THE BROTHERS, A comedy, AS It was Acted at the private House IN BLACK friars.  
WRITTEN By JAMES SHIRLEY.  
Never Printed before.  
LONDON, Printed for Humphrey Robinson at the Three Pigeons, and Humphrey Moseley at the Prince Arms in St. Paul's Churchyard. 1652.   

To his truly Noble Friend THO: STANLEY Esq  
SIR,  
The Memory and Contemplation of good Offices received, which, by their own nature, and impulsion, have inclined other men to be active in their returns, have not wrought me into so much boldness; For when I considered my obligation to your favours I was still deterred by their greatness and number; For in my poverty I had thoughts not without Ambition to reach them with some merit, but when I was studying to proportion my gratitude, I fell much lower than when I was the object of your mercy. The way to relieve myself, is no more to look at what you have conferred, but on the bestower, for I have now learned to separate you from your benefits, and to convey myself into your pardon, by the exercise of your Charity. Thus in place of cancelling my former debts, I put your virtue to a new disbursement: Witness this Composition, which after its birth, had in my thoughts a dedication to your name, although it but now took the boldness to wear it in the forehead both as an Ornament and preserver. You were pleased to grace it with your fair opinion, when it was represented, and though it appear not in that natural Dress of the Scene, nor so powerful, as when it had the soul of action, yet your smile upon it now will give it second animation; by which I shall derive after so long a silence, a Confirmation of my happiness, in being still received  
Sir Your most humble Servant JAMES SHIRLEY.   

THE BROTHERS.  

ACT I.  Enter Francisco, Jacinta, Felisarda. Francisco. 
I Take my leave Jacinta, and cannot wish you  
More happiness than you possess.  Jacin. 
You must  
Dissemble, or it is within your wishes  
To make yourself, Francisco, mine, which would be  
A fair addition to me, in my faith  
Of that most noble love you have professed.  Fran. 
When you but dare to own me, I am past  
The fear of any destiny that can  Enter Don Carlos and Servant 
Divide us— but your Father. Your own virtue  
Be still your guard. I do not like this watch  
Upon our meeting, pretty Felisarda.  Exit Car. 
Tell Signior Francisco I would speak with him  
I do not like his frequent visits: though  
His birth and generous parts deserve to march  
With men of honourable name, I am  
Without ambition to sacrifice  
My daughter to his pension for life.  Enter Francisco Fran. 
Your pleasure sir?  Car. 
Hath hitherto Francisco  
Been to affect you in the list of those  
I held my friends.  Fra. 
I hope no forfeit made  
By me, hath lost that good opinion  
You placed upon me.  Car. 
I cannot tell  
How you may be transported with desires  
Above my thoughts t' allow, I would not have  
My silence, and the free access y' have had  
To my house, (which still is open to wise guests,)  
Betray me, or my Daughter to the mirth  
And talk of men i'th' plaza, My estate  
Doth walk upon sound Feet, and though I make  
No exception to your blood, or person, sir,  
The portion I have fixed upon Jacinta,  
Beside the wealth her liberal Aunt bequeathed her,  
Is more than your thin Younger brother's fortune  
Should lay a siege, or hope to. I am plain.  Fr. 
And something passionate (if I understand you)  
Without a cause. I am a gentleman,  
With as much sense of honour, as the proudest  Don 
that doth ride on's foot cloth, and can drop  
Gold to the numerous minutes of his age  
And let me not be lost for want of that,  
Deserves not to be named to fill the balance  
Against true honour— let me tell you sir,  
Virtue and blood are weighed against themselves,  
You cannot know the price of these, when either  
Scale is not poised with things of the same nature  Car. 
You're very right, and therefore I do weigh  
My daughter's wealth against your fortune's sir,  
I take it they are things in the same specie,  
And find it easy to distinguish, yours  
Can hold small competition, and by  
A consequence that Fathers use t'infer,  
As little hope to equal in affections.  
Sir I must tell you I esteem Jacinta  
Fit every way to meet your Elder Brother,  
Whose Birth will interest him so much in that  
Full fortune which your Father now is Lord of,  
Your expectations may prompt you look  
Without much curiosity for a Bride,  Fran. 
I shall believe thy soul is made of atoms,  
That placeth so much happiness in Dust.  aside 
Sir, I can quit your Jealousy, my thoughts  
Level beneath your Daughter, and shall be  
Happy if you consent I may devote  
My applications to Felisarda, your Niece.  Car. 
Is it my Niece? I ask your pardon.  
Nay then be welcome, and t'encourage you,  
Although her Father a poor Gentleman  
My brother, by the malice of the sea  
And winds, have lost what might have ranked him even  
With some that ride upon their reverend mules,  
I'll find a portion for her, if you strike  
Affectionate hearts, and joy to call you Nephew.  
Pray be not angry, that I take a care  
To place my own, where I may see it answered  
With State, as well as Family.  Fran. 
You show  
A provident Father. I shall not then  
B'endangered to your scruple, if I address  
My services to her, whose humble fortune,  
In the relation to your blood, and nobleness,  
Is wealth enough to me?  Car. 
I wish it prosper.  Fra. 
You have much honoured me.  Exit, Car. 
That scruple's vanished.  
These are considerings, with which Parents must  
Timely prevent the folly, and the fall  
Of Children, apt to lose themselves in shadows  
And gaudy apparitions.  Enter Servant. Ser. 
Your Son  
Is come from Salamanca Sir.  Car. 
I hope  
Philosophy hath by this time tamed his wildness,  
I have been careful not to feed his riots.  
he's welcome; my next study is to choose  
A wise for him,  Servant, 
With him a Gentleman.  
That seems of noble quality.  Enter Luys and Alberto. Luys. 
Your blessing,  
Next which 'twill be a happiness, if you  
Embrace this noble Gentleman Don, Alberto,  
To whose affection I have been engaged.  Alber. 
Our studies grew together, and our loves.  Car. 
You do an honour to us.  Lu. 
If he thrive  
Upon his fair intents fir to my Sister,  
Whose character he has took delight to hear  
From me sometimes, it will enlarge our honour.  Car. 
He has improved in language— his estate?  Lu. 
Six thousand ducats fir per Annum clear  
In his possession, beside  
The legacy of a Granam when she dies  
That has outlived 6. cats within their family.  Car. 
This tastes again of the old humour, he's  
Not settled yet.  Lu. 
Your pardon fir, I cannot  
With any patience think of an old woman,  
They are agues to my nature, she that lives  
To three score is a witch, and fit for fuel  
By the Civil law. I hope my mother's well.  
Sir I beseech you, be not you mistaken,  
I am not what I was, I'm strangely altered  
From the wild garb, and can discourse most gravely  
Of any thing but old and toothless women.  
Do not you think it fit, she should be burned fir,  
That lives within an Hospital till the roof  
Consume to dust, and no more left for covering  
Than is kept up in one continued Cobweb,  
Through which the birds may see her when she creeps  
Under a spider's canopy; what think you?  
Speak your own conscience.  Car. 
A young wife will cure  
This angry heat of blood. You are most welcome,  
Command my house, and if you can affect  
My Daughter, for whose love (as my Son here  
Prepares me) you took this pains, I shall  
Make equal propositions. I knew  
Your Father well, Don Roderigo, who  
Gave up his life with honour 'gainst the moors.  
Once more you're welcome: Son Luys show  
The way to your Sister, and bid her entertain  
Your friend with all the love her modesty,  
And my commands may prompt her to.  Alber. 
You much oblige my services.  Lu. 
Remember Don  
Conditions, if my Sister and you join  
Your copyholds, I have a life must be  
Maintained till the old man die, hang his pension,  
'Twon't keep me in salads. I'll conduct you.  Exe. Alb. & Luys. Car. 
I like his person well, and his calm gesture  
Speaks for his other composition.  
The estate is competent, my Daughter is  
Obedient, which rich Parents call a blessing,  
Whose wisdom is to advance their name, and fortunes.  Enter Don Ramyres 
My Son is all my study now,  
My noble Don Ramyres, you look cheerful.  Ramy. 
'Tis a good omen, I ha' business w'ee  
Such as cannot despair your entertainment;  
You have a Daughter.  Car. 
I would you had one;  
I should be willing to translate a Son,  
And by his marriage be most proud to call  
Your Daughter mine.  Ramy. 
You are next a Prophet, Signior,  
And but the Sexes differ, speak my thoughts;  
'tis harmony on both fides; to be short  
For let our gravities not waste time, and breath  
In our affairs, give the Young leave to court  
And spin out days in amorous circumstance;  
My Son Fernando, I need not call him Heir,  
His birth concludes it, I would commend  
To fair Jacinta: 't can be no dishonour  
To your Family to mix with mine.  Car. 
'tis an addition  
Will add a luster rather to our blood.  Ramy. 
'tis my affection to you Daughter, which confirmed  
By observation of her virtue, makes  
Me wish this tie between 'em; I may safely  
Expect you will assure a portion that  
His Fortunes will deserve, who must enjoy  
What I possess, unless you disaffect  
His person, or decline his education,  
Which hath not spared my coffers to advance him  
In the best form of Gentleman.  Car. 
I want  
Abilities of tongue to answer this  
Your freedom, and the bounty of your nature,  
Towards my Daughter, and so far am from  
Exception to Fernando, there's no cavaliero  
In Spain I wish to thrive so well in her opinion.  Ramy. 
'twill be his encouragement,  
If he entrench upon no others interest,  
I mean not to except, how well he can  
Deserve her nobly from a Rival, if  
Her heart be not contracted, this were to  
engage'em both to loss of Peace, and Honour,  
Perhaps betray a Life.  Car. 
You argue nobly,  
She is yet Mistress of her thoughts, and free,  
While her Obedience doth keep in trust  
Her heart; till I direct it, which shall be  
To love, and choose your Son to live within it.  
Have I said home?  Ramy. 
You have. When they have met  
We may conclude the dowry, and confirm  
Our mutual assurances, till then farewell.  Exit. Car. 
I like this well; Ramyres has  
A fortune for a Grandee. Don Alberto  
Must now excuse me, if my vote prefer  
Fernando, whom my Daughter must accept  
Or forfeit me. The new guest is not warm  
In his access, and sha'not feel with what  
Soft art, and subtle ways, I steer her passion;  
Yet were Alberto's state ten Maravides  
Above Ramires', I should place him first.  
Fame is an empty noise, Virtue a word  
There's not a Jew will lend two Ducat; on.  
He is returned, I must prepare Jacinta.  Exit. Enter Ramyres and Fernando. Fer. 
I hope my past life hath not sir so ill  
Deserved, you should be jealous of my duty  
When you command, although in things of this  
High nature, man being nothing more concerned,  
Next the divine considerations,  
Than in the choice of her that must divide  
The joys and sufferings of his life, a Son  
May modestly insist upon the privilege  
That Love by his great charter hath conferred  
On every heart, not to be forced, yet I  
Freely resign my will, and what men call  
Affection, to that object you present me.  Ramyr. 
Apply yourself then to Don Carlo's daughter  
she's young, fair, rich, and virtuous, and I've had  
Full treaty with her Father, who expects  
Your visit.  Fer. 
Young, fair, rich, and virtuous,  
Four excellencies seldom met in one;  
She cannot sure want servants, that commands  
Under so many titles. I could wish,  
(So much I have ambition to be thought  
Obedient sir,) she were but one of those.  Ramy. 
She is all, and one.  Fer. 
My duty were not less  
If I forgave myself a happiness  
To perfect your commands; sir, I am ready,  
To try my fortune.  Ramy. 
There is no fear of thy repulse, and when  
Thou dost confirm her gained to thy affection,  
My greatest act, and care of life is over.  
Go on and prosper.  Exit Fer. 
He is passionate,  
And like the fury of the winds, more loud  
By opposition; such a providence  
May be mine one day when I am a Father,  
And he for whose advance my cares are meant,  
Like me, may with a fair and formal show  
Disguise his thoughts too, yet I am to blame,  
For my affection to a dream, a thing  
With which my eyes only conversed, to hazard  
A Father's love, and the rich peace it brings;  Enter Francisco. 
I'll uncreate the face I dote upon  
And be myself, or— what? my brother?  
Now Francisco, you met my father?  Fran. 
Yes, and he  
Looks as some news had much exalted him.  
You are not so merry in the face, what Is't?  Ferd. 
Nothing.  Fran. 
You held no controversies with him?  Ferd. 
no.  Fran. 
I cannot guess he was angry by his smiles;  
How did you part?  Ferd. 
exceeding kindly.  Fran. 
What changes your complexion?  Ferd. 
thouart deceived.  
Prithee how do men look that are in love?  Fran. 
Why? as they did before; what alteration  
Have you observed in me?  Ferd. 
You have then a Mistress,  
And thrive upon her favours but thou art  
My brother, I deliver thee a secret,  
I was at St. Sebastian's last Sunday  
At Vespers.  Fran. 
Is it a secret that you went to church?  
You need not blush to tell your ghostly Father.  Ferd. 
I prithee leave thy impertinence; there I saw  
So sweet a face, so harmless, so intent  
Upon her prayers, it frosted my devotion  
To gaze on her, till by degrees I took  
Her fair Idea through my covetous eye,  
Into my heart, and know not how to ease  
It since of the impression.  Fran. 
