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 A Christian turn'd Turke: or, The tragicall liues and deaths of the two famous pyrates, Ward and Dansiker. As it hath beene publickly acted. VVritten by Robert Daborn, Gentleman. Christian turn'd Turke Christian turn'd Turke: or, The tragicall lives and deaths of the two famous pyrates, Ward and Dansiker. Tragicall lives and deaths of the two famous pyrates, Ward and Dansiker. Daborne, Robert, d. 1628. Barker, Andrew, fl. 1609. [70] p. Printed [by Nicholas Okes] by for [sic] William Barrenger, and are to be sold at the great north-doore of Pauls, London : 1612. 1611

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A Christian turn'd Turke : OR , The Tragicall Liues and Deaths of the two Famous Pyrates , WARD and DANSIKER .

As it hath beene publickly Acted .

WRITTEN By ROBERT DABORN , Gentleman .

Nemo sapiens , Miser est .

LONDON , Printed by for william Barrenger , and are to be sold at the great North-doore of Pauls . 1612 .

To the Knowing Reader .

AS no argument more proueth the excellency of Poesy then the contempt is throwne upon it by silken gulls and ignorant Cittizens , so there is no blemish taketh from the beauty of this onely Allcomprehending-art , so much as the same where-with her owne professors brand her , for I may truely vary that of the Tragoedian , Quemcunque poetam vides , miserum dicas , I speake it especially in regard of that free title better times allowed this heauenly Science , now made captiue by each vnworthy hand ; in recouery whereof I haue , so farre as my weake power extended , procured the publishing this oppressed and much martird Tragedy , not that I promise to my selfe any reputation hereby , or affect to see my name in Print , vsherd with new praises , for feare the Reader should call in question their iudgements that giue applause in the action ; for had this wind moued me , I had preuented others shame in subscribing some of my former labors , or let them gone out the in diuels name alone : which since impudence will not suffer , I am content they passe together ; it is then to publish my innocence concerning the wrong of worthy personages , together with doing some right to the much-suffering Actors that hath caused my name to cast it selfe in the common rack of censure , accompanied with so weak comforts , as this Triuiall worke can giue it , and that my gratitude may be in the first place , I must in dispight of any iustly neglected Cronicke confesse to haue receiued so much worthy respect , & approued so much generous honesty in them , that with any indifferent hazard , I will study to make good their losse , and my gratitude . I write this , led by no Mercinary hopes to share in their Fortunes , which hath so put out somes eyes , that measuring others sight by their owne weakenesse gaue her out for blind ; but led by that spirit knoweth no sinne equall to ingratitude : As for the former imputation , granting all obiections , I cleere my selfe by these two positions , No man can faine any ill of a Parricide , the greater alway including the lesse ; this being so tollerable , especially in Oratory , which is an vnseparable branch of Poesy , that it subsists not without aggrauation ; the second is , No man can intitle another to his crimes , for , Alia est cognatio culpae , alia sanguinis , from which I so farre abhorre , as my owne discent is not obscure but generous , if this will not giue satisfaction , know I liue vnder too safe a law to feare the stab of a Rouing boy , and for any wrong , Equo marte , I forgiue it , daring thus far to boast my knowledge , that I cannot be a coward , I write succintly , knowing the bounds of an Epistle , the rather because I wish no other perusers , then those to whom I dedicate my selfe ; though herein I speak against the Printers profit , if these accept my impolished labours , I promise the next shall be coockt for the stomacks of the Criticall , messe it selfe . Sanabimur si separemur a coetu .

The Prologue . ALL faire content dwell here , & may our straines Giue you that choice delight which crownes our paines . Our subiect 's low , yet to your eyes presents Deeds high in bloud , in bloud of Innocents : Transcends them low , and your invention calles To name the sinne beyond this blacke deed falles . What heretofore set others pennes aworke , Was ward turn'd Pyrate , ours is ward turn'd Turke . Their triviall Scoenes might best affoord to show The basenesse of his birth , how from below Ambition oft takes roote , makes men forsake The good the' enioy , yet know not . Our Muse doth take A higher pitch , leauing his Pyracy To reach the heart it selfe of villany . What to that period makes the neerest way , Our Scoene pursues , you must supose his stay Hath lately beene vpon the Irish Shore , Where wanting men he inuites some strangers ore Into his Barke , in height of wine and game , He slips his anchor , and reveales his name . There fate succedes , and to your gentle view We giue not what we could , but what know true . Our Ship 's aflote , we feare nor rockes nor sands , Knowing we are inviron'd with your helping hands .
Drammatis Personae . Christians . Captaines . Ward . Dansiker . Francisco . Fredericke . Gismund . Gentlemen . Ferdinand . Albert . Carolo . Sismund . Raymond , his two sons . Turkes . Viceroy . Crosman . Muffty . Iewes . Benwash . Rabshake . Ruben . Alizia , A Christian woman . Turkish women . Agar . Voada . Turkes Officers , Sailers .
A Christian turn'd Turke .
Act. I.
Scoen . I. Enter Ward , Gismund , Albert , Ferd. Sailers rise from a Table . Ward .

I L'e play no more .

Ferd.

Set but my hand out , heer 's 400. Crowns vnlost yet , Fortune may make them yours .

Gism.

Fortun 's a Bitch , a meere strumpet , she hath turn'd vp the Ace so long , I haue ne'r an eye to see with , she hath sok't me .

Alb. We came aboard to venture with you , Deale Merchant-like , put it vpon one maine , And throw at all . Ferd. One cast , and we will leaue you . Gis. Leaue vs yet ? we haue a cast worth two of the rest . Alb. 'T is set , throw at it gentle Sir . Ward . We shall haue time enough hereafter , You are too violent . Gism.

I feare you 'l not be halfe so forward anon when we should vse you .

Sail.

A saile , a saile , a saile .

Omn.

Shoute .

Ward .

Why stand you so amaz'd ? conceiue you not the language of the Sea ?

Gism. Now you may shew your selues gamesters , You shall haue your bellies full of hazard . Ferd. We are betraid . Alb. Are you not Merchant-men ? Gism.

How else ? and deale by whole-sale , take vp much at a long day . Do you know this honourable shape ? Heroicke Captaine WARD , Lord of the Ocean , terror of Kings , Landlord to Merchants , rewarder of Man-hood , conqueror of the Westerne world , to whose followers the Lands and Seas pay tribute , and they to none , but once in their liues to the manor of Wapping , and then are free euer after . This is he my noble mummers .

Alb.

We are for euer lost .

Ferd.

If 't be our moneyes that you covet , willingly wee giue it vp , onely depriue vs not of our faire home , our Country : do but land vs .

Ward . Know we haue other vse for you , Haue not intic'd you hither for your gold , It is the man we want . Is 't not a shame , Men of your qualities and personage , Should liue as cankers , eating vp the soile That gaue you being , like beasts that ne're looke further Then where they first tooke food , that men call home , Which giues them meanes equall vnto their minds , Puts them in action . Gism. True , who is 't would not smile To heare a Souldier , that hath nothing left But misery to speake him man , can shew More markes then pence , vpon whose backe contempt Heapes on the weight of poverty . Who would not smile To heare this peece of wretchednesse boast his wounds ? How farre he went to purchase them ? with what honour He put them on ? and now for sustenance , Want of a little bread , being giving vp His empty soule , should ioy yet that his Country Shall see him breath his last : when that aire he termes his Vngratefully doth stifle him . Ferd. You tell vs of a gulfe , which to eschew , You dash vs gainst a rocke more full of feare Of danger : for we should call that action , Which giues vnto posterity our name Writ in the golden lines of honour , where this brands Our fore-heads with the hatefull name of theues , of robbers , Piracy , it 's theft , most hatefull , swallowes vp The estates of Orphanes , Widowes , who borne free , Are thus made slaues , inthral'd to misery , By those that should defend them , at the best . You rob the venting Merchants , whose manly breast Scorning base gaine at home , puts to the maine With hazard of his life and state , from other lands To enrich his owne , whilst with vngratefull sands He thus is ouerwhelm'd . Gism. These children haue bin at S. Antlins . They 'l perswad 's out of our profession . A plague vpon this Schollership , One man that savours of an Vniversity , Is able to infect a whole Navy with cowardize . Ferd.

Cowardize ? thou lyest : ther 's not a man here dares lesse then thy selfe .

Gism. Zounds I l'e try that . Ward . Hold , or by all my hopes , who makes next proffer Falles on my sword . If you will try your valours The enemy is at hand . As for your vertuous lectures , We are Mariners , and Souldiers , not tatter'd yet Inough to heare them , though in time we might Be apt for such tongue-comfort , being sway'd By your directions . Within . A saile , a saile , a saile . Enter Sailer . Ward . How ? more sailes yet ? Sail. The first that we descri'd , doth beare a head , And as it seemes , pursued by a man of warre , They make with vs for succour . Gism.

Yes , wee 'l succour her , and sucke her too , as drye as a Vsurers palme .

Al. Nay , then we are put from shore . Gis. Without ken boyes , more sails , the least delay . O le ts turne Serving-men , the trencher hold Whilst others eate the meate . Ward . Away , make ready for the fight . Gis. Courage braue sparks , now to gain wealth , or graues : To dye in peace fits beasts , and abiect slaues . Fer. Thou needst not feare the curse , bloud-thirsty monster . Oh that our better part should thus be captiu'd By sence and will ! who like a ship vnman'd , That 's borne by motion of the violent waues And giddy winds , doth seeme to make a course Direct and punctiue , till we see it dash Against some prouder Sylla , and display How much she inward wanted to her sway . Al. You haue well describ'd him : but to our owne fortunes . Fer. We must obey necessitie , since 't is our fates To be surpriz'd thus , by this monster beast . We must as did that Captaine , so much famed , Lick the fierce Lyons feet , till happier times Do giue vs freedome in his punish't crimes . Al. You haue well aduis'd . Fortune in spight of thee , How ea'r my body 's thrald , my minde rests free . Fer. This stand our comfort : we may happen be the Chorus onely to their Tragedy . Exit .
Scoene . 2. Enter Lemot , his sister Alizia , putting on the weed of a Sailers boy , Monsieur Davy , and Sailers . Lem. Vnfortunate sister , my heart dissolues to bloud , And payes sad tribute to thy sadder griefes . Nay , make no period , our woes are not at full , Hymen did ne're behold so blacke a nuptiall . Alas ! with our delay we hasten misery , See how they beare vp to vs . Deere sister hide At least thy sex , though not thy sorrow . Aliz. Wretched Alizia , little thinkes yong Raymond His Brid 's so neere vnto captivity . Be gentle yet you seas , and swallow me , Since I am denyed his armes , let my virginity Be offred vnto him in sacrifice . 'T will be some comfort , his loue a maiden dies . Lem. Nay then thou cleau'st my soule , do not distrust Chast thoughts are guided by a power , that 's iust . My worthy friends , yet what perswasion needs To stirre vp valour where necessity And iustice of our cause , in basest spirits Would strike a fire to kindle cowardize ? Three daies we haue been pursued by a Dutch Pyrat , And now we are falne vpon no lesse a monster . Me thinkes I see your eyes darting forth flames Like Lyons in their chase , the greedy hunter Seeming to warme that bloud , whose heate and rage Proues his destruction . Enter Ward , Gismund , Sailers aboue . Gism. Hoy , Lem. Not ready yet ? alas thou wilt betray Thy selfe vnto their lust . Aliz. Rather to death : Nature this comfort gaue , No place so miserable , but yeelds a graue To wretchednesse . Gis. Hoy , of whence your ship , and whither are you bound ? Davi . We are of Marcelles , bound for Normandy . Of whence are you ? Gism. We are of the Sea . Sail. The Diuell land you . Gism. Bring your maister a boord , or wee 'l giue you a broad side . Lem. As you are men I do coniure your valours . Aliz. As you are vertuous keepe from slavery . A haplesse , haplesse maid . Davi . Misdoubt it not faire-maid , Ther 's not a man heere , but well knowes how much He hath aduantage of his enemy , A race of theeues , Bankroupts , that haue laien Vpon their countries stomacke like a surfet , Whence being vomited they striue with poysonous breath To infect the generall aire : Creatures that stand So far from what is man , they know no good , But in their prey , nor for necessity But for meere hate to vertue , pursuing vice , And being downe themselues would haue none rise . Gism. The curs are sure asleepe , wee 'le waken 'em , Gunner giue fire . Lem. In their owne language answere them . Gism.

Zounds do they beginne to prate , haue with you , lace the netting , let downe the fights , make ready the small shot , gunner , giue them a broad side , wee 'le prate with 'em A starre board there .

Lem. Braue countrymen , Thinke through how many dangers , with what sweate , what care , How long expence of time , we haue bene getting Those goods these Robbers fight for , that should make good to vs The sweete of iust indeauours , looke on this maid , Thinke with what honourable welcomings , You shall deliuer her to her betrothed husband , How much you shall ingage him , lastly , thinke that you see , Euen all the miseries dispised pouerty Can throw on men , that by this one houres valour We onely can redeeme our selues from death Oh thinke how happy 't is to innocence , Whereunto guilty soules it lookes black and feareful : At least let this al thoughts of feare dispell , Truth fights gainst theft , and heauen opposes hell . Omnes . Wee are resolued S. Dennis victory . Lem. A constant breast may fall , but cannot dye , Exit . Enter Ward with a slaine friend , and Ferdinand . Ward . Recall thy spirit braue friend , a while , yet stay , At least beare thy reuenge hence with thee . Ferd. He hath lost all motion . Ward . Iniurious heauen that with so excellent matter As is our soule , didst mingle this base mould , So fraile a substance earth , as if thou hadst fram'd man The subiect of thy laughter , gau'st him a spirit Free , vnbounded , whose firy temper breakes Through all the clouds of danger , dares euen heauen , Swels and beares high , when with one little pricke This buble breakes , displaies a vanity , Ridiculous vanity , this building That hath bene twenty and odde yeares a rearing , One blast thus laies it flat , I could en'e tremble , To thinke that such a coward I beare about me , As is this flesh , that for so small a wound Betrayes our life . Ferd. This shewes sir , nature neare intended man , Other then as she sent him to the world , All vnoffensiue , vnalin'd : when vnto beasts , She gaue the meanes to hurt as to defence , The armour she gaue man was innocence . War. True , there was some other end in our creation Then to be that which men terme valiant . Ferd. There was . Enter Gismond . Gism. Courage braue sparkes the slaues beginne to faint , Ferd. It is his euill spirit sure that in this likenesse hants him Ward . See where he lies . Gis. S'foot we shall share the more sir , I alwaies thought Fortune had markt him out to dye by the French . He had so much of the English spirit in him . Exit Ward . Fortune ! true , the fate of man is fixt , Vnmoueable as the pole : how idle then were he Should striue to crosse vnuoided desteny ? And thinke to stay his course , seeing we are sway'd As are the motionary ingines of a clocke , By the dull weight that still doth downeward tend , Till it strike earth , and so there motion end . Ferd. Giue me the hearing Sir , Ward . Perswade no more , we haue no will to act , Or not to act more , then those orbes we see , And planetary bodies , which in their offices Obserue the will of fate : the difference is , They are confin'd , we are not : they are stars fixt , We wandring Runne on thou purple line That draw'st my liues fate out , thou that dost frowne Vpon the births of men , now Saturne smile . Those vnder milder Planets borne liue , seruile : good ; Mars cal'd our Birth , my race shall be through bloud Exit Ferd. Abused knowledge that first werst giuen to man A light , now helpst to dazell him , and what ere want Befall through our owne imperfect iudgement , Vnbridled will the throw on fortune , chance , I see mans happinesse , were his ignorance , Exit . Within Gallop . Gallop . A board , a board , a board . Lor. Deere sir withdraw , you are depriu'd of sight Lem. So much the better , I see no feare in fight , Courage braue countrymen : what 's natures part May fall ; what 's heauens can neuer , it is the ods That iust men haue of bad , still to the gods They stand or fall . Gallop . Enter , Enter , Enter . Zounds the slaue winkes and fights . Ward . A Ward , A Ward , A Ward , shoute .

