THE Generous Enemies OR THE Ridiculous Lovers.  
A COMEDY.  
As it is Acted at the THEATRE ROYAL by His MAJESTY'S Servants.  
By john Corye, Gent.  

Licenced,  
Aug. 30. 1671. ROGER L'ESRANGE.   
LONDON, Printed by H. Lloyd for James Magnus in Russel-street, near the Piazza. 1672.   

THE PROLOGUE.  
I Cannot choose but laugh, when I look back and see  
The strange Vicissitudes of Poetry.  
Your Aged Fathers came to Plays for Wit,  
And sat Knee-deep in Nutshells in the Pit.  
Course Hangings then in stead of Scenes were worn,  
And Kidderminster did the Stage Adorn.  
But you, their wiser Offspring, do advance  
To Plot of Gigg; and to Dramatic Dance:  
But when the Reign of Gigg and Dance is past,  
Whither the Devil will you go at last  
What yet unheard-of Way can Poets try,  
To please these Modern Critics of the eye:  
There's one Way left, as when ill Husbands Range,  
The come at last to their own Wives for change;  
So you your Surfeit of old Wit now past,  
May come to taste it with new Gust at last.  
And having through all Usurpations run,  
May fix upon the King, where you begun.   

THE EPILOGUE.  
ALL their Beginning know, but none their End,  
And with that Fate we on your Votes depend.  
Though there I see— Propitious Angels sit,  [points at the Boxes 
Still there's a Nest of Devils in the Pit,  
By whom our Plays, like Children, just alive,  
Pinched by the Fairies, never after thrive:  
'Tis but your Half-crown, Sirs: that won't undo;  
Besides, let others lose't as well as you.  
Birds caught in Lime, or fooled into a Begin,  
By chirping on still draw Companions in:  
Ginneys depart at Shutland for a Meal  
Of ill Pottage, and rotten Roasted Teal.  
From thence you came inflamed into the Pit,  
And nothing pleases your Burgundy Wit;  
Censure is grown, not judgement now, but fashion,  
And your ill Nature spoils your Recreation.  
So doth an Entertainer mar his Feast,  
With one o're-critical and peevish Guest.  
As Woman let me with the Men prevail,  
And with the Ladies as I look like Male.  
'Tis worth your Money that such Legs appear;  
These are not to be seen so cheap elsewhere:  
In short commend this Play, or by this light,  
We will not sup with one of you to night.   

A COMEDY.  
The Scene SIVIL.  

The Scene SIVIL.  Signior Robatzy Father to Alleria Mr. Wintersall. Signior Cassidoro A young Gentleman in love with Jaccinta, but beloved by Alleria. Mr. Lyddall. Don Alvarez In love with Alleria Major Mohune. Signior Flaminio In love with Jaccinta Mr. Keniston. Don Bertran An humorous old man Mr. Carthright. Sanco His Man Mr. Bell. Pedro His Groom Mr. Shurley. Addibar Signior Flaminio's Man Mr. Rich. Hart. Jaccinta Sister to Alvarez Mrs. Martial. Alleria  Mrs. James. Lysander Semena in disguise, Sister to Flaminio. Mrs. Bowtell. Sophia Mother to Flaminio and Semena. Mrs. Prat. Julia Waiting-woman to Alleria Mrs. Cory. Livia Waiting-woman to Jaccinta Mrs. Susanna Up-hill.  Servants and Music.    

THE Generous Enemies OR THE Ridiculous Lovers.  


ACT I. SCENE I.  Enter Signior Robatzy with four or five Servants running confusedly with Buckets. 1. Ser. 
FIre, fire, fire.  Rob. 
See, see, see. Run, run, run. Down  
With that Chimney there.  2. Ser. 
More help, more help there.  3. Ser. 
Quick, quick, O Misfortune.  Rob. 
More water in that corner.  4. Ser. 
More Buckets.  Rob. 
Some of you ring out the bell.  1. Ser. 
Fear not, we shall soon overcome it.  Rob. 
Which way is the wind?  1. Ser. 
Without danger, Sir.  2. Ser. 
Good Sir, withdraw yourself from this drudgery.  
Here's hands enough, and we shall soon Master it.  Rob. 
Let's to the other side, and see what danger's there.  [Exeunt. The Scene changes to the Garden: then Enter Alvero with Aleria in his Arms, she in a Swoon. Alva. 
Thanks to the sacred Guardian of the Saints,  
For this most timely Refuge I have preserved  
Her from the Flames: has made a thousand in  
My soul; my fires find eternal nourishment,  
And burn without consuming; all others cease  
When the Materials fail that feed their fury;  
But yet my soul yields to a sad despair;  [Bows to her and views her. 
She appears to me, like fallen fruit, disrobed  
Of all its lustre, her charms have lost  
Their graces, and death seems to triumph in  
The Seats of Beauty, yet—  [Views her again. 
Sure it cannot be, her habit is not in the least  
Defaced, the fright has only put her in a  
Swoon, I will go seek her Servants, who may  
Give her help.  Exit. Enter at another door Cassidore. Cass. 
All corners of the house I've searched, yet cannot  
Gain discovery where she is, my fears foretell  
My griefs, she is devoured in that impartial  
Element; Just Heaven, is it possible you should  
Submit so fair a creature, to so foul  
A destiny? O my soul, do I not see the  
Figure of her there—  [Sees her at a Distance. 
My faith deludes my hopes, it is not she;  
'Tis but her shadow, how can that lamp still  
Live, when life (the Oil that fed it) is  
Dried up: the merciless enemy hath made  
A prey upon more worth than the Sun  
(In its Meridian glory) ever filled his eye with;  
Ten thousand curses on those envious flakes,  
Proud only with the ruin of all that makes  
Men happy: Alleria— She is out of hearing,  
What a prodigious mischief fills this hour.  All. 
How have I slept like cork upon the water  [She revives and Gazes about. 
And had no feeling of the storm that tossed me,  
Where am I, who was it called?  Cass. 
Even he, Madam, to whom your Misfortune  
Is a death.  Alle. 
How came I here, or you?  Cass. 
I was assiduous only in your safety, Madam.  Alle. 
It is to you then whom I am thus indebted;  [She riseth. 
Was it your vigilance preserved me? ah Cassidore,  
This Image of your love transcends all Precedents,  
It is a favour overwhelms my gratitude.  Cass. 
O beneficial error.  [aside. Alle. 
Who but a man truly possessed with love,  
Could have undertaken so perilous a hazard;  
Since I am so nobly obliged, I will ever own  
It with the highest admiration.  Cass. 
Since she is thus happily deceived, I'll take  
The advantage of it, an Amourers Lie hath  
No great horror in it.  Aside. 
Your generous Acknowledgement are too obliging  
Madam? and puts a Die of bashfulness upon  
Your servant.  Alle. 
If such favour, Sir, should pass forgotten, Honour  
Would grow idle, and thankful Nature be beguiled  
Of her Employment.  Cass. 
He that serves you does but his duty at  
The best.  Alle. 
You wrong your Generosity to say so, such  
An act as this could never be the effect  
Of common passion.  Enter Julia. Jul. 
O what a blessing is it, Madam, that you are  
Safe preserved.  Alle. 
Seest thou that man, that good man, all  
Other men to him should kneel and wonder,  
I impute my safety, only to his care, for he  
No sooner saw the danger I was in, but with  
A Passion, vehement as his griefs, ran through  
The flames into my Chamber, where he found  
Me overwhelmed with horror, and thence in  
Safety brought me to this place; was  
It not so Cassidore?  Jul. 
I am astonished.  [He bows. Alle. 
And yet so much Modesty accompanies his  
Worth, the praises due to this Action are,  
As painful to his ear, as they are pleasant.  
To my Tongue.  Cass. 
To a man possessed with love, always to show it.  [He bows 
Are of pleasure.  Alle. 
Good Sir, let me prevail with you, to add unto  
Mine, my father's preservation, who, I fear,  
May be endangered by this accident.  Cass. 
Madam, I fly with joy to all commands of yours.  [Exit. Jul. 
Your father, Madam, and all the household are in  
Safety, the flames are all extinguished, and  
Without much prejudice, the fright was greater  
Than the damage, Madam: it happened well, we had  
The Morning to our assistance.  Enter Alvero and Lysander. Alva. 
She lives, she lives, the angry Heavens at  
Length have heard my prayers.  Alle. 
Yes, I do live, Alvarez, but do you know by  
Whose means it is I am so happy:  Alva. 
It is from me, Madam, (only) you must learn the  
Knowledge of your deliverance.  Alle. 
How! your news surprises me.  Alva. 
It may well, Madam, when you have heard it,  
For no sooner was the horrid cry of fire, most  
Dismally proclaimed through the streets, but  
With a winged diligence from my bed I rose,  
And hastened to your refuge: I ran through the  
Invading flames: that (like a Conqueror) had  
Sacked your house, and thrown disorder round  
About the place.  Alle. 
She having found me sleeping in my bed,  
And Ruin in all her terrors round me:  
You through these many dangers,  
That you speak of (with an unequal care)  
Conveyed me to this place.  Alva. 
Nothing more true, Madam.  Alle. 
Nothing more false;  
By Innocence, I swear, I do not know thy Equal!  Alva. 
What's this?  Jul. 
Why, Madam it was he sent me hither  
To your assistance.  Alle. 
Go, go, your confidence disturbs me.  Alva. 
Is this the Gratitude due to my fidelity?  Alle. 
Away treacherous man.  Alva. 
By all the Oaths made in fear of Heaven, all that  
I have told you is a truth.  Alle. 
Ah direful perjury.  Alva. 
Have I watched all moments to express respect,  
And can it win no better estimation!  Alle. 
Go thou Impostor, blush at thy deceit,  
Thou sinnest against thy knowledge, and seek'st  
A Recompense for what thou never didst.  Alva. 
Ah Madam, where have you learned the example  
Of such cruelty.  Alle. 
All your dissemble shall never  
Bribe me to a better thought, than what  
My opinion doth already harbour.  [Exit. Alleria. Alva. 
All my hopes mowed down in their flower.  Lys. 
O happy moment, this descension is above my hopes:  [aside. Alva. 
Hised, hised, a word with you, Julia?  to Jul. going out. Jul. 
I dare not stay.  Alva. 
Nay prithee.  [He whispers. Jul. 
How fain you would have me now betray my Mystriss  Alva. 
Betray her, by my life I would not have thee  
Wrong thy trust so much, only tell me (if thou  
Canst) who it is usurps the reward due to my service?  Jul. 
I dare not, Sir.  Alva. 
I prithee tell me, see here's a Jewel for thee.  Jul. 
What, sell my Lady's secrets▪ may I  
Die a Beggar.  Alva. 
Come, come, be not a fool; this peevish principle  
Of honesty, has ruined more of thy quality then any  
Misfortune whatsoever.  Jul. 
How will my conscience answer it, Sir?  Alva. 
Hang Conscience, 'tis the Rogue's Consumption;  
What do you doubt my discretion, come  
I'll warrant thee: the discovery shall never  
Do thee wrong, here take it and wear it.  [Gives her a Ring. Jul. 
Well, Signior, if I should, 'tis but to please you:  
I hope it is not counterfeit.  Alva. 
Counterfeit, dost think me of so base a spirit.  Jul. 
Nay, pray Sir, pardon my innocence, if I did suspect it.  
His Name is Cassidore, a Gentleman that lives  
At the corner of the street, just against us:  Alva. 
I know him well, he is a Servant to my Sister.  Jul. 
Well, well, Sir, let him be whose Servant he will,  
It is as I tell you, Signior, and so farewell.  [Exit Julia. Alva. 
My happiness, like a weak vapour, is dispersed  
As soon as risen, could any soul but mine,  
With which she plays the Tyrant (after such  
Disdains) flame with the same Ardour, I  
Ought to sigh: for those ill-employed cares I once  
Had to please her, but so much does my  
Patience triumph over my affliction, that  
In defiance of her rigour, I must still  
Worship her.  Lys. 
'Twas ever the effect of Fate, to blast the  
Fairest hopes: you are Possessor of a soul, too  
Great, to bow to the reproaches of her pride.  
There are other Beauties far surpassing hers,  
Would count it happiness, to share but in  
A sigh of yours.  Alva. 
Swarms of perplexing cares bury my  
Brain: Never did Martyr suffer greater torment.  Lys. 
Yes, I dare tell you, Sir, of one deserves compassion  
More than you.  Alu. 
'Tis impossible my sufferings should have an equal.  Lys. 
I am sure you would confess it truth, might  
I but take the boldness to relate it.  Alu. 
Prithee do, the relation of another's sorrows,  
Sometimes helps to extenuate our own.  Lys. 
Now Love assist my trembling heart, I find a  
Care rise up before me, how I should disguise  
My story—  
There was a young Lady, Sir, that loved me tenderly,  
Who scarce had numbered 15 years, ere she  
Was sought in Marriage, but he that was designed  
To have her, not being possessed with equal flames,  
Gave liberty to his heart to love another,  
Which she too well knew; yet suffered  
In obedience to her Parents will; and yet a  
Greater grief she underwent, for that  
Insnarer of her faith, no sooner drew  
Her soul within the compass of an Oath, never  
To marry any but himself, but then forsook her.  Alva. 
O barbarous infidelity.  Lys. 
Notwithstanding this, her afflicted heart still  
Followed him, and in contempt of danger, and  
The inconveniences that wait upon disguises;  
She (in a Masculine habit) pursued and over-  
Took him. And such was the strangeness  
Of her fate; She gained occasion by the in-  
Tercession of those, whom her calamity had  
Made her friends to attend upon him.  Alu. 
Cruel injustice of our Stars,  Lys. 
And underwent it as a pleasing bondage.  
Performing all her services with joy; he not  
Knowing her, and she is willing still to be concealed.  Alu. 
That Love should teach us ways to wrong ourselves.  Lys. 
A melting pity creeps into his heart: Heaven  
Make this minute happy to my wishes—  [Aside. 
Now, Sir, tell me, is she not worthy of compassion?  
Sir, you do not answer me:—  Alva. 
Civil Alleria.—  Lys. 
Good gods, she is still in his mind—  [Aside. 
Sir, you do not answer me to what I told you.  Alva. 
What hast thou spoken of?  Lys. 
An unfortunate Maid, Sir.  Alva. 
My soul was so oppressed, I had no regard to  
What thou saidst.  Lys. 
And yet you seemed to cast your pity on her.  Alva. 
Thou art mistaken, Boy, my thoughts were  
All employed upon my own Misfortunes.  Lys. 
Shall the loss then of an imperious Mystriss  
Be so repined; if you must needs think of her,  
Think of her defects; call into your mind her  
Pride, and view her cruelty with impartial eyes:  
Behold her as I do, and then you needs must  
Say, she is deformed, for nothing can be  
Beautiful that is unjust.  Alva. 
Not beautiful; She has a face Envy itself  
Cannot but call fair; and all report of her  
That is not such, must give itself the Lie:  
But hold, who are those?  Enter Flaminio and Addibar. [Flam. gazeth on him, then runs to him, and embraces him. Lys. 
I know 'em not Sir.  Fla. 
By my life, Alvarez,  
O never came joy to mankind welcomer.  Alva. 
Flaminio, O my best friend, I cannot  
Make my joy rich enough with all the wealth of words.  Fla. 
The ill store lies on my side.  Lys. 
— Heavens, my brother; how came he here?  
I hope my disguise will still preserve me undiscovered,  
Besides, I have not seen him many years.  Alva. 
There's not a wish of kindness in thy breast,  
But shall be multiplied in mine; but what  
Unusual cause has brought thee into Spain.  Fla. 
My Mother (by a Letter sent to me from Rome)  
Commanded my Arrival here at Sivil, with all  
The haste that I could make, assuring me that  
About this time I might expect her here.  Alva. 
But to what intent?  Fla. 
I am acquainted with nothing of her purpose,  
Only received Commands from her to deliver  
This Letter to Don Alonzo Robatzii, an  
Eminent Inhabitant in this City, and one  
That had a principal correspondence with my  
Father in his life-time.  Alva. 
