THE RENEGADO, A TRAGAE comedy.  
As it hath been often acted by the queen's Majesty's servants, at the private Playhouse in Drury-lane.  
By PHILIP MASSINGER.  
LONDON, Printed by A. M. for john Waterson, and are to be sold at the Crown in Paul's churchyard. 1630.   

Dramatis Personae. The Actors names. ASAMBEG, Viceroy of Tunis. john Blanye. MUSTAPHA, bassa of Aleppo. john Sumner. VITELLI, A Gentleman of Venice disguised. Michael Bowyer. FRANCISCO, A Jesuit. William Reignalds. ANTHONIO GRIMALDI the Renegado. William Allen. CARAZIE an Eunuch. William Robins. GAZET servant to Vitelli. Edward Shakerley. AGA.  CAPIAGA.  MASTER.  boatswain,  sailors.  JAILOR.  3. Turks.  DONUSA, niece to AMURATH. Edward Rogers. PAULINA, Sister to Vitelli. Theo. Bourne. MANTO, servant to Donusa.    

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE GEORGE HARDING, Baron Barkley, of Barkley Castle, and Knight of the Honourable Order of the bath.  
My good Lord.  
TO be Honoured for old Nobility, or Hereditary Titles is not alone proper to yourself, but to some few of your rank, who may challenge the like privilege with you: but in our age to vouchsafe (as you have often done) a ready hand to raise the dejected spirits of the contemned Sons of the Muses, Such as would not suffer the glorious fire of Poesy to be wholly extinguished, is so remarkable, and peculiar to your Lordship, that with a full vote, and suffrage it is acknowledged that the Patronage and Protection of the Dramatic Poetry, is yours, and almost without a rival. I despair not therefore, but that my ambition to present my service in this kind, may in your clemency meet with a gentle interpretation. confirm it my good Lord in Your gracious acceptance of this trifle, in which if I were not confident there are some pieces worthy the perusal, it should have been taught an humbler flight, and the writer (Your Countryman) never yet made happy in your notice, and favour, had not made this an advocate to plead for his admission among such as are wholly, and sincerely devoted to your service. I may live to tender my humble thankfulness in some higher strain, and till then comfort myself with hope, that you descend from your height to receive.  
Your honour's Commanded Servant PHILIP MASSINGER   

To my Honoured Friend, Master PHILIP MASSINGER, upon his RENEGADO.  

DAbblers in Poetry that only can,  
Court this weak Lady, or that Gentleman,  
with some loose wit in rhyme;  
others that fright the time.  
Into belief with mighty words, that tear  
a Passage through the ear;  
or Nicer men,  
That through a Perspective will see a Play,  
and use it the wrong way,  
(not worth thy Pen)  
Though all their Pride exalt 'em, cannot be  
Competent judges of thy Lines or thee.   

I must confess I have no Public name  
To rescue judgement, no Poetic flame  
to dress thy Muse with Praise,  
and Phoebus his own bays;  
Yet I commend this Poem, and dare tell  
the World I liked it well,  
and if there be  
A tribe, who in their Wisdoms dare accuse,  
this offspring of thy Muse,  
let them agree,  
Conspire one Comedy, and they will say  
'tis easier to Commend, then make a Play.  JAMES SHIRLEY.   

To his worthy Friend Master PHILIP Massinger, on his Play, Called the RENEGADO.  
THE bosom of a friend cannot breathe forth  
A flattering phrase to speak the noble Worth  
Of him that hath lodged in his honest breast,  
So large a title: I among the rest  
That honour thee, do only seem to praise  
Wanting the flowers of Art, to deck that bays  
Merit has crowned thy Temples with. Know friend  
Though there are some who merely do commend  
To live i'th' World's opinion such as can  
Censure with Judgment, no such piece of Man,  
Makes up my spirit where desert does live,  
There will I plant my wonder, and there give  
My best endeavours, to build up his story  
That truly Merits. I did ever glory  
To behold Virtue rich, though cruel Fate  
In scornful malice does beat low their state  
That best deserve, when others that but know  
Only to scribble, and no more, of't grow  
Great in their favours, that would seem to be  
Patrons of Wit, and modest Poesy:  
Yet with your abler Friends, let me say this  
Many may strive to equal you, but miss  
Of your fair scope, this work of yours men may  
Throw in the face of envy, and then say  
To those that are in Great-men's thoughts more blessed,  
Imitate this, And call that work your best.  
Yet Wise-men, in this, and too often, err  
When they their love before the work prefer,  
If I should say more, some may blame me for't  
Seeing your merits speak you, not report.  DANYEL LAKYN.  

THE RENEGADO.  
The Scene Tunis.  

Actus primus.  

Scena prima.  Enter Vitelli and Gazet. Vitelli. 
YOu have hired a Shop then?  Gazet. 
Yes sir, and our wares  
(Though brittle as a maidenhead at sixteen)  
Are safe unladen; not a Crystal cracked,  
Or China dish needs soldering; our choice Pictures  
As they came from the workman, without blemish,  
And I have studied speeches for each Piece,  
And in a thrifty tone to sell 'em off;  
Will swear by Mahamet, and termagant,  
That this is Mistress to the great Duke of Florence,  
That Niece to old King Pippin, and a third  
An Austrian Princess by her Roman nose,  
howe'er my conscience tells me they are figures  
Of Bawds, and common courtesans in Venice.  Vitel. 
You make no scruple of an oath then?  Gaz. 
Fie sir  
'tis out of my Indentures, I am bound there  
To swear for my Master's profit as securely  
As your intelligencer must for his Prince,  
That sends him forth an honourable spy,  
To serve his purposes. And if it be lawful  
In a Christian shopkeeper to cheat his father,  
I cannot find but to abuse a Turk  
In the sale of our commodities, must be thought  
A meritorious work.  Vitel. 
I wonder sirrah  
What's your Religion?  Gaz. 
Troth to answer truly  
I would not be of one that should command me  
To feed upon poor john, when I see Pheasants  
And Partridges on the Table: nor do I like  
The other that allows us to eat flesh  
In the Lent though it be rotten, rather than be  
Thought superstitious, as your zealous Cobbler,  
And learned botcher Preach at Amsterdam  
Over a Hotchpotch. I would not be confined  
In my belief, when all your Sects, sectaries  
Are grown of one opinion, if I like it  
I will profess myself, in the mean time  
Live I in England, Spain, France, Rome, Geneva.  
I am of that Country's faith,  Vitel. 
And what in Tunis,  
Will you turn Turk here?  Gaz. 
No! so I should lose  
A Collop of that part my Doll enjoined me  
To bring home as she left it; 'tis her venture,  
Nor dare I barter that commodity  
Without her special warrant.  Vitel. 
You are a Knave sir,  
leaving your Roguery think upon my business,  
It is no time to fool now  
Remember where you are too! though this Mart time,  
we are allowed free trading, and with safety.  
Temper your tongue and meddle not with the Turks,  
Their manners, nor Religion.  Gaz. 
Take you heed sir  
What colours you wear. Not two hours since there Landed  
An English pirate's Whore with a green apron,  
And as she walked the streets, one of their Muftis  
we call them Priests at Venice, with a Razor  
Cuts it of Petticoat, Smock and all, and leaves her  
As naked as my Nail: the young Fry wondering  
What strange beast it should be. I 'scaped a scouring  
My Mistress Buskepoynt, of that forbidden colour  
Then tIED my codpiece, had it been discovered  
I had been caponed.  Vitel. 
And had been well served;  
Haste to the Shop and set my Wares in order  
I will not long be absent?  Gaz. 
Though I strive sir  
To put of melancholy, to which, you are ever  
Too much inclined, it shall not hinder me  
With my best care to serve you  Exit Gazet. Enter Francisco. Vitel. 
I believe thee.  
O welcome sir, stay of my steps in this life,  
And guide to all my blessed hopes hereafter.  
What comforts sir? have your endeavours prospered?  
Have we tired Fortune's malice with our sufferings?  
Is she at length after so many frowns  
Pleased to vouchsafe one cheerful look upon us?  Fran. 
You give too much to fortune, and your passions,  
o'er which a wise man, if Religious, triumphs.  
That name fool's worship, and those tyrants which  
we arm against our better part, our reason,  
May add, but never take from our afflictions:  Vitelli. 
Sir as I am a sinful man, I can not  
But like one suffer.  Fran. 
I exact not from you  
A fortitude insensible of calamity,  
To which the saints themselves have bowed and shown  
They are made of flesh, and blood, all that I challenge  
Is manly patience. Will you that were trained up  
In a Religious School, where divine maxims  
Scorning comparison, with moral precepts  
Were daily taught you, bear your constancy's trial  
Not like Vitelli, but a Village nurse  
With curses in your mouth: Tears in your eyes?  
How poorly it shows in you?  Vi. 
I am Schooled sir,  
And will hereafter to my utmost strength  
Study to be myself.  Fran. 
So shall you find me  
Most ready to assist you; Neither have I  
Slept in your great occasions since I left you  
I have been at the viceroy's Court and pressed  
As far as they allow a Christian entrance.  
And something I have learned that may concern  
The purpose of this journey.  Vi. 
Dear Sir what is it?  Fran. 
By the command of Asambeg, the Viceroy:  
The City swells with barbarous Pomp and Pride  
For the entertainment of stout Mustapha  
The bassa of Aleppo, who in person  
Comes to receive the niece of Amurah  
The fair Donusa for his bride.  Vitel. 
I find not  
How this may profit us.  Fran. 
Pray you give me leave.  
Among the rest that wait upon the Viceroy,  
(Such as have under him command in Tunis.)  
Who as you have often heard are all false Pirates,  
I saw the shame of Venice and the scorn  
Of all good men: The perjured Renegado  
Antono Grimaldi;  Vitel. 
Ha! his name  
Is poison to me.  Fran. 
Yet again?  Vitel. 
I have done sir.  Fran. 
This debauched villain: whom we ever thought,  
(After his impious scorn done in Saint Marks  
To me as I stood at the holy Altar)  
The thief that ravished your fair sister from you,  
The virtuous Paulina not long since,  
(As I am truly given to understand)  
Sold to the viceroy a fair Christian Virgin,  
On whom, maugre his fierce and cruel nature  
Asambeg dotes extremely.  Vitel. 
'tis my sister  
It must be she, my better Angel tells me  
'tis poor Paulina. Farewell all disguises  
I'll show in my revenge that I am Noble.  Fran. 
You are not mad?  Vitel. 
No sir, my virtuous anger  
Makes every vein an artery, I feel in me  
The strength of twenty men, and being armed  
With my good cause to wreak wronged innocence  
I dare alone run to the viceroy's Court  
And with this poniard before his face.  
Dig out Grimaldi's heart.  Fran. 
Is this Religious?  Vitel. 
Would you have me tame now; Can I know my sister  
mewed up in his Seraglio, and in danger  
Not alone to lose her honour, but her soul,  
The hell-bred Villain by too? that has sold both  
To black destruction, and not haste to send him  
To the Devil his tutor? to be patient now,  
Were in another name to play the Pander  
To the viceroy's loose embraces, and cry aim  
While he by force, or flattery compels her  
To yield her fair name up to his foul lust,  
And after turn Apostata to the faith  
That she was breed in.  Fran. 
do but give me hearing.  
And you shall soon grant how ridiculous  
This childish fury is. A wise man never  
Attempts impossibilities; 'tis as easy  
For any single arm to quell an Army.  
As to effect your wishes; we come hither  
To learn Paulina's faith, and to redeem her,  
(Leave your revenge to heaven) I oft have told you  
Of a Relic that I gave her, which has power  
(If we may credit holy men's traditions)  
To keep the owner free from violence:  
This on her breast she wears, and does preserve  
The virtue of it by her daily prayers.  
So if she fall not by her own consent  
Which it were sin to think: I fear no force.  
Be therefore patient, keep this borrowed shape  
Till time and opportunity present us  
With some fit means to see her, which performed,  
I'll join with you in any desperate course  
For her delivery.  Vitel. 
You have charmed me sir  
And I obey in all things; Pray you pardon  
The weakness of my passion.  Fran. 
And excuse it.  
Be cheerful man for know that good intents  
Are in the end Crowned with as fair events.  Exeunt.  

