THE princess: OR, Love at first Sight. A tragicomedy: The Scene NAPLES and SICILY.  
Written in Naples BY THOMAS KILLIGREW.  
Dedicated to his dear Niece THE LADY ANNE WENTWORTH, WIFE TO The LORD LOVELACE.  
LONDON: Printed by J. Macock, for Henry Herringman; and are to be sold at his Shop at the sign of the Blew-Anchor, in the lower Walk of the New Exchange. 1663.   

THE Scene in SICILY and NAPLES.  

Dramatis Personae.  
FAcertes, late Prince, now King of Sicily (by his Father's late death in Battle) taken Prisoner by the Romans.  
Lucius, (under the name of Cilius) Brother to Facertes.  
Virgilius, Son to Julius Caesar.  
Minetes, his Servant.  
Nigro, Foster-father to Facertes.  
Viceroy of Sicily for Facertes.  
Bragadine, Son to the Governor of Naples.  
Terresius, a Sicilian Commander, turned Pirate.  
Lieutenant, his Associate.  
Tullius, an humorous Companion of theirs.  
Crabb, a Soldier of theirs.  
Other Soldiers of their Gang.  
Roman Soldiers.  
Prisoners.  
Pimp and bawd of Naples (bawd's name Olympia.)  
bravoes.  
Servants.  
Sophia, Sister to Virgilius.  
Cicilia, Sister to Facertes and Lucius.  
Paulina, a Neapolitan Lady.    

THE princess: OR, Love at first Sight.  

ACT. I. SCEN. I.  Enter two Soldiers retiring, beaten in by three others, with them, the Lieutenant, holding Sophia in his hand. Lieu. 
SLaves, you have her? you have your Throats shaved with a short sword.  1 Sould. 
By what title is she yours? We fought for her.  2 Sould. 
And by our Laws you ought to stand to your Lot.  Lieu. 
By what Laws? By the Roman Law, you Rascals? broad-sword-law; besides she looks as if she were sweet and sound, which are things you'll scarce bring a precedent, to prove your interest by.  1 Sould. 
We will not quit our shares for words; We have swords.  Lieu. 
And no money; Go ye Rascals: do you show your teeth? Go, truss, be gone, to the next wood's side, there speed with your Ploughs; do you threaten me with your cold Iron?  1 Sould. 
Your odds makes you presume, but if we meet you alone, o'th' Guard.  Lieu. 
Then I'll cut thy Throat.  2 Sould. 
No, we'll spare you that labour, and have yours cut.  Lieu. 
Yes, yes, I know thou art good at killing, by Attorney.  1 Sould. 
'Sdeath, come away, follow, We shall a have time.  [Exeunt the two Soldiers, Lieut. 
And that's all, but a wheel and a crowd, that thy end can claim,—  
How now? weeping? come, dry, dry; I'll be a Father to thee. Art honest?  Sophia. 
Dare not you be honest too?  Lieut. 
Honest? Faith, pretty one, he that dares fight is as honest a Soldier as needs to be.  Sophia. 
O! ye Gods. She lies down  Lieut. 
They are the prettiest kind of commodities, these women, that a man can deal in, there is nothing like 'em, but ready money.  Sould. 
Pray, Sir, leave talking, and fall to, that we may have Here they put up their swords .your leavings.  Lieu. 
Not a bit, go home to your Doll, and fall to your cold meat, friends.  Sould. 
Hang her, she's old.  Lieut. 
Speak reverently of her Age, the Jade brought great loads to our pleasure, in her youth, and must not be forgotten.  Sould. 
O but this, Sir, has such an excellent face.  Lieut. 
Away, you Rogues, old chins, and naked chins, Boys of the first beard, and find distinction? must your weak stomachs have face-sauce, before you can fall to? the sex (you Varlets) was enough, when I was young; and I confess they have been sad days with me, since the Face and Petticoat came in esteem: look where she lies, (what? weeping, pretty one? now if I should dote in my latter days, and draw in at my eyes a punishment, they say the Gods are just, and may, through my doublet, punish the sins of my youth— Hum, I'll think no more on't;— Faith I must kiss thee. He lies down and she rises.  Sophia. 
O Sir, be not so barbarous as to bring those dangers you have beaten hence; why do you lay such rude hands on me? Think you, the innocence of Maid and Virgin have no power to He lays hands on her .guard me?  Lieut. 
A Maid! by my faith, it's strange, I should ha' judged you at the second age, when women fall; have you no witness of what you say? I have no faith your witness, or I kiss. He still pulls her.  Sophia. 
Away, unhand me, and force me not to call down a Plague to guard me, scorn not my words, if thou dost this wickedness, thou wilt find the curse of an injured Maid strike as sure, as lightning, and as fatal; nor can all thy skill and courage defend thee, but despairs will find thee, and inhabit in thee, till thou art dissolved in the horrors of thy fear. But if this calm, which seems to allay He lets her go and looks on her .thy troubled blood, be real, upon my knees, I'll fall, and to the Gods send my Prayers for thee, and they'll prove as great a guard, and thou shalt find this good act interpose between thee and thy greatest dangers.  Lieut. 
By this light she talks unhappily, should I keep her company, I must beg; no more of this discourse, pray.  Sophia. 
Let me be safe in my Honour, and I'll be silent, and beside the reward that heaven will pay you, my Ransom shall be what you'll name.  Lieu. 
You have prevailed, and shall be free from force; but take heed of talking of Heaven before these; to tempt them with such promises, is bidding them to their loss; for what can such fellows hope for there, but to become some odd Saints without Holidays?  Sould. 
Lieutenant, you are somewhat free in your Opinion of us.  Lieu. 
Why, dost thou sweet heart, hope for better? look upon him has he not a promising face? I'll prophecy, Crabb, continue in thy calling, and thou art safe, for thou hast endeavoured long, and I fear not, but hast made good friends below, and mayst be of a good rank in hell.  Sould. 
Faith, Lieutenant, methinks, you spurred fairly forwards, and, upon my Conscience, will be richly damned.  Lieu. 
Who I? Faith and troth I think I shall, and yet, while Shakes his purse .this lasts, I have good hopes; for I am of Opinion, no Man is damned that has money in his purse; nor do I see how poor folks can be saved; What noise is that?  Sould. 
I hear our captain's voice.  Lieu. 
Away, take her to my quarter, and, upon your lives, no Insolence; pray step off with them, till I see what occasions this noise.  Sophia. 
I will go, But if this be Treachery  
Know, though 'tis easy to abuse the Gods,  
Yet it is heavy for to bear their rods.  Lieu. 
Away, you are safe.  [Exeunt omnes but the Lieut.  

ACT. I. SCEN. II.  Enter Captain and Soldiers, with the Romans bound, that were taken with Sophia. Sould. 
SIR, these are some poor Rogues.  Captain. 
Hang 'em then for being poor.  1. Roman. 
Cannot our prayers find thy Mercy?  Capt. 
A pox upon your prayers, they could not protect thee; hang 'em I say.  Lieu. 
Hold Sir, mistake not these Men, for, if I guess right, they are no beggars.  Capt. 
Bring the Torture then.  Lieu. 
I believe, I know a way to gain the Truth without a Rack: There is a Wench—  Capt. 
ay, What became of her?  Lieu. 
She's in my power, and talks not like a beggar; by this day, she threatened me, and frighted me from my pleasure, she proffered a Ransom too, things that beggars never dream on.  Capt. 
Where is she? We will load her with chains, till they confess.  Lieu. 
Patience a little, and I'll instruct you; do but threaten to kiss her, (you understand me) and, upon my life, she'll tell all.  Capt. 
To the Dungeon then with these, and fetch her; but dost thou hear, Lieutenant, is she likely? is it a handsome Wench? dost thou see ready money in her face?  [Exeunt Sould. and Prison. Lieu. 
O, 'tis a proper Wench, and bravely built, such Eyes, so black, so great, of a Beauty that is currant everywhere, Than her Cheeks, and such Lips; ha! by this hand I could ha' dwelled for ever there.  Capt. 
She came luckily for this Mart; what became o'th' Boys we took a swimming in Baio?  Lieu. 
They are safe, and will be ready for the same freight.  Capt. 
And all will scarce quit cost.  Lieu. 
Faith Captain, we have no luck of late, our old Soldiers are immortal too, they will not die, there comes no profit that way of late; When the Moor was Captain, in his years there fell as many of those rotten plums, as were worth ten thousand Drachms.  Capt. 
And since my reign, I cannot count a thousand. The young Cicilian, the bold Cilius, is returned too, and now I have no hope to continue another year.  Lieu. 
Which? he that was the Prisoner?  Capt. 
Yes, the same, his hopes stand fair for the next Election, nor shall I envy him if he gain it, for it's a gallant Fellow, and indeed ought to command here.  Lieu. 
Faith Captain, a competent ill nature (I thank the Gods) I have gained in the service, and to me 'tis indifferent who is Captain, for I must be Lieutenant still, till my lot falls, and yet I have so much gratitude as to be angry with old Tullius.  Capt. 
Why dost thou blame a Man for desiring to live?  Lieu. 
By my Faith, when a Man desires it so unreasonably, I do; he knows he cannot live, and yet he has not so much good nature as to die; what if he may linger out this month? he'll die the next, and then your reign expires.  Capt. 
Marry, and the Villain is rich, and 'twere not amiss to be his Heir.  Lieu. 
If he die in time; but if he live he will not be worth one Drachma; for since they told him he could not escape, The slave that grudged himself Bread before eats Gold now, and considering you are his Heir, it is your Gold he eats; would I had such Title to his Estate, by this light, I'd choke him, slave.  Cap. 
Thou art in the right, if he die this month, I am his Heir, by the Laws of our Band, if next, he that succeeds; and I am certain, he made his Fortune under me.  Lieu. 
Why I, there's the point, Faith Captain, if you please, I'll go speak with him, and try what good nature will do, it may be he'll hear reason, I'll urge how much he is bound to you.  Capt. 
Thou mayst go, but I'm afraid it will be lost labour.  [Exit Lieut. Enter Cilius, and a Soldier. Cilius. 
A party of Romans taken, where? guide my hate, that with fatal wounds I may empty their proud veins.  Capt. 
How now Cilius, what Rage is this?  Cilius. 
O Teresius, can you be content, because our persons lie hid, to let our shames continue visible, and thus sleep out the sufferings of our Country? I passed o'er her bosom in my Journey, Oh! had you, with me, seen the general calamities she groans under, ruined even to a Chaos, and the wretched people, grown so degenerate in their sufferings, that they begin, with joy, to obey the insulting Conqueror.  Capt. 
It is wisdom now to obey.  Cilius. 
Wisdom? Is Teresius grown so tame, to think so? let the Dogs, not Cilius, practise it.  Capt. 
Why thus impatient?  Cilius. 
Our Country and our miseries call for our swords to protect her, and to see you thus tame makes me so.  Capt. 
This rage serves her as little— And 'tis now in vain to attempt their ruin, whose Conquest has taken such firm root.  Cilius. 
Those that bled in the last battle thought not so.  Capt. 
To what rash attempts would your rage guide you! is the sad issue of that day no example which our brave Prince Facertes was forced to survive, and adorn their Triumphs? But that being passed, he had died upon the Hook, nor could the Intercession of Virgilius letters have deferred the doom, though he bestrid him in the heat of battle, had not the far-famed Sophia, in his approaching Fate, called to mind that which he (though an Enemy) protected her Brother from, and in the instant kneeled and embraced Caesar's knees, divinely pleading, Pallas inspired her, and with her own Beauties clothed the Virgin, and with such power the Goddess moved in her, that when Caesar gazed upon her blue eyes he left to be Caesar, and rather obeyed then granted, and to be her Father could scarce secure him from being fettered with those white wrists which circled his imperial knees.  Cilius. 
Was Virgilius then in the Power of Facertes, that day, and did he let him escape, did he fawn upon the Roman?  Capt. 
It was but to return the Piety Virgilius showed his Foster-father, who (you know) protected him in that sad day our King was slain, and, by his power, he grew able to give that last blow for his country's Freedom, which when the aged Nigro saw inclining to the Romans, covetous to have his Age set in some glorious Act, he charged the youthful Virgilius, but o'er loaded with Courage, his silver hairs sunk under the Roman, whose Piety bestrid him like his Father, vowing to sacrifice upon that breast, sooner than wound it.  Cilius. 
'Twas done like the Son of the first Julius; These are degenerate, and succeed only in the other's Fortune, not his Merit, Yet— had I been by—  Capt. 
What could your single Arm have done?  Cilius. 
Killed Virgilius, in Revenge of the Rape the Roman Ploughs has made upon my Mother's womb. For other Parent than my Country, I yet could never find. Oh! that I had been that day with the brave Facertes, who knows but I might have digged a glorious Monument in some lucky wound, given in the face of this admired Virgilius, and after such a Fortune, I could have smiled, and, unshook, stepped into my grey. Or if slaved, such bold truths I would have uttered, they should not have destroyed me for cold Example, but rather because Rome durst not let me live. And yet I beg if there be any Power favourable to Cilius, let it set within my swords reach this Virgilius, this King of Men, This Sicilian scourge, that makes us kneel and kiss our Afflictions; Then, then, Teresius, thou shalt see, how with this sword I'll hunt his pale Soul to her last home.  Capt. 
'Tis a Gallant Youth, how his Spirit boil, to be in Action.  [aside. Cilius. 
If I be chose Captain of our Band, by all our bondaged Gods, in some disguise, I'll see that Rome, I will Teresius, and with a few wounds well dealt, gather a numerous Revenge; say, would not you obey, if I command, to join in such a Sacrifice, where, to fall, The Offering is as glorious, as to stand the Priest, and such attempts are becoming Sacrifice for Men, let Women incense burn, it is properer for us to expiate with wounds, than Prayer or Fasting, and had those we vainly dealt in Sacrifice been given upon our Enemies, our herds had now been fair, and Rome Ashes.  Capt. 
May all thy thoughts prove Prophetic, and here I vow to obey whate'er thou enjoinest.— Though it be not safe to let thee know the Reason, nor the Interest thou hast in thy country's sufferings.  [aside. [Enter Lieut. Lieut. 
Sir, will you come to the Examination, The Prisoners are at the Quarters.  Cilius. 
What Prisoners?  Capt. 
The Romans.  Cilius. 
Why are they not staked?  Lieut. 
There's a Woman amongst'em.  Capt. 
You will not stake her, will you?  Cilius. 
No, I make no war with Women.  Lieut. 
If she must die, I beg the staking of her.  Cilius. 
What is she?  Lieut. 
More than young, and handsome, and one that talks unhappily; I know not—  Cilius. 
I'll go see her; Captain, I'll meet you at the Oak.  Capt. 
I'll to my Quarter, and attend you.   

ACT. I. SCEN. III.  Enter Virgilius and Facertes. Virgil. 
O Let me stretch myself, and thus enlarged possess my Joys; for know, my longing Soul made a Crown a Burden, and with greater joy I have put off an Empire, than thou thy chains; and now transported with my hopes, the Bird that from the Cage is flown, and broke that Prison, where she was wont to mourn, and sings all Tunes at once, That Bird, I say, cuts not the yielding Air with more joyful Freedom, than I, to find myself, and delivered from that imprisoning state.  Facer. 
Sir, Thus far I have obeyed your Commands, which enjoined me to accompany you from Gallia hither: But what your design should be, that makes you thus, with Joy, quit your Command there, and be pleased to find yourself unknown and hid in a disguise at Naples, I cannot guess, nor shall I be so rude to ask; for sure if it were fit I knew it, you, that dare trust your sleeping self in my power, would not hide it from me.  Virg. 
does not my Friend guess, whither I am bound?  Facert. 
Not the particular; but I am certain 'tis some great design, to conquer which, you thus in ambush lay the great Virgillius.  Virgil. 
The Body was made the Souls slave, and now but serves her to advance my ends; nor is my Mind less, or thoughts more subject to fear, then when an Army compassed me.  Facert. 
Sir, That you are alone makes you not less in my esteem; for it is not your power I admire, (the loss of mine own tells me, that's mortal) but your Mind; which, when Virgilius is nothing but what my Memory gives life to, will make me worship his Monument.  Virg. 
No more, Prince Facertes, my Friend, and to confirm him take a secret, by which I'll bind him to me for ever; for secrets have stronger ties than Love, or Vows; for whilst thou hast Honour that binds thee, the other may by mistake or Passion (which Friendship's self is subject to) fall even to hate.  Facertes. 
Then, when I have honour, I shall know your design.  Virg. 
When thou hast! O Facertes, my friend, it was born with thee; and where it is not natural, swords cannot acquire it; Take therefore into thy heart all the secrets of mine, and in a word, all my hopes, and all my fears, Cicilia.  Facert. 
What of her, Sir?  Virg. 
She is all my hopes, all my wishes, and all my fears; and if she smile, I am fortunate: for know, my journey is to lay at her feet myself, and all that Conquest gave me. What thinks Facertes? will she accept it, and not destroy the destroyer? For nothing can be conquest, where she suffered, but height of Murder.  Facert. 
What, do I hear my prayers forestalled, and those joys Our Country ought to sacrifice for, offered to us? I hope Virgilius is not still pleased to triumph o'er our miseries, and throw a scorn upon that, which he thought worthy of his sword?  Virg. 
Have you not yet forgiven what was my fate? while these thoughts dwell in thee, I must not hope Facertes will join the power of a Brother to assist my wishes.  Facert. 
If you are real, you shall tread upon my neck, but if this be scorn, 'tis so unlike my friend, and so unbecoming the brave Virgilius, that I should not fear to call him enemy, nor despair his conquest.  Virg. 
Real, Facertes! why when have I jested with my friend? Real? yes, as thy vows to Sophia. Never start, nor put on amazement, was I less worthy of a trust, because thou thought'st me worthy to have been thy enemy? call me friend, and hide thy love? Either thou hast not found the knowledge, or lost the value of thy friend: I tell Prince Facertes, she, whom he sacrificeth to, has greater ties upon me as Friend then Sister.  Facert. 
That I do love the divine Sophia, witness my part of heaven, which is all thou hast left me to swear by; but if thou hast gained the knowledge of that secret, by jealous guesses, purchased treachery, or with thy power hast wrought upon her sex to betray her innocent affection, draw thy sword, for, by all our Gods, no Facertes draws his sword. distance, as enemy, nor nearness of Friendship shall divide us, or secure thee from my vengeance.  Virg. 
I am innocent, and you are angry; here read that, it will tell you, you have injured me. He gives Facertes a Letter.  Facert. 
Can Virgilius pardon me, and still have patience to learn me how to conquer Nations first, and then myself, by his great Example?  Virg. 
Your friendship I shall never decline; and if Sophia be just, you have a warrant for you faith of mine. When I went for Gallia to take command of those Legions there, at parting, we fell into discourse of you, and the never-enough-admired Cicilia, whose beauties and virtues she always mentioned with admiration: I confessed to her, that her former descriptions had engaged my affections to your sister's fame so much, that I was resolved, in some disguise, to see her. o'erjoyed with this news, she recommended you to me for a guide, And though I ever admired the honour I found in Facertes, yet I confess, I made a little stop ere I resolved to put myself in the power of one, whom I had tempted with such a ruin, as obeying my Father's injunctions, had made me lay upon your suffering Country; to remove which doubt she blushed out this secret; I asked her then, why she suffered thee to be led in triumph? she said, she pleaded against it, what she durst, and had she loved less, she could have said more, but seeing her own guilt, she feared it might have been trouble to all: Now if this truth can satisfy Facertes, that I have not wronged him, and now I beg, he'll give me leave to return his vows, to Cicilia; and now I conjure thee by that power which thou hast given her, in Sophia's name, here to bury all thy fears, all thy anger, all remembrance that I was a misfortune to thee, in return of which upon thy breast, the Altar of friendship, I'll lay mine a sacrifice, and vow myself to fair Cicilia, and her Country, a constant friend.  Facert. 
Oh! Sir, The joys you load your slave with, I wish you may find, when you sigh under such a pleasing burden, as the enjoying all your wishes brings. And if my prayers be prosperous, Virgilius will prove our Physician, and the wounds he gave, but Prescriptions, and we have bled for our health only.  Virg. 
From hence then, I'll count my conquest over Facertes, and think I have brought more strength to our Empire, by his friendship, than his Country.  Facert. 
If you intend a sudden journey, give me leave to furnish you with a Galley, I have some acquaintance in the Town; I'll dispatch, and meet you presently upon the Mould: will you not send, to see whether your Sister be arrived at Baio?  Virg. 
Yes, and we'll touch there, as we go.  Facert. 
When I kissed her hands, to go for Gallia, she said, she was immediately to retire to Baio.  Virg. 
We need not bid each other haste, since Love's our guide.   