I know him well, he is a near Neighbour  
Of mine.  Fla. 
Pardon me, Sir, I forgot to ask you  
Of the welfare of your Sister.  Alva. 
When I left Florence, she was inclined to  
Travel with me; and to this place I brought  
Her, where she hath hitherto remained in  
Perfect health, and it will be much  
Advantage to her, to see you so.  Fla. 
I am sorry my occasions are of that importance  
I cannot have the honour to wait upon  
Her now.  Alva. 
Will you leave me then?  Fla. 
I am constrained.  Alva. 
Shall I have the favour of your company  
To supper.  Fla. 
Sir, you may depend upon the trouble.  Alu. 
Safety and honour ever be companion to my friend.  Fla. 
I am by many obligations yours.—  [Exit Flam. and Alva with Addibar. Lys. 
Is there (you Powers) under the Heaven's bright eye,  
Another Lover more distressed than I?  
Mirror of sorrow, O what woman can  
Show more effects of love, to faithless man;  
My Native soil forsook, my Parents too,  
That thus disguised I might be in his view?  
Once did I think his constancy to me,  
Was as firm knit, as Faith to Charity;  
But now I'm undeceived, and plainly see,  
There's no Imposture, like Credulity.  [Exeunt. Enter Alleria and Julia. Aller. 
I will not hear one word in his excuse;  
When men perfidious in their actions grow,  
What credit can we on their words bestow.  Jul. 
Love, Madam, is still known by the effect,  
In's heart methought he gave you all respect.  All. 
His heart was from his tongue too much divided.  Jul. 
Nay rather say, your censure was misguided.  
A pleasing subject may command your ear,  
But what you like not, you are slow to hear;  
Madam, if Cassidore I once but name,  
Your soul forthwith would fly into a flame.  All. 
His Actions ever great and generous were,  
Th'other a mere deluder of my ear.  Jul. 
'Twas but an amorous untruth that you  
With so much detestation still pursue.  Alle. 
He that would rob another of reward,  
Should grieve unpitied, and lament unheard.  Enter Sancho booted. San. 
This must be she.  All. 
How now, what's here?  San. 
This is the Garden sure, and this the Lady,  Jul. 
How the fellow stares.  San. 
I will Approach her.  Alle. 
Who are you?  San. 
My Master's servant, Madam.  Jul. 
The brazen Head has spoke.  Alle. 
What is your business?  San. 
Faith Madam, a kind of an affair between  
Approbation and dislike.  Alle. 
What's that?  San. 
This will inform you better, Madam.  [Gives a Letter. All. 
From whom or whence?  San. 
From a wealthy Gentleman of Sicorell,  
Don Fernando Bertran.  Alle. 
I never heard of him before, return it,  
I will receive none.  San. 
How, Madam, slight, I had better go hang my  
Self at my own charge.  Jul. 
Nay, good Madam, open it, and see what it contains.  All. 
Well then, let his servant do it; he  
Is better acquainted with his hand.  San. reads, 
My Child, I have 6042 Ducats a year, and 
 Shall be forced to leave this to a Kinsman, 
 If I have no Children but I am told, 
 That if I marry you, I may have 
 As many as I please, I can get no nearer 
 You, because my Mule is tired. 
 Come therefore to me, with all 
 Possible haste, for it is chargeable 
 Lying in an Inn, where at present I am; 
 But be sure you veil yourself, for the care 
 Of your honour is of concern to me, and you 
 Ought not to show yourself; but when I think 
 It fit.  
Yours, Don Fernando Bertran  Alle. 
Bless me, what kind of stuff is this?  
Prithee, friend, what manner of man's thy Master?  San. 
Why, Madam, he is a Gallant of the times;  
And though his years are a little too plentiful  
Upon him, yet he wears 'em with as light a heart  
As any man that has numbered sixty and odd.  Both. 
How 〈…〉  San. 
And yet you would hardly judge it by him,  
For he shall drink, eat, swear, talk and take  
Tobacco with e'er a man in Seville; Madam, I'll tell you,  
He never knows woman yet, but his Housekeeper;  
Nor Bedfellow, but a Pistol, which he hath always  
Charged, for the greatness of his Wealth keeps his  
Cares watchful.  Jul. 
For a little attention, Madam, this fellow is of  
A humour to tell us all.  Alle. 
Is he not mad?  San. 
By my troth, Madam, you would think him so  
Sometimes, for he is harder to please then a Mule  
Is to shoe; and at the irregular expense of a penny,  
He shall out-rail a month together.  Jul. 
Mad or not mad, Madam, according to the avaricious  
Humour of my old Master, if he be so rich as his  
Servant says he is, it will be a hazard if he  
Dislike him.  San. 
He sent another Letter to your father, which I have  
Delivered, and he is reading it within, giving me  
Liberty in the mean time to wait on you with this.  Jul. 
hay day, here's like to be fine work, a Wedding agreed  
Upon, and the Bridegroom unknown.  
But, good Madam, let us examine this fellow  
A little further.  Alle. 
Is he generous?  San. 
No faith, Madam, for though he has much wealth,  
He is not the less miserable; and truly, Madam,  
To speak as I ought, if your father forces him  
Upon you, you'll deserve all men's compassion.  Alle. 
Thou art an honest openhearted fellow,  
Prithee give me thy Reason.  San. 
Because, Madam, such are the infinite number  
Of diseases that afflict him, he is the Practice  
Of all Physicians; not only his Garden, but  
His very Windows are set with Physic ‐  
Herbs, he is continually perplexed with  
Fluxes, and Aches quarter in every bone of  
Him; then he is as obstinate as a devil, and as  
Mutinous as Tow; a most abominable Sloven,  
Yet as crafty as a Fox, and as malicious as a Monkey.  Alle. 
Why this is monstrous.  San. 
And as for his knowledge, Madam, never any came  
Near it, he makes a thousand secrets of nothing:  
He is expressly devoted too; for he keeps abstinence  
All the year at home, and all that live with him  
Are as poor as Church-Rats.—  [Luxury. Alle. 
I should forgive all this, if he had but wit.  San. 
Wit, Madam, he abounds in that; he writes Plays.  All. 
That's but an idle way to show it,  
His folly finds an increase in that.  San. 
And so good a fellow, I have seen him  
Make himself sick with his own debauchery:  
That he might have the pleasure next day  
Of taking Physic.  Jul. 
What a faithful servant is this?  Enter Robatzy with a Paper. 
Your father comes; for fear of the worst, feign a Discontent.  Rob. 
What, in fears, daughter?  Alle. 
I must be ever so, till you revoke the  
Sentence of your Will; Alas Sir, you would wed  
Me to a Grave; a man so old that he has  
Forgot his Original.  Rob. 
The better; thou wilt be the sooner  
Possessor of his wealth.  Jul. 
Do not submit, Madam, Keep yourself  
Still in the Negative.  Alle. 
Besides, his servant here describes him for a fool.  Rob. 
No matter, the better for a husband still,  
The fool is covered with bags.  Alle. 
But if the mind (Sir) be unsatisfied, wealth  
Is of small importance, a fool is but the  
Image of a man, and yet but ill made neither.  Rob. 
Come, come, dispute it not, I'll have you marry,  
And rid the Summer of your Youth, from all  
The gaudy Flies lie Sunning in it, hear  
But the Contract, which he hath sent me by  
His servant— read it,  San. reads: 
Know all men by these Presents, that Don 
 Fernando Bartran of Seggaral, hath appeared 
 Before us, and of his good will, without constraint, 
 Doth acknowledge to take to wife Dona Alleria, 
 Daughter to Don Arnaldo Robatzy, of 
 The City of Sivil, with all her faults, Good 
 Or bad, and to restore her to him again, 
 Whenever she shall be demanded of him, 
 By Nullity of Fact.  
In Witness whereof 
 We have hereunto set our Hands and Seals, At Toledo this tenth day of Octob. 1670. 

Gonsalvo Vego  
Domingo Sancho   Notaries.  Alle. 
What would you have me think of this, can  
There be greater demonstrations of his folly.  Rob. 
However, I am resolved to see him; Friend, you  
May tell your Master, I shall not part with my  
Daughter upon such easy terms as he  
Imagines, if he please to extend his Journey  
Hither, we may talk further on't; but Wealth  
Hath no esteem with me, not joined with understanding.  
Come, Daughter.  [Exit Rob. Alleria and Jul. San. 
Well, here's a long journey taken to a short  
Purpose; but I'll to him, and tell him, there  
Is hopes though there be none; at least there  
May be pleasure, though no profit in the Case;  
For his follies, wherever he comes, still we find,  
That Mirth's most pleasant that is least designed.  [Exeunt.   


ACT II. SCENE I.  Enter Alleria and Jaccinta, Julia and Livia, as in Jaccinta's Garden. Jac. 
MAdam, the Garden-gate let's you out the  
Backway to your own house.  All. 
I am well instructed in the way, Madam,  
And therefore pray return.  Jac. 
Pray suffer a little further my attendance.  Alle. 
Indeed I must not, Ceremon'es are never known  
Where friendship governs.  Jac. 
Well, Madam, since you will have it so,  
I will go no further; Your servant,  [Offers to go back. Alle. 
But before I leave you, let me remind you  
Of your Promise, that you will henceforth forbid  
The Visits of Cassidore.  Jac. 
I have already assured you, that I have no  
Esteem for him; and that I ever held his  
Importunities as troublesome; but Madam.  
If you expect me just to you in this: I  
Shall request you will show some pity to  
My brother, though it be feigned, only  
To prevent despair, since I have acquainted  
You with his Complaints of your hard usage.  Enter Alvarez and Lysander. Alva. 
O there they are.  Lys. 
You had best withdraw, Sir, lest your Appearance.  
Interrupt those hopes your Sister's Intercession  
Makes.  Alva. 
'Tis well counselled; well, stand aside, and overhear 'em.  Jac. 
If that his faith be conscious of a blot,  
Abandon him your thoughts, and spare him not;  
Or if he did to any other bow,  
Or that his heart has started from its Vow;  
Then curse him, Madam, curse him to my face,  
And make me witness to his just disgrace.  Alle. 
Well, Madam, for your sake I will receive  
Him better, for I am without return, Your Servant.  Jac. 
I was ever yours.  [Offers to go. Liv. 
Look, Madam, your Brother has met with her there.  Alva. 
Madam, if my Tongue did not fear to offend,  
It would offer itself a Mediator for a passion,  
So much the more insuppressible for being secret.  Alle. 
If you knew, Signior, who this habit covered,  
Your heart would soon repent, to have  
Allowed your tongue this liberty.  Alva. 
My heart, Madam, receives not its desires  
From blind imagination, but dictates to my  
Faith, who 'tis I worship; so that Judgement  
Acts in me, what fancy only works in others.  Alle. 
Your desires move not with your Reason, can you  
Think, whilst you contribute to my disturbance,  
You advance your Interest.  Alva. 
Those Ideas that are long in settling, are as  
Uneasily defaced: had my Passion harboured  
Any desires opposite to your virtue, then with Justice  
You might have detected it as criminal.  Lys. 
O smooth-tongued Dissembler.  Aside. Alva. 
Such is the nature of my love, I count  
It sin to murmur; I honour even your cruelty,  
And will qualify it with the name of Justice;  
Your opinion of me shall be what you please,  
So it may content you, I am willing to  
Undergo all you would have me suffer.  Jul. 
Behold, Madam, how devout he is, half so  
Much said to me would ha' dissolved me long ago.  Alle. 
If you would merit better usage, restrain  
Your Passion; and avoid my sight, be wise,  
And let me live in Peace.  [Exit Alleria. Jul. 
Now could I curse myself for being of her sex:  Lys. 
Thus are your second Protestations blasted  
By the example of the first.  Alva. 
All my complaints are made unto a Rock.  Lys. 
Why do you not resist the evil then, that  
Fights against you.  Alva. 
Methought her very anger looked a little  
Graceful; I'll follow her, and have the pleasure  
Of her sight; what though a Tree be guarded  
From my touch; there's none can hinder  
Me to love the fruit.  
Fortune's a blind Disposer of her own,  
Too much she gives to some, to others none.  Lys. 
He blames the tempest, yet embraces still the Ocean.  Exit ambo. Jac. 
Froward Woman.  Liv. 
Inflexible creature.  Jac. 
She had better have been less rigorous.  Liv. 
Madam, I'll show you a way to be revenged,  
One kind look bestowed on Cassidore, in view  
Of her, would make her frantic.  Jac. 
I Approve thy Counsel.  Liv. 
Perhaps, Madam, you have reason for it, for  
Though he is undoubtedly handsome in her eye,  
I guess he is not much otherwise in yours:  
Howe'er you draw the Veil between you.  Jac. 
ay, I despise the Trophies of another's Conquest,  
No, Livia, if I durst speak my mind.  Liv. 
What would you say, Madam.  Jac. 
Canst thou conceal a secret?  Liv. 
Yes, Madam, as long as it is one, but when  
Two know it, how can it be a secret.  Jac. 
If those two have but one heart, ah  
Livia, how very fain I would without a naming  
Of it be understood.  Liv. 
If you are ashamed to name it, you may be  
As well ashamed to ask my secrecy.  Jac. 
Canst thou not hit my thoughts then, my  
Watchful fancy would have conceived thee,  
If thou hadst said but half so much to me.  Liv. 
Since you will have me then so bold to judge;  
Confess, Madam, has not Flaminio, the lovely  
Stranger, a little touched your heart.  Jac. 
My heart?  Liv. 
You resent it as if it were a crime.  Jac. 
It is a crime to count that love, that scarce  
Is an esteem.  Liv. 
Come, come, Madam, 'twixt esteem and love, there's  
So much sympathy, they are often taken  
One for another.  Jac. 
The Civilities I show him are for my brother's sake;  Liv. 
You'll pardon me, Madam, if I guess this, but  
A counterfeit self-denial, for I observed  
Last night (when he supped with you) a strange  
Kind of dotage in his eyes.  Jac. 
Prithee tell me, what couldst thou guests, from  
What he said or did?  Liv. 
What care you take to know what you most  
Know, your Curiosity in this gives increase  
To my suspicion; Jealousy was ever the  
Issue of love—  [Enter Flaminio. 
But, look Madam: see where he comes,  
Now we'll put it to the proof.  Jac. 
Alas, what shall I do?  Liv. 
Let us be gone, he does not see us.  Jac. 
No, no, I'll lie down under that fountain, and  
Feign myself asleep.  Liv. 
Is it not as I told you, Madam, we women are  
Weak paper-walls; the least puff blows us  
Down; Well, nothing overthrows our Sex but In-  
Discretion; we might do as well else (of  
A brittle people,) as any under Heaven, but  
What design is this, Madam?  Jac. 
Withdraw, and thou shalt know anon.  [Jac. lies down under the fountain. Liv. 
Her tender Modesty is a little Sea-sick only.  
A Qualm of Honour, but there's one will cure her.  [Ex. Liv. Fla. 
Robatzy being absent, I will walk here,  
Expecting his return,— ha, what Angle clothed  
In flesh and blood is this: O, 'tis Jaccinta: Wonder  
Of Wonders; She that keeps all waking, lies  
Sleeping here; Dear Object of my Joys  
And cares, (in whom alone all sweetness  
Dwells) permit me a little to divulge the  
Birth and Progress of those pains you have created,  
And suffer me,  
Without offence to pay the devotions due to so  
Bright a lustre.  Jac. 
Flaminio?  Fla. 
Ha.  Jac. 
Ha, Rigorous Fate.  Fla. 
What says she?  Jac. 
We both love with equal flame.  Fla. 
O happiness unbelievable.  Jac. 
Excuse my blushes.  Fla. 
Perfections great Exchequer.  Jac. 
When shall our pains end?  Fla. 
I have not power to contain myself,  [He kneels and kisses her hand twice. 
So smells the flower of a blooming clove,  
The more I drink, the more I thirst.  Jac. 