Actus primus. Scena secunda.  Enter Donusa. Manto. Carazie. Donusa. 
Have you seen the Christian Captive,  
The great bassa is so enamoured of?  Manto. 
Yes an't please your Excellency  
I took a full view of her, when she was  
Presented to him.  Donu. 
And is she such a wonder  
As 'tis reported?  Mant. 
She was drowned in tears then,  
Which took much from her beauty, yet in spite  
Of sorrow, she appeared the Mistress of  
Most rare perfections; and though low of stature,  
Her well proportioned limbs invite affection;  
And when she speaks, each syllable is music  
That does enchant the hearers. But your Highness  
That are not to be paralleled, I yet never  
Beheld her equal.  Donusa. 
Come you flatter me,  
But I forgive it, we that are borne great  
Seldom distaste our servants, though they give us  
More than we can pretend too. I have heard  
That Christian Ladies live with much more freedom  
Than such as are borne here. Our jealous Turks  
Never permit their fair wives to be seen  
But at the public Bannias, or the Mosques  
And even then veiled, and guarded. Thou Carazie  
Wert borne in England, what's the cust me there  
Among your women? Come be free and merry  
I am no severe Mistress, nor hast thou met with  
A heavy bondage.  Car. 
Heavy? I was made lighter  
By two stone weight at least to be fit to serve you.  
But to your question madam, women in England  
For the most part live like Queens. Your Country Ladies  
Have liberty to hawk, to hunt, to feast:  
To give free entertainment to all comers,  
To talk, to kiss, there's no such thing known there  
As an Italian girdle. Your City Dame  
Without leave wears the breeches, has her husband  
At as much command as her Prentice, and if need be  
Can make him Cuckold by her Father's Copy.  Donusa. 
But your court Lady?  Car. 
She, I assure you madam,  
Knows nothing but her will, must be allowed  
Her Footmen, her caroche, her Ushers, her Pages,  
Her Doctor, chaplains, and as I have heard  
They are grown of late so learned that they maintain  
A strange Position, which their Lords with all  
Their wit cannot confute.  Donusa. 
What's that I prithee?  Car. 
Marry that it is not only fit but lawful,  
Your madam there, her much rest, and high feeding  
Duly considered, should to ease her husband  
be allowed a private friend. They have drawn a Bill  
To this good purpose, and the next assembly  
Doubt not to pass it.  Donu. 
we enjoy no more  
That are of the Ottoman race, though our Religion  
Allows all pleasure. I am dull, some Music  
Take my Chiapines off. So, a lusty strain  (a Galliard. 
Who knocks there?  Manto 
'tis the bassa of Aleppo  
Who humbly makes request he may present  
His service to you.  Donu. 
Reach a chair. we must  
Receive him like ourself, and not depart with  
One piece of Ceremony, stare, and greatness  
That may beget respect, and reverence  
In one that's borne our Vassal. Now admit him:  Enter Mustapha, puts of his yellow pantofles. Musta. 
The place is sacred, and I am to Enter  
The room where she abides, with such devotion  
As Pilgrims pay at Mecha, when they visit  
The Tomb of our great Prophet.  Donu. 
Rise, the sign  (The Eunuch takes up the pantofles. 
That we vouchsafe his presence.  Musta. 
May those Powers  
That raised the Ottoman Empire, and still guard it,  
Reward your Highness for this gracious favour  
You throw upon your servant. It hath pleased  
The most invincible, mightiest Amurath  
(To speak his other titles would take from him)  
That in himself does comprehend all greatness,  
To make me the unworthy instrument  
Of his command. Receive divinest Lady  (Delivers a letter. 
This letter signed by his victorious hand,  
And made Authentic by the imperial Seal.  
There when you find me mentioned, far be it from you  
To think it my ambition to presume  
At such a happiness, which his powerful will  
From his great minds magnificence, not my merit  
Hath showered upon me. But if your consent  
join with his good opinion and allowance  
To perfect what his favours have begun,  
I shall in my obsequiousness and duty  
Endeavour to prevent all just complaints,  
Which want of will to serve you, may call on me.  Donu. 
His sacred Majesty writes here that your valour  
Against the Persian hath so won upon him  
That there's no grace, or honour in his gift  
Of which he can imagine you unworthy.  
And what's the greatest you can hope, or aim at,  
It is his pleasure you should be received  
Into his Royal Family, Provided  
For so far I am unconfined, that I  
Affect and like your person. I expect not  
The Ceremony which he uses in  
Bestowing of his Daughters, and his nieces.  
As that he should present you for my slave,  
To love you, if you pleased me: or deliver  
A poniard on my least dislike to kill you.  
Such tyranny and pride agree not with  
My softer disposition. Let it suffice  
For my first answer, that thus far I grace you.  Gives him her hand to kiss 
Hereafter some time spent to make inquire  
Of the good parts, and faculties of your mind  
You shall hear further from me.  Mus. 
Though all torments  
Really suffered, or in hell imagined  
By curious fiction, in one hours' delay  
Are wholly comprehended: I confess  
That I stand bound in duty, not to check at  
whatever you command, or please to impose  
For trial of my patience.  Donu. 
Let us find  
Some other subject, too much of one Theme cloys me:  
Is't a full Mart:  Mus. 
A confluence of all nations  
Are met together? There's variety too  
Of all that merchant's traffic for.  Donu. 
I know not.  
I feel a virgin's longing to descend  
So far from mine own greatness, as to be  
Though not a buyer, yet a looker on  
Their strange commodities.  Mus. 
If without a train  
You dare be seen abroad? I'll dismiss mine.  
And wait upon you as a common man,  
And satisfy your wishes.  Donu. 
I embrace it.  
Provide my veil; and at the Postern Gate  
Convey us out unseen: I trouble you.  Musta. 
It is my happiness you deign to command me.  Exeunt.  

Actus primus. Scena tertia.  A shop discovered, Gazet in it. Francisco, and Vitelli, walking by. Gaz. 
What do you lack, your choice China dishes, your pure Venetian Crystal, of all sorts, of all neat and new fashions, from the mirror of the madam, to the private utensil of her chambermaid, and curious Pictures of the rarest beauties of Europa: what do you lack Gentlemen?  Fran. 
Take heed I say, howe'er it may appear  
Impertinent, I must express my love:  
My advice, and counsel. You are young  
And may be tempted, and these Turkish Dames  
Like English mastiffs that increase their fierceness  
By being chained up, from the restraint of freedom  
If lust once fire their blood from a fair object  
Will run a course the fiends themselves would shake as  
To enjoy their wanton ends.  Vitel. 
Sir, you mistake me  
I am too full of woe, to entertain  
One thought of pleasure: though all Europe's Queens  
Kneeled at my feet, and Courted me: much less  
To mix with such; Whose difference of faith  
Must of necessity: (or I must grant  
myself forgetful of all you have taught me)  
Strangle such base desires.  Fran. 
Be constant in  
That resolution, I'll abroad again,  
And learn as far as it is possible  
What may concern Paulina? Some two hours  
Shall bring me back.  Exit Francisco. Vi. 
All blessings wait upon you.  Gaz. 
Cold doings, Sir, a Mart do you call this? 'slight  
A pudding wife, or a Witch with a thrum Cap  
That sells Ale under ground to such as come  
To know their Fortunes, in a dead Vacation  
Have ten to one more stirring.  Vitel. 
we must be patient  Gaz. 
Your seller by retail ought to be angry  
But when he's fingering money.  Enter Grimaldy, Master, Boatswain, Saylors, Turks. Vi. 
Here are company;  
Defend me my good Angel, I behold  
A Basilisk!  Gaz. 
What do you lack? what do you lack? pure  China 
dishes, clear Crystal glasses, a dumb Mistress to  
make love too? What do you lack gentlemen?  Gri. 
Thy Mother for a Bawd, or if thou hast  
A handsome one thy sister for a Whore,  
Without these do not tell me of your trash  
Or I shall spoil your Market.  Vitel. 
— Old Grimaldi?  Gri. 
Zounds wherefore do we put to Sea, or stand  
The Raging winds aloft, or piss upon  
The foamy waves when they rage most? deride  
The thunder of the enemy's shot, board boldly  
A merchant's ship for prize, though we behold  
The desperate Gunner ready to give fire  
And blow the deck up? Wherefore shake we off  
Those scrupulous rags of charity, and conscience,  
Invented only to keep Churchmen warm,  
Or feed the hungry months of famished beggars;  
But when we touch the shore to wallow in  
All sensual pleasures.  Master. 
ay but Noble Captain  
To spare a little for an after clap  
Were not improvidence.  Gri. 
Hang consideration:  
When this is spent is not our ship the same?  
Our courage too the same to fetch in more?  
The earth where it is fertilest returns not  
More than three harvests, whilst the glorious Sun  
Posts through the Zodiac, and makes up the year:  
But the Sea, which is our Mother, (that embraceth  
Both the rich Indies in her outstretched arms)  
Yields every day a crop if we dare reap it.  
No, no my Mates, let Tradesmen think of thrift,  
And Usurers hoard up, let our expense  
Be as our comings in are without bounds:  
We are the Neptunes of the Ocean,  
And such as traffic, shall pay sacrifice  
Of their best lading; I'll have this Canvas  
Your boy wears lined with Tissue, and the cates  
You taste, served up in gold; though we carouse  
The tears of Orphans in our Greekish wines,  
The sighs of undone Widows, paying for  
The music bought to cheer us; ravished Virgins  
To slavery sold for Coin to feed our riots,  
We will have no compunction.  Gaz. 
Do you hear sir,  
We have paid for our Ground?  Grim. 
Humh.  Gaz. 
And humh too,  
For all your big words, get you further off,  
And hinder not the prospect of our shop  
Or—  Gri. 
What will you do?  Gaz. 
Nothing sir, but pray  
Your worship to give me handsel.  Gri. 
By the ears,  
Thus sir, by the ears.  Master. 
Hold, hold.  Vitel. 
You'd still be prating.  Gri. 
Come let's be drunk? than each man to his whore,  
Slight how do you look, you had best go find a Corner  
To pray in, and repent. Do, do, and cry  
It will show fine in Pirates.  Exit Grimaldi. Master. 
we must follow  
Or he will spend our shares;  Boatswain. 
I fought for mine.  Master. 
Nor am I so precise but I can drab too:  
we will not sit out for our parts,  Bot. 
Agreed.  Exeunt Master, Boatswain, Saylors. Gaz. 
The devil gnaw off his fingers, if he were  
In London among the clubs, up went his heels  
For striking of a Prentice. What do you lack,  
What do you lack gentlemen.  1 Turk. 
I wonder how the Viceroy can endure  
The insolence of this fellow.  2 Turk. 
He receives profit  
From the Prizes he brings in, and that excuses  
whatever he commits? Ha, what are these!  Enter Mustapha, Donusa, veiled. 1 T. 
They seem of rank and quality, observe 'em.  Gaz. 
What do you lack! see what you please to buy,  
Wares of all sorts most honourable Madonna.  Vitel. 
Peace sirrah, make no noise, these are not people  
To be jested with.  Donu. 
Is this the Christians' custom  
In the venting their commodities.  Mus. 
Yes best madam  
But you may please to keep your way, here's nothing,  
But toys, and trifles, not worth your observing.  Donu. 
Yes, for variety's sake pray you show us, friends,  
The chiefest of your Wares.  Vitel. 
Your ladyship's servant;  
And if in worth or Title you are more,  
My ignorance plead my pardon.  Donusa. 
He speaks well.  Vitel. 
Take down the looking glass: here is a mirror  
Steeled so exactly, neither taking from  
Nor flattering the object, it returns  
To the beholder, that Narcissus might  
(And never grow enamoured of himself:)  
View his fair feature in't.  Donusa. 
Poetical too.  Vitel. 
Here China dishes to serve in a Banquet,  
Though the voluptuous Persian sat a guest.  
Here Crystal glasses, such as Ganymede  
Did fill with Nectar to the Thunderer  
When he drank to Alcides, and received him  
In the fellowship of the gods: true to the owners.  
Corinthian plate studded with Diamonds,  
Concealed oft deadly poison; This pure metal  
So innocent is, and faithful to the Mistress  
Or Master that possesses it: that rather  
Than hold one drop that's venomous, of itself  
It flies in pieces, and deludes the Traitor.  Donu. 
How movingly could this fellow treat upon  
A worthy subject, that finds such discourse  
To grace a trifle!  Vitel. 
here's a Picture Madame  
The master pecce of Michael Angelo,  
Our great Italian workman; here's another  
So perfect at all parts that had Pygmalion  
Seen this, his prayers had been made to Venus,  
To have given it life, and his carved ivory Image  
By poets ne'er remembered. They are indeed  
The rarest beauties of the Christian world  
And nowhere to be equaled.  Donu. 
You are partial  
In the cause of those you favour I believe,  
I instantly could show you one, to theirs  
Not much inferior.  Vitel. 
With your pardon madam  
I am incredulous.  Donu. 
Can you match me this!  (Unvails herself. Vitelli. 
What wonder look I on! I'll search above  
And suddenly attend you.  Exit Vitelli. Donu. 
Are you amaze  
I'll bring you to yourself.  Breaks the glasses. Musta. 
Ha! what's the matter!  Gaz. 
My master's ware? We are undone! O strange!  
A Lady to turn roarer, and break glasses  
'tis time to shut up shop then.  Musta, 
You seem moved.  
If any Language of these Christian dogs  
Have called your anger on, in a frown show it  
And they are dead already.  Donusa. 
The offence  
Looks not so far. The foolish paltry fellow  
Showed me some trifles, and demanded of me  
For what I valued at so many aspers,  
A thousand Ducats. I confess he moved me;  
Yet I should wrong myself should such a beggar  
Receive least loss from me.  Mus. 
Is it no more?  Donu. 
No, I assure you. Bid him bring his bill  
Tomorrow to the Palace and inquire  
For one Donusa:  
That word gives him passage through all the guard;  
Say there he shall receive full satisfaction.  
Now when you please  Mus. 
I wait you.  Exeunt Mustapha, Donusa, 2. Turks. 1 Turk. 
We must not know them, let's shift off & vanish.  Gaz. 
The Swine's Pox overtake you, there's a curse  
For a Turk that eats no hog's flesh.  Vitel. 
Is she gone:  Gazet. 
Yes you may see her handiwork.  Vitel. 
No matter.  
Said she ought else?  Gaz. 
That you should wait upon her  
And there receive Court payment, and to pass  
The guards, she bids you only say you come  
To one Donusa.  Vitel. 
How! remove the wares  
Do it without reply. The sultan's niece!  
I have heard among the Turks for any Lady  
To show her face bare, argues love, or speaks  
Her deadly hatred. What should I fear, my fortune  
Is sunk so low: there cannot fall upon me  
Ought worth my shunning. I will run the hazard:  
She may be a means to free distressed Paulina.  
Or if offended, at the worst, to die  
Is a full period to calamity.   
The end of the first act.   

Actus Secundus  

Scena prima.  Enter Carazie, Manto. Car. 
In the name of wonder! Manto, what hath my Lady  
Done with herself since yesterday.  Manto. 
I know not.  
Malicious men report we are all guided  
In our affections by a wandering Planet?  
But such a sudden change in such a person,  
May stand for an example to confirm  
Their false assertion.  Car. 
she's now pettish, froward,  
Music, discourse, observance tedious to her.  Manto. 
She slept not the last night: and yet prevented  
The rising Sun in being up before him.  
Called for a costly Bath, then willed the rooms  
Should be perfumed; ransacked her Cabinets  
For her choice, and richest jewels: and appears now  
Like Cinthia in full glory, waited on  
By the fairest of the Stars.  Car, 
Can you guess the reason,  
Why the Aga of the janissaries, and he  
That guards the entrance of the inmost port  
Were called before her.  Manto. 
They are both her creatures,  
And by her grace preferred, but I am ignorant  
To what purpose they were sent for.  Enter Donusa. Car. 
Here she comes.  
Full of sad thoughts: we must stand further off.  
What a frown was that!  Manto. 
Forbear.  Car. 
I pity her.  Donu. 
What magic hath transformed me from myself?  
Where is my Virgin pride? How have I lost  
My boasted freedom? what new fire burns up  
My scorched entrails. What unknown desires  
Invade, and take possession of my soul;  
All virtuous objects vanished? Have I stood  
The shock of fierce temptations, stopped mine ears  
Against all Siren notes lust ever sung,  
To draw my bark of chastity (that with wonder  
Hath kept, a constant, and an honoured course.)  
Into the gulf of a deserved ill fame?  
Now fall unpitied? And in a moment  
With mine own hands dig up a grave to bury  
The monumental heap of all my years,  
employed in Noble actions? O my fate!  
But there is no resisting. I obey thee  
Imperious god of love, and willingly  
Put mine own Petterson, to grace thy triumph;  
'twere therefore more than cruelty in thee  
To use me like a tyrant. What poor means  
Must I make use of now? And flatter such,  
To whom; till I betrayed my liberty,  
One gracious look of mine, would have erected  
An altar to my service. How now Manto!  
My ever careful woman, and Carazie  
Thou hast been faithful too.  Car. 
I dare not call  
My life mine own since it is yours, but gladly  
Will part with it: when ere you shall command me,  
And think I fall a martyr, so my death  
May give life to your pleasures.  Manto. 
But vouchsafe  
To let me understand what you desire  
Should be effected: I will undertake it  
And curse myself for Cowardice if I paused  
To ask a reason why.  Donu. 
I am comforted,  
In the tender of your service, but shall be  
Confirmed in my full joys, in the performance  
Yet trust me: I will not impose upon you  
But what you stand engaged for, to a Mistress,  
(Such as I have been to you.) All I ask  
Is faith, and secrecy.  Car. 
Say but you doubt me,  
And to secure you I'll cut out my tongue  
I am libde in the breech already.  Manto. 
Do not hinder  
yourself by these delays.  Donusa. 
Thus then I Whisper  
Mine own shame to you.— O that I should blush  
To speak what I so much desire to do!  
And further—  Whispers, and uses vehement actions. Manto. 
Is this all.  Donusa. 
Think it not base  
Although I know the office undergoes  
A course construction.  Car. 
Course? 'tis but procuring  
A smock employment, which has made more Knights,  
In a Country I could name, than twenty years  
Of service in the field.  Donu. 
You have my ends.  Manto. 
Which say you have arrived at, be not wanting  
To yourself, and fear not us.  Car. 
I know my burden  
I'll bear it with delight,  Manto. 
Talk not, but do.  Exeunt Carazie, Manto. Do. 
O Love what poor shifts thou dost force us too!  Exit Donusa.  