Downe with them , downe with them , away let him go ouerbord , where he a second Alexand'r , ther 's not a man of them liues , but shall go ouer-board , wee 'le offer them to our deceassed frindes in sacrifice .

Aliz. My brother , my deere deere brother . 2. Gent. There were no conscience , no religion in 't , Gallop .

How ? Conscience , were 't but to banish those two words they shall go ouer-board .

War.

They shall go ouer-board : suppose I speake the contrary .

Gallop .

My Captaine , my man of warre speake the contrary they are as safe as the great Turke .

Ward . Now they shall ouer-board . Gallop . Out-swagered ? Ward . How many French are left ? Gism. There 's onely fiue of foure and twenty liuing . Neuer did men with equall spirit stand , A day so blacke and stormy : rob not your selfe then , Of so braue witnesses of this daies valour . Ward . How ? dare you sir giue vs directions ? Gism. How dare I sir ? I am a Gentleman Equall vnto your selfe . Ward . Take that now , I am before you , Gism. You are , I 'le not be long behind you . Ward . Know , that our word shall be a law , Gallip .

That may be , for he hath had conscience by the eares already .

Ward . Hoyst me a vessell vp of Maligo , Wee 'le drinke a health vnto the wandring ghosts Of our slaine followers , and euery draught The Cannon makes report off , a French-man Shall ouer-board , who to our friends may tell , We dranke a rowse to them , Ferd. As low as hell . Enter Sailer . Sail.

Francisco Captaine of the man of warre , pursu'd our prize , hath set a Pinace forth , who according to the custome of the sea , demands halfe of the spoyle , to your demand hee threatens instant fight , force against force , or if you dare to accept it , he makes you offer of single opposition .

Ward . Accept it ? he could not name that honour We couet more , reward the messenger , They two shall be the hostages For the equall triall , what 's his weapon ? Where the place of fight ? Sail. His weapons are sword and dagger , the place Here on our hatches , both our shippes being grappled , The cath on each side giuen , who conquers the other Shares the whole booty . Ward . Agreed we seale to his condition , Francisco call you him ? I emulate His daring spirit . Gallop . Fortune shapes our reuendge you see . Ferd. What need you giue your selfe vnto this danger , When in our generall strength we haue aduantage ? Ward . I prithee do not moue my patience , I scorne to take From others to my rising , he 's onely worthy state From fortunes wheele plucke's boldly his owne fate , And heere 's an arme shall do 't . 2. Gent. You see his insolence how he contemnes vs . Ferd. No more , we are agreed . Sis. How shall we hinder their pursuite ? Gallop . When both the ships are grappled , priuately Wee 'le cut their hausers , the wind blows faire To giue our lesser barke aduantage , 't is not ten leagues To Tunis , where entred , we are as safe As in a tower of brasse . Sis. How if we shoote him , as we make away ? Gallop . By no meanes t' shall be Franciscoes taske To cut his throate , this makes our reuenge full , We share the prise he fights for Sis. Rare gull ! we are all firme and secret , Omnes . All . Gall. So that I rise , let the world sinke , heauen fall . Ward . My merit : shall I thrall them ? the sway of things , Belongs to him dares most , such should be Kings , And such am I , what nature in my birth Denied me , fortune supplies : this maxime I hold , He liues a slaue , that liues to be contrould , But see the man whose ruine crownes me . Enter Fran. Fra. Art thou the chiefe and guider of this Bark ? Ward , The same sir . Fran. May I impute it to your ignorance In Marines actions , or the daring spirit , That barres my right in thy atchieued prise . Ward . This makes you answere , what do you see in me , Doth promise I should be the sutler sir , Fetch you prouision in . Fran. A little calmer sir , you are not now in Kent , Crying herrings seuen a peny , nay we haue heard of you ; You can baule well , you haue seru'd a prentiship Vnto the trade , affrighting of whole streetes With your full Oyster voyce . Ward . Damnation ! Fran. Poore fishers brat , that neuer didst aspire Aboue a musle boate , that wert not borne Vnto a fortune boue two cades of sprats , And those smoakt in thy fathers bed-chamber ; That by a beggar in meere charity Being made drunke , steed of a mariner We rt stole aboard , and being awake didst smell Worse then thy shell commodity at midsummer , That desperate through feare wert made a Captaine , When to haue bene a shoare againe , thou wouldst haue turn'd Swabber vnto a Peter-man . Ward . By all my hopes thou hadst bene better dig'd Thy grandsirs Vrn vp and haue swallowed it . Fran. Thou bark'st too much to bite . Ward . Cleere the deck there , each man bestow himselfe Sis. It 's done , there hauser's cut without descry , Gall. Away , farewell braue Captaine , conquest sits on thy brow . Ward . Leaue me , I say Gall. Th' wert neuer gull'd till now . Exit . Fran.

Giue a charge there , say your prayers Knight , doom's day is nie

fight . Ward . True it sinks thee to hel , whilst thus it beares me high . Stand'st thou so long , thou hast some inchantment sure , Or haue I lost my wonted vigor ? Fran. Flatter no more thy selfe , wilt thou deliuer A moyty of thy prise vp ? Ward . Yes , thus thou shar'st it : Damnation ! his sword fals . Oh that my gall could spoute out through mine eyes A poysonous vapour to put out your lights , And in a vale of darkenesse leaue the world . Fran. Wilt thou yet yeeld me right ? Ward . Know Francisco , Wert thou an army that imcompast me , I would breath defiance to thee , and with this arme , As shot from out a cannons mouth , thus would I make A way through death and danger . Fran. I do applaud thee , and that thou well maist know All valor 's not confin'd within thy breast He flings away his sword , and aftar looseth his dagger . I thus oppose thee , fortune shall haue no share In what I conquer . Ward . Why , now I enuy thee , thy life is mine , Fran. Take it I dare thy let . Ward . Not for the world , thus I returne thy debt : Not onely in the prise but in my selfe Thou hast an equal share , henceforth I vow the brother-hood . Fran. Your loue , I aske no more . Enter Ferd. Ferd. You need not , there 's one gone before Takes order for your share . Ward . Whether makes the slaues , where 's Gallop ? Ferd. Posting as fast as his sailes wil beare him . Ward . Incarnate Diuell forth-with giue them chase , Why mou'st not ? Sail. They haue cut our hausers we cannot budge a foot . Ward . The death of slaues pursue him . Fran. You are too violent . Ward . To be baffled by a Cur , a foysting hound My Zani : A creature without a soule Made to mocke man with . Fran. Forbeare I say , and let vs turne our anger On the next passenger . Ward . Might I but liue to see the dog-fish once againe . Fran. Neare doubt it sir , next prise we take forth-with Wee 'le make to Tunis , meane time let reuenge sleepe Those tides most violent are , which winds backe keep , Ward . For this alone I vow , whom next I meete Shall feele my fury , nation nor quallity Shall be their priuiledge , my sword now vengeance craues , And who escape this do worse , I 'le sell for slaues . Exeunt .
Scoen. 3. Enter Dansiker , three or foure Sailers , Lief: Dansiker reads a letter . Leif. What newes braue Captaine ? Dans. Good . These letters from my wife bring certainty Of our obtained pardons , on condition We hence forth for the state of France imploy Our liues and seruice . Omn. Long liue King Henry of France . Shout Dans. My valiant friends this 4 years Dansiker Hath led you proudly through a sea of terrour , Through deeds so full of prowesse they might haue grac'd The brow of worthinesse , had iustice to our cause Giuen life and action . But since the breach of lawes Of Nations , ciuill society , iustly intitles vs With the hatefull stile of robbers , let 's redeeme our honour And not returne into our country , with the names Of pardoned theeues , but by some worthy deed , Daring attempt , make good vnto the world Want of imployment , not of vertue forct Our former act of spoyle and rapine . Leif. Set the designe downe may regaine vs credit Deserue this grace so freely offer'd vs Wee l or accomplish it , or with our liues Seale the attempt . Omn. Braue Captaine , through death wee 'le follow thee , Dans. Then thus , that with the same weapon , we may Our country cure , with which we wounded her , My purpose is to ruine all the Pyrats Lie in the harbour here . Leis. Rarely it may be easy done , obserue the wind And firing but of one consume the rest . Dans. We must not trust to such incertainties . Thus I haue plotted it : we first will set a fire Some house i th' towne , to which when each man makes , As they will be inforced from the hauen To yeeld their helps , with much facility We may performe our purpose . Lif. How ? vndiscri'd , shall we attempt the towne ? Dans. That charge be mine , the Renegado Iew , You know giues free and open entertaine To all of our profession . In some out-house of his I will conuey a pot of wild-fire to it , I 'le make a traine of match , that at three howres Shall giue it fire . Sailers . Excellent ! The time sir . Dans. To morrow night : meane time make ready For our departure , but with such secresie Suspitions selfe may not discry it : provide the balles We must bestow vpon the ships . List. That care be ours . Dans. The rest leaue vnto me , Wee 'l returne nobly , or else nobly dye . Exeunt . Enter Ruben . Ruben , what newes ? Rub. My maister sir , desires your company , Ther 's a new Pyrat landed , his name is Gallop . Dans. More yet ? do they come on so fast ? Your maister would in grosse his prize . Rub. He would : and for your curtesie herein , He will forbeare three months the crownes you owe him : Dans. I l'e vse my Art sir to his benefit , And for the Crownes , no longer I le delay him , Heere is my hand to morrow night I le pay him . Exeunt .
Scoene . 4. Enter Rabshake , Agar , Voada , Ag. Speake freely , what think you of the new-come Captaine , Voada ? Vo.

Hee lookes as if his father and mother had got him in feare : his eyes go like a Citie Catch-poles , severall wayes at once , ther 's no stuffe in him . Giue me the Dutch Cavaliere Dansiker .

Ag.

Out vpon him puffe-paste , he was spoild in his infancy , ill-bred .

Rab.

How ? spoil'd with ill bread ? it was ill drinke spoyl'd him . I am of my maisters mind , the new-come Pyrate is a reasonable handsome man of a Christian .

Ag.

Why ? doth Religion moue any thing in the shapes of men ?

Rab.

Altogether . What 's the reason else that the Turke & Iew is troubled ( for the most part ) with gowty legges , and fiery nose , to expresse their heart-burning : whereas the Puritan is a man of vpright calfe , and cleane nosthrill .

Vo.

Setting aside your nose , you should turne Christian , then your calfe swels vpward mightily .

Rab.

How ? I turne Christian ? they haue Iew enough already amongst 'em : were it but three qualities they haue , I l'e be none of their society .

Ag.

Three qualities ? I pri'the tell 'em vs Rabshake .

Rab.

First , they suffer their wiues to be their maisters . Secondly , they make men theeues for want of maintenance , and then hang them vp for stealing . Lastly , they are madde foure times a yeare , and those they call Tearm-times , and then they are so purg'd by their Physitians , which they name Lawyers , some of 'em are never their owne men after it . I turne Christian ? they shall haue more charity amongst 'em first . They will devoure one-another as familiarly as Pikes doe Gudgeons , and-with as much facility as Dutchmen doe Flapdragons .

Ag.

How ? eate vp one-another ?

Rab.

I , eate vp one-another : you haue an innocent Christian cal'd a Gallant , your Citie Christian will feed vpon no other meate by his good will .

Vo.

But their wiues will not feed on 'em too .

Rab.

The truth is , they are not altogether so great devourers ; mary they will be sucking at the bones . But see my maister , the great theefe and the little theeues , the robbers and the receiuer .

Enter Iew , Gallop , Das. Sar. Sis. Ag. He 's come . Thou powerful God of loue , strike through Those awful darts of thine , whose burning heads ( mine eies Pierce thorough hearts of yee , melt frostiest breasts , Make all stoope to thy Deity . Now giue thy art , No God but Cupid pitties mortal's smart . Enter Dansiker , Benwash , Iew , Gismund , Fredericke , Carolo , Alizia . Gis. Fiue duckets a Tun , 'shart the Caske is worth more , Iew . You must remember at what rate you bought 'em . Das. And at what price you may haue more . Gis. You speake like men that know how the market goes Your eare Iew . Aliz. What misery remaines to adde to mine , My brother lost his life in my defence ; And with his life , my sexe and libertie , I stand depriu'd of . Are not these wounds sufficient To let out my weake breath ? Thou flinty breast , Art thou impenetrable ? or is that thing cal'd death Too great a good for such a wretch as I am ? It is , it is , And that 's the cause so many miseries Do stop the way too 't . Iew .

I am your Merchant Ruben Rabshake , my wife , her sister Fetch me three hundred Dukets for this Gentleman .

Rab. This new-come theefe sir ? Iew . Gentleman , slaue . Rab.

Why your theefe is a Gentleman , he scornes to do any thing , and he liues vpon his commings in .

Iew .

Peace dogge , you see gallants , we are not Italionat to locke our women vp , wee set 'em free , giue open entertainment .

Gal.

It seemes this Iew keeps a Bawdy-house , I like his wife well , I could finde in my heart to cast away halfe a Ducket on her .

Sar. You are of a noble minde sir , courtly and high , It 's want of merit that breeds ielousie , From which I know you cleare . Iew .

As I am from couetousnesse : how their eyes strike each other ? Rabshake —

Rab. Here sir . Iew . Captaine , your gold . Ag.

He saw our eyes meet , no matter , may I coole my heate Let the world burne . Thy counsell Voada .

Iew . I do not like this fellowes lookes , Rabshake . Rab. He hath a hanging countenance indeed sir , Iew . Tush , my wifeman , thou hast forgot how deere I bought my liberty , renounc'd my law , The Law of Moses , turn'd Turke , all to keepe My bed free from these Mahometan Dogges . I would not be a monster Rabshake , a man-beast , A Cuckold . Rab.

I haue not forgotten sir that you damned your selfe because you would not be a Cornuto : If euery man should fine so deere for his hornes , we should haue but a few Christians left : but seeing you feare your vessell hath a leake , wherefore do you put her to sea , man her thus ?

Iew .

For commodity : thou seest rich shop-keepers set their wiues at sale to draw in custome , vtter their wares , yet keepe that Iem vntouch't : all for profite man .

Rab.

I am not of your minde sir , there is no profite without some paine .

Iew .

No more villaine : should I suspect my selfe to haue that disease , I would run mad , first fury of my hornes should light on thee : looke too 't , thou art no longer living then my wife is honest .

Rab.

I feare my dayes are but short then , if my life lasts no longer then I can keepe a Woman honest against her will .

Voad.

It is a louely boy , rare featur'd , would he were mine .

Ag.

It is so Voada , he hath made the slaue my Iaylor .

Voad.

I haue not seene so much of beauty in a man .

Ag.

You loose your selfe . What man ? what beauty ? I tell thee I am vndone , Rabshake is made my ouer-seer .

Vo.

I would vse him like an ouer-seer then , he should stand by whil'st the Executioner opened the bagges : I must enioy his loue , though quenching of my lust did burn the world besides .

Iew .

It 's right Captaine .

Gis.

Yes , 't is right .

Gal.

But that 's the wrong way sir , your followers expect their equall shares .

Iew .

The fellow raues : talke to a Captaine of equall sharing , I 'le take order for landing the goods , & bee with you presently . Rabshake , thou knowest thy doome slaue , looke too 't , thine eyes , villaine thine eyes .

