Pin.

You know the Gentleman confer'd with you ?

Fer.

For a bold Foe , and a proud Spanyard .

Pyn.

You may have cause to say so : h 'as sent you Ransome .

Fer. My ransome ? Why ? Why should he ransome me ? Nay rather , why should I aske that ? I saw Inveterate hate flame in his burning eye , He frees me from slight bondage of the Turke To slave me to himselfe , and exercise New tyranny : he meets a living grave That 's vassall unto him , was once his slave ; That fate o'retakes me : I will not accept it . Mon.

Your reason ?

Fer. Not that I desire to live Slave to a turke , or feare the bloodie usage Of an ambitious Spanyard : Death is but death What shape so ere he comes in . Pin.

Why are ye so loath to meete him then ?

Fer. Though you cannot inforce so much , I le tell you , See you this man ? One that with me hath fronted The wrath , and utmost violence of Fate , Should mine owne Countrimen , nay , naturall mother , Or my kind Sister , whose faire eyes I honour , Should the best Lord of these have sent my ransome , Had it come single without his , as this , I would have spurn'd , and sent it backe . Cent. You would Sir ? We shall returne so much . Pin.

And be perswaded to finde usage answerable to your Contempt .

Exit . Man.

Why for my sake doe you neglect your freedome ?

Fer. Because for mine , thou hast not lov'd thy life , But throwne it upon dangers more than common : Because for me , thou left'st thy native land , Father and Friends , and to make me a fortune Vnmade thine owne ; gav'st both thy selfe and fate Wholly to me ; thinke me not so unjust To lose a Iewell made o're to me in trust . But they returne . Enter Pineda and Contella . Pin.

Here 's both their Ransomes ,

Throwes downe the bags . Turk . And there s both the slaves , A better peny-worth of flesh and bloud Turk never sold . Fer. Nor Christian but a Spanyard Would ere have bought . Pin.

Oh yes , your English Iewes , they 'le buy and sell their fathers , prostrate their wives , and make money of their own children , the male stewes can witnesse that : come on Sir , you must along .

Mon.

How , must ?

Cent.

And shall , prating you English slave ?

Enter Valladaura . Vall.

You know me now ?

Fer. Yes truly , for a Tirant , And bloody hangman : had I knowne thee halfe so well . When on the Deck I had thee at my mercy , I would have ground my sword upon thy bones , And writ my freedome in thy blood . Vall. I live , To doe the like by thee — Fer. And I breathe yet , To dare thee to thy utmost : and may winne More honour of thee , by my manly suffering , Than thou , by base inflicting : My friend and I Like two chaine-bullets , side by side , will fly Thorow the jawes of death . Vall. A strong resolve , But I shall quickly weaken , sunder them , With him there — quicke , that Paper will point out Diet and lodging for him . speakes to a servant . Fer. Sunder them ? that word Falls colder on me than the Rhewme of Death . Pin. Then you 'le not flie like bullets in the jawes Of Death and danger ? Fer. Heare me Valladaura , Since thou wilt needs take up the attribute And name of Tyrant , studie thy trade perfect , Soile it not in performance , like a true Artist , Degree thy tortures , like an angry tempest , Rise calmely first , and keepe thy worst rage last , Torment us joyntly : sunder us at first , A plague so deadly , that what ever followes Will seeme but as a Cordiall : wouldst have devis'd After a thousand tortures , one to mad My manly patience , or to split my heart , It had beene done in this one accent , part . Pin.

Divide 'em so .

Mon. Mezentius . cruelty , Comes short of yours , he joynd , but you divide A living man in two . Vall.

Right spanish Pride .

Fer. I us'd not you so though : but noble Sir , How well thou hast merited living ? Mon. So I 'le die , Thy thought 's an Antidote 'gainst tyrranie . Fer. Borne on that confidence , lose not one teare , Nor spend a sigh , let guilty cowards feare . Vall. You 'l find a change . Fer. Your churlsh — nor can we looke to finde Vsage more gentle . Revenge is unconfin'd . Vall. And so shall mine be : what the art of man Knowes of tormentings , mine shall inflict , and can . This parting of you is the least and first , Of infinite to come . Fer.

I dare the worst .

Exeunt . Enter Sebastian , Isabella , Contella , Pineda , with other attendants and followers . Sebast. Most divine Lady , in the late exile Of your depraver Bonvida ; how Doe you applaud my justice ? Isabel. Why , as Iustice . To have done lesse , should have disgrac'd me more Then all your worth could merit . Cen. Who doubts that , Hee were not worthy to be stil'd a Prince , Or to partake that goodnesse got in you , That should have let slip such proud arrogance , Without severest rigour . Pin. Troath I wonder In what remote clyme the poore exile treads , Or in what place he hopes to find that piece His impudence durst boast of ? Isabel. Hee 's perhaps Travell'd to Arabia Felix , and from thence To bring the Phenix hither . Seba. He should then Have kept his Country , if a Phenix live , You make Spaine blest Arabia . Isabel. I remember , There liv'd a Spanish Princesse of our name , An Isabella too , and not long since ; Who from her Pallace windowes , stedfastly , Gazing upon the Sunne , her heire tooke fire , Some Augures held it as a prodigy , I rather thinke she was Latona's brood , And that Apollo courted her bright haire , Else envying , that her tresses put downe his , He scorcht them off in envie , not dare I From her deriv'd , expose me to his beames , Least , as he burnes the Phenix in her nest Made of the sweetest aromatick wood ; Either in love or envie , he agree To use the like combustion upon me . Cent.

A thing much to bee fear'd .

Pin. Then royall Lady , Might I advise you , keepe out of the Sunne And walke still in the shade , by proofe we see Such Meteors oft take fire . Isabel. Alas poore Lord : To see what thy bold rashnesse brings thee to That thou art forc'd to wander through the world , To finde out a blacke Swan to rivall us ? Thou seek'st a thing that is not : and thy rashnesse Hath justly forc'd thine exile . Enter a Lord . Lord . Fayrest of Creatures , I bring you newes , Lord Bonavid s return'd , And new arriv'd at Court , Isabel.

Art sure 't is so ?

Lord .

Most certaine Royall Princesse .

Isabel.

To his death : If he come empty handed .

Sebast. But if sped , Then hee redeemes his exile . Isabel. Blind , and dull , Hath plenty bred a surfett in you then ? Or have you tane possession of that treasure , You know not how to value to the worth , But though you cannot , wee can rate our selfe : Perhaps , dispayre hath brought him backe to offer His desperate life ; Which if with submission , Repentance , and some due acknowledgement , May in our grace find pardon ; Goe , admit him . Cent. Now let 's prepare our eyes ; For , hee no question Hath brought o're some rare creature . Pine .

Take your stands , let 's have of her full view .

Enter Lord Bonavida , and the Clowne . Bona. All the delights of earth , and joyes above , For ever crowne your Temples . Sebast. Wellcome Bonavida ; How speed you in your voyage ? Bona. That successe , I had in expectation , Royall sir , I am now possest of , really . Clown .

Wee have found her .

Isubel.

Hah , whom ?

Bona. The pride of Nature , and of Love ; Beautie and Vertue in most high contention Which should exceede each other . Clow. Why , I can assure you , wee have her to show , And such a piece — Isabel. Peace you ; What Countrey ? Bona. England . Isabel. What place there ? Bona.

Of their chiefe Cities , the Metropolis , London .

Clow.

I , and the fayrest there , one so fayre , that all Bartholmew-fayre could not match her againe .

Isabel.

Wee have no tongue for thee —

Clow.

But wee have a Tale for you , if you will give us the hearing .

Isabel. What name ? Bona. Hellena . Isabel. Of what discent or Parentage ? Bona. Noble by birth , yet not so hie degreed , As her great vertues merit : nor her meanes , To counterpoyse her beauty . Clow.

Yet wee have her , and weight and measure with her , to put downe all the black-browd wenches in Spaine , for a face , and Phisiognomie .

Isabel.

That prater , Peace there .

Clowne .

I hope , when travellers have light vpon a rich Purchase , It is lawfull for them to bragg of their commoditie .

Isabel. Wee may imagine one most beautifull ; But how to ranke with us ? Bona. With any Lady , Europe or Asia yeelds , them padon , Lady , I hope without the least offence to you . Isabel.

Perhaps shee 's fayre , what Instance can you give , that shee 's of such prov'd vertue .

Bona. Passing thousands ; I will insist in one : At my departure , Onely one Ring I left with her in change , Which if shee living part with , lend , or give Till my returne , I le hold my selfe disgrac'd , Her ever-more disparidg'd : In exchang , Shee did bestow on me this Carcanett , Which I as long shall keepe . Isa. Pray let me see 't . Bona. Madam , I dare expose to you my life , Then much more this . Isabel. 'T is a most costly Iewell , Worthy a Princesse wearing . Clow.

I can assure you Lady , there was a Ring , and a thing exchang'd vpon the bargen .

Isabel.

But where 's this rare one ? come produce her streight , To make her the courts wonder .

Bona. Pardon Lady : Shee 's yet in her owne Countrey ; But that Carcanet Can quickly fetch her over . Isabel.

Pardon ? villaine , and base Imposture , liu'd there such a creature , would not thy pride have brought her to full view ?

But this Illusion seconding the first , Doubles thy punishment ; Hence with him to prison , More worthy of the blocke : Abuse us first , And then deride us after ; Royall sir , If suffer me to swallow this disgrace , You vnderprise me doubly . Sebast. Thou hast spoke it , and it shall stand . Bona. Yet heare mee Royall sir . Isabel. Away with him . Clow. Then heare me Noble Lady . Isabel. Shall wee be still tormented ? Bona. If you denie mee freedome , grant mee that Which I more prise , my pretious Carcanet , That which you with no Iustice can detaine . Isabel. Into some loathsome dungeon hurry him , Vnworthy the dayes comfort : beare this scorne ? Sebast.

Yo' have sentenc'd justly .

Isa. Please you sir , a little To leave mee to my private solitude : I shall not be long from you . Sebast. Take your pleasure ; For your content is ours . Exit . Isabel. Centella and Pineda . Cen. Royall Madam . Isabel. I have a project for you , which if you effect , You shall indeere me ever . Cent. What 's in men , Shall not in us be skanted . Isabel. You have heard The Countrey , and th' place of her abode ; Thither I le furnish you : Spare for no cost , Our Treasure lies ope to you ; get that Ring By any slight or craft : be it possible That gold will doo 't , corrupt her ; Vse all meanes , All friends , devices , plotts , and stratagems , To bring some token of her falsenesse backe : Further instructions you shall have with you ; Meane-time prepare for travell . Pine . And , or die , Or bring you newes of her inchastitie . Isabel. Inough , you are ours : part with this Carkanet ? Not for a World : I have project too in that : Bee rival'd by a petty English Dame ? Knew I the large earth did my equall give , Rather then brooke her sight , I de cease to live . Exeunt .

Actus tertius . Scaena prima . Enter Valladaura , and Ferrers gallant . Fer.

SIr from a bond-man , you have cast me into a free mould , almost new made mee , yet what your purpose is , I cannot gather , I am still yours ; Is 't your intention to pranke mee up , to make me fit for death , or feede mee till I be in some good plight , the better to fatt your owne revenge ?

Valla. What I purpose to my selfe , I still keepe in my selfe , What you have found hitherto , speake , and when you Find your selfe pinch'd , then freely complaine . Ferr. The face of your kind visage yet lookes smooth , I spie in it no wrinckle ; But my friend , How have you dealt by him ? Valla. As hee deserues , no further , pray inquire him . Ferr. If hee perish , I am swept from off the earth too , with my sister , Hee next my heart sits unmoveable : pray what service Will you command me now ? Valla. None : yet some love I shall intreate , withall , a grace from you , I have a Mistris , unto whom I purpose A friendly visitation , to which duty , I intreate you as a witnesse . Ferr.

I am yours .

Enter Aldana , and Petrocella . Petr.