Actus Secundus, Scena Secunda.  Enter Aga, Capiaga, Ianizaries. Aga. 
She was ever our good Mistress, and our maker,  
And should we check at a little hazard for her,  
we were unthankful.  Capiaga. 
I dare pawn my head,  
'tis some disguised Minion of the Court,  
Sent from great Amurath, to learn from her  
The viceroy's actions.  Aga. 
That concerns not us:  
His fall may be our rise, whate'er he be  
He passes through my guards.  Cap. 
And mine, provided  
He give the word.  Enter Vitelli. Vitel. 
To faint now being thus far,  
Would argue me of Cowardice.  Aga. 
Stand: the word.  
Or being a Christian to press thus far,  
Forfeits thy life.  Vitelli. 
Donusa.  Aga. 
Pass in peace.  Exeunt Aga, and janissaries Vit 
What a privilege her name bears.  
'tis wondrous strange!  
(The captain of the Janissaries,) If the great Officer  
The guardian of the inner port deny not,  Cap, 
Thy warrant: Speak,  
Or thou art dead.  Vitel. 
Donusa.  Capiaga. 
That protects thee, without fear, Enter.  
So: discharge the watch.  Exit Vitelli, Capiaga.  

A Secundus Scena tertia.  Enter Carazie, Manto. Car. 
Though he hath passed the Aga, and chief Porter  
This cannot be the man.  Manto. 
By her description I am sure it is.  Cara. 
O women, women!  
What are you? a great Lady dote upon  
A Haberdasher of small wares!  Manto. 
Pish, thou hast none.  Cara. 
No, if I had I might have served the turn:  
This 'tis to want munition when a man  
Should make a breach and Enter.  Enter Vitelli. Manto. 
Sir, you are welcome:  
Think what 'tis to be happy and possess it.  Car. 
Perfume the Rooms there, and make way.  
Let Music with choice notes entertain the man,  
The Princess now purposes to honour.  Vit. 
I am ravished:  Exeunt.  

Actus Secundus Scena Quarta.  A Table set forth, Jewels and Bags upon it: loud music Enter Donusa, takes a chair, to her Carazie, Vitelli, Manto. Donusa, 
Sing over the Ditty, that I last composed  
Upon my Lovesick passion's suit, your Voice  
To the Music that's placed yonder, we shall hear you  
With more delight and pleasure.  Car. 
I obey you.  Song. Vitel. 
Is not this Tempe, or the blessed shades,  
Where innocent Spirits reside? Or do I dream,  
And this a heavenly vision? Howsoever  
It is a sight too glorious to behold  
For such a wretch as I am.  Stands amazed. Car. 
He is daunted.  Mant. 
Speak to him Madam, cheer him up, or you  
Destroy what you have builded.  Car. 
Would I were furnished  
With his artillery, and if I stood  
Gaping as he does, hang me.  Vit. 
That I might ever dream thus.  kneels. Donu. 
Banish amazement,  
You, wake; your debtor tells you so, your debtor,  
And to assure you that I am a substance  
And no aerial figure, thus I raise you.  
Why do you shake? My soft touch brings no Ague,  
No biting frost is in this palm: Nor are  
My looks like to the Gorgon's head, that turn  
Men into Statues, rather they have power  
(Or I have been abused) where they bestow  
Their influence (let me prove it truth in you)  
To give to dead men motion.  Vitel. 
Can this be?  
May I believe my senses? Dare I think  
I have a memory? Or that you are  
That excellent creature, that of late disdained not  
To look on my poor trifles.  Donu. 
I am she.  Vitell. 
The owner of that blessed name Donusa,  
Which like a potent charm, although pronounced  
By my profane, but much unworthier tongue,  
Hath brought me safe to this forbidden place,  
Where Christian yet ne'er trod.  Donu. 
I am the same.  Vitell. 
And to what end, great Lady pardon me,  
That I presume to ask, did your command  
Command me hither? or what am I? to whom  
You should vouchsafe your favours; nay, your angers?  
If any wild or uncollected speech  
Offensively delivered, or my doubt  
Of your unknown perfections, have displeased you,  
You wrong your indignation, to pronounce  
yourself my sentence: to have seen you only,  
And to have touched that fortune-making hand,  
Will with delight weigh down all tortures, that  
A flinty hangman's rage could execute,  
Or rigid tyranny command with pleasure.  Donu. 
How the abundance of good flowing to thee,  
Is wronged in this simplicity: and these bounties  
Which all our Eastern Kings have kneeled in vain for,  
Do by thy ignorance, or wilful fear,  
Meet with a false construction. Christian, know  
(For till thou art mine by a nearer name,  
That title though abhorred here, takes not from  
Thy entertainment) that 'tis not the fashion  
Among the greatest and the fairest Dames,  
This Turkish Empire gladly owes, and bows to:  
To punish where there's no offence, or nourish  
Displeasures against those, without whose mercy  
They part with all felicity. Prithee be wise,  
And gently understand me; Do not force her  
That ne'er knew aught but to command, not ere read  
The elements of affection, but from such  
As gladly sued to her, in the infancy  
Of her new born desires, to be at once  
Importunate, and immodest.  Vitel. 
Did I know.  
Great Lady your commands, or to what purpose  
This personated passion tends, (since 'twere  
A crime in me deserving death, to think  
It is your own: I should to make you sport  
Take any shape you please to impose upon me:  
And with joy strive to serve you.  Donu. 
Sport? thou art cruel,  
If that thou canst interpret my descent,  
From my high birth and greatness? But to be  
A part in which I truly act myself.  
And I must hold thee for a dull spectator  
If it stir not affection, and invite  
Compassion for my sufferings. Be thou taught  
By my example, to make satisfaction  
For wrongs unjustly offered. Willingly  
I do confess my fault; I injured thee  
In some poor petty trifles; Thus I pay for  
The trespass I did to thee. Here receive  
These bags stuffed full of our imperial coin,  
Or if this payment be too light, take here  
These Gems for which the slavish Indian diues  
To the bottom of the main? Or if thou scorn  
These as base dross (which take but common minds)  
But fancy any honour in my gift  
(Which is unbounded as the sultan's Power)  
And be possessed of't.  Vitel. 
I am overwhelmed:  
With the weight of happiness you throw upon me.  
Nor can it fall in my imagination,  
What wrong I ere have done you: and much less  
How like a Royal Merchant to return  
Your great magnificence.  Donu. 
They are degrees,  
Not ends of my intended favours to thee.  
These seeds of bounty I yet scatter on  
A glebe I have not tried, but be thou thankful  
The harvest is to come.  Vitel. 
What can be added  
To that which I already have received,  
I cannot comprehend.  Donusa. 
The tender of  
Myself. Why dost thou start! and in that gift,  
Full restitution of that Virgin freedom  
Which thou hast robbed me of. Yet I profess  
I so far prize the lovely thief that stole it,  
That were it possible thou couldst restore  
What thou unwittingly hast ravished from me,  
I should refuse the present.  Vitelli. 
How I shake  
In my constant resolution! and my flesh  
Rebellious to my better part now tells me,  
As if it were a strong defence of frailty.  
A Hermit in a desert trenched with prayers  
Could not resist this battery.  Donu. 
Thou an Italian?  
Nay more I know't, a natural Venetian,  
Such as are Courtiers borne to please fair Ladies,  
Yet come thus slowly on?  Vitel. 
Excuse me madam,  
What imputation soe'er the world  
Is pleased to lay upon us: in myself  
I am so innocent that I know not what 'tis  
That I should offer.  Donusa. 
By instinct I'll teach thee,  
And with such ease as love makes me to ask it.  
When a young Lady wrings you by the hand thus,  
Or with an amorous touch presses your foot  
Looks babies in your eyes, plays with your locks,  
Do not you find without a tutor's help  
What 'tis she looks for.  Vitelli. 
I am grown already  
Skilful in the mystery.  Donu. 
Or if thus she kiss you,  
Than tastes your lips again.  Vitel. 
That latter blow  
Has beat all chaste thoughts from me.  Donu. 
Say she points to  
Some private room, the Sun beams never enters,  
Provoking dishes, passing by to heighten  
Declined appetite, active Music ushering  
Your fainting steps, the waiters too as borne dumb,  
Not daring to look on you.  Exit, inviting him to follow. Vitelli. 
Though the Devil  
Stood by, and roared, I follow: now I find  
That virtue's but a word, and no sure guard  
If set upon by beauty, and reward.  Exeunt.  

Actus Secundus, Scaena Quinta.  Enter Aga, Capiaga, Grimaldi, Master, Boatswain, &c. Aga. 
The Devils in him i think.  Gri. 
Let him be damned too  
I'll look on him though he stared as wild as hell,  
Nay I'll go near to tell him to his teeth  
If he mends not suddenly, and proves more thankful,  
We do him too much service, were't not for shame now  
I could turn honest and forswear my trade,  
Which next to being trust up at the main yard  
By some low country butterbox, I hate  
As deadly as I do fasting, or long grace  
When meat cools on the table.  Capi. 
But take heed,  
You know his violent nature.  Gri. 
Let his Whores  
And Catamites, know't, I understand myself,  
And how unmanly 'tis to sit at home  
And rail at us, that run abroad all hazards:  
If every week we bring not home new pillage,  
For the fatting his Seraglio.  Enter Asambeg, Mustapha. Aga. 
Here he comes.  Capi. 
How terrible he looks?  Gri. 
To such as fear him:  
The viceroy Asambeg were he the sultan's self  
He will let us know a reason for his fury,  
Or we must take leave without his allowance  
To be merry with our ignorance.  Asam. 
Mahomet's hell  
Light on you all, you crouch, and cringe now, where  
Was the terror of my just frowns, when you suffered  
Those thieves of Malta, almost in our harbour  
To board a ship, and bear her safely off,  
While you stood idle lookers on?  Aga. 
The odds  
In the men and shipping, and the suddenness  
Of their departure yielding us no leisure  
To send forth others to relieve our own,  
deterred us mighty Sir.  Asam. 
deterred you cowards?  
How durst you only entertain the knowledge  
Of what fear was, but in the not performance  
Of our command? in me great Amurah spoke,  
My voice did echo to your ears his thunder,  
And wild you like so many seaborn-Tritons,  
Armed only with the Trumpets of your courage,  
To swim up to her, and like Remoras.  
Hanging upon her keel, to stay her flight  
Till rescue sent from us, had fetched you off,  
You think you are safe now; who durst but dispute it  
Or make it questionable, if this moment  
I charged you from you hanging cliff, that glasses  
His rugged forehead in the neighbour lake,  
To throw yourselves down headlong? or like faggots  
To fill the ditches of defended Forts,  
While on your backs we marched up to the breach  Gri. 
That would not I.  Asam. 
Ha?  Gri. 
Yet I dare as much  
As any of the sultan's boldest sons,  
(Whose heaven, and hell, hang on his frown, or smile,)  
His warlike janissaries.  Asam. 
Add one syllable more  
Thou dost pronounce upon thyself a sentence  
That earthquake-like will swallow the  Gri. 
Let it open,  
I'll stand the hazard, those contemned thieves  
Your fellow Pirates Sir, the bold Maltese  
Whom with your looks you think to quell, at Rhodes  
laughed at great Soliman's anger: and if treason  
Had not delivered them into his power,  
He had grown old in glory as in years.  
At that so fatal siege, or risen with shame  
His hopes, and threats deluded.  Asambeg. 
Our great Prophet  
How have I lost my anger, and my Power!  Grima. 
Find it and use it on thy flatterers:  
And not upon thy friends that dare speak truth,  
These Knights of Malta but a handful to  
Your armies that drink rivers up, have stood  
Your fury at the height, and with their crosses  
Struck pale your horned moons; These men of Malta  
Since I took pay from you, I have met and fought with.  
Upon advantage too. Yet to speak truth  
By the soul of honour, I have ever found them  
As provident to direct, and bold to do  
As any trained up in your discipline:  
ravished from other nations.  Mus. 
I perceive  
The lightning in his fiery looks, the cloud  
Is broke already.  Gri. 
Think not therefore sir,  
That you alone are Giants, and such Pigmies  
You war upon.  Asam. 
Villain I'll make thee know  
Thou hast blasphemed the Ottoman power, and safer  
At noon day might have given fire to St Marks  
Your proud Venetian Temple. seize upon him;  
I am not so near reconciled to him  
To bid him die: that were a benefit  
The dog's unworthy off, to our use confiscate  
All that he stands possessed of: Let him taste  
The misery of want, and his vain riots  
Like to so many walking Ghosts affright him  
Where ere he sets his desperate foot. Who is't  
That does command you?  Grimal. 
Is this the reward  
For all my service, and the rape I made  
On fair Paulina.  Asam. 
Drag him hence, he dies  
That dallies but a minute.  Botes. 
What's become  Grimaldi dragged off, his head covered. Exeunt Master and Boatswain. 
Of our shares now Master.  Must. 
Would he had been borne dumb:  
The beggar's cure, patience is all that's left us.  Maust. 
'twas but intemperance of speech, excuse him  
Let me prevail so far. Fame gives him out  
For a deserving fellow.  Asam. 
At Aleppo  
I durst not press you so far, give me leave  
To use my own will and command in Tunis  
And if you please my privacy.  Musta. 
I will see you  
When this high wind's blown over.  Exit Mustapha. Asam. 
So shall you find me  
Ready to do you service. Rage now leave me  
Stern looks, and all the ceremonious forms  
Attending on dread Majesty, fly from  
Transformed Asambeg, why should I hug  plucks out a guilt key. 
So near my heart, what leads me to my prison?  
Where she that is enthralled commands her keeper,  
And robs me of the fierceness I was borne with.  
Stout men quake at my frowns, and in return  
I tremble at her softness. Base Grimaldi  
But only named Paulina, and the charm  
Had almost choked my fury ere I could  
Pronounce his sentence. Would when first I saw her  
Mine eyes had met with lightning, and in place  
Of hearing her enchanting tongue, the shrieks  
Of Mandrakes had made music to my slumbers,  
For now I only walk a loving dream  
And but to my dishonour never wake,  
And yet am blind, but when I see the object,  
And madly dote on it. Appear bright spark  opens a door, Paulina discovered comes forth. 
Of all perfection: any simile  
Borrowed from Diamonds, or the fairest stars  
To help me to express, how dear I prize  
The unmatched graces, will rise up and chide me  
For poor detraction.  Pau. 
I despise thy flatteries  
Thus spit at'em, and scorn 'em, and being armed  
In the assurance of my innocent virtue  
I stamp upon all doubts, all fears, all tortures  
Thy barbarous cruelty, or what's worse, thy dotage  
(The worthy parent of thy jealousy)  
Can shower upon me.  Asam. 
If these bitter taunts  
Ravish me from myself, and make me think  
My greedy ears receive Angelical sounds,  
How would this tongue tuned to a loving note  
Invade, and take possession of my soul  
Which then I durst not call mine own.  Pau. 
Thou art false,  
Falser than thy religion. Do but think me  
Something above a beast; nay more, a monster,  
Would fright the Sun to look on, and then tell me  
If this base usage, can invite affection?  
If to be mewed up, and excluded from  
Humane society; the use of pleasures;  
The necessary, not superfluous duties  
Of servants to discharge those offices,  
I blush to name.  Asam. 
Of servants? can you think  
That I that dare not trust the eye of Heaven  
To look upon your beauties, that deny  
myself the happiness to touch your pureness  
Will ere consent an Eunuch, or bought handmaid  
Shall once approach you? there is something in you  
That can work Miracles, or I am cozened,  
Dispose and alter sexes. To my wrong  
In spite of nature. I will be your nurse,  
Your woman, your physician, and your fool,  
Till with your free consent, which I have vowed  
Never to force, you grace me with a name  
That shall supply all these.  Paul. 
What is't?  Asa. 
Your husband.  Pau. 
My hangman when thou pleasest.  Asam. 
Thus I guard me,  
Against your further angers.  Puts to the door and locks it. Paul. 
Which shall reach thee  
Though I were in the Centre.  Asam. 
Such a spirit  
In such a small proportion I ne'er read of  
Which time must alter, ravish her I dare not  
The magic that she wears about her neck,  
I think defends her, this devotion paid  
To this sweet Saint, mistress of my sour pain  
'tis fit I take mine own rough shape again.  Exit Asambeg.  