ACT. I. SCEN. IV.  Enter Sophia and the Lieutenant. Lieu. 
HItherto, fair one, your beauty has preserved you; but let not your pride teach you, from success, to scorn a proffered love, that brings safety with it; for me, I confess I durst not enter where that beauty guarded; there was something in that Angel from that stroke me, and I boast a wound received from you, more than a conquest over another.  Sophia. 
This Act shows you truly valiant, and this fear, you pay the Gods, is courage: Fools and Cowards only dare their power, and you shall find success and conquest still await you, when you strike not against them; and my prayers shall invert the kind of this offering, and make a sacrifice of that which is duty: and you shall receive a reward for paying, as if you had given Hecatombs.  Lieu. 
Faith, pretty one, I am pleased with what you say, though I understand it not, Pray, what kind of place is yours, in heaven? By this hand, I think she keeps the sweetmeats, or else, is woman Butler there.  Soph. 
Alas, Sir, I am so mortal, I am subject to you: for heaven, I know it not, but by faith, and that tells me, when I am injured, my curses wound, and when served, my prayers heal.  Lieu. 
Then you have nothing to show, under the hands of those, what do ye call'em? those Gods?  Soph. 
Nothing, but the examples of their justice; which, with punishment, visit the wicked.  Lieu. 
Now do I begin to find, I was a fool, and this wench a talker, By this hand I thought she had had some of the Gods in Liveries, at her Elbow, and there's no such thing, all is but a dream; He offers to kiss her. but I'll be no longer fooled by my fears. Faith, pretty one, let's try whether they be at leisure, or no; or if they be, they cannot have the face to punish us for those faults they were so subject to themselves.  Soph. 
They are in a sad condition, that instead of repentance, seek examples for their sins; and the second is worse than the first; as insolence, is worse than weakness: why do you lay such rude hands upon me, You will not destroy what you have built?  [Enter Cilius. Cil. 
Wait without.  Lieu. 
Are you there? Then I am prevented, a Pox upon my Cilius gazes upon her. tender nature, this it is to be ignorantly wicked, and subject to fits of conscience.  Cil. 
Lieutenant, is that the Prisoner, you spoke of?  Lieu. 
Yes Sir.  Cil. 
Thou liest.  Lieu. 
Sir.  Cil. 
I tell thee, it's false, it's here the Prisoner stands. Touches himself.  Lieu. 
That's she, I spoke of.  Cil. 
Leave us then.  Soph. 
Ye Gods, new miseries.  Lieu. 
Why so; there's but three steps to a woman's bed, liking, alone, and consent. Two of them he has passed already, if she consent, I would he might pay her: look how they gaze, This is Love, and I have bought wit, But if a long staff keep me from the next, let 'em geld me.  [Exit Lieu. Cil. 
Fair one, what Country boasts these Beauties?  Soph. 
Sir, I can answer for myself, But for those Beauties, you speak of, let them find a friend, I have misfortunes enough to busy my time, and I find it business enough to make it appear fit to live: The thoughts of beauty, are fit for those that have fortunes like their faces, and if mine be like my fortune, (as a friend I counsel you) not to let your eyes dwell longer here, for it's a dangerous habitation, Not safe to me, that am native there, and I should mourn more for your dangers, than mine own, for I know how to be just, but I could never find, how to be fortunate.  Cil. 
A Curse find him, and all passed Plagues be but stored for him, that would seek to deface that Temple, and whate'er your modesty can urge.— Thus I'll pay my duty, for I know, such a He kneels to her .worship can be no new thing to the Deity, that's shrouded in their eyes.  Soph. 
If you kneel, I must kneel too, for the guilt is no less to take a worship where it is not due, than to pay it. She kneels likewise.  Cil. 
But if the guilt be equal, pray refuse not to receive an unfeigned one.  Soph. 
I dare not rise, while you kneel; for although the fault be equal, yet civility makes this fitter. They both rise.  Cil. 
I'll not dispute; for know, should you command, through sin, I'd serve you; and therefore you may be confident, I'll obey you, when you command me shun it; and here, with shame, I confess, I came prepared with lust, hungry with sin, and looked to have met a sacrifice to me.— But I have found the power, and now return as from the Altar, struck with holy despairs, and shall feed on what I have already fed my eyes and ears with.  Soph. 
Sir, I find there's honour in your breast, but I fear that safety dwells not everywhere; for the Soldier that you found with me, repents him of the good that saved me.  Cil. 
He dares as soon suck in a Pestilence, as breathe on that air, I frown in; he is my slave, and to my will his fate is tied, if he dares breath ought but obedience, 'tis his own sentence; say, fairest, shall he live, By our Gods (but to serve you) he should not. What, ho! Lieutenant, Sirrah, what was it you said, to disturb this calm.  [Enter Lieu. and two Soldiers. Lieu. 
Faith little Sir, something that tended to the use of handsome women.  Cil. 
Slave, didst thou look upon her, and not kneel? by herself, I swear (purer then which our Temples show nothing) if any act or word of thine shall henceforth pay less reverence here, then at the Altar, thou art Earth; mark me; this shall wound thee into Earth. He lays hand on his sword.  Lieu. 
Sir it shall, and I'll call it justice, death has taken six I think, and is drunk with her beauty, a pox upon me: I must be praising her forsooth.  Soph. 
Sir, you need not threaten, the reward is not worth the hazard, and I am safe.  Cil. 
The reward! oh, that it were to be purchased at the rate of Kingdoms, than the sword might gather those Beauties! but they are neither within the compass of conquering, nor dying for, else I durst say, after all my wounds and triumphs, see your slave; but now I am lost in my despairs.  Soph. 
Sir, Truth has such affinity with truth, that I can scarce hide one from you, which I fear will be displeasing.  Cil. 
To serve you, is the first thoughts of my heart, and since I cannot, myself be happy, let me contribute my Power to make you so; dare you tell me who you are?  [Enter a Soldier. Soph. 
A vow forbids me.  Sould. 
Sir, the Captain expects you.  Cil. 
Me? I'll wait him presently: Lieutenant, see you cherish your first act, and with honour treat this Lady, and you shall command me; your pardon, fair one, our Captain commands me hence, but you shall be safe from all dangers, but what your sadness brings, and I shall be proud to be called yours, though despised.  Soph. 
Witness heaven, all that honour can spare me is yours; And therefore I beg you will not injure me, to say I despise you: When we have not, we cannot pay, and I shall mourn to think I must die your Debtor.  Cil. 
Madam, But I can admire and sacrifice in thoughts, pray command me to do something for you, oh! that these five tedious days were wasted, that, without a treachery, I might say, you are free, but if you can find a strength to resist these miseries, till then, By our Gods, you are as free as they, and as readily I'll obey you.  Sophia. 
Sir, your first bounties make me happy; and since I have your protection for my Honour, all the rest, when they are blown over, bring but a pleasure in the relation.  Cilius. 
I must go— There is a necessity that forces me to obey, I cannot else command your safety.— Lieutenant.  Lieut. 
Sir.  Cilius. 
Need I say again, Protect this Lady?  Lieut. 
No Sir, By this hand, he hath gelt me with a look, Madam, will it please you to walk?  [Exit Cilius. Sophia. 
Yes Sir, I'll follow you, and I hope I shall not be ashamed to follow my Facertes, whose Soul, I think, holds Intelligence with this Soldier; and were it not that I been accustomed to see such Virtue, this would start me.  [Exeunt omnes.   


ACT. II. SCEN. I.  Enter Nigro wounded, and Cicilia holding him by the Arm Nigro. 
FLy, oh fly, and save yourself, Madam, This Piety will give wings to your Innocence; for it is just, ye Powers, A noise of fighting within .by Miracle, to save that Miracle.  Cicilia. 
No Father, The fears and niceties of our Sex I have long since banished hence; and so many have been my days of mourning, that I thought not to have shed a tear for any new misery; But this is a loss I could not foresee, and by surprise this grief has got into my heart, look, if I have not tears left.— Oh! ye Heavens, Where is that Justice and Mercy we sacrifice to? Why were you absent when his sword struck in your own cause? He faints. Wounds, and Age! There is a kind of Sacrilege in this Murder, and I could be wicked in my anger, to see his faithful youth preserved thus to a punishment, and, instead of a reward, see him pursued like the wicked, and his Age set in Blood.  Nigro. 
O excellent Maid! let not my ruin beget faults in thee; A noise within .nor do thou thus repine at the last and greatest of my Honours; is it not better to sink thus, Then blushing say I surfeited, or go shaking out with an Ague, like a Coward schoolboy, to my Grave! Fairest, I have been bred a Soldier; and had it been as noble to yield as conquer, I could have died as easily, as killed.— Your Hand, Madam, for I find I faint, Why should I grieve to die, that have this to lay me in the Earth! O weep not, By this last smile I conjure you, weep not; But let your sadness die, and my Memory live; For witness that power, to whom I am now offering myself, as my last Sacrifice, I have all that dying Nigro could wish; am I not blessed with my country's cause to die in, while a Princess mourns at my Funeral, and an Angel Virgin is 
He swounds. She looks sadly upon him.  
They seize Cicilia . sent to close mine Eyes.  Cicilia. 
He's dead.—  Enter the Viceroy and Soldiers, the Viceroy is wounded and taken, he falls. 1. Sould. 
Hands off, This is my Prisoner.  2. Sould. 
She's finely built, I think she was furnished for the Mart.  Crabb. 
I'll have her Clothes, I spied them first.  1. Sould. 
I'll have her, and let whose will take the rest; I desire but to be lost in the wood with her, for a night, and let him take her that finds her in the morning.  2. Sould. 
He were a bold fellow, that would come after thee.  Crabb. 
Come, leave this squabbling, lest the Lieutenant come, and than you get not a bit.  1. Sould. 
Faith, and thou art in the right, and I confess I would be glad to find a way to be revenged for the last he took from us.  3. Sould. 
I could tell you how to do it, and profitably too, if you would all take my counsel.  2. Sould. 
Propose, propose.  3. Sould. 
Then quit your thoughts of this dainty bit, and let's away with her, and the rest, to Naples, and sell 'em, This fine Points to Cicilia .thing shall yield Money, that will buy Wine, and Wenches, that bring no fears along with 'em; This gay thing, should we touch her forbidden fruit, we were damned; and we are sure, our Lieutenant will pursue us with fire and sword.  All. 
Agreed, Agreed.  3. Sould. 
Thus rigged then, let's away, But we had best leave one to tell our Captain we are put to Sea, in pursuit of a Galley that bore the Roman Eagle, that will take off suspicion while we are absent; then we may return, and say, they out sailed us.  2. Sould. 
I'll stay, but remember my share.  3. Sould. 
What, dost thou think we are Thieves amongst ourselves? Come, help draw these dead Bodies into the Wood, we'll bury them when we return.  1. Sould. 
Bring her away too, and take care of her, lest she spoil herself, and undo our Market.  3. Sould. 
Come, pretty one.— Nay, you must part. She sits by the body of Nigro all this while.  Cicilia. 
fool's, you pull on your Fates, and labour to steal that Vengeance that would find you were you hidden in the Earth; and my Prophetic Soul tells me, I go but to see you punished.  1. Sould. 
What says she?  2. Sould. 
I know not what she says, but I hope she lies; do you hear, what kind of Women are your Witches?  1. Sould. 
A pox, they are old, Come Mistress, Dangers and handsome Women dwell not together; if they do, let me fall into them.—  [Exeunt omnes.  

ACT. II. SCEN. I.  Enter Captain, and Crabb. Captain. 
WHat were those Romans, that fell to my share?  Crabb. 
They were taken when the pretty Wench was taken, that Cilius would have had.  Capt. 
Did you deliver 'em to the Lieutenant, and bid him come hither with his Account?  Crabb. 
I left 'em there, and bid him come to your Worship, but I found him a little troubled, he had been at the Soldiers; but the fellow is wilful.  Capt. 
But I have taken an order to bring him to Reason.  Enter Lieutenant drunk and angry. Lieut. 
Whoreson Clown, refuse to pledge me or die; Rascal, neither drink, nor die. Umh.  Capt. 
How now, Lieutenant, what passion's this?  Lieu. 
Rogue, refuse to die, or drink my captain's health, at my suit, and yet confess a Beer-glass would kill him.  Capt. 
Oh! is that the cause?  Crabb. 
I'll swear, he is very unreasonable.  Capt. 
And aught to be put to death, for refusing a health.  Lieu. 
That was spoke like my Captain, and I'll kiss his foot, nay, nay, do not hold me, let me go, let me go, I say, that I may kneel, and wish thou mayst live, till I refuse a Beer-glass.  Capt. 
What hast thou there?  Lieu. 
A Julip. He has a little bottle in his hand.  Capt. 
What are the ingredients?  Lieu. 
Simple Aquafortis, to warm his stomach. Dog, offer to live, when wine is a poison to him?  Capt. 
You shall not poison him.  Lieu. 
No, I'll get his Doctor to prescribe it, and then 'tis Physic.  Capt. 
No, no poison.  Lieu. 
Then he'll live.  Capt. 
No I have prevented his living, for I was afraid thou wouldst not succeed. Thou hast no Oratory, thou canst not persuade, Then, thou art so subject to choler; Did you mark the old woman you met at my Quarter? it was his wife. In six words, I made a price with her, to kill him, without any of the difficulties you found in persuading him.  Lieu. 
Captain, you are weak, Captain; I not Eloquent? your Argument is weak; Death, do you think 'tis no more to persuade one to die, than to hire another to kill him.  Capt. 
No.  Lieu. 
Stand fair, and I'll confute you. Crabb.  Crabb. 
Lieutenant.  Lieu. 
What wilt thou give me to kill him.  Capt. 
Come, leave your fooling, and give me your Account.  Lieu. 
Am I Eloquent then? 
Lieu. offers to draw his sword.  
The Lieu. pulls out a piece of dirty paper, and gives it him.   Capt. 
Yes, yes, give me your Account, and I'll believe you Eloquent, what's this?  Lieu. 
Your Account.  Capt. 
My Account?  Lieu. 
Yes, and an Eloquent Account.  Capt. 
What's here? paid, lent, given, and rests due; faith it's an Eloquent account indeed: But Lieutenant, is this all?  Lieu. 
All? why would you have more?  Capt. 
Kind Lieutenant, I would have an Account.  Lieu. 
Why have you not an Account? All is but this over and over; but if you'll give it me again, you shall have a longer Bill.  Capt. 
But Lieutenant, Eloquent Lieutenant, is that all that's left of my four thousand Sestertia.  Lieu. 
Why, what account should I make you? would you not pay what you owe? and lend a good fellow that drinks fair; or is your Charity dead to pretty sinners in their necessity, and militant in the world?  Capt. 
But grant these uses, what is the sum? what paid, what lent?  Lieu. 
Why, what you will.  Capt. 
Very good. But what means this, Rests due, of whom must I inquire for that?  Lieu. 
Of me Torrafuco, lodging at the sign of the Lieutenant.  Capt. 
Crabb, knock, and if the Party be within, tell him, I would speak with him, and require an Account of certain living creatures that were given to his trust, Women and Children.  Crabb. 
They, Sir, are increased, the moor has a Calf running by her side, of his own getting, the other Barbary is with foal to; and she that you sent today had like to have been leapt in his Collar.  [Enter a Soldier. 2 Sould. 
The Alarm, Sir, is given, from the shore, and the Lion is in chase of a Galley that bears the Roman Eagle, and Cilius waits directions at your Quarter.  Capt. 
Tell him, we come, and, do you hear, get the Leopard's Gang ready; what will my careful Steward do, visit the sick? Pray, let the Prisoners be bathed first, and well fed, against the Mart.  Lieu. 
Crabb.  Crabb. 
Here, noble Lieutenant, I am always ready to serve.— When he is in this humour I cleanse his Pockets, and that's my Revenue. Aside.  Lieu. 
Crabb, talking is not good for me when this fit is upon me; for I find, I am subject to grow angry, weak and drowsy.  Crabb. 
Therefore you must master your passion, at first, ere it grow upon you; but there is no speaking to you when you are in an Argument.  Lieu. 
I find thee an able man, and therefore I'll lean upon thee: what's that, Crabb?  Crabb. 
What's what, Sir?  Lieu. 
I felt a live thing in my Pocket, Crabb. Crabb, picks his pocket as he leans on him, he finds his hand in his pocket.  Crabb. 
It may be your worship's breeches are torn.  Lieu. 
I will reward thy faith with a Trust, Crabb, here, to let thee see, how dear thou art to me, keep my Tobacco-box.  Crabb. 
Noble Lieutenant.  Lieu. 
No thanks, but help to lay me down behind some tree, in the shade.  [Exeunt both behind the Curtains. Crabb. 
Your worship's head is full.— I could have gelt him, the slave has drunk himself stiff.  [Enter Crabb again with his money in his hat. Lieu. 
Crabb, Crabb. Lieu. as he lies holds up the Curtain, and calls Crabb.  Crabb. 
Here, here.  Lieu. 
Prithee stick a bough for a mark, that thou mayst find me again, lest I be lost in my thoughts.  Crabb. 
I shall, I shall.  [Exeunt.  