So, proceed.  Fer. 
Her eye did seem to labour with a tear,  
Which suddenly took birth, but overweighed  
With its own swelling, dropped upon her bosom,  
Which by reflection of her light, appeared  
As nature meant her sorrow for an ornament;  
After her looks grew cheerful, and I saw  
A smile shoot graceful upward from her eyes,  
As if they had gained a victory o'er grief,  
And with it many beams twisted themselves,  
Upon whose golden threads the Angels walk  
To and again from heaven.  Fran. 
I do believe  
By all these metaphors, you are in love;  
I see you have a fancy, but proceed,  
And be not melancholy.  Ferd. 
I have told thee all.  Fran. 
This is indeed a vision; you have  
But seen her all this while, if I may counsel you  
You should proceed, her face is nothing when  
You have perused the rest.  Ferd. 
'tis dangerous.  Fran. 
You must excuse me Brother,  
There can be no hurt in a handsome woman,  
For if her face delight so much, what will  
The enjoying of so sweet a pile of beauty?  Ferd. 
Thou hast infused a confidence, I will  
Embrace this counsel, you shall with me Brother,  
And see how I behave myself, the Lady  
Is not far off.  Fran. 
With all my heart, I'll pawn  
My life you shall enjoy her; what is she  
Of flesh, and blood, that will deny, when she  
Is fairly courted? may I know the name  
Of this loved Mrs? you may clear your thoughts,  
I dare have no design to wrong your love.  Ferd. 
What think you Brother of the fair Jacinta?  Fran. 
Don Carlo's Daughter?  Ferd. 
To that happy coast  
I now am sailing; we lose time, clap on  
More wings thou feathered God; thou hast put fire  
Francisco into my drooping thoughts, and as  
They had already bargained with the wind,  
They are aloft, and chide loves lazy motion.  Fran. 
A word before you fly; but is Jacinta  
Your Mistress then?  Ferd. 
The beautiful Jacinta.  
Dost think I sha'not prosper? what is she  
Of flesh and blood, that can deny, when she  
Is fairly courted? add to this my happiness,  
That she's the Mistress, whom, from all her sex  
My Father hath made choice of for my courtship;  
He hath already treated with Don Carlos,  
And 'twas his last command, I should address  
My present visit to her.  Fran. 
Very well;  
If this be truth, you need not trouble wings  
To overtake this Lady, to my knowledge  
(I'm serious now) she has bestowed her heart  
Upon a friend, who has already fortified  
Himself against the world, that would oppose  
His title to't.  Ferd. 
From what intelligence  
Have you gained this? her Father knows it not.  
Come, these are but subtle pretences scattered  
By some, who cunningly thus hope to make  
Themselves a victory, by cutting off  
More fruitful expectations, this must  
Not disengage me, prithee walk.  Fran. 
I can produce my Author, here, Fernando.  
And with my blood defend that interest  
She gave me, with intent I should preserve it.  Ferd. 
How, is she yours Francisco?  Fran. 
Mine, if hearts  
Have power to make assurance.  Ferd. 
'tis some happiness  
I have no stranger to oppose, whose high  
And stubborn soul would not release this treasure  
But make me force it through his blood. Francisco  
And Fernando are two rillets from one Spring,  
I will not doubt he will resign, to make  
Me fortunate; or should his will be cold  
And some close thoughts suggest I had no privilege  
By Eldest birth, but came a sly Intruder  
Upon his right of love, there is a tie  
Of Nature and Obedience to a Father  
Will make him give this blessing from his bosom,  
And strip his amorous soul of all his wealth  
That may Invest my wishes.  Fran. 
I read not this  
In any of the reverend Casuists;  
No inequality being in our blood  
The law of nature meant we should be equal;  
It was first tyranny, then partial custom,  
Made you more capable of Land. Would you  
Be lord of us, because you are first born,  
And make our souls your tenants too? when I've  
Named you my Elder brother, I exclude  
All servitude; Justice that makes me love you  
Carries an equal law to both;  
Nay I can love you more if I consider you  
(Without the chain of blood) a friend, than all  
The bonds of nature can enforce me to;  
In both relations give me leave to love you  
As much as man, but not resign my Mistress.  
You ascend higher, and persuade by what  
Obedience is owing to a Father,  
They give us life, a good Son keeps it for him,  
And every drop bled in their cause, a glory;  
I can acknowledge this, and sacrifice  
Life, Fortunes, a poor recompense to lose  
(Were they all multiplied) to show my duty;  
But these are things may be resigned, a Mistress  
Is not a wealth in balance with the world,  
But much above the poise of all its happiness,  
And equal with our honour, riveted  
Into our soul, it leaves her not, when death  
Hath shook this body off, but flies with it  
More swift, to love it in the other world.  Ferd. 
You are very passionate.  Fran. 
I am very just,  
And you shall find it brother ere you twine  
With my Jacinta, mine, if vows may give  
Possession of each other's soul.  Ferd. 
No more  
May she be worthy of thy heart, till mine  
Do entertain a treason to divide you;  
But I, to satisfy my Father, must  
Present myself, and trust me, will so manage  
My love to her, as thou shalt have no cause  
To Interpret me a rival O Francisco  
Our loves are of a kindred, for mine is  
Devote to Felisarda, to her x  
Poor Felisarda.  Fran. 
Theodoro's Daughter?  Ferd. 
We never yet changed language, nor doth she  
Imagine with what thoughts I honour her;  
But here is the distraction, thou canst not  
Expect more opposition from Don Carlos,  
Than I must from my Father, if he knew  
Where I have placed my heart.  Fran. 
Let us assist  
Each other then, till time, and some kind stars  
Mature our love.  Ferd. 
Let Fathers look at wealth, 'tis all their Saint:  
Hearts are freeborn, and love knows no constraint.  Exeunt  

ACT II.  Enter Luys and Jacinta. Luis 
HOw do you like Alberto Sister? is he not  
A gallant Gentleman?  Jacin. 
For what good Brother?  
cannot Judge his Intellectuals,  
But we have plenty of more proper men  
In Spain.  Luys 
He is an excellent Scholar,  
He was still Emperor in the Schools, and since  
He studied Logic and Philosophy,  
He was the flower of's time at Salamanca.  Iacin. 
'tis pity he should be gathered then.  Lu 
What be gathered?  Ja 
The flower you talk on.  Lu. 
If you affect him Sister, he may grow,  
And you may keep him still for seed please you.  Ja. 
And sell him out at sowing time to gardeners.  Lu. 
Come, you must love him.  Ja. 
Has he the Black-art?  
I know not how Magic or Philters may  
Prevail, and yet he looks suspiciously.  Lu. 
You think you're witty now, d''ee hear, you must  
Affect him for my sake.  Ja. 
Now you speak reason;  
I may for your sake dote upon him, Brother,  
This is a conjuration may do much.  Lu. 
Well said,  
Thou art my Sister, this good nature shows it.  
And now I'll tell thee, I ha' promised him  
As much as marriage comes too, and I lose  
My honor, if my Don receive the canvas.  
He has a good estate, and I have borrowed  
Considerable moneys of him Sister,  
Pieces of eight, and transitory Ducats.  Ja. 
Which must be paid.  Lu. 
Not if you marry him;  
Conditions have been thought on.  Ja. 
How? conditions?  Lu. 
And some revenue was convenient  
To do things like a Gentleman, I may  
Tell you, my Father is a little costive,  
Purse-bound, his pension cannot find me toothpicks,  
I must live till he die 'tis fit you know;  
Alberto has an Exchequer, which upon  
Thy smiles will still be open.  Ja. 
Very good;  
Than you upon the matter have sold me to him  
To find you spending money?  Lu. 
No, not sold;  
W' are at no certain price; sums have been lent  
In expectation, or so, and may again.  Ja. 
You deserve Brother I should hate you now.  Lu. 
'Tis all one to me, so you love him;  
For my part I desire but my expenses.  Ja. 
What if another man supply your wants  
Upon the same conditions of my love?  Lu. 
I am indifferent, so I have my charges,  
My necessary wine and women paid for,  
Love where you please yourself; I am but one,  
I would not see him want that's all, because  
My Father is not yet resolved about  
His going to heaven.  Ja. 
Well sir, for Don Alberto,  
You shall be his advocate no more, and there's  
A Fee to bribe your silence in his cause.  Lu. 
Why, thank you sister,— will you die a virgin?  Ja. 
Why do you ask?  Lu. 
I would speak for somebody, tell me but whom  
You have a mind to, and I'll plead for him,  
And if he be a Don he will consider it;  
You may give me what you will, besides.  Ja. 
When I  
Resolve, You shall be acquainted.  Lu. 
But d''ee hear,  
Until you do resolve, I would lose no time,  
'Tis good keeping a friend, and a warm client;  
You may look lovingly upon Alberto,  
And let him hope at all adventures, in  
Two months you may be otherwise provided  
And he may hang himself, i'th' mean time  
Some favours now and then to the poor Gentleman  
Will do him good, and me no hurt, besides  
You'll please my Father in't, whose vote is for him,  
And that's a thing material. I am  
To meet with Don Alberto, and some Gentlemen,  
I will preserve his confidence, and tell him  
I ha' talked with thee. Have you any more  
Of this complexion? 'cause I know not what  
Occasions I may have to keep my credit  
With men of mark and honour, where I am going;  
You are my Father's darling, and command  
His yellow Ingots; t'other doubloon D'oro.  Ja. 
So I may bring a rent-charge upon myself.  Lu. 
The t'other drop of orient mercy, come.  Ja. 
You care not what accounts I give my Father.  Lu. 
Thou hast twenty ways to cozen him, wedge it  
Into the next Bill, he wears Spectacles,  
And loves to read— Item for pious uses.  
Can it be less to help a brother? well said.  Ja. 
Let not this feed your riot.  Luys 
By no means.  
I am for no Carthusians today.  Enter Carlos, Fernando, Francisco, and Felisarda. 
Farewell dear Sister— who is that?  Ja. 
My Father  Lu. 
I cannot endure that old man's company.  Exit. Car. 
I am past compliment, and must acknowledge  
Your fair intentions honour us, she is no Goddess  
Of beauty Sir, but let me without pride  
Boast myself blessed, Fernando, in her virtues,  
And that which crowns 'em all obedience.  
Jacinta, Entertain this Gentleman  
With all becoming thoughts of Love, his merit  
(Out of no rash, but mature judgement,) hath  
Prevailed with me, to name him to the first  
And noblest place within your heart.  Ferd. 
Until this hour I never had the confidence  
More than to think of love, and hide a flame  
That almost hath consumed me. You may think  
It worth a smile, and that Ile flourish  
To show my vanity of wit or language,  
But when you understand that I bring hither  
No young affection, but a love took in  
Long since at my ambitious eye, it may  
Beget your gentle thought, or will, to cure me.  Jac. 
Pardon me, if the more you strive to print  
A truth on this short story of your passion,  
The more I find myself inclined to wonder,  
Since you seem to infer, You took in the  
Disease at sight of me, I cannot be  
So ignorant, as not to have received  
Your Name and Character, but never knew  
Before, when you did grace us with a visit,  
And how then at such distance you contracted  
A danger so consuming, is above  
My knowledge, not my pity, if you could  
Direct me to the cure with Virgin honour.  Car. 
So, so, I leave you to the amorous Dialogue,  
Presume you have my voice.  Jac. 
Sir, with your pardon,  
You lead me to a Wilderness, and take  
yourself away, that should be guide; do you  
Engage me to affect this Don Fernando  
In earnest?  Car. 
Yes.  Jac. 
You did direct my love  
To Don Alberto.  Car. 
I dispense with that  
Command; you may by fair degrees, and honour,  
Quit his addresses, and dispose yourself  
Mistress and Bride to Don ramyre's heir.  Felis. 
It does not thus become you sir, to mock  
A Virgin never injured you; he is  
Your elder Brother, I am here beneath  
The level of his thoughts, i'th' nature of  
A servant to my x, and depend  
Upon my Uncle's charity.  Fran. 
May I be  
Cursed in my own affections, if I  
Delude thee, though to achieve our best desires  
We seem to dissemble thus before Don Carlos.  
This is a secret yet to poor Jacinta.  Car. 
You have my will; obey it.  Ja. 
Hath Francisco broken his faith already?  Car. 
May you both joy, where you have placed your loves.  
You apply close Francisco.  Exit Fran. 
With your good favour,  
I fairly hope.  Ford. 
Your Father's gone Jacinta.  Ja. 
I should be  
Equally pleased if you would leave me too.  Felis. 
This is a change.  Ja. 
Unkind Francisco hear me.  Fran. 
'tis my meaning. Brother I ha' prepared  
Your story there with Felisarda; lose  
No time.  Ferd. 
Jacinta, clear your thoughts again,  
And pardon that I took a shape to fright you;  
I shall not grieve to see Francisco prosper,  
And merit all your favours, since my hopes  
Must thrive, or have their Funeral here.  Ja. 
Are we  
So blessed Francisco? thoust a noble Brother.  Ferd. 