I heare say Bonavidaes return'd :

Alda.

And intends to visit thee , for having fail'd in all his Forraine purposes : hee meanes , upon those thy pillars , as Hercules did upon his , to write Nonultra , think'st thou not so girle ? my further honor still .

Petr.

To see what a vertue lives in this Spanish continent , especially amongst yellow-hayr'd wenches ; Iason , when hee went in quest of the Golden-Fleece , found it in Spaine , there 's a Morrall in that , and that great Hercules , so talk'd on amongst the Greekes , after all his travells through Asia , Africke , and Europe , comming to this Countrey , into the Iland call'd Calis ; hee that , unlesse Poets lie , lay with Fifty Ladies in one night , and got Nine and forty Boyes , marry I must tell you , the last was a Girle ; was there so tyred with one woman ; that hee gave over all his travells , retyr'd home to his Countrey , like a man taken downe , and in memory of his adventure : where hee reared his pillar , writ that most methodicall Motto you speake of ; No further .

Alda. My daughter is an apt , and wittie lasse : I know her apprehensive , and well-brayn'd : My further honour still . Valla. Noble Madam , I have brought a stranger , and an English-man , To give you visitation . Alda. A worthy stranger , a bold villaine too , My further honour still . Valla. To whom , Petrocella ? As to a Gentleman to mee Intyr'd , I begge from you all the best complement , Due unto my long service . Petr. Why , what 's hee ? Valla. This man , doe you meane ? Petro. Yes hee , that fellow there . Valla. Fellow , to whom ; he hath not his in Spaine , Nay , I might have tooke a larger bound , And not have past my limitt ; fellow , villaine ? Petr. Yes , or commpanion . Valla. Paint me out a worthy — Else hee is such to none : This was the man I met at sea , and fought with ; our Incounter Was all in smoake and fire , so hotly fought , That in that fogge , wee had no further light , Then what our Lint-staves gave : our Decks flow'd blood , Which through the Port-holes run , and dy'de the Sea Into a deepe vermillion , yet still fought . Ferr. But never with a braver opposite Did English-man trie with fire . Petr. Hee speakes well . Alda: Both to their honors still . Valla. When Powder , and Bullet , And men , with all grew skant ; for scarce was any Left to the present purpose , serviceable , Both bottoms ready through the violent leakes To split , and founder ; wee then hal'd , hung flaggs , And grew to composition . Ferr.

Which I begg'd .

Valla. Sir , it came first from mee ; And this propos'd , That both our shipps , goods , lives , and people , might not Bee in the Sea ingrav'd , and swallowed up , Both from mans tongue and thought : that such rich Prises Might be to one Surviver ; the two Captaines To try it out by Combat . Alda. Honor still . Valla. This nobly hee accepted ; Faith s new pawn'd , Hostages given , two worthy seconds chus'd ; Lots cast , whose Decks should bee th' appointed lists ; To mine it fell : Hee boarded me to fight , From whom I came apparrel'd thus in wounds — Petr. It seemes then hee 's a cutter . Valla. Whose scarres still marke mee his . Ferr. Weare I not yours ? Though not so many , yet more deepely carv'd , With greater danger , and expence of blood , Then ever drop'd from these . Valla. Short tale to make ; Vanquish'd I was , Hee victor ; and when all , Lading and lives were his ; Nay even mine too Lay postrate at his mercy , with a magnificence Equall to any Prince , hee should at — Petro.

All this wee know , nor doe wee desire to heare over againe , what was before related ; but had you spoke more in his prayse , then you have done , which it may be is your purpose ; I find nothing , but may well come within the compasse of his merit , and my beliefe .

Valla. Lady , I am glad you are so possest of him ; And doe you thinke him such ? Petr.

I thinke you would gladly sell whom you have so lately bought , else you would never have spoake him thus : If you have any such purpose ; It may be , there be those that , but surrender up your bargen , would be glad to helpe you to your money .

Ferr. I came but with one gyue upon my legge , Fasten'd upon mee in his curtesie , But since I look'd upon your Ladies eyes , Now I am doubly fetter'd . Vall. 'T is neglect , A palpable neglect , she loves me not : It shall be so , I will be borish and sullen . Fer. Sir , you this day have brought me to a fight That more contents me than the wealth of Spaine : This matchlesse Lady . Vall. My Mistris , Whom if thou wilt court for me , And winne unto my wishes . Fer. I Sir doo 't ? Vall. Yes , by the love thou owest me ; doe you pawse ? If ever I deserv'd the name of friend , Or hopest hereafter I may merit off thee , Make it thy sole endevours Fer. Doubly captived : Honour should still preseede love : Sir , I will , Though I to cure another , my selfe kill . Enter Hellena with her . Helle.

How long is 't since those Gentlemen of Spaine arrived here ?

Maid .

Three dayes since , Lady .

Hell .

Came there no letters along with 'em from Spaine ? some note there ?

Maid .

Not to my hands .

Hell .

Has Bonavid . that name me thinks revives me , I dare not taxe him of neglect , and yet I am very pleasant this morning , le ts have a song Rosara : I would have the subject love , and yet modest to , and yet a little wanton , yet chast and innocent as dreams of coles , and hearst thou ? where Bonavida's name vouchsafes to grace the ditty , there let musicke speak in its smoothest phrase , and most courtly singing , stay , thou art a jewell to pretious to be wash'd with , thou wert given to deare purpose : honour'd with this , lye there .

A Song , during which , she washes . Maid . The ditties done . Hell . And I have done , a dryer . ( Bason and Ring . Maid . How am I blest : occasion I thank thee , Ex. maid with Hell .

Thy absence Bonavid , makes each minute seeme an hower and thy delay , makes infant time look old , and were 't not for this pledge of thy affection — Rosara , Maide .

misses her ring . Maid .

Your pleasure madam ?

Enter with the empty bason Helle.

Reach me my Ring .

Maid .

What Ring , Lady ?

Helle.

Dost aske that question ? that of the bason ?

Maid .

Trust me madam , I saw none .

Helle.

Speak not againe upon thy life , where is the water ?

Maid .

Throwne out Madam , and with it I feare the Ring , but I le —

Exit . Helle.

Find it againe , or lose thy selfe , inconsiderate girle , how are my hopes betraid through thy rash negligence , was my blood pleasant for this ? my thoughts , Ioyfull for this ? — how now , hast found it ?

Enter Maid . Maid .

Nor ever shall I feare Madam .

Helle.

How , never ? Then lose thy selfe , my hopes are lost for ever , torches and lights there , finde it againe , or never see me more .

Exit . Maid .

Your will 's a law , which I intend not suddenly to infringe , and have I got thee my best happinesse ? now to my Don of Spaine , the next newes you heare of me , is a Ladiship at least ; but fie on this idlenesse , I stand on thornes till I be in action .

Exit . Enter Pineda and Centella . Cent.

You finde her pliant ?

Pin.

As a thing of wax , never was thrifty trader more willing to put of a sullke commodity , than she was to truck for her maydenhead , I admire her forwardnesse .

Cen.

Call of the animall , she takes her entrance just at her qu step you aside for feare of suspition .

Enter Maid . Maid .

Oh , master Oracle , sweete master Oracle !

Cent.

How thrives your project ? workes it into fashion ?

Maid .

Beyond hope or expectation , was there not a Don of Spaine heere , to speake with me ?

Cen.

Not I assure you ? you have met him then ?

Maid .

Yes , and so met him , sweet M. Oracle , I am bound to you for ever .

Confer with Centella . Enter Pineda . Pin.

This by my direction is the place , the labour in vaine , and here spite of delay , she has prevented my hast , you see I keep my word sweete .

Maid .

And that 's somewhat strange , in a gallant of your ranck .

Pine .

But usuall in a lover , may wee presume upon the trust of this gentleman ?

Maid .

Why , doe not you know him ? Oh strange ! why 't is M. Oracle man ; trust him ? and I had a Maiden-head to spare , I durst trust it naked in bed with him .

Cent.

Sir , though both strangers , yet fates past , and fortunes to come , are better knowne to me , than your selves : have you got the Ring ?

Maid .

Have I ? have I not ? the handsomest way I had for 't .

Pin.

Sweet , I am come to make tender of my promise .

Maid .

The like purpose bring we Sir .

Pin.

You have my heart already .

Maid .

For which take mine , and that Ring to boote : and M.

Pin.

Welcome as health to the house of sicknes : and now , where how , what , when ?

Cen.

How is 't Sir ? I see a sudden signe of alteration in you .

Pin.

And can you blame me , my blood chils , my nerves faint . I am abus'd , my attendant Daemon prompts me , I am abus'd .

Cent.

Where ?

Maid .

Or by whom ?

Pin.

Here , and by thee , by both a false imposture and a common Strumpet .

Maid .

Doe you mistrust my honesty ?

Cen.

Or my Art ?

Pin.

Both , they are both dissembled , and my noble purpose frustrate , this is not the Ring .

Maid .

Not the Ring ?

Pin.

And you the woman my fate points at ; how simple innocence may be plaid upon ?

Maid .

How , not the Ring ? returne it backe then .

Pin.

No , I will keepe it to witnesse and evidence against you , for instantly expect the severest punishment law can inflict upon Impostures of this kinde .

Exit . Cent.

Disparagement to my Art , have you brought a fals Ring ?

Maid .

The right on my faith , as I hop'd to be a Lady , the right .

Cent.

I am proud of that , this tryall was not amisse though .

Maid .

But Oh master Oracle , how have you deceiv'd me ?

Cent.

I was deceiv'd my selfe , I see my errour now ; onely a mistake in the signe , I sought for Mercury in one house , and hee logd'd in the next , I must change my lodging , the Citty stones will grow too hot for me , I must go coole my feet in the suburbs . The all and onely mistake was in the signe .

Maid .

The Labour in vaine , a fire on the signe , and you too ; my Donna turn'd to this ? my preferment to this ? a Lady in the Morning , and a beggar before noone ? here 's quicke work indeed ; a cunning man ? a cunning Rogue If ere it be my luck to see thee preach through a pillory , as one of the cast lims of your cursed crew did not long since , the hangman shal have you by the eares for this : but I 'le backe and lay my case open to my Lady .

Cent. Your only curses , and now aboard for Spaine , Her shame 's our honour , and her losse our gaine . Exeunt . Enter Manhurst , with a false beard in his hand . Man.

The Spanyard 's noble , beyond thought or expectation noble , instead of a Dungeon , hee has furnish'd me with meanes , and sent me home with a letter of his purpos'd friendship to my friend . And now , though freed both from Turk and Spanyard . I live slave to a more cruell nation than both , my owne countreymen , for suretyship and debt , ( diseases that many a gallant lies sick to death on ) have tane hold on mee , and though I know it improbable , and partly ridiculous , that a false beard , and a fantasticall habit , should mar my creation & make me a new creature , it has past currant with some in this place , and I may the bolder venter on 't . First then to my friends Sister , the young Lady Ferrars , I thinke her vertuous , but withall know her for a woman , and dare not trust my liberty in so weake a stomacke : in this disguise then , I 'le addresse me to her presently .

Exit . Enter Hellena and Maid . Helle.

Thou tell'st me wonders , cheated of my Ring , by a cunning man , and a crafty Spanyard ? the cosenage was premeditate : a Spanyard was he ?

Maid .

Some Don or Nobleman at least , he wore very good clothes .

Helle.

So may a cheat , or a pickpurse ; the better body , the planer the habit , painted clothes were devis'd for ruind feeling , and sluttish walls , It 's the Apparrell of the mind , crownes thee withn Noble .

Maid .

Then was hee a very beggar to cheat for so poore a trifle as a Ring .

Ellen.

'T was not so much for the valew of the thing , As to improverish the oath of the wearer ; some crafty sunner had a hand in 't : or it might be Bonavidaes plott , to try my loyaltie : and yet it relishes too much basenesse to come from so noble an authour ; how ever , shall I see this , turne coward , and like a falling Tower , bury my beauty in my owne Ruines ? no , rather like the glorious Sun , desolue , and scatter these clowds of Infamy . It is resolu'd , I le after em to Spaine : Your purpose Rosara .