ACT. II. SCEN. II.  Enter at one Door the Soldiers, with Cicilia and the rest of the Prisoners, to be sold; at the other Door a Pimp, and a she Baud. Baud. 
CAptain, a word with you, I have viewed your ware, but is there any special piece amongst 'em?  Sould. 
As you see; they are young, and sound.  Baud. 
Will you give a trial?  Sould. 
With the eye, and the tongue, question, or search them, nothing else.  Baud. 
Not a little freedom alone? you were not wont to be thus hard.  3 Sould. 
Faith, we have had no luck of late, Mistress, this is the first Mart we have made this month.  Baud. 
And you come to our house, it shall cost you nothing.  Pimp. 
At what price do you hold that fine thing?  1 Sould. 
That? it is the cream of our Mart, she will cost two thousand Sestertia.  Pimp. 
Is she a maid?  1 Sould. 
I'll warrant that, if I sell her.  Pimp. 
Come, a thousand is fair, and take you the profit of the first night.  1 Sould. 
No, altogether, or nothing, view her, she is worth the money naked.  Baud. 
But, my friend, I hope you have tried yourself, ere now? are you fruitful? She speaks to one of the slaves.  Slave. 
Yes, Mistress, and if you agree upon the price, you shall find me a faithful servant; and for the sport, if I raise you not a Crop from the Common, geld me.  Baud. 
Geld thee? Marry God forbid man; I'll lame thee first, art sound too? else I may live to curse your doings.  Slave. 
Sound as a Bell, and as ever you hope to be satisfied, buy me. The slave bugs her.  Baud. 
Away, away, you're a wag, is your breath sweet, let me smell, you are very forward, pray turn, and let's see your price, He kisses her .here Soldier, take your money.  1 Sould. 
Thank you, may his back never fail you.  Pimp. 
Faith, you are too dear.— Stay, here comes the Prince Bragadine, the viceroy's Son.  [Enter Bragadine and a servant. Bragad. 
How now, Soldier, what famous Prize is that?  1 Sould. 
A Greek Sir, a Virgin.  Bragad. 
What's her price?  1 Soul. 
Two thousand Sestertia.  Bragad. 
It's dear, and yet it's a proper Wench.  Enter Virgilius and his man. Virg. 
My Sister not arrived yet at Baio? it's strange.  Serv. 
No Sir, not yet, but she has been expected these ten days.  Virg. 
What crowd is that?  Serv. 
The slave-mart is held today.  Bragad. 
What stranger is that?  Virg. 
Was that fellow drunk? 
As Virgilius comes in, he meets Bragadine going out, they justle, and look scurtily at one another.  
Virgilius spies Cicilia. and falls in Love with her.   Serv. 
Either drunk or worse.  Virg. 
Is that excellent piece to be sold?  Serv. 
Yes Sir.  Virg. 
She is not, who can buy her? or who dares set a price upon that Beauty? Fairest, what Country is (at this time) cursed with your absence, for sure 'tis perpetual night when you are thence.  Cicilia. 
Greece, Sir, is my Country, more particulars I must not tell.  Virg. 
fool's that we are, to call ourselves Conquerors of Greece, when one slave, one handful of that Earth, has power to conquer me, and lead me bound, even in my own Country.  Cicilia. 
It is not becoming your youth, nor fortune (how great soever) to make a scorn of those miseries which chance throws upon the Innocent.  Virg. 
A strange curse find me when I scorn you; dare you not tell me what you were before this ruin?  Cicilia. 
I must not, Sir.  Virg. 
And are there no statues fixed in the Temples, or History, that preserves your Story? must all but your Beauty sink with this ruin?  Sould. 
Sir, if you will buy her, take her upon her price; if not, The Soldier interrupts him. give others leave to bid.  Virg. 
Fool, thou canst not sell her, for thou know'st not how to value her, yet cozen thyself; what dost thou ask?  Sould. 
Two thousand Sestertia.  Virg. 
Is that all?  Sould. 
All! yes.  Virg. 
And is she free when that is paid?  Sould. 
Yes, if you please.  Virg. 
Madam, not to call you mine, but to have a power to appear yours, give me leave, with the loss of mine own, to find your Freedom. Go fetch two thousand Sestertia.— unbind her. Virgilius puts her chains upon his arm.  [Exit Servant. Cicilia. 
What mean you, Sir?  Virg. 
They are proper here; and I beg you will not refuse (when Honour consents) to release me.  Cicilia. 
I hope my miseries will not beget Ingratitude in me, for I confess, 'tis some Joy in the midst of these troubles, to find that Honour that shines throughout this act; and though my bonds be as new and strange to me as yourself, yet let me say, if there be a faulty thought that bids you hope to find a slave's heart here, you are deceived; for I would sooner sell myself to slavery, or, by a wound seek a freedom.  Virg. 
By thyself, by thy Angel self, I approach thee with thoughts as pure and as constant as those our Vestals wait on the holy flame with; and but that I know you would scorn a Sacrifice that's offered by profane hands, those Attributes are given to the Gods I'd kneel and pay to you.  [Enter the PRINCE's Servant. Serv. 
Soldier, the Prince would speak with you.  Paul. 
Which is that fine thing you spoke of? Above in the window appears Paulina and the Baud.  Baud. 
That that the stranger stands by.  Paul. 
That stranger, knowest thou that stranger?  bawd, 
No, not I.  Paul. 
Now by the sins of my youth, 'tis a Godlike form!— Why do they pull the Woman so? The Soldier returns, and lays hold on Cicilia.  Virg. 
How now, unhand her Villain, is she not free?  Sould. 
You have not paid your money, and I must not lose my Market you talked, and another has gone through with the bargain.  Virg. 
Another, what other?  Sould. 
One that will find the way to her Sex, before you'll come to kissing her hand: take her away.  Virg. 
Slave, dost thou glory in thy Villainies?— There, now let Virgilius stabbs him. him that dares claim her follow me and take her.  Cicilia. 
What have you done, Sir?  Virg. 
Fairest, begun a Justice I hope the Gods will finish. The rest of the Soldiers draw and call for help. Murder.  Bragad. 
How, killed! whose act is this?  [Enter Bragadine. Virg. 
Mine, and I'll answer it; some one that knew him follow me, and take the money for this Lady.  Bragad. 
That Woman I have paid for, and I will not quit my purchase; either yield her, or I shall force her.  Virg. 
I know what 'tis command, but never yet heard that voice (unless an Oracle) that I would have obeyed when the Speaker frowned, and thou look'st not like him whose voice is thunder.  Paul. 
Gallant Youth. 
He lays hold of her.  
He strikes him and draws.  
Bragadine and the soldiers draw.  
They fight.  
Enter Soldiers armed.  
Exeunt Omnes.   Bragad. 
I cannot talk, Sir, but I shall take my own.  Virg. 
Touch her not, yet I have patience, let her alone.— Nay, if you will be insolent, I'll punish it if I can.  Bragad. 
Kill the Dog.  Paul. 
Hold Sir, as you have any sense of Honour, hold for shame, betray not thy Fame so poorly as to let a slave share in thy Revenge; this base odds calls thee Coward, though thou conquerest.  Bragad. 
Who made you a Judge of mine Honour?  Paul. 
So, I fear you'll find your Treachery no guard.  1 Sould. 
This way, this way he is gone, seize her and secure her to the PRINCE's house, whilst we follow him.   

ACT. II. SCEN. III.  Enter Virgilius, and the Soldiers after him. Virg. 
VIllains, whither tends your Rage?  Sould. 
To revenge: yield, or thou art dead.  Paulina above. 
Slaves, leave to pursue that stranger, or I'll send those shall shake your wretched souls out of their Cases.  2 Sould. 
What's she?  Virg. 
whate'er you are that thus have lent your pity to a stranger, in distress, may you never know what 'tis to want a pity.  [Enter Virgilius's Servant with Facertes. Facert. 
To buy a slave?  3 Sould. 
Upon him, alive or dead, we'll have him.  Facert. 
Ha! the Prince engaged, draw.   

ACT. II. SCEN. IV.  Enter Bragadine and Soldiers. Bragad. 
HEll upon you all, where were your Mercenary swords when they should assist? 'Sdeath, to let a single stranger, in mine own door, brave me, and none by, to kill the dog? who now is escaped, to brag that he snatched from Bragadine a slave that he bought and paid for.  Sould. 
Sir, we could not Prophesy, your Highness would go out; and none called us; But for the slave, she is at home, and safe, The Sailors brought her, and are now in pursuit of the stranger.  Bragad. 
If she be safe, let's lose no time, but follow them, lest he escape, with his glories, which which way went they?  Sould. 
This way, Sir.  [Exeunt omnes.   


ACT. III. SCEN. I.  Enter Virgilius, Facertes, and Minetes in rage, for the loss of Cicilia. Facert. 
HOw do you, Sir?  Virg. 
Not well.  Facert. 
What accident was this?  Virg. 
Oh! Facertes, I have seen my Fate, and I conjure thee by all our friendship, not to call me weak, nor dispute with my passion, but obey thy friend, and suddenly, or I am lost for ever; for her innocence, I fear, will be no guard against their power; and without impiety I may mistrust the Gods, for they already have slept, and let her fall into misery; oh, Facertes, I am a slave to a slave, and to hers my Fate is bound. And Temples, not chains are due to her; and when thou seest her thou wilt forgive me this change, for she has a Beauty against which thy honour must arm, else thy love will be no more a guard then was my resolution.  Facert. 
All this for a slave!  Virg. 
Oh! do not revile her; for when thou meet'st her, thy wonder and repentance will make but one thought, and like me thou wilt be lost in a maze.  Facert. 
This is strange.  Virg. 
I confess it; yet when the world was innocent before the bloody sword taught her pride by conquest, and learned the thirsty wool to drink the purple die, till it grew enriched with the far-fetched stains, such innocence and beauty as waits on her might anywhere have claimed a sacrifice.  Facert. 
Sir, though I grant all these beauties, yet to me they bring like miseries to those the swift lightning leaves the wretched husbandman; who instead of full joys, reaps from those wounding fires nought but weighty griefs; yet I'll obey you, though in this chance I foresee my own despairs, to the little hopes I had of happiness. Farewell.  Virg. 
Why do you conclude so? must you of necessity be miserable, if I be happy? are my friends joys the less, 'cause mine are full?  Facert. 
Pardon me, Sir, if you find me troubled to see all my hopes withered, and those wounds you gave my suffering Country now despairing of a cure.  Virg. 
O friend! friend! has that word no power?  Facert. 
Yes, and that makes me sleight my interest; for I am so accustomed to misfortune, 'tis almost natural to me: But when I think on whom you throw your fortune, youth and fame, I find a greater trouble as your friend, then as I am the lost Facertes; for you know not what she is; your love hunts thus in the dark, A slave, a thing set at sale for lust. Virg. offers to go away.  Virg. 
That, that, Facertes makes me rage; and again by all that's powerful I conjure thee fly with me to her rescue, before such a ruin find her.  Facert. 
Virgilius, Sir, Virgilius stay; I must obey him, or he's lost.  Virg. 
Draw thy sword then, and let me see thee plead with that against her enemies, as thou didst against me at Siracusa, and I'll conclude all hopes from that powerful Argument.  Facert. 
Sir, I never used my Arguments to spare my sword; nor was my tongue now drawn, because I meant that should sleep: See 'tis drawn, but in vain you hope a service from it, as yourself; and therefore stay here, while I fit you with a disguise.  Virg. 
Be speedy then. As Virg. and Minetes are going out they meet the bawd, Olympia.  Facert. 
I shall, but pray retire a little, this place is too public, I'll return immediately.  [Exit Facert. Virg. 
I'll stay at the corner.—  [Enter Baud. Baud. 
May I be bold?  Virg. 
With whom?  Baud. 
With you, Sir.  Virg. 
No.  Baud. 
Sir, your pardon. 
He offers to go away, but she takes hold of him.  
He offers her money.   Virg. 
For what? I forgive thee.  Baud. 
Sir, I would beg.  Virg. 
Here, I'll prevent thee, if thou wilt let me go.—  Baud. 
No, Sir, my business is no money; 'tis yourself must satisfy me.  Virg. 
Thou art mistaken sure, thy business was to my man.  Baud. 
No, Sir, I go upon no such Errands. Did you not fight for a slave even now?  Virg. 
Yes, what of her?  Baud. 
Are you he?  Virg. 
Yes, I tell thee.  Baud. 
Farewell then, till you are at leisure.  Virg. 
Prithee stay.  Baud. 
No, Sir, your man is busy.  Virg. 
Prithee excuse my trouble, which gave not ear to thee at first.  Paulina above. 
That's he, why stays she so long to deliver her Message? she is angry.  Baud. 
For once I excuse; you and look hereafter you entertain a woman with more: But to the business; the slave you wot of— (oh! that eye of yours) there lies a wag in't that will make a world of mischief,) you know not who it hath struck, pray heaven I get not a wound.  Virg. 
Nay, to your story, good Mother, and leave this wandering.  Baud. 
Mother? whose Mother, goodman boy? I am a Maid.  Virg. 
You mistake me, I meant, Mother of my joys, and so you will be if you can lay by this youthful fire that makes you thus subject to choler, and proceed with your story.  Baud. 
Yes, yes, do you jeer me?  Paul. 
I can endure no longer; Sir, whate'er you are, take my faith for your safety, and make this house your sanctuary; something concerning that slave I would deliver to you.  Baud. 
Are you there, Hell and mischief find you.  Virg. 
Madam, who ere you are that offers this charity to a stranger; know, I dare enter though I saw my ruin in the door. For fear I never found his pale den yet, though I have oft trod those paths that led both to dangers and to death; and I should scorn myself, could I apprehend him now where beauty has the guard. Which way do your commands guide me?  Paul. 
That door.  [Ex. Virg. and his man, and Paul. from above. Baud. 
Now a public Pox go with thee, that thy face may serve thee in no stead; malicious Villain, to call up my dead fears that had wont to tell me I had lost my time; proud scurvy fellow, to put me thus in despair; and if he had any good nature, he would have offered me a kindness, in courtesy to have comforted me; I shall not eat today; had he but called me Whore, yet it had been tolerable, for that carries youth with it. But old Mother? Rascal, none of thy Mother. But I'll be revenged.   

ACT. III. SCEN. II.  The Lieutenant appears under the Hanging, and Nigro by him groaning. Lieu. 
CRabb, Crabb.  Nig. 
Oh!  Lieu. 
Crabb, what's that groans?  Nig. 
Help, help for charity, more wounds, or remedy.  Lieu. 
Ha! what's that? help, where am I? 'tis a man making his will, I'll be his heir, ha! what's here? a man wounded? this is that Rogue, Crabb; he has robbed him, and laid him here to make me accessary.  Nig. 
Help, if you have charity.  Lieu. 
With all my heart, and prithee, do me the favour to live till we come to my Quarter.  Nig. 
If I do, I shall discover something pleasing to you.  Lieu. 
Marry, I'll carry thee, for thy testimony, there is nothing else in this case can save me.— You are no Rogue, Crabb! Who did this?  [Enter Crabb. Nig. 
Not he.  Crabb. 
That's good evidence for me.  Lieu. 
Nor I, by this hand, you must quit me, while you can speak.  Nig. 
I acquit you both.  Lieu. 
Witness, witness, Crabb.  Crabb. 
Where did you find him?  Lieu. 
Find him? by this hand, he found me and lay down by me, as I was asleep.  Crabb. 
Why, faith he is going a long journey, and came to take you with him, Thou art good company; but to leave this discourse, take my business: Our Captain would have you go visit the sick party, and see whether he will be persuaded yet or no to die.  Lieu. 
I hate to see the Rogue; I have such battles in my head, since morning, yet I'll go, while I am near him, and take you charge of this old man in the mean time, and see him carefully dressed.  [Exit Lieu. Crabb. 
So, lean upon me, what Rogues were these to use an old man thus?  [Exeunt.  

ACT. III. SCEN. III.  Enter the Lieutenant, he knocks. Soldier 
WHo's there?  within Lieu. 
Where is this old fellow, is he alive still?  Sould. 
Yes, Sir.  Lieu. 
Bring him out, to take a little fresh air.  Tull. 
Is he come again? why did you let him in? he'll be a lasting a tedious affliction to me.  [Enter Tullius on his Bed. Lieu. 
How now? how is't, how is't man?  Tull. 
Neither live nor die in peace?  Lieu. 
Yes, die in as much peace as you can.  Tull. 
When my time comes; but I hope a man may have leave to live out his days; my Physician says, I may escape yet.  Lieu. 
Your physician's an Ass, and you give him too great Fees.  Tull. 
He tells me I may escape this fit, if I can recover mine enemies; for he assures me, my greatest danger is my heir.  Lieu. 
does he say so? I cry him mercy then, he is a knowing man, I believe so too: and you may, perhaps, at a great charge, recover; but, in my opinion, you had better die, and take our prayers with you; for to recover would but incense the Captain, and lose your friends.  Tull. 
Sure my Captain would be loath to lose me; he ever loved me.  Lieu. 
Why I; and yet you refuse him to die, and think much to hasten your journey a day or two, for his sake.  Tull. 
Alas, I would be glad to serve my Captain in any thing that lies in my power, I'll pray for him, and I hope he will excuse me for desiring to live, and serve him.  Lieu. 
You may flatter yourself, but I'll assure you, he takes it very ill at your hands, that you, of all his company, should refuse him such a kindness, nay, not to appear willing to do it, if it were in your power; But thus, with an unnecessary charge, endeavour to live, crossing the disease that would be friend him.  Tull. 
Alas, I do nothing to cross it, I do but suffer.  Lieu. 
Will you promise me that, and let the disease alone, it will be some satisfaction to him, and to us that are your friends, to see that you endeavour to satisfy him.  Tull. 
That I'll promise you: and from henceforth I'll seek no remedy, but put myself into the hand of his friend, as you called it.  Lieu. 
Then you shall see how carefully we'll provide for you; for I hope you do not think, that we or he desires this, because he is loath you should live two or three days; for what were that to him, but that he is to go out then; and the next Captain will be your heir.  Tull. 
Alas, Sir, how can I help it? 'tis against my will, if anybody be my heir.  Lieu. 
Well, look you keep Covenants, and endeavour to die finely; banish your Physician and jelly-broth, I'll provide noises to keep you waking. Crabb, provide two Drums to beat here their watch a piece; and do you hear, beware of a good diet.  Tull. 
As you have charity, let me rest, those Drums are Daggers to me.  Lieu. 
Nay, you'll be unreasonable again, I see it.  Tull. 
Oh misery of wealth!   