I may suppose my Brother, Felisarda,  
Hath made it now no secret, that I love you;  
And since our stars have so contrived, that we  
Have means to assist our mutual ambitions,  
Do not you make their influence unprofitable;  
'tis the first boldness I ere took to visit you,  
Although my eyes have often with delight  
And satisfaction to my heart observed you.  Felis. 
You seem a noble Gentleman, and can take  
But little glory to undo a Maid,  
Whose Fortunes cannot bring you any triumph.  Ferd. 
How mean you fairest?  Felis. 
Not to be flattered Sir  
Into a sin, to cure my poverty;  
For men whose expectations are like yours,  
Come not with honour to court such as I am,  
(Lost to the World for want of portion)  
But with some untamed heat of blood.  Fer. 
I dare  
With conscience of my pure intent, try what  
Rudeness you find upon my lip, 'tis chaste  
As the desires that breath upon my language.  
I began Felisarda to affect thee  
By seeing thee at Prayers, thy virtue winged  
Love's Arrow first, and 'twere a sacrilege  
To choose thee now for sin, that hast a power  
To make this place a Temple by thy Innocence.  
I know thy poverty, and came not to  
Bribe it against thy chastity; if thou  
Vouchsafe thy fair and honest love, it shall  
Adorn my fortunes, which shall stoop to serve it  
In spite of friends or destiny.  Fran. 
My Brother  
Knows my whole Interest in thee, to whom  
My Father's care directed him, but we  
Thus mutually resolve to aid each other.  Ja. 
This must be wisely managed of all sides;  
Parents have narrow eyes.  Fran. 
Our meeting thus  
Will happily secure us from their Jealousy;  
Our Fathers must not know this countermarch.  Enter Carlos. Car. 
Ha; I like not this; Fernando at busy courtship  
With Felisarda, and Francisco so  
Close with my Daughter.  Jac. 
'las we are betrayed.  Felis. 
My Uncle.  Ferd. 
You are her Kinswoman, and of her bosom,  
I prithee in my absence, plead to fair  
Jacinta for me; as an earnest of  
My gratitude, accept this trifle from me.  Car. 
Ha, 'tis a Jewel.  Felis. 
Without this reward  
I should solicit sir your cause, and do  
My duty to Tun Carlos, who desires it.  Ferd. 
I take my leave.  Fran. 
Madam, I shall be proud  
To call you Sister, but you will prepare  
Another happiness if you vouchsafe  
To speak for me to pretty Felisarda,  
She 's bound to hear your counsel and obey it,  
If I may owe this favour to your charity.  Jacin. 
Your goodness will deserve more.  Fran. 
I must follow him.  Exit. Car. 
Do you take notice Felisarda, that  
You live here on the bounty of an Uncle?  
Your Father had but ill news from the Indies.  Felis. 
Sir, as your goodness wants no testimony,  
I shall attend it with all humble services.  Car. 
How durst you in the presence of my Daughter,  
Maintain such whispers with Fernando, ha?  Felis. 
Sir, he was pleased—  Car. 
No more, I here discharge you.  Jacinta, 
I'll provide one to attend you  
With less relation to your blood. I'll hear  
Of no defence, away— out of my doors.  
Go to your Father Signior Teodoro:  
His ships may rise again were sunk by th' Hollander,  
And Fleet from St. Thome, he may prefer you  
To some Rich Don, or who knows but you may,  
Born on the Plumes of his estate, be made  
In time a proud contessa, so adios  
Mui illustre Sennora Felisarda.  Exit. Ja. 
Thus have I heard a tall ship has been wracked  
By some strange gust within the Bay: his passion  
Admits of no dispute. O my poor coz,  
I fear my turn is next to be an exile,  
Thy absence must deprive me of Francisco,  
Who can no more glad his jacinta's eyes,  
With a pretence to visit thee.  Felis. 
'tis not  
My fear to suffer want so much afflicts me,  
As that I must lose you, but he returns.  Enter Carlos with a Letter, and Servant. Car. 
Don Pedro de Fuente Calada coming hither,  
With Don Alberto, and my Son?  Serv. 
Yes sir, the Count desires to see Jacinta  
Whom your Son has so commended, and sent me  
To give you notice.  Car. 
Ha jacinta, retire  
To your closet, and put on your richest Jewels,  
A Count is come to visit you; Felisarda  
There may be some more art used in her dress,  
To take the eyes of greatness.  Iac. 
Sir you speak  
As I were meant for sacrifice, or sale;  
The Count Don Pedro—  Car. 
No reply; be careful,  
And humble in your office Felisarda,  
And you may live, and eat here, till jacinta  
Provide another servant to attend her,  
Which may be three whole days; my anger is  
Not everlasting; bid my Wife come to me.  Enter Alsimira. 
I expect an honourable guest, the Count Don Pedro,  
To see our Daughter, whom I have commanded  
To appear with all her riches to attract him.  Alsi. 
If his Intents be honourable, I have heard  
Don Pedro loves a handsome Donna.  Car. 
He had better cool his hot blood i'the frozen  
Sea, and rise thence a rock of Adamant  
To draw more wonder to the North, than but  
Attempt to wrong her chastity.  Enter Don Pedro, Luys and Alberto. 
This from Don Pedro is an honour binds  
The service of our lives.  Ped. 
Noble Don Carlos.  Alsi. 
If we had been prepared, we should have met  
This grace with more becoming Entertainment.  Ped. 
'tis fair, and equal to my wishes,— she  
Does smell of roasted Garlic; this your Sister?  He kisses Al. Enter Jacinta and Felisarda. Luys 
That is my Mother, here is Jacinta Sir.  Ped. 
She has a tempting shape, I now am pleased.  
I Use to kiss all; hum a pretty thing?  To Phelis. Car. 
I like not his busy eyes on Felisarda.  Alber. 
You will be faithful to me?  Luys 
Who, I faithful? how shall I live else?  Car. 
Son Luys.  Alber. 
Madam.  Ped. 
Will you be pleased admit Don Pedro, by  
The Title of your servant, to presume  
Sometime to wait upon you.  Jacin. 
It were pride  
And saucy ambition sir in me, to think  
You can descend so much from your great birth,  
To own a name, and office so beneath you.  Ped. 
I that before thought women easy trifles,  
And things which nature meant only to quench  
High flames in man, am taken with this Lady.  Luys 
thou hast wronged the fair Jacinta,  
Thy praise was thin, and cold, Spain is not rich  
Enough to boast her equal: and I love her.  Luys 
Oh she will be too proud to know it Sir.  Ped. 
Proud, she must be, whose eyes have such command.  
She has a pretty servant too, Luys,  
I like 'em both.  Luys. 
How, both?  Ped. 
They will do well,  
One for a Wife, the other for a Concubine.  Luys 
It will become your high blood.  Ped. 
Say I kiss  
Her white hand, and present her with these Pearls?  Luys 
Your honour shall command.  Ped. 
Your Daughter has a most magnetic face,  
And I pronounce her happy, your consent  
Confirms her mine.  Car. 
there's nothing in my blood, or fortune, but  
Don Pedro shall command. I was Prophetical?  
Come hither Alsimira, wouldst imagine?  
he's taken with Jacinta, and hath prayed  
Already my consent.  Alis. 
Believe not all  
That great men speak are Oracles, our Daughter—  Car. 
If she be stubborn, uncreates herself,  
Be you wise, and counsel her to this ambition,  
Or thus I lose you all; ha turn away,  
That Fairy she's a Witch, the Count talks with her.  Alb. 
I hope you hold me not Sir less deserving  
Than when you gave me free access to plead  
My service to your Daughter— if that Don—  Car. 
Sir you too much prejudicate my thoughts  
I must give due respects to men of honour,  
Nor is it fit I should impose upon  
The Freedom of jacinta's love.  Alb. 
You're noble.  Car. 
My Lord.  Alb. 
I do not like this Don.  Luys 
thouart of my mind, I do not like him neither,  
And yet the blackbirds in the bush, see what  
present be would give my sister.  Alb. 
Did she refuse it?  Luys 
I never mean she shall, what wrong my friend?  
Yet I'll take all, and let him hang himself;  embraces him: 
If he would send his eyes, I would undertake  
To carry 'em to the Jeweller, they would off,  
For pretty toadstones. Have no fear, my Mother  
Is for you too, you must fee both your Advocates.  Car. 
Jacinta.  Jacin. 
Sir.  Luys 
She takes herself much honoured.  Ped. 
You oblige.  Luys 
Let me alone to carry things.  
Be confident to trust me with your honour,  
If it would pawn for any thing.  [aside] Iac. 
I'm not perfect  
How to neglect Alberto yet, and must I  
Throw off Fernando, but new Entertained  
By your command? the World will censure strangely.  Car. 
The World will praise thy wisdom, & my care;  
Or if some giddy tongues condemn what's good,  
Must we be servile to that fear, and lose  
That which will make us Judges of their folly,  
And damn it with a frown of state? they're fools  
That dote upon those shadows, Idle talk,  
The slime of Earthworms, that doth shine to cozen  
Infants, 'tis fit we raise our thoughts to substances.  Jac. 
Let modesty and nature plead a little,  
If I appear not fond to Entertain him.  
I may collect more strength by time and counsel,  
And for your satisfaction dare profess  
My Lord hath too much graced the low Jacinta  
With a pretence so noble, but I should  
Be held not worth his person, and too light  
At his first breath of courtship to fall from  
My Virgin strength, and give myself his captive.  Car. 
I shall allow that ceremony; the Count  
Makes an address.  Ex Alsi. Felisard. Ped. 
I must use thrift in my delight, my eyes  
Are proud, and must be taught by absence how  
To value such a Mistress. I do miss the chambermaid.  Car. 
It will become me to attend.  Ex. Alber. & Jacin. Ped. 
Your pardon.  
I'll take it for an honour, if your Son  
Be pleased— but to my coach?  Luys. 
Oh my good Lord!  
So much I am your creature, if you knew  
But where to match me, I would be your coach-horse.  Exe. Pedro & Luys. Car. 
So, so, jacinta's stars do smile upon her,  
'Twill be a match, were but my Son as fair  
In expectation of a bride, I'd write  
Nil ultra to my cares, he is to airy  
And volatile, a wife would timely fix him,  
And make him fit to manage my estate.  Enter Luys. 
But he returns, I'll feel his pulse.  Luys, 
thou seest how near jacinta is to happiness.  Luys 
I did some office in't, she may thank me.  
I first inspired his Lordship.  Car. 
Such a providence  
To build thyself a Fortune by some brave  
And noble marriage would become thy study,  
And make thy Father willingly resign  
His breath, with confidence to know thee wise  
To govern what my Industry hath gathered;  
What think'st thou of a wife?  Luys. 
I think little sir.  
What should I do with a Wife?  Car. 
Imitate me, and study fame, and wealth  
To thy posterity. Have I with care  
Acquired such an estate, that must not last  
Two Generations?  Luys. 
The way to make it  
Last, is not to think of Wiving; for my part  
(Sir with your pardon, if I may speak freely)  
I had opinion once I was your Son,  
But fearing by your narrow exhibition  
You loved me not, I had a controversy  
Within my thoughts, whether I should resolve  
To geld myself, or turn a begging Friar.  Car. 
A begging Friar?  Luys 
'tis as I tell you Sir;  
This last I fixed upon, and ha' been studying  
Where I conveniently might raise a sum  
To compass a hair shirt Sir,  
To make trial before I thrust myself  
Point blank into the Order.  Car. 
Thus wild Sons interpret still  
A prudent Father; but you may discharge  
Your Jealousies, unless it be your own  
Devotion to be chaste, and live a recluse.  Luys 
For that I can be ruled; I ha' not lived  
After the rate of hating any women  
But I can hear of Marriage, if it be  
Your pleasure: but these wife's Sir are such tickle  
Things, not one hardly stayed amongst a thousand;  
Beside, unless you find one very rich  
A man may cast a way himself, and get  
A bundle of Beggaries, Mouths, that day and night,  
Are open like Hell Gates, to feed; I would not  
Hazard my Freedom, and the blessings Heaven  
Has lent you Sir, upon a Wife with nothing.  Car. 
Thy pension doubles for that word; in Earnest,  
How much I like this wisdom; take this Purse,  
I will have no account, and find me out  
A wealthy Maid or Widow, but not ugly.  Luys 
No? not ill-favoured Sir, if she be rich?  
A little old or crippled?  Car. 
I won't ha'thee  
Mary a crooked, deformed thing, because  
She may have children—  Luys 
Not, unless she have  
An Infinite wealth to make 'em straight sir;  
I'll marry a witch so she have money sir.  Car. 
No, on no terms a Monster.  Luys 
Then I won't.  
And now it comes into my mind, they talk of  
A young rich Widow, Donna Estifaniar,  
What do you think of her?  Car. 
Thou hast named one  
To my own desires, she lives a Widow still,  
But she has refused many brave Dons.  Luys. 
No matter,  
I like her sir the better.  Car. 
She gives good entertainment.  Luys 
I will have her  
If you but say the word. I wear a charm  
To catch a Widow; but this Purse will hardly  
Last till we finish, I must do things with honour.  Car. 
Thou shalt be furnished like my Son; kneel down  
And ask me blessing, I do long to give it thee.  Luys 
I have your blessing here.  Car. 
I'll find thee out  
Some Jewels to present thy Mistress too.  Luys 
'Twon't be much amiss, the Gold will go  
The farther Sir. I know not how this  Exit Car. 