Maid .

To give you my best attendance to the last minute , please you Ladyship accept it .

Helle.

And freely pardon thee ; receive a few directions for our voyage .

Enter Manhurst disguised . Man.

Yes , this disguise will doo 't ; and for my friend , her noble brothers sake , I le make the first tender of my service to her ; save you Lady .

Helle.

You 'r welcome sir ; would you any thing with us ?

Man.

Impart a secret to you .

Helle.

To a Woman ? by no meanes , wee want discretion to keepe our owne .

Man.

Strange ! Had I a secret concern'd my life , I de trust it in a Womans bosome to chuse , and thinke I say'd it up safe too .

Helle.

Your reason Sir ?

Man.

Because no wise-man will over looke for any matter of Worth in such a weake building .

Helle.

A fellow of a bold aspect , and such a one , were I assured of his carriage , as would much availe mee in my voyage ; Art willing to serue ?

Man.

Mine owne turne with all my heart : This fashions to my wishes ; what if your Ladiship doe want a servant ? I am your man , your first man too , and such a man as know the World .

Helle. And such a man doe I want ; You have beene in Spaine then ? Did'st heare no talke of an English-man there , One Farrers — Man.

And one Manhurst his friend , they are both prisoners , and lie — onely for ransome .

Helle.

My brother Prisoner ? This news wings mee for my voyage .

Man.

Are you for any adventures Lady ?

Helle.

Thy bad newes enforces mee ; I le make that my colour , at least that Gentleman is my brother ; and cost it the last penny of my Dower , I will not see him want ; I le furnish our voyage Instantly .

Man.

As generous , as he is valliant , 't were cowardize in mee to disharten her , wee must be gallant ; what habit were I best to travell in , let me see , a Spannish slop , good easie weare , but that like Chambermaides , they are loose , and somewhat too open below .

Maid .

Me-thinks your Dutch Cassocke is a comely weare .

Man.

It hath bin , but now adayes it growes shorter and shorter , like your Court allowance : their Taylors are good husbands , tho' they make little or no waste at all , and that makes your Gallants stand so much upon Points : your button-hose is a good weare for Courtiers .

Maid .

Why for Courtiers ?

Man.

Cause they are full of large promises outward , but lin'd with narrow and scant-performance within .

Maid .

'T as beene a good fashion , but 't is old .

Helle.

So is all goodnesse else , wee have nothing new , but oathes and diseases .

Man.

No , for my money , give mee your substantiall , English hose , round and som-what full afore .

Maid .

Now they are mee-thinks a little too great .

Man.

The more the discretion of the Landlord that builds them the makes roome enough for his Tennant to stand upright in , he may walk in and out at ease without stooping : but of all the rest , I am cleane out of love with your Irish trowses ; they are for all the world like a Iealous wife , alwayes close at a mans tayle : out of all these will I cut and fashion that shall bee and Imitable : will you follow ?

Helle. Even where fate leades mee , wee are all her slaves And have no dwellings of our own . Man.

Yes , Graves .

Actus quartus . Scaena prima . Enter Ferrers and Petrocella . Petr.

I Never heard a fellow since my yeeres , taught mee how to distinguish Il from good , to talke in this strange Key ; how English this ? What are thou in thy Countrey ?

Ferr. There , a man . Petr. What heere ? Ferr. No better then you see a slave . Petr. Whose ? Ferr. His that hath redeem'd mee . Petr. Valladauraes ? Ferr. Yes , I proclaym 't ; I that was once mine owne , Am now become his creature . Petro. I perceive , Your comming is to make mee thinke you noble , Would you perswade mee deeme your friend a God ? For only such make men , are you a gentleman ? Ferr. Not heere , for I am all dejectednesse , Captive to fortune , and a slave to want ; I can not call these clothes I weare mine owne , I doe not eate , but at anothers cost , This ayre I breathe , is borrowed ; nere was man So poore and abject . I have not so much , In all this vniverse , as a thing to leave , Or a Countrey I can freely boast is mine : In all the world , I had but one true friend , And hee is ravish'd from mee ; My essence , and my beeing , is anothers : What should I say ? I am not any thing , And I possesse as little . Petro. Tell me that ? Come , come , I know you to be no such man , You are a Souldier , valiant , and renownd , Your carriage try'd by land , and prov'd at Sea , Of which , I have heard such full expression No contradiction can perswade you lesse , And in this faith I am constant . Fer. A meere worme Trod on by every Fate . Petro. Rais'd by your merit To be a common argument through Spaine . And speech at Princes Tables , for your worth Your presence when you please to expose 't abroad , Attracts all eyes , and draw them after you And these that understand you call their friends , And pointing through the streetes , say , this is he , This that brave and noble Englishman , Whom Souldiers strive to make their president , And other men their wonder . Fer. This your scorne . Makes me appeare more abiect to my selfe Then all diseases I have tasted yet Had power to asperse upon me , and yet Lady I could say something durst I . Petro. Speak 't at once . Fer. And yet — Petro. Nay , but wee 'l admit no pawse . Fer. I know not how my phrase may relish you , And loth I were to offend , even in what 's past I must confesse , I was too bold , — Farewell , I shall no more distaste you . Petro. Sir , you doe not , I doe proclai mt you doe not , stay , I charge you , Or as you say , you have beene fortunes scorne , So ever proove to woman . Fer. You charge deepely , And yet now , I bethinke me . Petr. As you are a Souldier , And Englishman , have hope to bee redeemd From this your scorned bondage you sustaine , Have comfort in your Mother , and faire Sister , Renowne so blazed in the eares of Spaine , Hope to re-breathe that ayre you tasted first . So tell me — Fer. What ? Petr. Your apprehension catch'd And almost was in sheafe . Fer. Lady I shall . Petro. And in a word ? Fer. I will . Petro. Pronounce it then . Fer. I love you . Petro. Ha , ha , ha . Fer. Still it is my misery Thus to bee mock'd in all things . Petro. Pretty faith . Fer. I look'd thus to be laught at , my estate And fortunes I confesse , deserves no lesse ; That made me so unwilling to denounce Mine owne derisions , but alas I finde No Nation , sex , complexion , birth , degree . But jest at want , and mocke at misery . Petr. Love mee ? Fer. I doe , I doe , and maugre Fate , And spight of all sinister evill shall . And now I charge you , by that filiall zeale You owe your father , by the memory Of your deare mother , by the joyes you hope In blessed marriage , by the fortunate issue Stor'd in your wombe , by these and all things else , That you can stile with goodnesse : instantly , Without evasion , trick , or circumstance , Nay , least premeditation , answer me . Affect you me , or no ? Petro. How speake you that ? Fer. Without demur or pawse . Petr. Give me but time To sleepe upon 't . Fer. I pardon you no minute , not so much As to apparell the least phrase you speake , Speake in the shortest sentence . Petr. You have vanquish'd me At mine owne weapon : noble sir , I love you : And what my heart durst never tell my tongue Least it should blab my thoughts , at last I speake And iterate , I love you . Fer. Oh , my happinesse What wilt thou feele me still ? art thou not weary Of making me thy May-game to possesse me Of such a treasures mighty Magozin , Not suffer me t' inioy 't , tane with this hand , With that to get another . Petr. You are sad Sir , Be so no more , it you have beene dejected It lies in me to mount you to that height , You could not ayme at greater , I am yours . These lips that only witnesse it in aire Now with this truth confirme it . Kisses her Fer. I was borne to 't , And it shall out at once . Petr. Sir , you seeme passionate , As if my answer pleasd not . Fer. Now my death , For mine owne tongue must kill me , noble Lady . Enter Valladaura . You have indeered me to you , but my vow Was ne'ere to match with any of what state Or birth soever , till before the contract , Some one thing I impose her . Petr. Shee to doo 't ? Fer. Or if she faile me in my first demand I to abjure her ever . Petr. I am shee . That beg to be implyde so , name a danger Whose very face would fright all womanhood , And manhood put in trance , nay whose aspect Would ague such , as should but heare it told : But to the sad beholder , proove like those That gaz'd upon Medusaes snakie lockes , And turn'd them into Marble : These and more Should you but speak 't I 'de doe . Ferrers . And sweare to this ? Petro. I vow it by my honour , my best hopes And all that I wish gracious , name it then , For I am in a longing in my soule , To shew my loves expression . Fer. You shall then , Petro. I 'le doe 't as I am a Virgine . Lye it within mortality , I 'le doe 't . Fer. You shall ? Petro. I will : that which appeares in you So terrible to speake , I 'le joy to act , And take pride in performance . Ferr. Then you shall . Petro. What ? Souldier , What ? Ferr. Love noble Valladaura , And at his soonest appointment marry him . Petro. Vnkind man , thou hast kil'd me . Fer. And my salfe with the same stroke . Valladau. Oh , Noble Englishman , Thou now appear'st a mirrour . Petro. But in this , Pray Sir can you be serious ? Fer. As I would in death unto my Confessor . Petro. Then I am lost , Now baser than this fellow tearm'd himselfe , To him that was on earth most miserable : I am now become a Vassaile , Nay , despis'd , I that but once to day , thought my selfe rivall , For face and vertue , to the peereless Queene , Both these have prostituted to a slave , To be more slave than hee , but shall he thus Behold in me this passion to usurpe Triumph in my disgrace , and boast abroad Of this so poore a conquest ? No Peirocella recollect thy selfe , Preserve thy honor , though against thy spirit , And where thy heart is sicke , complaine thy heele , Let not thy seene griefe please him . Fer. Home and retire , Why should you strive thus to undoe one that 's allready conquer'd ? Petro. Poore exile ! oh , with what slight attribute Shall I devise to give thee expression ? Thou all that basenesse thou hast tearm'd thy selfe , Thou look'st now I should whine and pale and weepe Hang 'bout thy necke , submit , and kneele for grace , As if thou wert that brave man so reported ! Know I am no such Creature , neither thinke I There can be ought good in thee , saving this Which was the last , that thou hast plighted me , To one more worthy one , whose very shadow I prize , above thy beeing , one whose actions Were never taxt in any thing save this To ransome such a — what thou knowest thy selfe Him I 'le both love and marry , hence , depart : Oh heaven , how far my tongue speaks from my heart ! Fer. I would 't were but a dream , then there were hope I might be once a wake and so see day , But night is lodg'd within me , night perpetuall Darker than the Cimmerian , all my lights Have only beene mere flashes that precede Tempestuous crackes of thunder . Valla. Now 't is time To rowze him from his slumber , worthy friend How have you sped this day in my behalfe ? Fer.

As you would wish .

Valla. You neede not speak 't againe . You averre no more then what my eares have witnest , In which you have us'd such fidelity , I needs most freely must acquit all debts Twixt you and mee , and there Ingeniously Confesse my selfe in reradge . Ferr. Oh I still , And ever-more , must owe you . Valla. But If you , Would add a second to this curtesie , I should report you for the constantst friend That ever striv'd to exceede in gratitude . Ferr. Name it I pray you , having one thing done , I now am in at all things . Valla. Vpon your honour . Ferr. That which you have bought , And pay'd for , with your money . Valla. That no more , I charge you by our love . Ferr. Why , I have done : What I shall ever rue , may give it motion , I being new all for action . Valla. Onely this , For some occasions to my selfe best knowne , And which I now intreate you not inquire , But prosecute , that Priest shall marry us : For your disguise , and all things fitting too 't , Leave it to my discretion to contrive , And this is all I injoyne . Ferr. And this I le doe . Valla. And binde mee to you ever . Ferr. I am in , Past halfe already , why not up to th' chinne ? Exeunt . Enter Sebastian , and Isabella , Centella and Pineda , with other Followers and Attendants . Sebast. Centella and Pineda , Wee haue long Mournd for your absence , had not our bright Queene Made us acquainted with th' intent thereof , Wee had not tooke it of you subject-like , You so unfriendly , left us without leave , But you are nobly welcome . Isabel. As the men , Have crown'd us with a wreathe , of rarer worth , Then can the united birthes of Spaine and Portugall Maintaine to us : they make us still supreame , And wee by them find no Competitor , The token that confirmes infallibly , That beauty stands corrupted . Cent. Sacred Empresse , Behold the Ring : the manner how shee fell , How easily , and with what facillitie , Shee yeelded almost at the first demand , Wee shall relate at full . Isabel. Forbeare Centella , for to vexe him more , It shall be in his hearing ; one of you Release him from the torment of his Prison , To indure a greater heere : And might Prince , Give mee but leave , since hee so prowdly durst Deprave our worth to spite , nor all his griefe , And triumph in his willfull miserie . Sebast. You speake but what is just and necessary , In others to deterre the like presumption , I pray sir reprehend him , you cannot bee too bitter In his Iust reprehension . Enter Bonavida and his man , brought in by Pineda . Cent.