ACT. III. SCEN. IV.  Enter Paulina and Virgilius. Paul. 
I Confess, my first thoughts were like myself, faulty: but now I have gained by losing a desire, and I shall serve you faithfully in your love.  Virg. 
All my fears are, that he will violate her.  Paul. 
He dares not do it, I have conjured him from it, and when it may serve you, I'll boast my power, though purchased with a fault; and though your virtue secured you from that power, yet where sin has interest, mine never wanted a Command; and I know he dares not stand those frowns which your goodness melted into tears.  Virg. 
No more, when we have sighed for our faults, they vanish with the same air; yet I fear him, though I believe your power great; for he that dares be a coward will stop at no wickedness within his reach.  Paul. 
I made him ashamed of that base act, and vow not to pursue you; yet I counsel you not to stay long in this Town after you have her.  Virg. 
What time did he appoint to bring her?  Paul. 
He parted hence just as you entered, with a promise immediately to return; and if he should find you here, I am afraid it would prejudice my power to serve you; else I should rejoice to be seen where so much honour dwells.  Virg. 
Your civilities and mercies, Madam, showed to me, a stranger, I shall with a grateful mention acknowledge through the world; pray, what time will your commands enjoin my return?  Paul. 
It will not be safe, Sir, to come at all; But pray be pleased to send a friend after dinner, and you shall have notice of his first departure, what time that will be; yet I know not, for I am so miserable, I cannot now be good, but with a wicked pretence, There is another door leads into a street less frequented than that you entered at.  Virg. 
Which way must I take to find it?  Paul. 
I'll guide you, Sir.   

ACT. III. SCEN. V.  Enter bawd alone. Baud. 
IT is well, happy discovery; now I shall be revenged at full; was it not enough to have his pride throw a scorn upon me, but she must revile me too? Fool, in scorn thou called'st me Mother, and thou shalt find the Malice of an old Woman here, that in her years, not desires, is aged; one that has lost that Mercy-kindling fire which should plead for thee, and prevent that youthful Malice, whose fruitful mischiefs shall make thee old in miseries; nor shall Religion, nor beauties of thy youth, protect thee from that dangerous hate thy scorns have bred, till thy despairs have taught thee how killing a Malice hot Lust in cold Limbs pursues.— The plot is here; Jealousy, 'tis thou must work my ends, with that I'll assault the Prince, and from the wounds it brings, reap my Revenge; for Jealousy, though it leave no scars behind, yet with desperate wounds it assails the Mind.   

ACT. III. SCEN. VI.  Enter Facertes. Facer. 
THis, by the description of the house, should be the place that holds my miseries: from what a second height of happiness am I fallen? Virgilius is young, and I fear, the guilt of having so many ways ruined me will make him hate me for being innocent; But I am resolved, and will rather fall by misfortunes than faults; and, for the excellent Sophia's sake, will serve him till he blush to command me. And when his passion is over, he shall confess, I can bear a loss better than he rule a victory. But what are Enter Bragadine, Cicilia, and others. these? I must stand close. 'Tis he, and that (by her habit) the slave our Fortune's bow to: Gods! was it not enough we fell a sacrifice to the Julian Deity, and filled the Triumph of that Monarchy, that thus your rage pursues us? must all our Fortunes be slaved to a slave, and bound with chains to chains.— Ye Gods! What 
They pass by, Cicilia looks sadly on the ground, Facertes knows her.  
She looks about upon Facertes all the way, till she goes off. Exeunt all but Facertes . do I see? Cicilia my Sister?  Cicilia. 
What said he?  Facer. 
It is she. Blessed chance. Ye powers of Sicily, your hands are visible in this; forgive Facertes that confesses, Men may the metal bring, but the form of our happiness the Gods appoint us still.  [Exit.   


ACT. IV. SCEN. I.  Enter the Captain, Lieutenant, Crabb, and Cilius. Lieut. 
FAith, Sir, hanging of 'em will be but a hindrance to yourself; 'tis true they are Rogues, and have no Conscience, yet, at the worst, they are so much horse.  Capt. 
I say, hang 'em.  Lieut. 
I say so to, if hanging were a punishment, but to them 'tis freedom.  Capt. 
No more dispute, but hang 'em slaves, to rob me now when I am quitting my Command.  Lieut. 
Well, they shall be hanged, but they shall stay till they be hungry, and have digested their full Cups; if if you hang 'em now they're full and drunk, they'll think they have but swallowed awry or surfeited; and instead of being punished, the Rogues will go out like Senators.  Cilius. 
The old Soldier confesses they were of Sicily, and of Quality, and now sent for a Present to the Emperor, and that was the Viceroy that was slain, he would have yielded good money.  Capt. 
And one of the slaves confessed the Woman was of such a Beauty, and so ravishing, that they fought who should purchase her.  Lieut. 
There had been a fellow for your Bird at home, two such fleas would suck a Man to death.  Capt. 
Come, talk no more on't now, there's no remedy, Go prepare those others for the Mart, and see the slaves hanged: What? how do they look? is't a handsome freight?  Lieut. 
Yes faith, Sir, there will be a jolly number with the Boys; and I would advise you, Sir, not to show the Women and the Boys together, for they'll spoil the sale of the Wenches.  Capt. 
Why then we'll sell the Women first.  Cilius. 
Who these Sicilians should be, troubles me; if we made haste we might hear some news of her at Naples, for there they were sold.  Capt. 
Tomorrow we'll provide for the journey; Lieutenant, see every thing in readiness.  Cilius. 
Something I'll do, to give one of them her Freedom, as sure as you count her, though you refuse to sell it me.  Capt. 
Is the old fellow dead?  Lieut. 
No. But I have prevailed with him to quit his Physic; and I am certain, he hath neither eat, nor drank, nor slept since.  Capt. 
Let's go see him.  Lieut. 
Cilius is melancholy for the Wench.  Capt. 
No matter, I'd rather he were angry then lost; for though he know not his own value, I know it, Come let's leave him.  Cilius. 
'Tis not Treachery to save the Innocent. I'll do it.  [Exeunt omnes.  

ACT. IV. SCEN. II.  Enter Virgilius solus. Virg. 
I'll sacrifice to Fortune, she shall henceforth be the Power I'll worship, to whom I owe this unexpected Joy, she has tamed Lust, till it was Love, and lent only so much sin to the wicked as served me; and I that could not stand safe among the Innocent, find a security among the wicked.— Facertes?  [Enter Facer. Facer. 
Look here, ere I speak my news, does not Virgilius see a Joy break like a Glory round about my Brow, to distinguish this my first happy hour?  Virg. 
It is thy Friendship that sympathizes mine. Oh Facertes, such an accident hath happened since thou left'st me, that I must wink, rub mine eyes, and call all my Reason to secure me I do not dream.  Facer. 
whate'er your Joys are, they must give place to mine; for they are yours and mine, not as we are barely friends, but from the assurance that we shall ever be so.  Virg. 
I confess thy Joys bring to me a greater Comfort than mine own, prithee give them a Name.  Facer. 
Do you believe a second view of her you have seen will not render her common to your eye? or, to possess those Beauties make them cheap in your Opinion? if not, I am happier than you, and whenever you enjoy your wishes I reap mine.  Virg. 
By our Friendship I beg this blessing from you, yet this is not strange where Friendship is not strange.  Facer. 
The slave is my Sister but by what accident fallen to this misery I know not.  Virg. 
Who? the famed Cicilia?  Facer. 
She. Never free till now, and this fall was but to raise her to a greater height.  Virg. 
Then I mistrust my Joys; they grow too near a height to continue.  Facer. 
Are you sorry, Sir, it is she? Then it was not Chance changed our first design; is she less worthy of your Love now then before? I should be sorry to find your ignorance of what you valued preferred before your knowledge; or is there some second face you have met hath blotted out this too?  Virg. 
O Facertes, why art thou so subject to mistake thy Friend?  Facer. 
If I mistake, why are you so sad? I found you full of joy.  Virg. 
Not that 'tis she makes me sad; for, witness Heaven, I have no wish beyond her,; Her Eye circles my Heaven, and till I have place in her esteem I am in Hell.  Facer. 
Why should that suspicion make you sad, considering you are, and what you have done for her? Besides, am not I here with a Brother and a friend's interest?  Virg. 
Who I am, That, Facertes, begets my despairs; for that 'tis I is all Arguments against me; will she not, when she sees me, call to mind a Father (whose piety the Gods spared) fallen, to satisfy the lust of Empire? are not yet the wounds bleeding, and the yoke still laid upon her suffering Country? Now judge what can be said of hope, when this pleads against me. Oh Facertes, thou hast not read thy Sister, thou look'st with a Brother's eye, This fate I prophesy from one sight; and let me tell thee, if she be worthy of Virgilius she must hate Virgilius.  Facert. 
Sir, I confess my friendship made me oversee what I was reconciled to, and now I begin to fear; yet when she shall know how I have been obliged, That mercy I found from the fair Sophia, her honour will guide her to return Virgilius; for though it makes her to resent your injuries, yet she must be just to her, and then her gratitude secures you; for though she has honour, yet she has woman too, and mercy is as great an attribute as justice, and she cannot be always angry.  Virg. 
Against any thing but her frown I could arm, and this night be happy. For by a strange chance I have found a way (if she consent) to release her.  Facert. 
By what accident came you to that power? have you seen her since?  Virg. 
No, but this place is too public; let's retire, and you shall know all; and when I would my Sister know, I'll read her through thy observations; but here let thy interest give way to my love.  Facert. 
I shall obey, Sir.   

ACT. IV. SCEN. III.  Enter Sophia sola. Soph. 
MY thoughts can find no rest; Love, wilt thou not quit me in Prison? art thou covetous of my chains too? Fool! hast thou not miseries enough of thine own? And yet I ought not to revile him; for he that hath filled my heart is full of honour, and could he guess my fate, I know he would quit a Crown, as a burden, and seek a freedom in these chains. The Gods are just, to let me fall into these miseries, that we may taste what 'tis our ambition imposes upon others, guilty only as I was, by being too weak.— whose's that? come in; Prisoners keep One knocks .no doors.  [Enter Cilius. Cil. 
Madam, I come to tell you, our Captain has refused to sell me your freedom, and tomorrow is the Mart at Naples; But if you dare trust him, whose misfortunes have made him appear your enemy, I'll gauge a life to save your honour, and give you freedom. The plot is already laid, and those that were taken with you I have already acquainted with it.  Soph. 
Sir, I shall willingly obey any directions, without a thought of fear, for sure there's no condition below this.  Cil. 
I will not now dispute this misfortune, but remedy it if I can; know, tomorrow (lest the accident surprise you ere we put to sea) I have so ordered, that all the slaves that row in the Galley shall be loose, the Captain is my creature, and myself will still wait upon you, and be your guard; but be pleased to sit still when the word is given, and let us work your fate; But once free, command Cilius where you please, your friends too shall privately be armed.  Soph. 
Sir, what to say in return of this, I know not, and if you that can be thus gallant, thus good, cannot likewise from that honour that directs you now, find a reward, I fear you will lose this good deed.  Cil. 
It is a debt all honest men owe your virtue; and I but obey my genius, for I know not what it is, but something whispers to my soul, and bids me serve you, and when my life can purchase you a good, you shall not need command it; I beseech you no reply, a soldier's prayers (that seldom importunes heaven) I hope will protect you.—  [Enter Lieu. and meets them as they are going out. Cil. 
How now, what's the news?  Lieu. 
I should speak with you, Sir.  Cil. 
Madam, I'll wait upon you straight.— Are they all ready?  [Exit Sophia. Lieu. 
I have done it, they are all resolved, I gave them their lives for it; and let him swear when he sees them there, 'tis no matter: they are all loose and armed, their chains are but for show.  Cil. 
No matter for his rage, let him storm; once aboard, we are masters, for he's but one, and what's a General without obedience? his power we give, and if a multitude knew their own strength, who can command that beast?  Lieu. 
I'll away, and send the other Galleys off before, lest they assist him.  Cil. 
Be faithful, and I'll make thee fortunate.  Lieu. 
Sir, never fear it, I have said it, and I'll do it; he that refuses to be a knave for a handsome woman, may he die honest, and be executed for a knave.  [Enter Capt. and Crabb. Capt. 
Where's the Lieutenant?  Lieu. 
Here, Sir, I have waited this hour for you.  Capt. 
Come, shall we go see the sick man?  Lieu. 
I'll follow you, Sir.  [Exeunt omnes.  

ACT. IV. SCEN. IV.  Enter Tullius, sick in his Bed, a Soldier with him, and Drums beating. Tull. 
NO rest! no ease! O miserable, miserable riches! some drink, O, some drink, ere this thirsty flame hath licked up all my life, meat, any thing to satisfy this wolf here.  Sould. 
Have patience, it cannot last above a day or two, about which time I hope to see you quit of all the troubles of this world.  Tull. 
Let me sleep then, quiet those Drums, that I may dream of meat and drink; is there nothing to eat, no drink? oh misery of miseries!— Who's there? One knocks.  Sould. 
The Captain, Sir, and Lieutenant are come to see you.  Tull. 
Is it they? not a word then that I am hungry or thirsty, I'll buy thy silence at any rate.  [Enter Capt. Lieu. and Crabb. Capt. 
How now, how is this sick man, where is he?  Sould. 
He has vomited such stuff, since the Lieutenant went; sure, that your worship gave him was good against an Impostume.  Lieu. 
By this good day, the same water that eat Crabb's knife; what shall we do with this Rogue? a hole in his side, big enough to creep in at, will not kill him.  Capt. 
Let's speak with him.  Tull. 
Who's there? my noble Captain, and kind Lieutenant; thank you for this visit; truly, it joys me to see you both here, and He takes the Capt. by the hand. He sits up in his Bed .specially my noble Captain; And I am pretty lusty on the sudden; and I'll do what I do not use to do, I'll begin a health to my noble Captain, that he may see he is welcome; dost hear honest friend, fetch a bottle of Sack, I'll even drink it, come what will after it, and my friend there shall pledge me; and dost hear, reach me one They sit down by his Bedside .of the Gammons of Bacon out of the Chimney, it may be my Captain has a stomach,— If he has not, I'm sure I have.  [aside. Capt. 
I am glad to find you thus merry, and so resolved; 'tis the part of a good man to prepare and die cheerfully.  Lieu. 
I told you, you would find him well prepared; and what think you, is not Sack and Bacon better than Barleywater and soaked Chickens?  Tull. 
I confess, I was a fool then, but now I'll pledge you all the Sack I refused then; and to let my Captain see I resolve to die, and serve him, look you but on, and I'll eat all the Gammon alone, but you must not tell the Physician.  Enter the Soldier with the Wine, Bacon, a great Bottle, a Napkin and Bread. Tull. 
Give me a knife and some Bread, fill, fill a bowl of Sack, and bring it hither. Lord! Captain, you would not think how it Tull. sings. rejoices me to see all this good company here.  Capt. 
I am beholding to you; fill, fill the sack.  Tull. 
Help to set me up. They offer to give him the Sack.  Lieu. 
Hold, give me the Cup; I'll begin a health to the sick man.  Tull. 
No, pray give me leave to begin my noble captains? pray, pray let me begin it.  Lieu. 
No faith, I'll begin.  Tull. 
Pray drink to me then. He sings again.  Capt. 
Why, you are very merry.  Tull. 
A Flincher,— Two draughts to one Cup?  Lieu. 
This wine was musty, taste it.  Tull. 
Let me taste it, it may be 'twas an ill bottle, the wine's good wine, admirable wine. He drinks.  Capt. 
Give me a bowl, I'll pledge it with a better will, because I see you do not desire it should succeed.  Tull. 
Alas! I desire to live but till I have drunk your health; To me good Captain, I'll pledge it with all my heart.  Capt. 
I hope so, I should take it ill to have you refuse me, for any nice scruple of your health.  Lieu. 
As you did me, and cry, a Beer-grass would kill you.  Tull. 
Alas, I was a fool then, but now I am very desirous to redeem that fault; To me good Captain, your wine cools. As the Capt. goes to drink the Lieu. stops him.  Lieu. 
Your hat Captain.  Capt. 
Oh! it's true.  Tull. 
Nay, pray drink, and spare your Compliment.  Capt. 
Prithee give me a bit of that Gammon, to taste my Wine with.  Tul. 
Pray help him and me too, I would fain taste whether it be as good as the last was.  Capt. 
Yes faith, 'tis good, here Crab.  Tul. 
Nay pray let me drink to Crab.  Capt. 
No, by my faith, it shall go round.  Tul. 
Let me taste, was not your Wine musty too?  Capt. 
Here's none. Turns the Cup.  Tul. 
Fill, fill Crab, and drink to me, for I long to do thee reason, and begin my Captains. He gives Tullius a piece.  Lieut. 
It's an excellent Gammon, taste.  Tul. 
Some more, pray, to taste.  Lieut. 
Where shall I carve you?  Tul, 
anywhere, anywhere.  Crab. 
Sir, here's your Wine; will you pledge your health?  Tul. 
So, so, now I am happy; Noble Captain, a thousand times 
Crab gives Tulius the Cup.  
As he goes to drink the Lieutenant takes hold of the Cup . I thank you, and with all my heart I'll pledge you.  Lieut. 
Hold, a pox take you, Crab, for a cozening Rogue, you have put water in't.  Crab. 
No, by this hand.  Tul. 
No, by my life.  Lieut. 
Let me taste, I'll not trust you.  Tul. 
Why taste, Noble Lieutenant; oblige me so far, as to let me drink my own health; nay Lieutenant, Noble Lieutenant. The Lieutenant takes the Cup and drinks up all.  Crab. 
Now, was it not pure?  Lieut. 
Hup! by my Faith it was pure indeed; here fill it again, give him a Brimmer.  Tul. 
I pray never spare me, Lieutenant, you were somewhat harsh the last time you were here, but I'll drink to you.  Lieut. 
I was angry then, because you refused to pledge me; but now you'll drink, I am your Friend.  Tul. 
The Wine, where's the Wine?  Crab. 
Here's none left Sir, shall I fetch another bottle?  Tul. 
Is all gone?  Crab. 
Yes, Sir.  Tul. 
All gone?  Capt. 
Go fetch another, for he shall pledge me, this trick shall not serve's turn.  Tul. 
Pledge me, alas, Sir, rather than my life I'd pledge you.  Lieut. 
No, no, thou shalt not; faith Captain he's now good natured, spare him; it will but make him sick; and troth he's an honest fellow when he is himself.  Capt. 
He shall pledge me.  Lieut. 
Alas, Sir, when we are sick, the best of us are unreasonable sometimes.  Tul. 
Lieutenant, Noble Friend.  Lieut. 
I warrant thee, pray Sir let me excuse him for this time, he shall kiss the Cup only.  Tul. 
I swear I'll drink it, not pledge my Captain, and 'twere present death I'd do it, fetch some Wine?  Capt. 
Nay, then I'll pardon you; for since I find you willing, I'll excuse your weakness.  Lieut. 
Let the Wine alone, Crab.  Tul. 
Lieutenant.  Lieut. 
Spare your thanks. They offer to go away.  Tul. 
Lieutenant.  Lieut. 
You know the Captain loves no Compliments.  Capt. 
Farewell. Thank you for my Wine.  Tul. 
Captain.  Lieut. 
Farewell, Farewell.  Tul. 
Captain, one word before you go.  Capt. 
What's the news?  Tul. 
Pray let me drink; for the truth is, I must either eat and drink or die.  Capt. 
How's that? and would you drink and live?  Lieut. 
Why thou impudent Rogue; yesterday it was, if I drink I die, now some drink or you are dead.  Capt. 
Nay then he shall not drink, is this your professions?  Tul. 
Well Gentlemen, I see you're resolved I must die; let me but have my fill, and I'll die tomorrow.  Lieut. 
Why, faith, it is but abstaining till tomorrow, and than you are sure of it.  Tul. 
And is it not all one how I die, so I be dead tomorrow? if it be alike to you, pray let me choose; for if Surfeit or Famine can but kill, pray let me surfeit.  Capt. 
I am indifferent how, so it be done.  Tul. 
Call me spade if it be not.  Lieut. 
And look we have no Equivocation, but see you be dead tomorrow.  Capt. 
I fear he will prove a Rogue.  Tul. 
I hope you would not desire that I should lay violent hands upon myself.  Lieut. 
Marry the Gods forbid, lay violent hands upon thyself; no, no, now you have consented, I'll get one shall do it for you.  Tul. 
Give me some drink, and do what you will with me afterwards.  Lieut. 
Set the Vessel by him.  Tul. 
But is it Sack, Lieutenant? is it Sack? excuse me if I be punctual too?  Capt. 
Give him a Bowl. Tullius drinks.  Tul. 
Give me another, give me a third.  Lieut. 
Farewell, Farewell, look you be dead tomorrow, or by these hilts I'll apply my Dagger to thy side, and that will be a certain cure; come, Sir, will you please to go?  Tul. 
Captain, Captain, stay a little and see me die, give me another Tullius is drunk. Cup.  Cap. 
By this light, the Rogue is drunk.  Tul. 
Now do I not see any Reason, why I should die.  Lieut. 
But I shall give you a Reason tomorrow.  Tul. 
To die with all this Sack about me! No, I am immortal, let those die that are dry.— Hum, give me my sword.  Capt. 
Come leave him, he is drunk.  Lieut. 
How now, what wouldst you have? As they go away, be rises out of his bed and reels after them to the door.  Tul. 
You'll give me leave to wait on my Captain down?  Capt. 
No Ceremony, good Tullius, no Ceremony.  Tul. 
It shall be yours Captain, indeed it shall be yours.  Lieut. 
Alas, Sir, give him leave to take cold.  Capt. 
Nay, if it must be so, I obey.  Tul. 
Nay, why Lieutenant, what do you take me for? how do you think I have been bred?  [Exit Captain. Lieut. 
Remember tomorrow.  Tul. 
Remember tomorrow, let tomorrow remember me.   