Came about, unless Don Pedro's coming to  
My Sister ha' made him mad, & wrought this miracle.  
How careful he was I should not marry one  
Deformed, I ha' chose the handsomest things thus far,  
And I marry with a Witch at these years, let the Devil  
Ride my wild Mare to death; and now I  
Consider on't I won't have the Widow,  
For fear o'th' worst, yet I'll to her,  
And make a business on't to keep the old  
Man's Bags in motion; this with some good  
Husbandry, and no play, may last a Fortnight,  
'tis very Gold: yes, it will pay some scores,  
Maintain my Negro, and a brace of Whores.  
Now fiddles do your worst.  Exit.  

ACT III.  Enter Ramyres, Fernando. Ramy. 
How, no success? where lies the opposition?  
Don Carlos equal with myself professed  
His free desires, and to dispose his Daughter  
To meet thee with all loving entertainments.  
What can she argue to thy birth, or person,  
Attended with so plentiful a fortune?  
I must believe thy courtship dull and faulty:  
When I was at thy years and spring of blood  
I wound myself like air among the Ladies,  
Commanding every bosom, and could dwell  
Upon their lips like their own breath, their eyes  
Doubled their Beams on me, and she that was  
Of hardest composition, whom no love  
Could soften, when I came with charm of language,  
Her Frost would straight dissolve, and from her eyes  
Her heart came weeping forth to woo me take it.  Ferd. 
Yet you that did with a Magnetic Chain  
Attract so many, could possess but one;  
I came not to Don Carlos house with cold  
Or lukewarm thoughts, but armed with active fire  
That would have melted any heart but hers,  
Bound up with ribs of treble Ice against me,  
By which I found there is another fate  
That governs love, against whose secret doom  
In vain is eloquence or force.  Ra. 
So Obstinate?  Ferd. 
Nothing that I could say  
In my own cause, could make her tongue or looks  
Promise an expectation to thrive  
By any after service, this disdain  
I did resent, as it became my honour,  
And now confirmed against her pride, have thought  
Of something, that with your consent, may tame  
Her scorn, or punish it to her repentance.  Ra. 
Name it.  Ferd. 
She has a Kinswoman lives with her,  
Felisarda Daughter to Signior Teodore,  
A trade fallen Merchant, Brother to Don Carlos,  
This Felis. that now lives on the charity of her Uncle,  
Half servant, half companion to jacinta,  
And fair, I would pretend to love, observe me sir,  
And in their presence court her as my Mistress;  
methinks I see already how jacinta  
Doth fret and frown.  Ra. 
I like it well.  Ferd. 
To see her x so preferred, it is  
The nature fir of women to be vexed  
When they know any of their servants court  
Another, and that love they thought not worth  
Their own reward, will sting 'em to the soul,  
When t's translated where it meets with love,  
And this will either break her stubborn heart,  
Or humble her.  Ra. 
But what if this pretence,  
By such degrees convey away your heart,  
That when Jacinta comes to sense, you cannot  
Retrieve your passion from the last, or say  
Felisarda should believe you, and give up  
Her heart to your possession, when you  
Are by your first desires invited back,  
What cure for Felisarda's wound, if you  
Affect her not? although I like that part  
Of your revenge, I would not have my Son  
Carry the hated brand of cruelty,  
Or hear Fernando broke a Lady's heart;  
But live upon his clear, and honest truth,  
And if Jacinta have not valued him,  
Find his own estimation in some other  
By fair and noble Courtship; Virtue is  
Above the gaudy shine of Gold; and if  
My Son love where his honour cannot suffer,  
The want of Dower, I can forgive.  Ferd. 
You now, read excellent charity, and like a Father,  
It is the harmony I would hear, I chide  
My fears that did suspect you would prefer  
Wealth in a Bride; there is no beauty, or estate, compared  
To that resulteth from the soul; I dare  
Now ope this narrow Closet, and present  
The name I love above the World, it is  
Sir Felisarda, equal in her blood,  
Within whose virtuous poverty  
More Treasures are contained, than in those veins  
Of earth, which opened by our slaves, do bleed  
Such floods of Gold into the lap of Spain.  
Pardon my long concealment of her name,  
'twas sin against your virtue, and once more  
Speak in that blessed Language, I may hope  
To call this Virgin mine.  Ra. 
How long have you  
Been taken with this female holiness?  Ferd. 
Before Jacinta was propounded, this  
Took firm possession of my faith.  Ra. 
Thou hast discovered thy destruction, foolish Boy.  
Was this your policy to be revenged  
Upon Jacinta, whom my providence  
Elected to preserve our name and family,  
To dote upon a Beggar? thou hast flung  
A fire into my brain; either resolve  
To perfect my commands, and throwing off  
That trifle thou hast praised, prefer Jacinta  
To the best seat within thy heart, and marry her  
Or live a stranger to me, and divested  
Of all those rights; which nature, and thy Birth  
Have flattered thee with hope to find; expect not  
Alive, the stipend of a Groom to feed thee,  
Nor dead, the naked charity of a shroud  
To hide thee from the Worms.  Ferd. 
O sir, call back  
That murdering sentence, it were sin to let  
This passion dwell upon you, nor would Heaven,  
Whose eyes survey our frailty, suffer  
So wild a rage possess you.  Ra 
'tis within thy own obedience to divert it.  Ferd. 
When you have heard what I can say more,  
You will chide your fierce command.  Ra. 
What Riddles this?  Ferd. 
Jacinta is already made another's, and my force  
Upon her vows, can be no less than sacrilege.  Ra. 
This is some new pretence.  Fred 
Sir, not to waste your patience, she hath given  
herself by holy contract to Francisco.  Ra. 
Thy younger Brother?  Ferd. 
This I know will calm  
Your fury, and those eyes that threatened lightning  
With smiles applaud Francisco's fate, and praise  
My disobedience.  Ra. 
Francisco's Mistress?  Ferd. 
His wife confirmed by vows, & change of hearts,  
I had it from themselves, when either strove  
Whose circumstance should credit most their story,  
Her tear or his conclusive groan, to seal  
Their marriage, but both were equal sir,  
What curse had I deserved, that should divorce  
This Innocent pair of lovers?  Ra. 
All this talk  
Which foolish thou interpret'st thy defence,  
Hath but enlarged thy folly, and that act  
Which in Francisco I commend, upbraids  
Thy own degenerate baseness: shall thy brother  
Who carries all his portion in his blood  
Look high, and careful of his honour aim  
At fortunes, and with confidence achieve  
His glorious end, and shall his Elder brother  
Engaged by nearest tie to advance his name,  
Lie beating in the common tract of gulls,  
And sacrifice his birth and expectations  
To a cozening face, and poverty? instead  
Of adding monuments, that to the world  
Should be his living Chronicle, to bury  
His own, and all the antique honours (he  
ne'er sweat for, but were cast into his blood)  
Within a dunghill? thou hast forfeited  
Thy birthright, which Francisco shall inherit,  
Nor shall the loss of my Estate be all  
Thy punishment; hear and believe with horror,  
If thou renounce not her that hath bewitched  
Thy heart, Felisarda, and by such a choice  
I shall affect, redeem this scandal nobly,  
Fernando from this minute I pronounce  
Heir to his Father's curse; be wise or perish.  Exit. Ra. Ferd. 
Why does not all the stock of thunder fall?  Enter Francisco. 
Or the fierce winds from their close Caves, let loose,  
Now shake me into Atoms?  Fran. 
Fie noble Brother, what can so deject  
Your Masculine thoughts? is this done like Fernando!  
Whose resolute soul so late was armed to fight  
With all the miseries of man, and triumph  
With patience of a Martyr? I observed  
My Father late come from you.  Ferd. 
Yes Francisco,  
He hath left his curse upon me.  Fran. 
How?  Ferd. 
His curse, dost comprehend what that word caries  
Shot from a Father's angry breath? unless  
I tear poor Felisarda from my heart,  
He hath pronounced me heir to all his curses.  
Does this fright thee Francisco? thou hast cause  
To dance in soul for this, 'tis only I  
Must lose, and mourn, thou shalt have all, I am  
Degraded from my birth, while he affects  
Thy forward youth, and only calls thee Son,  
Son of his active spirit, and applauds  
Thy progress with Jacinta, in whose smiles  
Thou mayst see all thy wishes waiting for thee,  
Whilst poor Fernando for her sake must stand  
An excommunicate from every blessing,  
A thing that dare not give myself a name,  
But flung into the World's necessities,  
Until in time with wonder of my wants  
I turn a ragged statue, on whose forehead  
Each clown may carve his motto.  Fran. 
Will it call  
His blessing back if you can quit your love  
To Felisarda? she is now a stranger  
To her Uncle's house, I met one of his servants  
Who told me on some Jealous apprehension,  
Don Carlos had discharged and banished her.  Ferd. 
He could not be so barbarous.  Fran. 
You know her Father's Poverty.  Ferd. 
And her Wealth of Virtue.  Fran. 
It is worth your Counsel,  
To examine what you may preserve, if wisely  
You could persuade your heart to love some neither—  Ferd. 
What was't Francisco said?  Fran. 
Whose equal Birth,  
And Virtues, may invite a noble change.  Ferd. 
Do not you love Jacinta?  Fran. 
Most religiously.  Ferd. 
If you can but contrive your hearts at distance  
And in contempt of honour, and your faith  
Sacred to Heaven, and love, disclaim your Mistress,  
I may be happy yet, what say? I know  
Jacinta's Wise, and when she understands  
How much it will advance, her charity—  Fra. 
Our case is not the same with yours good brother  
we have been long acquainted, to contract  
Affections, if I understand, your loves  
Are young, and had no time for growth.  Ferd. 
Do not wound me.  
'tis false, by Love itself thou hast deserved  
'I should forget thee now; dost thou consider  
Love, (that doth make all harmony in our soul,  
And seated in that noblest place of life,  
The heart) with things that are the slaves of time,  
And that like common seeds, thrown into Earth,  
It must have leisure to corrupt, and after  
Much expectation, rise to name and vigour.  
Love is not like the child that grows, and gets  
By slow degrees perfection, but created  
Like the first man, at full strength the first minute,  
It makes a noble choice, and gains from time  
To be called only constant, not increased.  
Preserve thy own affections, and think mine  
Noble as they, I shall suspect thy love  
To me else; prithee leave me.  Fran. 
I'll obey,  
And study how to serve you.  Exit. Enter Felisarda. Ferd. 
Ha, 'tis Felisarda.  Felis. 
Turned out like one that had been false, where shall  
Poor Felisarda wander? were it not  
To ask a Father's blessing, I would visit  
Some Wilderness, e'er thus present myself  
His burden and his sorrow.  Enter Pedro. Ped. 
Had you no relation to Jacinta pretty one?  Felis. 
I was her servant.  Ped. 
Come, you shall be my Mistress; they have used  
Thee scurvily, I will provide thee a lodging.  Felis. 
I shall not use your bounty sir for that.  Ped. 
Thou art a handsome Dona, here's a Pistolet,  
Meet me i'th' evening, wot?  Felis. 
Where, and for what?  Ped. 
The where, at thy own choice, the what, thy honour.  Felis. 
You are not noble.  Ped. 
Don Pedro will Embrace thy buxom body.  Ferd. 
You must unhand this Virgin.  Felis. 
For goodness Sir,  
Add not your anger to my sufferings.  
Unhappy Felisarda.  Ped. 
Is she a friend of yours Signior?  Ferd. 
She is not for your sinful knowledge Don.  Ped. 
Baser los manos, adios Signiora. Diabolo!  
My blood is high and hot, unless I marry timely,  
I must seek out a Female Julip.  Exit. Felis. 
Don Carlo's fear of you was my first error,  
But I accept my banishment, and shall  
Humble myself to my poor Father's Fortune;  
You will be sir dishonoured to be seen  
Which such a walking mystery.  Ferd. 
Thy Uncle  
Hath played the Tyrant with thee, but lose not  
Thy virtuous courage; how our stories meet  
And challenge kindred in affliction!  
Oh Felisarda! I do suffer too,  
And for thy sake, thou shalt know more; till I  
Salute thee at thy Father's house, preserve  
Good thoughts of thy Fernando, and accept  
This little Gold, no bribe against thy honour.  Felis. 
My best return must be, my Prayers.  Exit. Ferd. 
Farewell.  
'tis not impossible my Father may  
Retract his cruelty, and by time, and some  
Discreet ways yet be wrought to like, what now  
His passion won't let him see, her virtue.  
How many Seas are met to wrestle here?  Exit. Enter Jacinta and Alberto. Iac. 
I love you sir so well, that I could wish  
You were a Witch;  Alb. 
A Witch, your reason Lady?  Ja. 
Then 'twere within the circle of your art  
By some device to rid me of Don Pedro,  
Or if you could by any spell but get  
My Father disaffect him—  Alber. 
A Witch? that's a way about, I were best cut his  
Throat a little.  Jac. 
You're much beholding to my Brother sir,  
He still commends you; such an Advocate  
Deserves his fee.  Alb. 
Unless my cause succeed  
He has been feed too much; your Brother, Lady,  
Preserves a noble friendship; if I were sure  
You would be mine Jacinta, I could tarry  
Till your Father die  Iac. 