Actus Secundus, Scaena Sexta.  Enter Franciso, Gazet. Fran. 
I think he's lost.  Gazet. 
'tis ten to one of that,  
I ne'er knew Citizen turn Courtier yet,  
But he lost his credit, though he saved himself  
Why, look you sir, there are so many lobbies,  
Out offices, and disputations here  
Behind these Turkish hangings, that a Christian  
Hardly gets off but circumcised.  Fran. 
I am troubled  Enter Vitelli, Carazie, Manto, 
Troubled exceedingly. Ha! what are these?  Gaz. 
One by his rich suit should be some french Ambassador  
For his train I think they are Turks.  Fran. 
Peace, be not seen.  Cara. 
You are now past all the guards, and undiscovered  
You may return.  Vitel. 
There's for your pains, forget not  
My humblest service to the best of Ladies.  Manto. 
Deserve her favour sir, in making haste  
For a second entertainment.  Vitel. 
Do not doubt me,  Exeunt Carazi, Manto. 
I shall not live till then.  Gaz. 
The train is vanished  
They have done him some good office he's so free  
And liberal of his gold. Ha, do I dream,  
Or is this mine own natural Master;  Fran. 
'tis he,  
But strangely metamorphosed. You have made sir.  
A prosperous voyage, heaven grant it be honest,  
I shall rejoice then too.  Gaz. 
You make him blush  
To talk of honesty, you were but now  
In the giving vain, and may think of Gazet  
Your worship's prentice.  Vitel. 
There's gold, be thou free too  
And Master of my shop, and all the wares  
we brought from Venice.  Gaz. 
Rivo then.  Vitel. 
Dear sir  
This place affords not privacy for discourse  
But I can tell you wonders, my rich habit  
Deserves least admiration; there's nothing  
That can fall in the compass of your wishes  
Though it were to redeem a thousand slaves  
From the Turkish galleys, or at home to erect  
Some pious work, to shame all Hospitals,  
But I am master of the means.  Fran. 
'tis strange.  Vitel. 
As I walk I'll tell you more.  Gaz. 
Pray you a word Sir,  
And then I will put on. I have one boon more.  Vitel. 
What is't? speak freely.  Gaz. 
Thus then, as I am Master  
Of your Shop, and wares, pray you help me to some trucking  
With your last she customer, though she crack my best piece  
I will endure it with patience.  Vitel. 
Leave your prating.  Gaz. 
I may, you have been doing, we will do too.  Fran. 
I am amazed, yet will nor blame, nor chide you,  
Till you inform me further. Yet must say  
They steer not the right course, nor traffic well,  
That seek a passage to reach Heaven, through Hell.  Exeunt   

Actus Tertius.  

Scaena prima,  Enter Donusa, Manto. Donusa. 
When said he, he would come again?  Manto. 
He swore,  
Short Minutes should be tedious Ages to him,  
Until the tender of his second service,  
So much he seemed transported with the first.  Donu. 
I am sure I was. I charge thee Manto tell me  
By all my favours, and my bounties truly  
Whether thou art a Virgin, or like me  
Hast forfeited that name.  Manto. 
A Virgin madam?  
At my years being a waiting-woman, and in Court to?  
That were miraculous. I so long since lost  
That barren burden, I almost forget  
That ever I was one.  Donu. 
And could thy friends  
Read in thy face, thy maidenhood gone, that thou  
Hadst parted with it?  Manto. 
Noah indeed. I passed  
For currant many years after, till by fortune,  
Long and continued practice in the sport  
Blew up my deck, a husband then was found out  
By my indulgent father, and to the world  
All was made whole again. What need you fear then  
That at your pleasure may repair your honour  
Durst any envious, or malicious tongue,  
Presume to taint it?  Donu. 
How now?  Enter Carazie. Cara. 
Madam, the bassa  
Humbly desires access.  Donu. 
If it had been  
My neat Italian, thou hadst met my wishes.  
Tell him we would be private.  Cara. 
So I did,  
But he is much importunate.  Manto. 
Best dispatch him  
His lingering here else will deter the other,  
From making his approach.  Donu. 
His entertainment  
Shall not invite a second visit, go  
Say we are pleased.  Enter Mustapha. Musta. 
All happiness.  Donu. 
be sudden  
'twas saucy rudeness in you sir to press  
On my retirements, but ridiculous folly  
To waste the time that might be better spent  
In complemental wishes.  Cara. 
There's a coolling  
For his hot encounter.  Donu. 
Come you here to stare?  
If you have lost your tongue, and use of speech,  
Resign your government, there's a mutes place void  
In my uncle's Court I hear, and you may work me  
To write for your preferment.  Musta. 
This is strange!  
I know not Madam, what neglect of mine  
Has called this scorn upon me.  Donu. 
To the purpose  
My will's a reason, and we stand not bound  
To yield account to you.  Must. 
Not of your angers,  
But with erected ears I should hear from you  
The story of your good opinion of me  
confirmed by love, and favours.  Donu. 
How deserved?  
I have considered you from head to foot,  
And can find nothing in that wainscot face,  
That can teach me to dote, nor am I taken  
With your grim aspect, or toadpool-like complexion,  
Those scars you glory in, I fear to look on;  
And had much rather hear a merry tale  
Then all your battles won with blood and sweat,  
Though you belch forth the stink too, in the service,  
And swear by your mustachioes all is true.  
You are yet too rough for me, purge and take physic,  
Purchase perfumers, get me some French tailor,  
To new create you; the first shape you were made with  
Is quite worn out, let your barber wash your face too,  
You look yet like a bugbear to fright children,  
Till when I take my leave, wait me Carazie.  Exeunt Must. 
Stay you my Lady's Cabinet key.  Donu. Car. Mant. 
How's this sir?  Must. 
Stay and stand quietly, or you shall fall else,  
Not to firk your belly up flounder like, but never  
To rise again. Offer but to unlock  
These doors that stop your fugitive tongue (observe me)  
And by my fury, I'll fix there this bolt  
To bar thy speech for ever. So, be safe now  
And but resolve me, not of what I doubt  
But bring assurance to a thing believed,  
Thou mak'st thyself a fortune, not depending  
On the uncertain favours of a Mistress,  
But art thyself one. I'll not so far question  
My judgement, and observance, as to ask  
Why I am slighted, and contemned, but in  
Whose favour it is done. I that have read  
The copious volumes of all women's falsehood,  
Commented on by the heart breaking groans  
Of abused lovers, all the doubts washed off  
With fruitless tears, the spider's cobweb veil  
Of arguments, allege in their defence,  
Blown off with sighs of desperate men, and they  
Appearing in their full deformity:  
Know that some other hath displanted me,  
With her dishonour. Has she given it up?  
Confirm it in two syllables?  Manto. 
She has.  Musta. 
I cherish thy confession thus, and thus,  gives her jewels. 
be mine, again I court thee thus, and thus  
Now prove but constant to my ends.  Manto. 
By all—  Must. 
Enough, I dare not doubt thee. O land crocodiles  
Made of Egyptian slime, accursed women!  
But 'tis no time to rail: come my best Manto.  Exeunt  

Actus tertius, Scaena Secunda.  Enter Vitelli, Francisco. Vitel 
Sir, as you are my confessor, you stand bound  
Not to reveal whatever I discover  
In that Religious way: nor dare I doubt you.  
Let it suffice, you have made me see my follies,  
And wrought perhaps compunction; For I would not  
Appear an hypocrite. But when you impose  
A penance on me, beyond flesh, and blood  
To undergo: you must instruct me how  
To put off the condition of a man:  
Or if not pardon, at the least, excuse  
My disobedience. Yet despair not sir,  
For though I take mine own way, I shall do  
Something that may hereafter to my glory,  
Speak me your Scholar.  Fran. 
I enjoin you not  
To go, but send.  Vitel. 
That were a petty trial  
Not worth one so long taught, and exercised  
Under so grave a master. Reverend Francisco  
My friend, my father, in that word, my all;  
Rest confident, you shall hear something of me  
That will redeem me in your good opinion,  
Or judge me lost for ever. Send Gazet  
(She shall give order that he may have entrance)  
To acquaint you with my fortunes.  Exit Vitelli. Fran. 
Go and prosper,  
Holy Saints guide and strengthen thee. Howsoever  
As my endeavours are, so may they find  
Gracious acceptance.  Enter Gazet, Grimaldi, in rags. Gaz. 
Now you do not roar sir  
You speak not tempests, nor take ear-rent from  
A poor shopkeeper. Do you remember that sir,  
I wear your marks here still.  Fran. 
Can this be possible?  
All wonders are not ceased then.  Grimal. 
Do, abuse me,  
Spit on me, spurn me, pull me by the nose,  
Thrust out these fiery eyes, that yesterday  
Would have looked thee dead.  Graz. 
O save me sir.  Gri. 
Fear nothing,  
I am tame, and quiet, there's no wrong can force me  
To remember what I was. I have forgot,  
I e'er had ireful fierceness, a steeled heart,  
Insensible of compassion to others,  
Nor is it fit that I should think myself  
Worth mine own pity, Oh.  Fran. 
Grows this dejection,  
From his disgrace do you say?  Gaz. 
Why he's cashiered sir,  
His ships, his goods, his livery-punks confiscate,  
And there is such a punishment laid upon him,  
The miserable rogue must steal no more,  
Nor drink, nor drab.  Fran. 
Does that torment him?  Gazet. 
O Sir!  
Should the State take order to bar men of acres,  
From those two laudable recreations,  
Drinking, and whoring, how should Panders purchase,  
Or thrifty Whores build Hospitals? slid if I  
That since I am made free, may write myself,  
A City gallant, should forfeit two such charters  
I should be stoned to death, and ne'er be pitied,  
By the liveries of those companies.  Fran. 
You'll be whipped sir,  
If you bridle not your tongue. Haste to the Palace  
Your Master looks for you.  Gaz. 
My quondam Master,  
Rich sons forget they ever had poor fathers,  
In servants 'tis more pardonable; as a companion,  
Or so, I may consent, but is there hope sir,  
He has got me a good chapwoman? pray you write  
A word or two in my behalf.  Fran. 
Out rascal.  Gaz, 
I feel some insurrections.  Fran. 
Hence.  Gaz. 
I vanish.  Exit Gazet. Gri. 
Why should I study a defence, or comfort?  
In whom black guilt, and misery if balanced,  
I know not which would turn the scale, look upward  
I dare not, for should it but be believed,  
That I (died deep in hell's most horrid colours,)  
Should dare to hope for mercy, it would leave  
No check or feeling, in men innocent  
To catch at sins, the devil ne'er taught mankind yet,  
No, I must downward, downward, though repentance  
Could borrow all the glorious wings of grace,  
My mountainous weight of sins, would crack their pinions,  
And sink them to hell with me.  Fran. 
Dreadful! hear me,  
Thou miserable man.  Grima. 
Good sir deny not,  
But that there is no punishment beyond  
Damnation.  Enter Master, Boatswain. Master. 
Yonder he is, I pity him.  Botes. 
Take comfort Captain, we live still to serve you,  Gri. 
Serve me? I am a devil already, leave me,  
Stand further off, you are blasted else, I have heard  
Schoolmen affirm man's body is composed  
Of the four elements, and as in league together  
They nourish life; So each of them affords  
Liberty to the soul, when it grows weary  
Of this fleshy prison. Which shall I make choice of?  
The fire? no (I shall feel that hereafter)  
The earth will not receive me. Should some whirlwind  
Snatch me into the air: and I hang there,  
Perpetual plagues would dwell upon the earth.  
And those superior bodies that power down  
Their cheerful influence deny to pass it,  
Through those vast regions I have infected.  
The (Sea) I that is justice there, I ploughed up  
Mischief as deep as Hell there: there I'll hide  
This cursed lump of clay may it turn Rocks  
Where plummets weight could never reach the sands.  
And grind the ribs of all such barks as press  
The Ocean's breast in my unlawful course.  
I haste then to thee, let thy ravenous womb  
Whom all things else deny, be now my tomb.  Exit Gri. Master. 
Follow him and restrain him.  Fran. 
Let this stand  
For an example to you. I'll provide  
A lodging for him, and apply such cures  
To his wounded conscience, as heaven hath lent me.  
he's now my second care: and my profession  
Binds me to teach the desperate to repent  
As far as to confirm the innocent.  Exeunt.  