ACT. IV. SCEN. V.  Enter Facertes solus. Facer. 
THis is the Place, Love be thou propitious, and let my fears prove false; hereabout should be the door.  [Exit. Enter Paulina and Cicilia. Paul. 
It is true, I have promised him, when he comes, to deliver you; but he has vowed to use you with Honour, do you not know him?  Cicilia. 
No Madam, this is the first time I ever saw him.  Paul. 
Pray what Country claims your Birth?  Cicilia. 
Greece, Madam.  Paul. 
Pray grow not in Love with your griefs, but give some part of 'em to me, that now but begin to be sad.  Cicilia. 
Why should you be sad, that know no grief of Mind? have you lost Friends? or forfeited Freedom?  Paul. 
Fair one, I am more a slave than you; for I am bound by faults, and none can set me free; your miseries are but for a time, and I can release 'em, and yet cannot command my own Fate.  Cicilia. 
What strange misery can you apprehend? do you love unfortunately?  Paul. 
No, I love happily, but I have fallen unfortunately, and no length of days can set a period to my misery; I love, but cannot hope a return, for I should hate him I love if he could love me; yet, as his Honour forbids him that, and me all hopes to enjoy him, so if he be a perfect Man he hath Mercy too, and he may pity and forgive, though not love Paulina.  Cicilia. 
I would ask another Question, but that I am afraid it would search too near your griefs; dare you trust me with the knowledge who it is you love? can I serve you?  Paul. 
You must not, and therefore cannot, for it is the stranger that fought for you. When first my Eye met his, it shot a flame in here, and the nobleness of that Act (which was sacrificed to you) shook me, and waked my sleeping Honour, and I began to find desires that till then were strangers here, for they had more of love then blood in them.— What's the business? One knocks.  [Enter Baud. Baud. 
There's a young fellow without desires to speak with you.  Paul. 
Your pardon.  [Exit Paulina. Baud. 
I have spoiled your sport if all hit right.   

ACT. IV. SCEN. VI.  Enter Facertes and Paulina. Facert. 
MAdam, I come from that stranger that this morning your Charity preserved, what directions do you command me in his affairs of Love!  Paul. 
Sir, you are welcome, and from him all is so; This night I would desire him meet in the garden, where he shall receive her.  Facert. 
I must beg the favour to speak with that Lady, I have a message to impart to her.  [Enter Cicilia. Paul. 
You shall command any thing my power can serve you in, there she comes, and I'll wait upon you straight.  [Exit Paulina. Facert. 
What shall I say to her? my joys have robbed me of my Tongue.  Cicil. 
It is he that this morning named me in the street.— Sir, have you any commands for me?  Facert. 
No Madam, I come to serve, if you'll please to enjoin; and though a poor Sicilian, yet I know what duty all that wretched Nation owes your Excellence.  Cicil. 
Me Sir! sure you mistake.  Facert. 
No, Madam, I cannot mistake, nor can any miseries so cloud your Beauties, but through all the Innocency and Majesty of such a Princess will appear; sure you will not deny the name of Cicilia? She looks about her.  Cicil. 
To you, Sir, I will not, yet I conjure you to conceal me, and let me know to whom I stand indebted for this Civil opinion.  Facert. 
My name is not worth your knowledge, but my fortunes I boast of, for I had the honour to be a Soldier, and a Prisoner with your Princely Brother, and fell with him the same day when we lost the battle at Siracusa.  Cicil. 
Who, Facertes? where is he, at Rome! Oh, tell me how does he bear the Insolence of that unworthy Conqueror? It is many years since I saw that beloved Brother, did he never speak of me?  Facert. 
Yes, Madam, I have often heard him mention you with Tears, and like a Brother give your Character to the fair Sophia, sister to Virgilius, who saved his Life when he was doomed to the hook.  Cicil. 
The Hook? Oh, ye powers, why do you let this wicked Tyrant thus triumph o'er our miseries? But for Virgilius, that false seed of the old Tyrant, that's young and false, and cruel in his youth, let him find some curse, strange as his wickedness.  Facert. 
Madam, upon my life, you injure him; for, my soul to pawn, he loves your Brother: and had no share in that guilty Triumph, for he was then in Gallia.  Cicil. 
Oh, thou art deceived, he envies my Brother, and cannot love; and when he could not by force conquer him, by falsehood he sought his ruin.  Facert. 
I perceive, Madam, you are a stranger to the Prince's affairs at Rome.  Cicil. 
What are they? new miseries?  Facert. 
Have you not heard how, at the Triumph, the fair Sophia and he, in a look, changed hearts, and that now he has his freedom?  Cicil. 
No, this is the first time that I heard of it.  Facert. 
Madam, I saw him free; and (by his friendship with Virgilius) 'tis hoped he shall marry the Princess Sophia: But this is a secret I dare not give to any ear but your own.  Cicil. 
My Brother and Virgilius friends? 'tis false, it must be false, I know he is too much my Brother to make a Friendship there.  Facert. 
His Love to the Sister, and her merits, who has a virtue equal to her Beauty, made him forget the injuries which Virgilius (in ambitious honour, not malice) threw upon him; besides, it will be a guard for Sicily hereafter, and Facertes gains his ends upon them.  Cicil. 
Pray no more of this discourse; I hope my Brother has no ends beyond his Honour; it cannot be he should forget mine and his own injuries, or so bury a brother's and a Father's loss; but if absence can do all this, yet his Honour is with him, and that may tell him how glorious, in story, a Slave appears, whilst he keeps his Honour; and how mean and poor that Prince is that sells it for his passion.  Facertes, aside, 
Excellent Maid— Madam, I am sorry my discourse displeased you.  Cicil. 
I would I were with him, or I would I could but write to him.  Facert. 
Madam, if you'll please to write, I'll deliver it him.  Cicil. 
No, Sir, that would be too great a trouble, for I believe, those Occasions which drew you hither are of more consideration than a letter.  Facert. 
None of such importance as to serve my Prince; 'Tis true, I have a Comrade, a Prince that has disguised himself into that condition, and is resolved, under that private habit, to see the world; a scurvy Accident befell him today, upon the Mole, at the slave's Mart, where he 'scaped hardly with his life; some wounds he has too, which will retard him, I fear, till my return.  Cicil. 
Was it not this morning? a young man, brown-haired?  Facert. 
Yes, it was about a slave he saw, and fell in love with; and while he stayed for money to redeem her, another bought her; I was not at the beginning, but, I thank my fate, I came time enough to his Rescue.  Cicil. 
Is he safe then?  Facert. 
Yes, Madam, but so impatient, for fear some violence should be offered to her, I am now going in search of her; for I know he'll find no Peace, till he has gained her freedom.  Cicil. 
Is he a Prince, say you, and in love with that Slave?  Facert. 
Yes, Madam, and now his soul labours in pain, to know what condition she is of; but I hope his flame is made of young men's fire, such as will not last.  Cicil. 
Why do you hope so?  Facert. 
Because I have the honour to be his friend; and though I serve his passion, yet I should be loath to see him continue his Love for a Slave, that has nothing but miseries for his Honour to work upon.  Cicil. 
A Prince! then all my Prayers fall not to the Earth, nor lose their way twixt heaven and my miseries.  Facert. 
Your prayers, Madam? how, under pardon, are you concerned in his love or birth?  Cicil. 
You are a Soldier, and by your honour I conjure you; you are a Sicilian, and now I'll take the power you gave, and command you; or by my Brother and his friendship I enjoin you.  Facert. 
What, Madam?  Cicil. 
Nothing, nothing; ye gods! whither am I falling? down, She stops and turns from him .down Woman; All the pleadings of my Sex be gone, I will not be a slave to my Passion.  Facert. 
Nor will I be so rude as to press a Secret from you; yet your Brother, Madam, should not serve you more faithfully, nor more willingly, than I.  Cicil. 
I must not, no, I will not; yet I durst tell you, but 'tis not like Cicilia, nor the Laws that she has ever followed.  Facert. 
Madam, your name has given Laws, and Cicilia's Acts have ever stood Examples, as unquestioned as unimitable: and by yourself, I beg this trust.  Cicil. 
Then, as you are a Soldier, take it, and protect it, (I know no guilt,) why should I fear? I was that slave he fought for; and I rejoice, the man I honour is so favoured of the Gods.  Facert. 
O Madam, this is a blessing beyond my hopes; dare you trust me to discover who you are? I'll first sound whether his Love aim with honour, and by degrees work upon him till I have found the secrets of his heart; he shall despair too, and in fear spend some days; But at length dare you not let him know there is a hope? pray leave it to me, I'll see all the Laws of Love observed, he shall doubt, and hope, and you shall defer his Joys; But still She walks and looks down: he follows her .I'll wish your Love may increase too, for I know he'll deserve it.  Cicil. 
Sir, I have not said I love, nor will not, till I hear him say so first; I confess I hope he loves, and what that hope can be called I acknowledge.  Facert. 
Then all my Joys are full— Nay, my Sister, you must not turn away.  Cicil. 
Sister?  Facert. 
Did I say Sister?  Cicil. 
Yes, and if my Ears abuse me not, this morning you called me sister.  Facert. 
Then I'll hide myself no longer from thee; and since you could confess to a stranger you hoped he loved, I claim so 
He pulls off a patch from his eye.  
He shows her a Ring . much trust as to confess you love; will this satisfy you who I am? I mean to give it to the Prince.  Cicil. 
Oh, my Brother, why did you hide yourself from me? is it true you told of yourself? are you in love? shall not I know your story, that I may rejoice in your joys?  Facert. 
Thou shalt know all, but let me not now defer the Prince's joy, who waits without and suffers in the doubts which longing love brings.  Cicil. 
The Prince without? is that a truth? pardon me, for since you have deceived me once, it is lawful to suspect.  Facert. 
Yes, and there is another truth which I durst not discover till thy love warranted it me: But now know the man thou hated'st is the man thou lovest; for Virgilius is that Prince; but when thou hast made an acquaintance with him thou wilt confess thy ignorance only could hate him.  Cicil. 
Virgilius, than I am miserable!  Facert. 
Do not say so, but take a Brother's knowledge of him, I have tried him, friend and enemy, and by both find him pure; and I conjure you, give me your griefs, and believe my love before your hate of the man you love.  Cicil. 
Is it Virgilius then?  Facert. 
By thyself, it is he.  Cicil. 
Swear not, unworthy; witness the Gods, that saw and pitied not my griefs, with what pain I lost thee; yet that was nothing, compared to this affliction, that finds thee thus; Go boast to thy friend, what success thy treachery, assisted by a Brother's interest, has gained upon a Sister, o'ercome with misery.  Facert. 
Why do you accuse me thus? have I injured you? is it a fault, to tell you your opinion wrongs a gallant man?  Cicil. 
Were he a God, and his friendship of so sovereign a nature, it would protect us against their rods, when with a plague they make a curious search amongst men: were he this, yet, in thee and me 'twere sin to sacrifice to him; and I would sooner oppose that plague which only wounds my mortal part, then meet Virgilius as a friend.  Facert. 
Why do you conclude me so unworthy, as to call him friend without a satisfaction?  Cicil. 
Thou art not Facertes; he knows there can be no satisfaction: did he not ruin our Country? fell not my aged Father under a Roman sword? is not Lucius, our Brother, lost? and his Ghost still wandering for want of Funeral Rites: But if thou art Facertes, remember how his falsehood let thee adorn a triumph; but these are past. Am not I this day sold a slave? does not our Country still bleed; and whilst we talk, the licensed lust of the common Soldier add new crimes? Oh! my Brother, let me not have reason to repent that nearness, but learn to hate him; and while he is in our power take a brave revenge; that he would do something to redeem these faults is no Argument to prefer him before your Country; and though it be gallant in him to love, yet in thee or me a low mean sin.  Facert. 
Had he not said all this, had he not condemned himself, I had done it; but when I see his youth soul-sick with love, and full of despairs, ready to sacrifice himself to redeem the misfortunes of a conquest (which he was but a servant in) I must tell Cicilia, when he leaves thus to be an enemy, I must be a friend, for I scorn to hate what loves me; but he loves thee, and to destroy him now is murder, and not revenge.  Cicil. 
That he loves I owe him nothing, for it was chance and fate; and that I love him will be no guard: if I did not love him, 'twere easy to destroy the thing I hate; but it shall be my glory, through my love and loss of peace, to find revenge.  Facert. 
But his love was no chance; this journey we designed by the counsel of his Sister, whose interest pleads here, and we were bound for Sicily, and his intents were to heal, by marriage, the wounds you thus lament in our Country; and if now you destroy this means of peace, you have ruined it; Cicilia has destroyed her Country, and to obey her passion wilfully sacrificed our freedom.  Cicil. 
Still thou blowest new fires; were your designs for Sicily and me? what has rendered me so cheap to my Brother's thought, as to believe I would receive such a visit from a vain swollen Conqueror, promising to himself success? But he shall find I dare, and can scorn him; and now if I had all the passions that our sex ever yet sunk under, I'd forbid him to myself; and he and you shall find Cicilia's mind not subject to his conquest.  [Exit Cicilia. Facert. 
Women, when they have said they are angry are half revenged; and friends, when they have avowed a quarrel. I know her soul full of softness, however her fortune makes this war betwixt her nature and her justice.— Sir, you have heard, I fear, the little hope she gives; yet she loves, let that secure you.  Enter Virgilius. Virg. 
Will you take my opinion of your Sister hereafter? This I He appears very sad and pensive .foresaw.  Facert. 
What shall we do?  Virg. 
Something I will do, pray, let me serve her in some disguise, till she be freed from this place while I have an interest here.  Facert. 
If I can, I'll persuade her to escape this night.  Virg. 
I would I had spoke with her, I would fain say something to her before I die.  Facert. 
Die, Sir?  Virg. 
Yes die, Facertes, now when I would fainest live; for why should I linger here when that which makes her excellent must render me miserable? for had she forgiven me, I could not have forgiven her; for she has justice, and I despair; farewell Facertes, I'll meet thee at the Galley.  Facert. 
Pray stay, Sir, you shall speak with her, and it may be she cannot find that strength against you.  Virg. 
If you'll gain me the liberty of speaking with her, I shall gladly do it; and then what I will do shall ask no long time to consider.  Facert. 
Pray, Sir, follow me.  Virg. 
I dare not press in there; I that have forced a passage through the world dare not enter there where love only has the guard.   