Some God protect me, who is this?  Fla. 
What have I done, a curse upon my rashness.  Jac. 
What motive could excite you (Sir) to a presumption  
So uncivil.  Fla. 
Love, Madam, extremity of love.  Jac. 
Love never begets rudeness.  Fla. 
Love in excess, acts nothing else but what is irregular  
And disorderly; it was my Gratitude I was  
About to pay.  Jac. 
Your Gratitude, for what?  Fla. 
— What shall I say?  
Madam, it was my transports led me to this place.  
Had I loved less, I should ha' been less rude;  
But Circumspection suits not with excess of passion.  Jac. 
Can it be imagined you had a love for me, and  
Have so little regard to my repose; if you  
Were just to your own, you would not ruin mine.  Fla. 
Had you still slept, my crime had been unknown;  
But if I must suffer your rebuke for what I  
Could not help, let me beseech you show  
It with all the mildness an innocent Offender may deserve;  
Heaven knows it was a designless frailty.  Jac. 
He charms me so, I find a pain to be unkind.  [Aside. Fla. 
Those thoughts that put me upon this confidence,  
Aspired too high to be suppressed; I have kept 'em  
Covered many tedious years; and had power  
To keep them undisclosed another hour.  Jac. 
To credit you, were to create a supposition of  
Too much easiness, in being led too suddenly  
So far towards your desires.  [Offers to go, and he stays her. Fla. 
You keep my heart in chains, and must not  
Go, till you release it.  Jac. 
Thus confined, I am your prisoner.  Fla. 
We'll both be freed together then, or stay still  
By it, so is captivity pleasant.  Jac. 
What is it you would have?  Fla. 
Your love, Madam.  Jac. 
'Tis not in my power to dispose.  Fla. 
I understand you, Madam, in your dark replies,  
Suffer me to attend you to your Brother, and I will show you  
Proofs, he has a favour for me,  
Greater than your imagination knows.  [He is leading her off and is met by Cassidore. Enter Cassidore. Cass. 
Madam, may I receive the honour of your service,  
You have a hand yet free.  Jac. 
I want not your assistance, Sir.  Cass. 
Let me but whisper a secret in your ear, a secret  
Of importance.  Jac. 
Nothing is so important as good manners.  Fla. 
The Lady is in the right, Sir, you take an ill time  
To tell secrets.  Cass. 
I come not hither, Sir, to learn Instructions of you.  Fla. 
But I use to give 'em, Sir, to such as want.  Jac. 
Your Instruction, Sir, is bold and insolent.  Cass. 
Oblige me then but to reject his service.  Fla. 
If she should yield to your Counsel, Sir, your life  
Were in some danger.  Cass. 
He that has confidence to withstand his displeasure,  
Can never want courage to despise your resign:  
That hand thou hast too little right to, and she  
Shall soon see which of us is most fearless.  Fla. 
I will not wrong my happiness so much,  
This hand would make a Tiger meek.  Jac. 
No man is wronged, now no man is Possessor.  [She throws away Flam. hand Fla. 
Unhappy frustration, Good Madam, to suppress  
His Arrogance, be pleased to declare, did you  
Recall your favour in respect to his desires, or not.  Jac. 
What's that to either of you, to whom I stand averse.  Cass. 
Nay, gracious Madam, do not constrain your liberty.  
To favour me: rather expose me to the fury of  
Your frowns, then make me Author of your least  
Inquietudes: you shall see, Madam, my respects  
O'ercome my jealousy: I'll patiently retire, and  
Wait a time for my revenge.  
But, Madam, let it not be forgotten, with what regret  
I leave your Presence, being an effect of my obedience.  
Not of my desire.  [He is withdrawing. Enter Alleria and Julia. Alle. 
I had forgot to ask her when Cassidore was  
With her last.  Jac. 
O are you there, now to revenge my Brother:  [aside. 
Cassidore, come back,  Cass. 
My absence may oblige you, Madam.  Jac. 
If you esteem my love, come back, come  
Give me your hand; I did but chide in jest,  
The best Lovers use it; it sets an edge  
Upon affection: when we invite our friends  
Unto a Feast, 'tis not all Sweetmeats that we  
Set before 'em.  Cass. 
Ha, I suspect this sudden change; but  
I'll make use of an Expedient to distinguish it.  Fla. 
Horror to my soul.  Jul. 
O monstrous, yonder he is with her, Madam.  
And she suffers him to lead her.  Alle. 
I am seized with such a Favour on the sudden,  
That the ground I stand on trembles under me.  Fla. 
But four words with you, Madam:  Jac. 
I must not, reason and duty otherwise oblige.  [Ex. Cass. and Jac. Alle. 
The tempest of a thousand anguishes torment me.  Fla. 
Reason and Duty otherwise oblige.  Alle. 
O woman, woman, thy Vows are ropes of sand,  
And slight as webs that spiders weave,  
Inspire me fury, I'll be revenged if I have breath.  [Exit. Alle. Jul. 
So here's like to be fine work: I'll be the  
Match to this wildfire.  [Exit Jul. Fla. 
Now I perceive all her respects are counterfeit,  
When she dispensed her favour to me, 'twas  
With that neglect, as Charity is disposed out  
Of a Palsy hand; rather let fall then given.  Enter Addibar. Add. 
Sir, Signior Robatzy is this way approaching to  
Salute you.  Fla. 
I will prevent him that labour;  
I'll wait on him.  [Exit and enter presently, whilst the Scene changes to Robat ' house. Enter Robatzy greeting of Flaminio. Rob. 
What consolation, Sir, have I to see you here  
In health: your father and I held an entire friendship;  
I hope it may be continued in his son.  Fla. 
I shall be honoured, Sir, to be your Servant; my Mother  
Commanded my delivery of some Letters to you,  
Which in your absence, last night, I left at  
Your house.  Rob. 
I have received them, and find you have been exact  
To her Appointment.  Fla. 
She writ to me to Florence (where since my  
Father's death I have resided with my Uncle)  
That she had a purpose to be in Spain  
About this time, and with an unusual importunity  
Required me to meet her here, assuring me  
I should expect her at your house, but  
The occasion is to me unknown.  Rob. 
She writes to me likewise, she will be here  
Herself about this time.  Fla. 
My Sister, I hope, comes with her.  Rob. 
I am not of that belief.  Fla. 
Why?  Rob. 
I must not satisfy you.  Fla. 
Must not; your cloudy Language makes me  
Fear Misfortune; I doubt she is not living.  Rob. 
Her death, Sir, is not the thing that should  
Afflict you most.  Fla. 
What then?  Rob. 
Something worse.  Fla. 
I am in the dark still, still further from your meaning:  
Why was I appointed to make such Haste  
Hither.  Rob. 
I am forbid to tell you any thing; your Mother  
Doth conjure my secrecy: tomorrow from her own mouth  
You will be fully informed; till when, pray  
Command my house, and all it can afford to  
Express your welcome.  Fla. 
Sir, I thank you for your generous offer, but I  
Desire to be dispensed with for this night.  Rob. 
Why, whither are you going?  Fla. 
To give a Visit to an ancient friend, and  
School-fellow, who by great fortune yesterday  
I met in the street, soon after my Arrival,  
One Don Alvarez.  Rob. 
Alvarez, what fatal charms oblige you to receive  
The favour of an enemy; have you forgot the  
Inveterate hatred that has so long dwelled  
In both your Families.  Fla. 
No, Sir, I well remember it; but that variance  
Expired with our fathers; he saved my life once  
In Florence, when 'twas overwhelmed with  
Peril; and since my Arrival here he has  
Received me, with marks of highest favour, allowing  
Me the honour to renew my Acquaintance to his fair Sister,  
Whom (if Heaven be propitious to my wish)  
I intent—  Rob. 
All Powers above forbid it; O Sir, persist not in  
A destructive hope: your ruines nourished in  
That thought.  Fla. 
What mean you, Sir?  Rob. 
You have expressed words of a most dangerous  
Sense, and if your purposes be not suddenly reversed,  
You are lost for ever.  
If you owe any obedience to a Mother's will,  
Withdraw your resolution.  Fla. 
My ingratitude would defile my blood, should  
I be less sensible of his favours, benefits so  
Multiplied would animate the most ingrateful  
To an Acknowledgement.  Exit. Rob. 
What power our Passions have over our Wills, we  
Are all naturally so obstinate against our good;  
That though at Sea we suffer shipwreck, and in  
War are overcome; yet we give not over neither.  Enter Don Bertran, Sancho and Pedro San. 
Come Sir, we are at length Arrived; this is the house.  Ber. 
Hold Sancho, thou goest too fast for me: the Devil  
Take this Mule, what a damned Trot she went;  
I am as sore as if I had been cudgeled.  Ped. 
I am glad on't: you have often put me into that  
Condition, I thank your Worship's hands for it.  Rob. 
What's here?  Ber. 
I have scarce a whole bone left.  San. 
Fie, Sir, do not complain so loud, you  
Should own no pain so near your Mystriss  
But that of love.  Ped. 
You had better ha' been horsed upon one of your  
Flanders Mares.  Rob. 
On my life, this is the old Amourist, that comes  
A wooing to my Daughter; Go, call her, Addibar;  Add. 
I shall, Sir.  [Exit. Ber. 
Well, what said she to my Letter?  San. 
Why, she esteemed it above her breath;  
You are the happiest man living, she is a  
Whole Mint of virtue: besides, Sir, she is young,  
Fair, witty, modest, tall, slender, and a thousand  
Other things.  Ber. 
But does she love me?  San. 
Infinitely, You do not love yonr self so much.  Ber. 
And—.  San. 
Look you, Sir, here's her father come to  
Meet you.  Ber. 
Why dost thou show him me? thou  
Know'st I could never endure an old man in my life;  
But since he's here, I'll speak to him;  
Father-in-law, come hither.  Rob. 
Sir, my observation has instructed me who you are:  
And in Testimony of your welcome—  Ber. 
Nay, nay, no Compliment: I am a man of few words.  Enter Alleria veiled, and Julia, etc. 
I understand your Daughter is marriageable, handsome  
I am told too; for the fame of her fills Toledo, and—  Jul. 
Bless us, good Madam, what a thing is this?  Alle. 
More out of fashion than he that wants an Oath.  Rob. 
Her will, Sir, is limited to mine, and I would have  
Her place her affections, where she may  
Find felicity.  Ber. 
I can speak to her then as I please.  Rob. 
Without question, Sir.  Ber. 
And my discourse, you think, will please her.  Rob. 
I have no reason to suspect it, Sir, look Sir,  
There she is, you have liberty to try her.  Ber. 
Very well, Sancho, Pedro.  Both. 
Sir, Sir.  Ber. 
Is nothing amiss about me:  San. 
All in very good order: only your Ruff, Sir,  
Is not in the fashion here in Sivil.  Ped. 
But yet your shape is graceful.  Ber. 
The fashion, tell me of the fashion;  
I'll be a fashion to a fashion, fashion, sayst thou,  
He that has wit is never out of fashion.  Ped. 
ay, I, Sir; the Sun is sufficiently beautified  
With its own Rays.  Rob. 
Horrid impertinence: this is some stuffed thing  
Or outside of a man.  Ped. 
Nay Sir, if you wonder at this, what will  
Become of you anon, he is able to speak  
More with ease, than any man can endure  
With patience.  Ber. 
Well, Madam, either you are very handsome  
Or very ugly: if ugly, you must show your In-  
Perfections only to me: if handsome, I have  
Reason to suspect the frailty of your Sex;  
So that be you handsome, or be you ugly,  
'Tis requisite you keep yourself veiled.  Alle. 
What Answer shall I make to so much folly?  San. 
That was well hit i'faith.  Ber. 
She had need be a good Horsewoman  
That my Rhetoric will not dismount:  
Ho, father-in-law, she does not answer  
what's the cause?  Rob. 
Alas, Sir, she fears to sin against Modesty.  Ber. 
The joy of her exalted fortune throws her  
Into a thousand ecstasies.  San. 
How the fool fat's himself with hopes,  
And toils as much as if his Cards was wise ones.  Ber. 
What will you be still silent (fair one:)  
Come, I must have you talk to me: a woman's  
Nothing, if she want a tongue: away with this  
Sullen humour, 'tis too cold for my desires; Come, I  
Say, I must have you brisk, lovely, and higher-winged.  Alle. 
Silence, Sir, is the effect of Admiration.  
The nobleness of your deport, and generous behaviour  
So much astonishes my unwary sense, I know  
Not what to say.  Ber. 
Ha Sancho, she talks well.  Alle. 
I was taught to admire you, Sir, before I saw you,  
By the Rhetoric of your Amorous lines: your  
Eloquent tongue is as powerful as Orpheus'  
Harp, and would like that, make stones fly.  
About your ears.  San. 
A witty Rogue, she has pricked his folly in  
The right vein.  Ber. 
I find she has too much wit to be ugly;  
Sirrah Sancho, cause her to be unveyled, 'tis  
Time to let me see her shape and aspect.  Aller. 
Sir, it belongs to me to obey, since your ordain it.  [She puts up her Veil. Ber. 
Do you here, old man; I know not what Pattern  
You had; but you have succeeded well, she  
Is handsome.  Rob. 
Your Approbation, Sir, is an honour to her:  
Will it please you walk in?  Ber. 
I like her forehead well, and the rolling of her eye;  
O thou Hive of sweetness, thou Model of  
Perfection, think not the worse of me,  
Because I do not kiss thee; I will not make  
Thy Courtesies so common: Sancho, bid her be  
Veiled again: Nay, do it, or I'll not speak a  
Word more.  Alle. 
Sir, I know my duty, and shall meet you  
In all commands.  Jul. 
O that I had but liberty to laugh at him.  Ber. 
Do you hear, father; you have instructed  
Her well: I commend your care; well my  
Child, thou shalt see, I'll make thee the  
Best wife in Sivil.  Alle. 
Sir, not knowing what a husband is, nor what he  
May be, I can promise little.  Ber. 
Nay, never fear a quiet Union, I am as  
Easily pleased as a child, let me but sleep  
I'll ne'er disturb you; Do you hear my  
Little Rogue: you my little Rascal.  Jul. 
You give me fine names, Signior; Rogue and Rascal.  Ber. 
Well, well, it's no matter for that, its  
Common with me to abuse them I love most:  
Get the Bride ready betimes tomorrow. I shall  
Make short work on't; I love to be brief,  
Because I love to be plain; or (hark you)  
Now I think on't better; let us all to bed with  
Our clothes on: so we shall be the sooner ready  
In the Morning.  San. 
What Company, Sir, will your Worship have to dinner  
With you.  Ber. 
Company, Hang Company; I'll have no Company,  
I do not intend to be undone  
At a meal; Come, my Spouse, give me your hand:  
Tomorrow early all that will shall see,  
The Ship launched forth of your Virginity,  
And maned by none but me.  
The more I look on thee, the more I prove;  
There's still more cause why I thee more should love.  Exeunt   


ACT III. SCENE I.  Enter Alvarez and Lysander. Alva. 
THE night approaches, and 'tis time to put this  
Letter, and my hopes into thy hands.  Lys. 
What torments my diligence draws upon myself.  Lys. 
Hasten the delivery: I shall expect thee  
With impatience.  [Exit. Lys. 
'Tis not in the power of my sense to dissuade  
Him from this last Attempt; we are all to  
Our own opinions as Mothers to their children,  
Loving to those that merit least:  
Who now beholds me, cannot choose but see  
An unmatched Mirror of calamity.  
To do my duty is to increase my grief,  
And prosecute a Fate has no relief:  
You Gods, if I must live miserable, why should  
I be myself the unhappy cause, and  
Press the effect, of what I most should fear;  
See where she walks: O strange event of fate.  Enter Alleria and Julia. Alle. 
Was there ever such a Fantastic at  
His years; I know not what to make of him,  
A thing between a Cradle and a Grave.  Jul. 