Exit . Rab.

I 'le warrant you sir , I 'le looke too t .

Gal.

Here , carry 'em these two duckets to drinke vpon receit of the whole , I l'e deale like a commander with 'em , as men doe with their followers : that is , as you haue followed me to earne meanes , so now you shall follow mee as long to get your earnings , you shall be followers still , I will discharge none of you .

Sares.

We tooke him for a gull , but now I see hee hath had command , he can cheat his Souldiers .

Sis.

I hope sir you will make better respect of your credit , you know your oathes and promise .

Gal.

My promise , if a Citizen had bought a company , hee could but keepe day with 'em : you must pardon him gentlemen , a fresh Souldier wants seasoning .

Sis.

Salt vs , looke too 't , we shall hardly relish you sir .

Gall.

How ? threatens and braues ?

Dans.

Forbeare , giue the poore fellow leaue to prate , he payes for 't .

Sis.

Good : you are now vpon your guard , we shall meet you vpon discharge of the watch , and knock you downe with a bill of accounts , we shall skeld .

Exit . Gal.

Out gull , talke to a commander , a man of warre of equall sharing , we haue other vse for our mony then to pay followers . Shall we acost these Ladyes , gallants ?

Rab.

T is the custome of the whole world , the greater theefe preyes vpon the lesse still : how 's this ?

Dans.

The happinesse of the day befall you I adyes .

Sar.

The night equall the dayes-happinesse , say I .

Gall.

All content both night and day stand to your desires

Agar .

Our desires equall your wishes sir .

Gal.

Your desires are aboue my performance then .

Rab.

I am drawing on , if my life lye vpon her honesty , I am vpon the poynt of giving vp already .

Agar .

That Gentleman is very moving .

Ag.

Could you not intreate him stay his pace .

Sar.

And trot in your ring , Lady , if you please .

Ag.

I purpose not to take a courser of your choosing , lest I be iaded sir .

Sar.

You presume the more of your owne horsemanship .

Rab.

Hoy-day , they are riding already , 'sfoot I am like to go post to the Divell for this .

Dans.

Next night , time of my proiect , if I proue not as hot a shot as came in your quarters since the losse of your virginity , let me suffer the paines of S. Anthonies purgatory .

Ag.

He must necessarily be a man of deeds , he is of so few words .

Sar.

You shall do well to put him to the tryall .

Ag.

Without immodesty , may I question the reason you 'r so heavy sir ?

Rab.

Nay then it rings out for me , should the Iew see this , I were as good as speechlesse : there were but a little gasping betweene me and the graue .

Gal.

The reason of my heauinesse is , that you and I might agree the better : for women loue contraries , and you are light I see .

Ag.

How 's this ? you see me light , true , to be in loue With one so farre disdainfull .

Vo.

What successe woman ? the Dutchman & I haue barterd wares

Ag. I haue made exchange too , sold my liberty , To purchase base ingratitude , I am rejected Voads . Enter Rabshake . Rab.

My Mistresse , Gentlemen , did you see my Mistresse ?

Ag.

Your businesse sirrah ?

Rab.

You must make provision to entertaine two of the richest Pyrates ever landed here , one Captaine Ward and Franciscus , they haue brought a prize in worth three thousand duckets : besides , they sell their prisoners slaues , my maister hath ingrost them all .

Ag.

Vengeance seize him and them . Backe sirrah , say wee will expect them : you sir , attend your maister his comming , see you giue vs notice on 't .

Rab.

Nay , I hold it the best course too , for mine own safety . My charge is charg'd my watch must be now , lest my Maister know it . If al the world were eies , women I see would to it .

Ex. Gal.

I do but dreame sure , Ward and Franciscus ?

Dans.

What moues this passion ?

Sar.

Why looke you pale ?

Gal.

Pale ? I haue a cause , I haue lesse colour by 600 Duckets then I had .

Sar.

As how sir ?

Gal.

I 'le tell you : I tooke an adventure to pay this Ward , 600 Duckets at our two meetings at Tunis , and see how the Divell hath brought it about : I must leaue you gallants .

Dans.

By no meanes : we will compound the businesse .

Agar .

I can conceale it no longer .

Voad.

You will betray your selfe to their contempt , by your owne forwardnesse .

Agar .

I nea'r shall haue so faire occasion to speake my loue againe , you know my husbands watchfull ielousie .

Vo. Now by my sex I am ashamed of you , were the Iew mine , I would haue no other Pander : be rul'd by me It 's he shall hire the Captaine to thy loue , And his owne horning . What cannot we perswade ? Man was asleepe when womans braine was made . Agar . Thou giu'st me a new life , I am thy Scholler . Voad. I l'e pricke thee forth a lesson , whose choyser straine , Shall tell men that all Art 'gainst lust & women's vaine . Exeunt . Rab.

As you are men conceale your weapons , here are women in the roome .

Gal. Sismund . Enter three Sailers with Sismund . Sis. We are come to giue you thanks for the 2 duckets sir . Gal. As you are of the sword , draw . Fight . Sis. We are fresh-men , wee 'l powder you . Gal. Murder , murder , I shal be torn in peeces , by my hands . Enter Ward , Franciscus , Ferd. Al. Page . Sis. Ward , Franciscus , we are betraid , away . Exeunt . Ward . Gallop . Gall.

My noble generall aliue , come to my rescue , my loyaltie to the braue knight did thus ingage me : the slaues could not be content to stow me vnder-boord , and force mee from thee , but would haue shared the prize too : but I haue shar'd with 'em , see heer 's three hundred duckets , thou shalt haue them all braue sparke , the Divell to boot with 'em .

Ward

Then you think this gold shal purchase your pardon .

Gal.

'Sfoot I am over-ioy'd with the fight of thee : see the heroicke Dansiker , his Captaine Sare .

Ward .

Your loues , gentlemen .

Dans.

This is no slaue , he payes 600. duckets at their meeting , true , we are witnesse on 't .

Ward .

I will be gul'd for once thus , I will , these duckets shall stop my mouth .

Gal.

'Sheart there are as many more in Banke , you shal haue 'em all , I prize thy countenance aboue a second Indies , were they molten in your garbage . The world runnes round with me , Sicut erat in principio , naked I came in , and penilesse I shall go out .

What staies the Iew so long , Ward . See he is come . Enter Iew , Raymond , his two sonnes bound . Ruben . You 'l giue my price sir . Iew . yes , for these slaues , I will . Ray. For ever be he seruile that so makes 'em . Hard-hearted ; man , I cannot terme thee , it s A name that beares too much of pitty in t , Compared with so inhumane ; creature wert thou a father , These teares would moue thee , that bemoane a sons , Nay all my childrens , worse then funerall , Their euer thraldome , but nature well deni'd Issue to thee , least in thy barbarous guilt Shee had bene a party . When thy affection'd soule Had felt how much the name of child moues , with what care , How many iealous feares we view there infancy , Least hauing felt all this , thy accursed hand Should yet haue dar'd to make men childlesse . 1. Son . Can then your marble heart indure these droppes ? 2. Son . The soyle that bred you sir doth not bring forth Such hydeous monsters , that we should imagine You can be so far cruell to betray So many innocent liues , for in vs bleed An aged father , a mother , to whose griefe No other misery can be added . My selfe contracted to a vertuous maid , Who ere this hath left Marcel , And in Normandy expects the consumation of our happinesse . You haue our goods , our ship , all the substance Should succour our old parents , you haue onely left These armes to erne them bread , and can your eyes Relentlesse see these chain'd ? Ferd. Do not they moue you sir ? Ward . Yes , as the Iew , art not thou moued Benwash ? Iew .

As a hangman at an execution makes no other holiday in the yeare .

Ray. Inhumaine dog ! oh I could teare thee villane , Iew .

I 'le giue thirty crownes for this old beast to bee reuenged on him .

Ray. Be gentle , take his mony , forgiue me sir , I see you are kind , would not now part vs That twenty and odde yeares haue growne together , Will you not take it ? giue him so Iew , I will deserue 'em , see I am not old , No wrinkle is on my brow , these are but frowns , Rays'd by his vnkind refusall of my offer . See what plump veines I haue , no sinews shrunke , These are not gray-haires , they are onely white To shew the lightnesse of my spirit : come Manacle these armes , you shall see vs three Tug the daies eye out , there 's not a father And his two boies shall dare to vndertake vs , The sunne outvied wee 'le set vs downe together And with our sadder cheere out-mourne the night , And speake the happinesse we might haue liu'd too : How by mine owne harth in cold wintereues I might haue told my sonnes some ancient tales , Which they might one day from their grandsire speak . Wee 'le adde vnto our woes thus by compare Of what our ioyes might haue been , then we 'le curse , And when we want a plague , wee 'le thinke vpon This bloudy murtherer , we shall haue store then : Be eloquent in bitter execrations , Our choler vented , then againe wee 'le weepe , Till teares glew vp our eyes to mocke sad sleepe . Ward . Ha , ha , ha . 1. Son . Dost laugh at aged sorrow ? be iust ye powers , As ye iudge innocents causes , reuenge ours . Ward . My mony for 'em Iew , so , away with 'em . Alb. Ferd. We will redeeme them , pay their ransome , Ward . You redeeme them ? your meanes ? Ferd. All that we haue a board , Ward . Such another syllable , I 'le make a sale of you to . Iew . I am your first man , I 'le giue you 400 crownes for 'em Alb. A sale of vs ? Ferd.

Know that if all our fortunes will set them free , 't is theres .

Ward . I 'le try that , giue me 400 crownes . Iew . Heare . Ward . They are yours , I 'le iustifie the sale , Sar.

Of your owne fellowes , countrymen do they not stand Condition'd as your selfe .

Gal. Who gaue you pattent to examine him . Ward . Forbeare , because you 're men of action I le descend To giue you notice they are my lawfull prize , Such as deni'd my party , would willingly Betray me , yea all of vs , into the hands Of our vow'd enimies . Sar. Are you not men of war then ? Ferd. We are no Pyrats sir , our country yeelds vs More honest meanes of liuing . Sar. Om.

Away with ; 'em more honest meanes of liuings make 'em sure ,

Alb. Giue vs the hearing . Ward . Away with 'em . Zounds I 'le set them free else . 2. Son . Let 's take our fathers blessing with vs yet . Ward . All curses vnder heauen go with you . Ray. Is there no eare for misery to beate at ? My sonnes , Fredericke , Albert , they are gone , sent To perpetuall vasselladge , I lou'd you boys A little better then to out-liue your slaueries . I wil not curse thee monster , I know my thoughts Cannot arriue vnto so blacke reuenge , As shall attend thee : crack , crack , you ore-loaden strings , And set a miserable old man free , So , so , I will appeale for you my sonnes to yon high Court Here none but beasts of prey Tigers resort . moritur Dans. I hate this villaine , hee 's all bloud . Page . My heart I thinke would breake But that in steed of wordes , myne eyes thus speak . Ward . How is t my noble spirits dull'd with one Tragedy , Let vs digest it with a gig , a catch . Some wine there , shall we to hazard ? Dans.

I willingly would stake my life to thine at that iust game , there wants but an occasion .

Sar. What 's your sport ? Gal. Adams game at one whole , euery male to his female Ward . How should wee be furnisht ? Gall. I 'le fit you with an Eue sir , a temptresse , Ward . What is she ? Gall. Your peere , a beauty that would take you From out your selfe to gaze at her , The Iewes wiues sister . Enter Iew , Cros. Agar , Voad . Ward .

First sight of her yeelds thee a 100 Duckets .

Gal.

I 'le be a coniunction copulatiue to ioyne you together for the mony , it is a fate follow 's vs souldiers when wee are downe : the reason is , wee hold it no shame to liue vpon spoile of the enemie , and a greater foe to man then a whore is impossible S'hart I am preuented , the Iew panders them himselfe , that 's she sir , that Turkes her brother , his name is Crosman .

Iew . Is it possible ? Gall. The slaue hath a goat in his lookes . Cros. That 's he in the Iudas beard , vse but thy art he 's thine . Ag.

If I lik't not his 30 thousand Duckets , better then 's person , I would neuer streine my complexion for him .

Ward .

Shee equals thy commends inded , so true a faire I nere beheld till now .

Ag. Nay more to intice me , this well stuft purse He did inforce vpon me , but 't is your sinne , So you haue profit , all religious lawes Must suffer violence , your wife be exposed Vnto all vndergoers . Iew . Forgiuenesse honest wife , my chast , chast , wife . Ag. Nay , vse your pleasure , you had best keepe the gold To guild your shame with , I troe I would giue it him , Tell him he must not thinke I am the woman He takes me for , if he will not beleeue you , Let him make triall with the ladder of ropes He vow'd to clime my chamber with , this night , When , as it seemes , he learnt you were inforst To be in the Synagogue . Iew . Better and better , I cannot but admire thy chastity A ladder of ropes , would he make that the beginning Letchery should be the end of , I 'le hamper him , If he haue any grace thy honesty ouerthrowes him , Ag. If he haue any wit it will I hope . Iew .

My dull ey'd villaine Rabshake saw none of this , Hee 's all for reminre , he would haue me a cuckold by law forsooth , by statute law , I shal put you a book case , for he shal moote I 'le prize him but to the present businesse . Noble Captaine to expresse how much you are welcome , my wife and sister , laying all rites aside , and customary obserues , come to inuite you to a meane banquet sir .

Ward , Best thankes sir , your welcomes prodigall , I am already feasted in this bounteous dish sir . Dans.

But you are not likely to surfet on it , I 'le haue a finger in the platter with you , were you the great Turks selfe .

Ward . With me , I tell thee Dansiker Thou dost not merit with thy lips to touch Sar. Dans. against Francisco , Gal. & Cros. parts them , Iew hides himselfe . So choyce a rarity , what darest thou for her ? Dans. What thou dar'st not . Ward . I 'le put that to the tryall , Draw . Voad. As you come of woemen . fight Ag.

By , all the rites you owe our sexe , as you are men inforce them part .

Cros. Respect the place , you are in danger of law . Ward . You shall oresway me Lady , we shall meet againe sir . Cros. So you are men Exit . Iew . Are they gone ?

What hard fortune attends me ? that none of their throats were cut , I might haue seaz'd their goods , not so much as the flesh biter , but is come of .

Gall.

S'hart , this pouerty makes a man valiant , when I had my duckets I had no more heart then a Iew .

Iew .

And that was the reason you so willingly parted with 'em sir

Gall.

Old , Benwash , where hidst thou thy head in this day of battell man ?

Iew . Heere vnder this table , did you thinke I am so brancht No roofe would giue me couering , I am but a pricket , A meere sorrell , my head 's not hardened yet Though thanks vnto your maistership your fire was not wanting Gal. You speake in Hebrew I vnderstand you not . Iew .

Yet you can speak the whoore-maisters language passing wel ; what made you sir take my wife for a flesh-seller , a whore ?

Gall. You are abused sir . Iew . By thee letcher , you know not this purse , this gold ? You haue your tricks to climbe vp cuckolds hauen , Your ladder of ropes , you had best keepe that houre , My wife this night expects you : my absence Will be inforst , she bid me tell you so , Insatiat goat thou thinkst our wiues are such , As are your holy sisters , religious Votaries , Your spittle nuns , heere take your ill got trash , May I but know thou once more tempst my wife , You shall not need a ladder , I 'le mount you sir a Christians I will , you oxgall , I will . Gall. Ha , this is gold . Iew . Do you heare sir , hereafter know a Turks wife from You are one of those hold all women bound Vnder the domination of the Moone ; All wauering , now you haue seene one of the Sunne sir , Constant you slaue , and as she is , with vs are millions more . Cros.