ACT. IV. SCEN. VII.  Enter Bragadine, and the Baud. Baud. 
THey are now there; she is false, and you abused; she threatened me with wounds, unless I would obey her, and invite him to her bed, and the slave would scarce be won to come.  Bragad. 
But has she given the slave to him that I presented to her today?  Baud. 
She has given him all, and to lay the greater scorn upon you, to your enemy, she is one who loves the slave, and wants the common excuse of being wooed.  Bragad. 
Was this the reason she commanded me not to pursue my revenge? Fool, it shall now fall on you both.  Baud. 
You must be speedy then; for this night they are gone, and the garden is the appointed place to receive the slave in; but if you'll obey my counsel, they shall find their graves there; and then the old woman will laugh at the young Rascals.  Bragad. 
But how shall I come to this opportunity of revenge?  Baud. 
Go arm yourself, and take such to your assistance, whose faith you have tried, and bring'em in the evening to our garden, where I'll place you so, that you shall have a full view of them, and take your revenge safely.  Bragad. 
The Moon will assist us, for she shines early this night.— This in earnest. He offers her money.  Baud. 
Sir, I expect no money, I have said, I love you.  Bragad. 
O, excuse me till tomorrow.  [Exit Bragadine. Baud. 
I thank you, Sir,— How all these young things are subject to oversee a woman when she is stricken a little in years! and this Fool too, whom I choose, because I thought all had been alike to fools, and yet see how hardly he is drawn on; as I live, but that there is one young man that I love, I would make him kill'em both, and take the wench; Ah! farewell the memory of my dear Britain, Gorgianus; well did he deserve to be their Patron, he never refused and old woman, but they knew his virtue, and while he was young called him home. O happy Island, that has one young man in it that will be charitable to the old woman: Every one strives to feed the young till their bellies burst again, while we praise and beg, and can scarce get'em to sell us their ware.— How now, what have we here? oh is it you? I'll retire.  [Exit Baud. Enter Facertes and Cicilia. Cicil. 
If thou hast not lost all thine honour, By the memory of thy Father's ashes, By that chaste Mother, whose memory thou so oft hast worshipped, give me leave to retreat to my strength, and while I have power preserve my honour, lest there be none left in our family, for thou hast thrown off thine, as if it had been a burden to thee.  Facert. 
Dare you not hear him speak? if you have no Argument to deny what he said, why do you accuse me of weakness, when I was conquered?  Cicil. 
I dare not longer hear him speak? for all the weakness that our sex or nature is subject to plead against me, and I have only honour to defend me; yet I can give you powerful Reasons that can destroy all his hopes.  [Enter Virg. Facert. 
No, no, give 'em him when you see him.  [Exit Facertes, and pulls to the door. Virg. 
'Tis just you fly me, 'tis just you scorn me, and here I stand mine own judge, my own accuser and executioner too, if you frown, and bid me strike.  Cicil. 
Sir, you mistake me, if you think I scorn you; there are other ways, and just ones, to be revenged without a fault.  Virg. 
Facertes, you do not covet a revenge more than I thirst to give it; and now I know what you desire, with wings I'll haste to serve you.  Cicil. 
You cannot, her fruits are seldom sweet, unless we pluck them ourselves.  Virg. 
Let me beg you will not pay such a rate as your innocence for it, can you not forgive? Is there nothing can expiate what my fate was only guilty in? for I was never faulty to you.  Cicil. 
Nothing; my honour tells me I must not find a peace,— But my heart tells me I belie it.  [Aside. Virg. 
Oh, do not frown; can you not be just but you must be angry too? The Judge that speaks the malefactor's fate, and tells him tomorrow thou shalt die, he does it because it is just, not that he is pleased with the wretch's misery. Oh, be you but so merciful; let my doom come but as a necessity from you, and not appear to affect my miseries.  Cicil. 
Brother Facertes, what shall I say? Cicilia, be thyself, or thou hast lost the glory of thy revenge.  Virg. 
No, divinest, do not wrong me so, as to think I plead for life; 'tis for your pity only that I beg; do not you destroy me, command some one that the act but adds to his guilt; stain not with blood that innocence, nor with cruelty punish cruelty.  Cicil. 
No, Sir, I know your friend has said enough to secure you I cannot be cruel; but since such a sullen fate attends me that my passion will rob me of the revenge I hoped to have had on you, I'll take it on myself; and if thou lovest through my own wounds, strike thy false heart which I see, yet have no power to punish.  Virg. 
False? oh, do not say so, any thing, but false.  Cicil. 
Didst thou not plead thus, till thy Arguments prevailed with my Brother, that Brother under whose Sword thou fellest, and found'st protection, though his enemy? didst thou not vow there he should not be led in triumph, who else would not have lived? for he defended himself only to let thy pride see thou couldst not overcome him; and when he had taught thee with his sword that he could conquer, he yielded to let thee see he durst die.  Virg. 
Dare you be judged by that Brother?  Cicil. 
Yes, when he is himself; but these injuries are silent, when I call to mind that barbarous rage that did not spare the aged snow of my honoured Father. What glory could his death add to your conquest, whose heart had not blood enough to stain the sacrilegious weapon.  Virg. 
Oh! Madam, for these misfortunes which call me their head, I plead the duty I owed a Father, whose Battle I fought; and it became me to obey mine, as it does you to mourn yours.  Cicil. 
Then, to these add the vanity of this journey, promising yourself a victory over our hearts too; and because your sword is forbid in this war, alone you undertook the journey; as if Virgilius' name were enough to slave the world.  Virg. 
Madam, witness Facertes, how full of despairs I obeyed my fate, and your misfortunes will quit me of vanity; for when they had set a rate upon your beauty, when there was a price made for the excellent Cicilia, yet then I durst not hope a purchase. Vain, false and cruel! think me any thing but such a monster.  Cicil. 
Oh Brother! cruel Brother! Sir, if I have injured you, I shall teach you to forgive by forgiving greater faults: my faith, and my faith, alas, that can neither advantage me, nor prejudice Virgilius.  Virgil. 
Do not say so; 'tis the saving balm; 'tis mercy itself; and your faith of me must save me here, as mine hereafter; Oh, Divinest, stop not your mercy, but let it fall here; your eyes are full of pity; let that precious dew drop upon my thirsty heart, and save me, ere despair hath licked all my life thence; Turn not away, but look upon me as I appear in repentance, in the whiteness of my He kneels .tears, in their Innocency, in my Souls Love to Cicilia, strewed upon the Earth in submission. Behold me, and view me, not as I stand stained with thy miseries, but speak to me, and speak mercy, Mercy whose figure thy fair self wears, and adorns; O let her softness guide thy tongue, and let my Souls bleeding sadness make thy father's wounds dumb.  Cicilia. 
Oh, ye gods, why did not ye make him Innocent? pray Sir, Why do you kneel?  Virgil. 
For mercy, is there no mercy? your tears should be He rises .friendly; can you weep when you are Angry?  (He rises.) Cicil. 
No, Sir, my tears have Prophetic misery, and so much weakness in them, they deserve your pity.  Virgil. 
Oh, Madam, do not call it weakness, This is Charity, and her Alms yields a double benefit, and adorns as well as saves; Oh, my fate, would you had made me any thing that's most scorned, rather than an Enemy here.  Cicil. 
That had been too great a Blessing; for know Sir, you do not, more than I, wish your Innocence, or with sadder thoughts mourn your guilt.  [Enter Facertes. Facert. 
She must not see this Passion; Sir, pray let your love give way a little to Our safety; Paulina is coming, and 'twill be dangerous, by the discovery of yours, to put her Love to a despair; Sister, I hope your Reason has found a way to be reconciled to this Prince, whose misfortunes I know cannot deserve your hate; when your Justice guides; pray let her not see you here.  Cicil. 
I can forgive him, and you; But I can ne'er forgive myself; and something I'll do shall save my honour.  [Exit Cicilia. Facert. 
Pray, Sir, put off this sadness, and solicit Paulina to deliver her this Night; is she as unsensible of your Love as she appeared to be?  Virgil. 
She is all honour, all herself; All thy Sister, and I happy only to be more miserable.  Facert. 
Pray retire, before Paulina comes.  Virgil. 
I'll follow you.  Facert. 
This way we shall meet her, courage Sir; After Parley Woman's wars give Quarter still, and she cannot long be cruel.   

ACT. IV. SCEN. VIII.  Enter Bragadine and bravoes. Bragad. 
ARe you all provided?  Barv. 
Yes, Sir, how many are they?  Bragad. 
Three is the most; give me a Pistol, 'tis about the time she appointed, stay here, and whistle, if she comes; I'll look out.  [Ex. 1. Brav. 
This wench has every day a Quarrel; I killed two for her, the last Olympic.  2. Brav. 
Marry, the gods send her many Quarrels, peace Brings us no harvest; Who comes here?  [Enter Baud. Baud. 
The Moon is up, and he not come. They are upon departure; This Coward will fail me, and they will escape, and the Rascal will scorn me to death.  1. Brav. 
Who's there?  Baud. 
'Tis I, whose's that? the Prince?  1. Brav. 
No, Madam, but one of his Creatures.  Baud. 
Who's that? Ennius? why, where have you been many a day?  1. Brav. 
Faith, I durst not be seen till last night.  Baud. 
You promised me a visit once, but you broke your word.  1. Brav. 
Let's retire, and call my Lord; I'll pay it now.  Baud. 
Follow me then, is my Lord this way?  1. Brav. 
Yes, let me guide you.  [Enter Bragadine. Bragad. 
Who's that passed by?  2. Brav. 
It's the old Woman, that serves Paulina.  Enter bawd and Bravo again. Baud. 
O, are you ready, Sir, you have stayed the utmost time; she expects him with longing thoughts, they are all provided, and a Galley lies ready at the Mole, to convey them away; but if your hearts be true, we will stay their Journey.  Bragad. 
We are all ready, and resolute.  Baud. 
Follow me then, I'll see you placed where they must pass by.  Bragad. 
Lead the way.   

ACT. IV. SCEN. IX.  Enter Cicilia and Paulina. Cicilia. 
WHat return to make you, for this good Act, I know not; But I shall ever admire you for daring (in so wicked a Place) to be so singly good.  Paul. 
ay, that durst be wicked, ought not to dispute now; but with shame to look upon my faults, and offer this, as my first sacrifice, to witness I repent; and may my wishes prove fortunate, and make you happy in that Love that makes me miserable.  Cicil. 
You cannot be so miserable as I,— That must love my Aside .Enemy.  [Enter Baud. Baud. 
Madam, are you ready, they stay at the Garden gate, shall I let them in?  Paul. 
Yes, yes, and see the gates shut that lead to the street.  Baud. 
All is safe, pray make haste.  Paul. 
we'll meet you, call at my window.  [Exeunt omnes.  

ACT. IV. SCEN. X.  Enter Virgilius and Facertes. Facert. 
THis Moon is friendly, come, pray let not this cloudy sadness hang upon our Joys; you see she consented to put herself into your protection; her tears too are your warrant, for all Women's storms are past when those showers fall.  Virgil. 
I do not now grieve for fear she should be angry, but that I am so unlucky as to deserve it; and my Friends can witness my heart never sinned against her, yet something lies heavy upon it I cannot remove; for my fears tell me she'll take some Revenge upon herself; for you saw it was her Passion, not her reason, that forgave me.  Facert. 
I know her Religion will protect her against herself, and she has too much honour, to wish health, and put poison in the Cup; and though she threatened revenge, yet she scorns to take it when she is reconciled.  Virgil. 
Oh, she is too Excellent to be false; Peace. whose's there?  [Enter Baud. Baud. 
Is the Galley ready, they Expect you.  Facert. 
All's ready, lead the way.  Baud. 
Follow me.  [Exeunt omnes. Bragad. within. 
Stand close, I hear 'em come.  Enter Virgil. Facertes, and bawd again. Baud. 
Stay here, while I return, with the Key.  Facert. 
This is the Garden. Bragadine shoots, Virgil puts his hand to his eye, with a bloody sponge and the blood runs down. Facertes draws his sword, and takes him in his amrs  Virgil. 
Oh! This may be just: but whether it be fair, or no, Heaven, thou seest.  Facert. 
How do you, Sir?  Virgil. 
Why well, Facertes; The Bullet but glanced.  Facert. 
Oh my sister, If thou hast a hand in this Treachery, may Plagues sudden and lasting find and sink thee with despairs, when mercy flies thee as thou hast done thy honour; nor shall all Virgil. is still in Facertes amrs the ties of love, or nature, prove thy guard, nor the mercy's due to thy weeping penitence; No, thy sex shall not protect thee from the Justice of my swollen rage, which with sword, and words (that wound more) shall afflict thee.  Virg. 
Why dost thou rage and curse her, still mistaking that excellent Maid? Upon my Soul, she has no hand in't, she is too full of Honour, to take so base a way to her Revenge, or seek by Treachery a life that's only worn to serve her; and when she frowns, may command me put it off.  Facer. 
Draw your sword then, and take my counsel, if your strength fail not, and fall, as if their malice had been more prosperous, He speaks softly to him .perchance the Villain, Author of this deed, lurks here about, and expects such a sign ere he dare discover himself.— Pray, Sir, Aloud .let me bear you home.  Virg. 
No, Facertes, let me die here. Virgilius draws his sword and lies down.  Facer. 
Unfortunate Youth, Murder, Villains, where are you, you accursed Actors of this black deed? do you hide already Cowards? dare you not look on your Act? Cicilia and Paulina above.  Cicilia. 
It was my Brother's voice that cried Murder.  Paul. 
I heard a Pistol, where's Olympia?  Enter Bragadine, bawd, and Bravoes. Cicilia. 
Hark, there's somebody comes.  Facer. 
villains, dare you not yet appear?  Bragad. 
Yes, fool, we dare, and laugh upon your miseries.  Baud. 
Yes, an old Woman will laugh; fool, thou hadst better have destroyed thy Mother, then with scorn have awaked my Malice, now where is all your young wits? am not I proved a Mother of your Joys? fool, I am revenged now.  Cicilia. 
What cry was that?  Bragad. 
How now, what ails you? Virgilius as he lies, runs his sword into the bawd, and kills her, she squeaks  Baud. 
Oh me, oh me, I am dead.  Facer. 
Then, though our miseries be great, they are not so ill as I feared; what moved thee, Villain, to this base Act?  Bragad. 
Revenge, fool; thought'st thou, I could forgive a wound, and such an Injury as to have her I call mine possessed by another?  Facer. 
Villain, thou shalt dearly pay for this base Act; Rise, Sir, Virgilius rises, and kills one of the Bravoes .the Truth is now at large discovered.  Brav. 
Oh!  Bragad. 
Ha, alive?  Virg. 
Yes, and I hope shall find so much Mercy as to punish thy Treachery. 
They fight.  
Virgilius and Bragadine. Facertes and Ennius.  
They are all wounded, Bragad. faints and falls.  
Kills him.  
Facertes and Ennius struggle on the ground, Facertes kills him.  
Dies.   Bragad. 
Draw, Ennius, we have yet as many swords as they.  Ennius. 
I warrant you, Sir, and as good hearts.  Virg. 
Traitor, thou want'st the cause.  Cicilia above. 
It is they, they are set upon, I hear their swords too; let's haste, our presence may bring some aid; for heaven's sake, let us not look on and see them murdered.  Bragad. 
Hold, as thou hast Mercy, hold; and as thou hast faults, show Mercy.  Virg. 
Yes, in this Justice, for Justice is ever merciful.  Facer. 
There, Villain, There's thy treacheries first reward; thou art going for thy last.  Enter Cicilia and Paulina; whilst they are fighting upon the ground, Cicilia runs to Facertes. Cicilia. 
Ha! upon the ground, Facertes, what accident is this?  Facer. 
Where's the Prince?  Virg. 
Here, how fares Facertes?  Facer. 
Well, only a little scratched.  Paul. 
Sir, I hope you believe I had no hand in this Treachery.  Virg. 
No Madam, we know the unworthy cause.  Cicilia. 
What was it?  Facer. 
All our Joys (within this minute) had a cloud on them; and I confess, I was afraid it had hid my sister's faults, whilst I feared a mistake of Justice had betrayed thee to a Murder; yet then in his wounds the Prince was himself, and collected; I chid my mistrust; see, he bleeds still, does not that expiate? This is twice he has shed it in sacrificing to thy liberty; and now to be angry is wilful and humour, not honour.  Cicilia. 
Do you command, Cicilia shall obey; for I confess, the Prince is Master of that honour I but talked of; will you mediate a pardon for the Injuries my Passion threw upon him? and I shall joy to find I was mistaken.  Virg. 
O Madam, do not speak of pardon, for your Innocence knows not the way to that Injury I could not forgive; But I will not talk; for I should hate myself, if I had words to express this Joy.  Paul. 
Ha! The Prince slain, and Olympia dead? as you love your safety haste hence; he whom your Justice has found is the viceroy's Son, and its present death if you be taken.  Facer. 
No distraction; The Galley is ready, and waits us at the Mole, thither we'll immediately; Sister, dare you yet put yourself into the PRINCE's Protection?  Cicilia. 
Yes, but not now; when I am free I will; and as I refused at first, because it was early, so now, 'cause it is forced, and looks like giving upon the Deathbed; and I would be loath to become the PRINCE's Legacy.  Virg. 
I beseech you, let not a nicety interrupt my Joys; but trust me with your protection, till I have made good my vows to your Brother, whose Joys my Affairs have deferred: But when you see him possessed of his Country, then I'll kneel for a Blessing in the fair Cicilia; dare you bid me hope?  Cicilia. 
I promise to do what honour shall warrant me; and when these wounds are healed, I shall not call it weakness that makes me yield to my passion.  Facer. 
This Cloud is blown over by Fate; and now I'll smile and prophesy, through all our wounds and tears, a joyful issue.  Virg. 
We'll for Sicily first, the Viceroy being dead they dare not refuse my Authority; besides, if they do, the Army is mine, and that shall secure Facertes. Madam, what Commands have you to enjoin me, that I may return this favour?  Paul. 
When you appeared a private Man and compassed with dangers you had a power here, which now is turned to duty; and I beg a protection in your company, for the Prince was known to have an Interest here; and to be found dead in my Garden will bring a certain ruin upon me; For that I am Innocent will be no guard, but I shall fall now to expiate my other faults; and I confess, I would fain live now, for I am certain I repent, and shall ever sacrifice to the Prince Virgilius as my good Genius.  Cicilia. 
Sure we shall not deny you a safety, to whom we owe all ours.  Facer. 
No Compliment, but this way through the Garden to the Galley, the wind is somewhat high.  Virg. 
The Clouds are black, we'll keep under the shore, that if need be, we may put in upon the Coast of Calabria.  Facer. 
Not I, as I live.  Virg. 
Let me beg that Olive branch sign of Peace; and witness He refuses to lead his Sister .all, I joy more to be thus bound, than to have conquered Sicily.  [Exeunt omnes.   