I am glad my old Master perceives his folly;  
It may be a good Omen, Madam: 6000 Ducats  
A year, had once a good digestion with him.  Lys. 
I dare not make my Address, yet dare not be  
Unfaithful.  Alle. 
But yet my thoughts are troubled at Jaccinta's  
Falseness.  Jul. 
'Tis not without reason, Madam: for instead of  
Denying Cassidore's Visits, she preferred his  
Service before another's.  Alle. 
After so firm a Promise too.  Lys. 
Madam, I am commanded to present this to your  
Fair Hands.  Alle. 
From whom?  Lys. 
From the most passionate Adorer of your beauty.  Jul. 
Though I know him to be Alvarez servant, I will  
Persuade her otherwise, till she has read the Letter;  
Perhaps it may a little mollify.  Alle. 
Who should this be?  Jul. 
On my life, Madam, it is the Character of Cassidore,  
A Hand worth your heart, I am acquainted with it;  
Come, come, peruse it; a Lover's hand is not to be rejected.  Alle. 
What would this Ingrateful have?  Lys. 
He begs, Madam, that at your feet he may receive  
His Pardon or his Death.  Alle. 
His Death I seek not, let him hope and live,  Lys. 
O fatal Clemency!  
Madam, he owns 'tis guilt enough in him, that  
You suspect him guilty; but the Offerings of the  
Penitent, make the offended Gods relent  Alle. 
I am pleased at this submission  reads. Jul. 
[aside. I fear you will not be so long.  
Madam,  
Though I suspect my Address to be offensive, yet 
 I should not be obedient to my heart, if I did not 
 Prosecute its will; let me implore you therefore to 
 Accept of my Contrition, and withdraw the Impressions of 
 That cruelty, that Winter starves the happiness of  
Your unfortunate Vassal, 
 ALVAREZ.  Alle. 
Alvarez: Pernicious man, is it from him?  
How were my hopes misled?  Lys. 
What dismal change is this?  [tears the Paper in a rage. Lys. 
My thoughts did preacquaint me with this issue.  Jul. 
Madam, to insult upon a prostrate wretch, is  
Harder tyranny, then to have made him so.  Alle. 
He is as hateful to my soul, as sin unto the Saints.  Jul. 
So Tigers, at the hearing of soft Music,  
Become more cruel.  Lys. 
So sick men rise and hunt, for what Physicians  
Do deny 'em.  [Exit. Jul. 
'Tis strange, a man should be so constant under  
Such disdains.  Alle. 
I would acknowledge it a virtue in any other,  
But in him a foolish dotage of the mind.  Jul. 
This Passion measures all things by itself.  Alle. 
Give me a Lover that would rather die, then that  
The world should know he is sick:  
These puning and these whinings I abominate.  Enter Cassidore leading and courting Jaccinta. Jul. 
How can a just grief contain itself, when  
There is so much cause for a Complaint.  Alle. 
Soft, who are those  Jul. 
By this good Evening, Madam, 'tis Cassidore  
Courting of Jaccinta.  Alle. 
What's this that pains my heart o'th' sudden so.  Jul. 
I can tell you, Madam: 'tis love, the finest sickness  
In the world, when it take two together.  Cass. 
Oh, fairest Lady, fairest of thousands your blush  
Is like the morning: and your smile brighter than noon.  Jac. 
What would Alleria say, if she should hear this?  Cass. 
In these arms I'll lock you fast for ever, and sooner  
Part from all the World, then from my joys in you.  Alle. 
O that my eyes were into Bullets turned,  
That I might shoot 'em at his heart.  Cass. 
The virtuous heat that sojourns in this kind,  
Chaseth my active spirits through my veins,  
In such a wanton dalliance, as if pleasure in me  
Had proclaimed a Jubilee.  Alle. 
Patience, where art thou?  Jul. 
Out of Call, I warrant you: ha, the sky grows  [All. faints in Jul. arms 
Overcast; help, help, help, O my Lady:  Cass. 
How now, what cry is that?  Jul. 
O cursed man: you are the unhappy cause.  Jac. 
Alleria: and in a Swoon; I have a Balsam (chafed  
Upon her temples) will recover her in an instant.  [Ex. Jacc. Jul. 
O you tyrant, you hard-hearted man, is this fit  
Usage to a Lady? has all your feigned respects to her  
Brought forth this fruit?  Cass. 
What shall I do? unhappy accident.  Jul. 
You have no way to recompense her, but by  
Putting on an Artificial Penitence.  Cass. 
Hear me, thou fairest Idol of the eye, behold  
What torments does oppress my soul, to see  
The light of those bright Suns eclipsed.  
The day has no esteem, but for thy sake.  Jul. 
What pretty flattering stuff these men are made of?  Cass. 
Hear but my mournful Sighs, the best Expressors  
O a heavy sorrow.  Enter Jaccinta with a Viol. Jac. 
Amazement seize me, what do I behold; all the  
Distrusts that are past, at this one Object return  [breaks at. 
To thicken this black vapour.  Jul. 
So, now it happens as I designed.  Cass. 
I love you secretly, my Humility will witness  
The truth of my respects; this that you have construed  
As a wandering from my Allegiance, is but a  
Feigned Civility.  Jac. 
To what remote unhabitable place of the earth  
Is the faith of mankind fled?— thou hast now  
Unveyled the black disguise clothed thy false soul.  Cass. 
Madam.—  [Rises and speaks to Jaccinta. Jac. 
Nay, never seek for an excuse,  
For now another shall enjoy the heart thou hast  
So much abused; I'll give it unto one declares he hates me.  
ere thou shalt be Possessor of it, and so take  
Vengeance on myself for my too easy faith.  Cass. 
Why, Madam, are you thus offended, for a  
Fault committed by my tongue, and not my heart;  
Your Jealousy is unjustly alarmed, all that I  
Have said is counterfeit, on purpose to delude  
Her, from suspecting of my faith to you.  Alle. 
O Traitor, canst thou with blush-less impudence  
Declare so much to her?—  [Starts from Jul. arms Jul. 
I thought we should have change of weather,  
The Moon hung so.  Jac. 
Perfidious, now declare thyself, to which of us  
Is thy base heart inclined?  Alle. 
Pull off your Mask, you shall dissemble no  
More.  Jul. 
I should less pity him, had he 30 Bailiffs  
At his heels.  Alle. 
Speak then, to which of us is thy love given,  
Perjured man?  Cass. 
So the assembled Clouds do meet and pour  
Their long collected fury in one shower.  Jac. 
Unfaithful, is it to me:  Alle. 
Am I the Object of your love?  Jac. 
Am I that of your hate!  Jul. 
I never till now saw a soul in Purgatory.  Alle. 
Deceiver.  Jac. 
Flatterer.  Alle. 
Double soul, and without faith.  Jac. 
Promise-breaker.  Cass. 
Oh Heavens: has the simplicity of my respect  
Begot this issue.  Alle. 
Cozener; you love me.  Cass. 
I do; may my hopes accordingly be blessed.  Jac. 
And me.  Cass. 
I adore you with my soul.  Jac. 
Thou canst divide thyself.  Alle. 
O insolence.  Jul. 
He is courted with that variety; his appetite  
Stands Neuter.  Cass. 
I am devoted to you both; the honouring her  
Merit, is doing homage to yours: you are both  
Fair, and it will be injustice to one of you  
To tell you more.  [Offers to go. Alle. 
Come back, or I'll abjure thy sight for ever.  Jac. 
Come back, I say, and put an end to this dispute—  Jul. 
Pray Madam, hear me.  [Whispers All. Cass. 
Madam, for Heaven's sake permit me to disguise  [too jac. 
My disesteem for her in words, which I beseech you  
Credit as the true meaning of my soul to you.  jul. 
Alas, Madam, how would you have him govern himself  
In such Surprises: of necessity, he must flatter  
One, to presetve his interest in the other.  Cass. 
Madam, if I have said any thing displeasing, let  
Your discretion tell you, how much I was surprised,  
And woo you to a forgiveness: is it possible, you  
Should have greater proofs of my affection, then  
What I have already given, you know, she loves  
Me not, and she has told you so; and to assure you  
My Integrity is more to you then to her; I'll give  
You (in her hearing) the Pledge of all my soul  
To witness, that I will never court her more.  
Only suffer me, by that respect I pay unto her  
Brother, to wait upon her back; in common  
Civility I am obliged to that.  Alle. 
How I may trust him now, I cannot tell,  
But he has a strange power over me.  [Exit Alle. Jul. 
So the congealed vapour melts again: I'll  
After her, and yet dissuade her from any good  
Opinion of him.  [Exit Jul. Cass. 
Come, Madam, have I not well feigned?  Jac. 
— You have— but yet it shall  [Alle. and Jul. appearing in her Chamber 
Not profit you.  [Exit Cass. and Jac. Enter Sancho running. San. 
O Madam: if you love your peace, be gone from  
Hence: My Master is almost frantic with jealousy,  
Only by the power of a dream:  
He heard the voice of a man, as he thought,  
In your Chamber,  
And is beyond all remedy Lunatic, his rage  
Is hotter than the dog-days.  Enter Bertran with his Nightcap and Sword drawn. Ber. 
Ho, who's there? what are you? speak; bring lights there  [Jul. puts out the Candle. San. 
Hark, do you hear his bellowing?  Ber. 
Where are you? speak, tell me: ha: nay, if you 'scape  
Me, the Devil's in't; I will dispeople all the earth,  
And drown the World in blood but I will find him.  Alle. 
How shall we do to 'scape the torture of his frenzy.  San. 
Fear not, Madam, retire to your Chamber, and  
I'll keep him in talk till you get out.  Ber. 
What voice is that, speak, or I will chop  
A Leg of: by my vexed soul I'll make thee  
A Breakfast for the Crows.  San. 
Pray Sir, be patient; I am your Servant Sancho.  Ber. 
O is it you, you are a pretty Rascal, Sirrah,  
To be up with my Spouse at this time of night.  San. 
The care of your honour, Sir, moved me to be  
Watchful, that none might wrong your love.  Ber. 
O I thank you, Sir, you are careful of my honour  
Sirrah, who the Pox committed that care  [kicks San. he grumbles 
To your charge: you Trencher-slave, I'll kick thee,  
Till thou hast no more feeling then a Jews conscience,  San. 
Who the Devil would serve a man, to be  
Thus abused.  Ber. 
Ha, mutterest thou?  San. 
I am sure I have deserved better.  Ber. 
Still mutterest thou?  San. 
But I see I must endure it.  Ber. 
Yet mutterest thou?  Jul. 
So do fat dogs worry the lean.  Ber. 
Sirrah, villain, slave, dog, toad, whelp, what  
Sayst thou? by this Hilt, I'll rip up each vein  
And sinew of thy heart, if thou dost not tell  
Me what this noise was?  San. 
Why, why, why, Sir?  Ber. 
Quick, quick, you Hound: I shall be made  
Ridiculous, the scoff and laughter of the World.  Alle. 
Ha, ha, ha, what a Phlegmatic fool is this?  San. 
Good Sir, be more temperate; I would not for  
My hand, the House here should perceive one  
Of your years and gravity to be—  Ber. 
Ha, my years and gravity: why you thin-gutted  
Slave, how old am I: I am not rotten yet,  
Nor grown so Rank, to smell o'th' Grave; O  
Times and Manners, he takes me for a hollow Trunk,  
A Carcase, a Tomb, a Sepulchre.  Alle. 
This fellow has a Babel-arrogance.  Jul. 
Brave in the shop, but nothing in the warehouse.  San. 
Why, Sir, Age is a Term may be given to a Child;  
I did not say you were old, Sir, I should belly  
My sight, there are roses in your cheeks, a quick  
And active blood runs free and fresh, through  
Every vein.  Ber. 
Now he makes a boy of me; a very stripling  
Schoolboy.  Jul. 
I had best help to quiet him, Madam; lest my  
Master overhear us: and a worse thing happen.  San. 
Still you take all things worse than they are  
Meant, Sir, you are so jealaous.  Ber. 
Jealous, I have not cause for it.  Jul. 
For pity sake, fret not your Master thus:—  [Jul. runs to him. 
Pray Sir, be pacified.  Ber. 
O are you there, Huswife,  
I must be pacified; a very Baby, an Infant.  
Give me some Pap or Plums, buy me a Hobby-horse  
And a Rattle.  Alle. 
Thou hast a hundred in thy head already.  [aside. Jul. 
What an overgrown Wasp is this? pray Sir, to bed,  
'Tis late; what do you think 'tis a Clock?  Ber. 
Go look.  Jul. 
The sky is full of stars, you may know by them.  Ber. 
The stars and clocks too: tell me the  
Reason why I am disturbed: tell me that.  Jul. 
Why, you disturb yourself, Sir.  Ber. 
Go, go, you are a prattling Housewife; I have no more  
To say to you: I'll go to your Mystriss, and know  
The cause from her.  Jul. 
My Mystriss; alas Sir, she's in bed, and sleeps  
Securely.  Ber. 
Well then, I'll go harken if she snores, for  
I would rather lie with a Hog, than a snoring  
Bedfellow.  Jul. 
I came from her Chamber, Sir, but now,  
She is as calm as Midnight.  Ber. 
I'll go wake her then, for I have  
A fancy to prattle with her.  Jul▪ 
That, Sir, were to abuse the good opinion she  
Has of your breeding; and I have heard her say,  
She believes you are very learned.  Ber. 
But believe.  Jul. 
And virtuous.  Ber. 
Who knows not that?  Jul. 
A great Historian, and well read.  Ber. 
Who dares deny it?  Jul. 
Would it not then be much unsuitable to these  
Good Qualities, to interrupt her in her rest.  San. 
She tickles his vanity rarely;  
Good Sir, to bed then, and take your full repose:  
You will look ill else, on your Wedding-Morn:  Ber. 
Away, Sirrah, you are a fool.  San. 
I do confess it, Sir.  Ber. 
An Ass, and a Knave.  San. 
So are my betters.  Jul. 
Nay, good Sir be patient: sprinkle water on your  
Choler: You shall not be angry; come, you  
Shall not, for my sake be patient.  She flatters and hugs him: Ber. 
Well, I am pacified: and now thou hast pleased  
Me, I will rehearse to thee one of my Comedies:  
That which I intent shall be acted the morrow  
After my Wedding.  Jul. 
How do you call it, Sir?  Ber. 
Herod's Slaughter of the Innocents.  Jul. 
An excellent Theme as any you could have chose.  San. 
But that's Tragical, Sir.  Ber. 
Hold your tongue, Sirrah; I hope I know what it  
Is, that writ it: in the last Act I bring all  
To life again.  San. 
I Sir, now you are in the right.  Ber. 
I have written forty Plays, and never any  
Gave me so much trouble, for in the first  
Scene, I bring in: Herod with three hundred Innocents.  Jul. 
How Sir; O me, what a fine sight that will be.  San. 
If Herod have any Attendants, the Stage will  
Be pretty well filled.  Ber. 
He shall have his Guards, Footmen and Pages.  Jul. 
Why Sir, that will be a little Army.  San. 
Madam, Madam, you may get by now.  [softly to Alle. Ber. 
Ha: what's that? Ho, house: bring lights there;  
I heard somebody whisper, who is it? speak, Sirrah.  San. 
Why Sir, 'twas I, was speaking to your Innocents;  
I was saying they would take up too much  
Room.  Jul. 
You had like to have spoiled all: No, no, no,  [softly to Sancho. 
Our great Hall would hold 'em; if they were  
Twice as many; but, Sir, to your second Scene.  Ber. 
In that I exceed belief, for just as the Tyrant  
Is about to destroy 'em, I bring in—  Jul. 
Alas, what shall we do?—  Enter Pedro with lights. Ped. 
Who was it called for lights here?  Ber. 
Here, here, here: O my dear Mystriss, are you there?  Bert. stares and spies Aller. 
I did you too much wrong to think you asleep.  Alle. 
Why, Sir?  Ber. 
Why Sir, why was there not a man shut up  
In your Chamber, did I not hear him?  Alle. 