Benwash , brother , S'foote I haue sought each nooke of the house for you .

Gal. It is beyond my thoughts , imaginations drown'd in t . Iew . Rare , doth she plead chastity ? Cros.

Like a baud that would put off a virginity , the knight is as good as ours already , besides I haue procured the Gouernor in person to regreet him

All that art can by ambition , lust , or flattery do , Assure your selfe this braine shall worke him to . Iew . Nay if the flesh take hold of him , hee 's past redemption Hee 's halfe a Turke already , it 's as good as done Woman is hell out , in we nere returne . Exeunt Gal.

Were not I confident of my good parts , this gold would buy me out of my fiue sences , a full purse , a ladder of ropes , and his wife in the taile on 't able to ouercome any man breathing , yet what should I feare that haue so many good Angels about me ? sure shee 's in loue with mee , it is no other , and out of her honesty it seemes shee hath vow'd to doe nothing , but what she dares acquaint her husband with , if she haue made him vsher his owne crest I 'le sweare she is a woman of the Sunne , she hath dazeld his eyes well , this night makes the tryall , I 'le take your instructions Iew , climbe the matter of preferment .

It may be 't was my destiny gaue me this crowne , Woemen and ropes should raise me , that put others downe . Exeunt . Enter Gouernour Ward . Crosman , Iew . Ward . I am orecharg'd sir with so high a fauor As your descending thus to visite mee . Gou. You are the man we couet , whose valor Hath spake you , so impartiall worthy , We should do wrong to merit , not gracing you . Beleeue me sir , you haue iniur'd much your selfe , Vouchsafing familiarity with those Men of so common ranke as Dansiker , Your hopes should flye a pitch aboue them , Cros. It may be that our clime stands not to giue That full content , the aire you drew at home , And therefore purpose shortly a returne . Ward . I know no country I can call home What by your curtesie I might , my desert stands Not to make promise of . Gou. Detract not from your selfe , call this your owne I see there speakes a fortune in your brow Will make vs proud to haue acknowledg'd you . Iew . I 'le gage a thousand Duckets on equall termes , I liue to see him the Sultans Admirall . Cros. Why not as well as the great Customer , My allied kinsman Gouernor , neither borne Turkes , Ward . I dare not looke so high , yet were I imployed , What a poore Christian could , I durst make promise of . Iew . Christian or Turke you are more wise I know Then with religion to confine your hopes . Gou. Hee 's too well read in Poesie to be tied In the slaues fetters of religion . What difference in me as I am a Turke , And was a Christian ? life , liberty , Wealth , honour , they are common vnto all ? If any ods be , 't is on Mahomets side , His seruitors thriue best I am sure . Ward . Is this the hooke your golden baite doth couer ? Iew . I haue oft with laughter thought how innocent My thoughts when first I turn'd were , how scrupulous I was , when with one argument I was confirm'd ; as thus , If this religion were so damnable As others make it , that God which ows the right Prophan'd by this would soone destroy it quite . War. That 's easily answered , heauen is merciful , By their destruction it should take all meanes From giuing possibility to their change , And so vniustly damne 'em , but for my part , It is not Diuinity but nature moues me , Which doth in beasts force them to keepe their kind . Cros. But men that haue two ends , safety and profit , Where beasts no farther are transported Then with the present obiect , must make their actions . Turne to those points . Gou. Both which are in some sort proposed to you . Ward . As how ? Gou. As thus , for profit , you cannot with your selfe Imagine , that your vertue can be smothered , Might there but be assurance of your trust . War. How should I giue you that ? Gou. As we did ; turne Turk . Ward . That were the way to more vncertainty , Men sooner open foes then fained friends try And where mens acts from their owne ends proceed , More looke vnto those ends then like the deed , Iew . This gudgion will not bite . Gou. But when there are examples plentifull , To instance gainst your words , you need not feare , Men what they see oppose gainst what they heare . War. The cunning fowler to beguile the birds Brings vp some tame , and lets them flye abroad To draw in others , that their liberty May be the bait to others misery . Such is state-policies , somtimes to aduance an ill , When others for lesse crimes it oft doth kill . But to cut off your further argument What 's mine of prowesse , or art , shall rest by you To be dispos'd of : but to abiure My name , and the beliefe my ancesters Left to my being . I do not loue so well The earth that bore me , to lessen my contempt And hatred to her , by so much advantage , So oblique act as this should giue to her . Cros. Worke in my sister presently . Gov. You are your selfe free , nor will I further Diswade your resolution , nor lesse esteeme Your merit , and faire worth . Ward . You ingage me to you sir . Cros. He enioyes too much by promise to be won , T' must be a womans act , to whom ther 's nought That is impossible : What Divels dare not moue . Men to accomplish , women worke them to . And see , in happy time she 's come , wee 'l single them . Ward . Here comes an argument that would perswade A God turne mortall , vntill I saw her face , I never knew what men terme beauty was : Besides whose faire , she hath a minde so chaste A man may sooner melt the Alpes then her . Gov. We wil along with you , when makes she hence ? Iew . The wind sits faire , the slaues are sending downe Whom the next morne beares hence . Gov. We will aboard with you faire sir , wee 'l leaue Our loue exchang'd with you , some happier time May perfect that good work I wish were mine . Exeunt . Ward . My truest seruices : nay Lady stay Though hitherto I haue beene a haplesse Orator , Your milder measure , or my loue-taught tongue , May finde more fortunate houres : for by that guide , Which rules and knowes our thoughts — Voad. Reserue your oathes sir to more easie eares , I vnderstand my selfe too well to credit 'em . Ward . Vn-gentle maid to triumph in my torment , If euer breast did feele the power of loue , Or beauty made a conquest of poore man I am thy captiue , by heauen , by my religion . Vo. As my beleefe 's in that , my faith giues trust To your protests . War. Then by thy God , by the great Mahomet . Vo. To weake a bond to tye a Christian in . Ward . What shal I sweare by ? propose an oath to me The breach whereof would at once sinke me lower Then hell knowes being , I l'e take it willingly . Vo. I l'e be conceal'd no longer , know then I loue , But not the man whose daily Orisons Invoke confusion on me , whose religion Speakes me an Infidell . Ward . 'Sheart I am of none , onely to feed discourse , And fill vp argument . Vo. But you must be of one if you 'l enioy me , If then your thoughts answere to what you speake Turne Turke I am yours . Ward . Turne Turke ? Vo. Do you demur already ? how prodigal your words Spoke your affection , and with one simple triall Are you strooke mute . Ward . With patience heare me Lady . Vo. False knight , I haue giuen too calm an eare already To thy inchanted notes . Ward . Should I for euer sell my liberty ? Vo. You need not , it is sufficient glory You haue betraid a maidens liberty . But I l'e do penance for my so blacke a sin , Doting on thee , I 'le henceforth hate thy whole sex ; The name of man to me , shall as the rocke From which the ship-wrackt wretch hath lately scap't Bring feare in the name of 't : keepe off false Syren . Heauen well ordain'd man should the woman woe , Should we their hard-hearts proue , we all ill should know . Ward . Stay , I will inforce thee else . Voad. Do these my teares delight thee then ? cruell Hard-hearted man , glut thy relentlesse sight With full-ey'd sorrow . Ward . Shee is all amorous , all faire , that she doth loue , Behold those teares whose droppes would pierce the hearts Of Tygers , make them pittifull , They are witnesses she faines not : leaue , leaue to weepe , Least putting out those lights the world should mourne . Put on a vaile of blacke , I am thine owne . If there be any Divinity , it hath His seate in beauty : th' art a God to me My Country , friends , nay being , what wouldst thou haue . Voad. To be no other then my selfe I craue . Ward . I am no more mine owne , rather then loose So true a happinesse , as thy constant loue , There is no way so blacke I would not proue , That lyes from heauen to hell . Crosman in vaine Thy arguments were spent wouldst thou prevaile ? Heere is an Orator can turne me easily , Where beauty pleades , there needs no sophistry . Thou hast ore-come me Voada . Voad. And I will raise thee but thou doest name a good , I cannot call mine till I am possest of 't . Ward . Call in thy friends , make preparation , I l'e take the orders instantly , My speed shall giue prevention to the prate Of th' idle multitude : away , the flame doth burne Which sets the world on fire , and makes me turne . Voad. Thou art all harmony , best loue I flye , I haue my ends , How er'e thou sinke , thy wealth shall beare me high . Exit . Ward . So , the day leaues the world , chaste Voada Nothing can make him miserable enioyes thee : What is 't I loose by this my change ? my Country , Already 't is to me impossible , My name is scandal'd ? what is one Island Compared to the Easterne Monarchy ? this large Vnbounded station shall speake my future fame ; Besides , they are slaues stand subiect vnto shame . One good I enioy , out-weighes all ils what ever Can be obiected ; to summe my happinesse : That God on earth , to whom all men stand bare , ( Gold ) that doth vsher greatnesse , lackies me , I haue more then I can spend , what wants Is in command , and that my valour makes Due purchase of , I l'e rather lead on slaues Then be commanded by the power of Kings . Beauty , Command , and Riches , they are these three The world pursues , and these do follow me . Enter Francisco . Speake , what newes Francisco ? Fran. The tongues of rauens are too mild to speake it , The very thought where of methinkes should turne Your haire to quils of Porcupines , it 's the denyall Of your Redeemer , Religion , Country , Of him that gaue you being . Ward . The slauery of man , how this religion rides vs ! Depriues vs of our freedome from our Cradles , Ties vs in supersticious bondage . Fra. Heaven stop mine eares from hearing thy dishonour . Vpon my knees I do coniure you sir , Sell not your soule for such a vanity , As that which you tearme Beauty , eye-pleasing Idol , Should you with the renouncing of your God Taking the abhorred name of Turke vpon you , Purchase a little shamefull being heere , your case Might be compar'd to his , who adiudg'd to death By his heads losse , should craue ( stead of one stroke ) To dye a lingring torment on the racke . Euen such would be your life , whose guilt each houre Would strike your conscious soule with terrors . Ward . No more , this boyes words trouble me . Fran. If none of these moue , let the example Of that contempt is throwne on runnagates Euen by these Turkes themselues , at least moue you To flye this slavery . Enter Crosman . Cros. Most worthy sir , now I dare call you brother , Fran. Too faire a name to cloake so great a foe , This instant makes a tryall of your vertue , Thinke on Vlysses constancy . Cros. Why are you mute sir ? Ward . I am not well . Fran. Alas ! how can he , being so neere to hell ? Cros. Are you so weake to haue a boyes words sway you ? Fran. You haue not mine , thinke 't is heavens hand doth stay you Cros. Haue you no other but my sister sir , To make a stale off , did you not vow ? Ward . What er'e , I do recant it , I am now My selfe , her lookes inchanted me . Fran. Against a mans owne soule , no oath can tye . Cros. This thy disgrace reveng'd shall speake in bloud . Enter Voada . Voad. Where is my betrothed husband ? Al 's ready . Cros. To publish infamy to thee and vs ? The wether-cocke is turn'd , this boyes breath did it . Voad. Againe turn'd ? Fran. You cast your eyes too much vpon the flame Proues your destruction . Voad. Vn-gentle boy , doest thou requite me thus ? How canst thou blushlesse view me , haue my teares Procur'd me nought but scorne ? Ward . Forgiuenesse Voada : turne backe thy comet-eyes , Plagues , Divels , poverty , may all ils fall Man ea'r was subiect to , I will enioy thee . Force hence , I say , this boy . Fran.

As I from hence , so thou art thrust from ioy , eternall ioyes .

Exit . Cros. The Mufftie s heere : you know the custome sir , Some triviall ceremonies , they 'l be soone ore , They once perform'd you 'r ner'e vnhappy more . Besides , the Captaine-ship of our strong Castle Shall be my sisters portion , heer 's the key . War. Do not delay them then . Enter the Slaues bound , going to the Port. Cros. They are come sir . Ward . What meane these slaues , their sights like Basiliskes Foretels my ruine : 'sheart make this way . Fer. Nay , do not shun our sight , heare vs but now , Wee 'l forgiue all our wrongs , with patience row At the vnweldy oare : we will forget That we were sold by you , and thinke we set Our bodies gainst your soule , the deerest purchase Of your Redeemer , that we regain'd you so , Leaue but this path damnation guides you to . 2. Son . Our bloud , our Fathers bloud , all is forgiuen , The bond of all thy sinnes is cancelled , Keep but thy sealfe from this . Alb. Let vs redeeme our countries shame by thee , We willing will endure our slavery . Ward . The words do rip my heart vp : ha ? Vo. Why stand you in this dilemma : are you depriu'd Of sence and being ? War. Thou telst me true : with what brain can I think Heauen would be glad of such a friend as I am . A Pirate , murderer ? let those can hope a pardon care To atone with heaven , I cannot , I dispaire . Fran. Will you yet heare me ? yet heauen hath mercy . Ward And hell damnation : on , zounds on I say , The way that leads to loue is no blacke way . Exe. Showt . Fer. But thou wilt find it black : no hell I see 's so low Which lust and woman cannot lead vs to . Exeunt . Might be compar'd to his , who adiudg'd to death By his heads losse , should craue ( stead of one stroke ) To dye a lingring torment on the racke . Euen such would be your life , whose guilt each houre Would strike your conscious soule with terrors . Ward No more , this boyes words trouble me . Fran. If none of these moue , let the example Of that contempt is throwne on runnagates Euen by these Turkes themselues , at least moue you To flye this slavery . Enter Crosman . Cros. Most worthy sir , now I dare call you brother , Fran. Too faire a name to cloake so great a foe , This instant makes a tryall of your vertue , Thinke on Vlysses constancy . Cros. Why are you mute sir ? Ward . I am not well . Fran. Alas ! how can he , being so neere to hell ? Cros. Are you so weake to haue a boyes words sway you ? Fran. You haue not mine , thinke 't is heavens hand doth stay you Cros. Haue you no other but my sister sir , To make a stale off , did you not vow ? Ward . What er'e , I do recant it , I am now My selfe , her lookes in chanted me . Fran. Against a mans owne soule , no oath can tye . Cros. This thy disgrace reveng'd shall speake in bloud . Enter Voada . Voad. Where is my betrothed husband ? Al 's ready . Cros. To publish infamy to thee and vs ? The wether-cocke is turn'd , this boyes breath did it . Voad. Againe turn'd ? Fran. You cast your eyes too much vpon the flame Proues your destruction . Voad. Vn-gentle boy , doest thou requite me thus ? How canst thou blushlesse view me , haue my teares Procur'd me nought but scorne ? Ward . Forgiuenesse Voada : turne backe thy comet-eyes , Plagues , Divels , poverty , may all ils fall Man ea'r was subiect to , I will enioy thee . Force hence , I say , this boy . Fran.

As I from hence , so thou art thrust from ioy , eternall ioyes .