But how can you procure  
Don Pedro to have patience so long,  
Whom my Father pleads for and prefers?  Alber. 
There, there's the mischief, I must poison him;  
One Fig sends him to Erebus, 'tis in  
Your power and wit to spin out time, I may  
Invent a means for his conveyance. Ha!  Enter Carlos, Estefania, Luys. Ia. 
The Lady Estefania.  Car. 
Welcome again,  
This is an honour to us, where's jacinta?  
Salute this noble Lady. Ha, Luys,  
Hast thou prevailed already?  Luys 
I'm i'th' way you see,  
She has not been observed they say to walk  
So freely with some men that boast more favour.  Enter Pedro. Ped. 
What makes the Lady Estefania here?  
I like not their converse, this day is ominous.  Exit. Car. 
Was't not the Count Don Pedro that retired?  
What object here displeased him?  Alber. 
Ha, ha, didst see the Don?  Car. 
Preserve your mirth— I must be satisfied.  Exit. Luys 
I'll lay a thousand Ducats that my costive  
Don has been tampering with my Widow, I  
Observed (when I by chance let fall discourse)  
How much he was an amorous servant to  
jacinta, she changed her colour and did make  
Such business how my Sister did affect him,  
That I may guess, though I make use on't otherwise  
To the old man, to keep the pulses of  
His Purse in play, she came to examine chiefly  
How matters here proceeded; well, if she love him—  Alber. 
she is thy Mistress.  Luys 
My Mistress? yes, but any man shall marry her.  Alb. 
How?  Luys. 
She is a Widow, Don, consider that,  
Has buried one was thought a Hercules,  
Two cubits taller, and a man that cut  
Three Inches deeper in the say, than I, consider that too,  
She may be cock a twenty, nay for aught  
I know she is Immortal.  Alb. 
What dost with her?  Luys 
Faith nothing yet,  
And have but little hope, I think she's honest.  Alb. 
does she love thee?  Luys 
At her own peril, weare not come to articles;  
There is no wit in wiving, give me a whore;  
But that I owe thee money, thou shouldst never  
Marry my Sister neither?  Alb. 
Not Jacinta?  Luys 
No, nor any other simpering piece of honesty,  
If I might counsel thee, while any wench  
Were extant, and the stews inhabited;  
Is't fit, a Freeborn Gentleman should be chained  
Tenant for life to one? Hang marriage shackles,  
tie the Town Bulls toth' stake, we must have concubines.  Jac. 
Don Pedro was too blame, and trust me Madam  
He shall find nothing here t' advance his triumph.  Estef. 
You are Virtuous Jacinta; I presumed  
When I should land my sufferings on your knowledge,  
You would excuse my unexpected visit.  Jac. 
My Brother has been Just in the relation  
How he pursues my love, but I shall be  
Happy to serve your Justice, and must tell  
The noble Estefania, my heart,  
By all that love can teach to bind a faith,  
Is placed where it shall never injure what  
Your mutual vows contracted; I smile not  
With mine own eyes upon him, 'tis my Father's  
Severe command to love him, but this story  
Cleared to my Father would secure us both.  Estef. 
If any faith or service in me can  
Deserve this goodness, cheerfully employ it.  Jac. 
I will be confident to use your Virtue.  Enter Carlos. Estef. 
I will refuse no office.  Jac. 
My Father comes most aptly.  Alb. 
Ha, ha, ha, have pity on my spleen,  
I shall crack a rib else, ha, ha, ha.  Car. 
You are very merry, Don Alberto; Son,  
You may be of the counsel too, this house  
Is mine I take it, I advise you would  
Frequent it less.  Alb. 
How Sir?  Car. 
I do not like your visits,  
And to remove the cause, my Daughter is  
Already sir disposed, to one above  
Your birth and fortune, so fare-you-well.  
You understand, now laugh and pick your teeth.  
Daughter—  Alb. 
Did you hear this Luys?  Luys 
ay, the old man raves.  Alber. 
Must not frequent his house.  Luys 
Would 'twere in a flame, so his money and I  
Were out on't.  Alb. 
But thy Sister—  Luys 
Would be refined i'th' fire, let her burn too.  Alb. 
My friend, if I have not Jacinta,  
There are certain sums of money—  Luys 
I am not of your mind Don, the sums are most uncertain.  
Come, you did laugh too loud, my Father is  
A Stoic, but despair not; go to your lodging,  
I'll see thee anon, and either bring thee money  
Or else some reasons why I do not bring it,  
We won't go to Law, I'll pawn the widow  
Rather than thou shalt want; go say thy prayers,  
And show thy teeth no more, till I come to thee.  
Now the business here?  Exit Alber. Car. 
we have agreed Jacinta,  
And he tomorrow privately  
Will at the Church expect thee; 'tis an age  
Till I salute the Bride to this great Don,  
Whose thoughts are winged t' enjoy thee, and resolve  
No more delay, prepare to meet this Honour.  Luys 
Tomorrow? this must be crossed.  Car. 
My next ambition Madam will be perfect  
To call you by some nearer name; my Son—  Est. 
Is a most noble Gentleman, I know not  
Where lives so clear a merit.  Luys. 
Oh sweet Madam.  Car. 
Jacinta.  Luys 
I have a suit to you.  Est. 
To me?  Luys 
Only that you would not dote too much upon me,  
A gentle easy sober pace in love  
Goes far, and is much better than a gallop; if you please  
We may hold one another in hand, and love  
This seven years, without sealing and delivering.  Est. 
With all my heart.  Luys 
You'll do me a pleasure Madam.  Est. 
You instruct well.  Luys 
This Courtship is not common.  Est. 
I confess it.  Car. 
Son Luys.  Luys 
Sir.  Car. 
Let her not cool.  Luys 
And she do,  
I know the way to heat her again.  Est. 
I will not yet reveal my abuse jacinta,  
And if you please to favour a design,  
I have a plot may serve to both our happiness.  Jac. 
I'll obey.  
There is a trembling in my heart.  Car. 
You must not leave us yet Madam.  Est. 
You may command me.  Luys 
My Don so rampart, there's something in this pannier  
Shall spoil your match to morrow; Don Alberto,  
When I disclose, shall worship me: be drunk,  
Cancel arrears, and beg to lend more money.  Exe:  

ACT IV.  Enter Ramyres, Francisce & Notary. Ra. 
'Tis most exactly done, and firm.  Notar. 
I could,  
Omitting or inserting but a word, or particle,  
Trouble the whole conveyance,  
And make work for the law till doomsday: but—  Fran. 
Is't possible?  Notar 
You do not know the quirks of a Scrivano,  
A dash undoes a Family, a point,  
An artificial accent i'th' wrong place,  
Shall poison an Estate, translate your Land  
In Spain now into either of both Indies,  
In less time than our Galleons of Plate  
Are sailing hither; but you are my friend,  
And noble benefactor.  Ramy. 
there's more for your reward.  Notar. 
I humbly thank you Signior. Su Criado.  Fran. 
Farewell.  Notar. 
Su Servidor.  Exit. Ramy. 
This deed makes thee my Heir Francisce, and  
Will like a powerful spell upon Don Carlos,  
Whose soul is superstitious upon Wealth,  
Win his consent to make jacinta thine.  Fran. 
Sir, I cannot say my duty shall deserve it  
Since nature, and religion, without all  
This bounty challenges my best obedience.  Enter Fernando. Ramy 
Away, thy sight  
Is my disease.  Fer. 
Your blessing sir I kneel for.  Ramy. 
What Impudence is this? wilt thou subscribe  
To take off mine, thy curse on Felisarda?  
For I do hate her heartily; disclaim  
All promise, contract, or converse for ever,  
I'm else inexorable.  Fer. 
Sir.  Ramy. 
His eyes shoot poison at me, ha? he has  
Bewitched me sure, what coldness thus invades me?  
there's something creeping to my heart. Franscisco? ha?  
Possess this gift of thy Inheritance;  
Convey me to my chamber, oh— Fernando,  
If thou dost hope I should take off my curse,  
Do not approach my sight, unless I send for thee.  Fran. 
Forbear good Brother; Diego, Roderigo,  
Your hands t' assist my Father, one go for his  
Physician.  Enter two Servants. Fer 
This turn is fatal, and affrights me, but  
Heaven has more charity than to let him die  
With such a hard heart, 'twere a sin, next his  
Want of compassion, to suspect he can  
Take his Eternal flight and leave Fernando  
This desperate Legacy, he will change  
The curse into some little prayer I hope,  
And then—  Enter Servant and Physician. Serv. 
Make haste I beseech you Doctor.  Phys. 
Noble Fernando.  Fer. 
As you would have men think your art is meant  
Not to abuse mankind, employ it all  
To cure my poor sick Father.  Phis. 
Fear it not sir.  Ex. Phys. Serv. Fer. 
But there is more than your thin skill required  
To state a health, your Recipes perplexed  
With tough names, are but mockeries, and noise,  
Without some dew from Heaven, to mix and make 'em  Enter Servant. 
Thrive, in the application: what now?  Ser. 
Oh sir, I am sent for the Confessor,  
The Doctor fears him much, your Brother says  
You must have patience, and not Enter Sir;  
Your Father is a going, good old man,  
And having made him Heir, is loath your presence  
Should interrupt his Journey.  Exit. Fer. 
Francisco may be honest, yet methinks  
It would become his love to interpose  
For my access, at such a needful hour,  
And mediate for my blessing, not assist  
Unkindly thus my banishment. I'll not  
Be lost so tamely, shall my Father die  
And not Fernando take his leave— I dare not.  
If thou dost hope I should take off this curse,  
Do not approach until I send— 'twas so,  
And 'tis a law that binds above my blood.  Enter Confessor and Servant. 
Make hast good Father, and if heaven deny  
Him life, let not his charity die too.  
One curse may sink us both, say how I kneel  
And beg he would bequeath me but his blessing;  
Then though Francisco be his Heir, I shall  
Live happy, and take comfort in my tears,  
When I remember him so kind a Father.  Confes. 
It is my duty.  Exit. Fer. 
Do your holy office.  
Those fond Philosophers that magnify  
Our human nature, and did boast we had  
Such a prerogative in our rational soul,  
Conversed but little with the World, confined  
To cells, and unfrequented woods, they knew not  
The fierce vexation of community,  
Else they had taught, our reason is our loss,  
And but a privilege that exceedeth sense,  
By nearer apprehension, of what wounds,  
To know ourselves most miserable. My heart  Enter Physician and Francisco. 
Is teeming with new fears— Ha, is he dead?  Phy. 
Not dead, but in a desperate condition,  
And so that little breath remains we have  
Remitted to his Confessor, whose Office  
Is all that's left.  Fran. 
Is there no hope of life then?  Phys. 
None.  Fer. 
Is he not merciful to Fernando yet? no talk of me  Phys. 
I find he takes no pleasure  
To hear you named: Francisco to us all  
He did confirm his Heir, with many blessings.  Fer. 
And not one left for me? oh take me in  
Thou gentle Earth, and let me creep through all  
Thy dark and hollow crannies, till I find  
Another way to come into the World,  
For all the Air I breathe in here is poisoned.  Fran 
we must have patience Brother, it was no  
Ambitious thought of mine to supplant you;  
He may live yet, and you be reconciled.  Fer. 
That was some kindness yet Francisco; but  
I charge thee by the nearness of our blood,  
When I am made this mockery, and wonder,  
I know not where to find out charity,  
If unawares a chance direct my weary  
And withered Feet to some fair House of thine,  
Where plenty with full blessings crowns thy table,  
If my thin face betray my want of food,  
Do not despise me, cause 'I was thy Brother.  Inter Confessor. Fran. 
Leave these imagined horrors, I must not  
Live when my Brother is thus miserable.  Fer. 
there's something in that face looks comfortably.  Confes. 
Your Father sir is dead, his will to make  
Francisco the sole Master of his Fortunes  
Is now irrevocable, a small Pension  
He hath given you for life, which with his blessing  
Is all the benefit I bring.  Fer. 
Ha, blessing; speak it again good Father.  Confes. 
I did apply some lenitives to soften  
His anger, and prevailed; your Father hath  
Reversed that heavy censure of his curse,  
And in the place bequeathed his prayer and blessing.  Fer. 
I am new created by his charity.  Confes. 
Some ceremonies are behind, he did  
Desire to be interred within our Covent,  
And left his Sepulture to me, I am confident  
Your pieties will give me leave—  Fran. 
His will in all things I obey, and yours  
Most reverend Father; order as you please  
His Body; we may after celebrate  
With all due obsequies his Funeral.  Fer. 
Why you alone obey? I am your Brother:  
My Father's Eldest Son, though not his Heir.  Fran. 
It pleased my Father sir to think me worthy  
Of such a title, you shall find me kind,  
If you can look on matters without Envy.  Fer. 
If I can look on matters without Envy?  Fran. 
You may live here still.  Per. 
I may live here Francisco?  Enter a Gentleman with a letter 
Conditions? I would not understand  
This Dialect.  Fran. 
With me, from Madam Estefania?  Gent. 
If you be Signior Francisco.  Fer. 
slighted? I find my Father was not dead till now.  