ACT. V. SCEN. I.  Enter Cilius solus. Cilius. 
THe Captain has refused to give me the freedom of her I Love, but if the Lieutenant keep his word, I shall make him repent it at as sad a rate as I bear my misery; 'tis not Love, sure, that afflicts my Heart, for I have heard 'em say, That it is a soft and gentle Passion, which strokes and courts the Mind, and his Cilius lies down. service perfect freedom, for Love is both the Famine and the Food, none of these chains afflicts them; I have seen Women and Boys play with this Power: 'Tis the sport of Virgins, and yet their Hearts last Ages; Nay, they can be false too, and yet not lose one Grace, nor one Beauty falls; Even the perjured Lovers wear their quiet Minds and fair Faces still, whilst I pine and wither under these two days' misery. I cannot eat nor sleep since I saw her, and my friends are irksome to me, I love loanness, and hunt Corners, and prize a thought of being her slave, more than a Conquest over the world; Yet I stammer still, and cannot speak sense when my griefs would tell her, the story of what I ail. I have lost my Courage too of late; for, by all our Gods, I start and tremble when I see her; Nay, I am a Dog if I do not weep when I behold her; no Boy at School has his tears readier than I, I could weep like froward Children. This makes me mad, to find myself abandoned by all the Gods, whose ends I cannot guess, nor why they send me this new way to misery.  [Enter Lieut. Lieut. 
How, Sir, upon the ground? up, Sir, the Soldiers are prepared, and expect your presence only to finish the work; The slaves too are loose and privately armed; and when he is once aboard, give but the sign, and be Master both of him and her.— Fie, Sir, what means this dejection? up, for shame.  Cilius. 
See Lieutenant, I am grown the obedientest thing that He helps him up .ever sighed himself away; O Lieutenant, kind old Friend, if we miscarry in this design, I am lost for ever; for I am become the wretched'st thing thy heart can fancy.— Prithee pray.— He leans upon him.  Lieut. 
Bondue, pray? you have found your Man indeed.  Cilius. 
The Angry Gods to send Men and bold wounds, not cowardly thoughts and Women when they will, call Cilius to the Earth again.  Lieut. 
Death! what ail you, Sir?  Cilius. 
Oh Friend! this trouble of my Mind is sent like some new disease to scourge thy Friend, and act what sword and sickness could not do; and my despair will throw me upon some horrid Crime, against which 'tis in vain to oppose or Arms or Virtue; The Tyrant-Boy Lords it o'er my Heart, and now he has wounded me will make me kiss the Dart.  Lieut. 
Oh! is this it you complain of? Let me know Man or boy that dares wrong you; By this hilt, I will send him on a cold Errand.  Cilius. 
Thy threats are vain, for my griefs are a disease I never felt before; The remedy too is hid from Gods and Men, the Maid, the lovely Maid thou gav'st me.  Lieut. 
A pox on her, the Wench, is she the cause? was she not sound, Sir?  Cilius. 
Sound!  Lieut. 
ay, sound, by this hand for all that I know she was; I am a Dog if I touched her; and but for a kiss or two you had her as pure as I found her.  Cilius. 
Peace, Beast.  Lieut. 
By this Light, Sir, I am in earnest, and unless 'twere Crab had a touch,— for nobody else was alone with her, 'tis that old Rogue has spoilt her.  Cilius. 
Villain, Slave.  Lieut. 
Why, in passion, Sir? you are not the first; why this, what a pox, a Clap is no such dishonour to a Soldier.  Cilius. 
Peace, wretch.  Lieut. 
He is modest; a Plague upon her for a dissembling prating Whore: By this hand I would ha' ventured my life she had been sound.  Cilius. 
Dog, dost thou know her whom thou thus profanest? Strike him.  Lieut. 
Know her? mischiefs know her and the whole sex, they are nothing but dissimulation: why do you strike me? you beg of me to be your bawd, and are angry for a mischance, thank yourself; you were never quiet till you had a bout with her.  Cilius. 
He will mistake me still.  Lieut. 
Mistake you? 'Tis you mistake yourself; can I help it if you have a Clap; if you will tell me what you ail, there are ways and easy cures enough for such chances, without the sword; you have but one remedy for all diseases, that damned sword, you think, can cure all.  Cilius. 
Fool, thou hast profaned a Maid with thy base thoughts purer than thy Prayers.  Lieut. 
I understand not your Raptures; if she has given you a touch, I'll help you to a Chirurgeon, and myself to another; if you'll be modest and lick yourself whole you may.  Cilius. 
How natural 'tis for him to apprehend such dangers as he has found. Fool, thou hast mistaken me all this while, and wouldst thou have been silent I had told thee; 'tis her Eyes that have wounded me, and my disease is Love, desperate Love; if I can judge of that strange Passions; for 'tis Love for her that dies for another; hast thou a remedy for such a wound in the Mind?  Lieut. 
Love, is that your disease? I am glad 'tis no worse; by my troth, Sir, if you will starve with meat before you, I will bury you, but I will never pity you; Love and Marriage are the only two mischiefs that belong to the Sex which I have not had, and therefore can only prescribe you Wine and Women for a remedy.  Cilius. 
Prithee no more and if thou lov'st me, let thy kindness excuse my Passion, without making Mirth of my misery.  Lieut. 
Now. cannot I be angry with him though I bleed; Sir, I would fain serve you if I knew how. Can you tell what 'tis your Love would have? what does the blind Child cry for, would he lie with the Wench? by this hand I will fetch her to you once more, if I thought that would cure your disease.  
No more as you are a Soldier, by your Honour no more; your Honesty in other things excuses your Ignorance in this; no more I say. Alone I will find my remedy; and this sword, as I said before, has a Cure for all my miseries; for he that dares die may defy the worst of Fates.  Lieut. 
Faith, Sir, but he that dies for a Woman in Italy is but a small friend to the Sex and Lachrymae, and by my consent should be buried in a featherbed.  [Exeunt.  

ACT. V. SCEN. II.  Enter the Lieutenant, and Soldiers chained. Lieut. 
WHat, are you all resolved?  All. 
Yes, Sir, release us and we'll do it.  Lieut. 
Or must I make an Oration to persuade you to this gear?  All. 
No, Sir, we need no persuasions.  Lieu. 
Methinks you should not, considering I humbly desire you not to be hanged, and shall take it for an obligation, if you will throw away your cold water, and pledge me in Greek wine, and entreat your worships to quit these iron Jewels, and hard benches, for Gold-chains and pretty Wenches.  1 Sould. 
Sir, we hope you do not mean to abuse us, and show us this heaven only in words.  Lieu. 
By this good day I am real, and you shall all be loose and armed; and when he comes aboard, put off speedily, and then discover yourselves; if he resists, kill him, if not, only bind him; by these hilts, I have order to hang you every man, and mine own safety tells me I were best to do it.  All. 
Oh! Lieutenant, noble Lieutenant, you know we have been honest Rogues to you always.  Lieu. 
All but my friend that would cut my throat the other day, because I would not give him my Wench.  2 Sould. 
'Tis true, Lieutenant, I was faulty, and you may leave being a Lion, and take revenge upon a Dog; but you know you spoil a good fellows drinking whenever you hang me; and it may be, you'll not find one to bear my part in your Catches when I am gone; and than you'll wish you had not been so revengeful.  Lieu. 
No, you Rogues, you know I am of a most merciful nature, and that makes you so presumptuous; and to confirm you, I'll have all join hands, and you shall see what a miracle I'll work; so now, circle me about while I conjure up a spirit that shall tell me all your thoughts, and you mine.  Here they make a ring about him and sing a Catch. 

The Catch in three Parts.  All 

I.  
TO Bacchus' bow, to Bacchus sing, with wine and mirth let's conjure him.  
By his Mother's eye  
And his Father's thigh  
By her God brought delight.  
And his too glorious sight,  
By Juno's deceit,  
And they sad retreat  
Appear, appear, appear  
Kind God in Bottles, here.   Bacchus. 

Lo I appear, lo I appear.   All 

II.  
To Bacchus' bow, to Bacchus sing, with wine and mirth let's conjure him.  
By Ariadne's wrongs,  
And the false youth's harms,  
By the rock in his breast.  
That fled from the distressed  
By the tempest in her mind  
Which ceased when thou wert kind.  
By those beauties that he fled,  
And the pleasures of her bed.   All 

Appear, appear, appear  
Kind God in Bottles here.   Bacchus. 

Drink and I will appear.  
Drink deep and I am here.   All 

III.  
To Bacchus' bow, to Bacchus sing,  
'Tis wine and mirth that conjures him.  
By this blood of the Vine,  
Thus poured on thy shrine;  
By this full glass  
To the last kind lass,  
'Twas a girl twice nine  
That clasped like thy Vine.  
By this and that appear, appear, appear  
Kind and kinder God in Bottles here.   Bacchus, All 

Lo I appear, one kind bottle more and I will dwell here.   All 

IV.  
Then thus again we will conjure him  
Because he has propitious been.  
Hence this glass, a poor and single sacrifice,  
A Hecatomb in this bottle dies,  
By the men that thou hast won,  
And the women thou hast undone.  
By the friendships thou hast made,  
And the secrets thou hast betrayed.  
By this cure of our sorrow,  
Thus charmed till tomorrow.  
Appear, appear, appear   All 

Kind God in bottles here.   Bacchus, All 

Lo I appear, lo I am here,  
And there and there;  
Lo, I am everywhere.    1 Sould. 
Is Bacchus a Devil, Lieutenant, that he obeys your charm? I thought he had been a God.  Lieu. 
Faith, that is as he is used, and may be both; But I mean he shall play the Devil now; and therefore each man take into his hand one of these Familiars; and when he has sucked the secret from him, let him release the spirit into the Cellar again.  3 Sould. 
But what secret, Lieutenant?  Lieu. 
Converse with that spirit, and he will instruct thee: whisper to him thus.— Hup, and thou shalt find liberty slip down thy He drinks, they all drink .throat.  1 Sould. 
Hast thou met him yet?  3 Sould. 
Not yet, but I believe he's hard by, for I met his baggage; I could be angry to think he should have so many fine Wenches and we none.  Lieu. 
He's in the right, anger and lust, liberty is hard by, I warrant They all drink again. They throw all the bottles in at a hole upon the Stage, and cry liberty, liberty .it; but she is in the last drop, and have at her; will you take my word hereafter?  1 Sould. 
Yes, but good Lieutenant, call to the devil for one Bottle more, and let it be burnt sack.  Lieu. 
It is too late, yonder comes our chief, The brave Cilius.  Enter Cilius. 2 Sould. 
Chief, Lieutenant? We have no Chief, Lieutenant, but liberty.  Cil. 
How now, Lieutenant, what noise is this?  Lieu. 
We have been consulting, Sir, about this business; ay, and my fellow Soldiers here,— I have ground the Rogues to such an edge they will cut iron; and being persuaded they are free, you may command them like Dogs.  [aside. Cil. 
Haste then to the Galley, I'll stay the Captain and his company till you are aboard; and honest friends when this is done, command your own and my power to serve you.  All. 
Long live Cilius, long live Cilius.  Cil. 
Thanks to all, did the storm last night do no mischief amongst the Galleys?  Lieu. 
I had taken six when I lay down, and it did but rock me.  Cil. 
Pray lose no time, but haste aboard; for I must wait upon the Captain.  [Exit Cilius. Lieu. 
Fear not us; how now, who have we here?  [Ent. Tull. Tull. 
Gentlemen, and my fellow Soldiers, I have an humble suit to you.  All. 
What is't, what is't?  Tull. 
That I may have leave to live.  All. 
Live? why not?  Tull. 
You must ask my Lieutenant that, he knows the reason better than I; for he has a bill of my hand, to be dead tomorrow.  Lieu. 
Thou art a fool, here's nothing but liberty; and he that dares drink shall never die.  Tull. 
Nay, I'll drink, so I may live.  1 Sould. 
Hum! Fellow Tullius, no covenants, no conditions for drinking while you live, drink freely.  Lieu. 
Join hands, and sing aboard, there's liberty.  [Exeunt omnes singing.  

ACT. V. SCEN. III.  Enter Cilius and Sophia, with some of those Romans were taken Prisoners with her. Cil. 
MAdam, be confident, for it shall not be in his power to wrong you, myself will be your guard.  Soph. 
Sir, last night (but that I threatened, not to outlive his injury) he had forced me.  1 Roman. 
We appeared upon her call, and with our cries made him suspect the noise might have given notice to the Soldiers.  Cil. 
Force you? he dares not do it, by our Laws he dies, or any that forces a Virgin after she is in our public Treasury, which you are now; for your price, Madam, if you were sold, is to be divided; 'tis true, if he will marry you, that privilege he has as Captain; he pays our shares, and takes you, but from all those dangers, my life and honour to pawn, I'll secure you.  Soph. 
The gods, Sir, I hope, will reward this goodness, and join with you to protect our Innocence.  2. Roman. 
Will it be long, Sir, ere we go to the Galley?  Cilius. 
No, he is now coming with the rest of the Slaves; I beseech you be not sad, it looks prophetically, and 'tis a kind of ill Omen; The Soldiers are all firm for you, I dare not stay; for to be seen with you might breed Suspicion.— I kiss your hand.  [Exit Cilius 1. Roman. 
Be not dejected, Madam, you see by what strange means your stars have raised you a power among your Enemies. This gallant youth will not be so false as to deceive your trust; and once in Italy Sophia's name is guard enough.  [Enter Capt. and Nig. Capt. 
Sir, had you named yourself, or Country, The famed Nigro had found no Enemies here; for we are all a part of that unfortunate Island, that are thus forced to live by spoil of them that have destroyed us; and I am sad to think of the misfortune of Our Princess, especially this last Accident, wherein the virtuous Cicilia suffered; But for those slaves whose falsehood were the Authors of her Misery, This day the Dogs shall, upon the hook, find a Justice.  Nig. 
Sir, I have no joy now left; for I have seen all my Master's family ruined; and Our Country sold to slavery, yet if we make haste, we may again redeem the unfortunate Cicilia; for being sold at Naples, 'tis not likely they will so suddenly remove her.  Capt. 
We are this morning bound thither, the slave's Mart is held there today.  Soph. 
What do I hear? Nigro named, was not that he my Brother saved in the syracusan battle?  1. Roman. 
Yes, Madam, and that was he that saved the Prince Facertes in that battle where his Father fell.  Soph. 
And the Princess Cicilia was she that Prisoner that the slaves stole? Oh, my Facertes, than thy hopes and mine are sunk.  1. Roman. 
Have patience, Madam, lest you discover who you are; these new griefs of their lost Princess may bring a certain ruin upon us, should they know how near a relation you have to the cause.  Nig. 
I am instructed Sir, what are they that stand bound? They appeared busy before.  Capt. 
Roman Prisoners, slaves for the Mart.  Nig. 
Though their Tyrannies have made them odious; yet when I see them miserable it finds a pity.  [Enter Cilius. Cilius. 
Are you ready, Sir, all stays; The wind is fair too.  Capt. 
Did the storm do no harm, last night? it was very violent for the time.  Cilius. 
Not much, the Galleys were well moored, only the Lion drove.  Capt. 
Come Sir, We have now a double Occasion; and I hope we shall in Naples find our last hope; Cilius, bring off the Slaves, and follow.  [Exeunt Captain and Nigro. Cilius. 
I shall follow, to your pain, Come Madam, now let your prayers strengthen our designs; for where they side, the party cannot lose.  [Exeunt omnes.  

ACT. V. SCEN. IV.  Enter Virgilius, Facertes, Cicilia, Paulina, after the storm. Virg. 
MAdam, the unfriendly winds have forced us to an unfrequented place, and brought new troubles; but I hope your virtue can arm against them.  Cicil. 
I am so used; Sir, to misery, that this is a common chance, and here only the God's war with us.  Facert. 
Pray let me serve you, your charity deserves a greater care than this.  Virgil. 
Madam, the unruliness of the weather made you lose the benefit of last nights sleep; pray repose here while we watch, lest some rude passengers interrupt you.  Cicil. 
I cannot sleep, Sir, I have too many cares, and waking thoughts upon me, Brother; how does our Friend do?  Facert. 
She will not rest neither, she seems to be less able to bear troubles than you; pray give Example, and try to sleep, lest sickness find you, and add a heavy accident to your other misfortunes.  Cicil. 
If the Prince will sleep too, I will try to betray my Lies down, She, and Virgilius kneeling by her. thoughts; for truly I am weary.  Virgil. 
Till you are safe I cannot; but I'll kneel by you; are you not afraid of me? for 'tis my fortune and cross fate that brings you all these troubles; and where I am you cannot be happy; say Divinest, am not I troublesome to you?  Cicil. 
Oh, Sir, do not make me blush, to say you are welcome; for I grieve more, that you are so unfortunate as to have a share in my miseries, then that I was unfortunate; for I have now no wish, but that the Prince Virgilius had no Interest in the cause.  Facert. 
No more of sadness now; but pray try if you can take some rest.  Cicil. 
'Tis not sadness now; there is a Joy in this grief; and when we are happy, 'tis a pleasure to recount our passed miseries.  Virgil. 
What noise is that? The Lieutenant and Soldiers singing the Catch.  Facert. 
It draws nearer.  Virgil. 
Some Bacchanal, by their Song,— whether tends this noise, turn back again, there's no way this way.  Enter singing, first the Soldiers, then the Lieutenant, the Catch of, To Bacchus' bow. 2. Sould. 
Sir, we have seen strange things, and therefore let us go.  Lieu. 
How now, my Friend, who would you speak with?  Virgil. 
With none of you; pray turn, and take another Path.  Lieu. 
Turn, no not we; and I advise you not to stop us, for we have a world of Sack about us, and our way lies this way.  1. Sould. 
Lieutenant, by these hilts, 'tis he that killed our Corporal, he that fought for the Slave at Naples.  Lieu. 
Is it so? Look about, it may be, she is here too.  Facert. 
What do you stare at? He points to Cicilia.  Lieu. 
I look for a thing that troubles you; Oh, there it lies; come fellows, we'll help 'em to carry it.  Virgil. 
Away, be gone, or I'll make thee curse the time thy erring feet strayed this way.  Lieu. 
Draw, Mates, Sir, we dare fight; you shall not brave us He winds a Horn .at home, though you did at Naples.  Virgil. 
Draw, Facertes, these are the same Pirates we charged when thy fair Sister was sold at Naples.  Lieu. 
Yes, yes, these are they, and we will sell your worships there. Lieutenant winds a Horn again.  Facert. 
Lose no time, for that Horn was a Call, and I fear some aid.  [Exeunt Fighting. They all fight, Virgilius wounds the Lieutenant, Facertes kills a Soldier. Enter the Captain, Virgilius charges him, he retires, and Virgilius follows him off the Stage. Enter Cilius and Soldiers, Facertes and he fight. They take Facertes, Cicilia, and Paulina Prisoners. Cicil. 
Though courage be a virtue, and beauteous conquest courted amongst men, yet murder has no share in either; and those that be disarmed cannot be called enemies, nor their death conquest; and if ever you knew what it was to want it, you'll find mercy, and hear me, a kneeling Virgin that never bowed to any (but the Gods) before, and save my Brother.  Cil. 
And save thy Brother?  Cicil. 
If there be any thing that's dear to thee, by that I conjure thee; save him.  Cil. 
Fair one, I have already unfortunately struck against one who now commands my fate; and know, I do not use to war with miseries; or if I could, who durst destroy what your prayers protect? or what desperate fool hope a safety, when your prayers have called down his ruin?— Take his life, unbind him, and bind me, if you cannot forgive; for know, there is one in Beauty, Innocence and misery's so like you, that I glory to serve you; for 'tis a kind of sacrifice to her; for whose dear sake had you interposed those eyes, you had divided us more than seas; and would I were able to say too that she were free as well as safe; and something, it may be, I shall do for that liberty too.  Cicil. 
May your Prayers, your Sword, nor your Love never find a stop, but such as adds glory to the conquest, for being thus good, thus merciful.  Cil. 
Madam, I cannot talk.— Soldiers, carry these to the captain's Quarter, and with your lives protect them from all insolence; let them be apart with the Romans, and stay with them till I come. Your pardon, Madam, I must hence, lest this accident discover a Plot, whose good success may make me capable to serve you; if it miss, it brings a ruin where I must love, and cannot hope return. Sir, you that know so well how to deal wounds, I am certain will forgive them.  Facert. 
Sir, I never hated the person of mine enemy, much less you that have proved a friend.  Cil. 
I dare not stay; your pardon. Be careful of your charge; and do you hear, be speedy, and meet me at the captain's Quarter; my peace dwell for ever here.  [Exit Cilius. Enter Captain wounded, leaning on a Soldier. Capt. 
I am paid, how the slave has notched me!  Sould. 
How do you, Sir?  Capt. 
How do I? why thou seest I am spoiled: a dozen of Surgeons will scarce repair me; how now, what are those?  Sould. 
Prisoners, Sir.  Capt. 
There's some comfort in that, come, bring 'em away, bring 'em away, set half a dozen of Surgeons to work.  Cicil. 
Oh Facertes, I fear the Prince is lost.  [Exeunt omnes.  