Exit . Cros. The Mufftie s heere : you know the custome sir , Some triviall ceremonies , they 'l be soone ore , They once perform'd you 'r ner'e vnhappy more . Besides , the Captaine-ship of our strong Castle Shall be my sisters portion , heer 's the key . War. Do not delay them then . Enter the Slaues bound , going to the Port. Cros. They are come sir . Ward . What meane these slaues , their sights like Basiliskes Foretels my ruine : 'sheart make this way . Fer. Nay , do not shun our sight , heare vs but now , Wee 'l forgiue all our wrongs , with patience row At the vnweldy oare : we will forget That we were sold by you , and thinke we set Our bodies gainst your soule , the deerest purchase Of your Redeemer , that we regain'd you so , Leaue but this path damnation guides you to . 2. Son . Our bloud , our Fathers bloud , all is forgiuen , The bond of all thy sinnes is cancelled , Keep but thy sealfe from this . Alb. Let vs redeeme our countries shame by thee , We willing will endure our slavery . Ward . The words do rip my heart vp : ha ? Vo. Why stand you in this dilemma : are you depriu'd Of sence and being ? War. Thou telst me true : with what brain can I think Heauen would be glad of such a friend as I am . A Pirate , murderer ? let those can hope a pardon care To atone with heaven , I cannot , I dispaire . Fran. Will you yet heare me ? yet heauen hath mercy . Ward . And hell damnation : on , zounds on I say , The way that leads to loue is no black way . Exe. Showt . Fer. But thou wilt find it black : no hell I see 's so low Which lust and woman cannot lead vs to . Exeunt . The dumbe shew , with Chorus of Ward turning Turke . Chorus . Here could I wish our period , or that our Pen Might speake the fictions , not the acts of Men . The deeds we haue presented hitherto , are white Compar'd vnto those blacke ones we must write : For now no more at men , but Gyant-like The face of heauen it selfe , he dares to strike : And with a blushlesse front he dares to doe , What we are dumbe to thinke , much more to shew : Yet what may fall beyond uncertaine guesse Your better savours binde us to expresse . Enter two bearing halfe-moones , one with a Mahomets head following . After them the Muffty , or chiefe Priest : two meaner Priests bearing his traine . The Muffty seated , a confused noyse of musicke , with a showt . Enter two Turkes , one bearing a Turban with a halfe-moone in it , the other a robe , a sword : a third with a Globe in one hand , an Arrow in the other : two Knights follow . After them Ward on an Asse , in his Christian habite , bare-headed . The two Knights , with low reuerence , ascend , whisper the Muffty in the eare , draw their swords , and pull him off the Asse . He layd on his belly , the Tables ( by two inferiour Priests ) offered him , he lifts his hand vp , subscribes , is brought to his seate by the Muffty , who puts on his Turban and Roab , girds his sword : then sweares him on the Mahomets head , vngirts his sword , offers him a cuppe of wine by the hands of a Christian : Hee spurnes at him , and throwes away the Cappe , is mounted on the Asse , who is richly clad , and with a showt Exeunt . Chorus . The accursed Priests of Mahomet being set ; Two Knights present the wretch , who finds no let To his perdition : to whom nor shame , nor feare Giue any curse . Dismounted from that steed Did best befit the rider : they then read The Lawes of their dam'd Prophet : he subscribes , inroles his name into their Pagan Tribes . Now weares the habit of a free-borne Turke , His sword excepted , which least they should worke Iust villany to their seducers , is deny'd Vnto all Runnagates , vnlesse imployd In warres 'gainst Christians . Last , oh be he last For sweares his name ! with what , we blush to tell , But 't is no wonder , blackes the way to hell , Who though he seeme yet happy , his successe Shewes he exchang'd with it , and wretchednesse . Giue patience to our Scoene , which hereto tends , To shew the world , blacke deeds will haue blacke ends . Exit . Enter Dansiker , Sares , three Sailers . Dans. Ward turn'd Turke ? it is not possible . Sar. I saw him Turke to the Circumcision . Mary therein I heard he play'd the Iew with 'em , Made 'em come to the cutting off an Apes taile . Dans. I see the hand of heaven prevented mine , Death was too faire a guerdon for him . But to the present , Deseruing sir , I now am to coniure you By all the offices of friendship past , By what my future loue , and meanes may stead you , To vow performance of one small request . Sar. What ere it be I l'e be as iust to you As heaven to truth : by all that Ward denyed , I vow me yours . Dan. I accept your faith : know then that I am bound Vnto a desperate attempt , how it may succeed , Heauen and Fate onely know . The circumstance I do inioyne you further not to enquire . What on your trust 's imposed is the redeeming Those two betraid young men , whom Ward did sell , When to his barbarous cruelty they opposed , And lost themselues , & state : their ransom 's heere , giues him a paper . As you proue iust , from all mishaps rest cleere , Sar. And if I faile to accomplish your desires , All my sins haunt mee , when my breath expires . Exit Sar. Dans. I am most confident , best sir adew , If Dansiker do liue , he liues to you . Enter Leifetenant . Hast laid the traine to my directions ? Lief. It is done to the vndoing of 'em all , Time cals aboard which spends not halfe an houre Before our traine do take it rests to be determin'd What ships we fire , which beare along with vs . Dans. Danvils makes with vs , all the rest giue fire to , Sares ship except , to him we are ingaged , Nor will we proue vngratefull , are all things ready , Lief. To your owne wishes . Dans. Aboard then instantly , Tunis fare-well , Dansiker bids all pyrats now adue . Hee 'l shew you , what you might do , were you true Exeunt . Enter Agar aboue in the window Ag. How dull a pace keepes time to louers eyes , And yet to me how swift the nights blacke horse , Makes way to raise the morne , whose least of light Takes all my hopes from me and damps me quite , clock strik Eleuen and yet not come , he was not capable Of my quaint stratageme , or being possest Of what he wanted , gold , contemns my loue , It is no other Agar , hee loathes thee , Mans curse is , things forbid , still to pursue What 's freely offered not to hold worth their veiw , Ent. Gal. ha ? vnlesse my credulous eares deceiue me , Theare one make towards my windowe , Gall.

The coast is cleere , Baude night I do salute thee Thou that dost winke at all faults , that hugst so many sinnes in thy blacke bosome , the Sunne growe's pale to veiw them , to thee damnations nurse I make my prayer , coniure thee by all my lustful imbraces thou hast bene witnesse to , by all the cuckolds thou hast made 'twixt morne and twilight to adde one to the number , but one thou blacke ei'd negro , neuer did woman make such shift to dub her husband , though many thou dost know haue made most bare ones , oh let this instrument that hath so many freed from the hell of Vsurers , and from the iaws of their feare , bandogs , hath paid so manies debts releeue my wants , I 'le neuer blame thee , fortune henceforth if I lacke , put thy selfe but this once on my my backe , no false light in the window , no baudy land-marke , no handkerchiefe to waft me , I 'le venture it , Agar , my louely Agar .

Ag.

It 's hee who in this dead of night cals on my name .

Gall.

Thy friend , thy vnderstanding friend , with the ladder of ropes , heere make them sure aboue , leaue mee to the lower parts .

Ag.

I hope you meane no wrong sir to me .

Gall.

I 'le do thee as much right as can be done to one of thy sex , hast made it fast ?

Ag.

You may aduenture sir .

Gall.

He that will not aduenture for such a peece of flesh , were worthy to feed vpon dumplins all daies on 's life , nay I will venture , thou warden of the horned liuery , omnipotent Vulcan , now set my shafts but right ,

He goes vp the rope . I 'le make one freeman more ere it be light . Enter two Sailers . 1. Sail.

There 's no remedy , that which makes waighting-women puncks , and Captaines panders , that causeth decaied Gentlemen become solicitors , and bankeroupt Citizens Serieants , that makes vs theeues , necessity , that which hath no lawe on 's side .

2. Sail.

We shal haue as little conscience anon in robbery .

1. Sail.

I , should we rob hospitals , our betters haue made that a monoply , but to steale from a rich Iew it is no more sin then to vnload a weary Asse .

2. Sail.

By hooke or crooke you will haue it .

1. Sail.

We were bred in a country that had the charity to whip begging out of vs , when we were yong , and for staruing , manhood denies it , you know what must necessarily follow .

2. Sail.

Nay make your conclusion .

1. Sail.

Presse her in a dumbe shew , heere abouts should be the house , great windowes and a little wicket , noble man-like , what 's heere a ladder of ropes , S'foot we are preuented , S. Nicolas Clearkes are stept vp before vs .

2. Sail.

Were they ten iustices Clearkes wee would share with 'em .

1 Sail.

There Maisters would preuent vs for that , yet since our case is desperate , we will put in with 'em .

2. Sail.

Softly for waking the maids .

1. Sail.

S'hart , thou art the sonne of a lapland-witch sure , this is the maids chamber , one of them is in a dreame , she fetcheth her wind short I am sure

2 Sail.

How long thou art poking at it , what is 't man ?

1. Sail.

Some light commodity or other .

2. Sail.

A womans lower part , it is altogether in fashion for them to be light about the bumb indeed .

1. Sail.

I haue the male part too 't , the dublet , your women will haue it euer in request to haue the mans part vppermost .

2. Sail.

S'hart , a French slop , these are none of the Iewes trouses , and they should be no gallants , for hee hath mony in his purse .

1. Sail.

I marry fir , this fellow had good ware about him indeed , vpon my life we are little better then bauds , get mony by others Venery , this Iew is a

Enter Iews man . Rab.

Fire , fire , fire .

2. Sail.

Water , water , water

Exeunt . Rab.

Fire , fire , fire , the slaues lie on straw-beds , and yet this cry will take no hold on 'em , fire , fire , fire .

Gall.

Flames and brimstone , I am in hell , Zounds my breeches , the ladder , this Iew hath found vs out and fir'd the house .

Ag.

Deere sir conteine your selfe .

Gall.

A plague on venery , a hot end comes on 't still , is the window high enough that I may breake my necke , dye any death rather then be roasted ?

Ag.

Here 's a vault leads to the common shower , it being low-water the sheetes shall let you downe to your escape .

Gall.

Those sheets haue brought me low enough already . Within Fire , fire , fire .

Gall. Flames stop thy throate . Ag. Deere sir aduenture it and saue your life . Gall. Were it to hell I must , A plague on whoores say , whose vast desires Beginnes in watry teares and end in fires . Exeunt . Enter Rabshake at one dore , and Iew at another . Rab.

Fire , fire .

Iew .

An Ocean ouerwhelme thee , where is the fire slaue ?

Rab.

At the Iewes house , Benwash his house , your house sir :

Exit Rabshake . Iew .

My bags , my obligations , my wife Agar I say , I shall runne mad , I will scale the windowes , burne for company , my money and my selfe will go together , what 's heere a ladder of ropes , Gallops breeches , burne on , burne on , sindge all the world , consume it with thy flames , thou best of elements , burne on I say .

Enter Ward , Sailer . Ward .

As you are men on this side help to saue our goods .

Iew .

As you are ministers of Lucifer let it burne on , it 's myne owne house , come but on my ground I 'le haue my action for 't .

Ward .

He is distracted , helpe as you are men .

Iew .

Dogs , villains , theeues , downe with him that laies a hand a to 't , be iust you powers of heauen , and throw thy wild fire downe vpon the heads of these adulterers , roome , roome , roome , I haue it , I haue it , roome , roome , roome .

Ward .

The Iew is mad indeed , his losse distracts him , speak gentle friend , doth the fire slacke .

Rub.

The house is saued , but all the ships in the harbour Vnquenchable do burne .

Ward . The ships in the harbour . Rub. Yours onely excepted . Frans. My thoughts now haue their ends , Voad. Do not thou grieue boy , know I loue thee Thy maintenance shall expresse it , I haue friends And iewels left for thee , but I hate thee more Then all thy wealth made me loue thee before Exit . Ward . False woman , thou shalt not shake me off thus Were all the impudence of thy whole sexe , All there blushlesse impieties confin'd in thee I 'le moue thy flinty heart to sence and shame , I will thou sorceres : now I do see to late There is a hand ore-rules our will and fate . Exit . Fran.

This shews the greatest plague heauen keeps in store Fals , when a man is linkt vnto a whore .

Exit . Enter Benwash , Rab. Agar . Iew .

I haue it , I haue it , heere , heer , nay come on , you haue come off I am sure , here 's euidence looks pale to thinke but on 't , you do not know the tennant to this cottage , hee was an vpright dealer , hee paid mee to a haire , come forward and bee hang'd , I shall aduance you in a ropes name , you haue made no cuckold of me . I made my selfe one , pandred my owne hornes , now sirrah , you that go to 't by art , put your cases one in the necke of another , your rem in re what thinke you of this case .

Rab.

I thinke the serpent crept into a narrow hole , and left his case behind him .

Iew .

Then I am a Cornuto .

Rab.

This make 's the naked truth appeare so .

Iew .

The best is , the crest is mine owne , I paid well for 't .

Ag.

Deere husband pardon me , I will confesse ,

Iew .

What wilt thou confesse ? that thou hast made a meere Asse of me , to pay thy iourney-man wages before hand .

Rab.

It should seeme he labour'd hard to earne it , he could keepe no cloathes about him .

Iew .

This slaue doth not thinke I 'le cut his throate for this , you haue watcht neerely sirrah , you haue .

Rab.

Vnlesse I should haue bene their baud , I could watch no neerer , me thinkes she hath done you a great pleasure , rid you of your disease , iealousy , now you need feare no more , you are in possession on 't , your doubts are at an end .

Iew .

Good , very good , my doubts are at end , but I shall hang you in suspence for this : you Manticora that plumpe vpon raw flesh , here set your hand to this letter , that I may draw your Captaine on againe vpon the breach , I 'le blow you vp else , why moue you not , I am sure you laid your hand to the businesse when time was .

Ag. Pardon me sir , I know my life is forfeit To your iust anger , nor will I be the meanes To shed more bloud , myne shall suffice alone , Since onely one is wrong'd punish but one . Iew . She loues him still , I am a cuckold He has out-gon me , do you heare ; subscribe Moue me no further . Ag. The worst can be but death , I will not . Iew . I tel thee I 'le for giue thee , giue my reuendge Scope but at him , thou art free . Ag. Sweare it by Abrahams dust , the ashes of our fore-fathers . Rab. Dust and ashes it 's but a fraile oath . Iew . By that , and all that ties a vertuous mind , I vow and sweare by written writ . Rab. You 'le sweare as much to forgiue me I hope to sir . Iew . Why , thou shalt be the messenger , nay the actor In my iust vengeance . Rab. The hang-man you meane sir , I am expert at it . Exe. Enter Ward and Francisco . Ward . Francisco , what newes man ? Fran. The worst your eares can heare , our ships Ward . They are vntoucht , of all they are onely safe . Fran. You dazell your owne eyes , that villaine Dansiker Hath grapled them and fled . Ward . Whirle-winds pursue him , heauen , seas , earth , all at once Ioyne to his confusion , now I do see too late There is a hand ore-rules our will and fate . Enter Voad . and Alizia . Voad.

I shall then take your promise , your brother being redeem'd , this night I shall enioy thee .

Aliz.

This Diamond binds me to 't , by this I sweare .

Voad. 'T is thine I will bestow it on thee , to tie thy faith Thou hast his ransome . Aliz.

'T is heere .

Voad. About it then , now fortune equall proue I am happy , yet her lust redeemes my loue . Exit Alizia . Ward . Yet see , midst all my miseries I haue a friend , My constant loyall Voada , could what we enioy Make a man happy , I am not miserable . Thou com'st to comfott me , I know thou doest . Vo. This fellow raues sure : do you know to whom you speake ? Ward . Put not a further triall on mee , thou best of women : Know if this arme were bar'd all other meanes From hearts of Christians , it should digge thee food . Voad. We know you are a bloudy murderer , and are repaid By our iust Prophet , that hates false Runnagates . Ward . How couldst thou mallice man so much , heaven , As to create a woman ? Thou hast forgot me sure : oh looke on him That hath deny'd his faith , sold all his hopes To purchase thee his bride . Voad. To match with beggery : know I contemne thee As a most abiect slaue , and hate thee more Then all thy wealth could make me loue before . Exit . Fran. What meane you sir ? could you expect a good , A happinesse from hell ? she is a whoore . Ward . Thou liest : this arme shall make it good , My soule for her I lost , and now my blood . Enter Rabshake . Fra. Your passion doth transport you , here comes her pander , One that knowes all her secrets : examine him , If she stand cleare , let my life answere it . Ward . I l'e put you to the Test . Rab.