Actus tertius, Scaena tertia.  Enter Asambeg, Mustapha, Aga, Capiaga. Asambeg. 
Your pleasure,  Mus. 
I'll exact your private ear,  
And when you have received it, you will think  
Too many know it.  Exeunt Aga, Capiaga. Asambeg. 
Leave the room, but be  
Within our call. Now sir, what burning secret brings you  
(With which it seems you are turned Cinders)  
To quench in my advice, or power?  Mustapha. 
The fire  
Will rather reach you.  Asam. 
Me?  Musta. 
And consume both,  
For 'tis impossible to be put out  
But with the blood of those that kindle it:  
And yet one vial of it is so precious,  
It being borrowed from the Ottoman spring,  
That better 'tis I think, both we should perish  
Then prove the desperate means that must restrain it,  
From spreading further.  Asam. 
To the point, and quickly.  
These winding circumstances in relations  
Seldom environ truth.  Musta. 
Truth Asambeg?  Asam. 
Truth Mustapha. I said it, and add more  
You touch upon a string that to my ear,  
does sound Donusa.  Musta. 
You then understand  
Who 'tis I aim at.  Asam. 
Take heed Mustapha,  
Remember what she is, and whose we are;  
'tis her neglect perhaps, that you complain of,  
And should you practise to revenge her scorn,  
With any plot to taint her in her honour,  Musta. 
Hear me.  Asam. 
I will be heard first, there's no tongue  
A subject owes, that shall out thunder mine.  Musta. 
Well take your way.  Asam. 
I then again repeat it  
If Mustapha dares with malicious breath  
(On jealous suppositions) presume  
To blast the blossom of Donusa's Fame  
Because he is denied a happiness  
Which men of equal, nay of more desert,  
Have sued in vain for.  Musta. 
More?  Asam. 
More. 'twas I spoke it,  
The bassa of Natolia and myself  
Were Rivals for her, either of us brought  
More Victories, more Trophies, to plead for us  
To our great Master, than you dare lay claim to,  
Yet still by his allowance she was left  
To her election, each of us owed nature  
As much for outward form, and inward worth  
To make way for us to her grace and favour,  
As you brought with you. We were heard, repulsed  
Yet thought it no dishonour to sit down,  
With the disgrace; if not to force affection,  
May merit such a name.  Musta. 
Have you done yet?  Asa. 
Be therefore more than sure the ground on which  
You raise your accusation, may admit  
No undermining of defence in her,  
For if with pregnant and apparent proofs  
Such as may force a judge, more than inclined  
Or partial in her cause to swear her guilty;  
You win not me to set off your belief,  
Neither our ancient friendship, nor the rites,  
Of sacred hospitality (to which  
I would not offer violence) shall protect you:  
Now when you please.  Must. 
I will not dwell upon  
Much circumstance, yet cannot but profess  
With the assurance of a loyalty,  
Equal to yours, the reverence I owe,  
The Sultan, and all such his blood makes sacred;  
That there is not a vein of mine which yet is  
Unemptied in his service, but this moment  
Should freely open, so it might wash off  
The stains of her dishonour, could you think?  
Or though you saw it credit your own eyes?  
That she, the wonder and amazement of  
Her sex, the pride, and glory of the empire,  
That hath disdained you, slighted me, and boasted  
A frozen coldness which no appetite,  
Or height of blood could thaw, should now so far  
Be hurried with the violence of her lust,  
As in it burying her high birth and fame,  
Basely descend to fill a Christians' arms  
And to him yield her Virgin honour up,  
Nay sue to him to take't.  Asam. 
A Christian?  Must. 
Temper  
Your admiration: and what Christian think you?  
No Prince disguised; no man of mark, nor honour,  
No daring undertaker in our service,  
But one whose lips her foot should scorn to touch,  
A poor mechanic-pedlar.  Asam. 
He?  Must. 
Nay more,  
Whom do you think she made her scout, nay bawd,  
To find him out but me? What place makes choice of  
To wallow in her foul and loathsome pleasures,  
But in the palace? Who the instruments  
Of close conveyance, but the captain of  
Your guard the Aga, and that man of trust  
The warden of the inmost port? I'll prove this,  
And though I fail to show her in the act,  
Glued like a neighing jennet to her Stallion,  
Your incredulity shall be convinced  
With proofs I blush to think on.  Asam. 
Never yet,  
This flesh felt such a fever, by the life  
And fortune of great Amurath, should our prophet  
(Whose name I bow to) in a vision speak this,  
'twould make me doubtful of my faith: lead on,  
And when my eyes, and ears, are like yours, guilty,  
My rage shall then appear, for I will do  
Something; but what, I am not yet determined.  Exeunt.  

Actus Tertius, Scaena Quarta.  Enter Carazie, Manto, Gazet. Carazie. 
They are private to their wishes,  Mant. 
Doubt it not.  Gaz. 
A pretty structure this! a court do you call it?  
vaulted and arched: O here has been old jumbling  
Behind this arras.  Car. 
Prithee let's have some sport,  
With this fresh Codshead.  Manto. 
I am out of tune,  
But do as you please. My conscience! tush the hope  
Of liberty throws that burden off,  
I must go watch, and make discovery.  Exit. Cara. 
He's musing,  
And will talk to himself, he cannot hold,  
The poor fool's ravished.  Gazet. 
I am in my master's clothes,  
They fit me to a hair too, let but any  
Indifferent gamester measure us inch, by inch,  
Or weigh us by the standard, I may pass  
I have been proved, and proved again, true mettle.  Car. 
How he surveys himself.  Gaz. 
I have heard that some  
Have fooled themselves at Court into good fortunes,  
That never hoped to thrive by wit in the City,  
Or honesty in the Country. If I do not  
Make the best laugh at me, he weep for myself,  
If they give me hearing. 'tis resolved I'll try  
What may be done. By your favour sir, I pray you  
Were you borne a Courtier?  Cara. 
No sir, why do you ask?  Gaz. 
Because I thought that none could be preferred,  
But such as were begot there.  Car. 
O sir! many, and howsoe'er you are a Citizen borne,  
Yet if your mother were a handsome woman,  
And ever longed to see a Mask at Court,  
It is an even lay but that you had  
A Courtier to your Father; and I think so;  
You bear yourself so sprightly.  Gaz. 
It may be,  
But pray you sir, had I such an itch upon me  
To change my copy, is there hope a place  
May be had here for money?  Car. 
Not without it  
That I dare warrant you.  Gaz. 
I have a pretty stock,  
And would not have my good parts undiscovered,  
What places of credit are there?  Car. 
There's your Beglerbeg.  Gaz. 
By no means that, it comes too ne'er the beggar  
And most prove so that come there.  Car. 
Or your Sanzacke.  Gaz. 
Saus-iacke fie none of that.  Car. 
Your Chiaus.  Gaz. 
Not that.  Car. 
Chief Gardener.  Gaz. 
Out upon't,  
'twill put me mind my Mother was an herb-woman,  
What is your place I pray you?  Car. 
Sir an eunuch.  Gaz. 
An eunuch! very fine, i'faith, an eunuch!  
And what are your employments? neat and easy.  Car. 
In the day I wait on my Lady when she eats,  
Carry her pantofles, bear up her train  
Sing her asleep at night, and when she pleases  
I am her bedfellow.  Gaz. 
How? her bedfellow,  
And lie with her?  Car. 
Yes, and lie with her.  Gaz. 
O rare!  
I'll be an Eunuch, though I sell my shop for't  
And all my wares.  Car. 
It is but parting with  
A precious stone or two. I know the price on't.  Gaz. 
I'll part with all my stones, and when I am  
An Eunuch, I'll so toss and touse the Ladies;  
Pray you help me to a chapman.  Car. 
The court Surgeon  
Shall do you that favour.  Gaz. 
I am made! an Eunuch!  Enter Manto. Manto. 
Carazie, quit the room.  Car. 
Come sir, we'll treat of  
Your business further.  Gaz. 
Excellent! an Eunuch!  Exeunt.  

Actus Tertius. Scaena Quinta.  Enter Donusa, Vitelli. Vitelli, 
Leave me, or I am lost again, no prayers,  
No penitence, can redeem me.  Donusa. 
Am I grown  
Old, or deformed since yesterday?  Vitel. 
You are still,  
Although the sating of your lust hath sullied  
The immaculate whiteness of your Virgin beauties,  
Too fair for me to look on. And though pureness,  
The sword with which you ever fought, and conquered,  
Is ravished from you by unchaste desires,  
You are too strong for flesh and blood to treat with,  
Though iron grates were interposed between us,  
To warrant me from treason.  Donusa. 
Whom do you fear?  Vitel. 
That humane frailty I took from my mother,  
That, as my youth increased, grew stronger on me,  
That still pursues me, and though once recovered  
In scorn of reason, and what's more, religion,  
A gain seeks to betray me.  Donusa. 
If you mean sir,  
To my embraces, you turn rebel to  
The laws of nature, the great Queen, and Mother  
Of all productions, and deny allegiance.  
Where you stand bound to pay it.  Vitel. 
I will stop  
Mine ears against these charms, which if Ulysses  
Could live again, and he are this second Siren,  
Though bound with Cables to his Mast, his Ship too  
Fastened with all her Anchors, this enchantment  
Would force him in despite of all resistance,  
To leap into the Sea, and follow her,  
Although destruction with outstretched arms,  
Stood ready to receive him.  Donusa. 
Gentle sir,  
Though you deny to hear me, yet vouchsafe  
To look upon me. Though I use no language  
The grief for this unkind repulse, will print  
Such a dumb eloquence upon my face,  
As will not only plead, but prevail for me.  Vitelli, 
I am a coward, I will see and hear you,  
The trial else is nothing, Nor the conquest,  
My temperance shall crown me with hereafter,  
Worthy to be remembered. Up my virtue  
And holy thoughts, and resolutions arm me,  
Against this fierce temptation; give me voice  
Tuned to a zealous anger to express  
At what an overvalue I have purchased,  
The wanton treasure of your Virgin bounties,  
That in their false fruition heap upon me  
Despair, and horror; that I could with that ease  
Redeem my forfeit innocence, or cast up  
The poison I received into my entrails,  
From the alluring cup of your enticements  
As now I do deliver back the price,  returns the Casket. 
And salary of your lust: or thus unclothe me  
Of sins gay trappings, (the proud livery  Throws off his cloak and doublet. 
Of wicked pleasure) which but worn, and heated  
With the fire of entertainment, and consent,  
Like to Alcides' fatal shirt, tears off  
Our flesh, and reputation both together,  
Leaving our ulcerous follies bore, and open,  
To all malicious censure.  Donu. 
You must grant,  
If you hold that a loss to you, mine equals,  
If not transcends it. If you then first tasted  
That poison as you call it, I brought with me  
A palate unacquainted with the relish  
Of those delights which most (as I have heard)  
Greedily swallow; and then the offence  
(If my opinion may be believed)  
Is not so great: howe'er, the wrong no more  
than if Hippolitus and the Virgin Huntress,  
Should meet and kiss together.  Vitel. 
What defences  
Can lust raise to maintain a precipice  Asambeg and Musta. above 
To the Abyss of looseness? but affords not  
The least stair, or the fastening of one foot,  
To reascend that glorious height we fell from.  Musta. 
By Mahomet she courts him.  Asam. 
Nay kneels to him;  
Observe the scornful villain turns away too,  
As glorying in his conquest.  Donu. 
Are you Marble?  kneels 
If Christians have mothers, sure they share in  
The tigress' fierceness, for if you were owner  
Of humane pity, you could not endure  
A Princes to kneel to you, or look on  
These falling tears which hardest rocks would soften,  
And yet remain unmoved. Did you but give me  
A taste of happiness in your embraces  
That the remembrance of the sweetness of it  
Might leave perpetual bitterness behind it?  
Or showed me what it was to be a wife,  
To live a widow ever?  Asam. 
She has confessed it;  Enter Capiaga, Aga, with others. 
seize on him villains. O the furies.  Donusa. 
How!  Asambeg and Mustapha descend. 
Are we betrayed?  Vitel. 
The better, I expected  
A Turkish Faith.  Donu. 
Who am I that you dare this?  
'tis I that do command you to forbear  
A touch of violence.  Aga. 
We already Madam  
Have satisfied your pleasure further than  
we know to answer it.  Capi. 
Would we were well off,  
We stand too far engaged I fear.  Donu. 
For us?  
We'll bring you safe off, who dares contradict  
What is our pleasure?  Enter Asambeg, Mustapha. Asam. 
Spurn the dog to prison,  
I'll answer you anon.  Vitel. 
What punishment  
soe'er I undergo, I am still a Christian.  Ex. with Vitel. Donu. 
What bold presumption's this? under what law  
Am I to fall that set my foot upon  
Your Statutes and decrees?  Musta. 
The crime committed  
Our Alcoran calls death.  Donu. 
Tush, who is here  
That is not Amurath's slave, and so unfit  
To sit a judge upon his blood?  Asam. 
You have lost  
And shamed the privilege of it, robbed me to  
Of my soul, my understanding to behold  
Your base unworthy fall, from your high virtue.  Donu. 
I do appeal to Amurah.  Asam. 
We will offer  
No violence to your person, till we know  
His sacred pleasure, till when under guard  
You shall continue here.  Donusa. 
Shall?  Asam. 
I have said it.  The Guard leads off Donusa. Donu. 
We shall remember this.  Asam. 
It ill becomes  
Such as are guilty to deliver threats  
Against the innocent. I could tear this flesh now,  
But 'tis in vain, nor must I talk but do:  
Provide a well made galley for Constantinople,  
Such sad news never came to our great Master;  
As he directs, we must proceed, and know  
No will but his, to whom what's ours we owe.  Exeunt.  
The end of the third Act.   

