The renegado a tragæcomedie. As it hath beene often acted by the Queenes Maiesties seruants, at the priuate Play-house in Drurye-Lane. By Philip Massinger.

Author: Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.1630

THE RENEGADO, A TRAGAE COMEDIE.

As it hath beene often acted by the Queenes Maiesties seruants, at the priuate Play-house in Drurye-Lane.

By PHILIP MASSINGER.

LONDON, Printed by A. M. for Iohn Waterson, and are to be sold at the Crowne in Pauls Church-Yard. 1630.

Dramatis Personae.	The Actors names.
ASAMBEG, Viceroy of Tunis.	Iohn Blanye.
MVSTAPHA, Basha of Aleppo.	Iohn Sumner.
VITELLI, A Gentelman of Venice disguis'd.	Michael Bowier.
FRANCISCO, A Iesuite.	William Reignalds.
ANTHONIO GRIMALDI the Renegado.	William Allen.
CARAZIE an Eunuch.	William Robins.
GAZET seruant to Vitelli.	Edward Shakerley.
AGA.
CAPIAGA.
MASTER.
BOT [...]SVVAINE,
SAYLORS.
IAILOR.
3. TVRKES.
DONVSA, neece to AMVRATH.	Edward Rogers.
PAVLINA, Sister to Vitelli.	Theo. Bourne.
MANTO, seruant to Donusa.

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TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE GEORGE HARDING, Baron Barkley, of Barkley Castle, and Knight of the Honourable Order of the BATHE.

My good Lord.

TO be Honoured for old Nobility, or Hereditary Titles is not alone proper to your Selfe, but to some few of your rancke, who may challenge the like priuiledge with you: but in our age to vouchsafe (as you haue often done) a ready hand to rayse the deiected spirits of the contemned Sonnes of the Muses, Such as would not suffer the glorious fire of Poesie to be wholly extinguished, is so remarkable, and peculiar [...]o your Lordship, that with a full [...] it is acknowledged that the [...] Protection of the Dramatique [...], is yours, and almost without [...] payre not therefore, but [...] to present my [...] your clemency [...] pretation. [...] [Page] Your gracious acceptance of this trifle, in which if I were not confident there are some peeces worthy the perusall, it should haue beene taught an humbler flight, and the writer (Your Countrey-man) neuer yet made happy in your notice, and fauour, had not made this an aduocate to plead for his admission among such as are wholy, and sincerely deuoted to your seruice. I may liue to tender my humble thankefulnesse in some higher strayne, and till then comfort my selfe with hope, that you descend from your height to receiue.

Your Honours Commanded Seruant PHILIP MASSINGER

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To my Honourd Friend, Master PHILIP MASSINGER, vpon his RENEGADO.

DAbblers in 
Poetry that onely can,

Court this weake 
Lady, or that 
Gentleman,
with some loose witt in 
rime;

others that fright the 
time.
Into beliefe with mighty words, that teare
a Passage through the eare;
or 
Nicer men,
That through a Perspectiue wil see a 
Play,
and vse it the wrong way,
(not worth thy 
Pen)
Though all their Pride exalt 'em, cannot bee
Competent Iudges of thy 
Lines or 
thee.

I must confesse I haue no Publike name
To rescue iudgement, no 
Poeticke flame
to dresse thy Muse with 
Praise,
and 
Phoebus his owne 
Bayes;
Yet I commend this 
Poem, and dare tell
the 
World I lik'd it well,
and if there bee
A 
tribe, who in their 
Wisedomes dare accuse,
this ofspring of thy 
Muse,
let them agree,
Conspire one 
Comedy, and they will say
Tis easier to 
Commend, then make a 
Play.
IAMES SHIRLEY.

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To his worthy Friend Master PHILIP MASSENGER, on his Play, Call'd the RENEGADO.THE bosome of a friend cannot breath 
 [...]oorth
A flattering phrase to speake the noble Worth
Of him that hath lodg'd in his honest brest,
So large a title: I among the rest
That honour thee, doe onely seeme to prayse
Wanting the flowers of Art, to decke that Bayes
Merit has crown'd thy Temples with. Know friend
Though there are some who meerely doe commend
To liue i
 [...]th Worlds opinion such as can
Cen
 [...]ure with I
 [...]dgement, no such peece of Man,
Makes vp 
 [...] where desert doe's liue,
There will I plant my wonder, and there giue
My best indeauours, to build vp his story
That truely Merits. I did euer glory
To behold Vertue rich, though cruell Fate
In scornefull malice doe's beate low their state
That best deserue, when others that but know
Onely to scribble, and no more, of't grow
Greate in their fauours, that would seeme to bee
Patrons of Witt, and modest Poesie:
Yet with your abler Friends, let me say this
Many may striue to equall you, but misse
Of your fayre scope, this worke of yours men may
Throw in the face of enuy, and then say
To those that are in Great-mens thoughts more blest,
Imitate this, And call that worke your best.
Yet Wise-men, in this, and too often, erre
When they their loue before the worke preferre,
If I should say more, some may blame me for't
Seeing your merits speake you, not report.
DANYEL LAKYN.

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THE RENEGADO.
The Scene Tunis.

Actus primus.

Scena prima.

Enter Vitelli and Gazet.

Vitelli.

YOu haue hirde a Shop then?

Gazet.

Yes sir, and our wares

(Though brittle as a maydenhead at [...]ixteene)

Are safe vnladen; not a Christall crackt,

Or China dish needs sodring; our choice Pictures

As they came from the workeman, without blemish,

And I haue studied speeches for each Pe [...]e,

And in a thrifty tone to sell 'em off;

Will sweare by [...], and [...],

That this is Mistris to the great Duke of Florence,

That Neece to old King Pippin, and a third

An Austrian Princesse by her Roman nose,

How ere my conscience tels me they are figures

Of Ba [...]des, and common Courtezans in Venice.

[...]

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[...]

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Vitel.

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You make no scruple of an oath then?

Gaz.

[...]ie sir

Tis out of my Indentures, I am bound there

To sweare for my Masters profit as securely

As your intelligencer must for his Prince,

That sendes him forth an honourable spie,

To serue his purposes. And if it be lawfull

In a Christian shopkeeper to cheate his father,

I cannot find but to abuse a Turke

In the sale of our commodities, must bee thought

A meritorious worke.

Vitel.

I wonder sirra

What's your Religion?

Gaz.

Troth to answere truely

I would not be of one that should command mee

To feed vpon poore Iohn, when I see Pheasants

And Partriges on the Table: nor doe I like

The other that allowes vs to eate flesh

In the Lent though it be rotten, rather then bee

Thought superstitious, as your zealous Cobler,

And learned botcher Preach at Amsterdam

Ouer a Hotchpotch. I would not be co [...]fin'd

In my beliefe, when all your Sects, [...]ect [...]ries

Are growne of one opinion, if I like it

I will professe my selfe, in the meane time

Liue I in England, Spaine, France, [...]

I am of that Countryes [...]aith,

Vitel.

And what in Tunis,

Will you turne Turke heere?

Gaz.

No! so I should loose

A Collop of that part my D [...]ll in [...]oyn'd mee

To bring home as she left it; tis her venture,

Nor dare I barter that commoditie

Without her speciall wa [...]rant.

Vitel.

You are a Kna [...]e sir,

Lea [...]ing your Roguerie thinke vpon my businesse,

[Page] It is no time to foole now

Remember where you are too! though this Mart time,

Wee are allowde free trading, and with safetie.

Temper your tongue and meddle not with the Turkes,

Their manners, nor Religion.

Gaz.

Take you heede sir

What colours you weare. Not two houres since there Landed

An English Pirats Whore with a greene apron,

And as she walk't the streets, one of their Mufties

Wee call them Priests at Venice, with a Razor

Cutts it of Petticoate, Smocke and all, and leaues her

As naked as my Nayle: the young Frie wondering

What strange beast it should be. I scap't a scouring

My Mistres Buskepoynt, of that forbidden coloure

Then tyde my codpeece, had it beene discouer'd

I had beene caponde.

Vitel.

And had beene well seru'd;

Haste to the Shoppe and set my Wares in order

I will not long be absent?

Gaz.

Though I striue sir

To put of Melencholy, to which, you are euer

Too much inclinde, it shall not hinder me

With my best care to serue you

Exit Gazet.

Enter Francisco.

Vitel.

I beleeue thee.

O wellcome sir, stay of my steppes in this life,

And guide to all my blessed hopes heereafter.

What comforts sir? haue your indeauours posper'd?

Haue wee tirde Fortunes malice with our sufferings?

Is she at length after so many frownes

Pleas'd to vouchafe one cheerefull looke vpon vs?

Fran.

You giue too much to fortune, and your passions,

Ore which a wise man, if Religious, tryumphs.

That name fooles worship, and those tyrants which

Wee arme against our better part, our reason,

May add, but neuer take from our afflictions:

Vitelli.

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Sir as I am a sinfull man, I can not

But like one suffer.

Fran.

I exacte not from you

A fortitude insensible of calamitie,

To which the Saint's themselues haue bowde and showne

They are made of flesh, and bloud, all that I challenge

Is manly patience. Will you that vvere train'd vp

In a Religious Schoole, where diuine maximes

Scorning comparison, vvith morall precepts

Were daily taught you, beare your constancies triall

Not like Vitelli, but a Village nurse

With curses in your mouth: Teares in your eyes?

Hovv poorely it showes in you?

Vi.

I am School'd sir,

And will heereafter to my vtmost strength

Studie to bee my selfe.

Fran.

So shall you find mee

Most ready to assist you; Neither haue I

Slept in your greate occasions since I left you

I haue beene at the Viceroies Court and presde

As far as they allovve a Christian entrance.

And something I haue learn't that may concerne

The purpose of this iourney.

Vi.

Deere Sir vvhat is it?

Fran.

By the command of Asambeg, the Viceroy:

The Cittie swels vvith barbarous Pompe and Pride

For the entertainement of stout Mustapha

The Basha of Aleppo, vvho in person

Comes to receiue the neece of Amurah [...]

The fayre Donusa for his bride.

Vitel.

I find not

Hovv this may profit vs.

Fran.

Pray you giue mee leaue.

Among the rest that vvayte vpon the Viceroy,

(Such as haue vnder him command in Tunis.)

Who as you haue often heard are all false Pirats,

[Page] I savv the shame of Venice and the scorne

Of all good men: The periurde Renegado

Antono Grimaldy;

Vitel.

Ha! his name

Is poyson to mee.

Fran.

Yet againe?

Vitel.

I haue done sir.

Fran.

This debauchde villaine: whom we euer thought [...]

(After his impious scorne done in Saint Markes

To me as I stood at the holy Altar)

The theefe that rauish't your fayre sister from you,

The vertuous Paulina not long since,

(As I am truely giuen to vnderstand)

Sold to the viceroy a fayre Christian Virgin,

On whom, maugre his fierce and cruell nature

Asambeg dotes extreamely.

Vitel.

Tis my sister

It must be shee, my better Angell tells me

Tis poore Paulina. Farewell all disguises

Ile show in my reuenge that I am Noble.

Fran.

You are not mad?

Vitel.

No sir, my vertuous anger

Makes euery veyne an arterie, I feele in mee

The strength of twenty men, and being arm'd

With my good cause to wreake wrong'd innocence

I dare alone run to the viceroys Court

And with this Ponyard before his face.

Digge out Grimaldies heart.