See , hee 's come .

Isabel.

Wee have sent to proove your Mistris .

Bona. And her constancie Hath purchas'd my release , Is 't not so Madam ? Isabel. Wee are put downe ; I fear'd if any clyme Could yeeld rarietie to equall ours , It would be found in England . Bona. So I said , And Royall Mistris , had you seene that face , And made such proofe , as I did of her heart , You would esteeme it no disgrace at all , To honour her , that 's your sole paragon , Isa. Impudent slave — But wee 'l containe our spleene ; but 't is my griefe To be excel'd in both ; to have fail'd in one , Had bin the lesse vexation . Bona. Oh , my faire Hellena ! Thou hast fil'd my soule with rapture , and releast me From melancholly durance ; Madam what were they That made this happy triall , and informd you That truth , to make her this acknowledgement ? Isable. Behold them : these are the witnesses Of my disgrace through Spaine . Bona. They 're noble Lords , By whose approved censures , you have made , Here highnesse to confesse mine injuries . At you returne , in what plight did you leave Th' unequall'd Lady ? Cent. Faith , in health of body . Bona. Be proud my genius on 't . Pin. And lusty wondrous lusty . Bona. Was she seene ? Cent. yes seene , and felt , and heard , and understood , We found her a Noune Substantive . Bona. Oh , my blood ! why flyest thou from my heart ? Cent. yet she stood , And by her selfe too , when she was alone , But lighting upon company she leak't , Poore prostitute , she fell . Bona Vnriddle me , and let me know thy meaning . Cent. Then in plaine — your Mistresse is a Whore . Bona. Centalla spak 't . Cent. And will mak 't good , More Bonavida , mine , My prostitute , most base and mercenary , Bowing her lust beneath the price of gold , For a few Spanish Ryalls . Bona. Oh , my rage ! Whether wilt thou transport me ? Villaine , Dog , False and unworthy and noble style , Scarce th' attribute of man , Cent. Oh , Sir , anon I hope you 'l have more patience , Bona. Patience Devill ? Let it flee to th' Antipodes , and we Wraste in wrath and fury , that base lie I 'le stab with my steeletto downe thy throate , And make thee swallow both . Pin. . you are now heated : a little pawse will coole you . Bona. King , 't is false , Beleeve him not great Princesse , 't is injust ; Vnlesse an Angell should descend and speak 't , And for an instance streight produce that Ring . It wins with me no credence . Isabel. Know you that ? Bona. Ha , this — I doe , and therewithall dare sweare That there 's no faith in woman . Isa. Ha , ha , ha : what thinks he great censorious carper now ? Bona. That there 's not one ( give my alleageance leave ) I durst suspect even you , since she is falne . Isable. Ha ; what of us ? Bona. That I have callumnis'd , Your fame and vertue , that I merit death , That I am now profest Antagonist , ( Saving your majesty ) to all your sex , That I am weary now the ayre I breath , And should you grant it Madam , would not live , That I no batter than a Traytor am , And in the highest degree , have injur'd these , Buy most , your sacred selfe : if for all these You doe not mount me on the publicke scaffold , I will lay violent hands upon my selfe : I beg my merited doome , my sentence crave , Which with severest rigour let me have . Isa. We limit thee two dayes for thy repentance , The third 's thy death . Bona. My Hellena prove base ? Mount thoughts towards heaven , you have on earth no place . Sebast. He hath but what he merits . Isabel. And great prince , Now boast your selfe 'bove Brutus , Collatine . Or those most famous for their constant wives , And I my selfe unequal'd and unpeer'd May on the earth a blazing Comet shine , Seeming 'mongst others terren sole divine . Our trusty friends and subjects henceforth live In our highest grace , and trust : how we will right You that for zeale to us have injur'd beene In our apparent justice shall bee seene . Exeunt . Enter Petrocella , Valladaura . Vall.

You sent for me .

Petro.

I did , to tell thee a word of which no eare is worthy but thine owne , I love thee .

Vall.

Possible , vexation should take new shapes to haunt me , you love me , come , this jeast might passe upon one of Cupids fashions , but I being a found Sophister in the art , am too familiar with our fallacies , to credit them or you .

Petro.

Let not your comming betray your folly , though it be common with Ladies , t would shew very ill a Courtier . I confesse I seem'd strange to you , till I was acquainted with your worth .

Val.

How grew that acquaintance , 't was without my knowledge ?

Pet.

Not to dissemble , some impulsive Nuntio's have wrought very strangely for you but examine not particulars : suffice , I say I love you and you dare not take my word , I can put you in no better security .

Val.

I desire none , onely , but silence , you have vouchsaf'd mee a happinesse , beyond merit or expectation .

Petr.

Y' are the more beholding to me , and curtesie that comes from a woman freely , is worth twenty pleasures inforst , neither would I have you taxe my love of immodesty : nor think I purpose to make you pay for the nursery of another mans pleasure , though it be common with some at Court ; I have a kind of thing within me cal'd conscience , only I love you , and out of a compassionate charity purpose to marry you .

Enter Aldana , Pineda , Centella , Ferrers like a Churchman . Vall.

H 'as don 't to purpose , I know not how to take you Lady .

Petro.

Ene as you find me , that 's with more faults than vertues but see , my father and some of my best friends , to whom I have read the story of my love , come in person to dispatch the Nuptialls .

Vall.

Then I presume y' are earnest , sir I must call you father .

Ald.

And never miscall me , if shee be thy wife as I thinke shee will be .

Vall.

With your consent .

Ald.

Get hers , it 's not a straw matter for mine , and yet to make her no worse than she is , I must needs say shee will doe any thing she list her selfe in spite of my beard , my further Honour still : but take her to thee , I thought so , as soone as ever I saw thee smacke , I knew 't would prove a match and now t is out , my further honour still .

Petr.

Out before 't is throughly lighted ? such matches were nere kindled at Hymens altar , have you sufficient certificate of my love now ?

Vall. Yes sweet , and now my resolutions wings File with some Fethers : thou the man must joyne us ? Fer. Yes , and divide my selfe from happinesse , this hand Must forth my bosom pluck a blessednesse And place it in anothers , — are you ready ? Vall. To shake thine Honour , which gins faint already , We are , set on , let musicke speake aloud , At such chast Vnions Iove himselfe is proud . Musicke sounds , while Ferrers in the habit of a Churchman joynes them , they all exit . Fer. Awake ? or in a dreame ? I hope the last , The god of marriage would not see his shrine . So much abus'd , the hallow'd lights burn out Themselves in anger , and the Cov'nant Booke Dropt downe for shame , my hand shooke , and my tongue Like a false evidence before a judge Faltred , and gave it selfe the lie , and yet My treacherous heart agreed to 't , and this habit , Oh , could I throw my griefe as easily from me , As I do thee , nere did religious share , Countenance or shelter such a horrid act . Enter Valladaura . Vall. Friend Ferrers — Fer. Ha ? that very accent , friend , Giues my faint feares the he , and writes my act Noble and lawfull : had I giv'n him my life 't was but his owne . Vall. Will not this Marble weepe ? Nor shed a teare yet ? Not ? he quite outdares me , In noble curtesies , all my attempts Like curses shall against the winde flie back In mine owne face and soile it . Noble Ferrers Thy manly undertakings halfe perswade me Thou art more than man . Fer. Mine ? 'las , I have done nothing . Worthy your least good thought : if you ( or hell ) Can finde a service to injoine your slavs More hard ( or damnable ) that may become ( The Devill to will ) a servant to effect , Vrge one more triall . Vall. And with that I le claime thee King of thy selfe and thy affections . And thus it is , for reasons yet conceal'd And strangely working in my mutinous thoughts , I would , and yet t is a request nor fitting Me to enjoyne , nor thee to practise . Fer. Name it . And if I doe 't not — Vall. I am asham'd to owne it , T is so uncomely and beyond the strength Of man to act : yet in a word , this night Thou shalt ( denie 't not ) under my name and habit , Sleepe in my marriage sheets and with my wife . Fer. Sleepe with your wife ? and is that all ? Vall. Yes , all That I allow , if after I shall prove , Thou art unchaste , so much as in a kisse , All thy past worth is blemish'd , never demand The reason on 't , that 's buried . Ferr. I will do 't ; sleepe with your wife ? I le do I , No Eunuke like mee . Valla. Shee 's now gone to her Chamber . Ladies and all have left her , under this clowd , Goe shrow'd thy selfe . Ferr. 'T is done , How ere I rest , I le rise bright honors sonne Exeunt .

Actus quintus . Scaena prima . Enter Valladaura , Aldana , and Pineda , Centella . Pine . WHat disturbs Valladaura ? Alda. What meanes my sonne ? Valla. To runne , and roare , and bellow . Cent. You are not mad ? Valla.

As the great beast call'd Bull ; Oh the crampe , the crampe !

Alda. Where ? Valla. Here , there , every where , in my Cry , my Mouth , my tongue , pull , and you love mee pull . Pine . Where ? Valla. In the middle there . Alda. What doe you meane ? Valla. Shew you a true Embleme of my selfe , I am married . Alda. True , to my daughter . Valla. Yes , to a strumpet , to a lascivious strumpet , not possible to draw on my wedding shooes without a horne . Alda. You are too darke . Valla. And your daughter too light . Omnes . Speake your griefes fully . Valla. As patience , not suffer me this piece Of frailty , cut out of the heart of beauty , Where I so lov'd , as it was doubtfull whether Shee or my life were deerer to mee ; shee Whom by mee married , is this night Claspt with a stranger : makes her fathers house The wedding chamber , and her nuptiall sheetes Reeke to adulterate pleasure — Alda. Little to my honor , and this be true ; Valla. Would , oh my lost life , I could prove it false , Fates not so mercifull ; late up at revells ; I will not say some of her sect of late Plide me with wine , to give her purpose food , But healths flew round , and with full wing , and still I was their aime : They mist their aime tho ; and yet but a fayrer Assoone as opportunity serv'd me : Vnseene I lest 'em , and by a private key , Went to my Chamber , where I said , I le dare call her Neither my wife , nor Bride ; your lustfull daughter . Alda. Doing no hurt , I hope shee has more care of him then so . Valla. Wearied with pleasure , shee lies fast asleepe , Laid in a strangers armes , sh 'as stay'd my speech , 'T as dim'd mine eyes from sight , and patience , Restrain'd my head from fury : what hee is , or whence , I neither know nor question . Alda.

I commend ye , my daughter a whore , make my house a stews , and her father a pander ; is this all the honor she doth me ?

Pine .

Dishonor'd above sufferance .

Alda.

Wine , and a strumpet , were there no hope of generation , but in her onely , this hand should be her hang-man : a whore on her wedding night , There 's more modesty contem'd in a Goare , strumpet , whore , I will not call her daughter , I le loose her , Will you leade the way ?

Valla.

Your pardon , I am so mildly temper'd , the expence Of one cheape teare , would buy her pardon ; had her fault stroke at my life ; If you intend revenge , Do 't in my absence .