What's this you say?  Ber. 
Why I say that you did not sleep, there was  
A certain man prevented you; what is he  
Handsome, is his eye pleasing to you, and his Nose  
Well made; are his Legs of a right Cut,  
Or shall I cut 'em for you?  Alle. 
Do you only feign yourself mad, or are you  
So indeed.  Ber. 
What am I, what do you make of me?  Ped. 
Two Questions, no body can Answer.  Ber. 
'Tis well, fair Madam: you esteem me mad then,  
And dare tell me so much unto my face;  
I'll show you that I am not mad, for I will  
Not be deceived: here, give me a light, by  
Pluto's soul I'll find him: though he were  
Above Steeples, or beneath Hell; nay, if he  
Were retreated to his Mother's womb.  [Exit in a fury, with a Candle in his hand, and sword drawn. Alle. 
ay, I: Let him go, let him go; the Bear  
Wants Breathing.  Jul. 
Good Madam, take this occasion of his absence,  
And be gone.  San. 
'Tis well advised, Madam, for now his Passion  
Is up: he will disturb you more than a Catter ‐  
Wauling: the 32 winds (when broken forth at  
Once in opposition) will be soft Music to the  
Noise he'll make.  Alle. 
Hark, what a rumbling he keeps:  
An everlasting hoarseness dwell in his throat.  [Exit. Ber. 
within] Death and Furies, Must I be all night a hunting  
You; speak and save thy life, a man, a rogue,  
A Villain, a Houshold-thief, a Robber of my  
Honour, a Spider to infect my walls, come out  
You Wolf, come out here.  Jul. 
What a roaring does he keep.  [noise again. San. 
Hark, on my life he is tumbled over something.  Ber. 
O Sancho, Sancho, Sancho, help, help, help: bring  
Me lights here, I am undone.  San. 
I must in and help him, he'll grieve himself  
Sick else.  [Ex. Sancho. Jul. 
Well, go thy ways for a vexatious old fool,  
When a man is a trouble to himself, 'tis time  
The World were rid of him.  Ped. 
Jealousy was ever valiant:  
Well, if e'er she marries him, let her take my Advice;  
For a revenge cuckold him.  Jul. 
Cuckold him: 'tis such a common Town-trick  
She scorns to follow the fashion.  Enter Sancho leading Bertran. Ber. 
O Pedro, Pedro, what shall I do, both my Shins  
Are broken against the frame of a stool.  San. and Ped. 
Alas, poor Master.  [bursts out into a whining laughter. Ber. 
How now, what dost laugh?  San. 
Who I laugh, Sir; alas, not I, Sir; I'am grieved  [cries 
At your misfortune.  Ber. 
Come, come, peace, good Sancho; it cannot be helped,  
Go, Pedro, go get me some brown paper and a little  
Honey.  Ped. 
I shall, Sir.  [Exit. Jul. 
A Halter and a Gallows rather.  [aside. San. 
Come Sir, put up your sword, since the Rogue is  
Fled for't, let the gods punish him.  Ber. 
No, let the devil punish him; he'll hamper him:  
Where is this Quean? she can tell me what he was;  
You Housewife, Polecat, you soapy-Slut, what say you?  
Where is he? what was he?  Jul. 
Why thou bundle of diseases, thou yelping devil;  
Where dost thou think thou art, thou tun of  
Nastiness: were not poison to thee natural, thy  [takes him by the collar 
Own rottenness would strangle thee: O that  
Thy eyes were worth the pulling out.  San. 
Well said, at him.  [claps him on the back. Ber. 
Ha, Sanc, Sanc, what says she?  San. 
She's mad, Sir.  Jul. 
That Lady thy poisonous tongue abuses thus,  
Has more virtue in her then all thy Progeny  
Could ever own: 'Slight, were it not a shame  
Unto humanity. I would (in reparation of her  
Wrongs:) Kick thy fat Lump into its Grave,  
Force thee to creep into thy Scabbard, and make  
Thee with thy own hands stick up thy bellowing  
Chaps.  San. 
Well done, faith Girl, here's a Virago for you.  Ber. 
Nay, nay, nay, I am satisfied my Spouse  
Is honest, prithee, good Wench, hold thy tongue,  
And make no words on't; I will believe the  
Noise I heard was in the next house, or any  
Thing else that thou wouldst have me.  Jul. 
Why so, Sir, now it is as it should be: this  
Temper does become you: a Husband should  
Be always credulous of his Wives honesty,  
Though he has no reason for't, the World will  
Count him a good-natured man; I will go  
Tell my Lady now what a good-natured man you  
Are when you are pleased.  [Exit Julia. San. 
She has hectored him rarely: he is as calm  
As a child in sleep.  Ber. 
Come, Sancho, lead me to my bed, my head aches,  
My shins are broke, my bones sore, my stomach  
Is faint; I am all disordered, Heaven send us  
Well back again, for I'll have none of her.  San. 
Truly, Sir, it was against my will you took  
This journey.  Ber. 
Whene're my heart (again) Love entertains,  
May all the Devils in Hell forbid the baynes.  [Exeunt. Enter Flaminio and Addibar, with Music ready. Flam. 
The house is hereabout, go call the Music.  Add. 
They are here, Sir.  Fla. 
Bid 'em sing the Song that I appointed under  
That window, and d'ye hear, get the Masquerade  
Ready: in case she should look out.  Jac. 
What Music is this I hear?  [Jac. at the window. 
The stillness of the night lends it a graceful echo.  Fla. 
Now for the Masquerade.  [a Dance in Antique habits. After the Dance, Enter Cassidore. Cass. 
Who is that, that dares attempt the Circumvention  
Of my hopes▪ speak whoever thou art.  Fla. 
My name's Flaminio.  Jac. 
Flaminio?  Cass. 
Then know I am thy mortal Enemy, Cassidore: and  
'Tis no little joy to me, that I have met thee here;  
Tell me, and that suddenly, why thou assum'st  
The liberty to court my Mistress.  Fla. 
As her brother's friend she suffers my respects;  
If I were her Lover, dost think me Master  
Of no more discretion, then to satisfy my  
Rival with it.  Cass. 
Then draw.  Fla. 
As willingly as ever man met fortune.  Jac. 
Ah—  They figbt, Jac. shrieks and shuts the window. Add. 
O help, help, help, what will you do, Sir:  
Master, Gentlemen.  [running between them. Enter Alvarez running. Alle. 
What noise is this, who calls for help?  Add. 
Here, Sir, here.  Alva. 
Ha, Cassidore, is it you?  
What hath enraged thy blood to such a fury.  Cass. 
Who would not die with joy in the defence of his  
Affection.  Alva. 
What, Flaminio, too; what devil (envious of men's  
Friendship) scattered the seeds of this dissension.  Fla. 
Dear friend, leave us to our difference.  Alva. 
I must not leave you, nor I will not.  Cass. 
O 'tis a disfavour to us now.  Alva. 
Let me but know the cause.  Cass. 
Nothing.  Fla. 
Nothing.  Alva. 
Come, Flaminio, with you I know I can prevail;  
You were not wont to hide a thought from me:  
Tell me, what hath drawn this foul weather in thy face?  Fla. 
Why, suppose he would have me quit my right  
To blessedness.  Cass. 
Or he deprive me of that good that is invaluable.  Alva. 
I comprehend you not; you do not deal by me as  
One whose love was worth your estimation.  
I have an equal interest in both your fates; you are  
Both my friends: neither can suffer, but I must  
Share in't: How comes it then my importunities  
Find such opposition.  Cass. 
In vain, Alvarez, is this friendship shown: my  
Resolution is but deferred for some moments, had he  
The Altar for security: Religion should not  
Bind me from his death.  [Exit Cass. Alva. 
I little thought, Flaminio, you could have been  
Repugnant to a Friends request.  Fla. 
Prithee desist, it is not worth thy care.  Alva. 
Can any thing require the Exposure of thy life,  
That bears not a value worthy of my knowledge.  Fla. 
What wouldst thou have me tell thee,  
Heavens, what an extremity is this?  [aside. Alva. 
Since you refuse to tell me,  
I guess the cause: you are both in love with one beauty.  Fla. 
Thou hast surmised a truth, now thou art satisfied.  Alva. 
If I am, I owe no thanks to your confession: yet  
Oblige me, tell but her name.  Fla. 
O cruelty itself, must I declare to him: it is  [aside. 
His Sister.  Fla. 
How ill doth this Reserve become thee now?  
I never hid from thee the secrets of my soul: thou  
Wert the Closet to 'em all.  Fla. 
What can I tell him if I name her, what is it he  
Will not say, for I have courted her without his  
Licence.  [aside 
I must conceal it till a fitter time.  Alu. 
This confusion in him raises my distrust. I fear  [aside 
It Alleria:— What, must I not know her then?  Fla. 
This Reluctance, friend, proceeds from certain  
Fears I have, that when I have named her  
To you, you'll turn my enemy; and cancel that  
Most sacred bond of Uuion, that hath so long been  
Sealed between us; judge then, is it fitting I  
Should tell thee any more; trust me, Alvarez,  
Thy desires, thy desires, should find a recompense  
In any thing but this:— farewell.  [offers to go Alu. 
Hark you, Flaminio, whither are you going thus late?  Fla. 
I have obliged myself, to lie this night at  
Signior Robatzy's; for both of us tomorrow early  
Are to meet my Mother in her way from Rome;  
Goodnight—  [Exit. Alva. 
I am more confused then ever; he lies this night  
At her house, how every thing conspire to  
Aggravate my doubts; was it for this (false man)  
I saved thy life, to supplant me of my hopes: O  
Wolf that durst devour the breast that nursed thee;  
But he forgets, the life I gave him was but lent,  
And is to be remanded at my pleasure; I see  
His end through all his close contrivance: now I find  
That open foes are easier to invade,  
Then Ambushes that are in friendship laid.  [Exit.   


ACT IV. SCENE I.  Enter Signior Robatzy, Flaminio and Addibar. Fla. 
IT were unfit, Sir, my Mother should be attended  
Only with your Company, and myself here, waiting  
Her Arrival.  Rob. 
Though 'tis your duty, Sir, it is not needful;  
For 'twas her Command you should expect her  
At my house.  Fla. 
My soul would suffer much disquiet, should  
I omit a duty so becoming.  Rob. 
But she is not assured of your Arrival, Sir,  
Only may guests it by the time of her Appointment.  Fla. 
So much the better, Sir, duty's performed, when  
Unexpected renders the Surprise the greater.  
Well, Sir, 'tis your Conquest, and I must yield,  
We'll go together.  Enter Alvarez and Lysander. Fla. 
Addibar, Get the Coach ready, and bring it to  
The Garden-gate.  Add. 
I shall, Sir.  [Exit Add. Lys. 
It is all truth that I have told you, Sir, she  
Loathes you more than youth hates death; or age  
Her spiteful Neighbour; The Letter that  
You sent by me she tore into a thousand pieces,  
And with a look so full of terror, as if she would  
Have done as much to you.  Fla. 
Hold, Sir, yonder's Alvarez: Pray suffer me  
To take my leave of him before we go.  Rob. 
Not for a world, Sir, pray pardon me: I must not  
Suffer it.  Fla. 
Your restraint is as unjust as cruel. ay, should I  
Violate the respects I owe him: and without cause  
Reject so dear a friend.  Alva. 
Who is that, Flaminio?  Rob. 
The more you urge me,  
I am the more averse to your desires: Pray let us go.  Fla. 
This is unnatural, Sir, thus to refuse the  
Conversation of the man I most esteem.  Rob. 
I cannot grant it you.  [Exit Rob. pulling of Flam. Alva. 
Now truth's unmasqued, and shame walketh  
By, bearing a blushing torch; Didst thou  
Observe, Lysander, with what care and trouble he  
Avoided me; Doubtless, the remorse of his  
Ingratitude, makes him conscious of the wrongs  
He has done me, whilst she triumphs in  
Her unjust security.  Lys. 
Ah, my Lord, the Heavens are too impartial  
To behold (with pleased eyes) the wickedness of our  
Offences, and therefore prudently inflict upon us punishments  
Ofttimes proportioned to the nature of our crimes.  Alva. 
I call all nature to defiance, to accuse me  
Of a sin qualified for such a judgement.  Lys. 
Examine well, Sir, the actions of your life;  
No breach of faith, no violation of a sacred Vow.  Alva. 
By the soul of truth I never.—  Lys. 
Hold Sir; before you swear, let me discover  
To you what she told me; somebody in  
Prejudice of your love informed her, that in  
Italy you were contracted to a young and an  
Innocent Maid, named Semena, of a noble Family:  
But when she had given her virtue to your  
Charge, exchanged hearts, and wrapped 'em in your  
Faith: You most dishonourably left her the  
Ignominy and scandal of her sex; and upon this  
Conjecture, Sir, she builds her Rigour, that he  
Who changes once, may do so ever.  Alva. 
But this was not inconstancy.  Lys. 
Not Sir, it will be difficult to prove it other.  Alva. 
Fear not, I shall easily convince her of  
My innocence.  Lys. 
Heavens, what can this Ingrateful say?  [aside. Alva. 
Alas, I had not seen that Lady that thou  
Speak'st of, when she was offered me to wife;  
'Tis true, by the persuasion of our relations, I did  
Agree to marry her, to reconcile some  
Animosities, that had long lived in both our  
Families: so that it was not the Election  
Of my Will, but the interest of my Peace obliged me to it;  
Judge then how much I am wronged, by being  
Upbraided with a crime I am not guilty of.  Lys. 
My soul has now her full load.  [aside. Enter Jaccinta and Livia veiled. Alva. 
Hold, yonder's a Lady veiled,  
For shape and motion much resembling Allerias.  Lys. 
Dear Sir, forbear, I must not suffer you;  
Do you not know the custom of the place?  
To draw the Curtain in the street (though she  
Were mean) is mortal.  Alva. 
Nothing shall restrain me:  Liv. 
Your brother, Madam.  Jac. 
Alas, how shall I shun him?  Alva. 
Madam—  Liv. 
What is't would you have, Sir?  Alva. 
A view of that fair Lady:  
What eye can see you, Madam, and not carry War  
Unto his heart.  Lys. 
Did ever man more wilfully prosecute his  
Own Misfortunes?  Alva. 
'Tis a felicity to me, to be within the view of my  
Tormentor: My rest, my life, my all is in your hands.  Liv. 
You are ill instructed, Sir; this is not she you look for.  Alva. 
Not she, what makes her shun me then?  Lys. 
You see, you shoot your Arrows against  
A Rock, which may return to hurt you.  Alva. 
Let me but hear her speak: give me a  
Word from her.  Jac. 
Look you, Sir, what will it profit you?  [puts up her veil Alva. 
My Sister, what treacherous Guides are our desires:  
Why did you keep my heart so long locked up in error?  Jac. 
Only to try what passions were about it.  Alva. 
But whether were your hasty steps directed?  Jac. 
Nay, I am at my journey's end, Brother;  
My setting forth was only bent to give you joy,  
I hear you are to be married.  Alva. 
Ah, Sister, my death you'll sooner see,  
I am injured above the power of sufferance.  Jac. 
By whom, Brother.  Alva. 
You know too well; the false Flaminio.  Jac. 
What's his crime?  Alva. 
His love.  Jac. 
His love?  Alva. 
His treacherous love, why do you feign yourself  
Ignorant of what you so well know?  Jac. 
O Heavens, he knows he loves me: and thence  
His anger comes.  [aside. Alva. 
Were he hid within the Caverns of the earth,  
My revenge (subtle as it is) should find him;  
And though he had a sword tempered with charms,  
Yet would I kill him.  Jac. 
O Brother, he's but an ill Physician will destroy  
The Patient he can cure, the errors of our  
Friends, we should detect with admonition,  
Not with rage and violence.  Alva. 
Thou art his Advocate.  Jac. 