Fran.

Is this Religious?

Vitel.

Would you haue me tame now; Can I know my sister

Mewde vp in his Serragli [...], and in danger

Not alone to loose her honour, but her soule,

The hell-breed Villaine by too? that has sold both

To blacke destruction, and not haste to send him

To the Deuill his tutor? to be patient now,

[Page] Were in another name to play the Pandor

To the Viceroyes loose embraces, and cry aime

While he by force, or flaterie compels her

To yeeld her fayre name vp to his foule lust,

And after turne Apostata to the faith

That she was breed in.

Fran.

D'oe but giue me hearing.

And you shall soone grant how ridiculous

This childish fury is. A wise man neuer

Attempts impossibilities; 'tis as easie

For any single arme to quell an Army.

As to effect your wishes; we come hither

To learne Paulinas faith, and to redeeme her,

(Leaue your reuenge to heauen) I oft haue tould you

Of a Relique that I gaue her, which has power

(If we may credit holy mens traditions)

To keepe the owner free from violence:

This on her breast she weares, and does preserue

The vertue of it by her daily prayers.

So if she fall not by her owne consent

Which it were sinne to thinke: I feare no force.

Be therefore patient, keepe this borrowed shape

Till time and oportunitie present vs

With some fit meanes to see her, which perform'd,

Ile ioyne with you in any desperate course

For her deliuery.

Vitel.

You haue Charmde me sir

And I obey in all things; Pray you pardon

The weakenesse of my passion.

Fran.

And excuse it.

Be cheerefull man for know that good intents

Are in the end Crownd with as fayre euents.

Exeunt.

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Actus primus. Scena secunda.Enter Donusa. Manto. Carazie.
Donusa.
Haue you seene the 
Christian Captiue,
The great Basha is so enamourd of?
Manto.
Yes an't please your Excellency
I tooke a full view of her, when shee vvas
Presented to him.
Donu.
And is she such a wonder
As tis reported?
Mant.
She was drown'd in teares then,
Which tooke much from her beautie, yet in spite
Of sorrow, shee appeard the Mistresse of
Most rare perfections; and though low of stature,
Her well proportion'd limbes inuite affection;
And when she speakes, each syllable is musique
That does inchaunt the hearers. But your Highnesse
That are not to be parallelde, I yet neuer
Beheld her equall.
Donusa.
Come you flatter me,
But I forgiue it, we that are borne great
Seldome distast our seruants, though they giue vs
More then wee can pretend too. I haue heard
That 
Christian Ladies liue with much more freedome
Then such as are borne heere. Our iealous Turkes
Neuer permit their 
 [...]aire wiues to be leene
But at the publique 
Bannias, or the Mosques
And euen then vaylde, and garded. Thou 
Carazie
Wert borne in England, what's the cust me there
Among your women? Come be free and merry
I am no seuere Mistres, nor ha
 [...]t thou met with
A heauie bondage.
Car.
Heauie? I was made lighter
By two stone waight at least to be fit to 
 [...]erue you.


[Page] But to your question Madame, women in England
For the most part liue like 
Queenes. Your Countrey Ladies
Haue libertie to hauke, to hunt, to feast:
To giue free entertainement to all commers,
To talke, to kisse, there's no such thing knowne there
As an Italian girdle. Your 
Cittie Dam
 [...]
Without leaue weares the breeches, has her husband
At as much command as her Prentice, and if need be
Can make him Cuckold by her 
Fathers Coppie.
Donusa.
But your court Lady?
Car.
She, I assure you Madame,
Knowes nothing but her will, must be allovv'd
Her Foot-men, her Caroch, her Vshers, her Pages,
Her Doctor, Chaplines, and as I haue heard
They are growne of late so learn'd that they maintaine
A strange Position, which their Lords with all
Their witt cannot confute.
Donusa.
What's that I prethee?
Car.
Marry that it is not onely fit but lavvfull,
Your Madame there, her much rest, and high feeding
Duely considered, should to ease her husband
Bee allow'd a priuate frien
 [...]. They haue drawne a Bill
To this good purpose, and the next assembly
Doubt not to passe it.
Donu.
Wee enioy no more
That are of the 
Oth
 [...]man race, though our Religio
 [...]
Allovves all pleasure. I am dull, some 
Musicque
Take my 
Chiapines off. So, a lustie strai
 [...]e
(a Galliard.
Who knockes there?
Mant
 [...]
Tis the Basha of 
Aleppo
Who humbly makes request he may present
His seruice to you.
Donu.
Reach a chaire. 

 [...]
Receiue him like our selfe, and not depart vvith
One peece of Ceremonie, stare, and greatnesse
That may beget respecte, and 
 [...]erence


[Page] In one that's borne our Vassall. Now admit him:
Enter Mustapha, puts of his yellow Pantophles.
Musta.
The place is sacred, and I am to Enter
The roome where she abides, with such deuotion
As Pilgrims pay at 
Macha, when they visit
The Tombe of our great Prophet.
Donu.
Rise, the signe
(The Eun
 [...]ch takes vp the Pantophles.
That wee vouchafe his presence.
Musta.
May those Powers
That rais'd the 
Othoman Empire, and still gard it,
Reward your Highnesse for this gratious fauour
You throwe vpon your seruant. It hath pleasde
The most invincible, mightiest 
Amurath
(To speake his other titles would take from him)
That in himselfe does comprehend all greatnesse,
To make me the vnworthy instrument
Of his command. Receiue diuinest Lady
(Deliuers a letter.
This letter sign'd by his victorious hand,
And made 
Authentic
 [...] by the imperiall Seale.
There when you find me mention'd, far be it from yo
To thinke it my ambition to presume
At such a happinesse, which his povverfull will
From his great minds magnificence, not my merit
Hath showrd vpon mee. But if your consent
Ioyne with his good opinion and allovvance
To per
 [...]it vvhat his fauors haue begun,
I shall in my obsequiousnesse and dutie
Endeuour to preuent all iust complaints,
Which want of will to serue you, may call on mee.
Donu.
His sacred Maiestie writes here that your valour
Against the 
Persian hath so vvonne vpon him
That there's no grace, or honour in his guift
Of which he can imagine you 
 [...]nworthy.
And what's the greatest you can hope, or aime at,
It is his pleasure you should be receiu'd
Into his Royall Familie, Prouided


[Page] For
 [...]so far I am vnconfind, that I
Affect and like your person. I expect not
The Ceremonie which he vses in
Bestowing of his Daughters, and his neeces.
As that he should present you for my slaue,
To loue you, if you pleasde me: or deliuer
A Ponyarde on my least dislike to kill you.
Such tyranuie and pride agree not with
My softer disposition. Let it suffice
For my first answer, that thus far I grace you.
Giues him her hand to kisse

 [...]ereafter some time spent to make enquire
Of the good parts, and faculties of your mind
You shall heare further from mee.
Mus.
Though all torments
Really suffer'd, or in hell imaginde
By curious fiction, in one houres delay
Are wholy comprehended: I confesse
That I stand bound in dutie, not to checke at
What euer you command, or please to impose
For triall of my patience.
Donu.
Let vs find
Some other subiect, too much of one Theme cloyes me
 [...]
Is't a full Mart:
Mus.
A confluence of all nations
Are met together? There's varietie too
Of all that Marchants trafficque for.
Donu.
I know not.
I feele a Virgins longing to descend
So far from mine owne greatnesse, as to be
Thoughnot a buyer, yet a looker on
Their strange commodities.
Mus.
If without a trayne
You dare be seene abroad? I'le dismisse mine.
And waite vpon you as a common man,
And satisfie your wishes.
Donu.
I embrace it.
Prouide my vayle; and at the Posterne Gate


[Page] Conuey vs out vnseene: I trouble you.
Musta.
It is my happynesse you daine to command me.
Exeunt.

Actus primus. Scena tertia.

A shop discouerde, Gazet in it.

Francisco, and Vitelli, walking by.

Gaz.

What doe you lacke, your choyce China dishes, your pure Venetian Christall, of all sorts, of all neate and new fashions, from the mirror of the madam, to the priuate vtensile of her chamber-maide, and curious Pictures of the rarest beauties of Europa: what doe you lacke Gentlemen?

Fran.

Take heed I say, how ere it may appeare

Impertinent, I must expresse my loue:

My aduise, and counsell. You are young

And may be tempted, and these Turkish Dames

Like English mastiues that increase their fiercenes

By being chainde vp, from the restraint of freedome

If lust once fire their bloud from a faire obiect

Will runne a course the fiends themselues would shake [...]

To enioy their wanton endes.

Vitel.

Sir, you mistake mee

I am too full of woe, to entertaine

One thought of pleasure: though all Europes Queen [...]

Kneel'd at my feete, and Cour [...]ed me: much lesse

To mix with such; Whose difference of faith

Must of necessitie: (or I must grant

My selfe forgetfull of all you haue taught mee)

Strangle such ba [...]e desires.

Fran.

Be constant in

That resolution, I'le abroade againe,

And learne as far as it is possible

[Page] What may concerne Paulina? Some two houres

Shall bring me backe.

Exit Francisco.

Vi.

All blessings vvaite vpon you.

Gaz.

Cold doings, Sir, a Mart doe you call this? Slight

A pudding wife, or a Witch with a thrumbe Cappe

That sells Ale vnder grownd to such as come

To know their Fortunes, in a dead Vacation

Haue ten to one more stirring.

Vitel.

Wee must be patient

Gaz.

Your seller by retayle ought to be angry

But when hee's fingering money.

Enter Grimaldy, Master, Botes [...]aine, Saylors, Turkes.

Vi.

Heere are company;

Defend me my good Angell, I behold

A Basiliske!

Gaz.

What doe you lacke? what doe you lacke? pure

China

dishes, cleere Christall glasses, a dumbe Mistres to

make loue too? What doe you lacke gentlemen?

Gri.

Thy Mother for a Bavvde, or if thou hast

A hansome one thy sister for a Whore,

Without these doe not tell me of your trash

Or I shall spoyle your Market.

Vitel.

—Old Grimaldy?

Gri.

Zoundes wherefore doe wee put to Sea, or stand

The Raging windes aloft, or pisse vpon

The Fomie waues vvhen they rage most? deride

The thunder of the enemies shot, boorde bold [...]ly

A Marchants shippe for prize, though we behold

The desperate Gunner ready to giue fire

And blow the decke vp? Wherefore shake vve off

Those scrupulous ragges of charitie, and conscience,

Inuented onely to keepe Churchmen warme,

Or feede the hungry monthes of famished beggers;

But vvhen we touch the shore to wallovve in

All sensuall pleasures.

Master.

I but Noble Captaine

[Page] To spare a little for an after clappe

Were not improuidence.

Gri.

Hang consideration:

When this is spent is not our shippe the same?

Our courage too the same to fetch in more?

The earth where it is fertillest returnes not

More then three haruests, vvhilst the glorious Sunne

Posts through the Zodiacke, and makes vp the yeere:

But the Sea, vvhich is our Mother, (that embraceth

Both the rich Indies in her outstrecht armes)

Yeeldes euery day a croppe if vve dare reape it.

No, no my Mates, let Tradesmen thinke of thrift,

And Vsurers hoord vp, let our expence

Be as our commings in are vvithout bounds:

We are the Neptunes of the Ocean,

And such as trastique, shall pay sacrifice

Of their best lading; Ile haue this Canuas

Your boy vveares linde vvith Tissue, and the cates

You taste, serude vp in gold; though vve carouse

The teares of Orphanes in our Greekish vvines,

The sighes of vndone Widowes, paying for

The musique bought to cheere vs; rauishde Virgins

To slauerie sold for Coyne to feede our riots,

We vvill haue no compunction.