I haue had a hot night of this , nothing but fire in my mouth two houres together : mary the old Iew my maister I heare hath stumbled on a cooler . I thought this Captaine would bee comming so long on vpon the breach hee would breake his necke at the last . This venery is a tempting dish , some ner'e lin licking at it till they burne their lips . Well , I must go comfort vp old Benwash , hee 's heauy vpon his wiues lightnesse .

Ward .

You Iew , a word with you ?

Rab.

You Turke , I haue nothing to say to you : Ha , ha , ha , poore fellow , how hee lookes since Mahomet had the handling of him ? hee hath had a sore night at Whose that knockes at the backe-doore ? Cry you mercy , I thought you were an Italian Captaine .

Ward .

Zounds , leaue your circumlocutions , I l'e send your head to your heeles else .

Fran.

You parcell haud , all vsher , answere directly who 't is beares a way the prize in your Mistresses race , or I l'e spoyle your footing , cut you off by the hammes .

Rab.

Alas sir !

Ward .

Speake , who are her suters ?

Rab.

Voadi's suters ? oh sir , a Barbar sir .

Fran.

I l'e make you haue need of a Surgian er'e I haue done with you . How do you know hee is a Barber ?

Rab.

He smels strong of Rose-water , and he hath never mony in his purse but on Saturday-nights .

Ward .

What other suiter , slaue ?

Rab.

An other sweet youth too , I take it a Comfet-maker ; and it seemes hath rotten teeth , for he dares not come in sight so long as the Barber 's in the way .

Fran.

This dogge deludes vs , I l'e teare thy throat out villaine , vnlesse thou instantly name him she loues .

Rab.

Her Page sir , the little Christian , the good fac'd Captaine gaue her , Fidelio .

Ward .

My slaue , the French Ship-boy ?

Fr.

I saw him leaue her now . How do'st thou know she loues him ?

Rab.

Shee makes him sing bawdy songs to her , lookes fortunes in his fist , & babies in his eyes , makes dialogues betwixt him , her little dogge , & her selfe : lies vpon her backe , puts his hand in her hand , & wrings it till the teares come againe .

Ward .

Insatiate monster , could her swolne blood Reach such a height none but my Page must sute her .

Fran.

Containe your selfe a while , this slaue can speake One of her dialogues .

Rab.

It is my practise sir : you shall stand for the Lady , you for her dogge , and I the Page : you and that dogge looking one vpon another , the Page presents himselfe .

Fran. Good . Rab. The best is behinde sir . Runnes away . Fran. Iew , slaue , dogge . Ward . The horned Divell follow him . A Skippers boy ? The shame of woman ? rather then be baffeld thus I will betray this towne , blow vp the Castle : Francisco , do but second me . Fran. First repossesse your selfe of your strong hold , I feare some trechery : the Governor With all the Ianisaries of the towne I met in their way thither . War. Blast them ye powers first . The Governor Make towards the Castle ? I am betraid , away , I see that heaven forgets not though I delay . Thrust out by Ianisaries ? Ianisa. Packe hence false Runnagate , Slaue , Beggar . War. Disgratious vassals , what mountain covers me ? Winke , winke , thou Day-star , hide my guilty shame , Make me as if I ner'e had beene , whose name Succeeding times wil curse : should I confesse my sin , Ther 's not an eare that can with pitty heare A man so wicked miserable : should I beare vp , Out-looke my crimes , I want meanes to support me . To dye I dare not , the iawes of hell do yawne To swallow me : liue I cannot : Famine threats , And that the worst of poverty , contempt and scorne . Never on man Fate cast so blacke a frowne , Vp I am denied to flye , vnpittied downe . Rest restlesse soule on this accursed soyle , And teach the world into how sad a toyle Ambition and swift ryot run , when meane content Sits low , yet happy : and when their day is spent All that they get is labour and vnrest , Enter Francis . A hatefull graue , and worst , a troubled breast . Fra. Where shal I find this most vnfortunat wretch ? There is a part in him cald man , which we should pitty How er'e his merit stands , nor will I leaue him , Though he hath left himselfe . See where he lyes Best suiting with his fortunes , could we our fate foreknow Men were as Gods , nor need we haue laine so low . How fare you brother ? why with so sad an eye Do you behold me , that in your miseries Beare equall part ? War. Can there remaine a soule that will vouchsafe Compassion on me ? thou doest but flatter , Or hast forgot , I haue lost all , and pouerty When no ill else will doo 't , makes all friends flye . Fran. Were you intitled to no other guilt , How willing for you should my bloud be spilt ? Heere sir , accept this poore reliefe Bootlesse alas distresse recounts those errors To thinke what might haue been cures , not the terrors Of present suffering . War. True , true , Francisco , could I redeeme the time , The world should speake my penitence . Could I call backe but one seven yeares , Though all my life were seruile after , Were my soule but free From innocent bloud , and fearefull blasphemy , On the condition I might liue an age Tortur'd vpon a wheele . I tell thee friend , Were I this Cities Vice-roy , I would giue My crowne , dispoyle my selfe of all , onely to liue One month with that content this soule did know When a poore Fisherman possest it . Fran. You are too low dejected . Men that with sufferance their wrongs do beare Are held but weake , and States more oft for feare Then loue vnto the right , redresse mens ils . Who stoutly downe his enemies , malice kils , Who basely wounds himselfe . Ward . No lesse then truth , I haue beene too low indeed Each one the yeelding grasse doth dare to tread That flies resisting thornes , falfe Voada , Thy Lambe is turn'd a Lyon , I feele reuendge Giue a new life to me , I 'le onely stay Till I haue spoke thy brother , I thinke he 'le blush To heare thy shame , tell thee thou hast not plaid A womans part with me , suppose the worse That he turne villane to , he had better curse His grand sirs ashes , if once more I fall in I 'le be vnparaleld at least for sinne . Fran. Stay see the strumpets loue , Fidelio , Aliz. Captaine , you are the man I seeke , I haue a suit to you , Ward . Concerning Voada , is 't not ? Aliz. Concerning her that hates you for my sake Neglects your merit , this night giues full reuendge To all her iniuries . Ward . Repeat that happy word againe , I am wholly thine . Aliz. Know her vassaliat lust hath long pursued , And with such violence attempted me , That with my oaths this night to sate her heate I hardly haue delaid her . Ward . What 's this to my reuendge ? Aliz. It follow 's , giue me but way Through your Castle there 's a Hollander This euening makes from hence That giues them passage . I haue tied him to 't Ward . Thou art for euer free , the houre name , Aliz. I 'le speak your worth yet , in spight of fame About three , watch the word Fidelio . Ward . Avoid suspicion and till then be gone . Aliz. Nay then my ioyes do flow , Fran. Whether tends this ? what passage , come you for him ? Ward . To heauen I once more must exact Thy trust and diligence . Fran. Speake it . Ward . Make instantly to Voada , tell her This night a skipper doth attend to steale aboard Her loue Fidelio , giue her the houre and place Wish her to pistoll him . Fran. Wouldst haue her kill her to . Ward .

I , and runne made for 't , meane while I 'le walke the streetes I shall meete some will know me to whom I will relate my wrongs , wilt do 't Francisco ?

Fran. My soule to gage . Ward . This comfort then in spight of hell I 'le haue , Ward went not vnreuendg'd vnto his graue . Exeunt . Enter Chorus . Chorus How blacke a path unbounded riot treads , Your gentler eyes haue veiw'd . Our Scoene now leads To giue him rest , that from his ills had learn't To know his misery , and at least had earn'd This lesson from the extreams , that others past No course that violent is , secure can last . This clue doth wind him backe , and Dansiker , The wealth of Tunis , now is become there feare , Striues to redeeme his infamy and with successe , Makes through their bowels to his happinesse . No sooner hee arriues in France , but his sad eares Insteed of welcomes entertaine new feares , The aged Oke that Atlas-like susteyned , The weight of France , that with his bloud regain'd Her wasted body , like the Pellican By one that from his life tooke breath is slaine , This fatall blow , astonisheth the hopes Of Dansiker , and his , to make returne , Impossible those fires yet fresh doe burne , Would threaten them with vtmost tortures heere To make aboad , they finde themselues beset With many they by their spoyle made foes , yet Twixt two extremes they chose the better part Take land and to the Gouernor present Themselues and fortunes , shew their act , intent And poenitence , their promised pardon , what befell This shew presents , which words deny to tell . Enter Gouernour in state , takes his seate , Dansiker and his followers with ropes about their neckes , their weapons with the points towards them , deliuer their petition , the Gouernour reades and salutes them , put vp their swords , suddenly rush in diuers like Merchants with followers , seeme to threaten the Gouernour , who defends Dansiker , labours betwixt them , seeme pacified , and Dansiker sweares by his sword , offer to go out to meete his wife and child , they perswade , he deliuers them to the Gouernours trust . Omnes Exeunt . Chorus . Twixt hope and dread , as suited former merit , The Gouernour receiues them giues new spirit Vnto their drooping hopes , when with the name Of Dansikers arriuall , swift wing'd fame Brings in the oppressed Merchants , whose spoyle Had fed his hungry sword , and with their toyle Made rich his rapines , these craue law , his life The opposing Gouernour almost ends the strife , With his owne bloud , informes them , the Kings death Stood onely bar to his safety , that his breath Would recompence all former iniuries , To approue it giues them notice of the prise Brought from Tunis , and more to assawadge their ire Dansiker dare , what act they can desire Man to accomplish , to redeeme his peace And their great losses , all their furies cease . And with one voyce demand Benwash the Iew As his iust ransome , they need no more renew , This their request , by oath themselues they tye . To bring him prisoner , or in the action dye . No motiues from his wife or child diswade , This his resolue , suppose he now hath made His backe returne and in some apt disguise Attends successe vnto his enterprise His end and strange preuention , briefly shew Designes are mens , their sway the gods do owe . Exeunt . Enter Ferd. Ferd. This is the place a cold bloud thwarts my heart , My fleeting soule in her disturbed passion Proclaims some ill neere , let me suppose the worst Aliziae s dead , false tongue how durst thou name So great a mischiefe ? alas this bracelet speakes it , This which I tied vnto her iuory wrist The witnesse of those vowes confirm'd vs one , The news of my captiuity tooke all her hopes And life away , and dying she bequeath'd This loyall gift againe , with my sad ransome . 'T may be this youth may be Alizia Her selfe a prisoner , yet shee 's to vertuous To out-liue her honour and her chastity , Which her captiuity must needs indanger : I heare his foote-steps . Enter Ward & Voad . Voad. We are not far off from the place , softly , softly . The night is darke and friendly to myne ends . Ferd. Fidelio , Fidelio , Voad. 'T is he would rob me of Fidelio , Ferd. Fidelio I say yong Raymond heere Voad. Shoote . Ferd. So I am slaine . Voad. Thus dost thou beare Fidelio back againe , Ward . Ha , ha , ha . Ferd. Oh false , false Alizia thy watch-words as thy selfe Deceiuing , didst thinke my slauery Was not an ill sufficient , but my bloud Must pay thy falshood tribute , or couldst not wish So great a plague to me , that I should heare Thou wert turn'd prostitute , vngentle cruell woman , Ward . T' is not the boy sure , his voyce , his passion Speakes him another , more proiects yet , I heare some foot stir . Aliz. How fearefull is the night , heauen 's angry sure , And hauing drawne the day vp , chid her thus For giuing light to mens impieties . 'T is much about the houre of my appoint , What sad groane wounds my eares , Fidelio , Raymond , friend Fidelio . Ferd. Or rather Infidelio , what ere thou art Thou needst not doubt thy taske , thou hast made me sure , Or if thou doubts it , here dischardge one bullet more . Aliz.

'T is not his voyce , thou liest falfe thoughts , Raymond , Fidelio .

Ferd. My name is Raymond , that Fidelio vniustly murdered . Aliz. No maruaile though thou thundrest heauen ; And darts thy flashes downe , oh ! why is not This world a vniuersall fire ? what one good Keepes backe thy flames ? Ferd. Oh speake ! what art thou ? whose sad speech Makes death stay yet to heare thee . Aliz. My friend , my Raymond by my meanes murdered I haue liu'd too long , too long . Ferd. Oh speake ! what art thou whose sad accents force Pale death to stay and heare thee . Aliz. Alas I am nothing , nothing . Ferd. As thou hast hope in heauen tell me thy name , Aliz.

I will , my name 's Alizia , thy constant loyall , loyall friend , that in her passage vnto thee will not be long

Ferd. Oh saue thy life . Aliz. Wish me not so much ill , I loue thee better . Miracle of thy sexe , oh let me imbrace thee yet . Ferd. Heere , heere , flye hence vaine breath , Aliz. No other good is knowne to me but death , moritur Ward . Francisco thou' rt a villaine , forgiuenesse Voada , The words of these two innocents with purple eyes Dart terrour through me , Fidelio turn'd a woman . Within Follow , follow , follow . Voad I will rather giue an eare to the blacke shrikes Of mandrakes , thou knewst I lou'd him And that hath forct his wound , at sight whereof Methinkes reflecting heauen should spred it selfe In a deepe crimsome vaile , blush to haue created A wretch so monstrous , but my reuendge sleepes , know boy I will repay thy death , slaue I will famish thee , And when thy fainting eye-lids gin to cracke , My satisfied lust , by him most hates thee , Shall be thy obiect . Ward . You wrong me to suppose I should be guilty Of such an impious deed . Voad. Doth not thy bloud stain'd poniard speake it With which thy accursed arme did force his breast His too too gentle breast . Ward . Thy selfe be witnesse . Stabs at him , he beats it backe , and wounds her . Voad.

That I am reuendge on thee , murder , murder , the slaue will murder me .

Ward . What meane you wife ? Enter watch . Voad. As you are men make rescue of me . Ward . I am betray'd , out-gon by a shee diuel . Voad. He hath not onely slaine his innocent page , But thus assail'd my life , lay hands on him Deere countrimen reuenge my wrongs , my bloud On this false runnagate , I faint , I faint . Conuey me to a Chirurgion , make him safe . Ex. 1. Offi

In the Gouernours name I do command you giue your weapons vp .

Ward .

S'hart Gentlemen , you know Francisco kil'd him , I 'le make it good .

2. Offi.

Wee haue nothing to charge you with about your page It is the wounding your wife with an vnlawfull weapon .

1. Offi.

You haue most vnmanly thrust in a woman .

Ward .

Honest friends , Turkes , and Officers , if euer I laid hands on her , may I neuer see light more .

1. Offi.

We 'le take a reasonable order for that , you nere laid hands on her , out impudence away to the dungeon with him .

Ward .

S'hart carry me to the Gouernour that I may haue iustice first .

2. Offi.

The fellow raues , he thinks men in office haue nothing to doe but to giue him iustice , you must first be punisht and then talke of iustice when you haue cause .

1. Offic.

Away with him , he shall know what 't is to marry into a great Tribe , an honourable Tribe : you vse a great woman as if she were your wife , ye' ar a base fellow indeed . You a Courtier ?

Ward . Nay , then I see my end drawes , I shall raue , Run mad : haue you er'a Bedlam , that I may not famish But shew trickes to get meate with , or raile against the State : And when I haue eas'd my gall a month or two Come out againe . Zounds let me beat hempe , Doe any thing rather then famish : That death She hath vow'd me , and I l'e prevent it : allow me But every weeke a Christian , I am content To feed vpon raw flesh , if 't be but once a month A Brittaine , I l'e be content with him . 2. Offic. Nay then you are mad indeed , away with him . Ward . As you are true Turkes , I will put you in sureties , I know the Divell will prouide me bale , Rather then loose my imployment : as you are pittifull Turks . 1. Offic. Nay then we shall be troubled with you . Ward . Plagues , pestilences , all fall vpon my head Rather then by a whoore be famished . I do coniure you . Exeunt .
Scoena vltima . Enter Benwash , Rabshake , at severall Doores . Ben.