Love, brother, (if it be a crime) is not always  
An Act of our intention, but oftentimes we are  
Surprised in to it by accident, the offences therefore  
That proceed from our Misfortunes, are not to  
Be charged as the transgressions of our wills,  
But rather pitied as our frailties, and excused.  Alva. 
Sister, I approve your intercession, and call  
It by the name of generous: I have loved  
Him so, he was the Volume of my secrets.  Jac. 
How know you then but your suspicions are  
Unjust, and Innocence made guilty by a false surmise.  Alva. 
O 'tis too evident he loves her.  Jac. 
Her, who?  Alu. 
Alleria.  Jac. 
He love Alleria.  Alva. 
I surprised him even now talking with her  
Father, and when he saw me, he slunk away as  
Black souls do at the face of Justice: besides,  
He lay last night at her house.  Jac. 
O fly to your revenge; let him not live a moment,  
Now I curse the rash Compassion I bestowed upon him.  Alva. 
Why are you (Sister) so incensed, because a Mote  
Troubles your eye, would you for this pluck down  
The Sun from Heaven.  Jac. 
The trouble (brother) that appears in me, riseth  
From an apprehension of his wrongs to you;  
Can there be a greater indignity imputable to  
Man then breach of trust, and that in sacred  
Friendship; Friendship did I say, friendship  
Is lost when Rivalship begins; Go, go, and  
Punish in his blood the crimes of his false soul.  Alva. 
What, in a Turtle's look a Tygre's mind.  
He is but an ill Physician will destroy the  
Patient he can cure, the errors of our friends we  
Should detect with admonition, not with rage and violence.  Jac. 
Dull purblind frailty: as 'tis a glory to be jealous.  
Of our honour, so 'tis an error to wink at what  
We ought to see.  Alva. 
If it be an error, Sister, it was introduced by you.  Jac. 
Then 'twas the ignorance of his crime made  
Me stand up against the guilt, and interpose  
Between your wrath and him; but now I do no  
Longer hold you, haste to your revenge: as many  
Minutes as you defer it, so many wounds you  
Make upon his breast.  Alva. 
Away, rash woman, thou art no more allied  
Unto my nature, than a Vulture's to a Dove.  Jac. 
No, no, let him live then, and be the mark  
Of your disgrace.  Alva. 
You are inconsiderate in your passion: would you  
Have me kill the man that's worthy of my  
Mercy: perhaps my jealousy has done him  
Wrong: his love to her may be of an Elder  
Growth than mine.  Jac. 
O injurious Clemency: the life he owes you  
(Were there no other cause) obliges him to  
Resign all Claims unto her: but he deserves  
All wrongs that can so tamely suffer the  
Privation of his love.  Alu. 
My Inquietudes are great, I'll take the  
Recollection of some minute in the mean time,  
Make you a Visit to Alleria for further  
Confirmation, she hath well counterfeited,  
But yet I see through the deceit:  
O what a wondrous little part  
Has Heaven, in a dissembling woman's heart.  [Exeunt Alu. and Lys. Liv. 
I wonder, Madam, you should love a man,  
Yet seek his death with so much earnestness.  Jac. 
I loathe the thought of loving him: If I have  
Any passion for him, 'tis revenge.  Liv. 
That vengeance is but lame, that walks upon  
The Crutches of the tongue, though  
You have thundered out your fury against  
Him, I know you would not hurt a hair  
Of him for all the world.  Jac. 
O how should I rejoice to see an Earthquake  
Gape and take him in before me: Not hurt  
Him; yes, I would be as wild in my revenge  
As is the Lion in full heat of blood: when by  
Instinct he knows his Mate plays false.  Enter Cassidore. Cass. 
O Madam; I rejoice in this good fortune:  
It was you I sought for.  Jac. 
And it was you I would avoid.  Cass. 
At your approach my heart starts out of its  
Dark despair, and opens as Roses at the gentle  
Aspect of the Sun: why do you use so ill, a man  
So faithful.  Enter Alleria and Julia. Jac. 
Yonder is one will give you a reason for it.  Cass. 
Madam, she is handsome, and more kind.  Alle. 
What always with that deceitful: now I find  
A fair occasion for my revenge, Jaccinta: you  
Appear to me so indisposed; I have no  
Encouragement to acquaint you with my News.  Jac. 
What is it, Madam?  Alle. 
Nay, 'tis unseasonable now (I find) to talk of  
Masks and Revels.  Jac. 
All manner of Intelligence from you is welcome.  Alle. 
Since you will know it then, I'll tell you: my  
Father hath at length appointed me a husband.  Jac. 
Do you not mean the fat old Gentleman my  
Brother told me of.  Alle. 
Out upon him for a Puff-past, no one that  
Is youthful, nobly born, and generous: when  
You know who it is, you will approve my choice.  Jac. 
Who is it, pray?  Alle. 
You need but small instruction, he hath  
Lodged at your house: 'tis your Brother's friend.  Jac. 
His name.  All. 
How willingly she would hear, what she unwillingly  [aside. 
Would know— Flaminio. Ha, ha, ha;  
Now she resents my griefs.  Liv. 
Madam, Madam, for shame recall yourself,  
And bear it bravely.  Cass. 
I have much interest in the event.  Jac. 
But pray tell me, is not this change welcome to you?  Alle. 
The wretched beggar could not resent,  
What greater joy should he a Kingdom gain?  
I count his love's the highest thought felicity  
Can reach; and reap such happiness in his esteem;  
I want a subject for another wish.  Jac. 
But does he recompense your esteem with the  
Reward that is due to it?  Alle. 
He loves me more than I can express;  
He swears he lives only by the blessing of my eyes  
When he is near me he is transported, but  
Out of sight, in torments: if by chance I meet  
him, I fear to see him die with joy: and (if his  
Oaths be true) not only with dislike, but hate,  
He views all other faces.  Jac. 
And you love him you say as much.  Alle. 
Love him: I had much rather live with him  
On some high Mountain covered with snow,  
And hung with Icicles, then live with any  
Other in Palaces, with all varieties imaginable.  Jac. 
You hear this, Cassidore?  Cass. 
I do, Madam, and rejoice to see her Fortunes swell  
To your desire.  Alle. 
I sooner shall forget my name then my engagements  
To your favours: but your inconstancy was of an ill  
Example; it soon taught me the way.  Cass. 
Pray Madam, let us mention it no more, but  
Still repute me as I ever was: Your servant.  Alle. 
Sir, I thank you; Madam, at my Wedding, pray  
Give me the honour of your Company.  [Exit Jac. and Liv. with Cas. Jac. 
You ever had commands upon your servant.  Cass. 
Permit me, Madam, I beseech you to give you  
My Attendance.  Alle. 
My Revenge I have, but not my hopes.  Jul. 
Why, Madam?  Alle. 
Fortune's utmost spite pursues me: Cassidore  
Still flies me.  Jul. 
You lose nothing in the change, Madam:  
Flaminio is the handsomer man in my opinion.  Alle. 
Thou art mistaken, Julia; I have held a false  
Glass before her eyes: all this I said, I feigned,  
Only to punish her infidelity to me.  Jul. 
Say you so, Madam; now by my honesty  
It was cunningly carried.  Enter Cassidore. 
But see, Madam, Cassidore returns, and that's  
No ill sign.  Alle. 
What, have you so soon quitted the Idol of  
Your soul: O, I see the reason, your looks discover  
Some unkindness in her carriage to you.  Cass. 
It were a wrong unto the goodness of her Nature,  
Should I make the least complaint of her ill usage.  Alle. 
Come, come, unvizard your deceit: has she not  
Told me, she despised your courtship, and vowed  
It was much dislike she ever saw you.  Cass. 
Those discourtesies have found a Grave long since.  
The minute (Madam) is scarce passed, in which she  
Gave me Promise of her love: and I am going  
Now to seek her brother out for his consent:  
Your servant, Madam.  [Exit. Alle. 
What have I done, how I am punished with my  
Own craft; my hypocrisy hath only served  
To make her desperate, in crediting the truth  
Of my report she hath given her faith to him.  Jul. 
How could you expect it other?  Alle. 
I have made a Causeway of Ice, myself to walk on.  Jul. 
Good Madam.  Alle. 
Affliction on affliction hourly finds me.  Jul. 
Pray Madam, hear me.  Alle. 
Would I had bit my unhappy tongue out,  
When I invented words so fatal to my hopes.  Jul. 
Why here's a woman right, never settled in one  
Mind; either too mild a calm,  
Or else too rough a storm.  
Well may men say, we are a kind of ill mixt-Nature.  Enter Robatzy meeting Alleria and Julia. Rob. 
Daughter, I have been seeking you, Flaminio's  
Mother is arrived; I would have you haste  
To give her welcome.  Alle. 
I shall attend her, Sir.  [Exit Aller Rob. 
Do you hear, Julia?  Jul. 
Sir.  Rob. 
What storm is that sits in your Mystriss' brow.  Jul. 
Nothing, Sir, but perplexed a little at the  
Follies of the old lover.  Rob. 
Bid her think what wealth she will be Mystriss of.  jul. 
Hang wealth, what does plenty signify with decease.  Rob. 
Why just so much as beauty with poverty.  Jul. 
Fie, Sir, would you have her chained to a man,  
Who divides the hours with Cofes: as Cokes do  
The night, by instinct of Nature.  Rob. 
Youth, like a Hunter, when his prey is taken  
Seeks for new Game, and leaves the old forsaken;  
Tell her from me, Young fruits the stomach gripe.  Jul. 
And those do surfeit that are over-ripe.  Ber. 
within. Ho, where are you father-in-law.  Jul. 
Hark, Sir, the Hunt's up, you hear the cry: I'll  
Be gone. If I stay I shall have the Headache  
Three days after.  [Exit Julia Rob. 
She is in the right, for he drops out of his  
Mouth in an hour, whatsoever is poured in at  
His ears in a day.  Enter Bertran and Pedro Ber. 
O old man, are you there?  Rob. 
I Sir, what would you have?  Ber. 
What did you hear any thing of the noise last night?  Rob. 
No, Sir, I heard nothing.  Ber. 
No faith, I believe thee; if the Fire should  
Burn your house down; you would be roasted like  
A Woodcock in't, before you would 'scape it.  
Lord, Lord, what ill ears have these old fellows: but  
Though you are so damnable drowsy, you  
Have a daughter watchful enough.  Rob. 
Why, what was the matter, Sir?  Ber. 
First, tell me, have you a mind to hear me?  Rob. 
With all my heart, I am prepared.  Ber, 
Well, I'll tell you then, but can you hear well  
When you do not sleep? shall I speak loud?  Rob, 
Speak as you please, Sir, I shall hear.  Ber. 
And will you hold your tongue?  Rob. 
As long as you please.  Ped. 
Have at him then.  Ber. 
First then, I must tell you I am noble, and  
Not of a common Birth; my father was a Gentleman,  
But I am a better Gentleman than he: my  
Way is courteous to all the world; I have every  
Bodies good word; there's not a Footman in Toledo,  
But had rather keep me Company then his Master:  
Every one laughs to see me; what, you are asleep already.  Rob. 
No, no, no, Sir, I am attentive.  Ber. 
I excel all mankind in riding the great Horse,  
For at a Leap I throw myself into the Saddle,  
And with that swiftness, that 'tis unperceivable;  
Then when I dismount I cast myself off much  
Better: which, you know, are remarkable proofs of  
Agility: and for Valour, I am so full of it  
I am ready to burst; I sing too like a Swan,  
And dance like a Lunatic.  Rob. 
Those are Qualities so becoming, I ever  
Took delight in 'em; pray Sir, display your Gifts  
A little to my vein.  Ber. 
No, no, no: I have left 'em off ever since I  
Grew fat; but here's my man Pedro shall  
Show you something of my teaching, to your  
Admiration; nay, I am not a man of talk;  
I have been as famous too at the Bull-sport,  
I have overthrown six in a day: my arms  
Were once as good as any man's; and I could  
Have hoist the Horns of a Bull, with as much  
Ease as I have killed a wild Boar; Sirrah, you  
Know this to be true.  Ped. 
Now must I lie for him to save a beating.  [aside. 
I know you, Sir, to be so valiant, you would  
Not fly, though pursued by an Army: and so  
Stately, you would not rise from your bed to salute a King.  Ber. 
Come, Sirrah, sing me the Song I last made;  
Nay, since you will be entertained, I'll show you  
Qualities which Sivel never could: come, come,  
Begin; You know where, I set it in Sole fa.  Ped. 
Sings ridiculously.  

THE SONG.  
Young I was, and yet not old:  
Neither am I grown so cold;  
But I can play, and I can twine  
About a Virgin like a Vine.  
In her Lap too I can lie  
Melting, and in Fancy die:  
And return to life, if she  
Claps my cheeks, or kisses me:  
So that by this you see't appears  
Our Loves will still outlast our Years.   Rob. 
Why, this is excellent.  Ber. 
Nay, 'tis nothing to what I'll show you:  
I'll show you Agility.  [Makes Pedro leap over his. 
Now shrink yourself into a dwarf, now move  
In that Figure: make me half a dozen of  
Those faces that I last painted,  [Pedro dances. 
Very well: now dance me an Antic.  Rob. 
This has some pleasure in't.  Ber. 
Hang him, the Rogue is lazy: I have a dog at  
Home exceeds him in all but singing▪ I have  
A great Judgement in painting too: could I but  
Animate the Bodies that I form, my skill would  
Outdo nature, I can with a touch of my Pencil  
Shape a most ●●●● full face, paint Thunder and Lightning,  
So as to make the beholder tremble; daybreak,  
The rising Sun, the Meridian, Raze and Dusky  
Evening, Clouds and Meteors, Man, Beasts, Plants,  
Herbs, Flowers and Fruit, Fire and Water, Heaven  
And Earth, Peace and War— How now, what do you  
Sleep again: what a damned fop have I for a father in law.  Rob. 
Silence assist me, what a Monument of vanity is this?  Ped. 
Take courage, Sir, your ears are like to have a surfeit.  Ber. 
Now for good Husbandry, therein I yield to no man.  
I have a just understanding in all things:  
I laugh at them that laugh at me; as for my  
Person 'tis not to be disliked: what say you old man?  
Is it not a goodly building? is not my foot  
Well turned, and my legs well set on? Have  
I not a Majestic deport, and Warlike look  
As much, or more than yours.  Rob. 
Patience defend me, here are words enough to  
Make a man's Memory ache: I thought, Sir,  
You had some secrets to tell me; all these are  
Nothing but windy praises cast upon yourself.  Ber. 
Why you Codshead, were they not secrets till  
I told 'em you: Of your impertinence? this  
Foolish fellow interrupts me so, I have  
Forgot where I left off— did not I tell you,  
You would be talking to me, before I had done—  
My estate is six thousand forty two Ducats a year.  Rob. 
You told me that yesterday— pray be short, I  
Love not meat twice dressed.  Ber. 
Well, well, 'tis no matter, for that your Age weakens  
Your Memory: but as I was a saying, having  
This estate, I am resolved to marry, and leave a  
Race of Bertrans to the world, all such as  
Shall propagate my Name and Family; You have  
A daughter whom I intended for my Spouse; 'tis  
True, she is handsome, and 'tis time you should dispose  
Of her, for you are old: and death may snatch you hence.  Rob. 
Are you in your Wits, Sir?  Ped. 
As much as ever he was.  [aside. Ber. 
Interruption, be attentive in the  
Devil's name, and hear me out: I have  [too Rob. 
Heard you long enough already; but your old  
Whimseycal pate is so full of vapours; you  
Know not what you say or do.  Rob. 
I tell you, Sir—  Ber. 
You shall tell me nothing, Sir: Death, can you  
Tell me any thing I do not know already:  
You will be still reasoning, and know nothing—  
I tell you that this last night I heard a man in  
Your Daughter's Chamber, and I had taken him there,  
But that they put stools in my way to prevent  
It, did you know this?  Rob. 
How, Sir?  Ber. 
As you are an old man, and suddenly expect your  
Grave, is it fit to put me in such fears at Midnight?  