Gaz.

Doe you heare sir,

We haue payde for our Ground?

Grim.

Humh.

Gaz.

And humh too,

For all your bigge vvords, get you further off,

And hinder not the prospect of our shoppe

Or—

Gri.

What vvill you doe?

Gaz.

Nothing sir, but pray

Your worship to giue me hansell.

Gri.

By the eares,

Thus sir, by the eares.

Master.

Hold, hold.

Vitel.

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You' [...] still be prating.

Gri.

Come let's be drunke? then each man to his whore,

Slight how doe you looke, you had best goe find a Corner

To pray in, and repent. Doe, doe, and crie

It will shew fine in Pirats.

Exit Grimaldi.

Master.

Wee must follow

Or he will spend our shares;

Boteswaine.

I fought for mine.

Master.

Nor am I so precise but I can drab too:

Wee will not sit out for our parts,

Bot.

Agreed.

Exeunt Master, Boteswaine, Saylors.

Gaz.

The deuill gnaw off his fingers, if he were

In London among the clubs, vp went his heeles

For striking of a Prentice. What doe you lack,

What doe you lacke gentlemen.

1 Turke.

I wonder how the Viceroy can indure

The insolence of this fellow.

2 Turke.

He receiues profit

From the Prizes he brings in, and that excuses

What euer he commits? Ha, what are these!

Enter Mustapha, Donusa, vayld.

1 T.

They seeme of ranke and qualitie, obserue 'em.

Gaz.

What doe you lacke! see what you please to buy,

Wares of all sorts most honourable Madona.

Vitel.

Peace sirra, make no noyse, these are not people

To be iested with.

Donu.

Is this the Christians custome

In the venting their commodities.

Mus.

Yes best Madame

But you may please to keepe your way, heere's nothing,

But toyes, and trifles, not worth your obseruing.

Donu.

Yes, for varieties sake pray you shew vs, friends,

The chiefest of your Wares.

Vitel.

Your Ladiships seruant;

And if in worth or Title you are more,

My ignorance pleade my pardon.

Donusa.

[Page]

Hee speakes well.

Vitel.

Take downe the looking glasse: here is a mirror

Steelde so exactely, neither taking from

Nor flattering the obiect, it returnes

To the beholder, that Narcissus might

(And neuer grow enamourd of himselfe:)

View his fayre feature in't.

Donusa.

Poeticall too.

Vitel.

Heere China dishes to serue in a Banket,

Though the volouptus Persian sate a guest.

Heere Christall glasses, such as Ganymede

Did fill with Nectar to the Thunderer

When he dranke to Alcides, and receiu'd him

In the fellowship of the gods: true to the owners [...]

Corinthian plate studded with Diamonds,

Conceald oft deadly poyson; This pure metall

So innocent is, and faithfull to the Mistres

Or Master that possesses it: that rather

Then hold one drop that's venemous, of it selfe

It flies in peces, and deludes the Traytor.

Donu.

How mouingly could this fellow treat vpon

A worthy subiect, that findes such discourse

To grace a trifle!

Vitel.

Heere's a Picture Madame

The master pecce of Michael Angel [...],

Our great Italian workeman; heere's another

So perfit at all parts that had Pigmalion

Se [...]ne this, his prayers had beene made to Venus,

To haue giuen it life, and his Caru'd iuory Image

By poets nere remembred. They are indeed

The rarest beauties of the Christian world

And no where to be equal'd.

Donu.

You are partiall

In the cause of those you fauour I beleeue,

I instantly could shew you one, to theirs

Not much inferior.

Vitel.

With your pardon Madame

I am incredculous.

Donu.

[Page]

Can you match me this!

(Vnvailes her selfe.

Vitelli.

What wonder looke I on! I'll search aboue

And suddenly attend you.

Exit Vitelli.

Donu.

Are you amazde

[...]e bring you to your selfe.

Breakes the glasses.

Musta.

Ha [...] what's the matter!

Gaz.

My masters ware? We are vndone! O strange!

A Lady to turne rorer, and breake glasses

Tis time to shut vp shop then.

Musta,

You seeme mou'de.

If any Language of these Christian dogges

Haue call'd your anger on, in a frowne shew it

And they are dead already.

Donusa.

The offence

Lookes not so farre. The foolish p [...]ultrie fellow

Shew'd me some trifles, and demanded of me

For what I valew'd at so many aspers,

A thousand Duckets. I confesse he mou'd mee;

Yet I should wrong my selfe should such a begger

Receiue least losse from mee.

Mus.

Is it no more?

Donu.

No, I assure you. Bid him bring his bill

To morrow to the Palace and enquire

For one Donusa:

That word giues him passage through all the guard;

Say there he shall receiue full satisfaction.

Now when you please

Mus.

I waite you.

Exeunt Mustapha, Donusa, 2. Turkes.

1 Turke.

We must not know them, lets shift off & vanish.

Gaz.

The swines Pox ouertake you, theres a curse

For a Turke that eates no Hogs flesh.

Vitel.

Is she gone:

Gazet.

Yes you may see her handy-worke.

Vitel.

No matter.

Said she ought else?

Gaz.

That you should wait vpon her

And there receiue Court payment, and to passe

[Page] The guards, she bids you onely say you come

To one Donusa.

Vitel.

How! remoue the wares

Doe it without reply. The Sultans neece!

I haue heard among the Turkes for any Lady

To shew her face bare, argues loue, or speakes

Her deadly hatred. What should I feare, my fortune

Is suncke so low: there cannot fall vpon mee

Ought worth my shunning. I will run the hazard:

She may be a meanes to free distres'd Paulina.

Or if offended, at the worst, to die

Is a full period to calamitie.

The end of the first act.

Actus Secundus

Scena prima.

Enter Carazie, Manto.

Car.

In the name of wonder! Manto, what hath my Ladie

Done with her selfe since yesterday.

Manto.

I know not.

Malicious men report we are all guided

In our affections by a wandering Planet?

But such a suddaine change in such a person,

May stand for an example to confirme

Their false assertion.

Car.

Shee's now pettish, froward,

Musique, discourse, obseruance tedious to her.

Manto.

She slept not the last night: and yet preuented

The rising Sun in being vp before him.

Call'd for a costly Bath, then willd the roomes

Should be per [...]um'd; Ransackde her Cabinets

For her choyce, and richest Iewells: and appear [...]s now

Like Ci [...]hia in full glory, wayted on

By the fairest of the Stars.

Car,

Can you guesse the reason,

[Page] Why the Aga of the Ianizaries, and he

That guards the entrance of the inmost port

Were call'd before her.

Manto.

They are both her creatures,

And by her grace prefer'de, but I am ignorant

To what purpose they were sent for.

Enter Donusa.

Car.

Heere shee comes.

Full of sad thoughts: we must stand further off.

What a frowne was that!

Manto.

Forbeare.

Car.

I pittie her.

Donu.

What Magicque hath transform'd me from my selfe?

Where is my Virgin pride? How haue I lost

My boasted freedome? what new fire burnes vp

My scortched intrailes. What vnknowne desires

Inuade, and take possession of my soule;

All vertuous obiects vanish'd? Haue I stood

The shocke of fierce temptations, stopte mine eares

Against all Siren notes lust euer sung,

To drawe my barke of chastitie (that with wonder

Hath keept, a constant, and an honourd course.)

Into the gulfe of a deserude ill fame?

Now fall vnpittied? And in a moment

With mine owne hands digge vp a graue to burie

The monumentall heape of all my yeares,

Imployde in Noble actions? O my fate!

But there is no resisting. I obey thee

Imperious god of loue, and willingly

Put mine owne Petterson, to grace thy tryumph;

Twere therefore more then crueltie in thee

To vse me like a tyranne. What poore meanes

Must I make vse of now? And flatter such,

To vvhom; till I betrayde my libertie,

One gratious looke of mine, would haue erected

An altar to my seruice. How now Manto!

[Page] My euer carefull woman, and Carazie

Thou hast beene faithfull too.

Car.

I dare not call

My life mine owne since it is yours, but gladly

Will part with it: when ere you shall command mee,

And thinke I fall a Martir, so my death

May giue life to your pleasures.

Manto.

But vouchsafe

To let me vnderstand what you desire

Should be effected: I will vndertake it

And curse my selfe for Cowardice if I pausde

To aske a reason why.

Donu.

I am comforted,

In the tender of your seruice, but shall be

Confirm'd in my full ioyes, in the performance

Yet trust me: I will not impose vpon you

But what you stand ingagde for, to a Mistres,

(Such as I haue beene to you.) All I aske

Is faith, and secresie.

Car.

Say but you doubt me,

And to secure you I'le cut out my tongue

I am libde in the breech already.

Manto.

Doe not hinder

Your selfe by these delayes.

Donusa.

Thus then I Whisper

Mine owne shame to you.—O that I should blush

To speake what I so much desire to doe!

And further—

Whispers, and vses vehement actions.

Manto.

Is this all.

Donusa.

Thinke it not base

Although I know the office vndergoes

A course construction.

Car.

Course? 'tis but procuring

A smocke imploiment, which has made more Knights,

In a Countrie I could name, then twenty yeares

Of seruice in the field.

Donu.

[Page]

You haue my ends.

Manto.

Which say you haue arriu'de at, be not wanting

To your selfe, and feare not vs.

Car.

I know my burthen

I'le beare it with delight,

Manto.

Talke not, but doe.

Exeunt Carazie, Manto.

Do.

O Loue what poore shifts thou dost force vs too!

Exit Donusa.

Actus Secundus, Scena Secunda.

Enter Aga, Capiaga, Ianiz [...]es.

Aga.

She was euer our good Mistres, and our maker,

And should we checke at a little hazard for her,

Wee were vnthankefull.

Capiaga.

I dare pawne my head,

Tis some disguised Minion of the Court,

Sent from great Amurath, to learne from her

The Viceroys actions.

Aga.

That concernes not vs:

His fall may be our rise, what ere he bee

He passes through my guardes.

Cap.

And mine, prouided

Hee giue the word.

Enter Vitelli.

Vitel.

To [...]aynt now being thus far,

Would argue mee of Cowardice.

Aga.

Stand: the word.

Or being a Christian to presse thus far,

Forfeits thy life.

Vitelli.

Donusa.

Aga.

Pas [...]e in peace.

Exe [...]nt Aga, and [...]

Vi [...]

What a priuiledge her name beares.

Tis wonderous strange!

[Page] (The Captine of the Ianiz [...]ies,) If the great Officer

The guardian of the inner port denie not,

Cap,

Thy warrant: Speake,

Or thou art dead.

Vitel.

Donusa.

Capiaga.

That protects thee, without feare, Enter.

So: discharge the watch.

Exit Vitelli, Capiaga.

A Secundus Scena tertia.

Enter Carazie, Manto.

Car.

Though he hath past the Aga, and chiefe Porter

This cannot be the man.

Manto.

By her description I am sure it is.

Cara.

O women, women [...]

What are you? a great Lady dote vpon

A Haberdasher of small vvares [...]

Manto.

Pish, thou hast none.

Cara.

No, if I had I might haue seru'd the turne:

This tis to want munition vvhen a man

Should make a breach and Enter.