Crowd not you Jealous thoughts so thick into  
My Brain, lest you do tempt me to an Act  
Will forfeit all again.  Fran. 
This is jacinta's character [Reads]— Fail not to meet  
As you timely will prevent the danger of my rape.  
My soul! Estefania can instruct you all particulars—  
My service to your Lady, say I shall obey her commands.  Exit Gent. Fer. 
Is that an Inventory you peruse?  Fran. 
Fernando you must pardon me, there's something  
Of Essence to my life, exacts my care,  
And person, I must leave you, we may seasonably  
Confer of things at my return. Jacinta. Exit.  Fer. 
'tis clear I am neglected, he did name  
Jacinta too, in triumph, and is gone,  
Big with his glories to divide 'em there,  
And laugh at what my constant love hath made me.  
My heart is in a storm, and day grows black,  
there's not a star in Heaven will lend a beam  
To light me to my ruin. Felisarda!  
That name is both my haven, and my shipwreck. Exit.  Enter Alberto and Luys. Alb. 
Excellent.  Luys 
You'll give me now a general release  
For all the sums I owe you?  Alb. 
Thou hast blessed me.  Luys. 
I was born to do you good; about it presently  
Now you know where to ambush, away I say  
And get comrades: Jacinta and my Mother  
Is all the carriage, you may know the coach  
By the old woman's cough ere it come near you.  
She has a desperate malice to one tooth left  
Still in her gums, till she has shook that out;  
You won't need a warning piece, farewell.  Alb. 
Farewell, why what's the matter? you sha'not leave me;  
Thy Mother won't know thee in a Wizard.  Luys. 
You must excuse me friend, I would Join w'ee  
I'th' 'surprise, but that—  Alb. 
What I prithee?  Luys. 
I have extraordinary business, that concerns me  
As near as life.  Alb. 
May not I know't? thou art going  
To the Widow now, thy Mistress.  Lu. 
'tis a business of more consequence;  
Dost think I would leave thee, and there were not  
Such a necessity?  Alb. 
For what?  Luys. 
And there were no more Sisters in the World,  
You must excuse me.  Alb. 
Nay, nay, we must not part, unless I know  
This mystery, some reason why you leave me.  Luys. 
If you will needs know, there's a wench stays for me,  
The toy I told thee on; farewell Alberto.  Alb. 
But will you leave such business and a friend?  Luys. 
Business? art thou a Gentleman & wouldst have  
Me leave a Lady I ha' not seen this three year  
For business or a friend?  
I must to her; if I had a heart  
Ten Tun of Iron,  
This Female Adamant would draw it to her,  
I feel it going; I do tell thee Don,  
There is no business so material  
In nature as a wench, and if thou art my friend  
Thou wouldst leave my Sister now in such a cause  
And bear me company, I must be drunk,  
And she must pick my pocket too, that is  
Another secret when we meet together  
That never fails.  Alb. 
Why art thou desperate?  
Dost not thou fear thy body?  Luys 
A wench is Physic  
My body has been used too, leave thy prating,  
And let me take my course.  Alb. 
And you be so resolute—  Luys 
I must give you one advice before you go;  
When my Sister's in thy custody, observe  
The time and place, and things convenient,  
And stand not fooling about ceremonies  
But put her to't.  Alb. 
Thou wouldst not have me ravish her?  Luys. 
Yes but I would,  
she's no Sister of mine if she cry out  
For such a business, she has more wit.  Alb. 
Was ever such a madcap.  Luys 
I'll not pray for thee.  Alb. 
I sha'not prosper if thou dost.  Luys 
Thy hand, I'll drink thy health, & hang thyself.  
Farewell.  Exeunt. Enter jacinta and Estefania. Iac. 
You tell me wonders Madam, Don Ramyres  
Dead, his Son Fernando disinherited,  
And young Francisco made his heir?  Fstef. 
I took  
Francisco's word.  Jac. 
'tis strange.  Estef. 
Your stars smile on you.  Iac. 
Yet I much pity the poor Gentleman.  Est. 
Busy your thought about your own, Francisco—  Ia. 
Hath promised not to fail?  Est. 
He waits where he can easily observe  
How soon the coast is clear to visit you.  Ja. 
So, so, thus hooded  
The day cannot distinguish our two faces,  
And for your voice, you know how to disguise it  
By imitation of my cold and hoarseness,  
And when you come to Church—  Este. 
Let me alone, there I'll produce the Contract,  
Which will surprise Don Pedro, and your Father,  
To see me challenge him, I ha' prepared the Priest too,  
Whose holy Eloquence may assist, however  
This will give you opportunity to perfect  
Your wishes with your servant, put the rest  
To fate Jacinta.  Jac. 
I hear some approach, retire into my Closet.—  Enter Carlos and Pedro. Car. 
Jacinta. Jac. Sir.  Car. 
Not thy voice recovered?  Ja. 
A violent cold—  Car. 
Count Pedro must salute you ere we go.  Pedro. 
Impute it to devotion, that I make  
Such haste to be within thy arms,  
One kiss and I shall carry with me  
Another soul, and count with Joy the minutes  
I am to expect this happiness.  Car. 
Jacinta you follow with your Mother in the Coach;  
My Lord I wait you. Ped there's Heaven upon her lip.  Iac. 
He has kissed, and took his leave I hope.  Enter Estefania. 
I must owe all my happiness to you sweet Madam,  
I had been lost without your art to help me.  Este 
Love won't leave his votaries.  Cough within. Exit. Iac. 
I hear my Mother's cough, I ha' finished  
And you must act your part:  Enter Alsimira. Als. 
Come are you ready Daughter? the Coach stays.  Esty. 
I attend  Alsi. 
Don Pedro will cure your cold before the morning.  Enter Francisco and takes away jacinta. Enter Teodore and Felisarda. Teo. 
What duty Felisarda shall we pay  
To Heaven for this last care of us?  
Let not thy eyes,  
Although thy grief become 'em, be in love  
With tears, I Prophesy a joy shall weigh  
Down all our sufferings, I see comfort break  
Like day, whose forehead cheers the world; if Don  
Fernando love thee, he is a Gentleman,  
Confirmed in all that's honourable, and cannot  
Forget whom his own virtue hath made choice  
To shine upon.  Felis. 
Unless my Innocence,  
Apt to believe a flattering tongue, see not  
The Serpent couch, and hide his speckled breast  
Among the flowers; but it were sin to think  
He can dissemble, Father, and I know not,  
Since I was first the object of his charity,  
I find a pious gratitude disperse  
Within my soul, and every thought of him  
Engenders a warm sigh within me, which  
Like curls of holy Incense overtake  
Each other in my bosom, and enlarge  
With their Embrace his sweet remembrance.  Teo. 
Cherish  
Those thoughts, and where such noble worth invites,  
Be bold to call it love.  Felis. 
It is too much  
Ambition to hope he should be just  
To me, or keep his honour, when I look on  
The pale complexion of my wants; and yet  
Unless he loves me dearly, I am lost,  
And if he have but mocked me into faith,  
He might as well have murdered me, for I  
Shall have no heart to live, if his neglect  
Deface what my affection printed there.  Teo. 
There is no fear of his revolt, lose not  
His character. I must attend some business.  
If Don Fernando visit thee, preserve  
His fair opinion, and thou mayst live  
Above thy Uncle's pity.  Felis. 
Will you leave me?  Teo. 
My stay shall not be long; the Garden will  
With smiling flowers encourage thee to walk,  
And raise thy drooping eyes, with hope to see  
A spring like theirs, upon thee.  Exit. Felis. 
Why should I  
Give any entertainment to my fears?  
Suspicions are but like the shape of clouds,  
And idle forms i'th' air, we make to fright us.  
I will admit no jealous thought to wound  
Fernando's truth, but with that cheerfulness,  
My own first clear intents to honour him  
Can arm me with, expect to meet his faith  
As noble as he promised— Ha! 'tis he.  Enter Fernando. 
My poor heart trembles like a timorous leaf,  
Which the wind shakes upon his sickly stalk,  
And frights into a Palsy. Fer. Felisarda!  Felis. 
Shall I want fortitude to bid him welcome?  
Sir, if you think there is a heart alive  
That can be grateful, and with humble thoughts,  
And Prayers reward your piety, despite not  
The offer of it here; you have not cast  
Your bounty on a Rock, while the seeds thrive  
Where you did place your Charity; my joy  
May seem ill dressed to come like sorrow thus,  
But you may see through every tear, and find  
My eyes meant Innocence, and your hearty welcome.  Fer. 
Who did prepare thee Felisarda thus  
To entertain me weeping? sure our souls  
Meet and converse, and we not know't; there is  
Such beauty in that watery circle, I  
Am fearful to come near, and breathe a kiss  
Upon thy cheek, lest I pollute that Crystal,  
And yet I must salute thee, and I dare  
With one warm sigh meet, and dry up this sorrow.  Felis. 
I shall forget all misery; for when  
I look upon the World, and race of men,  
I find 'em proud, and all so unacquainted  
With pity to such miserable things  
As poverty hath made us, that I must  
Conclude you sent from Heaven.  Fer. 
Oh do not Flatter  
thyself poor Felisarda; I'm Mortal,  
The life I bear about me is not mine,  
But borrowed to come to thee once again,  
And ere I go, to clear how much I love thee—  
But first I have a story to deliver,  
A tale will make thee sad, but I must tell it,  
There is one dead that loved thee not.  Felis. 
One dead  
That loved not me? this carries fir in nature  
No killing sound; I shall be sad to know  
I did deserve an Enemy, or he want  
A Charity at death.  Fer. 
Thy cruel Enemy,  
And my best friend, hath took Eternal leave  
And's gone, to heaven I hope, excuse my tears,  
It is a tribute I must pay his memory,  
For I did love my Father.  Felis. 
Ha! your Father?  Fer. 
Yes Felisarda, he is gone, that in  
The morning promised many years, but death  
Hath in few hours made him as stiff, as all  
The winds, and winter, had thrown cold upon him,  
And whispered him to marble.  Felis. 
Now trust me,  
My heart weeps for him, but I understand  
Not how I was concerned in his displeasure;  
And in such height as you profess.  Fer. 
He did  
Command me on his blessing to forsake thee;  
Was't not a cruel precept, to enforce  
The soul, and curse his Son for honest love?  Felis. 
This is a wound indeed.  Fer. 
But not so mortal;  
For his last breath was Balsom poured upon it,  
By which he did reverse his malediction;  
And I that groaned beneath the weight of that  
Anathema, sunk almost to despair,  
Where night and heavy shades hung round about me,  
Found myself rising like the morning Star  
To view the World.  Felis. 
Never I hope to be  
Eclipsed again.  Fer. 
This was a welcome blessing.  Fe. 
Heaven had a care of both; my joys are mighty.  
Vouchsafe me sir your pardon if I blush  
And say I love, but rather than the peace  
That should preserve your bosom, suffer for  
My sake, 'twere better I were dead.  Fer. 
No, live.  
And live for ever happy, thou deservedst it.  
It is Fernando doth make haste to sleep  
In his forgotten dust.  Felis. 
Those accents did  
Not sound so cheerfully.  Fer. 
dost love me?  Felis. 
Sir.  Fer. 
Do not, I prithee do not, I am lost,  
Alas I am no more Fernando, there  
Is nothing but the Empty name of him  
That did betray thee, place a guard about  
Thy heart be time, I am not worth this sweetness.  Felis. 
Did not Fernando speak all this? alas  
He knew that I was poor before, and needed not  
Despise me now for that.  Fer. 
Desert me goodness  
When I upbraid thy wants. 'Tis I am poor,  
For I ha' not a stock in all the World  
Of so much dust, as would contrive one narrow  
Cabin to shroud a worm; my dying Father  
Hath given away my Birthright to Francisco,  
I'm disinherited, thrown out of all,  
But the small Earth I borrow, thus to walk on;  
And having nothing left, I come to kiss thee,  
And take my everlasting leave of thee too.  
Farewell, this will persuade thee to consent  
To my Eternal absence.  Felis. 
I must beseech you stay a little sir,  
And clear my faith. Hath your displeased Father  
Deprived you then of all, and made Francisco  
The Lord of your Inheritance, without hope  
To be repaired in Fortune?  Fer. 
'Tis sad truth.  Felis. 
This is a happiness I did not look for.  Fer. 
A happiness?  Felis. 
Yes Sir, a happiness.  Fer. 
Can Felisarda take delight to hear  
What hath undone her servant?  Felis. 
Heaven avert it.  
But 'tis not worth my grief to be assured  
That this will bring me nearer now to him  
Whom I most honour of the World; and 'tis  
My pride, if you exceed me not in Fortune,  
That I can boast my heart, as high, and rich,  
With noble flame, and every way your equal,  
And if you be as poor as I Fernando,  
I can deserve you now, and love you more  
Than when your expectation carried all  
The pride and blossoms of the spring upon it.  Fer. 
Those shadows will not feed more than our fancies;  
Two poverties will keep but a thin table;  
And while we dream of this high nourishment,  
we do but starve more gloriously.  Felis. 
'Tis ease.  