Actus Quartus,  

Scaena Prima.  Enter Master, Boatswain. Master. 
He does begin to eat?  Botes. 
A little, Master,  
But our best hope for his recovery, is that  
His raving leaves him, and those dreadful words,  
Damnation, and despair, with which he ever  
Ended all his discourses are forgotten.  Mast. 
This stranger is a most religious man sure,  
And I am doubtful whether his charity,  
In the relieving of our wants, or care  
To cure the wounded conscience of Grimaldi,  
Deserves more admiration.  Botes. 
Can you guess  
What the reason should be that we never mention  
The Church, or the high Altar, but his melancholy  
Grows, and increases on him?  Maist. 
I have heard him  
(When he gloried to profess himself an Atheist,)  
Talk often and with much delight and boasting,  
Of a rude prank he did ere he turned Pirate,  
The memory of which, as it appears,  
Lies heavy on him.  Botes. 
Pray you let me understand it.  Maist. 
Upon a solemn day when the whole City  
joined in devotion, and with barefoot steps  
Passed to S. Marks, the Duke and the whole Signiory,  
Helping to perfect the Religious pomp,  
With which they were received; when all men else  
Were full of tears, and groaned beneath the weight  
Of past offences (of whose heavy burden  
They came to be absolved and freed,) our Captain,  
Whether in scorn of those so pious rites  
He had no feeling of, or else drawn to it  
Out of a wanton irreligious madness,  
(I know not which) ran to the holy man,  
As he was of doing the work of grace,  
And snatching from his hands the sanctified means  
Dashed it upon the pavement.  Botes. 
How escaped he?  
It being a deed deserving death with torture.  Mast. 
The general amazement of the people  
Gave him leave to quit the Temple, and a gondola,  
(Prepared it seems before) brought him aboard,  
Since which he ne'er saw Venice. The remembrance  
Of this, it seems, torments him; aggravated  
With a strong belief he cannot receive pardon  
For this foul fact, but from his hands against whom  
It was committed.  Botes. 
And what course intends  
His heavenly Physician, reverend Francisco,  
To beat down this opinion.  Mast. 
He promised  
To use some holy and religious fineness,  
To this good end, and in the mean time charged me  
To keep him dark, and to admit no visitants  
But on no terms to cross him. Here he comes.  Enter Grimaldi, with a Book. Gri. 
For theft! he that restores treble the value,  
Makes satisfaction, and for want of means  
To do so, as a slave must serve it out  
Till he hath made full payment. there's hope left here  
O with what willingness would I give up  
My liberty to those that I have pillaged  
And wish the numbers of my years though wasted  
In the most sordid slavery might equal  
The rapines I have made, till with one voice  
My patient sufferings, might exact from my  
Most cruel creditors, a full remission,  
An eyes loss with an eye, limbs with a limb,  
A sad account! yet to find peace within here,  
Though all such as I have maimed, and dismembered  
In drunken quarrels, or o'ercome with rage  
When they were given up to my power, stood here now  
And cried for restitution; to appease 'em,  
I would do a bloody justice on myself;  
Pull out these eyes that guided me to ravish  
Their sight from others; lop these legs that bore me  
To barbarous violence, with this land cut off  
This instrument of wrong, till nought were left me  
But this poor bleeding limbless trunk, which gladly  
I would divide among them.  
Ha! what think I  
Of petty forfeitures, in this reverend habit,  
(All that I am turned into eyes) I look on  
A deed of mine so fiendlike, that repentance,  
Though with my tears I taught the sea new tides,  
Can never wash off; all my thefts, my rapes  
Are venial trespasses compared to what  
I offered to that shape, and in a place too  
Where I stood bound to kneel to't.  kneels Enter Francisco in a Cape like a Bishop. Fran. 
'tis forgiven,  
I with his tongue (whom in these sacred vestments  
With impure hands thou didst offend) pronounce it,  
I bring peace to thee, see that thou deserve it  
In thy fair life hereafter.  Gri. 
Can it be!  
Dare I believe this vision, or hope  
A pardon ere may find me?  Fran. 
Purchase it  
By zealous undertakings, and no more  
'twill be remembered.  Gri. 
What celestial balm  
I feel now poured into my wounded conscience?  
What penance is there I'll not undergo  
Though ne'er so sharp and rugged, with more pleasure  
Than flesh and blood ere tasted, show me true sorrow,  
Armed with an iron whip, and I will meet  
The stripes she brings along with her, as if  
They were the gentle touches of a hand,  
That comes to cure me. Can good deeds redeem me?  
I will rise up a wonder to the world,  
When I have given strong proofs how I am altered,  
I that have sold such as professed the Faith,  
That I was borne in, to captivity,  
Will make their number equal, that I shall  
Deliver from the oar; and win as many  
By the clearness of my actions, to look on  
Their misbelief, and loathe it. I will be  
A convoy for all Merchants: and thought worthy  
To be reported to the world hereafter,  
The child of your devotion, nursed up  
And made strong by your charity, to break through  
All danger's Hell can bring forth to oppose me;  
Nor am I though my fortunes were thought desperate,  
Now you have reconciled me to myself,  
So void of worldly means, but in despite  
Of the proud Viceroys, wrongs I can do something  
To witness of my change; when you please try me,  
And I will perfect what you shall enjoin me,  
Or fall a joyful Martyr.  Fran. 
You will reap  
The comfort of it, live yet undiscovered,  
And with your holy meditations strengthen  
Your Christian resolution, ere long  
You shall hear further from me.  Exit Francisco. Grimal. 
I'll attend  
All your commands with patience; come my Mates,  
I hitherto have lived an ill example,  
And as your Captain lead you on to mischief,  
But now will truly labour, that good men  
May say hereafter of me to my glory,  
Let but my power and means, hand with my will,  
His good endeavours, did weigh down his ill.  Exeunt Grimaldi, Master, Boatswain. Enter Francisco. Fran. 
This penitence is not counterfeit, howsoever  
Good actions are in themselves rewarded,  
My travails to meet with a double crown,  
If that Vitelli come off safe, and prove  
Himself the Master of his wild affections,  Enter Gaz. 
O I shall have intelligence, how now Gazet,  
Why these sad looks and tears?  Gaz. 
Tears sir? I have lost  
My worthy Master, your rich heir seems to mourn for  
A miserable father, your young widow  
Following a bedrid husband to his grave,  
Would have her neighbours think she cries, and roars,  
That she must part with such a goodman do nothing,  
When 'tis because he stays so long above ground,  
And hinders a rich suitor: all is come out sir,  
We are smoked for being coney-catchers, my master  
Is put in prison, his she customer  
Is under guard to, these are things to weep for;  
But mine own loss considered, and what a fortune  
I have, as they say, snatched our of my chops,  
Would make a man run mad.  Fran. 
I scarce have leisure,  
I am so wholly taken up with sorrow,  
For my loved pupil to inquire thy fate,  
Yet I will hear it.  Gaz. 
Why sir, I had bought a place,  
A place of credit to, and had gone through with it  
I should have been made an Eunuch, there was honour,  
For a late poor prentice, when upon the sudden  
There was such a hurlyburly in the Court,  
That I was glad to run away and carry  
The price of my office with me.  Fran. 
Is that all?  
You have made a saving voyage, we must think now,  
Though not to free, to comfort sad Vitelli,  
My grieved soul suffers for him.  Gazet. 
I am sad too;  
But had I been an Eunuch  Fran. 
Think not on it.  Exeunt.  

Actus Quartus, Scaena Secunda.  Enter Asambeg. unlocks the door, leads forth Paulina. Asam. 
Be your own guard; obsequiousness, and service  
Shall win you to be mine. Of all restraint  
For ever take your leave, no threats shall awe you,  
No jealous doubts of mine disturb your freedom,  
No feed spies, wait upon your steps, your virtue  
And due consideration in yourself,  
Of what is Noble, are the faithful helps  
I leave you as supporters to defend you,  
From falling basely.  Paul. 
This is wondrous strange  
Whence flows this alteration?  Asam. 
From true judgement,  
And strong assurance, neither grates of iron,  
hemmed in with walls of brass, strict guards, high birth,  
The forfeiture of Honour, nor the fear  
Of infamy, or punishment, can stay  
A woman slaved to appetite from being  
False, and unworthy.  Paul. 
You are grown Satirical  
Against our sex, why sir I durst produce  
myself in our defence, and from you challenge  
A testimony not to be denied,  
All fall not under this unequal censure,  
I that have stood your flatteries, your threats  
Bore up against your fierce temptations; scorned  
The cruel means you practised to supplant me,  
Having no arms to help me, to hold out  
But love of piety, and constant goodness,  
If you are unconfirmed, dare again boldly  
Enter into the lists, and combat with  
All opposites man's malice can bring forth  
To shake me in my chastity built upon  
The rock of my religion.  Asam. 
I do wish  
I could believe you, but when I shall show you  
A most incredible example of  
Your frailty in a Princess, sued and sought to  
By men of worth, of rank, of eminence; courted  
By happiness itself, and her cold temper  
Approved by many years; yet she to fall,  
Fall from herself, her glories, nay her safet,  
Into a gulf of shame, and black despair,  
I think you'll doubt yourself, or in beholding  
Her punishment for ever be deterred  
From yielding basely.  Paul. 
I would see this wonder;  
'tis sir my first petition.  Asam. 
And thus granted;  
Above you shall observe all.  Paul. steps aside. Enter Must. Must. 
Sir I sought you  
And must relate a wonder, since I studied  
And knew what man was, I was never witness  
Of such invincible fortitude as this Christian  
Shows in his sufferings, all the torments that  
We could present him with to fright his constancy  
Confirmed, not shook it; and those heavy chains  
That eat into his flesh, appeared to him  
Like bracelets made of some loved mistress hairs  
We kiss in the remembrance of her favours.  
I am strangely taken with it, and have lost  
Much of my fury.  Asam. 
Had he suffered poorly  
It had called on my contempt, but manly patience  
And all commanding virtue, wins upon  
An enemy. I shall think upon him, ha!  Enter Aga with a black box. 
So soon returned? this speed pleads in excuse  
Of your late fault, which I no more remember.  
What's the grand signior's pleasure?  Aga. 
'tis enclosed here  
The box to, that contains it, may inform you  
How he stands affected: I am trusted with  
Nothing but this, on forfeit of your head  
She must have a speedy trial.  Asam. 
Bring her in  
In black as to her funeral, 'tis the colour  
Her fault will her to wear, and which, in justice  
I dare not pity, sit and take your place,  
However in her life she has degenerated  
May she die nobly, and in that confirm  
Her greatness, and high blood.  A solemn music. A guard. The Aga, and Capiaga, leading in Donusa in black, her train borne up by Carazie, and Manto. Musta. 
I now could melt;  
But soft compassion leave me.  Fran. 
I am affrighted  
With this dismal preparation. Should the enjoying  
Of loose desires find ever such conclusions,  
All Women would be Vestals.  Donu. 
That you clothe me  
In this sad livery of death, assures me  
Your sentence is gone out before, and I  
To late am called, for, in my guilty cause  
To use qualification, or excuse—  
Yet must I not part so with mine own strengths,  
But borrow from my modesty boldness, to  
inquire by whose authority you sit  
My judges, and whose warrant digs my grave  
In the frowns you dart against my life?  Asam. 
See here  
This fatal sign, and warrant this brought to  
A General fighting in the head of his  
Victorious troops, ravishes from his hand  
His even then conquering sword; this shown unto  
The sultan's brothers, or his sons, delivers  
His deadly anger, and all hopes laid by  
Commands them to prepare themselves for heaven.  
Which would stand with the quiet of your soul  
To think upon, and imitate.  Donusa. 
Give me leave  
A little to complain, first of the hard  
Condition of my fortune, which may move you  
Though not to rise up intercessors for me  
(Yet in remembrance of my former life,  
This being the first spot, tainting mine honour)  
To be the means to bring me to his presence;  
And thou I doubt not, but I could allege  
Such reasons in mine own defence, or plead  
So humbly (my tears helping) that it should  
Awake his sleeping pity.  Asam. 
'tis in vain.  
If you have aught to say you shall have hearing,  
And in me think him present.  Donusa. 
I would thus then  
First kneel, and kiss his feet, and after tell him  
How long I had been his darling, what delight  
My infant years afforded him; how dear  
He prized his sister, in both bloods, my mother;  
That she like him had frailty, that to me  
Descends as an inheritance, then conjure him  
By her blessed ashes, and his father's soul,  
The sword that rides upon his thigh, his right hand  
Holding the Sceptre and the Ottoman fortune,  
To have compassion on me.  Asam. 
But suppose  
(As I am sure) he would be deaf, what then  
Could you infer?  Donusa. 
I then would thus rise up,  
And to his teeth tell him he was a tyrant,  
A most voluptuous, and insatiable Epicure  
In his own pleasures: which he hugs so dearly,  
As proper, and peculiar to himself,  
That he denies a moderate lawful use  
Of all delight to others. And to thee  
Unequal judge I speak as much, and charge thee  
But with impartial eyes to look into  
thyself, and then consider with what justice  
Thou canst pronounce my sentence. Unkind nature,  
To make weak women servants, proud men Masters  
Indulgent Mahomet, do thy bloody laws  
Call my embraces with a Christian, death?  
Having my heat and May of youth to plead  
In my excuse? and yet want power to punish  
These that with scorn break through thy Cobweb edicts  
And laugh at thy decrees? to tame their lusts  
There's no religious bit, let her be fair  
And pleasing to the eye, though Persian, moor,  
Idolatress, Turk, or Christian, you are privileged  
And freely may enjoy her. At this instant  
I know, unjust man, thou hast in thy power  
A lovely Christian Virgin; thy offence  
Equal, if not transcending mine, why then  
We being both guilty dost thou not descend  
From that usurped Tribunal and with me  
Walk hand in hand to death?  Asam. 
She raves, and we  
Lose time to hear her: read the Law,  Donusa. 
Do, do,  
I stand resolved to suffer.  Asa. 
If any Virgin of what degree or quality soever, borne a natural Turk, shall be convicted of corporal looseness, and incontinence, with any Christian, she is by the decree of our great Prophet Mahomet to lose her head.  Asam. 
Mark that, then tax our justice.  Aga. 
Ever provided that if she, the said offender, by any reasons, arguments or persuasion, can win and prevail with the said Christian offending with her, to alter his religion, and marry her, that then the winning of a soul to the Mahometan sect, shall acquit her from all shame, disgrace and punishment whatsoever.  Donu. 
I lay hold on that clause and challenge from you  
The privilege of the Law.  Musta. 
What will you do?  Donu. 
Grant me access and means, I'll undertake  
To turn this Christian Turk, and marry him:  
This trial you cannot deny.  Must. 
O base!  
Can fear to die make you descend so low  
From your high birth, and brand the ottoman line  
With such a mark of infamy?  Asam. 
This is worse  
Than the parting with your honour, better suffer  
Ten thousand deaths, and without hope to have  
A place in our great prophet's Paradise,  
Then have an act to after times remembered  
So foul as this is.  Musta. 
Cheer your spirits Madam,  
To die is nothing, 'tis but parting with  
A mountain of vexations.  Asam. 
Think of your honour;  
In dying nobly you make satisfaction  
For your offence, and you shall live a story  
Of bold Heroic courage.  Donu. 
You shall not fool me  
Out of my life, I claim the Law and sue for  
A speedy trial; if I fail, you may  
Determine of me as you please.  Asam. 
Base woman!  
But use thy ways, and see thou prosper in 'em  
For if thou fall again into my power  
Thou shalt in vain after a thousand tortures  
Cry out, for death, that death which now thou fliest from  
Unloose the prisoners chains, go lead her on  
To try the Magic of her tongue; I follow:  
I am on the rack, descend my best Paulina.   