Enter Vitelli.

Manto.

Sir, you are vvellcome:

Thinke what tis to be happy and possesse it.

Car.

Perfume the Roomes there, and make way.

Let Musique with choyce notes entertaine the man,

The Princesse novv purposes to honour.

Vit.

I am rauish'd:

Exeunt.

Actus Secundus Scena Quarta.

A Table set forth, Ie [...]els and Bagges vpon it: loude Music [...] Enter Donusa, takes a chaire, to her Carazie, Vitelli, Manto.

Donusa,

Sing ore the Dittie, that I last composde

[Page] Vpon my Loue-sicke passions sute, your Voice

To the Musique thats plac'de yonder, we shall heare you

With more delght and pleasure.

Car.

I obey you.

Song.

Vitel.

Is not this Tempe, or the blessed shades,

Where innocent Spirits reside? Or doe I dreame,

And this a heauenly vision? Howsoeuer

It is a sight too glorious to behold

For such a vvretch as I am.

Stands amazde.

Car.

He is daunted.

Mant.

Speake to him Madam, cheere him vp, or you

Destroy what you haue builded.

Car.

Would I were furnishde

With his artillerie, and if I stood

Gaping as he does, hang me.

Vit.

That I might euer dreame thus.

kneeles.

Donu.

Banish amazement,

You, wake; your debtor tells you so, your debtor,

And to assure you that I am a substance

And no aaeriall figure, thus I raise you.

Why doe you shake? My soft touch brings no Ague,

No biting frost is in this palme: Nor are

My lookes like to the Gorgons head, that turne

Men into Statues, rather they haue power

(Or I haue been abusde) vvhere they bestow

Their influence (let me prooue it truth in you)

To g [...]ue to dead men motion.

Vitel.

Can this be?

May I beleeue my sences? Dare I thinke

I haue a memory? Or that you are

That excellent creature, that of late disdain'de not

To looke on my poore trifles.

Donu.

I am shee.

Vitell.

The owner of that blessed name Donusa,

Which like a potent charme, although pronounc'de

By my prophane, but much vnworthyer tongue,

[Page] Hath brought me safe to this forbidden place,

Where Christian yet ne're trode.

Donu.

I am the same.

Vitell.

And to what end, great Lady pardon me,

That I presume to aske, did your command

Command me hither? or what am I? to vvhom

You should vouchsafe your fauours; nay, your angers?

If any wilde or vncollected speech

Offensiuely deliuer'd, or my doubt

Of your vnknowne perfections, haue displeasde you,

You wrong your indignation, to pronounce

Your selfe my sentence: to haue seene you onely,

And to haue touchde that fortune-making hand,

Will with delight waigh downe all tortures, that

A flinty hangmans rage could execute,

Or rigide tyranny command with pleasure.

Donu.

How the aboundance of good flowing to thee,

Is vvrongde in this simplicitie: and these bounties

Which all our [...]asterne Kings haue kneeld in vaine for,

Doe by thy ignorance, or vvilfull feare,

Meete vvith a false construction. Christian, know

(For till thou art mine by a neerer name,

That title though abhord here, takes not from

Thy entertainement) that tis not the fashion

Among the greatest and the fairest Dames,

This Turkish Empire gladly owes, and bowes to:

To punish vvhere theres no offence, or nourish

Displeasures against those, vvithout who [...]e mercie

They part vvith all felicity. Prethee be vvise,

And gently vnderstand mee; Doe not force her

That ne're knew ought but to command, not ere read

The elements of affection, but from such

As gladly sude to her, in the infancie

Of her new borne desires, to be at once

Importunate, and immodest.

Vitel.

Did I know.

[Page] Great Lady your commands, or to what purpose

This personated passion tends, (since twere

A crime in mee deseruing death, to thinke

It is your owne: I should to make you sport

Take any shape you please to impose vpon me:

And with ioy striue to serue you.

Donu.

Sport? thou art cruell,

If that thou canst interpret my descent,

From my high byrth and greatnesse? But to be

A part in which I truely acte my selfe.

And I must hold thee for a dull spectator

If it stirre not affection, and inuite

Compassion for my sufferings. Be thou taught

By my example, to make satisfaction

For wrongs vniustly offer'd. Willingly

I doe confesse my fault; [...] iniurd thee

In some poore pettie trifles; Thus I pay for

The trespasse I did to thee. Here recei [...]e

These baggs stuft full of our imperiall coyne,

Or if this payment be too light, take heere

These Iems for which the slauish Indian diue [...]

To the bottome of the Maine? Or if thou scorne

These as base drosse (which take but common minds)

But fancie any honour in my guift

(Which is vnbounded as the Sultans Power)

And bee possest of't.

Vitel.

I am ouerwhelm'd:

With the weight of happinesse you throwe vpon me.

Nor can it fall in my imagination,

What wrong I ere haue done you: and much lesse

How like a Royall Marchant to returne

Your great magnificence.

Donu.

They are degrees,

Not ends of my intended fauors to thee.

These seeds of bountie I yet scatter on

A glebe I haue not tride, but be thou thankefull

The haruest is to come.

Vitel.

[Page]

What can be added

To that which I already haue recieu'd,

I cannot comprehend.

Donusa.

The tender of

Myselfe. Why dost thou start! and in that guift,

Full restitution of that Virgin freedome

Which thou hast rob'd mee of. Yet I professe

I so farre prize the louely theefe that stole it,

That were it possible thou couldest restore

What thou vnwittingly hast rauisht from me,

I should refuse the present.

Vitelli.

How I shake

In my constant resolution [...] and my flesh

Rebellious to my better part now tells me,

As if it were a strong defence of frailtie.

A Hermit in a desert trenchd with prayers

Could not resist this batterie.

Donu.

Thou an Italian?

Nay more I know't, a naturall Venetian,

Such as are Courtiers borne to please fayre Ladies,

Yet come thus slowely on?

Vitel.

Excuse me Madame,

What imputation so ere the world

Is pleasde to lay vpon vs: in my selfe

I am so innocent that I know not what tis

That I should offer.

Donusa.

By instinct I'le teach thee,

And with such ease as loue makes me to aske it.

When a young Lady wrings you by the hand thus,

Or with an amorous touch presses your foote

Lookes babies in your eyes, playes with your locks,

Doe not you find without a tutors helpe

What tis she lookes for.

Vitelli.

I am growne already

Skilfull in the mysterie.

Donu.

Or if thus she kisse you,

Then tast's your lips againe.

Vitel.

[Page]

That latter blow

Has beate all chaste thoughts from me.

Donu.

Say she poynts to

Some priuate roome, the Sunne beames neuer enters,

Prouoking dishes, passing by to heighten

Declined appetite, actiue Musicque vshering

Your faynting steps, the wayters too as borne dumbe,

Not daring to looke on you.

Exit, inuiting him to follow.

Vitelli.

Though the Diuell

Stood by, and rorde, I follow: now I finde

That Vertue's but a word, and no sure garde

If set vpon by beauty, and reward.

Exeunt.

Actus Secundus, Scaena Quinta.

Enter Aga, Capiaga, Grimaldi, Master, Boteswaine, &c.

Aga.

The Diuels in him [...] thinke.

Gri.

Let him be damn'd too

Ile looke on him though he stard as wild as hell,

Nay Ile goe neere to tell him to his teeth

If he mends not suddenly, and prooues more thankefull,

We doe him too much seruice, were't not for shame now

I could turne honest and forsweare my trade,

Which next to being trust vp at the maine yard

By some low cuntrey butterbox, I hate

As deadly as I doe fasting, or long grace

When meate cooles on the table.

Capi.

But take heede,

You know his violent nature.

Gri.

Let his Whores

And Catamites, know't, I vnderstand my selfe,

And how vnmanly tis to sit at home

And rayle at vs, that run abroad all hazards:

If euery weeke we bring not home new pillage,

For the fatting his Serraglio.

Enter Asamb [...]g, Mustapha.

Aga.

[Page]

Heere he comes.

Capi.

How terrible he lookes?

Gri.

To such as feare him:

The viceroy Asambeg were he the Sultans selfe

He will let vs know a reason for his fury,

Or we must take leaue without his allowance

To be merry with our ignorance.

Asam.

Mahomets hell

Light on you all, you chrouch, and cringe now, where

Was the terrour of my iust frownes, when you suffered

Those theeues of Malta, almost in our harbor

To board a ship, and beare her safely off,

While you stood idle lookers on?

Aga.

The ods

In the men and shipping, and the suddainnesse

Of their departure yeelding vs no leasure

To send forth others to relieue our owne,

Deterd vs mighty Sir.

Asam.

Deterde you cowards?

How durst you only entertaine the knowledge

Of vvhat feare vvas, but in the not performance

Of our command? in me great Amurah spake,

My voyce did eccho to your eares his thunder,

And wild you like so many Seaborne-Tritons,

Arm'd onely vvith the Trumpets of your courage,

To swimme vp to her, and like Remoras.

Hanging vpon her keele, to stay her flight

Till rescue sent from vs, had fetcht you off,

You thinke you are safe now; who durst but dispute it

Or make it questionable, if this moment

I charg'd you from you hanging cliffe, that glasses

His rugged forhead in the neighbour lake,

To throw your selues downe headlong? or like fago [...]s

To fill the ditches of defended Forts,

While on your backs we march'd vp to the breac

Gri.

That vvould not I.

Asam.

Ha?

Gri.

Yet I dare as much

[Page] As any of the Sultans boldest sonnes,

(Whose heauen, and hell, hang on his frowne, or smile,)

His vvarlike Ianisaries.

Asam.

Adde one syllable more

Thou doest pronounce vpon thy selfe a sentence

That earthquake-like vvill swallow the

Gri.

Let it open,

Ile stand the hazard, those contemned theeues

Your fellow Pirats Sir, the bold Malteze

Whom with your lookes you thinke to quell, at Rhodes

Laugh'de at great Solymans anger: and if treason

Had not deliuerde them into his power,

Hee had growne olde in glory as in yeeres.

At that so fatall siege, or risne with shame

His hopes, and threates deluded.

Asambeg.

Our great Prophet

How haue I lost my anger, and my Power [...]

Grima.

Find it and vse it on thy flatterers:

And not vpon thy friends that dare speake truth,

These Knights of Malta but a handfull to

Your armies that drinke riuers vp, haue stood

Your furie at the height, and with their crosses

Strooke pale your horned moones; These men of Malta

Since I tooke pay from you, I haue met and fought with.

Vpon aduantage too. Yet to speake truth

By the soule of honor, I haue euer found them

As prouident to direct, and bold to doe

As any traynde vp in your discipline:

Rauishde from other nations.

Mus.

I perceiue

The lightning in his fierie lookes, the cloude

Is broke already.

Gri.

Thinke not therefore sir,

That you alone are Giants, and such Pigmies

You war vpon.

Asam.

Villaine Ile make thee know

Thou hast blasphemde the Ottoman power, and safer

[Page] At noone day might haue giuen fire to St Markes

Your proud Venetian Temple. Ceize vpon him;

I am not so neere reconcild to him

To bid him die: that were a benefit

The dog's vnworthy off, to our vse confiscate

All that he stands possesde of: Let him tast

The miserie of want, and his vaine riots

Like to so many walking Ghosts affright him

Where ere he sets his desperate foote. Who is't

That does command you?

Grimal.