And wealth first taught us art to surfeit by;  
Nature is wise, not costly, and will spread  
A table for us in the Wilderness;  
And the kind Earth keep us alive, and healthful,  
With what her bosom doth invite us to;  
The brooks, not there suspected as the Wine  
That sometime Princes quaff, are all transparent,  
And with their pretty murmurs call to taste 'em.  
In every tree a Chorister to sing  
Health to our loves, our lives shall there be free  
As the first knowledge was from sin, and all  
Our dreams as Innocent.  Fer. 
Oh Felisarda?  
If thou didst own less Virtue, I might prove  
Unkind and marry thee, but being so rich  
In goodness, it becomes me not to bring  
One that is poor, in every worth, to waste  
So excellent a Dower, be free, and meet  
One that hath Wealth to cherish it, I shall  
Undo thee quite, but pray for me, as I,  
That thou mayst change for a more happy Bridegroom;  
I dare as soon be guilty of my death,  
As make thee miserable by expecting me.  
Farewell, and do not wrong my soul, to think  
That any storm could separate us two,  
But that I have no fortune now to serve thee.  Felis. 
This will be no exception sir, I hope,  
When we are both dead, yet our bodies may  
Be cold, and strangers in the Winding sheet;  
We shall be married when our spirits meets.  Exeunt.  

Act V.  Enter Carlos, Pedro. Pe. 
Your daughter does not use me well Don Carlos.  Car. 
I know not what to think,  
Some great misfortune must be the cause.  Ped. 
Not yet appear? they might,  
And they had crept like Tortoises, Arrived  
Before this time.  Car. 
There is some strange disaster.  Ped. 
The Coach o'erthrown, and both their lives  
Endangered, can but excuse ''em.  Enter Alsimira. 
Oh my Lord, Don Carlos.  Ped. 
The Tragic voice of women strikes mine ear.  Car. 
Alsimira?  Ped. 
Madam.  Car. 
Where is our Daughter?  Alsi. 
My fear almost distracts me, she is gone,  
Stolen, ravished from me.  Ped. 
Ha.  Alst. 
An armed Troop  
In vizards forced her from my coach; and heaven  
Knows where they have hurried the poor Jacinta.  Car. 
A troop of armed Devils.  Ped. 
Let them be  
A legion, they are all damned.  Al. 
Nay they were men and mortal sure.  Ped. 
I won't leave one soul amongst them all.  Car. 
Mine is in torment.  
I'th' hope & height of my ambition  
To be thus crossed! how scaped you?  Alsi. 
Alas I was not young enough, I offered  
myself to bear her company, and suffer  
As much as she did, but one boisterous fellow  
With a starched voice, and a worse vizard, took me  
Just here above my Sciatica, and quoited me  
Into the coach again upon my head,  
I had alarum in't for half an hour,  
And so I scaped with life.  Ped. 
Did they use her with any rigor?  Alsi. 
To say truth they were gentle enough to her.  Ped. 
That mollifies. and they may live.  Car. 
Hell overtake 'em, let's return, they had better  
Committed incest, than this rape.  Ped. 
They had better ravished Proserpine before  
Don Lucifer's own face. I am all fury.  Exeunt. Enter Alberto and Estefania. Alb. 
Pardon my dear Jacinta, It was love  
That threw me on this act, I had no patience  
To see thee forced into a marriage  
By a covetous Father, whose devotion  
Is only Wealth and Title; I esteem  
No danger, if at last the fair Jacinta  
Smile and allow this duty; let not silence  
Deprive me longer of thy voice, whose every  
Accent will please, though it pronounce my sentence;  
There's death in this eclipse too, sweet dismiss  
Thy ungentle veil, and let thy eyes make bright  
This melancholy air, that droops and dies  
For want of thy restoring beams.  Est. 
Now sir,  
What think you of your Mistress?  Al. 
You are the Lady Estefania I take it.  Est. 
Yes, you did take me from the coach  Alberto 
But by a consequence I find, you thought  
Jacinta in your power, I could have told you,  
Had you discovered sooner what you were,  
Where to have found your Mistress, but she's now  
Above your hope, and by the priest ere this  
Made wife to Don Francisco.  Alb. 
To Don Pedro?  Est. 
It was not fir impossible that I  
(Had not your violence prevented me)  
(By a plot between Jacinta and myself,  
To take her place and person in the coach)  
Had by this time been married to Count Pedro,  
Whom I have power and Justice sir to challenge  
If Contracts carry weight.  Al. 
Have I so long  
lain beating at the bush, and is the bird  
Fled to Francisco?  Est. 
I should show I had  
A passion sir, and sense of this captivity,  
But that I find 'twas error, and not will  
Lead you to this; and your own loss now made  
Irreparable, helps to tie up my anger.  Al. 
Madam, I must confess a wrong, and dare  
Submit to let your anger punish me,  
For I despise myself, now I have lost  
My expectation, and if you please  
To think I had no malice in this act  
To you, You can propose no satisfaction  
I shall esteem a penance to repair you,  
As far as my poor life, if you'll direct it.  Est. 
'Tis nobly promised sir. You shall redeem  
In my thoughts what is past, if you be pleased  
To make my stay no longer here; I have  
No desperate aim to make Don Pedro yet  
Know how to right me, or make public what  
Should bind his honour to perform.  Al. 
Was not Luys Madam entertained your Servant?  Est. 
I shall make known the story if you walk  
But to Don Carlos House.  Al. 
You shall command me.  Exeunt. Enter Carlos, Alsimira, and Servant. Car. 
No news yet of Jacinta?  Al. 
None.  Car. 
He must  
Not live in Spain, nor in the World, if my  
Revenge can overtake him, that has stolen  
My Daughter; could you not by voice or habit  
Guess at the ravisher? Ye are traitors all.  Alsi. 
Now I consider better, I suspect  
Alberto one of the conspiracy,  
Some voice did sound like his. You know he loved her.  Car. 
Ha! Alberto?  Alsi. 
And how he might engage some Ruffians  
To cross Don Pedro.  Car. 
'Twas he, where's Luys?  
I do not like his absence, they're both guilty;  
My own blood turned a rebel? send for the Alcaides,  
They shall both trot like thieves to the corregidor.  
Where is Count Pedro?  Alsi. 
Gone in search of his lost Mistress.  Car. 
When all things were ripe,  
The very Priest prepared to seal our joys,  
A work my brain did labour for, and sweat  
With hope to see accomplished, undermined?  
And in a Minute all blown up?  Alsi. 
Have patience  
She may be found again.  Car. 
But how my Lord  
May be inclined to accept her foiled, or wounded  Enter Luys drunk. 
In fame—  Alsi. 
Luys is here.  Car. 
Borachio, here's a spectacle! more affliction?  
Where is your Sister, what's become of Jacinta?  Lu. 
My Sister and Jacinta are gone together.  
I know all the business.  Alsi. 
Where is she?  Lu. 
She is very well, I know not where she is.  
But Don Alberto is an honest Gentleman,  
And has by this time done the feat.  Car. 
Confusion—  Lu. 
You think you had all the wit, it was my plot.  
You may thank heaven that you are old, and ugly,  to Alsimi 
You had been no Mother of this World. But sir,  
I have some news would be delivered privately.  
Mother of mine, avant.  Car. 
thouart not my Son.  
Was ever man so miserable? away  
Thou sponge; get him to sleep,  Alsi. 
I dare not meddle with him.  Ex Sist Lu. 
In sobriety a word. Car. Where is Alberto?  Lu. 
Where every honest man should be a-bed, with my,  
Old man, I ha' considered o'the former matter we talked on  
And would do things like a dutiful son, but I find that a  
Wife is not altogether so convenient for me as a—  Car. 
Will none deliver me?  Lu. 
They are somewhat slug,  
Now I have found out an excellent tumbler,  
That can do the Summersault, please you to be acquainted with her, and give me your opinion, She shall play with all the stews in Christendom, for all you are worth, if I live, and yet she is but 17 there's a periwinkle, I had a Gemini, before I went to travel, And I am bound in conscience, if you think fit, to see her well Provided for—  Car. 
With whips, I'll have her skin flayed off.  Lu. 
Her skin fled off? dost thou know mortal man  
What thou hast said? I tell the Don, nothing can come near  
Her in the shape of an Officer, she is a very Basilisk & will  
Kill 'em with her eyes 3 score yards point blank, but you  
May talk, & do your pleasure with her, for I came a  
Purpose to bring her to your lodging, if you love me,  
Do but see her, it shall cost you nothing, you shall  
Be my friend, hang money?  Car. 
Thus will my state consume, vexation!  
What shall I do? when you have slept Luys  
I'll tell you more, attend him to his Chamber  
And make his Door fast.  Luys 
You will consider on't, upon those terms, I will go  
Sleep at winckling.  Exit. Car. 
And won't all this take a way my senses?  
My Son is lost too, this is all a curse  
For my ambition and my Avarice.  Enter Alsimira and a servant with a Letter. Als. 
News Don Carlos from our Daughter.  Car. 
Ha, a letter 'tis jacinta's hand.  Alsi. 
Knowest where she is?  Ser. 
Yes Madam, and her resolution  Carl. reads. 
To attend her Father, with my Master Don Francisco  
If Don Carlos please to admit 'em, the matters done.  Alsi. 
What matter?  Ser. 
They are as fast as any Priest can make 'em.  Car. 
Wife to Francisco, now his Father's heir?  
That's some allay, if it be true, she writes,  
Don Pedro was contracted to Estefania, who supplied  
Her person in the Coach— 'twas not Jacinta was ravished  
Then, Don Pedro was not noble, after he had made faith,  
To entangle my jacinta. Hum, say they shall  
Be welcome. Ser. They are present fir.  Enter Francisco and jacinta. Car. 
I am nor yet collected, but if this  
Paper be justified, I receive you both.  
Peruse those wonders Alsimira.  Iacin. 
Sir, though by the tie of nature you may challenge  
All duty, this is done so like a Father  
It exceeds all your care.  Fran. 
Let this confirm,  
I bring a fortune not to be despised,  
But were I Master of the World, I should  
At price of all my wealth, think this a treasure  
Purchased too cheap.  Car. 
My blessing and my prayers, I'm new created,  
And bow to that great providence; all Joy  
Spread through your souls; this is not much amiss.  Fran. 
But what's become of Madam Estefania  
That took jacinta's place?  Alsi. 
Forced from the Coach  
By Don Alberto, thinking her my Daughter  Iacin. 
That part of our plot failed, but my intents  
Were fair, and to assist this injured Lady  Ser. 
Don Pedro sir.  Enter Servant. Car. 
You shall for some few minutes.  
Withdraw into that Chamber, in his passion  
He may be violent, leave me to moderate.  Fra. 
I shall obey you fir.  Exit Enter Pedro. Fed. 
Was ever man of my great birth and fortune  
Affronted thus? I am become the talk  
Of every Picaro and Ladron, I challenge  
A reparation of my honour; where's  
Jacinta? 'tis a plot, a base contrivement  
To make my name ridiculous, the subject  
Of every scurrile language.  Car. 
My Lord with pardon  
Of your Altesa, you're not Injured here,  
Unless I have been faulty in too much  
Observance, and desires to serve your person,  
With almost sacrifice of my Daughter.  Ped. 
Ha! too much to me?  Car. 
I would you had remembered  
How much your Honour was engaged before,  
By Contract to another, when you mocked  
The Innocent Jacinta, now not mine.  Ped. 
Who hath traduced my fame, or mentioned me  
With that dishonour? I disclaim all Contracts.  
The unconfined air's not more free, than I  
To all the World, except your beauteous Daughter.  Car. 
Do you know the Lady Estefania?  Ped. 
Dares she make saucy claim? my breath dissolves it  
If every Lady whom we grace with our  
Converse should, challenge men of my Nobility—  Car. 
I wish my Lord you could evade it, for  
The honour of my Family; if your conscience  
Or Art can nullify that Ladies interest  
I am resolved— my Son Luys shall Aside.  
Then marry With that Widow, I have no other  
Ambition.  Ped. 
You are wise, and I  
Am fortified to clear myself thought-free  Enter Alberto, Fstefania with a Letter. 
From any promise to that sullen Madam.  
Ha! 'tis Jacinta, and she wears the Jewel  
I did present, conspicuously; I ask  
No reason for thy absence, let me chain  
My darling in this amorous curl, 'tis happiness  
Enough to repossess thee, not the policy  
And power of Hell shall separate us again.  Fste. 
It is but Justice sir. Ped. Ha! Estefania.  Alb. 
Do you know her sir?  Este. 
Do you know this character? Ped. Conspiracy.  Est. 
When this is read Don Carlos  
You will imagine he has wronged your Daughter.  Car. 
Is this your hand Count Pedro?  Ped. 
Mine— 'tis counterfeit  
Upon my honour, and I thus dissolve  
Thy insolent claim.  Este. 
Nothing can bind I see  
A false heart  Car. 
This must give you freedom Madam,  
If you release his hasty vow.  Este. 
Faith cannot  
Be compelled sir.  Ped. 
These are all Impostures;  
I take myself into myself.  Alb. 
What shall become of her my noble Count?  Ped. 
I pity her  
But cannot cure her wound, and if you be  
Her friend, advise her to contain her passions,  
And wisely love one that can entertain it.  Alb. 
You hear this Madam?  Este. 
And can smile upon  
His violated fath.  Car. 