Alda.

Th' art a chicken , leave us , tho' a fathers name , I le beare a lyons heart , breake ope the doores , strumpet , why Impudence , breake ope the doore —

Petr.

Whom doe you seeke ?

Enter Petrocella with a bloody ponyard Alda.

A strumpet , thee , a — I can't devise a name bad enough for thee .

Fetr. I le give my selfe one , call me Murtheresse ; A Name I am prowd of . Valla. Ha ? Al. She has sau'd us a labor ; what means this bloody punyard ? Petr. Reade in my brow , doe you not see his name Writ in red letters ? Alda. I see none : whose ? what name ? Petr. Base Valladauraes — Alda. Thy Husband ? Pert. Hee was never mine : for tho' you joyn'd our hands , My heart ne're tide a man to 't ; and how ever duty Lives at command , Love cannot be inforc'd , And rather then live bound to one I love not , I have bought my freedome with his life . Valla. False woman ? Petr. Alive againe ! blest starre — Valla. I nere was dead , But thou hast kill'd a man , whom to have sau'd , Had I a thousand lives , I de loose them all : O valliant Ferrers , a more Noble Gentleman Never drew air . Omnes . The English man ? Valla. The wonder , And abstract of all vertues : did you but know What bold and noble Passages of honor , He for my sake , with danger hazzarded , You would have thought there were more deity , Then man within him — Petr. Choaked in my revenge , This Ioyes mee yet , that tho' l mist thy life , I reach'd thy friends . Valla. My friend indeede : and one , That did'st but know how ardently he lou'd Thee Tiger , thee , his cruell murderer , thou 'dst curse thy hand , and hate thy bloody selfe , For thy not loving him . Alda.

If hee were so loving to her , and honourable to you what businesse had hee in your Chamber ?

Vall. Much , and farre more then ever was in man , But passing many unmatch'd curtesies , In honors duell , when I all hope had lost , Ever to win the — Petr.

That slave woo'd mee for you , so much the sweeter by that , The thought of my revenge .

Valla. To trie him further , In a church-mans habit , Altho' hee lov'd thee dearer then his life , At my intreat hee married us . Petr. White-liver'd peasant , I have given him a due recompence . Valla. But last , And it may stand , writ in the Rowle of time , A daring challenge to all Ages . Pine . You sent him to bed to your wife . Petro. Which tho' I hated him , I must acknowledge Him noble that way . Valla. Every way ; the World Has lost a iewell , not to be regain'd By losse of twenty Worlds . Cent.

But to what purpose did you send him to your wives bed ?

Valla. My purpose was , having once past that triall , To have made you man and wife . Alda. How could that bee , when you were married before ? Valla. Shee was never mine , the marriage was not lawfull , Done by a Lay-man ; But mans fate , 't is throwne Above his reach , our hopes are not our owne . Petr. Ha , ha , ha . Valla. Dost laugh at sorrow ? Petr.

Would you have mee turne Crocodile , and weepe , Ferrers , Mont Ferrers , prithee come helpe me to laugh a little .

Enter Ferrers . Valla.

Ferrers ! my friend alive ?

Petr.

By this blood of a Turtle , and that 's a chaste oath , hee never did .

Valla.

Hast fail'd thy promise , and abus'd my trust ?

Petr.

Doe but name the word , abuse by love , and I le kill him indeed ; what should hee doe ? He came to bed , and for his eyes take , slept with mee , yet ne're so much as kist mee , but I confesse , I gave him twenty .

Valla.

To quittance with him thus , I give him thy hand .

Ferr.

I aske no more , I have her heart already .

Petr.

Have heart and faith , Noble Mont Ferrers .

Alda.

My daughter chaste , my house honest , and noble Ferrers my Son-in-law ; this happens to my further honor indeede .

Pine .

Noble of all sides , and so for joy of your friendly agreement , the Amorous sunne is come to give you a hunts-up .

Cent.

Aurora lookes red at that , but with the new light , new businesse meetes us , Bonavidaes Execution .

Pine .

Ten a clocke , is the last houre his life has to reckon .

Alda.

Please you take part of a short breakfast , wee will accompany you .

Valla. Come Ferrers , now all Tryalls are confirm'd In this Imbrace . Fer. You have beene ever noble . Exeunt . Enter Manhurst , Hellen , and her Maid page-like . Helle. This then is Spaine , into which continent You promist to conduct mee . Manh. Yes , it is . Helle. And what this Cities name ? Manh. Civill , the chiefe of Spaine ; where I presume You never were till now . Helle. As I remember : I never was in Civill , but being heere , How shall wee best dispose us ? Manh. Doubt not mee : I le fit you with a lodging ; Heere 's a Spaniard , I le sownd him to that purpose . Enter the Clowne . Clow.

Trust a Woman ? trust thy morgage to an Vsurer , thy shoulder to the Mace , or thy bare backe to the Beadle , thou wilt bee whipt on all sides ; a Woman ?

Helle. This fellow , as I recollect my selfe , Was servant to the noble Bonavida . Rosa. I know him , 't is the same . Clow.

Why are they cal'd faire , but that they are like a Faire where every one sets up shop , and any man may buy for his mony ? why lovely , but to denote unto us , they lie when they tell a man they love him ? why chaste ? unlesse from Coast to countrey , and from Constable to Constable : Why Virgin ? but that they are meerely gins and snares to intangle poore men in : why , when a man courts them ; doe they cry , away , away ? but only to tell a man that there is a way , if he have the wit to finde it . Oh , Women , Women , foemineo gentri tribuuntur Propria quae Maribus .

Man. This fellow I perceive 's a Satyrist Against the Feminine Sex Save thee , my friend . Clow.

From Women and I care not , for there 's against them no standing .

Helle.

Is there in them such danger ?

Clow.

Danger , I find but a little in that face , and t is a face able to out-face the best face in Spaine . A face that I have beene face to face with , before now , but 't is so long since I cannot tell when and we have travelld so many Countries I cannot guesse where , Are you a stranger faire Lady ?

Helle.

Yes , and a traveller .

Clow.

I love you the better for that , for indeed I my selfe have seene Countries , and I see no reason , but that if both parties were agreed we two might lie together by Authority .

Man.

Why I have travel'd too —

Clow.

Alas , poore fellow , thou lookst not with the face , but if thou canst give mee but the true fashions and descriptions of Countries , or my friend , with mee you can purchase no Credit . Man . I shall and thus in briefe too .

The Song . THe Spanyard loves his antient Slop . A Lombard the Venetian : And some like breech-lesse women go , The Rush , Turke , Iew , and Grecian . The thriftie Frenchman weares small waste , The Dutch his belly boasteth , The English-man is for the them all all , And for each fashion coasteth . The Turke in Linnen wraps his head . The Persian his in Lawne toe , The Rush with sables furs his Cap And change will not be drawne to . The Spanyard 's constant to his block , The French inconstant ever , But of all Felts that may be felt , Give me your English Beaver . The German loves his Coony-Wooll , The Irish-man his shag too , The Welch his Mon-mouth loves to weare , And of the same will brag too . Some love the rough and some the smoothe , Some great and others small things , But O your lickarish English man , He loves to deale in all things . The Rush drinks quaffe , Dutch Lubecks beere , And that is strong and mightie , The Brittaine he Mesheglen quaffs , The Irish Aqua-vitae . The French affects the Orleans grape , The Spanyard sips his Sherry , The English none of these can scape , But hee with all makes merry . The Italian in her high Chopeene , Scotch lasse , and lovely Froe too , The Spanish Donna , French Madam , He doth net feare to goe to . Nothing so full of hazard , dread , Nought liues above the Center , No health , no fashion , wine or wench , On which he dare not venter . Clow.

God-a-mercy for this in faith , and were it not that the griefe , for my Noble Masters death , and that to morrow too —

Helle.

Why , hast thou a master to suffer ?

Clow.

Yes , and about a face too that would have serv'd the turne , if the heart had been correspondent . If you have a minde to see the pittifull spectacle , I 'le helpe you to a place , where you shall have roome to see , leasure to lament , and time to shed teares .

Helle. Strange , most strange , I will inquire this further , I th' meane time , canst helpe us to a lodging ? Clow.

Yes , especially for such a face . If you desire a strong one , to a prison . If you would lie cheape and save charges , 't is but speaking treason , and I 'le helpe you to be billeted , at the Kings castle .

Enter Bonavida with Officers , and executioner . Bona. The Queene playes with my death , And bids me act a bold Tragedians part , To which , such moving action I will give , That it shall glaze this Theater round with teares , And all that shall behold me on this stage , Pittying my fate : shall taxe her cruelty , And to the Spanish Chronicles let this a adde , That he whose tongue hath justified their sex , Whose fword hath coapt brave Champions for their fame Whose travells have been to maintaine their honours , And of their vertues to give large approofe , That he , whose labour was their praise t' uphold , Should by a woman fall ; a faire false woman : And be it not the least staine to that Country , That she was bred in England . Sound , Enter Sebastian , Isabella , Ferrers , Valladaura , Aldana , Pineda , Petrocella , &c. Sebast. The character you have given that noble stranger , His valour , faith , and friendship Valladaura , So deepely hath imprest us : that we are pleas'd , To see him match't into a noble house , And wee from henceforth shall account him ours . Isabel. Faire Petrocella , we commend your choyce , For if renowne bath blazond him aright . Spaine it could scaree have betterd : we have stor'd Favours for you , and high respect for him , Which leasure shall make knowne : but to the Prisoner , That 's now our present businesse : Seate you Lords , Pineda , you next us . Bona. Queene here 's your sport , And this the marke you aime at : yet in this Deale gently with me , doe not mock my death , And I le expose my life as willingly , As in my ripest joyes and best of pleasures . In love which most I wish to have preserv'd , Nor trouble me with vaine intergatories To turne my soule ( in the high rode to heaven Into some dangerous by-path ) grant but this , My death I freely pardon . Isabel. Those small minutes You have to spend , are at your owne desires , No tongue shall interrupt you . Bonavid. Now you are kinde : I now with what prepared speed I can Will come to kisse my Fate . Prepares for death . Enter Manhurst , Hellena , and the Maide . Man. Come Lady , if we presse not through the throng Wee shall not get to th' hearing . Helle. 'Mongst all these Courtiers , point me our the man ? Maid . That Picke-devant that elbowes next the Queene . Helle. Enough , no more . Bona. Now farewell Royall Soveraigne and great Queene , Vnto whose high and sacred Majesty My forfeit head thus stoopes : and best lov'd Peeres , I only wish this blood you shall see drawne Had drop't before the common enemie , The barbarous Turke : in some just Christian cause Not in this feminine quarrell . I had then Dyde a crown'd Martyr : that offendour like Now bow to th' Axe of Iustice : fare-well to Thee , for whose love I undergoe this shame , May thy repentance for thy guilt begge pardon , That wee may meete in blest Elizium , There our soules kisse together : Farewell world , Growne so corrupt , thou wilt not suffer Vertue And Beauty roofe together : may thy charitie Guide me to yon safe harbour . Thus I fall Beneath my offences , and take leave of — Helle. Stay . Isabel. Who interupts our Iustice ? Helle. As you are Royall , And worthy of those honors arch your head , Deferre that bloody businesse now in hand , To right an injur'd woman . Manh. What meanes this ? Sebast. A lovely and sweete presence . Ferr. That apparition transports mee into wonder . Isabel. A rare aspect ; had shee a suiting vertue , Pineda , I should halfe suspect my challenge , And willingly compound . Pine . Most Divine Princesse , Should they meere heere , I should not blame your feares , Since th' one appeares to bee incomparable . Sebast. What seeke you from this throne ? Helle. That in which Kings Resemble most the Gods : Iustice . Isabel. 'Gainst whom ? Helle . Against a Fellon , robber ! a base thiefe . Harbourd in this your Court . Sebast. If such live heere , As wee are King , wee bannish him our patronage . And yeeld him up to sentence : first , faire creature , Give your name , your birth , and qualitie . Helle. My Nation forraine : birth , not high degree'd , Nor every way ignoble : for my qualitie , Some that resume to know mee , call me Libertine , Wanton and wild wench ; nay , a Curtizan : But were I looser then ere Lais was , It should not barre mee justice . Sebast. Thou shalt ha' te . Ferr. That word quak'd all the blood within my vaines , And agues all my nerves . Pine . You keepe your owne yet madam . Isabel. And of that , Pineda , I am prowd , infinite prowde , I nere was pleas'd with anies , finne till now ; It makes mee still unpeer'd . Sebast. Speake , what 's your wrong ? Helle. See you this pantofle ? T was a rich paire , till the base fellonie , Of one of this your Court divided them ; For being lodg'd , and nobly entertain'd , Was not alone content to vitiate Both fame and body , and to take full surfet Of that my prostitution , but unworthy The title of a noble Gentleman , Hee stole the slipper there , that fellowes this , Valewed at no lesse then a Thousand Crownes . Sebast. And cheapely rated too , find out the man , And bee hee one Inthron'd in our highest grace , Hee shall be thine to censure . Isab. Take surveigh , Make strickt inquiry , single men by men : For mine owne part , so much I grieve thy losse , And his base theft abhorre , that were 't the man Vpon whose shoulder wee did use to leane , Severitie should judge him . Helle. You are all gratious , And I le make bold to use the benefit Of this your Clemency . Ferr. Oh that some whirle-wind would but snatch mee up , And beare me to a desart wildernesse , Where never man was knowne , to sunder mee So farre , If not much further , from my shame . Petr. Pray sir , why should this beautie trouble you . If one of your acquaintance . Ferr. I hope Lady , you are not Iealous , are you ? Helle. Sir looke up : you are no whit like the man . Bona But shee the woman , For whom the sword thus thirstes : is this a vision ? Or else some waking dreame . Helle.