Is this the reward

For all my seruice, and the rape I made

On fayre Paulina.

Asam.

Drag him hence, he dies

That dallies but a minute.

Botes.

What's become

Grimaldi dragde off, his head couered. Exeunt Master and Boatswaine.

Of our shares now Master.

Must.

Would he had been borne dumbe:

The beggers cure, patience is all that's left vs.

Maust.

Twas but intemperance of speech, excuse him

Let me preuaile so far. Fame giues him out

For a deseruing fellow.

Asam.

At Aleppo

I durst not presse you so far, giue me leaue

To vse my owne will and command in Tunis

And if you please my priuacie.

Musta.

I will see you

When this high wind's blowne ore.

Exit Mustapha.

Asam.

So shall you find me

Ready to doe you seruice. Rage now leaue me

Sterne lookes, and all the ceremonious formes

Attending on dread Maiestie, flie from

Transformed Asambeg, why should I hug

plucks out a guilt key.

So neere my hart, what leades me to my prison?

Where she that is inthrald commands her keeper,

And robs me of the fiercenesse I was borne with.

Stout men quake at my frownes, and in returne

[Page] I tremble at her softnesse. Base Grimaldi

But only nam'd Paulina, and the charme

Had almost chok'd my fury ere I could

Pronounce his sentence. Would when first I saw her

Mi [...] eyes had met with lightning, and in place

Of hearing her inchanting tongue, the shrikes

Of Mandrakes had made musicke to my slumbers,

For now I only walke a louing dreame

And but to my dishonour neuer vvake,

And yet am blind, but vvhen I see the obiect,

And madly dote on it. Appeare bright sparke

opens a doore, Paulina discouerd comes forth.

Of all perfection: any si [...]ile

Borow'd from Diamonds, or the fayrest stars

To helpe me to expresse, how deere I prize

The vnmatcht graces, vvill rise vp and chide me

For poore detraction.

Pau.

I despise thy flatteries

Thus spit at'em, and scorne 'em, and being arm'd

In the assurance of my innocent vertue

I stampe vpon all doubts, all feares, all tortures

Thy barbarous cruelty, or vvhat's vvorse, thy dotage

(The vvorthy parent of thy iealousie)

Can showre vpon me.

Asam.

If these bitter taunts

Rauish me from my selfe, and make me thinke

My greedy eares receiue Angelicall sounds,

How vvould this tongue tunde to a louing note

Inuade, and take possession of my soule

Which then I durst not call mine owne.

Pau.

Thou art false,

Falser then thy religion. Doe but thinke me

Something aboue a beast; nay more, a monster,

Would fright the Sun to looke on, and then tell me

If this base vsage, can inuite affection?

If to be mewde vp, and excluded from

Humane society; the vse of pleasures;

The necessary, not superfluous duties

[Page] Of seruants to discharge those offices,

I blush to name.

Asam.

Of seruants? can you thinke

That I that dare not trust the eie of Heauen

To looke vpon your beauties, that denie

My selfe the happenesse to touch your purenesse

Will ere consent an Eunuch, or bought handmaid

Shall once approch you? there is something in you

That can worke Miracles, or I am consende,

Dispose and alter sexes. To my vvrong

In spite of nature. I will be your nurse,

Your woman, your physitian, and your foole,

Till with your free consent, which I haue vowde

Neuer to force, you grace me with a name

That shall supplie all these.

Paul.

What is't?

Asa.

Your husband.

Pau.

My hangman when thou pleasest.

Asam.

Thus I garde me,

Against your further angers.

Puts to the doore and lockes it.

Paul.

Which shall reach thee

Though I were in the Center.

Asam.

Such a spirit

In such a small proportion I nere reade of

Which time must alter, rauish her I dare not

The magique that she weares about her necke,

I thinke defends her, this deuotion payde

To this sweete Saint, mistresse of my sower payne

Tis fit I take mine owne rough shape againe.

Exit Asambeg.

Actus Secundus, Scaena Sexta.

Enter Franciso, Gazet.

Fran.

I thinke hee's lost.

Gazet.

Tis ten to one of that,

[Page] I nere knew Cittizen turne Courtier yet,

But he lost his credit, though he sau'd himselfe

Why, looke you sir, there are so many lobbies,

Out offices, and disputations heere

Behind these Turkish hangings, that a Christian

Hardly gets off but circumcised.

Fran.

I am troublde

Enter Vitelli, Carazie, Manto,

Troublde exceedingly. Ha! vvhat are these?

Gaz.

One by his rich sute should bee some french Embassador

For his trayne I thinke they are Turkes.

Fran.

Peace, be not seene.

Cara.

You are now past all the gards, and vndiscouerd

You may returne.

Vitel.

There's for your paynes, forget not

My humblest seruice to the best of Ladies.

Manto.

Deserue her fauour sir, in making haste

For a second entertainement.

Vitel.

Doe not doubt me,

Exeunt Carazi, Manto.

I shall not liue till then.

Gaz.

The trayne is vanish'd

They haue done him some good office hee's so free

And liberall of his gold. Ha, doe I dreame,

Or is this mine owne naturall Master;

Fran.

Tis he,

But strangely metamorphosde. You haue made sir.

A prosperous voyage, heauen grant it be honest,

I shall reioyce then too.

Gaz.

You make him blush

To talke of honesty, you were but now

In the giuing vaine, and may thinke of Gazet

Your worships prentice.

Vitel.

There's gold, be thou free too

And Master of my shop, and all the wares

Wee brought from Venice.

Gaz.

Riuo then.

Vitel.

Deere sir

This place affords not priuacie for discourse

[Page] But I can tell you wonders, my rich habit

Deserues least admiration; thers nothing

That can fall in the compasse of your wishes

Though it were to redeeme a thousand slaues

From the Turkish gallies, or at home to erect

Some pious worke, to shame all Hospitalls,

But I am master of the meanes.

Fran.

Tis strange.

Vitel.

As I vvalke Ile tell you more.

Gaz.

Pray you a word Sir,

And then I will put on. I haue one boone more.

Vitel.

What is't? speake freely [...]

Gaz.

Thus then, as I am Master

Of your Shop, and vvares, pray you help me to some trucking

With your last shee customer, though shee cracke my best peece

I vvill indure it with patience.

Vitel.

Leaue your prating.

Gaz.

I may, you haue beene doing, we will doe too.

Fran.

I am amazde, yet will nor blame, nor chide you,

Till you informe me further. Yet must say

They steere not the right course, nor trafficke well,

That seeke a passage to reach Heauen, through Hell.

Exeunt

Actus Tertius.

Scaena prima,

Enter Donusa, Manto.

Donusa.

When said he, he vvould come againe?

Manto.

He swore,

Short Minutes should be tedious Ages to him,

Vntill the tender of his second seruice,

So much he seemde transported with the first.

Donu.

I am sure I was. I charge thee Manto tell me

By all my fauors, and my bounties truely

[Page] Whether thou art a Virgin, or like me

Hast forfeited that name.

Manto.

A Virgine Madame?

At my yeeres being a wayting-woman, and in Court to?

That were miraculous. I so long since lost

That barren burthen, I almost forget

That euer I was one.

Donu.

And could thy friends

Reade in thy face, thy ma [...]denhead gone, that thou

Hadst parted with it?

Manto.

Noe indeed. I past

For currant many yeeres after, till by fortune,

Long and continewed practise in the sport

Blew vp my decke, a husband then was found out

By my indulgent father, and to the world

All was made whole againe. What neede you feare then

That at your pleasure may repayre your honour

Durst any enuious, or malitious tongue,

Presume to taint it?

Donu.

How now?

Enter Carazie.

Cara.

Madam, the Basha

Humbly desires accesse.

Donu.

If it had beene

My neate Italian, thou hadst met my vvishes.

Tell him we would be priuate.

Cara.

So I did,

But he is much importunate.

Manto.

Best dispatch him

His lingring heere else will deter the other,

From making his approch.

Donu.

His entertainement

Shall not inuite a second visit, goe

Say we are pleasde.

Enter Mustapha.

Musta.

All happinesse.

Donu.

Bee suddaine

[Page] T'was sawcie rudenesse in you sir to presse

On my retirements, but ridiculous folly

To vvast the time that might be better spent

In complementall vvishes.

Cara.

There's a coolling

For his hot encounter.

Donu.

Come you heere to stare?

If you haue lost your tongue, and vse of speech,

Resigne your gouernment, there's a mutes place voyde

In my vncles Court I heare, and you may worke me

To vvrite for your preferment.

Musta.

This is strange!

I know not Madam, what neglect of mine

Has calde this scorne vpon me.

Donu.

To the purpose

My will's a reason, and we stand not bound

To yeeld account to you.

Must.

Not of your angers,

But with erected eares I should heare from you

The story of your good opinion of me

Confirmde by loue, and fauours.

Donu.

How deseru'd?

I haue consider'd you from head to foote,

And can find nothing in that waynscote face,

That can teach me to dote, nor am I taken

With your grimme aspect, or toadepoole-like complexion,

Those scarres you glorie in, I feare to looke on;

And had much rather heare a merrie tale

Then all your battayles wonne with blood and sweate,

Though you belch forth the stincke too, in the seruice,

And sweare by your Mustachios all is true.

You are yet too rough for me, purge and take physicke,

Purchase perfumers, get me some French taylor,

To new create you; the first shape you were made with

Is quite worne out, let your barbar wash your face too,

You looke yet like a bugbeare to fright children,

[Page] Till when I take my leaue, wayte me Carazie.

Exeunt

Must.

Stay you my Ladies Cabinet key.

Donu. Car.

Mant.

How's this sir?

Must.

Stay and stand quietly, or you shall fall else,

Not to firke your belly vp flounder like, but neuer

To rise againe. Offer but to vnlocke

These dores that stop your fugitiue tongue (obserue me)

And by my fury, I'll fixe there this bolte

To barre thy speech for euer. So, be safe now

And but resolue me, not of what I doubt

But bring assurance to a thing beleeu'd,

Thou mak'st thy selfe a fortune, not depending

On the vncertaine fauours of a Mistresse,

But art thy selfe one. I'll not so far question

My iudgement, and obseruance, as to aske

Why I am slighted, and contemnde, but in

Whose fauour it is done. I that haue read

The copious volumes of all womens falsehood,

Commented on by the heart breaking groanes

Of abusde louers, all the doubts washde off

With fruitlesse teares, the Spiders oobweb vayle

Of arguments, alleadge in their defence,

Blowne off with sighs of desperate men, and they

Appearing in their full deformitie:

Know that some other hath displanted me,

With her dishonor. Has she giuen it vp?

Confirme it in two sillables?

Manto.

She has.

Musta.

I cherish thy confession thus, and thus,

giues her iewels.

Bee mine, againe I court thee thus, and thus

Now prooue but constant to my ends.

Manto.

By all—

Must.

Enough, I dare not doubt thee. O land Corcodiles

Made of AEgyptian stime, accursed women!

But tis no time to rayle: come my best Manto.

Exeunt

[Page]

Actus tertius, Scaena Secunda.

Enter Vitelli, Francisco.

Vitel

Sir, as you are my confessor, you stand bound

Not to reueale what euer I discouer

In that Religious way: nor dare I doubt you.

Let it suffice, you haue made me see my follies,

And wrought perhaps compunction; For I would not

Appeare an Hyppocrite. But when you impose

A penance on me, beyond flesh, and blood

To vndergoe: you must instructe me how

To put off the condition of a man:

Or if not pardon, at the least, excuse

My disobedience. Yet despayre not sir,

For though I take mine owne way, I shall doe

Something that may hereafter to my glory,

Speake me your Scholler.