Now for Luys,  
To strike in with the Widow.  Servant. 
he's asleep.  Car. 
I'll wake and quicken him.  Exit. Este. 
Hadst thou been worth my love, I should have held  
Thee worth my anger shadow, of a Lord.  
Thy greatness I despise, and think thee now  
Too poor for my revenge, and freely give  
Thee back thy barren promises, and when  
I read in story, one that has been perjured,  
I'll write Don Pedro in the place of him  
That broke his faith, and thank my fate t' have missed thee.  Alb. 
If you please Madam, while he is i'th' humour  
Of being base, I'll make him gather up  
These paper relics, which he shall make himself  
Up into rolls, and having swallowed 'em  
For Pills, thank you, his Physic was so gentle.  Este. 
It will be too much time & breath lost on him.  Alber. 
It will become me Madam to attend you.  Exit Este. Ped. 
So, she is taken off 'and my path free  
To Carlos Daughter.  Enter Carlos and Luys. Luys. 
Contracted to Don Pedro? say.  Car. 
She was, where is Estefania?  Ped. 
Gone with Alberto; proud to wait upon  
The Lady I neglected.  Car. 
Follow 'em Luys?  
I do not like he should insinuate  
Now she is free, and his hopes desperate in  
jacinta's love. Luys How long have I slept sir?  Car. 
Thou dost dream still, pursue the Widow now  
Or never look at such a fortune.  Luys 
Is she gone with Alberto? what if I say,  
I have lain with her, and that she's with child by me?  Car. 
That would stain both your fames; away and welcome  
When thou return'st, and she confirmed.  Luys 
I'll confirm her, or confound somebody,  
No more, I am awake, this is Don Pedro  
I'll talk with him first, will you justify,  
The Widow is a Widow still, and sweet  
For all your Contract, that you have not been  
My rival as they say after the flesh,  
And that you did not know I had a mind,  
Or not a mind, to do the deed of Matrimony?  Ped. 
Not I upon my honour.  Luys 
You are witness— now to Albert.  Car. 
Manage the business temperately.  Luys 
Let me alone to be temperate, if I do not x  
somebody, let me never drink Sack again.  Exit. Car. 
What think you of Jacinta now my Lord?  Ped. 
As on the Saint I pay my chief devotions.  Enter Fernando. Fer. 
I come to seek one, that I late called Brother,  
But he hath forfeited that Name, and Justice  
Weary of such a prodigy in nature  
Hath armed me thus in her revenge, Don Carlos,  
Obscure him not, no darkness can protect him,  
My sword shall forage every room like lightning,  
No Cave but it shall visit, and through ribs  
Of steel compel my passage to his heart,  
Although I meet him in his mistress' Arms,  
The lover's Sanctuary, I dare force Francisco,  
And with my Sword cut the Embrace that chains him,  
Rather than he shall glory in my ruins,  
And revel out, those honours, with her, he  
Took from my blood.  Enter Francisco with a Parchment. Fra. 
It shall not need Fernando.  Ped. 
Hum, here is like to be a bloody business,  
I'll not disturb 'em.  Exit. Car. 
As you are Brothers, by your Father's dust  
That should sleep quiet in his Urn, by her  
Dear name that gave you life, that now prays for you,  
Chide this unnatural fury.  Fra. 
What demands Fernando?  Fer. 
My inheritance wrought from me  
By thy sly creeping to supplant my birth,  
And cheat our Fathers easy soul, unworthily  
Betraying to his anger for thy lust  
Of wealth, the love and promise of two hearts,  
Poor Felisarda and Fernando now  
Wither at soul, and robbed by thee of that  
Should cherish virtue, like to rifled Pilgrims  
Met on the way, and having told their story,  
And dropped their even tears for both their loss,  
Wander from one another.  Fra. 
'tis not sure  Fernando, 
but his passion (that obeys not  
The counsel of his reason) would accuse me,  
And if my Father now, since spirits lose not  
Intelligence, but more active when they have  
Shook off their chains of flesh, would leave his dwelling,  
And visit this course orb again: my Innocence  
Should dare the appeal, and make Fernando see  
His empty accusations.  Fer. 
He that thrives  
By wicked art, has confidence to dress  
His action with simplicity, and shapes  
To cheat our credulous natures, 'tis my wonder  
Thou durst do so much injury Francisco  
As must provoke my Justice, to revenge,  
Yet wear no Sword.  Fra. 
I need no guard, I know  
Thou dar'st not kill me.  Fer. 
Dare I not?  Fra. 
And name thy cause, 'tis thy suspicion not Franciso  
Hath wrought thee high and passionate, to assure it,  
If you dare violate, I dare possess you  
Wit hall my title to your Land.  Car. 
How is that?  
Will you resign the interest to such  
A fair Estate, and wrong my Daughter sir?  Fra 
Let him receive it at his peril.  Fer. 
Ha!  Fra. 
It was my Father's act, not mine, he trembled  
To hear his curse alive, what horror will  
His conscience feel, when he shall spurn his dust,  
And call the reverend shade from his blessed seat,  
To this bad World again, to walk and fright him?  Car. 
I am abused  Fer. 
Can this be more than dream?  Fra. 
Sir you may cancel it, but think withal  
How you can answer him that's dead, when he  
Shall charge your timorous soul for this contempt  
To nature and Religion, to break  
His last bequest, and breath, that sealed your blessings?  Car. 
These are fine fancies.  Fer. 
Here, and may it prosper,  
Where my good Father meant it, I'm o'ercome.  
Forgive me, and enjoy it, I may find  
Some Earth that is not thine, where I may die  
And take up a dark Chamber, love Jacinta,  
And while I seek out where to be forgotten  
Live happy, and divide the spring between you,  Enter Ramires, Felisarda, and Teodoro, aloof. Fra. 
So, so, all's well again.  Ram. 
Fernando stay.  Fer. 
Ha, my Father and Felisarda?  Car. 
Don Ramyres and my Niece?  Fer. 
Are they both dead?  Fer. Kneels. 
I dare kneel too, they do converse. Don Carlos  
Do not you know that shape? 'tis wondrous like  
Your Niece.  Car. 
And that your Father, ha!  Fer. 
How long hath Felisarda been a sad  
Companion to the shades? I did not think  
To find thee in this pale society,  
Of ghosts so soon.  Felisar. 
I am alive Fernando,  
And Don Ramires still, thy living Father.  Fra. 
You may believe it sir, I was o'th' counsel.  Fer. 
It is a joy will tempt me, wish to live  
Here, without more ambition to change  
For blessings of the other World; and is  
My Father willing that we both should live?  Car. 
Men thought you dead.  Ramir. 
It lay within the knowledge of Francisco and some few  
By this device to advance my younger Son  
To a Marriage with Jacinta sir, and try  
Fernando's Piety and his Mistress Virtue,  
Which I have found worth him, and my acceptance,  
With her I give thee what thy birth did challenge.  
Receive thy Felisarda.  Fer. 
'Tis a joy,  
So flowing, it drowns all my faculties,  
My soul will not contain I fear, but lose  
And leave me in this ecstasy.  Car. 
I am cheated.  Ra. 
Not so, what dower you add above that fortune,  
Descends upon her by your sister's Legacy  
Francisco shall deserve, with a proportion  Enter Francisco and Jacinta. 
Out of my state; live, and be happy both,  
You shall not want a Father in my care.  
Our children thus increased Don Carlos, 'tis  
Our shame if we neglect 'em; Teodore  
You now may call me Brother.  Thes. 
I'm honoured.  Car. 
Well, take my blessing too, love her Francisco.  
My bounty is to come, and if my Son  
But finish with his Mistress— he's returned,  Enter Luys. 
Where is the Widow?  Lu. 
Sure enough.  Car. 
And Don Alberto.  Lu. 
I ha' made him sure too, I ha' peppered him.  Car. 
How?  Lu. 
In your ear, I ha' cut his throat, do none pursue  Car. 
I hope thou hast not killed him? ha!  Lu. 
You hope too late, I could not help it, you said  
He was my Rival.  Car. 
Not too loud.  Lù. 
Where, where shall I obscure me, the Alcaides  
Will be here presently, and search for me.  
I left him giving up the ghost, at a cranny  
I made into his side, through which a man  
Might see into his midriff.  Car. 
Art thou desperate?  Lu. 
Beside one window that did look into his lungs,  
From whence his wind came strong enough,  
In six hours' sail to dispatch a carack to the straits.  Car. 
I'm mad.  Lu. 
I should neglect my life, but 'twould not sound well  
With your honour that Don Carlos Son was hanged,  
Or put into the Galleys; are they not come yet?  Car. 
I am undone, there is no safety here,  
Make fast those doors, and by the Postern gate  
Thou mayst escape, take the best Horse, away.  Lu. 
I shall want money sir.  Car. 
Come follow me?  
This accident I fear will quite distract me.  Lu. 
You must dispatch me quickly sir, there is  
No staying to tell the money, gi't me in lump,  
I'll count it afterwards, good sir make haste.  Exit. Lu. & Car. Ra. 
Something hath happened that doth fresh  
Perplex him.  Fra. 
Where is Don Pedro?  Enter Pedro. Fer. 
he's here.  Ped. 
The storm is over sure, I hear no noise,  
Toledos are asleep, Jacinta? have  
I found my love?  Fran. 
Here 'twas lost indeed,  
I must allow no such Familiarity  
With my Wife.  Ped. 
How? married?  Ja. 
'Tis most true my Lord.  Ped. 
You have not used me thus?  Fra. 
It had been Impious to divorce your heart  
From Estefania; My good Lord, we know  
Your Lordship is religious in your promises.  Ped. 
I defy all Estefanias, Lady you are civil.  To Felis. Fer. 
It will become my care so to preserve her  
My Honourable Count.  Ped. 
Honourable?  
It appears not by these contempts.  Ramyr. 
Your Lordship cannot want a Female Furniture.  Enter Alberto and Estefania. Ped. 
I must have somebody now I'm prepared, my blood  
Will take it ill, would I had Estefania;  
she's here, Madam I hope you have  
A better faith than to believe I was in Earnest,  
Don Pedro is only at your service.  Este. 
'Tis too late sir, this Gent. is witness,  
Of your surrender, and is now possessed  
Of all that's mine.  Al. 
It was your Noble bounty,  
For which I cannot study a return  
More apt than to resign to your good Lordship,  
My Interest in Jacinta, give you joy Count.  
Such a rich Widow serves my turn.  Ped. 
So so,  
If I consider well this is but Justice.  Enter Carlos. Car. 
Ha, are not you Don Alberto: fetch back Luys.  Al. 
The very same sir, and this Lady is my Wife,  
Please you salute her.  Enter Luys. Luys 
Sir for the credit of your wisdom talk not,  
The man you see's alive and married too,  
With my consent, alas I owed him money,  
That Widow has paid all, I must be honest,  
I had no heart to leave you so unsatisfied,  
These sums must go for other debts,  
My debts do clog my conscience, and are better  
When they are timely paid sir, then let run  
With their long Teeth to bite your state hereafter,  
And if when I am free you dare but trust me—  〈◊〉 
Was ever Father cheated thus, come hither,  
H 〈…〉 thou be so impudent?  〈…〉 
〈…〉 cannot help it sir, unless you die  
〈…〉 me better means, I shall make bold  
〈…〉 devices, you are my Father sir,  
〈…〉 bound—  Car. 
To x me?  Car 
All must be mine, and if  
I pay myself a little before the day,  
You be no loser when you come to reckon,  
This sha'not make a breach twixt you and I,  
They are honest men I owe this money too,  
When I am clear prescribe me any method  
And rank me like your son, I will deserve  
y' shall forget my wildness, and acknowledge me  
A convert without blemish to your family.  Rami 
I must be Intercessor.  Jacin 
And we all.  Car. 
I'll think upon't.  Ped. 
Since I cannot have Jacinta, I desire  
I may have her Brother.  Lu. 
Not in marriage.  Ped. 
I like his wit, his spirit, and his humour,  
Do not you love a wench?  Lu. 
Yes sir.  Ped. 
Thou shalt never want.  Lu. 
Wenches?  Ped. 
we'll live together, and if thy Father  
Be not bountiful, thou shalt command my fortune.  Lu. 
You speak nobly.  Ped. 
Ladies, I ask your pardon  
Unless you hold me desperate, disdain not  
That I may this day wait upon your triumph,  
And to each Bride offer some gift to expiate  
My folly and offence.  Rami. 
You are too bountiful.  Car. 
You're all my guests today.  Rami. 
I beg your next  
Remove may place the Scen of Joy with me,  
My house shall be much honoured, lead the way  
With Verse and Wine let Poets crown this day.  Exeunt omnes.  

Epilogue. Pedro.  

SO so, your dangers over, and the state  
Secure, as when our Fleet in Eighty Eight  
Was fired and scattered, to confirm it true  
Here is Don Pedro taken Prisoner too,  
I'm at your mercy Gentlemen, and I  
Confess without a rack conspiracy,  
So far as my poor part i'th' Play comes too,  
But I am innocent from hurt to you,  
And I dare quit the rest from any plot  
Meant but to please, if you believe it not  
I dare make oath, your hands can do no less  
Than certify your friends what I confess.    
FINIS.