And have I found thee villaine ? Think'st thou Majestie can be protection for a common thiefe ?

This is that base fellonious impudente , Shame to his Nation , scandall to his birth , And a disgrace unto that Royall Court , In which hee seemes protected . Pine . Ha , who I ? Isabel. Pineda guilty ; shall wee bolster theft , And patronage dishonour . Helle. Iustice Queene , Iustice great sir , let not this hie tribunall . So famous by that Virgin , sent from heaven , That beares the sword and ballance , now be taxt Of favour , or connivence . Sebast. As wee hope , To be held worthy of the Crowne wee weare , Thou shalt not find us partiall . Isabel. Hence from us , For till thou canst approve thine Innocence , And cleere this blacke aspersion throwne on thee , Wee heere abandon thee , to the severity Of the Lawes rigorous censure . Pine . You amaze mee , Nor know I what this meanes . Helle. I challenge then this man for stealing from mee The fellow to this slipper . Pine . Of which crime , I heere protest mee cleare : Name the time where . Helle. That night , when I became thy Paramore , brested thee , in these armes received thee Into my free Imbraces , and imparted The lavish store of such voluptuous sweetes , I lent with all profusenesse Pine . I doe this ! Madam , by all my favours stor'd in you , I never look'd upon that face till now ; Nor doe I know what this Imposture meanes . Helle. What saith my Page to this ? Maid . That 't is most false , And what my Lady heere protests for true , That , noble fit , I 'me witnesse , as a man To all his vnjust actions accessary . Contel. Produce mee as a party ? May this presence , And awefull Throne , 'fore which I stand accus'd , Pronounce mee as a man forsooke and lost , If in the least of what these two suggest , I have the smallest knowledge . Sebast. Both wayes strange . Pine . Bring mee in censure ? by that royalty , Beneath whose grace I breathe , shee is to mee As forraine as an Indian : and her cause As farre from my acquintance : by my life , Which ne're before a more Royall Court , Could have bin call'd in question : what shee is , I know not : of what Nation , birth , degree ; How , or from whence deriv'd , what continent , Or from what place shee 's come ; shee may be Turke , But More shee cannot bee , shee is so faire , Shee 's strange to me , yet somewhat should I say ; To brest with her , I might as well have done it With a Beare , or Lionnesse : Madam with her I vow I never did . Helle. Give me thy oath of that . Pine . I can , and dare . Cent. And I as willingly , That I was never second to a man , In any such false businesse . Helle. Let them sweare . Isabel. They shall . Pine . Wee will . Bona. This is a conflict worse . Then in the sad Duell 'tweene death and life , When neither 's certaine , both in difficulty , As it is now with me I pray ha done That I were posted to your Country , there To finish all my Travells . Helle. Both have sworne : And Princes , as you hope to crowne your heads With that perpetuall wreath , which shall last ever , Cast on a poore dejected innocent Virgine Your eies , of grace and pitty : what sinne is 't ? Or who can be the patron to such evill ? That a poore innocent Maid , spotlesse in thought , And pure in heart , borne without spleene and gall : That never injur'd creature : never had heart To thinke of wrong , or ponder injurie ; That such a one in her white innocence , Striving to live peculiar in the compasse Of her owne vertues , Notwithstanding these Should be sought out by strangers , persacuted Made infamous , even there where she was made For imitation , hist at in her Country , Abandoned of her mother , kindred , friends : Deprav'd in forren Climes , scorn'd every where , And even in Princes Courts , reputed vile : O pitty , pitty this . Sebast. Thou speak'st Enigma's woman , and hast neede To finde a Sphinx to explaine them . Helle. Then behold . The strangest calling impos'd on me That ere was laid on Virgin ; I am shee For whom this noble Sir hath undertooke . And wrongly stands convicted , this that body So stain'd and sullied by these barbarous tongues , That even in scolding lies justice , for heav'n Hath forc't them to sweare truth , they never saw me , How am I then polluted gratious Queene ? How can such finde competitours in vertue , That will not give it countenance : had those murdred me , As they have kild my same and havock't that , A pittied and crown'd martyr I had dy'de , That am in censure now , a condemn'd heretick , And meere Apostate to all woman-hood ; And what I ever made my President , Sincerity and goodnesse : Villeines blush , And Sir , out gaze their falshood , Queene bee just ; Least in the Occan of that prize you steale , You shipwracke all your glories . Sebast.

'T is most strange :

Isabel. We know you not , Give us some lively instance , y' are the woman . Helle. How should I know that Ring to be the same Of which my credulous maide was by these two Cheated and rob'd , most treacherously betrai'd ; That Carkanet you weare , peruse it well , Hath both my name and picture . Markes sufficient To prove me no imposter . Doth your guilt . Bow you so low already ? let your penitence There stay you , least your sinnes weight cleave the earth , And sinke you downe to hell . Bona. What prostrates them Mounts me to expectations : my blest choyse , Now I have seene thy apparant innocence , Queene I shall die contented . Isabel. Oh , till now , I never thought to bee vanquish't . Pin. Pox on that slipper . Fer. Stand you all mute ? then give me leave to speake . Petr. Sir , what doth this concerne you ? Fer. Woman , peace . Helle. Oh sit , you are my brother . Fer. Strumpet hence , Would I had never knowne thee , thou hast made mee A forren scorne , and where I aime at honour Most infamous and loath'd , this vitiated beauty Even by her owne confession late deflowred I beg from this most sacred Majesty , To see severely chastis'd : being English To have that English shame and punishment , Due to the like offendours . Sebast. Shee stands cleer'd By her accusers silence . Fer. This may be A meere confederacy , but to my feares At all no satisfaction , her owne tongue Hath publish't her a mechall prostitute , And that is my first truth . Vall. I pray Sir , What is this matchlesse beauty unto you , Being already in your selfe ingag'd To this faire Creature , that this Strangers case Should any way be yours . Fer. Spaines admiration . And wonder of a friend , I dare to you Be plaine and serious : to all others eares I Wish my words lock't in silence : Oh , with shame And infamy I speake it , desiring heaven 'T might be my last of speech , this thing , polluted This ( would I had ought elce to stile her by ) But needes out , out it must , she is my — my Sister . Vall. Flesh and blood ? Fer. The same , Oh me , the same , my naturall Sister . Vall. Father and mother ? Fer. So . Vall. You are not honest , And now no more my friend : I doe begin To doubt you , nay most hainously suspect you , I scarce can thinke you a true morall man , Much lesse Religious : Ferrers before these , This Royall bench , either confesse thee mad , Desperate , and quite given o're to callumnie Or in behalfe of this ( I know not who ) I chalenge thee the combat . Fer. Oh , you are mine And I vowed ever yours . Vall. Come , no such thing . Either pronounce this Lady innocent , Or I denounce thee miscreant . Man. Though I have stood In silence all this while , yet in this cause I , I my selfe am taxt : and to approve This Ladies Beautie , vertue , chastity I 'le be this Spanyard's second . Bona. I am wrongd . And thou hast don 't , try both , I should be first , But be thou what thou canst be , he or thou , So freely hath this Lady shew'd her selfe Mine , so I now dare terme her , that in spight Of spleene or envie's opposition ; It is a thing I doe desire to imbrace And meet in violent lightnings : and then I speake it , she is mine : and this encounter Concernes me , onely me ; who intercepts me Is guilty of my chalenge , his owne death , Her injury , and my most just revenge . Fer. Pray le ts talke mildly : And first to you , to whom my soule 's ingag'd , Why should you hazard such a precious life For one by her owne language stands condemnd . Vall. Because she is thy Sister ; and so well I love thy merit that no new impression Can sinke in me , that any of thy Line , Can ever stand polluted : I have found thee In all thy deeds so noble — Fer. Oh you have moulded her In me anew : and friend your confirmation , I doe receive her perfect as the woman , Whose acts are lawes , whose saying's Oracles , And she was never truly mine , till now , so I receive her from you . But I pray , What might you be of whom I have deserv'd So ill to make you my Antagonist ? Vall. Or why to me , to bee so deere a friend As to become my second , since your face . I never saw till now . Man. Not Manhurst ? Ferr. Friend ! Man. Oh sir , you were my ransome . Bonavs. I am wrapt : Spaine shew thy Iustice ; now , where , or from whence Canst thou desire so rare a president : Wouldst thou see Beauty ? Looke upon that face : Or Vertue ? heere , see thy true Innocence , Valour in him , true noblenesse in them all , And happy them , that naked of all these , Hath sent thee hither forraine presidents , For instruction , and example . Isabel. Now I yeeld : And till now never ; hence base sycophants , I shall abjure you ever , Flattering glasses , That gave mee a false face , but in this Christall , I now behold mee truely , you are shee By whom I le henceforth dresse mee , and not weare No hurt , of which you are not president ; Bee ever mine : next her , you that have travelld To fetch mee o're this Mirrour , which I le casket , As my best jewell : I now finde my selfe , That to my selfe , was till this day unknown , I have transgrest in that I sought to fleece So pure a Diamond . Sebast. Come , wee 'le end all this : First , Lady wee 'le acquit your Iealousie , Shee is his sister : Ferrers , wee shall ranke you In as high grace , as you are in his love ; Nor have you Manhurst , least exprest your selfe , In gratitude to him , friendship to both ; You Bonavida wee restore , you stand In the eye of our preferrement : you wee admire : And thus conclude : Two Nations have contended For brest and face , in you both these are ended . Exeunt . FINIS .

The Epilogue . IN battells , some men fall , others againe , Come off with honor'd scarrs , wounded , not slaine , In ship-wrack's , some sink , and are seene no more , Others on Masts , and Planks , attaine the shore ; 'T is so 'twixt us and you ; your Smile or Frowne , Can save , or spill ; to make us swimme , or drowne .