Fran.

I inioyne you not

To goe, but send.

Vitel.

That were a pettie triall

Not worth one so long taught, and exercisde

Vnder so graue a master. Reuerende Francisco

My friend, my father, in that word, my all;

Rest confident, you shall heare something of mee

That will redeeme me in your good opinion,

Or iudge me lost for euer. Send Gazet

(Shee shall giue order that hee may haue enterance)

To acquaint you with my fortunes.

Exit Vitelli.

Fran.

Goe and prosper,

Holy Saints guide and strengthen thee. Howsoeuer

As my endeauours are, so may they find

Gracious acceptance.

Enter Gazet, Grimaldi, in raggs.

Gaz.

Now you doe not rore sir

[Page] You speake not tempests, nor take eare-rent from

A poore shopkeeper. Doe you remember that sir,

I vveare your marks heere still.

Fran.

Can this be possible?

All vvonders are not ceas'd then.

Grimal.

Doe, abuse me,

Spit on me, spurne me, pull me by the nose,

Thrust out these fiery eies, that yesterday

Would haue lookde thee dead.

G [...]az.

O saue me sir.

G [...]i.

Feare nothing,

I am tame, and quiet, there's noe vvrong can force me

To remember vvhat I vvas. I haue forgot,

[...]ere had irefull fiercenesse, a steelde heart,

Insensible of compassion to others,

Nor is it fit that I should thinke my selfe

Worth mine owne pittie, Oh.

Fran.

Growes this deiection,

From his disgrace doe you say?

Gaz.

Why hees cassherde sir,

His ships, his goods, his liuery-puncks confiscate,

And there is such a punishment laid vpon him,

The miserable rogue must steale no more,

Nor drinke, nor drab.

Fran.

Does that torment him?

Gazet.

O Sir!

Should the State take order to bar men of acres,

From those two laudable recreations,

Drinking, and vvhoring, how should Panders purchase,

Or thrifty Whores build Hospitals? slid if I

That since I am made free, may write my selfe,

A Citty gallant, should forfeit two such charters

I should be ston'd to death, and nere be pittied,

By the li [...]eries of those companies.

Fran.

You'll be whip'd sir,

If you bridle not your tongue. Haste to the Palace

Your Master lookes for you.

Ga [...].

My quondam Master,

[Page] Rich sonnes forget they euer had poore fathers,

In seruants tis more pardonable; as a companion,

Or so, I may consent, but is there hope sir,

He has got me a good chapwoman? pray you write

A word or two in my behalfe.

Fran.

Out rascall.

Gaz,

I feele some insurrections.

Fran.

Hence.

Gaz.

I vanish.

Exit Gazet.

Gri.

Why should I study a defence, or comfort?

In whom blacke guilt, and misery if ballanc'd,

I know not which would turne the scale, looke vpward

I dare not, for should it but be beleeu'd,

That I (dide deepe in hells most horrid colours,)

Should dare to hope for mercy, it would leaue

No checke or feeling, in men innocent

To catch at sinnes, the diuell nere taught mankind yet,

No, I must downeward, downeward, though repentance

Could borrow all the glorious wings of grace,

My mountainous waight of sins, would cracke their pinions,

And sincke them to hell with me.

Fran.

Dreadfull! heare me,

Thou miserable man.

Grima.

Good sir deny not,

But that there is no punishment beyond

Damnation.

Enter Master, Boteswaine.

Master.

Yonder he is, I pitty him.

Botes.

Take comfort Captaine, we liue still to serue you,

Gri.

Serue me? I am a diuell already, leaue me,

Stand further off, you are blasted else, I haue heard

Schoolemen affirme mans body is compos'd

Of the foure elements, and as in league together

They nourish life; So each of them affords

Liberty to the soule, when it growes wearie

Of this fleshie prison. Which shall I make choice of?

The fire? n (I shall feele that heereafter)

The earth will not receiue me [...] Should some whirlewind

[Page] Snatch me into the ayre: and I hang there,

Perpetuall plagues would dwell vpon the earth.

And those superior bodies that powre downe

Their cheerefull influence denie to passe it,

Through those vast regions I haue infected.

The (Sea) I that is iustice there, I ploude vp

Mischiefe as deepe as Hell there: there l'le hide

This cursed lumpe of clay may it turne Rocks

Where plummets weight could neuer reach the sands.

And grinde the ribs of all such barkes as presse

The Oceans breast in my vnlawfull course.

I haste then to thee, let thy rauenous wombe

Whom all things else denie, be now my tombe.

Exit Gri.

Master.

Follow him and restraine him.

Fran.

Let this stand

For an example to you. I'le prouide

A lodging for him, and apply such cures

To his wounded conscience, as heauen hath lent mee.

Hee's now my second care: and my profession

Bindes me to teach the desperate to repent

As farre as to confirme the innocent.

Exeunt.

Actus tertius, Scaena tertia.

Enter Asambeg, Mustapha, Aga, Capiaga.

Asambeg.

Your pleasure,

Mus.

I'will exact your priuate eare,

And when you haue receiude it, you will thinke

Too many know it.

Exeunt Aga, Capiaga.

Asambeg.

Leaue the roome, but bee

Within our call. Now sir, what burning secret brings you

(With which it seemes you are turnde Cynders)

To quench in my aduise, or power?

Mustapha.

The fire

Will rather reach you.

Asam.

[Page]

Mee?

Musta.

And consume both,

For tis impossible to be put out

But with the blood of those that kindle it:

And yet one viall of it is so pretious,

It being borrow'd from the Ottoman spring,

That better tis I thinke, both vve should perish

Then proue the desperate meanes that must restraine it,

From spreading further.

Asam.

To the poynte, and quickely.

These vvinding circumstances in relations

Seldome enuiron truth.

Musta.

Truth Asambeg?

Asam.

Truth Mustapha. I sayd it, and adde more

You touch vpon a string that to my eare,

Do's sound Donusa.

Musta.

You then vnderstand

Who tis I aime at.

Asam.

Take heed Mustapha,

Remember what she is, and whose we are;

Tis her neglect perhaps, that you complaine of,

And should you practise to reuenge her scorne,

With any plot to taynt her in her honor,

Musta.

Heare mee.

Asam.

I will be heard first, there's no tongue

A subiect owes, that shall out thunder mine.

Musta.

Well take your way.

Asam.

I then againe repeate it

If Mustapha dares with malitious breath

(On iealous suppositions) presume

To blast the blossome of Donusas Fame

Because he is denide a happinesse

Which men of equall, nay of more desert,

Haue su'd in vaine for.

Musta.

More?

Asam.

More. Twas I spake it,

The Basha of Natolia and my selfe

[Page] Were Riualls for her, either of vs brought

More Victories, more Trophies, to pleade for vs

To our great Master, then you dare lay claime to,

Yet still by his allowance she was left

To her election, each of vs ow'd nature

As much for outward forme, and inward vvorth

To make vvay for vs to her grace and fauour,

As you brought with you. We vvere heard, repuls'd

Yet thought it no dishonour to sit downe,

With the disgrace; if not to force affection,

May merit such a name.

Musta.

Haue you done yet?

Asa.

Be therfore more then sure the ground on which

You rayse your accusation, may admit

No vndermining of defence in her,

For if with pregnant and apparent proofes [...]

Such as may force a iudge, more then inclin'd

Or partiall in her cause to sweare her guilty;

You win not me to set off your beleefe,

Neither our ancient friendship, nor the rites,

Of sacred hospitality (to which

I would not offer violence) shall protect you:

Now vvhen you please.

Must.

I will not dwell vpon

Much circumstance, yet cannot but professe

With the assurance of a loyalty,

Equall to yours, the reuerence I owe,

The Sultan, and all such his blood makes sacred;

That there is not a veyne of mine vvhich yet is

Vnemptied in his seruice, but this moment

Should freely open, so it might vvash off

The staynes of her dishonor, could you thinke?

Or though you saw it credit your owne eyes?

That she, the wonder and amazement of

Her sex, the pride, and glory of the empire,

That hath disdain'd you, sleighted me, and boasted

A frozen coldnesse which no appetite,

[Page] Or height of blood could thaw, should now so far

Be hurried vvith the violence of her lust,

As in it burying her high birth and fame,

Basely descend to fill a Christians armes

And to him yeeld her Virgin honour vp,

Nay sue to him to take't.

Asam.

A Christian?

Must.

Temper

Your admiration: and vvhat Christian thinke you?

No Prince disguis'd; no man of marke, nor honour,

No daring vndertaker in our seruice,

But one vvhose lips her foote should scorne to touch,

A poore Mechanicke-Pedler.

Asam.

Hee?

Must.

Nay more,

Whom doe you thinke she made her scout, nay baude,

To finde him out but me? What place makes choyce of

To wallow in her foule and lothsome pleasures,

But in the pallace? Who the instruments

Of close conueyance, but the captaine of

Your gard the Aga, and that man of trust

The warden of the inmost port? I'll proue this,

And though I fayle to shew her in the act,

Glew'd like a neighing Gennet to her Stallion,

Your incredulity shall be conuinc'd

With proofes I blush to thinke on.

Asam.

Neuer yet,

This flesh felt such a feuer, by the life

And fortune of great Amura'h, should our prophet

(Whose name I bow to) in a vision speake this,

T'would make me doubtfull of my faith: leade on,

And when my eies, and eares, are like yours, guilty,

My rage shall then appeare, for I will doe

Something; but what, I am not yet determin'd.

Exeunt.

[Page]

Actus Tertius, Scaena Quarta.

Enter Carazie, Manto, Gazet.

Carazie.

They are priuate to their wishes,

Mant.

Doubt it not.

Gaz.

A prettie structure this! a court doe you call it?

Valted and arch'd: O heere has beene old iumbling

Behind this arras.

Car.

Prethee let's haue some sport,

With this fresh Codshead.

Manto.

I am out of tune,

But doe as you please. My conscience [...] tush the hope

Of liberty throwes that burthen off,

I must goe watch, and make discouery.

Exit.

Cara.

He's musing,

And vvill talke to himselfe, he cannot hold,

The poore foole's rauish'd.

Gazet.

I am in my masters clothes,

They fit me to a hayre too, let but any

Indifferent gamester measure vs inch, by inch,

Or vvaigh vs by the standard, I may passe

I haue beene prou'd, and prou'd againe, true mettall.

Car.

How he suruayes himselfe.

Gaz.

I haue heard that some

Haue feol'd themselues at Court into good fortunes,

That neuer hop'd to thriue by wit in the City,

Or honesty in the Countrey. If I doe not

Make the best laugh at me, he weepe for my selfe,

If they giue me hearing. Tis resolu [...]d I' [...] trie

What may be done. By your fauour [...]ir, I pray you

Were you borne a Courtier?

Cara.

No sir, vvhy doe you aske?

Gaz.

Because I thought that none could be preferd,

[Page] But such as were begot there.

Car.

O sir! many, and howsoere you are a Citizen borne,

Yet if your mother vvere a handsome vvoman,

And euer long'd to see a Maske at Court,

It is an euen lay but that you had

A Courtier to your Father; and I thinke so;

You beare your selfe so sprightly.

Gaz.

It may be,

But pray you sir, had I such an itch vpon me

To change my coppy, is there hope a place

May be had heere for money?