Rabshake ?

Rab.

Here sir .

Ben.

Is this childe of Adam comming yet ? hee that will eate of the forbidden fruite though he loose Paradice for t , is he comming .

Rab.

As fast as his legges will beare him , considering the vse he meanes to put them to . I haue provided a Caudle to comfort him with .

Ben.

That 's my deere pretious villaine , how sweet art thou Reuenge ? the thought of thee turnes all my bloud to aire .

Rab.

And your hornes too sir ?

Ben.

All light Rabshake .

Rab.

They were begot light , but methinkes they should be heauy in the wearing .

Ben.

I will make them abortiues man , smother them in the wombe .

Rab.

Though you lop the branches , you will preserue the tree to beare more fruit , I hope , your wife sir .

Ben.

She shal downe too , I will let her bloud in a new veine she shall turne vp the white of the eye , and dye the death of a sinner .

Rab.

How will you dispence with your oathes sir ?

Ben.

Tush , by equivocation man , I will not hurt her , but thou shalt by equivocation , behinde the Arras , my deere Rabshake .

Rab.

That word ( by equivocation ) lyes on my stomacke , I would be loath it should make me cast vp my gall , I would not haue my throat cut by equivocation .

Ben.

The game is rows'd , take thy stand and strike Rabshake .

Rab.

Strike you sir ? you are the keeper , and haue the fees in possession , I haue no mony vpon this equivocation .

Ben.

So the houre of my redemption is at hand , for mans worst hell , a whoore .

Gal.

You put me to a sweet purgation the other night , 't was well feare tooke away some of my sences , I had smelt for 't else .

Agar .

You saw the necessity of it sir .

Gal.

You may call it necessity . I thought of the day of Iudgement , and that was more then euer I did in my life before : what with the fire aboue , and the Ram-headed Divell your husband below , I imagined damnation could not bee farre off .

Ben.

Good , excellent good .

Gal.

And whither is that golden calfe of Horeb , that Iew of the the Tribe of Israel gone , that it is Iubile with you now , all open ?

Agar .

Hee is rid to the Goletto about taking in a commodity .

Gal.

And in the meane time thou wilt vtter one at home , I am thy Merchant Wench , and will deale with the by whole-sale .

Ben.

Rather by retaile sir , retaile .

Gal.

Where is your Pim Rabshake , taking a nap at the staire foot , committing sin in conceit , whilst we are at it in action ? hath he the two qualities of an Vsher , a good eare , and to indure cold of his feet ? haue you giuen him instructions ?

Ben.

I see how it did worke , I feele it .

Rab.

Hee 'l make the old Iew beleeue I was his wiues bawd .

Gal.

The slaue was borne Pander , his mother was a Midwife , and then he must needs be bawd to set his mothers trade aworke .

Rab.

You will grone for this anon sir .

Ag.

I pray you sir sit downe , a small banquet sir .

Gal.

Provocatiues and whetters on ? one licorous thing drawes out another . Who will not sweare Venery is a sweete sin now ? Bacchus and Venus , two Gods , the Divell is farre enough off then .

Iew .

You are deceived sir , he is at your elbow .

Rab.

Is Dunne in the mire ? for old acquaintance sake wee 'l dragge you out sir : you are in travell , I am the sonne of a Midwife , I l'e helpe to deliver you .

Gall.

It cannot be , I am in a dreame .

Rab.

A good beleefe doth well ; were I in your case , I should be past dreaming : but I l'e cast you in a slumber sir .

Iew .

You must bee at your sweet meates : cannot Mutton serue your turne , but you must haue sauce to it ?

Gal.

This Whoore hath betraid me : now she hath wrung what she can out of me , she hanges me vp for a dryed Neats-tongue . She is an insatiate Whoore sir , hath intic'd me by the Pander your man : I was chaste before I knew her sir .

Rabsh.

Beleeue him not sir , he is a meere Goate , looke on his beard else .

Agar .

You may see by his haire hee is a man of hot Liver ; he came over me with such violence I had not the heart to resist him .

Iew .

I beleeue you wife , I beleeue you , and thou shalt iustifie it to his teeth before the greatest Divell in hell . Rabshake giue her a Mittimus , strangle her .

Agar .

Haue you forgot your oathes sir ?

Iew .

I sware as I was a Turke , and I will cut your throat as I am a Iew .

Agar .

Villaine , keepe off , I say .

Rab.

You should haue said so when time was Mistresse .

Agar .

Thou betraiest thy selfe slaue , makest way to thine owne destruction .

Iew .

Stop her throat , I say , giue no eare to her .

Agar .

I do confesse my sin , I haue wrongfully betraid thee .

Gal.

I find my selfe in bonds for 't Lady , it is some comfort yet , that I dye not vnreveng'd .

Iew .

Thou speakest charitably . Is she gone ? is her lust satisfied now ?

Rab.

Do a woman to death , and she will bee satisfied , nothing else will .

Iew .

Now for you M. Gallop : you gaue it me with tilting , and I will returne your curtesie .

Gal.

Saue my life sir , and I will be your slaue , sell my selfe in open market , brand me .

Iew .

That were Lex talion indeed , one marke for another : but it will not serue the turne . Haue at you .

Rab.

Ha , ha , ha , how the Oxe goares him .

Kils him . Gal.

'Sdeath villaines , trecherous villaines , the plague , pox .

Rab.

He died a true letcher , with the pox in his mouth . Why this was valiantly done sir , in single opposition .

Iew .

why now my brow begins to smooth . How lik'st this Tragedy , Rabshake ?

Rab.

Rarely , if it do not proue a Tragedy to vs sir , i't s but a Comedy hitherto : the setting off is all .

Iew .

Tush , the best is behind man : doe'st thinke I doe not beare a braine about me ? Beware a polititian , man : heere , binde me , binde me , hard , hard .

Rab.

I mary sir , I like this well , a man may trust you when your hands are tyed behinde you .

Iew .

I cannot choose but laugh to thinke how happy I am in my proiect : it will amaze thee when thou hear'st it Rabshake , wee shall so gull the innocent world , laugh at the silly world .

Rab.

If you gull me now , I l'e giue you leaue to make mummy of me : what 's next sir ?

Iew .

Heere , take this dagger , stabbe mee an ynch into the breast and arme .

Rab.

Do you call this gulling of the world ?

Iew .

I cannot but laugh at the gentlemans lecherous voyage to Lucifer : there , there . Now Rabshake let me binde thee .

Rab.

How ? binde me ?

Iew .

Thou art not capable of the mistery , thou art shallow Rabshake .

Rab.

I doe not desire to wade deeper in I thank you sir , I am no polititian , beare no braine about me sir ; yet I can diue into a knaues pockets as well as any man , your worship knows .

Iew .

What doest thou meane by this ?

Rab.

To rob you as I am a Turke , & cut your throat as I am a Iew , you haue forgot your equivocation ; I l'e chop logicke with you . Come , your rings , your chaine : do you not laugh ? haue you not gul'd the world fairely ?

Iew .

Thou hast mistaken me : know thou art all my care .

Rab.

And you would be rid of me , I conceiue you sir , though I am no polititian : I haue seene the play of Pedringano sir , of Pedringano sir .

Iew . Deere Rabshake , vpon my knees I do intreat thee heare me . For whom haue I tane thought , out-watcht the night Out-toyl'd the day , but for my Rabshake ? what friend , What kinsman , what heire had I but Rabshake ? Rab.

Yes , you meant I should haue beene your heire .

Iew .

Nay , thou shouldst haue had all in possession , my purpose was to haue liu'd a private life , done penance for my sins , and given thee all .

Rab.

You would haue parted with this chaine , these rings and gold .

Iew .

They are thine own , on whom should I bestow them else ?

Rab.

And you haue a trick to come off cleere with this businesse .

Iew .

In spight of ielousie , without suspition man : you being bound , your head thrust in this circle , as if tied vp for starting , I had cried out theeues , murder , rais'd the street , transferd the act vpon some stranger .

Rab.

And I should haue beene your heire .

Iew .

Thou wrongst me to make question of 't .

Rab.

If I should try him , it is beyond my compasse if hee out-saile me : this chaine and gold is mine .

Iew .

'Sfoot my selfe too .

Rab.

For once I l'e try you : heere binde me , if you do outreach me , I l'e ner'e trust Iew more .

Iew .

Heere , heere : Is thy head in ?

Rab.

It is sir .

Iew .

Haue I caught you ? are you in the noose ? you haue seene the play of Pedringano sir , I l'e play with you .

Rab.

'Sheart I am your slaue sir , I did it to make your worship merry .

Iew .

Tush , you are my heire , I l'e hang you vp a airing .

Rab.

As you are a man heare me sir .

Iew .

You must haue your chaines , you shall be chayn'd , I could euen cracke my sides with laughter . This will affoord me mirth vnto my dying day . The play of Pedringano ? how the weesell hangs ! Ha , ha , ha . Theeues , theeues : Murder , murder . I shall betray my selfe with laughter . Were you caught Rynard ? are you in the noose ? Murder , murder , thieues murder .

Enter Muffty , Mulli , and Officers . Mul.

Breake ope the doores , the voyce speakes from this roome .

Iew .

Murder , murder , murder .

Muff.

Inhumane deed ! what hand could be so bloudy ?

Mul.

Speake , who was the murderer ?

Iew .

Helpe me to a Surgean .

Muff.

Runne for a Surgean . Tell by what monster was this act ( so full of horror ) done ?

Iew .

Three strangers rusht in suddenly , wee being at supper , all my seruants forth , saue honest Rabshake : and hauing rifled vs , did act this horride murther .

1. Off.

Here is a Surgean .

Muff.

The Prophet Mahomet reueale the homicides .

Enter Gouernor , other officers , Sare , Ferd. Alb. Dansiker disguis'd . Gover.

What moues these out-cryes ?

Mul. Behold a bloudy murder , Benwash , his wife , This Captaine , and his seruant . Iew . My honest seruant , honest Rabshake . Dans. Benwash murdered ? he hath saued me a labour . Gov. Is there any hope of life in him ? Surg.

His wounds are sleight , sir , onely his faint-heart makes them dangerous .

Gov.

Take courage man . Speake , hast thou any knowledge of the Murderers ?

Muff.

Onely he sayes they are strangers , men of the sea .

Sar.

Canst thou remember in what habit , what men of person and complexion they were ?

Dans. What meanes the slaue to eye me so ? Iew . That fellow in the stammell hose is one of them . Gov. Lay hands on him . Dans. On me ? Villaine , thou buy'st my bloud At a deere rate . O thou immortall God Who know'st my innocence ! that for his former sins Hast guiven vp , Dansiker into the hands Of these damn'd miscreants . Omn, Dansiker ? Dans. I Dansiker , that would with all your deaths Haue cancelled his former infamy , Left to the world a president of valour , Writ in your sad confusions : but heauen is iust , Christians did fall by me , by slaues I must . Gov.

Call forth the common Hangman , by this time he hath done his office on Francisco . Dansiker ? vnlook't for ?

Iew . Heare me before I dye , I do confesse Mine owne hand did these murthers . Dansiker Hath iustly done me vengeance . Gov.

How 's this ? thou done these murthers thy selfe , being bound and hurt ? Thou rau'st sure .