Actus Quartus. Scaena Tertia.  Enter Franciso, jailor. Fran. 
I come not empty handed, I will purchase  
Your favour at what rate you please. There's gold.  Jailor, 
'tis the best oratory. I will hazard  
A check for your content below there?  Vitelli, 
Welcome.  Vitelli under the Stage. 
Art thou the happy messenger that brings me  
News of my death?  Iay. 
Your hand.  Vitelli placked up. Fran. 
Now if you please,  
A little privacy.  Iay. 
You have bought it sir,  
Enjoy it freely.  Exit jailor. Fran. 
O my dearest pupil,  
Witness these tears of joy, I never saw you  
Till now look lovely; nor durst I ere glory  
In the mind of any man I had built up  
With the hands of virtuous, and religious precepts,  
Till this glad minute. Now you have made good  
My expectation of you. By my order,  
All Roman Caesars, that led kings in chains  
Fast bound to their triumphant chariots, if  
Compared with that true glory, and full luster  
You now appear in, all their boasted honours  
Purchased with blood, and wrong, would lose their names  
And be no more remembered.  Vitelli. 
This applause  
Confirmed in your allowance joys me more,  
Than if a thousand full crammed Theatres  
Should clap their eager hands to witness that  
The Scene I act did please, and they admire it.  
But these are (father) but beginnings, not  
The ends of my high aims. I grant to have mastered  
The rebel appetite of flesh and blood  
Was far above my strength; and still owe for it  
To that great power that lent it. But when I  
Shall make't apparent, the grim looks of death  
Affright me not, and that I can put off  
The fond desire of life (that like a garment  
Covers, and clothes our frailty) hastening to  
My martyrdom, as to a heavenly banquet,  
To which I was a choice invited guest.  
Then you may boldly say, you did not plough  
Or trust the barren, and ungrateful lands  
With the fruitful grain of your religious counsels.  Fran. 
You do instruct your teacher. Let the Sun  
Of your clear life (that lends to good men light)  
But set as gloriously, as it did rise,  
Though sometimes clouded) you may write nil vltra  
To humane wishes.  Vitel. 
I have almost gained  
The end of the race, and will not faint, or tire now.  Enter Aga and jailer. Aga. 
Sir by your leave (nay stay not) I bring comfort;  
The Viceroy taken with the constant bearing  
Of your afflictions, and presuming to  
You will not change your temper, does command  
Your irons should be ta'en off. Now arm yourself  
With your old resolution, suddenly  the chain taken off. 
You shall be visited, you must leave the room to  
And do it without reply.  Fran. 
There's no contending,  
be still thyself my son.  Exit Francisco. Vitel. 
'tis not in man  Enter Danu. Asam. Musta. Paul. 
To change or alter me.  Paul. 
When do I look on?  
My brother? 'tis he! but no more my tongue,  
Thou wilt betray all.  Asam. 
Let us hear this temptress,  
The fellow looks as he would stop his ears  
Against her powerful spells.  Paul. 
He is undone else.  Vitel. 
I'll stand th'encounter, charge me home.  Donu. 
I come sir,  bows herself. 
A beggar to you, and doubt not to find  
A good man's charity, which if you deny,  
You are cruel to yourself, a crime, a wiseman  
(And such I hold you) would not willingly  
Be guilty of, nor let it find less welcome  
Though I (a creature you contemn) now show you  
The way to certain happiness, nor think it  
Imaginary, or fantastical,  
And so not worth th'acquiring, in respect  
The passage to it is nor rough nor thorny;  
No steep hills in the way which you must climb up;  
No monsters to be conquered; no enchantments  
To be dissolved by counter charms, before  
You take possession of it.  Vitel. 
What strong poison  
Is wrapped up in these sugared pills?  Donu. 
My suit is  
That you would quit your shoulders of a burden  
Under whose ponderous weight you wilfully  
Have too long groaned, to cast those fetters off,  
With which with your own hands you chain your freedom  
Forsake a severe, nay imperious mistress,  
Whose service does exact perpetual cares,  
Watchings, and troubles, and give entertainment  
To one that courts you, whose least favours are  
Variety, and choice of all delights  
Mankind is capable of.  Vitel. 
You speak in riddles.  
What burden, or what mistress? or what fetters?  
Are those you point at?  Donu. 
Those which your religion,  
The mistress you too long have served, compels you  
To bear with slave-like patience.  Vitel. 
Ha!  Paul. 
How bravely  
That virtuous anger shows!  Donu. 
Be wise and weigh  
The prosperous success of things, if blessings  
Are donatives from Heaven (which you must grant  
Were blasphemy to question) and that  
They are called down, and poured on such as are  
Most gracious with the great disposer of 'em,  
Look on our flourishing Empire; if the splendour,  
The Majesty, and glory of it dim not  
Your feeble sight; and then turn back, and see  
The narrow bounds of yours, yet that poor remnant  
Rent in as many factions, and opinions,  
As you have petty kingdoms, and then if  
You are not obstinate against truth and reason,  
You must confess the Deity you worship  
Wants care, or power to help you.  Paul. 
Hold out now  
And then thou art victorious.  Asam. 
How he eyes her!  Musta. 
As if he would look through her  Asam. 
His eyes flame too,  
As threatening violence.  Vitel. 
But that I know  
The Devil thy Tutor fills each part about thee,  
And that I cannot play the exorcist  
To dispossess thee, unless I should tear  
Thy body limb by limb, and throw it to  
The furies that expect it, I would now  
Pluck out that wicked tongue, that hath blasphemed  
That great omnipotency at whose nod  
The fabric of the World shakes. Dare you bring  
Your juggling Prophet in comparison with  
That most inscrutable, and infinite essence  
That made this all, and comprehends his work?  
The place is too profane to mention him  
Whose only name is sacred. O Donusa!  
How much in my compassion I suffer,  
That thou, on whom this most excelling form  
And faculties of discourse, beyond a woman,  
Were by his liberal gift conferred, shouldst still  
Remain in ignorance of him that gave it?  
I will not foul my mouth to speak the Sorceries  
Of your seducer, his base birth, his whoredoms,  
His strange impostures; nor deliver how  
He taught a Pigeon to feed in his ear,  
Then made his credulous followers believe  
It was an Angel that instructed him  
In the framing of his Alcoran. Pray you mark me.  Asam. 
These words are death, were he in nought else guilty.  Vitelli. 
Your intent to win me  
To be of your belief proceeded from  
Your fear to die. Can there be strength in that  
Religion, that suffers us to tremble  
At that which every day, nay hour we haste to?  Donu. 
This is unanswerable and there's something tells me  
I err in my opinion.  Vitelli. 
Cherish it  
It is a Heavenly prompter, entertain  
This holy motion, and wear on your forehead  
The Sacred badge he arms His servants with,  
You shall, like me, with scorn look down upon  
All engines tyranny can advance to batter  
Your constant resolution. Then you shall  
Look truly fair, when your mind's pureness answers  
Your onward beauties.  Donusa. 
I came here to take you,  
But I perceive a yielding in myself  
To be your prisoner.  Vitelli, 
'tis an overthrow  
That will outshine all victories. O Donusa,  
Die in my faith like me, and 'tis a marriage  
At which celestial Angels shalt be waiters,  
And such as have been Sainted welcome us,  
Are you confirmed?  Donu. 
I would be; but the means  
That may assure me?  Vitelli, 
Heaven is merciful,  
And will not suffer you to want a man,  
To do that sacred office, build upon it.  Donu. 
Then thus I spit at Mahomet.  Asam 
Stop her mouth:  
In death to turn Apostata! I'll not hear  
One syllable from any; wretched creature!  
With the next rising Sun prepare to die.  
Yet Christian, in reward of thy brave courage,  
be thy faith right, or wrong, receive this favour.  
In person I'll attend thee to thy death,  
And boldly challenge all that I can give  
But what's not in my grant, which is to live.  Exeunt.  
The end of the fourth Act   

Actus Quintus,  

Scaena Prima.  Enter Vitelli, Francisco. Fran. 
You are wondrous brave, and jocund.  Vitelli. 
Welcome Father.  
Should I spare cost, or not wear cheerful looks  
Upon my wedding day, it were ominous  
And showed I did repent it, which I dare not,  
It being a marriage, howsoever sad  
In the first ceremonies that confirm it,  
That will for ever arm me against fears,  
Repentance, doubts, or jealousies, and bring  
Perpetual comforts, peace of mind, and quiet  
To the glad couple.  Fran. 
I well understand you;  
And my full joy to see you so resolved  
Weak words cannot express. What is the hour  
Designed for this solemnity?  Vitel. 
The sixth,  
Something before the setting of the Sun  
We take our last leave of his fading light,  
And with our souls eyes seek for beams eternal,  
Yet there's one scruple with which I am much  
Perplexed, and troubled, which I know you can  
Resolve me of.  Fran. 
What is't?  Vitelli. 
This sir, my Bride  
Whom I first courted, and then won (not with  
Loose lays, poor flatteries, apish compliments,  
But Sacred, and Religious zeal) yet wants  
The holy badge that should proclaim her fit  
For these Celestial Nuptialls; willing she is,  
I know, to wear it, as the choicest jewel  
Or her fair forehead; but to you, that well  
Could do that work of Grace, I know the Viceroy  
Will never grant access. Now in a case  
Of this necessity, I would gladly learn,  
Whether in me a layman, without orders,  
It may not be religious, and lawful  
As we go to our deaths to do that office?  Fran. 
A question in itself, with much ease answered;  
Midwives upon necessity perform it,  
And Knights that in the Holy-Land fought for  
The freedom of Jerusalem, when full  
Of sweat, and enemy's blood, have made their Helmets  
The fount, out of which with their holy hands  
They drew that heavenly liquour, 't was approved then  
By the Holy Church, nor must I think it now  
In you a work less pious.  Vitel. 
You confirm me,  
I will find a way to do it. In the mean time  
Your holy vows assist me.  Fran. 
They shall ever  
Be present with you.  Vitel. 
You shall see me act  
This last Scene to the life.  Fran. 
And though now fall,  
Rise a blessed Martyr.  Vitel. 
That's my end, my all.  Exeunt.  

Actus Quintus, Scaena Secunda.  Enter Grimaldi, Master, Boatswain, Saylors. Botes. 
Sir, if you slip this opportunity,  
Never expect the like.  Mast. 
With as much ease now  
We may steal the ship our of the harbour, Captain,  
As ever Gallants in a wanton bravery  
Have set upon a drunken Constable,  
And bore him from a sleepy rug-gowned watch:  
Be therefore wise.  Gri. 
I must be honest too  
And you shall wear that shape, you shall observe me,  
If that you purpose to continue mine,  
Think you ingratitude can be the parent  
To our unfeigned repentance? do I owe  
A peace within here, Kingdoms could not purchase,  
To my religious creditor, to leave him  
Open to danger, the great benefit  
Never remembered? no, though in her bottom.  
We could stow up the tribute of the Turk,  
Nay, grant the passage safe too: I will never  
Consent to weigh an Anchor up, till he,  
That only must, commands it.  Botsw. 
This Religion  
Will keep us slaves and Beggars.  Mast. 
The Fiend prompts me  
To change my copy: Plague upon't, we are Seamen,  
What have we to do with't, but for a snatch, or so,  
At the end of a long Lent?  Botesw. 
Mum, see who is here?  Enter Francisco. Grim. 
My Father!  Fran. 
My good convert. I am full  
Of serious business which denies me leave  
To hold long conference with you: Only thus much  
Briefly receive; a day, or two, at the most  
Shall make me fit to take my leave of Tunis,  
Or give me lost for ever.  Grim. 
days, nor years,  
Provided, that my stay may do you service,  
But to me shall be minutes.  Franc. 
I much thank you:  
In this small scroll you may in private read  
What my intents are, and as they grow ripe  
I will instruct you further. In the mean time  
Borrow your late distracted looks, and gesture;  
The more dejected you appear, the less  
The Viceroy must suspect you.  Grim. 
I am nothing,  
But what you please to have me be.  Franc. 
Farewell sir,  
Be cheerful Master, something we will do  
That shall reward itself in the performance,  
And that's true prize indeed.  Mast. 
I am obedient.  Exeunt. Grimaldi. Botesw. 
And I, there's no contending.  Mast. Botsw. Fran. 
Peace to you all.  
Prosper thou great Existence my endeavours,  
As they religiously are undertaken,  
And distant equally from servile gain,  Enter Paul. Carzi. and Manto. 
Or glorious ostentation. I am heard  
In this blessed opportunity, which in vain  
I long have waited for. I must show myself.  
O she has found me. Now if she prove right  
All hope will not forsake us.  Paul. 
Farther off,  
And in that distance know your duties too.  
You were bestowed on me as slaves to serve me  
And not as spies to pry into my actions,  
And after to betray me. You shall find  
If any look of mine be unobserved,  
I am not ignorant of a mistress power,  
And from whom I receive it.  Cara. 
Note this, Manto.  
The pride, and scorn, with which she entertains us  
Now we are made hers by the viceroy's gift.  
Our sweet conditioned princess, fair Donusa,  
Rest in her death wait on her, never used us  
With such contempt. I would he had sent me  
To the Galleys, or the Gallows, when he gave me  
To this proud little devil.  Manto. 
I expect  
All tyrannous usage, but I must be patient;  
And though ten times a day, she tears these locks,  
Or makes this face her footstool, 'tis but justice.  Paul. 
'tis a true story of my fortunes, father,  
My chastity preserved by miracle,  
Or your devotions for me; and believe it,  
What outward pride soe'er I counterfeit,  
Or state to these appointed to attend me,  
I am not in my disposition altered,  
But still your humble daughter and share with you  
In my poor brother's sufferings, all bells torments  
Revenge it on accursed Grimaldi's soul  
That in his rape of me gave a beginning  
To all the miseries that since have followed  
Be charitable, and forgive him gentle daughter;  
he's a changed man, and may redeem his fault  
In his fair life hereafter. You must bear too  
Your forced captivity (for 'tis no better,  
Though you wear golden fetters) and of him,  
Whom death affrights not, learn to hold out nobly.  Paul. 
You are still the same good counsellor.  Fran. 
And who knows  
(Since what above is purposed, is inscrutable)  
But that the viceroy's extreme dotage on you  
May be the parent of a happier birth  
Than yet our hopes dare fashion. Longer conference  
May prove unsafe for you, and me, however  
Perhaps for trial he allows you freedom.  delivers a paper. 
From this learn therefore what you must attempt,  
Though with the hazard of yourself, heaven guard you,  
And give Vitelli patience, than I doubt not  
But he will have a glorious day since some  
Hold truly, such as suffer, overcome.  Exeunt.  