Hear me: I had rather marry a woman without a Nose,  
Then one that must be watched, to keep Her honest.  Rob. 
Will you be temperate, Sir, and hear me?  Ber. 
Go, go, go: look for a fool elsewhere to  
Humour you: I'll have none of her, she is not  
For my use; pay me but my Expenses, I'll  
Freely part with her; let all Promises be null,  
Good friends, and so farewell.  Rob. 
I have been told you wanted brains, and now you  
Have proved it to me: do you know who I am?  Ber. 
Yes: you are an old sottish Buzzard.  Rob. 
Why, you Hog, you Swine, you boorish Animal.  Ber. 
Nay, nay, nay: fume, fret, swear and dam: Give  
Me a Release, and take your daughter.  Rob. 
No, Sir; I'll make you know you have abused  
My daughter, wronged my honour, injured my house,  
And blemished my fame; and I'll have satisfaction  
From the heart.  [draws his sword. Ber. 
Death, what a damned choleric old fellow is this?  [aside Rob. 
Thou valiant, thou Hogshead of oil and filthiness,  
Come down if thou durst.  Ber. 
Ha, ha, ha, my dear Dad, how I honour thy courage;  [runs to him and embraces him 
Should I be angry now, what would become  
Of thee? but I have no power:  
Come, give me thy hand; nay, nay, nay, Glove  
And all; your Compliment is but your own vexation.  
Spare it; a soft word draws the soul out of me.  
Well, I do consent to espouse your Daughter:  
Go get you in, Set all things in Readiness,  
My estate I'll Settle upon my children:  Rob. 
Well we are friends again then:  
You'll follow.—  [Exit Rob. Ber. 
ay, I,— the Devil fetch him, Now what shall I do,  
I have no more mind to marry then to die.  Ped. 
This is the rare piece of obedience, Sir, you  
Boasted of: and swore you would defy the devil  
To dishonest her; I am sorry your Judgement led  
You into such errors, for she is a woman, and  
Those are a kind of locks, that every man  
Has a Key too.  Ber. 
A Pox upon him, what wouldst thou have me do?  Enter Sancho. San. 
Well Sir, what do you resolve to marry or return?  Ber. 
No, no, no, I am in again: the Match  
Is made to my sorrow: I have done what I  
Could to break it, but that peevish old fellow,  
Her father, would not consent to it.  San. 
Then, Sir you are miserable.  Ber. 
Why how should I help it, I cannot get back  
My Contract, that frothy old fool is every  
Foot drawing his sword: what if I had killed him?  San. 
Then he had been a dead man.  Ber. 
I had certainly done it, but that there's an  
Antipathy between me and the blood of a Woodcock:  
Besides, my estate would have been confiscate.  Ped. 
I have known you threaten death, Sir, for a less  
Matter: breaking but your windows.  San. 
To prevent danger, Sir, lay your affront upon  
My sword.  Ber. 
Why, canst thou fight?  San. 
Fight, look you, Sir, ha: Slap,  [San. draws and offers to run at him. Ber. 
'Ssish, thou art a devil at it: this Rogue has  
Courage I find: but for all this, would I were  
Well back again in Toledo: these spirits  
In Sivel are damnable furious: if I fight them,  
I must either leave the World or my Country;  
And I find myself very well in both.  Enter Alvarez and Julia. Jul. 
Look you, Sir, you have no block to remove now  
But him; for as I told you, your Rival, Cassidore,  
In my hearing confessed, your Sister had engaged  
To marry him, if he could gain but your consent;  
And that thing there is easily scared out of her;  
Such a valiant nothing, that he is ready to run  
Away from himself; like the satire that  
Fled from the noise of a Horn which he himself made.  Alva. 
Enough, let me alone.  Ber. 
How now, who is that?  San. 
I know not, Sir.  Ber. 
I do not like his looks, ask him what he would have:  San. 
Sir, my Master desires to know—  Alva. 
Your Master's a Cur, and his men are whelps.  [He kicks San. and cuffs Pedro. Ber. 
Ha, what says he?  San. 
Says he; I know what he says, but you may read  
His meaning here, Sir— he has printed it with his Toes.  Ped. 
A Pox of his short hand.  Ber. 
What, beat my servants; I thank him for that  
I faith; would he had done so much to me.  Alva. 
Be gone, you slaves, and leave us to ourselves.  Ber. 
Stir not, he that is upright need not covet privacy.  Alva. 
What walking Dunghill is this, made of the  
Dust swept from the house of Ignorance.  
You, with your Saracens face; what, are you the toy that  
Comes a wooing here; why thou Hee-goat, where  
Hast thou been hid i'th' world; thou hast not been  
The talk of Children.  Ber. 
Pedro, Sancho.  Both. 
ay, I, Sir, we are here.  Alva. 
Do you hear, Mountain of Mummy,  
You want a wife, do you; I'll wive you,  
You shall see; come, Sir, since you wear a sword,  
You shall use one. Draw, nay, nay. Do it  
Or I will shake thee into dripping: you must  
Have a wife; why you shall have a wife: Come  
Win her, and wear her.  Ber. 
Why Gentleman, Sir, let me be hanged if I'll have  
Any: she is put upon me by her father, whether  
I will or no.  Alva. 
Will you resign her then?  Ber. 
With all my heart, upon condition—  Alva. 
What?  Ber. 
You pay my expenses hither; nay, 'tis not much,  
But I would not be laughed at in my own Country,  
For losing my labour, and my money too.  Alva. 
Provided, you never more renew your claim,  
I'll do it willingly.  Ber: 
Nay, nay, I'll be gone this Afternoon: go, Pedro,  
Go you to the Inn, and get all things in readiness.  Ped. 
I shall, Sir.  [Exit Pedro. Alva. 
Well, we are agreed then.  San. 
But Sir, what will her father say to this bargain?  
You promised him to marry her presently.  Ber. 
Let him say what he will, what a pax care I what  
He says; Am I bound to humour him; I'll marry her  
To whom I please, she is mine as long as he  
Keeps my Contract.  Sanc. 
Well Sir, do your pleasure.  Alva. 
Come, let us in, and see what your Expenses come to.  Ber. 
So now the Bargain's made, I'll homeward Hop,  
And deal no more in love, but shut up shop.  [Exeunt.   


ACT V. SCENE I.  Enter Bertran and Sancho. BEr. 
Come, come, Sirrah, knock at the door.  Sanc. 
It's open, Sir,  Ber. 
That's all one, knock when I bid you.  San: 
Why, Sir, you may go in without knocking,  
The Door invites you.  Ber. 
Sirrah, sirrah, learn more manners; do  
As I bid you: Knock, or I'll knock a peal  
Upon your pate; I will not come under her  
Roof, her dealings have been base; knock louder,  
Louder yet, I'll starve and rot first:  
The open Air is every man's.  Enter Julia. Jul. 
Who is it knocks: O Signior, is it you?  
Will you be pleased to walk in, Sir?  Ber. 
No, no, I am none of your walk-in, Sirs: I am in  
Too far already, I would I had my Contract:  
This Rogue (I have married her to) will not  
Pay me my Expenses, till he has my Contract;  
Up: go, go, bid your wise Master come out to me.  Jul. 
But, Sir—  Ber. 
But me no Butts, hold your prating  
Housewife, do you stand there to ask men  
Questions? tell your Master I am here.  [Exit. Jul. 
Well Sir: I shall acquaint him.  Ber. 
I go in? I'll first go into a Pest-house▪ by this  
Light, I had rather have twenty wives then have  
Such a father in Law.  San. 
Marry Sir: would we were well at home again▪  
The Town they call Sivil, but the usage is not so:  
I have scarce had a belly full since I came;  
Their Kid and Garlic, Zant Oil and  
Salad: with half a Hen amongst six of us.  
I have an English stomach, and could digest  
A Chine of Beef; I love my belly best of any  
Thing; 'tis nearer to me then my Kindred.—  
Hang this wooing, and all that profess it.  Ber. 
In quotha? Catch me in their house again  Enter Robatzy. Rob. 
Why, Signior Bartran, I hope I have given you no  
Cause to leave my house in Anger.  Ber. 
O good Signior Antiquity! I know you well enough  
For a fair tongued man, but I care not for  
Your Apology, as little for your love, I can  
Live without both: Eat my own, and sleep  
Without dependencies.  Rob. 
Now you talk gently, Sir.  Ber. 
No matter what I talk, I am not so gentle  
Neither, nor will not be; this shan't cog me  
Into a Marriage: But if I marry her, may  
The devil carry me away upon my  
Wedding day.  Rob. 
Will you hear reason?  Ber. 
No, I'll hear no reason: reason! I am not  
To be popped off with reason: your Daughter I  
Have disposed of, Give me my Contract, and  
There's an end.  Rob. 
Why, Signior, in all things there must be method.  
You choke the child of honour, the discretion.  Ber. 
Well, well, I know what I do without your  
Direction: I am not to be tutored by such an  
Old fool as you: my cause is no man's but  
My own; Give me my Contract, or by  
Heaven, I'll fire your house, and that's my  
Way of honour.  Rob. 
Perfectly Lunatic.  Ber. 
As for your daughter, I have no more to say to her,  
I have recalled the Vows I made to her; and  
I am no longer obliged.  Rob. 
Pray le's argue something temperately like men.  Ber. 
Like men?  Rob. 
You are too sudden.  Ber. 
Like men, Sir!  Rob. 
I Sir, like men, 'tis fair language.  Ber. 
Why, dost hear old fellow, what strange beast  
Would your grave reverence make me appear?  
Like men! I tell thee, fellow, I am as much a man,  
And as good a man.  Rob. 
All this is granted, Sir.  Ber. 
And as wise a man.  Rob. 
True, Sir.  Ber. 
As any man. And a man dares make thee no  
Man, or at least a base man and an old man.  Rob. 
Ha, ha, ha.  [laughs. Ber. 
What, do you laugh, you Vulture?  Rob. 
Why, thou Antique fool, thou Morrice-dancer:  
Since thou hast again provoked me, thou  
Shalt have no contract; come, say thy  
Prayers, thou art dead.  [draws Ber. 
I scorn thee, and scorn to say my prayers  
More than thou dost.  San. 
Nay, good Sir, bear a little with his follies  [to Rob. 
'Tis rather a disease then temper in him.  Ber. 
Take heed, urge me no more; if I draw once  
I shall kill thee: and (like a rotten Pumpeon)  
Leave thy old Carcase stinking to Posterity.  Rob. 
Why thou ridiculous Varlet, how durst thou  
Talk of killing, or drawing any thing but  
Thy breath, which stinks more than a putrified  
Marrowbone.  Ber. 
Sancho, come hither: he is too old to fight with;  
Prithee, take me in thy Arms, and throw me  
At that Puppy.  Rob. 
Get thee out of my house thou overgrown  
Ass, Dunghill, Quagmire, (or what is worse)  
All filths moulded up in one detested Lump;  
If I have stood a patient Anvil to all thy  
Lunatic fits, 'twas in compassion to thy Age  
And weakness. But now I can no longer bear  
It. Begone (I say) or I'll send an Officer to  
Whip thee out of Town.  [Exit Rob. Ber. 
Whip me on't of Town! O fire and brimstone:  
Whip me out of Town? I'll show him a trick for that.  
Go, Sirrah, run to the Inn, and get my Mule  
Saddled presently.  San. 
With all my heart, Sir, and glad of the Office;  
Farewell Sivil; I'll leave your Kid and Garlic  
To the devil.  Ber. 
Whip me out of Town! O that he were but  
Young enough for my revenge, that I might  
Kill him, and be justified in honour.  Enter Alleria and Julia. Jul. 
Sir, my Lady hears you are going away, and  
She is come to take her leave.  Ber. 
Nay, nay, I have no more to say to her, she is  
Too frail a wife for me; she is awake at midnight,  
When other women sleep.  Alle. 
Go, go, you are a petulant froward Ass, a baby of 70.  Jul. 
An old doting iniquity of Age:  
You make a bedfellow, a broom-stick would  
Make a better.  Ber. 
How! the scoff of Petticoats!  Alle. 
A child at man's estate: Puff-paste, Flesh-fly.  Ber. 
Dare you provoke me thus?  Jul. 
A wife! the fool must have a rattle.  Alle. 
You nauseous wretch.  Jul. 
You Sea-Calf.  Alle. 
You Land-whale.  Jul. 
You heap of Atoms kneaded into flesh.  Ber. 
Patience, here's a bed of Snakes within me.  Jul. 
Durst thou venture on a Lady in the Summer  
And hunting season of her youth? Threescore  
And six, to have and to hold a Maidenhead  
Of eighteen: look, look, how he grumbles  
Behind his board.  [He is mumbling Alle. 
The contempt of women, and the shame of men.  Jul. 
Go, go, march (Memento mori)  
She'll deal no more in old flesh.  
Ha, ha, ha.  Both. 
Ha, ha, ha.  [both laugh; he runs at Jul. with his sword. Ber. 
By Heaven, Huswife, I'll spoil your laughing.  [Exit Ber. Enter Sophia and Attendance, and Addibar meeting her. Add. 
Madam, my Master is ready to attend.  Sop. 
Heaven guide my tongue to express my sorrows  
In that pensive nature, that it may fill his  
Soul with a just loathing of Alvero and his  
Sister; such heavy news as mine must gently  
Sink into him by degrees.  Enter Flaminio. Fla. 
Most dear Madam, thus low I beg the  [kneels 
Honour of your blessing.  So. 
The thoughts of what I have to say, gives an  
Increase to all the terrors of my heart.  Fla. 
Heavens! what unusual grief is this:  
I was not used to kneel thus long in vain:  So. 
I fear to give thee thy desires, lest I should  
Cast away my blessing.  Fla. 
How have I deserved this separation from your love?  So. 
[Rise, and I'll unfold the secret to thee.  riseth. Fla. 
Pray Madam, speak, for this attentive ear,  
Cannot hear worse, then 'tis prepared to hear.  So. 
I am robbed of all that vital heat that  
Fed my life with joy.  Fla. 
You come with Cripples pace to that which  
You should fly to.  So. 
Take it at once then, thy Sister, thy poor  
Sister Semena, is ravished from me.  Fla. 
Ravished! may the unwearied Sun  
For ever shroud, that horrid day within  
Some fatal cloud.  
And may that night eternally be blind,  
Lest in itself, nor to the day rejoined.  
Tell me the man that did that horrid deed.  
And were he fenced with fire, he should  
Not 'scape vengeance.  So. 
O may each Sunshine, a new blessing on  
Thee; I'll twine thee to me in these arms,  
As Ivy locks the Elm in her Embraces;  
Now take all the blessing  
I can give thee.  Fla. 
I am impatient till I hear his name,  
My sword had never nobler thirst of blood.  So. 
Alvero was the man.  Fla. 
Alvero! O lend me temper, Heaven.  So. 
I'll tell thee all, since thy resentments are  
So great; I was a long time solicited  
By friends to give her him to wife, and  
With purpose to put a Period to all the  
Variances that had long reigned in  
Both our Families. He counted her (as  
I thought,) with noble passion: but when  
The day was set, and all things ready to  
Consummate the Marriage, he most  
Ignobly left her, and took his flight for  
Spain; and hath in Sivil there, as I am  
Informed, resided ever since. Your Sister  
Full of grief, remained some days  
Behind him, but soon after was not to  
Be heard of.  Fla. 
You have Comet-struck my amazed soul.  So. 
Read; but this Letter 'twill confirm all truth.  [Gives him a Letter. Fla. [reads 
Dear Mother,  
This Paper will advertise you of an 
 Unhappiness insupportable, the most disloyal 
 Of all Mankind, (that Infidel) Alvero, is 
 Author of more misery to me than I can 
 Utter. He only hath drawn me from the 
 Blessing of your Presence, which I despair ever 
 To enjoy again, and therefore must of 
 Force remain.  
Your most unfortunate Daughter, SEMENA.  Flam. 
What killing Accents hath my ears  
Received, sinking the soul with the report.  So. 
A truth so dismal is almost incredible.  Fla. 