Iew . I did them sir : the cause my wife prou'd false , vntrue , Beare witnesse , though I liu'd a Turke , I dye a Iew . Omn. Out Dogge , Divell . Gov. Vnheard of Monster ! Cast his loathed carkasse Vnto the common aire . Never did day discover Two such inhumane Caitifes , stretch out his armes , You haue your traines and fire-workes , apply your Torches Vnto his breast . Wee 'l know what proiect now Lead you vnto this second venter . Dans. I will confesse it willingly : It was to haue conueid This Iew from hence , haue made a massacre Of the whole Towne , dasht out the miscreant braines Of your yong Infidels . Muff. And art not sorry , Dogge ? Dans. Yes Dogge , I am sorry , and confesse my crimes Preuented such a merit : I was not worthy To do heaven so good a seruice . Gov. Pull off his hatefull flesh , digge out his heart By peece-meal . Muff. Wilt thou turne Turke , and saue thy soule yet ? Dans. Yes Pagan , villaine , I will . Forgiuenesse heauen , Let my example moue all Pyrates , Robbers To thinke how heavy thy revenging hand Will sit vpon them . I feele thy iustice now , Receiue my soule , accept my intended vow . Moritur . Gov. So , convey his hatefull body to the same place , The Iew doth lye vnburied . Enter at seuerall doores Voad and Ward . Voad. Iustice , let mee haue Iustice , worthy Gouernour . Ward . Giue her no eare , she is all woman dissimulation . I am a Turke , and I do craue the law . Turk . He hath wounded heere a Turke , a Lady , and We craue sentence according to his merit . He may receiue the Bastinado , pay a fine . Ward . Pay a fine , what fine , from one that 's famished , For want of a poore asper , set me to sea againe , The tenth of what I 'le bring you in , shall countervaile The reuenew of the Indies . Gou. The slaue is mad , we 'le send you far enough , Lady depose the for 't , you shall haue iustice . Voad. By our great Prophet Mahomet . Ward . You do me wrong , let me in priuate speake to her Ere she betray my life , it is no lesse Then your owne law affoords me . Turk . The weakenesse of her body brookes it not . Gou. How say you Voada , can you afford him speech ? Voad. I 'le giue his vaine words hearing , though to much paine Oh my deepe wound let all remoue from hence . Ward . Had she a heart of brasse I ' de pierce it , leaue vs all . Voad. Now sir your motion , Ward . Wherein hath my desert stro'd so much ill To straine thy hate , to this a high beyond , What we seeme malice , I lou'd that face so well To purchase it I exchang'd my heauen with hell . And to be bar'd what I so deerely paid for , I' st not a plague sufficient ? but thy faith Must now be sold , to be a vengeance greater , To pay me vngratefull hire , canst thou behold These eyes stroke inward , as asham'd to view The fires which first betraid them , this mind , body , That doth conteine a soule more blacke and dismall Then is the rauen night , these armes , that haue so oft Made to thee rules of loue , now famished For want of what thou surfets on , canst without teares Behold my miseries ? Voad. Ha , ha , ha . Ward . Prodigy of woman , dost laugh ? Voad. This is true musicke , could I inioy these tunes My selfe would be thy Iaylor . Ward . Why then thy wound is not dangerous ? Voad. A meere scratch , know that I am reueng'd Of my Fidelios death , and as thy tortures Each houre increase , so shall my harmony Till vengeance period giue vnto thy destiny . Ward . I will discouer thy hypocrisy . Voad. You are preuented , help , I sound , I fall . Ward . As low as hell there keepe thy festiuall . Gou. Hold murderous villaine , all tortures man ere knew , Shall be inflicted on thee . Omn. Inhumane dog . Ward . Ha , ha , ha , I laugh at you . Here 's a preseruatiue , against all your poysons True Balsamum for villany , who will soare high First lesson that he learn's , must be to dye . Here s precedent for him , you 're slaus of Mahomet Vngratefull curs , that haue repaid me thus For all the seruice that I haue done for you , He that hath brought more treasure to yuor shore Then all Arabia yeelds , he that hath showne you The way to conquer Europe , did first impart , What your forefathers knew not , the seamans art ; Which had they attein'd , this vuiuerse had bene One Monarchy : may all your seed be damn'd The name of Ottaman be the onely scorne And by-word to all Nations ; may his owne slaues Teare out the bowels of the last remaines Vnto his bloud-propt throne , may ye cut each others throate : Or may , oh may the force of Christendome Be reunited , and all at once require The liues of all that you haue murdered , Beating a path out to Ierusalem , Ouer the bleeding breasts of you and yours . Omn. Vnheard of monster . Ward . Lastly , oh may I be the last of all my country That trust vnto your tretcheries , seducing tretcheries , All you that liue by theft and Piracies , That sell your liues and soules to purchase graues , That dye to hell , and liue farre worse then slaues , Let dying Ward tell you that heauen is iust , And that dispaire attends on bloud and lust : Omn. Downe with the villaine . Gou. Teare the wretch peece-meale , throw his accursed limbs Into the raging bowels of the sea . His monument in brasse wee 'le thus ingraue , Ward sold his country , turn'd Turke , and died a slaue .
Epilogue . WHo writes and thinkes to please the generall tast , Where eyes and eares are fed , shal find he hath plact His worke with the fond Painter , who did mend So long , that striuing to please others , gaue no end To his owne labours ; for vs , and if not all We know we haue pleased some , whose iudgements fall Beyond the common ranke , to whom we humbly yeeld Our selues and labours , they best deserue to sheeld The worthy workes of Time , and with their view To grace choyce Pennes , and such we hope are you , To whom we owe our toyle , and willing giue All right in this , your fauour makes it liue . Stand faire vnto our ends then still , and crowne With gentle hand this worke which now 's your owne . FINIS .
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C●●nicke must in dispight of any iustly neglected Cronicke confesse to haue receiued so much worthy coe●u messe it selfe . Sanabimur si separemur a coetu . tak● the'enioy , yet know not . Our Muse doth take A higher pitch , leauing his Pyracy To reach Person●e Drammatis Personae . Sc●en Scoen . I. ▪ so long , I haue ne'r an eye to see with , she hath sok't me . W●pping , but once in their liues to the manor of Wapping , and then are free euer after . This is I●'t If't be our moneyes that you covet , willingly l●●● boyes , more sails , the least delay . O lets turne Serving-men , the trencher hold Whilst Li●k must as did that Captaine , so much famed , Lick the fierce Lyons feet , till happier times ●he This stand our comfort : we may happen be the Chorus onely to their Tragedy . ●ad , my heart dissolues to bloud , And payes sad tribute to thy sadder griefes . Nay , make ▪ Bring your maister a boord , or wee'l giue you a broad side . ●urfet laien Vpon their countries stomacke like a surfet , Whence being vomited they striue with a●re with poysonous breath To infect the generall aire : Creatures that stand So far from what sm●●● netting , let downe the fights , make ready the small shot , gunner , giue them a broad side , mis●ries lastly , thinke that you see , Euen all the miseries dispised pouerty Can throw on men , that vna●n'd sent him to the world , All vnoffensiue , vnalin'd : when vnto beasts , She gaue the meanes be asts , All vnoffensiue , vnalin'd : when vnto beasts , She gaue the meanes to hurt as to defence ▪ Fortune ! true , the fate of man is fixt , Vnmoueable Sa●urne dost frowne Vpon the births of men , now Saturne smile . Those vnder milder Planets borne G●ll●p Gallop . ▪ Enter , Enter , Enter . Zounds the slaue winkes and fights boo●y , who conquers the other Shares the whole booty . league● our lesser barke aduantage , 'tis not ten leagues To Tunis , where entred , we are as safe Fra● Enter Fran. . Fet●h Doth promise I should be the sutler sir , Fetch you prouision in . ▪ herrings seuen a peny , nay we haue heard of you ; You can baule well , you haue seru'd a prentiship mus●e fishers brat , that neuer didst aspire Aboue a musle boate , that wert not borne Vnto a fortune ▪ And those smoakt in thy fathers bed-chamber ; That by a beggar in meere charity Being Rarelit Rarely it may be easy done , obserue the wind And cal●d Art thou impenetrable ? or is that thing cal'd death Too great a good for such a wretch theefesit This new-come theefe sir ? greate● Tis the custome of the whole world , the greater theefe preyes vpon the lesse still : how's besall The happinesse of the day befall you I adyes . 〈◊〉 content both night and day stand to your desires a● on , if my life lye vpon her honesty , I am vpon the poynt of giving vp already . heauines●e The reason of my heauinesse is , that you and I might agree the better contra●ies I might agree the better : for women loue contraries , and you are light I see . ●irrah Your businesse sirrah ? Francis●us ever landed here , one Captaine Ward and Franciscus , they haue brought a prize in worth three nea●'r I nea'r shall haue so faire occasion to speake my lew by my sex I am ashamed of you , were the Iew mine , I would haue no other Pander : be Gall●p Gallop . ioyaltie noble generall aliue , come to my rescue , my loyaltie to the braue knight did thus ingage me : Sar● see the heroicke Dansiker , his Captaine Sare . Rub●n Enter Iew , Raymond , his two sonnes bound . Ruben . Issu● Their euer thraldome , but nature well deni'd Issue to thee , least in thy barbarous guilt Shee threee come Manacle these armes , you shall see vs three Tug the daies eye out , there's not a father I ' le They are yours , I'le iustifie the sale , ▪ would willingly Betray me , yea all of vs , into the hands Of our vow'd enimies . ●●uing● Away with ; 'em more honest meanes of liuings make 'em sure , yo● so , I will appeale for you my sonnes to yon high Court Here none but beasts of prey iustgame willingly would stake my life to thine at that iust game , there wants but an occasion . ●ate ioyne you together for the mony , it is a fate follow's vs souldiers when wee are downe branch●● vnder this table , did you thinke I am so brancht No roofe would giue me couering , I am but fisters thinkst our wiues are such , As are your holy sisters , religious Votaries , Your spittle nuns wise , May I but know thou once more tempst my wife , You shall not need a ladder , I'le mount ▪ beyond my thoughts , imaginations drown'd int . avi●ginity Like a baud that would put off a virginity , the knight is as good as ours ●●attery All that art can by ambition , lust , or flattery do , Assure your selfe this braine shall red emption if the flesh take hold of him , hee's past redemption Hee's halfe a Turke already , it's as good ●auor I am orecharg'd sir with so high a fauor As your descending thus to visite mee . Iliue gage a thousand Duckets on equall termes , I liue to see him the Sultans Admirall . ●●homets common vnto all ? If any ods be , 'tis on Mahomets side , His seruit ors thriue best I am sure ●ooke Is this the hooke your golden baite doth couer ? somtimea others misery . Such is state-policies , somtimes to aduance an ill , When others for lesse beliese dispos'd of : but to abiure My name , and the beliefe my ancesters Left to my being . I do not ●laues makes Due purchase of , Il'e rather lead on slaues Then be commanded by the power of Kings ▪ Porcupines , it's the denyall Of your Redeemer , Religion , Country , Of him that gaue you ●raue adiudg'd to death By his heads losse , should craue ( stead of one stroke ) To dye a lingring 〈◊〉 Of that contempt is throwne on runnagates Euen by these Turkes themselues , at least moue 〈◊〉 Turkes themselues , at least moue you To flye this slavery . 'sh eart sights like Basiliskes Foretels my ruine : 'sheart make this way . d●lemma Why stand you in this dilemma : are you depriu'd Of sence and being ? solow thou wilt find it black : no hell I see's so low Which lust and woman cannot lead vs 〈◊〉 Of that contempt is throwne on runnagates Euen by these Turkes themselues , at least moue 〈◊〉 Turkes themselues , at least moue you To flye this slavery . Fr●n. Fran. 'sh eart sights like Basiliskes Foretels my ruine : 'sheart make this way . solow thou wilt find it black : no hell I see's so low Which lust and woman cannot lead vs ●peake I wish our period , or that our Pen Might speake the fictions , not the acts of Men . The he●uen more at men , but Gyant-like The face of heauen it selfe , he dares to strike : And with str●ke The face of heauen it selfe , he dares to strike : And with a blushlesse front he dares to d●mbe blushlesse front he dares to doe , What we are dumbe to thinke , much more to shew : Yet what ▪ After them the Muffty , or chiefe Priest : two meaner Priests bearing his traine . be●ring Muffty , or chiefe Priest ▪ two meaner Priests bearing his traine . The Muffty seated , a confused Muff●y two meaner Priests bearing his traine . The Muffty seated , a confused noyse of musicke , with arobe Turban with a halfe-moone in it , the other a robe , a sword : a third with a Globe in Helayd their swords , and pull him off the Asse . He layd on his belly , the Tables ( by two han●● sword , offers him a cuppe of wine by the hands of a Christian : Hee spurnes at him , and C●pps Hee spurnes at him , and throwes away the Cappe , is mounted on the Asse , who is richly mount●d at him , and throwes away the Cappe , is mounted on the Asse , who is richly clad , and with wr●tch Mahomet being set ; Two Knights present the wretch , who finds no let To his perdition : to per●tion present the wretch , who finds no let To his perdition : to whom nor shame , nor feare Giue any cur●e : to whom nor shame , nor feare Giue any curse . Dismounted from that steed Did best befit D●smounted whom nor shame , nor feare Giue any curse . Dismounted from that steed Did best befit the rider befi● curse . Dismounted from that steed Did best befit the rider : they then read The Lawes of d●m'd rider : they then read The Lawes of their dam'd Prophet : he subscribes , inroles his name I●roles of their dam'd Prophet : he subscribes , inroles his name into their Pagan Tribes . Now weares Hi● weares the habit of a free-borne Turke , His sword excepted , which least they should sw●rd weares the habit of a free-borne Turke , His sword excepted , which least they should worke vill●ny excepted , which least they should worke Iust villany to their seducers , is deny'd Vnto all Runnagates seducert least they should worke Iust villany to their seducers , is deny'd Vnto all Runnagates , vnlesse Inwarres deny'd Vnto all Runnagates , vnlesse imployd In warres 'gainst Christians . Last , oh be wretchedn●sse successe Shewes he exchang'd with it , and wretchednesse . Giue patience to our Scoene , which hereto barbaro●s young men , whom Ward did sell , When to his barbarous cruelty they opposed , And lost themselues Sa● Exit Sar. . spe●ds vndoing of 'em all , Time cals aboard which spends not halfe an houre Before our traine do Ha● ha? vnlesse my credulous eares deceiue me , ●twixt witnesse to , by all the cuckolds thou hast made 'twixt morne and twilight to adde one to the number V●urers that hath so many freed from the hell of Vsurers , and from the iaws of their feare , bandogs Vnlcan warden of the horned liuery , omnipotent Vulcan , now set my shafts but right , ●m a dreame , she fetcheth her wind short I am sure adu●nture Deere sir aduenture it and saue your life . findge Gallops breeches , burne on , burne on , sindge all the world , consume it with thy flames yo● necke of another , your rem in re what thinke you of this case . le●t the serpent crept into a narrow hole , and left his case behind him . seare of your disease , iealousy , now you need feare no more , you are in possession on't , your ●uters Speake , who are her suters ? vnles●e vs , Il'e teare thy throat out villaine , vnlesse thou instantly name him she loues . kow I saw him leaue her now . How do'st thou know she loues him ? ▪ hell do yawne To swallow me : liue I cannot : Famine threats , And that the worst of poverty for●know suiting with his fortunes , could we our fate foreknow Men were as Gods , nor need we haue laine terror● thinke what might haue been cures , not the terrors Of present suffering . Fidel●o spight of fame About three , watch the word Fidelio . bloudregain'd susteyned , The weight of France , that with his bloud regain'd Her wasted body , like the Pellican p●rdon , intent And poenitence , their promised pardon , what befell This shew presents , which o●pressed arriuall , swift wing'd fame Brings in the oppressed Merchants , whose spoyle Had fed his hungry f●d the oppressed Merchants , whose spoyle Had fed his hungry sword , and with their toyle Gou●rnour , these craue law , his life The opposing Gouernour almost ends the strife , With his owne bloud Stoo● owne bloud , informes them , the Kings death Stood onely bar to his safety , that his breath recomp●nce bar to his safety , that his breath Would recompence all former iniuries , To approue it giues in●uries that his breath Would recompence all former iniuries , To approue it giues them notice of the des●re their ire Dansiker dare , what act they can desire Man to accomplish , to redeeme his peace ran●ome voyce demand Benwash the Iew As his iust ransome , they need no more renew , This their request h● child diswade , This his resolue , suppose he now hath made His backe returne and in some Wh●t 'Tis much about the houre of my appoint , What sad groane wounds my eares , Fidelio , Raymond ear●s of my appoint , What sad groane wounds my eares , Fidelio , Raymond , friend Fidelio . Fid●l●o appoint , What sad groane wounds my eares , Fidelio , Raymond , friend Fidelio . F●d●lio wounds my eares , Fidelio , Raymond , friend Fidelio . Infid●lio Or rather Infidelio , what ere thou art Thou needst not doubt Fid●lio My name is Raymond , that Fidelio vniustly murdered . vniuer●all flashes downe , oh ! why is not This world a vniuersall fire ? what one good Keepes backe thy flames ●lames vniuersall fire ? what one good Keepes backe thy flames ? Mak●s speake ! what art thou ? whose sad speech Makes death stay yet to heare thee . Franci●co Francisco thou'rt a villaine , forgiuenesse Voada forc● mandrakes , thou knewst I lou'd him And that hath forct his wound , at sight whereof Methinkes reflecting wo●nd knewst I lou'd him And that hath forc● his wound , at sight whereof Methinkes reflecting hea●en wound , at sight whereof Methinkes reflecting heauen should spred it selfe In a deepe crimsome ha●● it selfe In a deepe crimsome vaile , blush to haue created A wretch so monstrous , but my reuendge W●rd Ward . Ca●dle meanes to put them to . I haue provided a Caudle to comfort him with . begotlight They were begot light , but methinkes they should be heauy meer● Beleeue him not sir , he is a meere Goate , looke on his beard else . I●w Iew . Pedring●no haue seene the play of Pedringano sir , of Pedringano sir . Il●e For once Il'e try you : heere binde me , if you do outreach Ped●ingano me mirth vnto my dying day . The play of Pedringano ? how the weesell hangs ! Ha , ha , ha . wee●ell dying day . The play of Pedringano ? how the weesell hangs ! Ha , ha , ha . Theeues , theeues b● Inhumane deed ! what hand could be so bloudy ? Fra●ci●c● , by this time he hath done his office on Francisco . Dansiker ? vnlook't for ? ▪ Moritur . ac●ording a Turke , a Lady , and We craue sentence according to his merit . He may receiue the Bastinado connteruaile The tenth of what I'le bring you in , shall countervaile The reuenew of the Indies . throat● bloud-propt throne , may ye cut each others throate ▪ Or may , oh may the force of Christendome ▪ bloud-propt throne , may ye cut each others throate : Or may , oh may the force of Christendome tret cheries last of all my country That trust vnto your tretcheries , seducing tretcheries ▪ All you that liue tretch●ries That trust vnto your tretcheries , seducing tretcheries ▪ All you that liue by theft and Piracies ▪ vnto your tretcheries , seducing tretcheries , All you that liue by theft and Piracies ●oules theft and Piracies , That sell your liues and soules to purchase graues , That dye to hell , limb● the wretch peece-meale , throw his accursed limbs Into the raging bowels of the sea . His ▪ writes and thinkes to please the generall tast , Where eyes and eares are fed , shal find pla●● eyes and eares are fed , shal find he hath plact His worke with the fond Painter , who did