Actus Quintus, Scaena Tertia.  Enter Asambeg, Mustapha, Aga, Capiaga. Asam. 
What we commanded, see performed, and fail not  
In all things to be punctual.  Aga. 
We shall sir.  Exeunt Aga, Capiaga. Must. 
'tis strange that you should use such circumstance  
To a delinquent of so mean condition.  Asam. 
Had he appeared in a more sordid shape  
Then disguised greatness ever deigned to mask in,  
The gallant bearing of his present fortune  
Aloud proclaims him noble.  Musta 
If you doubt him,  
To be a man built up for great employments,  
And as a cunning spy sent to explore  
The City's strength, or weakness, you by torture  
May force him to discover it.  Asam. 
That were base;  
Nor dare I do such injury to Virtue  
And bold assured courage, neither can I  
Be won to think, but if I should attempt it,  
I shoot against the Moon. He that hath stood  
The roughest battery, that captivity  
Could ever bring to shake a constant temper,  
Despised the fawnings of a future greatness,  
By beauty in her full perfection tendered;  
That hears of death as of a quiet slumber,  
And from the surplusage of his own firmness  
Can spare enough of fortitude, to assure  
A feeble woman; will now, Mustapha  
Be altered in his soul for any torments  
We can afflict his body with?  Musta. 
Do your pleasure,  
I only offered you a friend's advice,  
But without gall, or envy to the man  
That is to suffer. But what do you determine  
Of poor Grimaldi? the disgrace called on him  
I here has run him mad.  Asam. 
There weigh the difference  
In the true temper of their minds. The one,  
A Pirate sold to mischiefs, rapes, and all  
That make a slave relentless, and obdurate;  
Yet of himself wanting the inward strengths  
That should defend him, sinks beneath compassion  
Or pity of a man; where as this merchant,  
Acquainted only with a civil life,  
Armed in himself; entrenched, and fortified  
With his own virtue, valuing life and death,  
At the same price, poorly does not invite  
A favour, but commands us do him right,  
Which unto him, and her (we both once honoured  
As a just debt I gladly pay ''em; they enter,  
Now sit we equal hearers.  A dreadful music, at one door; The Aga, janissaries, Vitelli, Francisco, Gazet: at the other, Donusa, Paulina, Carazie, Manto. Musta. 
I shall hear  
And see, sir, without passion, my wrongs arm me.  Vitel. 
A joyful preparation! To whose bounty  
Owe we our thanks for gracing thus our Hymen?  
The notes though dreadful to the ear, sound here  
As our Epithalamium were sung  
By a Celestial choir, and a full Chorus  
Assure us future happiness. These that lead me  
Gaze not with wanton eyes upon my bride,  
Nor for their service are repaid by me  
With jealousies, or fears; nor do they envy  
My passage to those pleasures from which death  
Cannot deter me. Great sir pardon me;  
Imagination of the joys I haste to,  
Made me forget my duty, but the form  
And ceremony past, I will attend you,  
And with our constant resolution feast you,  
Not with course cates, forgot as soon as tasted,  
But such as shall, while you have memory,  
Be pleasing to the palate.  Fran. 
Be not lost  
In what you purpose.  Exit Francisco. Gaz. 
Call you this a marriage?  
It differs little from hanging, I cry at it.  Vite. 
See where my bride appears! in what full luster?  
As if the Virgins that bear up her train,  
Had long contended to receive an honour  
Above their births, in doing her this service.  
Nor comes she fearful to meet those delights,  
Which once passed over, immortal pleasures follow.  
I need not therefore comfort, or encourage  
Her forward steps, and I should offer wrong  
To her mind's fortitude, should I but ask  
How she can brook the rough high going Sea,  
Over whose foamy back our ship well rigged  
With hope and strong assurance must transport us.  
Nor will I tell her when we reach the Haven  
(Which tempests shall not hinder) what loud welcome  
Shall entertain us; nor commend the place,  
To tell whose least perfection would strike dumb  
The eloquence of all boasted in story,  
Though joined together.  Donu. 
'tis enough my dearest;  
I dare not doubt you, as your humble shadow  
Lead where you please, I follow.  Vitelli. 
One suit sir,  
And willingly I cease to be a beggar,  
And that you may with more security hear it,  
Know 'tis not life I'll ask, nor to defer  
Our deaths, but a few minutes.  Asam. 
Speak, 'tis granted.  Vitel. 
We being now to take our latest leave  
And grown of one belief, I do desire  
I may have your allowance to perform it  
But in the fashion which we Christians use  
Upon the like occasions.  Asam. 
'tis allowed of.  Vitel. 
My service; haste Gazet to the next spring,  
And bring me of it.  Gazet. 
Would I could as well  
Fetch you a pardon, I would not run but fly,  
And be here in a moment.  Musta. 
What's the mystery  
Of this? discover it?  Vitel. 
Great sir, I'll tell you,  
Each country hath its own peculiar rites,  
Some when they are to die drink store of wine,  
Which poured in liberally does oft beget  
A bastard valour, with which armed, they bear  
Thee not to be declined charge of death  
With less fear, and astonishment; Others take  
Drugs to procure a heavy sleep, that so  
They may insensibly receive the means  
That casts them in an everlasting slumber;  
Others— O welcome.  Enter Gazet with water. Vitelli. 
Now the use of yours?  
The clearness of this is a perfect sign  
Of innocence, and as this washes off  
Stains, and pollutions from the things we wear,  
Thrown thus upon the forehead, it hath power  
To purge those spots that cleave upon the mind,  (Throws it on her face. 
If thankfully received.  Asam. 
'tis a strange custom!  Vitel. 
How do you entertain it my Donusa?  
Feel you no alteration? No new motives?  
No unexpected aids that may confirm you  
In that to which you were inclined before?  Donu. 
I am another woman, till this minute  
I never lived, nor durst think how to die.  
How long have I been blind? Yet on the sudden,  
By this blessed means I feel the films of error  
ta'en from my soul's eyes. O divine Physician,  
That hast bestowed a sight on me, which death,  
Though ready to embrace me in his arms,  
Cannot take from me. Let me kiss the hand  
That did this miracle, and seal my thanks  
Upon those Lips from whence these sweet words vanished  
That freed me from the cruelest of prisons,  
Blind ignorance, and misbelief: false Prophet,  
Impostor Mahomet.  Asam. 
I'll hear no more;  
You do abuse my favours, sever 'em:  
Wretch if thou hadst another life to lose,  
This Blasphemy deserved it, instantly  
Carry them to their deaths.  Vitelli. 
we part now, blessed one,  
To meet hereafter in a Kingdom, where  
hell's malice shall not reach us.  Paul. 
Ha, ha, ha.  Asam. 
What means my Mistress?  Paul. 
Who can hold her spleen,  
When such ridiculous follies are presented,  
The Scene too made religion: O my Lord,  
How from one cause two contrary effects  
Spring up upon the sudden.  Asam. 
This is strange.  Paul. 
That which hath fooled her in her death,  
Wins me, That hitherto have barred myself from pleasure,  
To live in all delight.  Asam. 
There's Music in this.  Paul. 
I now will run as fiercely to your arms  
As ever longing woman did, borne high  
On the swift wings of appetite.  Vitel. 
O Devil!  Paul. 
Nay more, for there shall be no odds betwixt us,  
I will turn Turk.  Gazet. 
Most of your tribe do so  
When they begin in whore.  Aside. Asam. 
You are serious Lady?  Paul. 
Serious? but satisfy me in a suit  
That to the world may witness that I have  
Some power upon you, and tomorrow challenge  
What ever's in my gift, for I will be  
At your dispose.  Gazet. 
That's ever the subscription  
To a damned whores false Epistle.  (Aside Asam. 
Ask this hand,  
Or if thou wilt, the heads of these. I am rapt  
Beyond myself with joy, speak, speak, what is it?  Paul. 
But twelve short hours reprieve for this base couple.  Asam. 
The reason, since you hate them?  Paul. 
That I may  
Have time to triumph o'er this wretched woman:  
I'll be myself her guardian. I will feast,  
Adorned in her choice and richest jewels,  
Commit him to what guards you please. Grant this,  
I am no more mine own, but yours.  Asam. 
Enjoy it;  
Repine at it who dares: bear him safe off  
To the black Tower, but give him all things useful,  
The contrary was not in your request.  Paul. 
I do contemn him.  Donu. 
Peace in death denied me?  Paul. 
Thou shalt not go in liberty to thy grave,  
For one night a Sultana is my slave.  Musta. 
A terrible little tyranness.  Asam. 
No more;  
Her will shall be a law. Till now ne'er happy.  Exeunt.  

Actus Quintus, Scaena quarta.  Enter Francis. Grimal. Mast. Botesw. and Sayl. Grim. 
Sir, all things are in readiness, the Turks  
That seized upon my Ship stowed under hatches,  
My men resolved, and cheerful. Use but means  
To get out of the Ports, we will be ready  
To bring you aboard, and then (heaven be but pleased)  
This for the viceroy's fleet.  Fran. 
Discharge your parts,  
In mine I'll not be wanting; fear not Master,  
Something will come along to fraught your Bark,  
That you will have just cause to say you never  
Made such a Voyage.  Mast. 
We will stand the hazard.  Fran. 
What's the best hour?  Botes. 
After the second watch.  Fran. 
Enough; each to his charge.  Grim. 
We will be careful.  Exeunt.  

Actus Quintus, Scaena quinta.  Enter Paulina, Donusa, Carazie, Manto. Paul. 
Sit Madam, it is fit that I attend you;  
And pardon, I beseech you, my rude language,  
To which the sooner you will be invited,  
When you shall understand, no way was left me  
To free you from a present execution,  
But by my personating that, which never  
My nature was acquainted with.  Donu. 
I believe you.  Paul. 
You will when you shall understand, I may  
Receive the honour to be known unto you  
By a nearer name. And not to wrack you further,  
The man you please to favour is my brother,  
No Merchant, Madam, but a Gentleman  
Of the best rank in Venice.  Donu. 
I rejoice in't  
But what's this to his freedom? for myself,  
Were he well off, I were secure.  Paul. 
I have  
A present means, not plotted by myself,  
But a religious man, my confessor,  
That may preserve all, if we had a servant  
Whose faith we might rely on.  Donu. 
She that's now  
Your slave was once mine, had I twenty lives  
I durst commit them to her trust.  Manto. 
O Madam,  
I have been false, forgive me. I'll redeem it  
By any thing however desperate  
You please to impose upon me.  Paul. 
Troth these tears  
I think cannot be counterfeit, I believe her,  
And if you please will try her.  Donusa. 
At your peril;  
There is no further danger can look towards me.  Paul. 
This only then, canst thou use means to carry  
This bake-meat to Vitelli?  Manto. 
With much ease,  
I am familiar with the guard; beside,  
It being known it was I that betrayed,  
My entrance hardly will of them be questioned?  Paul. 
About it then, say that it was sent to him  
From his Donusa, bid him search the midst of't  
He there shall find a cordial.  Manto, 
What I do  
Shall speak my care and faith.  Exit Manto. Donu. 
Good fortune with thee.  Paul. 
You cannot eat.  Donu. 
The time we thus abuse  
We might employ much better.  Paul. 
I am glad  
To hear this from you. As for you Carazie,  
If your intents do prosper, make choice whither  
You'll steal away with your two Mistresses  
Or take your fortune.  Cara. 
I'll be gelded twice first;  
Hang him that stays behind.  Paul. 
I wait you madam,  
Were but my brother off, by the command  
Of the doting Viceroy there's no guard dare stay me.  
And I will safely bring you to the place  
Where we must expect him.  Donu. 
Heaven be gracious to us.  Exeunt.  

Actus Quintus, Scaena Sexta.  Enter Vitelli, Aga, and a Guard. Vitel. 
Paulina to fall off thus? 'tis to me  
More terrible than death, and like an earthquake  
Totters this walking building (such I am)  
And in my sudden ruin would prevent,  
By choking up at once my vital spirits,  
This pompous preparation for my death.  
But I am lost; that good man, good Francisco  
Delivered me a paper which till now  
I wanted leisure to peruse.  reads the paper. Aga. 
This Christian  
Fears not, it seems, the near approaching Sun  
Whose second rise He never must salute.  Enter Manto. with the Baked-meat. 1. Gard. 
Who's that?  2. Gard. 
Stand.  Aga. 
Manto.  Manto. 
here's the viceroy's ring  
Gives warrant to my entrance, yet you may  
Partake of any thing I shall deliver;  
'tis but a present to a dying man  
Sent from the princess that must suffer with him.  Aga. 
Use your own freedom.  Manto. 
I would not disturb  
This his last contemplation.  Vitel. 
O 'tis well!  
He has restored all, and I at peace again  
With my Paulina.  Manto. 
Sir, the sad Donusa  
Grieved for your sufferings, more than for her own,  
Knowing the long and tedious pilgrimage  
You are to take, presents you with this cordial,  
Which privately she wishes you should taste of,  
And search the middle part, where you shall find  
Something that hath the operation, to  
Make death look lovely.  Vitelli. 
I will not dispute  
What she commands but serve it.  Exit Vitelli. Aga. 
Prithee Manto  
How hath the unfortunate princess spent this night  
Under her proud new mistress?  Manto. 
With such patience  
As it o'ercomes the other's insolence  
Nay triumphs o'er her pride. My much haste now  
Commands me hence, but the sad Tragedy passed,  
I'll give you satisfaction to the full  
Of all hath passed, and a true character  
Of the proud Christians' nature.  Exit Manto. Aga. 
Break the watch up,  
What should we fear in the midst of our own strengths?  
'tis but the Basha's jealousy. Farewell soldiers.  Exeunt.  

Actus quintus. Scaena Septima.  Enter Vitelli, With the baked-meats, Above. Vitelli. 
There's something more in this then means to cloy  
A hungry appetite, which I must discover.  
she, willed me search the midst. Thus, thus I pierce it:  
Ha! what is this? a scroll bound up in packthread?  
What may the mystery be?  The Scroll. 
Son, let down this packthread, at the West window of the Castle. By it you shall draw up a Ladder of ropes, by which you may descend, your dearest Donusa with the rest of your friends, below attend you. Heaven prosper you.  Francisco. 
O best of men! he that gives up himself  
To a true religious friend, leans not upon  
A false deceiving reed, but boldly builds  
Upon a rock, which now with joy I find  
In reverend Francisco. Whose good vows,  
Labours, and watchings in my hoped-for freedom  
Appear a pious miracle. I come,  
I come, good man, with confidence, though the descent  
Were steep as hell, I know I cannot slide  
Being called down, by such a faithful guide.  Exit Vitelli.  

Actus Quintus, Scaena ultima.  Asambeg, Mustapha, janissaries. Asam 
Excuse me Mustapha, though this night to me  
Appear as tedious as that treble one  
Was to the world, when love on fair Alcmena  
Begot Alcides. Were you to encounter  
Those ravishing pleasures, which the slow paced hours  
(To me they are such) bar me from, you would  
With your continued wishes strive to imp  
New feathers to the broken wings of Time  
And chide the amorous Sun, for too long dalliance  
In Thetis watery bosom.  Musta. 
You are too violent  
In your desires, of which you are yet uncertain  
Having no more assurance to enjoy 'em  
Then a weak woman's promise, on which wisemen  
Faintly rely.  Asam. 
Tush she is made of truth  
And what she says she will do, holds as firm.  The chamber shot off. 
As laws in brass that know no change, what's this?  
Some new prize brought in sure. Why are thy looks  
So ghastly. Villain speak.  Enter Aga. Aga. 
Great sir hear me  
Then after kill me, we are all betrayed,  
The false Grimaldi sunk in your disgrace  
With his confederates, have seized his ship  
And those that guarded it stowed under hatches  
With him the condemned Princess, and the Merchant  
That with a ladder made of ropes descended  
From the black Tower in which he was enclosed,  
And your fair mistress,  Asam. 
Ha!  Aga. 
With all their train  
And choicest jewels are gone safe aboard,  
Their sails spread forth and with a fore-gale  
Leaving our cost, in scorn of all pursuit  
As a farewell they showed a broad side to us.  Asam. 
No more.  Musta. 
Now note your confidence.  Asam. 
No more.  
O my credulity! I am too full  
Of grief, and rage to speak. Dull, heavy fool  
Worthy of all the tortures that the frown  
Of thy incensed Master can throw on thee  
Without one man's compassion, I will hide  
This head among the deserts, or some cave  
Filled with my shame and me, where I alone  
May die without a partner in my moan.  Exeunt.   
FINIS.