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c3cgh-002-b-2080 valour● they would sometimes bend To memorise the valours of such men , Whose very names might dignifie c3cgh-002-b-2140 svery memorise the valours of such men , Whose very names might dignifie the Pen , And that c3cgh-003-a-0560 Beauti● Sister to Ferrers , of incomparable Vertue and Beautie . c3cgh-003-a-0840 h●s Manhurst Ferrers his friend . c3cgh-003-b-0970 Hayl● This Hayle from you , wee count a blessing to us , c3cgh-003-b-1360 th●se These perhapps , See with judiciall eyes unto these joyes You gaine by enjoying us . c3cgh-003-b-1900 〈◊〉 Wee would not have a thought conceiv'd of us But should be mix'd with rapture , and what c3cgh-004-a-1950 we● because 'Tis common in the Country ; and shall wee Bred in the Courts rich glory , intertain't c3cgh-004-a-2900 〈◊〉 injoy'st us : For that great blessing Give thy Creation thankes . c3cgh-004-b-0660 no● this ; this ? doe I boast of those That are not mine ? say wee ascribe our birth Onely to c3cgh-004-b-3090 Prin● esse them , I make this attestation , yet sweet Princesse , These praises you conferre upon your selfe c3cgh-004-b-3140 con●erre , yet sweet Princesse , These praises you conferre upon your selfe Though they be just and c3cgh-005-a-0660 for●●d Iudging dayes , Such doubt their worths are forc'd themselues to prayse . c3cgh-005-a-0970 Atrogance Of Arrogance us ? c3cgh-005-a-1020 Call'● Call't if you please , Selfe-love : Besides in c3cgh-005-a-1620 S●sipatra , Rome presented a Cornelia , And Lidia a Sosipatra : Chastity ? Lucrece ▪ of whom the Romanes c3cgh-005-a-1670 ▪ And Lidia a Sosipatra : Chastity ? Lucrece , of whom the Romanes so much boast : Did c3cgh-005-a-1900 ber Citie breede a Portia , Who when she heard her husband Brutus slaine , Kept from all other c3cgh-005-a-2420 sochoice compleatly perfect in all these , Yet not so choice a piece , but the wide world May c3cgh-005-a-2950 ▪ Speake and obtaine , c3cgh-005-b-0730 Bonavid●● To such approved vertues ; I am hee : Lord Bonavida , you have from her tongue An expresse doome c3cgh-005-b-3100 ta●n'd heares mee : I would his Portugall skinne were tann'd into Spanish Leather , and either cut into c3cgh-005-b-3200 flovenly Spanish Leather , and either cut into some slovenly Boote , to be dabled in the durt without c3cgh-007-a-0470 Valladaura●s As much as ere he will I thinke , Valladauraes a prettie piece of flesh ceaze him : play c3cgh-007-a-1100 ▪ getst profit , and thy father honour by't . c3cgh-007-a-1640 autious vowes , and fruitlesse Sonnets Vnto that be beautious shrine , than ere man did ? c3cgh-007-a-1960 ▪ , and understand what Orbe they move into : I am not so much infected with that same c3cgh-007-a-2970 ofthy service as a star , where she The blest Idea of thy glorious feature , Drawne by the curious c3cgh-007-a-4080 〈◊〉 ornaments for a souldier , how came you by them tro ? honestly c3cgh-007-b-1770 takethese 'Twas I confesse somewhat to take these wounds , yet in my minde he that gives c3cgh-007-b-3230 foare cane you for the Master . But pardon me , I soare too high for a serving-man , your eare , c3cgh-007-b-3420 subur●es your eare , I am modest , away , hie to the suburbes , bribe some honest Barbarsurgeon to wash c3cgh-007-b-3540 hea●e Barbarsurgeon to wash off your dishonor and hear your infamy . c3cgh-007-b-3560 intamy Barbarsurgeon to wash off your dishonor and hear your infamy . c3cgh-008-a-1510 Vertne our quest of this rare piece of beauty And Vertue mixt , to rival the great Princesse , What c3cgh-008-a-1980 〈◊〉 and the Creature you talke of , a Needle a very Spanish Needle , which I feare you c3cgh-008-a-3500 ha●re fur , that of necessity they must have more haire then wit , besides they cannot be wise they c3cgh-008-b-2440 Sk●nce wash't , Nimmingham bid you looke to your Skonce : and Ostend , beware the Cat . Don-hague c3cgh-009-b-0590 utte● her talke of utter , for shame Sir , either utter your minde now to the full , or else utterly c3cgh-009-b-2520 Ilettry Ile try your faith , Have you in all the countries c3cgh-010-a-0180 said st A Lord saidst thou ? c3cgh-010-a-3560 〈…〉 Which should I be ? — pray give me And then expect my answere . c3cgh-011-a-0060 〈◊〉 returne thus farre , To fixe you in that spheare a splendant starre , And this is all I crave c3cgh-011-a-0160 crave● spheare a splendant starre , And this is all I crave c3cgh-011-a-2940 de●am'd and Accent of the Time , But seemes in me defam'd and rusticall ; None can indure my sight c3cgh-011-a-2960 rustical● of the Time , But seemes in me defam'd and rusticall ; None can indure my sight , all things c3cgh-011-a-3190 Satute construed to the worst ; I walke the streetes , Salute I all I meete , none resaluteth mee , But c3cgh-011-b-0190 Petro●●llaes and laugh at mee , As who should say ; See Petrocellaes Scorne , And that which wounds me deeper c3cgh-012-a-1540 ●ne I must give you one lie , to say I doe . c3cgh-012-a-2340 Ferr●●s Of England ? your name Ferrars ? c3cgh-012-a-3560 rh'as You may have cause to say so : h'as sent you Ransome . c3cgh-012-b-1760 th●se faire eyes I honour , Should the best Lord of these have sent my ransome , Had it come single c3cgh-012-b-1950 spu●●'d single without his , as this , I would have spurn'd , and sent it backe . c3cgh-012-b-2280 ▪ Exit . c3cgh-012-b-2560 throwneit mine , thou hast not lov'd thy life , But throwne it upon dangers more than common : Because c3cgh-012-b-3290 Thr●wes Throwes downe the bags . c3cgh-013-a-0260 they ' le Oh yes , your English Iewes , they'le buy and sell their fathers , prostrate their c3cgh-013-a-1010 knownethee for a Tirant , And bloody hangman : had I knowne thee halfe so well . When on the Deck I c3cgh-013-a-2190 hin shall quickly weaken , sunder them , With him there — quicke , that Paper will point out c3cgh-013-a-3010 per●ormance studie thy trade perfect , Soile it not in performance , like a true Artist , Degree thy tortures c3cgh-013-b-2680 Bonavid● Lady , in the late exile Of your depraver Bonvida ; how Doe you applaud my justice ? c3cgh-013-b-2920 〈◊〉 To have done lesse , should have disgrac'd me more Then all your worth could merit . c3cgh-014-a-0450 tre●ds wonder In what remote clyme the poore exile treads , Or in what place he hopes to find that c3cgh-014-a-2630 pro●fe the Sunne And walke still in the shade , by proofe we see Such Meteors oft take fire . c3cgh-014-a-2700 fir● , by proofe we see Such Meteors oft take fire . c3cgh-015-a-0430 p●ece assure you , wee have her to show , And such a piece — c3cgh-015-a-1970 Phisi●gnomie black-browd wenches in Spaine , for a face , and Phisiognomie . c3cgh-015-b-1350 Careanet Shee's yet in her owne Countrey ; But that Carcanet Can quickly fetch her over . c3cgh-015-b-2780 Ca●canet mee that Which I more prise , my pretious Carcanet , That which you with no Iustice can detaine c3cgh-016-a-0940 ●●es furnish you : Spare for no cost , Our Treasure lies ope to you ; get that Ring By any slight c3cgh-016-a-2370 gall●nt Enter Valladaura , and Ferrers gallant . c3cgh-016-b-3660 reated and in memory of his adventure : where hee reared his pillar , writ that most methodicall c3cgh-017-a-0860 Du● begge from you all the best complement , Due unto my long service . c3cgh-017-a-2510 t●ie never with a braver opposite Did English-man trie with fire . c3cgh-017-b-2170 Petr●. Petro. c3cgh-018-a-2890 ●e , stay , thou art a jewell to pretious to be wash'd with , thou wert given to deare purpose c3cgh-018-b-1330 myblood betraid through thy rash negligence , was my blood pleasant for this ? my thoughts , c3cgh-018-b-2850 thri●ty As a thing of wax , never was thrifty trader more willing to put of a sullke commodity c3cgh-018-b-3240 q●step animall , she takes her entrance just at her qu step you aside for feare of suspition . c3cgh-018-b-4300 ▪ This by my direction is the place , the labour in vaine , and here spite of c3cgh-018-b-4450 myhast and here spite of delay , she has prevented my hast , you see I keep my word sweete . c3cgh-018-b-4540 sw●●te prevented my hast , you see I keep my word sweete . c3cgh-019-a-0130 〈◊〉 that's somewhat strange , in a gallant of your ranck . c3cgh-019-a-1190 ●or●t I ? have I not ? the handsomest way I had for't . c3cgh-019-b-0920 pill●ry it be my luck to see thee preach through a pillory , as one of the cast lims of your cursed c3cgh-019-b-2320 ▪ cruell nation than both , my owne countreymen , for suretyship and debt , ( diseases that c3cgh-019-b-3020 bo●der currant with some in this place , and I may the bolder venter on't . First then to my friends Sister c3cgh-019-b-3970 D●● Some Don or Nobleman at least , he wore very good c3cgh-019-b-4290 paint●● the better body , the planer the habit , painted clothes were devis'd for ruind ●eeling , c3cgh-019-b-4350 ●eeling , painted clothes were devis'd for ruind feeling , and sluttish walls , It's the Apparrell c3cgh-020-a-0010 fluttish clothes were devis'd for ruind ●eeling , and sluttish walls , It's the Apparrell of the mind , c3cgh-020-a-1140 Ruin●s falling Tower , bury my beauty in my owne Ruines ? no , rather like the glorious Sun , desolue c3cgh-020-a-1560 th● To give you my best attendance to the last minute , please you Ladyship accept c3cgh-020-b-1500 l●t ; what habit were I best to travell in , let me see , a Spannish slop , good easie weare c3cgh-020-b-2670 wit●●● but lin'd with narrow and scant-performance within . c3cgh-020-b-3150 ro ●nd give mee your substantiall , English hose , round and som-what full afore . c3cgh-020-b-3820 trowfes , I am cleane out of love with your Irish trowses ; they are for all the world like a Iealous c3cgh-021-a-0140 〈…〉 all these will I cut and fashion that shall bee and Imitable : will you follow ? c3cgh-021-a-0580 Petr●cella Enter Ferrers and Petrocella . c3cgh-021-a-0760 I● my yeeres , taught mee how to distinguish Il from good , to talke in this strange Key c3cgh-021-a-1000 The●e There , a man . c3cgh-021-a-2030 ▪ Not heere , for I am all dejectednesse , Captive to fortune , and a slave to want c3cgh-021-a-2190 e●othes and a slave to want ; I can not call these clothes I weare mine owne , I doe not eate , but c3cgh-021-a-2470 po●re I breathe , is borrowed ; nere was man So poore and abject . I have not so much , In all c3cgh-021-a-2980 essen●e friend , And hee is ravish'd from mee ; My essence , and my beeing , is anothers : What should c3cgh-021-b-1110 expos●'t your worth Your presence when you please to expose't abroad , Attracts all eyes , and draw them c3cgh-021-b-2000 ● and yet Lady I could say something durst I . c3cgh-021-b-2950 scorn● , Or as you say , you have beene fortunes scorne , So ever proove to woman . c3cgh-022-a-1600 de●sions made me so unwilling to denounce Mine owne derisions , but alas I finde No Nation , sex , complexion c3cgh-022-a-2200 filias● evill shall . And now I charge you , by that filiall zeale You owe your father , by the memory c3cgh-022-b-0040 