Car.

Not without it

That I dare vvarrant you.

Gaz.

I haue a pretty stocke,

And vvould not haue my good parts vndiscouer'd,

What places of credit are there?

Car.

There's your Beglerbeg.

Gaz.

By no meanes that, it comes to neere the begger

And most prooue so that come there.

Car.

Or your Sanzacke.

Gaz.

Saus-iacke fie none of that.

Car.

Your Chiaus.

Gaz.

Not that.

Car.

Chiefe Gardiner.

Gaz.

Out vpon't,

Twill put me mind my Mother was an herb-woman,

What is your place I pray you?

Car.

Sir an Euenuch.

Gaz.

An Euenuch! very fine, I faith, an Euenuch!

And what are your employments? neate and easie.

Car.

In the day [...] waite on my Lady when she eates,

Carry her pantophles, beare vp her trayne

Sing her asleepe at night, and when she pleases

I am her bedfellow.

Gaz [...]

How? her bedfellow,

And lye with her?

Car.

Yes, and lye with her.

Gaz.

[Page]

O rare!

Ile be an Eunuch, though I sell my shop for't

And all my wares.

Car.

It is but parting with

A precious stone or two. I know the price on't.

Gaz.

Ile part with all my stones, and vvhen I am

An Eunuch, Ile so tosse and towse the Ladies;

Pray you helpe me to a chapman.

Car.

The court Surgion

Shall doe you that fauour.

Gaz.

I am made! an Eunuch!

Enter Manto.

Manto.

Carazie, quit the roome.

Car.

Come sir, wee'll treat of

Your businesse further.

Gaz.

Excellent! an Eunuch!

Exeunt.

Actus Tertius. Scaena Quinta.

Enter Donusa, Vitelli.

Vitelli,

Leaue me, or I am lost againe, no prayers,

No penitence, can redeeme me.

Donusa.

Am I growne

Olde, or deform'd since yesterday?

Vitel.

You are still,

Although the sating of your lust hath sullied

The imaculate whitenesse of your Virgin beauties,

Too fayre for me to looke on. And though purenesse,

The sword with which you euer fought, and conquer'd,

Is rauish'd from you by vnchaste desires,

You are too strong for flesh and blood to treat with,

Though iron grates were interpos'd betweene vs,

To warrant me from treason.

Donusa.

Whom doe you feare?

Vitel.

That humane frailety I tooke from my mother,

[Page] That, as my youth increas'd, grew stronger on me,

That still pursues me, and though once recouer'd

In scorne of reason, and what's more, religion,

A gaine seekes to betray me.

Donusa.

If you meane sir,

To my embraces, you turne rebell to

The lawes of nature, the great Queene, and Mother

Of all productions, and denie alleageance.

Where you stand bound to pay it.

Vitel.

I will stoppe

Mine eares against these charmes, which if Vlysses

Could liue againe, and he are this second Siren,

Though bound with Cables to his Mast, his Ship too

Fasten'd with all her Anchors, this inchantment

Would force him in despite of all resistance,

To leape into the Sea, and follow her,

Although destruction with outstretch'd armes,

Stood ready to receaue him.

Donusa.

Gentle sir,

Though you deny to heare me, yet vouchsafe

To looke vpon me. Though I vse no language

The griefe for this vnkind repulse, will print

Such a dumbe eloquence vpon my face,

As will not onely pleade, but preuaile for me.

Vitelli,

I am a cowar'd, I will see and heere you,

The triall else is nothing, Nor the conquest,

My temperance shall crowne me with heereafter,

Worthy to be remembred. Vp my vertue

And holy thoughts, and resolutions arme me,

Against this fierce temptation; giue me voyce

Tun'd to a zealous anger to expresse

At what an ouerualue I haue purchas'd,

The vvanton treasure of your Virgin bounties,

That in their false fruition heape vpon me

Despayre, and horror; that I could with that ease

Redeeme my forfeit innocence, or cast vp

The poyson I receiu'd into my entrayles,

[Page] From the alluring cup of your inticements

As now I doe deliuer backe the price,

returnes the Casket.

And salarie of your lust: or thus vncloth me

Of sins gay trappings, (the proud liuery

Throwes off his cloke and doublet.

Of wicked pleasure) which but worn, and heated

With the fire of entertaynement, and consent,

Like to Alcides fatall shirt, teares off

Our flesh, and reputation both together,

Leauing our vlcerous follies bare, and open,

To all malicious censure.

Donu.

You must grant,

If you hold that a losse to you, mine equals,

If not transcends it. If you then first tasted

That poyson as you call it, I brought with me

A palat vnacquainted with the rellish

Of those delights which most (as I haue heard)

Greedily swallow; and then the offence

(If my opinion may be beleeu'd)

Is not so greate: how ere, the wrong no more

Then if Hippolli [...] and the Virgin Huntresse,

Should meete and kisse together.

Vitel.

What defences

Can lust rayse to maintaine a precipice

Asambeg and Musta. aboue

To the Abisse of loosenes? but affords not

The least stayre, or the fastening of one foote,

To reascend that glorious height we fell from.

Musta.

By Mahomet she courts him.

Asam.

Nay kneeles to him;

Obserue the scornefull villaine turnes away too,

As glorying in his conquest.

Donu.

Are you Marble?

kneeles

If Christians haue mothers, sure they share in

The tigresse fiercenesse, for if you were owner

Of humane pitty, you could not indure

A Princes to kneele to you, or looke on

These falling teares which hardest rocks would soften,

And yet remaine vnmou'd. Did you but giue me

[Page] A tast of happinesse in your embraces

That the remembrance of the sweetenesse of it

Might leaue perpetuall bitternes behind it?

Or shew'd me vvhat it vvas to be a vvife,

To liue a vvidow euer?

Asam.

She has confest it;

Enter Capiaga, Aga, with others.

Ceise on him villaines. O the furies.

Donusa.

How!

Asambeg and Mustapha descend.

Are we betray'd?

Vitel.

The better, I expected

A Turkish Faith.

Donu.

Who am I that you dare this?

Tis I that doe command you to forbeare

A touch of violence.

Aga.

We already Madam

Haue satisfied your pleasure further then

Wee know to answere it.

Capi.

Would we vvere vvell off,

We stand too far ingag'd I feare.

Donu.

For vs?

We'll bring you safe off, who dares contradict

What is our pleasure?

Enter Asambeg, Mustapha.

Asam.

Spurne the dog to prison,

I'll answere you anon.

Vitel.

What punishment

So ere I vndergoe, I am still a Christian.

Ex. with Vitel.

Donu.

What bold presumption's this? vnder what law

Am I to fall that set my foote vpon

Your Statutes and decrees?

Musta.

The crime committed

Our Alcoran calls death.

Donu.

Tush, vvho is heere

That is not Amurahs slaue, and so vnfit

To sit a iudge vpon his blood?

Asam.

You haue lost

And sham'd the priueledge of it, rob'd me to

Of my soule, my vnderstanding to behold

[Page] Your base vnworthy fall, from your high vertue.

Donu.

I doe appeale to Amurah.

Asam.

We will offer

No violence to your person, till we know

His sacred pleasure, till when vnder gard

You shall continue heere.

Donusa.

Shall?

Asam.

I haue said it.

The Gard leades off Donusa.

Donu.

We shall remember this.

Asam.

It ill becomes

Such as are guilty to deliuer threats

Against the innocent. I could teare this flesh now,

But tis in vaine, nor must I talke but do:

Prouide a well made galley for Constantinople,

Such sad newes neuer came to our great Master;

As hee directs, we must proceed, and know

No will but his, to whom what's ours we owe.

Exeunt.

The end of the third Act.

Actus Quartus,

Scaena Prima.Enter Master, Boteswaine.
Master.
He does begin to eate?
Botes.
A little, Master,
But our best hope for his recouery, is that
His rauing leaues him, and those dreadfull words,
Damnation, and despayre, with which he euer
Ended all his discourses are forgotten.
Mast.
This stranger is a most religious man sure,
And I am doubtfull whether his charity,
In the relieuing of our wants, or care
To cure the wounded conscience of 
Grimaldi,


[Page] Deserues more admiration.
Botes.
Can you guesse
What the reason should be that we neuer mention
The Church, or the high Altar, but his melancholie
Growes, and increases on him?
Maist.
I haue heard him
(When he gloried to professe himselfe an Atheist,)
Talke often and with much delight and boasting,
Of a rude prancke he did ere he turn'd Pirat,
The memory of which, as it appeares,
Lies heauy on him.
Botes.
Pray you let me vnderstand it.
Maist.
Vpon a solemne day when the whole City
Ioyn'd in deuotion, and with barefoote steps
Pass'd to S. 
Markes, the Duke and the whole Signiory,
Helping to perfit the Religious pompe,
With which they were receaued; when all men else
Were full of teares, and gron'd beneath the waight
Of past offences (of whose heauy burden
They came to be absolu'd and freed,) our Captaine,
Whether in scorne of those so pious rites
He had no feeling of, or else drawne to it
Out of a wanton irreligious madnesse,
(I know not which) ranne to the holy man,
As he was of doing the worke of grace,
And snatching from his hands the sanctifide meanes
Dash'd it vpon the pauement.
Botes.
How escaped he?
It being a deede deseruing death with torture.
Mast.
The generall amazement of the people
Gaue him leaue to quit the Temple, and a Gundelo,
(Prepar'd it seemes before) brought him aboard,
Since which he nere saw Venice. The remembrance
Of this, it seemes, torments him; aggrauated
With a strong beleefe he cannot receaue pardon
For this fowle fact, but from his hands against whom
It was committed.
Botes.

[Page]And vvhat course intendes
His heauenly Physitian, reuerend 
Francisco,
To beate downe this opinion.
Mast.
He promis'd
To vse some holy and religious finenesse,
To this good end, and in the meane time charg'd me
To keepe him darke, and to admit no visitants
But on no termes to crosse him. Heere he comes.
Enter Grimaldi, with a Booke.
Gri.
For theft! he that restores trebble the value,
Makes satisfaction, and for want of meanes
To doe so, as a slaue must serue it out
Till he hath made full payment. Ther's hope left heere
O vvith vvhat vvil ingnesse vvould I giue vp
My liberty to those that I haue pillag'd
And vvish the numbers of my yeeres though wasted
In the most sordid slauery might equall
The rapines I haue made, till with one voyce
My patient sufferings, might exact from my
Most cruell creditors, a full remission,
An eies losse with an eie, limbs with a limb,
A sad accompt! yet to finde peace within heere,
Though all such as I haue maim'd, and dismembred
In drunken quarrells, or orecome with rage
When they were giu'n vp to my power, stood heere now
And cride for restitution; to appease 'em,
I vvould doe a bloody iustice on my selfe;
Pull out these eies that guided me to rauish
Their sight from others; lop these legs that bore me
To barbarous violence, with this land cut off
This instrument of wrong, till nought were left me
But this poore bleeding limblesse truncke, which gladly