Alvero ravished her.  So. 
Though this was a Misfortune Charity  
Could not pardon; yet I, supported with a  
Matchless patience, and publicly diffused  
The Rumour of her death, the better to  
Disguise our infamy.  Fla. 
None can tell how much my heart shares  
In your sorrows, Madam, by the sad ashes  
Of my Father's grave; this is a Crime deserves  
The vengeance of the Heavens.  So. 
Your threatenings are but as feathers flying  
In the Air, 'tis now a time to punish,  
Not complain; in such dire Acts as these  
We best express our troubles by our revenge:  
Complaints are womens' Oratory: but  
Valour is the Rhetoric of man: since  
The injury is deadly, the reparation ought  
To be the same: Now thou knowest the Offender  
Fly to thy revenge; had Nature enabled  
Me for such an Action, thou hadst not  
Known the crime: I conjure thee therefore  
On my blessing, see me no more till thou  
Hast drowned this shame in blood.  [Exit. Fla. 
Alas, what counsel shall I take, whose  
Life I seek, to him for mine I owe: he saved  
The brother, but the sister hath destroyed.  
Can Heaven suffer me to spill his blood,  
Who was the dear preserver once of mine:  
Blood too that I have some share in, for  
My Jacinta runs in half his veins.  Enter Jacinta and Livia. 
Yonder she comes, honour would have me  
Fly her; but there's another power more  
uncontrollable, subdues that thought and  
Binds me to her worship; O why did not the malice  
Of my fate, Confer this guilt  
On one that I could hate?  Jac. 
Dost thou observe (Livia) how unwilling  
He is to see me? Let us pass by him  
Without a word.  [She puts down her veil. Fla. 
Fairest of Creatures, Creation's purity,  
Thou Charm of all my Senses.  Jac. 
Your Adorations, Sir, are misapplied.  Fla. 
'Tis not from custom, Madam, but from  
Sympathy my heart thus bows to you;  
I know my devotions to be more just  
Then to be led by error.  Jac. 
Look you, Sir, what think you now?  
Am I so like Alleria, you cannot  
Know the one from tother?  Fla. 
Alleria, Madam: I had erred indeed, had  
I suspected that.  Jac. 
Nay, never counterfeit, I am sure you  
Took me for her.  Liv. 
Take heed, Signior, your dissimulation doth  
Not prejudice you, my Lady is going to  
Her, and she'll tell her all.  Fla. 
Now I am instructed whence this change comes;  
Perhaps, Madam, you conjecture my intimacy  
With her father, was in order to prefer some  
Amorous design to her; but I swear to you,  
Your Image only fills my heart, whatever  
In her was lovely I have often viewed,  
Without the least surprise.  Jac. 
How far will his hypocrisy extend?  [aside. Fla. 
Could you think, Madam, after I beheld you.  
I could have a thought of zeal to any other.  Jac. 
O monstrous, thou art as false as sin unto the soul.  
Thy face as full of Lies as Gipsies.  Fla. 
You confound me with your imputations: I am as  
Innocent in this, as the unstained soul of truth.  Jac. 
Is it to be innocent to counterfeit a passion to me,  
And then abandon me to the reproaches of all tongues;  
Nay more, to fawn, cringe and dote upon another,  
On purpose to afflict and persecute my timorous sincerity.  Fla. 
Who, Madam, has misguided your belief so much?  
May all the curses rage and malice wish, fall on me,  
If ever I had thoughts of swerving from my first Vow.  Jac. 
Good Heavens! can such an Imprecation pass without  
A Judgement from the Over-hearer? what Plagues can  
Be too great for him that is to marry one he  
Does not love, and yet forswears it so.  Fla. 
I marry her, then may Misery in all its  
Loathed forms cohabit with me.  Jac. 
O infidel! why every one is advertised of it.  Fla. 
Tell me but the Author of this abuse,  
And I will write it on his heart in stabs. He lies.  Jac. 
You dare not do it.  Fla. 
By all that's sacred, and can make an Oath, I dare.  Jac. 
It was Alleria; now tell me if you have a soul,  
Whether you dare preserve it?  Fla. 
O was it she: alas, Madam, do you vindicate  
The truth of her reports, she did it with design  
On purpose to abuse you.  Jac. 
Can guilt maintain such confidence?  Fla. 
Do but hear me, Madam: may I be  
Thunderstruck: and in this place stand fixed, an  
Eternal Prodigy of falseness, if ever I had  
For Alleria more than a fair Civility.  Jac. 
I will yet try him further, will you prove  
The truth of this?  Fla. 
You shall have a thousand proofs to undeceive you.  Jac. 
I'll have but one; Give me your hand and faith.  Fla. 
I'll give it you with joy; Honour defend me, what  [Offers readily to pull off his Glove, then checks himself. 
Was I about to do, give her the Hand that must  
Her Brother slay.  Jac. 
I know my demands would startle you: your  
Guilt, by your Reluctance, I perceive.  Fla. 
So great an honour, Madam, must needs surprise  
A heart that did so little expect it; your cruelty  
Before filled me with despair: and this excessive  
Favour astonished my unwary hopes; besides, I  
Feared if I obeyed you, 'twould be a blemish to your  
Honour: and that your Brother might be incensed against  
Me, if I accepted of your heart, without his Gift;  
But though these thoughts were worthy of debate,  
My resolution has o'recom 'em all: Now nothing shall  
Disappoint me of the glory of your favour.  [offers his hand. Jac. 
No Sir, now you accept too late, the desires I had  
Are vanished, never to be recalled.  Fla. 
I beseech you, Madam.  Jac. 
My doubts are now confirmed; when I required  
Your faith, the thoughts you had for her withheld  
You from the Gift; and your disordered looks  
Assured me, she was Possessor of the demands  
I made.  Fla. 
Madam, upon my Knees I tender it to you now.  Jac. 
It is not in your power to dispose.  Fla. 
Why have you taught your ears a scornful deafness?  
Is it to make my misery longer lived?  Jac. 
In vain are all your importunities,  
When sense of wrongs our resolutions blind,  
No supplication should reverse the mind.  [Exit Jac. and Liv. Fla. 
Now is my soul exposed to newer toils, must  
I suffer with submissive patience, the pains due  
To a crime I never did, and when Justice calls me  
To revenge, must I at the same time be unfortunate  
In my love; but here's my enemy, whom yet  
I have not power to hate.  Enter Alvarez and Lys. Alva. 
Sure he has trod on burning coals, he has made  
Such haste from me.  Lys. 
No matter, Sir, I hear her wound is dressed,  
She is well again, it was more fright than harm.  Fla. 
Speak heart, shall I embrace him, or  
Shall I pierce his heart.  Alva. 
O there's my Rival, Lysander, leave us to ourselves;  
Give me, ye gods, a wrath natured like lightning;  
A new invented spleen to talk unto this Monster.  Lys. 
Though he has deserved my utmost hatred, I love  
Him not so ill, to leave him in a danger; I fear  
They'll fight, and therefore will not be far distant.  [retires aside Fla. 
That Justice that holds up my sword faces it  
And turns his Advocate, what unjust grief is this  
Afflicts my worthy friend?  [Alva, sullen. Alva. 
Canst thou be my Tormentor; and ask me such  
A Question?  Fla. 
What's this, who is't has discomposed thee so?  Alva. 
One whose injuries I must punish with his death.  Fla. 
Prithee make me worthy of the glory to assist  
Thee in it.  Alva. 
I cannot perfect my revenge without you.  Fla. 
Alvarez, of all my blood you may dispose.  Alva. 
It is an offer that I cannot refuse.  Fla. 
What man hath Fate marked out to be so wicked,  
To be thy Offender?  Alva. 
Thou art audacious to an extreme, dost thou  
Not know it is thyself?  Fla. 
Make it appear that I have wronged thee  
(So much as in a thought) at this instant,  
Will I bring the Victim to the Altar.  Alva. 
Damn your hypocrisy, draw.  [Draws. Fla. 
Ah friend, what do I owe thee for this indignation?  
Were the obligations thou hast so often cast  
Upon me, capable of Addition, they were increased  
In this Invective; thou hast opened  
That precipice to thy own ruin, which all the  
World besides could not have done, my heart  
Excited with the sense of its own wrongs, justly  
Designed thy death; but when my Arm was  
Bent upon the Act, thy sight (alone) made  
It a sin to wish it.  Alva. 
Thou stranglest whilst thou flatter'st.  
I'll hear no more, defend thyself.  Fla. 
Thy resolution is to me most pleasing, I have  
Greater cause to fight thee, than thou canst  
Imagine: yet tell me what animates thy fury,  
That I may show thee thy deceit, and justify  
Myself in killing thee.  Alva. 
O that Thunder and Lightning were in my power,  
That I might strike thee dead.  
Does not thy treacherous soul usurp the  
Glory of my cares: hast thou not seduced  
My Mystriss from me, and tomorrow art  
To marry her.  Fla. 
If I am criminal, that's not  
My offence; Alleria was ever far from  
The reach of my hopes; no, no, thou canst  
Only reproach me, that without acquainting thee,  
I have made love unto thy Sister.  Alva. 
My Sister, may I believe this?  Fla. 
Is there faith in virtue?  Alva. 
How has my mistrust misguided me:  [runs to embrace Flamen. 
These are the Arms I draw against thee now,  
My Sister never could have aspired to such a  
Fortune, a man so truly noble.  Fla. 
Hold Sir, though you are satisfied, I am not,  
There let that Paper tell thee, the basest Act  [Throws him his Sister's Letter to his Mother. 
That ever yet defiled Humanity.  Lys. 
Are they not both in error?  Add. 
This is a pretty odd kind of interview,  
Knew 'em greet one another after this manner  
Before.  Alva. 
By my life, friend, I comprehend nothing.  Fla. 
Thou art but the picture of a friend: have  
I wrapped and woven thee into all Trusts and Counsels,  
To be pernicious to my honour.  Alva. 
Canst thou suspect me guilty of so black a deed,  
By all that's good, thy Sister  
Is a chaste (for aught I know) as the unsullied  
Lily: do but hear me.  Fla. 
No: deaf as a remorseless sea, my wrongs have made me  Alva. 
Was thy life saved to this end?  Fla. 
I owe thee nothing, since thou didst it to  
Upbraid me with it.  Alva. 
Him that love wounds, no other wounds can fear.  [They fight Add. 
More mischief; help, help, help.  [Exit. Lys. 
O that some striking Air had blasted me,  
Before I saw this moment: Hold, hold, Sir, hold;  [Lys. runs in between them. 
For Heaven's sake, hold.  Alva. 
Away, Boy.  Lys. 
I must not, I dare not.  Fla. 
Sirrah, forbear.  Lys. 
May that sword that strikes at each of you.  
Fall from the Hilt, and want a power to hurt you.  Enter Addibar again, bringing Robatzy, Alleria, Sophia, Jaccinta, Julia, Livia and Cassidore, with Attendants. Cass. 
Where are they?  Add. 
Here, Sir, here.  Cass. 
Hold, good Gentlemen, hold!  Jac. 
Kill him.  Alle. 
Save him.  Sop. 
No, no, my son, bravely pursue thy revenge▪  
Base man thou art to practise thy deceit  
Upon an innocent Child, the Jewel of my heart,  
The Hope and Comfort of my years.  Rob. 
Come, come, Madam: this is no time for Exclamation.  
The contention is too high to be appeased with words.  Cass. 
They shall not fight.  Rob. 
But they shall, Sir, come draw, old as I am  
I'll find employment for your sword.  Lys. 
O stay your bloody wills: behold not what I seem,  
But what I am: the unhappy cause of this  
Unlucky discord.  Rob. 
What frenzy is this?  Sop. 
Who art thou?  Lys. 
Semena, Madam: your most unfortunate Daughter  [falls on her Knees. Om. 
Semena?  Sop. 
O let me embrace thee, thou art she indeed:  
I know thee, by the Music of thy tongue:  
My Joys have now o'ercome my fears.  Alva. 
I am struck dumb with the surprise, Semena?  Lys▪ 
The very same Semena that heard you  
Vow, and did believe you: that fool that  
Did not think you could have flattered.  Alva. 
Madam, I confess, that in the face of Heaven we  
Exchanged hearts, gave faith for faith; but he is near  
A god that is lord over his eye, when my wandering looks  
Glanced upon other Beauties; yours, Madam, like a  
Cloud chased by the wind, fled from my Memory.  Sop. 
O speak, my child, my ears are greedy  
To receive thy stories:  Lys. 
When the fair Gem of my love was by  
Your persuasion, Madam, given to that disloyal  
Man, scarce had one Moon run out her time,  
But he, perfidious as he was, left me the scorn of women:  
Notwithstanding this,  
My afflicted heart yearnd after him, and my  
Hopes persuaded me, that thus disguised, I  
Possibly might find him in some part of  
Spain, whither reporr informed me he was  
Fled: At length I had Advice that he was  
Here in Sivil, and turned a Proselyte to another's  
Love; upon which (with strict Enquiry having found  
Him,) I gained an interest to get into his service,  
And gladly executed all Commands of his, even  
Such as were destructive to my own peace and quiet.  Sop. 
O let me drop upon thy cheeks these tears  
Of joy.  Fla. 
Dear Sister, thou art more welcome to these eyes,  
Then was the first light to the disordered Chaos.  Alva. 
Here, as your Despiser, Madam, strike  [offers his sword 
My heart asunder, but save the new born  
Love within it: be just unto yourself, and kill me.  Lys. 
Kill you, not for the world.  Alva. 
The world will Saint you for doing her such  
Service, and all chaste Maids that meet  
With miseries modelled out by yours, would build  
You Altars, and yearly on the day you did  
This deed▪ would make them flame  
With thankful Sacrifices: Kill me, for I am so  
Inconstant, 'tis dangerous to the world they  
Should have my example.  Lys. 
Contrition, Sir, has carried you into a noble Figure.  
All the resentments of my wrongs, your Penitence  
Has overcome.  Alva. 
I blush I have but one soul to offer you.  
This Act of Pardon, Madam, is a bounty as matchless  
As your virtue: Now if your honoured Parent would think  
Me worthy of her Indemnity, nothing shall prevent  
Our union.  Sop. 
I do not want the pity you denied to her;  
But I am ready to forget what's past, and meet your wishes  
With all willingness.  Alva. 
Hereafter we will be like streams which flow  [gives her Alv. 
In curl together, and no difference know.  Fla. 
Now friend (for so I must again call thee)  
My Fate hangs on thy lips, in thy happiness,  
Thy Sister depends only on thy disposure.  Alva. 
Nothing can be too worthy of thee.  Fla. 
Now are my Joys complete.  Jac. 
All my suspicions are now extinguished, and  
Give me leave to tell you, (yet not without a  
Blush) that in this I as well obey my own desires  
As my brothers, though Cassidore will complain on't.  Cass. 
You are mistaken, Madam: to show, that I  
Repine not at your fortune, I am converted to  
This Lady; there's but one billow more to fill  
This Tide: Madam, your father's breath may  
Do it.  [to Aller. Rob. 
Sir, in my daughter's Choice my satisfaction bounds.  Alle. 
You have so many ways obliged me,  
I can deny you nothing, where I owe my life,  
I well may owe my love.  Rob. 
Here Sir, take her, and with her take my blessing  [Gives her. Cass. 
Our two souls, like well-tuned instruments  
Shall now make up one Symphony:  
So those Notes that at the first seem discords,  
Conclude in a most pleasing Harmony.  Alva. 
Madam, I hope to have your friendship,  
Though I go without your love.  Alle. 
You shall now have both, Sir.  Cass. 
And mine too; we now are friends, too  
Strong for Fate to break.  Rob. 
Come then, let Music be prepared,  
And all the shows of joy that Mirth  [dances. 
Can make: since our Disasters are so well  
Composed, we'll turn this day into a Jubilee.  
They that thus wait the leisure of their Fate,  
Advantage find to be unfortunate.  [Ex eunt omnes. 
FINIS.