〈◊〉 Without demur or pawse . c3cgh-022-b-0130 〈◊〉 Give me but time To sleepe upon't . c3cgh-022-b-0660 dur●t noble sir , I love you : And what my heart durst never tell my tongue Least it should blab c3cgh-022-b-0940 happiness●● Oh , my happinesse What wilt thou feele me still ? art thou c3cgh-022-b-1930 h●● Kisses her c3cgh-022-b-2810 Sh●e Shee to doo't ? c3cgh-023-a-0610 Th●se snakie lockes , And turn'd them into Marble : These and more Should you but speak't I'de doe c3cgh-023-a-0810 v●w I vow it by my honour , my best hopes And all c3cgh-023-a-0970 na●●e best hopes And all that I wish gracious , name it then , For I am in a longing in my soule c3cgh-023-a-1900 Vallada●ra Love noble Valladaura , And at his soonest appointment marry him c3cgh-023-a-2650 ba●●r Then I am lost , Now baser than this fellow tearm'd himselfe , To him c3cgh-023-a-3100 peerclesse my selfe rivall , For face and vertue , to the peereless Queene , Both these have prostituted to c3cgh-023-a-3110 Queen● , For face and vertue , to the peereless Queene , Both these have prostituted to a slave c3cgh-023-b-0040 ●lave have prostituted to a slave , To be more slave than hee , but shall he thus Behold in me c3cgh-023-b-1140 look'●t basenesse thou hast tearm'd thy selfe , Thou look'st now I should whine and pale and weepe Hang c3cgh-023-b-1200 p●le thy selfe , Thou look'●t now I should whine and pale and weepe Hang 'bout thy necke , submit c3cgh-023-b-2630 with●n wake and so see day , But night is lodg'd within me , night perpetuall Darker than the Cimmerian c3cgh-023-b-2710 Ci●●erian within me , night perpetuall Darker than the Cimmerian , all my lights Have only beene mere flashes c3cgh-024-a-2700 the●eof Queene Made us acquainted with th' intent thereof , Wee had not tooke it of you subject-like c3cgh-024-b-0210 rar●r men , Have crown'd us with a wreathe , of rarer worth , Then can the united birthes of Spaine c3cgh-025-a-0070 sol● disgrace at all , To honour her , that's your sole paragon , c3cgh-025-a-0080 pa●agon at all , To honour her , that's your sole paragon , c3cgh-025-a-1870 Nou●e and heard , and understood , We found her a Noune Substantive . c3cgh-025-a-2020 hear● Oh , my blood ! why flyest thou from my heart ? c3cgh-025-b-0160 you ' I Oh , Sir , anon I hope you'l have more patience , c3cgh-025-b-0280 fl●e Patience Devill ? Let it flee to th' Antipodes , and we Wraste in wrath c3cgh-025-b-0480 steelet to and fury , that base lie I'le stab with my steeletto downe thy throate , And make thee swallow c3cgh-025-b-0590 P●n Pin. . c3cgh-025-b-2280 bre●th your sex , That I am weary now the ayre I breath , And should you grant it Madam , would c3cgh-026-a-1470 sashions this jeast might passe upon one of Cupids fashions , but I being a found Sophister in the art c3cgh-026-a-1770 tomming Let not your comming betray your folly , though it be common c3cgh-026-a-1920 ●●lin be common with Ladies , twould shew very ill a Courtier . I confesse I seem'd strange c3cgh-026-a-2710 des●te I desire none , onely , but silence , you have vouchsaf'd c3cgh-026-a-2810 vouehsasfd desire none , onely , but silence , you have vouchsaf'd mee a happinesse , beyond merit or expectation c3cgh-026-b-0420 vertues● you find me , that's with more faults than vertues but see , my father and some of my best c3cgh-026-b-0820 s●r Then I presume y'are earnest , sir I must call you father . c3cgh-026-b-2070 ner● 'tis throughly lighted ? such matches were nere kindled at Hymens altar , have you sufficient c3cgh-026-b-2930 musickespeake gins faint already , We are , set on , let musicke speake aloud , At such chast Vnions Iove c3cgh-027-a-0050 〈◊〉 lie , and yet My treacherous heart agreed to't , and this habit , Oh , could I throw my c3cgh-027-a-0130 ●ould heart agreed 〈◊〉 , and this habit , Oh , could I throw my griefe as easily from me , As c3cgh-027-a-0310 sha●s from me , As I do thee , nere did religious share , Countenance or shelter such a horrid act c3cgh-027-a-0330 Count nance As I do thee , nere did religious share , Countenance or shelter such a horrid act . c3cgh-027-a-0590 Gi●es Ha ? that very accent , friend , Giues my faint feares the he , and writes my act c3cgh-027-a-0700 Nob●e my faint feares the he , and writes my act Noble and lawfull : had I giv'n him my life 'twas c3cgh-027-a-1070 nob ● e teare yet ? Not ? he quite outdares me , In noble curtesies , all my attempts Like curses c3cgh-027-a-1220 mi●e curses shall against the winde flie back In mine owne face and soile it . Noble Ferrers Thy c3cgh-027-a-1290 Nob ● e flie back In mine owne face and soile it . Noble Ferrers Thy manly undertakings halfe perswade c3cgh-027-a-1370 Th● Thy manly undertakings halfe perswade me Thou art more than man . c3cgh-027-a-1640 helf Worthy your least good thought : if you ( or hell ) Can finde a service to injoine your slavs c3cgh-027-a-1740 Mo ● e Can finde a service to injoine your slavs More hard ( or damnable ) that may become ( The c3cgh-027-a-2150 thusit King of thy selfe and thy affections . And thus it is , for reasons yet conceal'd And strangely c3cgh-027-a-3050 sleets my name and habit , Sleepe in my marriage sheets and with my wife . c3cgh-027-b-0010 〈…〉 all That I allow , if after I shall prove , Thou , so much as in a kisse , All thy past worth c3cgh-027-b-0140 i● so much as in a kisse , All thy past worth is blemish'd , never demand The reason on't c3cgh-027-b-0770 〈◊〉 'Tis done , How ere I rest , Ile rise bright honors sonne c3cgh-028-a-2270 Restrian'd dim'd mine eyes from sight , and patience , Restrain'd my head from fury : what hee is , or whence c3cgh-028-a-2460 Ald●. Alda. c3cgh-028-a-3970 tho'a Th'art a chicken , leave us , tho' a fathers name , Ile beare a lyons heart c3cgh-028-b-0020 op● doores , strumpet , why Impudence , breake ope the doore — c3cgh-028-b-0180 p●● ard Enter Petrocella with a bloody ponyard c3cgh-028-b-0640 ●au'd She has sau'd us a labor ; what means this bloody punyard c3cgh-028-b-0740 ▪ a labor ; what means this bloody punyard ? c3cgh-028-b-0900 inted in my brow , doe you not see his name Writ in red letters ? c3cgh-028-b-1080 Vallad●uraes Base Valladauraes — c3cgh-028-b-1310 ne'●e for tho' you joyn'd our hands , My heart ne're tide a man to 't ; and how ever duty Lives c3cgh-028-b-1320 〈◊〉 tho' you joyn'd our hands , My heart ne're tide a man to 't ; and how ever duty Lives at c3cgh-028-b-1480 infore'd ever duty Lives at command , Love cannot be inforc'd , And rather then live bound to one I love c3cgh-028-b-1860 ne●e I nere was dead , But thou hast kill'd a man , c3cgh-028-b-1920 has● I ne●e was dead , But thou hast kill'd a man , whom to have sau'd , Had c3cgh-028-b-2220 drewaire valliant Ferrers , a more Noble Gentleman Never drew air . c3cgh-028-b-3230 c●●●ell ardently he lou'd Thee Tiger , thee , his cruell murderer , Thou'dst curse thy hand , and c3cgh-028-b-3240 m●●dere ardently he lou'd Thee Tiger , thee , his cruell murderer , Thou'dst curse thy hand , and hate thy c3cgh-028-b-3270 〈◊〉 Tiger , thee , his cruell murderer , Thou'dst curse thy hand , and hate thy bloody selfe , For c3cgh-028-b-3390 ●o●loving hand , and hate thy bloody selfe , For thy not loving him . c3cgh-029-a-0400 cu●tesies ever was in man , But passing many unmatch'd curtesies , In honors duell , when I all hope had c3cgh-029-a-1820 sewell Every way ; the World Has lost a iewell , not to be regain'd By losse of twenty c3cgh-030-a-1660 standi●g I care not , for there's against them no standing . c3cgh-030-b-0470 co●stant change will not be drawne to . The Spanyard's constant to his block , The French inconstant ever c3cgh-030-b-0540 inconsta●t Spanyard's constant to his block , The French inconstant ever , But of all Felts that may be felt c3cgh-030-b-0880 lovesto Irish-man his shag too , The Welch his Mon-mouth loves to weare , And of the same will brag too c3cgh-030-b-1230 〈◊〉 things , But O your lickarish English man , He loves to deale in all things . The Rush c3cgh-030-b-1540 Iris● , The Brittaine he Mesheglen quaffs , The Irish Aqua-vitae . The French affects the Orleans c3cgh-031-a-1280 treaion cheape and save charges , 'tis but speaking treason , and I'le helpe you to be billeted , at c3cgh-031-a-2160 ● de And to the Spanish Chronicles let this a adde , That he whose tongue hath justified their c3cgh-031-a-3750 blazomd commend your choyce , For if renowne bath blazond him aright . Spaine it could scaree have c3cgh-031-b-2300 Pioke-devant That Picke-devant that elbowes next the Queene . c3cgh-031-b-3070 crowa'd this feminine quarrell . I had then Dyde a crown'd Martyr : that offendour like Now bow to c3cgh-032-a-0400 o●les wee may meete in blest Elizium , There our soules kisse together : Farewell world , Growne c3cgh-032-a-0490 corru●t kisse together : Farewell world , Growne so corrupt , thou wilt not suffer Vertue And Beauty c3cgh-032-a-0690 harbonr together ▪ may thy charitie Guide me to yon safe harbour . Thus I fall Beneath my offences , and c3cgh-032-a-1060 a●ch you are Royall , And worthy of those honors arch your head , Deferre that bloody businesse c3cgh-032-a-1410 app●rition That apparition transports mee into wonder . c3cgh-032-a-1950 in●omparable your feares , Since th'one appeares to bee incomparable . c3cgh-032-a-2110 Ki●gs That in which Kings Resemble most the Gods : Iustice . c3cgh-032-a-2450 su●h If such live heere , As wee are King , wee bannish c3cgh-032-a-2950 e●y forraine : birth , not high degree'd , Nor every way ignoble : for my qualitie , Some that c3cgh-032-a-3100 c●ll qualitie , Some that resume to know mee , call me Libertine , Wanton and wild wench ; nay c3cgh-032-a-3160 w●ld know mee , call me Libertine , Wanton and wild wench ; nay , a Curtizan : But were I looser c3cgh-034-a-0050 Duell'tweene This is a conflict worse . Then in the sad Duell 'tweene death and life , When neither's certaine c3cgh-034-a-1660 persacured these Should be sought out by strangers , persacuted Made infamous , even there where she was c3cgh-034-a-2750 fullied convicted , this that body So stain'd and sullied by these barbarous tongues , That even in c3cgh-034-b-3170 deflowr●d vitiated beauty Even by her owne confession late deflowred I beg from this most sacred Majesty , To c3cgh-035-a-0260 ele●r'd Shee stands cleer'd By her accusers silence . c3cgh-035-a-1430 defiring Oh , with shame And infamy I speake it , desiring heaven 'T might be my last of speech , this c3cgh-035-a-2690 Des ● erate Royall bench , either confesse thee mad , Desperate , and quite given o're to callumnie Or in c3cgh-036-a-0240 〈◊〉 Oh sir , you were my ransome . c3cgh-036-a-1260 Flatte●ing base sycophants , I shall abjure you ever , Flattering glasses , That gave mee a false face , but c3cgh-036-a-2460 sifte wee'le acquit your Iealousie , Shee is his sister : Ferrers , wee shall ranke you In as high c3cgh-036-b-0510 〈◊〉 Planks , attaine the shore ; 'Tis so 'twixt us and you ; your Smile or Frowne , Can save