ACT. V. SCEN. V.  Enter Virgilius wounded. Virg. 
HA! gone, fool that I was, whither did my rage guide me? I have fought and conquered to my ruin, as rashly and unreasonably as beasts, forgetting the cause for which I fought; they are gone, which way shall I take? Love, either guide me to her rescue, or to my grave.  [Exit Virg. Enter Lieutenant wounded. Lieu. 
I am paid; what a case I am in— The Bottle is whole, He cries hup, and holds his breath .that's some comfort still; I live now by the Spirit of sack, for all my blood's gone.— H'as lamed my drinking hand too: How shall I stop a Pipe? I leak apace, and reel as if I were drunk; how I stumble? dying is a king of being drunk; It grows night by my eyes; I shall faint ere I get to my Quarter. A pox take him that set me abroach, he has quite spoiled my skin, a Tanner will not give a groat for it,— This is the first time that I remember He stumbles and falls .I ever fell when I was sober; if I die alone, I shall be as Melancholy, as a lame man in a ditch, Oh! for a Beer Glass of Sack, or Crab, and a Catch, to prepare for the Melancholy, and a cold grave.  [Enter Tullius wounded. Tull. 
This was my lieutenant's plot, All the world is my Enemy; how they have hacked me, it is a scurvy trade, this fighting it wears out ones clothes, worse than drinking; I will hide me in this Wood till the storm is over; and if I get safe to Naples, Celia and I will live out my few days merrily, and spoil my captain's plot; I Tullius lies down in the Wood. will spend all, and die mine own heir.  Lieu. 
Sure I heard Tullius his voice; who's there?  Tull. 
I am pursued, yet if I can counterfeit dead well, I may live; My fear will betray me; O that I were valiant enough but to lie still; I never found the use of courage till now: Lord, how I shake!  Lieu. 
'Tis his voice; Tullius, Tullius, prithee stay a little.  Tull. 
'Tis my Lieutenant; if he should take this opportunity now, and kill me, and say the Enemy did it, and share with my Captain in all I have; Oh, the misery of Wealth! men can neither be happy with it, nor without it; I dare not look towards him, I'll creep backward, and run away.  Lieu. 
The ill-natured Rogue is gone, and left me; I shall bleed to death before any Friend finds me; Now the Rogue is revenged upon me for the frights I put him in today.  Tull. 
Hum! say you so, bleed to death— His wounds have healed mine— Now do I grow strong, and valiant— Lieutenant He goes to the Lieutenant .how is't?  Lieu. 
Faith, quite spoiled, I fear the Rogues have made lanes quite through me; prithee help me to my Quarter, for I am faint.  Tull. 
Has been something uncivil with your Breeches, I smell it,— How fell you out? did he refuse my captain's health? Tull. smells to him.  Lieu. 
No, no, there was no wine in the business, yet there was a Wench, the other half of man's mischief; but 'tis no time now for to talk, for unless thou helpest me to a Surgeon, thou wilt find me a mortal Lieutenant.— Give me thy hand good Tullius, oh! what Tull. shakes him by the hand, and instead of helping him up lets him fall. hast thou done.  Tull. 
Alas! farewell, noble Lieutenant, We must all die; there is a tall man, and a fair drinker, gone; I will say that for thee.  Lieu. 
Why Tullius, thou wilt not leave me in this misery? I have not fingers enough to stop the holes; get a Surgeon, or I shall die.  Tull. 
'Tis sack, pure sack, and 'tis pity it should leak thus; but Tull. put his finger to the Lieu. side and smells. that I will not hinder our Captain the occasion of being your heir, when you die so conveniently now, just upon his going out.  Lieu. 
A pox o''is fooling, 'tis unseasonable; be but kind to me, and thou shalt be my heir.  Tull. 
How! your heir? By this light, and 'tis well considered, now I think on't; I will be thy heir, or at least a careful steward for my Captain; let me see, this sword has a good guard, this hat and feather how sits it?  Lieu. 
What dost thou mean?  Tull. 
This Buffcoat will not be amiss neither.— He begins to strip him.  Lieu. 
Villain, unhand me.  Tull. 
Nay, nay, you must part.  Lieu. 
Dog.— Kicks him as he lies.  Tull. 
And these Breeches too, and this Doublet, I'll wear them for your sake; nay, no resisting.  Lieu. 
Slave, Villain.  Tull. 
See how impatient you are, come, come, you are going to another world (as you say) quit the thoughts of these transitory things now, and prepare to die finely like a fine gentleman, and a Lieutenant.  Lieu. 
Hell take thee, slave.  Tull. 
'Tis more than ever I got by a Legacy before; by my faith, 'tis a fair Coat; a pox take'em that cut it thus: Now for the Breeches.  Lieu. 
Why, thou wilt not murder me?  Tull. 
No, no, only borrow your Breeches; for look, Sir, what need you such gay things as these now when you are going to lie alone in the dark?  Lieu. 
Oh! misery of miseries!  Tull. 
Ha, ha, this revenge is better than long life.  Lieu. 
O inhuman slave! A noise within.  Tull. 
What noise is that?  Lieu. 
'Tis vengeance, slave; I will make thee curse thyself.  Tull. 
Silence, my small friend, or else I have a Plaster of cold He draws his Dagger .iron, hight a Dagger; By this hilt, I will apply the point to your side, if you breathe one loud syllable more; marry, if you will, curse inwardly; 'twas my own case once, and I forgive it.  Lieu. 
Patience, oh patience.  Tull. 
ay, ay, come when she will, you will have use of her; this noise draws this way, I must pluck him into the wood, and then I'll cut his throat; you had best bethink you of some odd prayer, for it must be so. He pulls him by the heels off the Stage.  Lieu. 
Murder, Villain, Dog.  Tull. 
Come, come along, Sir; why should you grudge to die when I am to be your heir?  Lieu. 
Oh misery, misery of miseries, is there no revenge?  [Exeunt.  

ACT. V. SCEN. VI.  Enter Sophia and Romans. Soph. 
WHence grew this sudden Alarm?  1 Rom. 
I fear, from the discovery of the Plot; if it be so, we are lost for ever.  Enter Captain and Nigro, after them Facertes, Cicilia and Paulina. Capt. 
Lead them in and bind 'em, and some one run for a Surgeon.  Nig. 
What are these, Sir?  Capt. 
I know not; pray heaven they be worth the purchase: We have paid dear for 'em; prithee help me off.  [Exeunt Capt. and Nigro, Soph. 
Facertes! 'tis he, and women in his company; I will not suspect him she that is jealous; sets a cheap rate upon herself; for if he be worthy of such a pain as jealousy, he cannot be so faulty as to deserve it.  Facert. 
I am amazed, 'tis the Princess Sophia.  Cicil. 
Sophia?  Facert. 
What miseries do I see, Madam, to add to mine own afflictions; I never thought I should have lived to see the day wherein I should have grieved to have met the fair Sophia.  Soph. 
Why are you afflicted to meet me now?  Facert. 
Oh! Madam, my love begets my sorrows; for what shall I think? my thoughts are divided, to meet your Highness, where licence sows, and sin reaps; here, where rage fetches her fire, and murder baths his bloody hands; and unsensibly recounts in security the treacherous stabs.  Soph. 
Say this guilt be here, must I be subject to the infection?  Facert. 
I do not think you are guilty, yet my fears tells me, where tired lust retires to pant, such beauties as adore the fair Sophia, must kindle fresh fires.  Soph. 
Why do you wound me thus with your suspicion, and rob me of the joy I had to see you? 'tis not kindly done to add such a pain to my misfortune; had you fallen into the power of our sex, though sold to sin; like these, I could have died sooner than have injured you so as to think you would-out live your honour; and when you are just to me, you will not believe I prize mine so little as to sell it for a ashamed life.  Facert. 
Oh! divinest, pardon my love, whose fears still apprehend the worst.  Cicil. 
Madam, let the impatiency that begets this rudeness excuse it while I profess myself, by all ties, yours; for though, till now, a stranger to you; yet I am one that owes your civil mentions a life, which your mercy lent this unfortunate Brother.  Soph. 
Speak, Facertes, is this the Princess, Cicilia?  Facert. 
This was; but what she is now the Gods only know. They embrace and weep.  Soph. 
Oh! Madam, in love and miseries we are become one; and my whole stock of tears I would waste here, could that wash off my country's crime, or remove the stain.  Cicil. 
I have forgot my part of them; so new and so strange are the favours you and your gallant Brother have loaded us with, that his dangers now are all my fears.  Soph. 
My Brother! where is he? have you seen him?  Cicil. 
Yes, Madam; and I fear he is at this instant hunting, with certain danger, our uncertain safety.  Enter Nigro, Captain, and a Soldier. Capt. 
Ha! the same Prisoners that were stole, and sold at Naples.  Sould. 
Upon my life, Sir, 'tis true.  Nig. 
'Tis, 'tis she, and the Prince Facertes too. Nig. kneels, and they embrace him.  Facert. 
The honoured Nigro?  Cicil. 
Alive? oh ye Gods! This day is full of your hands; and all is like you (wonder.)  Facert. 
Rise, why do you kneel? oh, lay that aged head here; where are we? what strange place is this the Sicilian Deity is run to hide herself in?  Capt. 
Though I do not know thy face; yet to Facertes name, here kneels a subject, and one of those your dead Father called faithful, my name Terresius.  Nig. 
Terresius?  Capt. 
Yes Terresius, Nigro, that with him from the same battle, when you fled with this gallant Prince, bore away the hopeful Lucius; we have run strange fortunes since; but I durst not tell him what he was, lest his fiery nature should have pulled on a certain ruin.  Facert. 
My Brother Lucius living?  Capt. 
Yes, Sir; and that, I hope, will expiate the fault my ignorance this day committed.  Cicil. 
Where is he, Sir?  Capt. 
I left him pursuing the victory, but I'll haste and tell him this news it will stay his rage, which else may pursue his own ruin upon his friends.  Cicil. 
For heaven's sake haste, lest he and the Prince Virgilius meet; for either of their conquests brings my ruin.  Facert. 
Let me accompany you.  Capt. 
I dare not, Sir, for yet the Soldiers know you not; and their mistake of duty to me may bring on a sad consequence.  Nig. 
For heaven's sake lose no time, but haste to prevent this danger.  Capt. 
I'll send an Officer, Sir, to guard you; and then with safety you may come but till then; I beseech you stir not.  [Exit Capt. Soph. 
Pray, Madam, what blessed chance brought my Brother to have the power to serve you.  Facert. 
Defer that story till a fitter time, and haste now to the saving of your Brother.  Cicil. 
Pray lead the way, lest our ceremony hinder our charity.  Soph. 
If you'll give me leave to command, I'll obey; you must not refuse me your hand; oh! that the Gods had made our Countries join thus in peace.  [Exeunt omnes.  

ACT. V. SCEN. VII.  Enter Virgilius solus. Virg. 
THey cannot escape; I have fired their Galley, and mine lies lose, in wait for any that shall come to their aid. Miserable Virgilius! unfortunate that I am, preserved only to a greater loss; this way a Soldier (whose dying words could only guide me) said they took; I'll hunt them to their den but I'll find the monsters.  [Exit.  

ACT. V. SCEN. VIII.  Enter Cilius and a Soldier. Cil. 
THe Galley fired, and the Lieutenant slain; Hell upon him, he has crossed all my designs; Fate thou art Fate still, but whither just or no thus to strike against the intentions of the honest, the Gods be Judge; All my hopes are sunk; that excellent Maid is lost too, and I shall appear guilty and treacherous to her; But if I find the cursed Incendiary, with his hateful Blood I'll quench the flame: Take that path, if you find him, call.  Sould. 
Sir, this is he. As the Soldier goes out, he calls Virgilius.  Virg. 
This, by description, should be him I seek.  Cilius. 
What art thou, that walk'st with such confidence in these forbidden Woods? Know, thou hast kindled a fire nothing but thy Blood shall extinguish.  Virg. 
Unless thou wilt fall too, and make one in that ruin, I counsel thee immediately to deliver (without repetition) those whom thy treacherous odds have ravished hence.  Cilius. 
I will not revile thee, because I mean to fight with thee; Yet I would gladly know whence thou art, that hopest with thy threats to wash off this glorious colour, and shake those fruits that Conquest gave a growth to here.  Virg. 
Rome claims my Birth.  Cilius. 
So it does of him I hate more than the loathed Issues of the Earth.  Virg. 
What art thou, that dar'st avow such a hatred of a Roman to a Roman's face?  Cilius. 
I am of Sicily, the unfortunate subject of your Rage.  Virg. 
So is she I prefer equal with the Gods; yet her interest in the Nation shall not protect thee that art so base as to make spoil of thine own nest.  Cilius. 
You'll find words of no force here, and thou lookest as if thou wouldst not yield upon entreaty.  Virg. 
Nor canst thou conquer me, when I fight in her cause, though thou tak'st the odds of his sword.  Cilius. 
His? he dares not strike, where he sees my sword drawn upon a single opposite.  Virg. 
You will not deliver these Ladies then?  Cilius. 
I'll give thee all my glory first; yet I know thou art the Author of all those miseries that shall succeed; for hadst not thou burnt my Galley, I had decreed their safety, but now thou hast sold them to perpetual slavery.  Virg. 
The guilty never want excuses, but I shall punish both those falsehoods.  Cilius. 
Soldier, upon your life stir not a foot to my rescue, I scorn to live upon Charity.  Virg. 
I'll talk no longer, their freedoms or thy sword; for my vows are writ in Heaven, never to sheathe this sword till I found them or a Grave.  Cilius. 
One of them I'll guide you to, or miss my aim.— Fortune, They fight, and are both wounded. Cilius staggers. hast thou decreed that I shall blush to death? Loose where my Love and country's Genius both strike? If thou be'st a Deity save my Honour.  Virg. 
Will you yield, or try a farther Fate? 
They fight, and in the close Vigilius takes bold of Cilius' sword.  
They struggle upon the ground, a noise within crying follow follow.  
Virgil. and Cilius rise together and part.   Cilius. 
No, Roman, we may be overcome, but we scorn to yield.  Virg. 
Ask thy life, or thou art dead.  Cilius. 
No, when thou canst give it, 'tis not worth asking.  Virg. 
Then 'tis not worth taking.  Cilius. 
What noise is that?  Sould. 
I know not, Sir.  Cilius. 
Draw, and kill any thing that offers to rescue me; for when Cilius cannot stand alone in this cause, let him fall for ever.  Virg. 
I would thou hadst not deserved my sword.  Enter Captain and Nigro. Sould. 
Stand, he that advances a step as Friend or Enemy, till they have done, shall kill or die.  Capt. 
How now, Sirrah? Cilius, if the name of Facertes or Cicilia have a power, you'll cease to be an Enemy there. They go to them.  Nigro. 
Or if the brave Virgilius be satisfied with shedding of Sicilian Blood, he will now spare the lost Lucius, and reconcile himself They part 'em, they gaze upon one another .to that Brother Enemy.  Virg. 
Prince Lucius!  Cilius. 
Virgilius!  Capt. 
Yes, Sir, Virgilius, and there are coming those whose Interest in either will quickly clear this doubt.  Enter Facertes, Cicilia, Sophia, Paulina, and Romans. Facer. 
Sir, by the name of Brother; I conjure you to defer this hate till you have heard us speak.  Sophia. 
And if I have a sister's interest it will disarm Virgilius.  Virg. 
Sister? what strange accident brought thee hither?— Madam, will you pardon that uncivil Joy that passed you to find To Cicilia .a Sister?  Cicilia. 
Yes, Sir, if you'll help me find a friend to Virgilius, and a lost Brother to Cicilia.  Cilius. 
Terresius, unfold this Riddle, amazement yet withholds my sword, and has almost bound my Reason; what means this shuffling of Facertes, Cicilia, Virgilius and Lucius together? Those names, and this dearness, what means it?  Nigro. 
Dare you trust me?  Cilius. 
The honoured Nigro.  Sophia. 
Or me, whose faith you have bought; and give us leave to reconcile this wonder?  Cilius. 
Madam, I am all your slave, and when your hand deals it destruction shall fall on Cilius unresisted.  Sophia. 
Dare you show your breast? 'tis all I beg.  Cilius. 
Yes, fair one, and every thought of it shall to you be visible.  Nigro. 
Here, here, 'tis a thousand witnesses to prove the lost Lucius.  Capt. 
'Tis so, and upon his knees Teresius begs his pardon for keeping this secret so long from you; But now it comes accompanied with many blessings; see here your Brother, the Prince Facertes, and the Excellent Cicilia, whose Loves have been by Fate appointed to restore our Country to her long-lost liberty.  Facer. 
And if Lucius finds a part of this Joy, let him with friendly arms embrace Virgilius, who is now a Brother, and ever a Friend.  Cicilia. 
Dare you from my hand take him?  Cilius. 
That I have been thus long silent, let the wonder you have begot plead for me; And, Sir, that we durst be Enemies should They embrace be no stop to that faith, which confirms we dare be friends.  Virg. 
Sir, your last act assures Virgilius, who cannot believe he is safe till you embrace him; for I know, such an Enemy as Prince Lucius reconciled will prove a conquering friend.  Sophia. 
The Gods make this friendship as lasting as 'tis strange.  Cilius. 
Madam, doth this change bring no hope to Lucius? must he still be the despairing Cilius? dare you not yet tell me who you They embrace again .are?  Sophia. 
Yes, my Name's Sophia.  Cilius. 
Ha, the Princess Sophia?  Facer. 
Yes, Lucius: But why is my Brother sad? does he mourn my Interest there?  Cilius. 
No, Sir, I neither mourn yours there, nor the Excellent Sophia's here; but I am hunting out a way to bear myself like Lucius in this great day; your hand, Madam,— Here Facertes from Fate receive this Jewel, 'tis a Wealth I cannot hope to possess, but by being unworthy of it; and it shall be Lucius his glory to say, To keep his Fame, he gave that away.  Nigro. 
Let no replies defer the Joys that attend this day.  Cilius. 
To the Temple then, while with healing sacrifice Virgilius loads the Altars.  Virg. 
I shall follow, if Lucius will lead the way. Thus blessed, and thus embraced, more a God than they.  
Yet lest we leave our Enemies behind,  
Let's know how these our Judges stand inclined.  [Exeunt omnes.  
FINIS.