[Page] I vvould diuide among them.
Ha! what thinke I
Of petty forfeitures, in this reuerend habit,
(All that I am turnd into eies) I looke on
A deede of mine so fiendlike, that repentance,
Though with my teares I taught the sea new tides,
Can neuer wash off; all my thefts, my rapes
Are veniall trespasses compar'd to what
I offer'd to that shape, and in a place too
Where I stood bound to kneele to't.
kneeles
Enter Francisco in a C
 [...]pe like a Bishop.
Fran.
Tis forgiuen,
I with his tongue (whom in these sacred vestments
With impure hands thou didst offend) pronounce it,
I bring peace to thee, see that thou deserue it
In thy fayre life heereafter.
Gri.
Can it bee!
Dare I beleeue this vision, or hope
A pardon ere may finde me?
Fran.
Purchase it
By zealous vndertakings, and no more
T'will be remembred.
Gri.
What celestiall balme
I feele now pour'd into my wounded conscience?
What penance is there Ile not vndergoe
Though nere so sharpe and rugged, with more pleasure
Then flesh and blood ere tasted, shew me true sorrow,
Arm'd vvith an iron vvhip, and I vvill meete
The stripes she brings along vvith her, as if
They vvere the gentle touches of a hand,
That comes to cure me. Can good deeds redeeme me?
I vvill rise vp a vvonder to the vvorld,
When I haue giuen strong proofes how I am altred,


[Page] I that haue sold such as profest the Faith,
That I was borne in, to captiuity,
Will make their number equall, that I shall
Deliuer from the oare; and vvinne as many
By the cleerenesse of my actions, to looke on
Their misbeleefe, and loth it. I will be
A conuoy for all Marchants: and thought vvorthy
To be reported to the vvorld heereafter,
The child of your deuotion, nurs'd vp
And made strong by your charity, to breake through
All dangers Hell can bring foorth to oppose me;
Nor am I though my fortunes were thought desperate,
Now you haue reconcil'd me to my selfe,
So voyd of vvorldly meanes, but in despight
Of the proud Viceroyes, vvrongs I can doe something
To vvitnesse of my change; when you please trye me,
And I will perfit vvhat you shall inioyne me,
Or fall a ioyfull Martyr.
Fran.
You vvill reape
The comfort of it, liue yet vndiscouer'd,
And vvith your holy meditations strengthen
Your Christian resolution, ere long
You shall heare further from me.
Exit Francisco.
Grimal.
I'll attend
All your commands with patience; come my Mates,
I hitherto haue liu'd an ill example,
And as your Captaine lead you on to mischiefe,
But now vvill truely labour, that good men
May say heereafter of me to my glory,
Let but my power and meanes, hande vvith my vvill,
His good endeuours, did waigh downe his ill.
Exeunt Grimaldi, Master, Boteswaine.
Enter Francisco.
Fran.
This penitence is not counterfeit, howsoeuer
Good actions are in themselues rewarded,
My trauailes to meete vvith a double crowne,
If that 
Vitelli come off safe, and prooue


[Page] Himselfe the Master of his vvilde affections,
Enter Gaz.
O I shall haue intelligence, how now 
Gazet,
Why these sad lookes and teares?
Gaz.
Teares sir? I haue lost
My worthy Master, your rich heyre seemes to mourne for
A miserable father, your young vvidow
Following a bedrid husband to his graue,
Would haue her neighbours thinke she cries, and rores,
That she must part vvith such a goodman doe nothing,
When t'is because he stayes so long aboue ground,
And hinders a rich suitor: all is come out sir,
We are smok'd for being cunnicatchers, my master
Is put in prison, his she customer
Is vnder garde to, these are things to weepe for;
But mine owne losse considerd, and vvhat a fortune
I haue, as they say, snatch'd our of my chops,
Would make a man runne mad.
Fran.
I scarce haue leasure,
I am so wholy taken vp vvith sorrow,
For my lou'de pupill to enquire thy fate,
Yet I vvill heare it.
Gaz.
Why sir, I had bo
 [...]ght a place,
A place of credit to, and had gone through with it
I should haue beene made an Eunuch, there was honour,
For a late poore prentice, when vpon the suddaine
There was such a hurleburley in the Court,
That I was glad to runne away and carry
The price of my office with me.
Fran.
Is that all?
You haue made a sauing voyage, we must thinke now,
Though not to free, to comfort sad 
Vitelli,
My greeu'd loule suffers for him.
Gazet.
I am sad too;
But had I beene an Eunuch
Fran.
Thinke not on it.
Exeunt.

[Page]

Actus Quartus, Scaena Secunda.Enter Asambeg. vnlocks the doore, leades forth Paulina.
Asam.
Be your owne gard; obsequiousnesse, and seruice
Shall winne you to be mine. Of all restraint
For euer take your leaue, no threats shall awe you,
No iealous doubts of mine disturbe your freedome,
No fee'd spies, wayte vpon your steps, your vertue
And due consideration in your selfe,
Of what is Noble, are the faithfull helps
I leaue you as supporters to defend you,
From falling basely.
Paul.
This is vvondrous strange
Whence flowes this alteration?
Asam.
From true iudgement,
And strong assurance, neither grates of iron,
Hemde in vvith vvalls of brasse, stricte gards, high birth,
The forfeiture of Honour, nor the feare
Of infamie, or punishment, can stay
A woman slaude to appetite from being
False, and vnworthy.
Paul.
You are growne Satyricall
Against our sex, vvhy sir I durst produce
My selfe in our defence, and from you challenge
A testimony not to be deni'd,
All fall not vnder this vnequall censure,
I that haue stood your flatteries, your threats
Bore vp against your fierce temptations; scorn'd
The cruell meanes you practis'd to supplant me,
Hauing no armes to helpe me, to hold out
But loue of piety, and constant goodnesse,
If you are vnconfirm'd, dare againe bouldly


[Page] Enter into the lists, and combat vvith
All opposites mans malice can bring forth
To shake me in my chastetie built vpon
The rocke of my religion.
Asam.
I doe vvish
I could beleeue you, but vvhen I shall shew you
A most incredible example of
Your frayletie in a Princesse, su'de and sought to
By men of worth, of ranck, of eminence; courted
By happinesse it selfe, and her cold temper
Approou'd by many yeeres; yet she to fall,
Fall from her selfe, her glories, nay her safet,
Into a gulfe of shame, and blacke despayre,
I thinke you'll doubt your selfe, or in beholding
Her punishment for euer be deterde
From yeelding basely.
Paul.
I vvould see this vvonder;
Tis sir my first petition.
Asam.
And thus granted;
Aboue you shall obserue all.
Paul. steps aside.
Enter Must.
Must.
Sir I sought you
And must relate a vvonder, since I studied
And knew vvhat man vvas, I vvas neuer vvitnesse
Of such inuincible fortitude as this Christian
Showes in his sufferings, all the torments that
We could present him vvith to fright his constancy
Confirm'd, not shooke it; and those heauy chaines
That eate into his flesh, appear'd to him
Like bracelets made of some lou'd mistrisse hayres
We kisse in the remembrance of her fauours.
I am strangely taken vvith it, and haue lost
Much of my furie.
Asam.
Had he suffer'd poorely
It had call'd on my contempt, but manly patience
And all commanding vertue, wins vpon
An enemy. I shall thinke vpon him, ha!
Enter Aga with a black box.
So soone return'd? this speede pleads in excuse


[Page] Of your late fault, which I no more remember.
What's the grand Signiors pleasure?
Aga.
Tis inclos'd heere
The box to, that contaynes it, may informe you
How he stands affected: I am trusted with
Nothing but this, on forfeit of your head
She must haue a speedy triall.
Asam.
Bring her in
In blacke as to her funerall, tis the colour
Her fault wils her to weare, and which, in iustice
I dare not pitty, sit and take your place,
Howeuer in her life she has degenerated
May she die nobly, and in that confirme
Her greatnesse, and high blood.
A solemne musicque. A garde. The Aga, and Capi­aga, leading in Donusa in blacke, her trayne borne vp by Carazie, and Manto.
Musta.
I now could melt;
But soft compassion leaue me.
Fran.
I am affrighted
With this dismall preparation. Should the enioying
Of loose desires finde euer such conclusions,
All Women would be Vestalls.
Donu.
That you cloth me
In this sad liuery of death, assures me
Your sentence is gone out before, and I
To late am cald, for, in my guilty cause
To vse qualification, or excuse—
Yet must I not part so with mine owne strengths,
But borrow from my modesty boldnesse, to
Enquire by whose authority you sit
My iudges, and whose warrant digs my graue
In the frownes you dart against my life?
Asam.
See heere
This fatall signe, and warrant this brought to


[Page] A Generall fighting in the head of his
Victorious troopes, rauishes from his hand
His eu'n then conquering sword; this showne vnto
The Sultans brothers, or his sonnes, deliuers
His deadly anger, and all hopes lay'd by
Commands them to prepare themselues for heauen.
Which would stand with the quiet of your soule
To thinke vpon, and imitate.
Donusa.
Giue me leaue
A little to complayne, first of the hard
Condition of my 
 [...]ortune, which may moue you
Though not to rise vp intercessors for me
(Yet in remembrance of my former life,
This being the first 
 [...]pot, tainting mine honor)
To be the meanes to bring me to his presence;
And thou I doubt not, but I could alleage
Such reasons in mi
 [...]e owne defence, or pleade
So humbly (my teares helpinge) that it should
Awake his sleeping pitty.
Asam.
Tis in vayne.
If you haue ought to say you shall haue hearing,
And in me thinke him pre
 [...]ent.
Donusa.
I would thus then
First kneele, and kisse his feete, and after tell him
How long I had beene his darling, what delight
My infant yeeres afforded him; how deere
Hee prizde his sister, in both bloods, my mother;
That she like him had frailety, that to me
Descends as an inheritance, then coniure him
By her blest ashes, and his fathers soule,
The sword that rides vpon his thigh, his right hand
Holding the Scepter and the Ottoman fortune,
To haue compassion on me.
Asam.
But suppose
(As I am sure) he would be deafe, what then
Could you inferre?
Donusa.
I then would thus rise vp,


[Page] And to his teeth tell him he was a tyrant,
A most voluptuous, and insatiable Epicure
In his owne pleasures: which he hugs so deerely,
As proper, and peculiar to himselfe,
That he denies a moderate lawfull vse
Of all delight to others. And to thee
Vnequall iudge I speake as much, and charge thee
But with impartiall eies to looke into
Thy selfe, and then consider with what iustice
Thou canst pronounce my sentence. Vnkind nature,
To make weake women seruants, proud men Masters
Indulgent 
Mahomet, doe thy bloudy lawes
Call my embraces vvith a Christian, death?
Hauing my heate and May of youth to pleade
In my excuse? and yet want power to punish
These that vvith scorne breake throgh thy Cobweb edicts
And laugh at thy decrees? to tame their lusts
There's no religious bit, let her be fayre
And pleasing to the eye, though Persian, Moore,
Idolatresse, Turke, or Christian, you are priueledg'd
And freely may enioy her. At this instant
I know, vniust man, thou hast in thy power
A louely Christian Virgin; thy offence
Equall, if not transcending mine, vvhy then
We being both guilty doest thou not descend
From that vsurp'd Tribunall and vvith me
Walke hand in hand to death?
Asam.
She raues, and vve
Loose time to heare her: reade the Law,
Donusa.
Doe, doe,
I stand resolu'd to suffer.
Asa.
If any Virgin of what degree or quality soeuer, borne a naturall Turke, shall bee conuicted of corporall loosenesse, and incontinence, with any Christian, she is by the decree of our great Prophet 
Mahomet to loose her head.
Asam.
Marke that, then taxe our iustice.
Aga.

[Page]Euer prouided that if shee, the sayd offender, by any reasons, arguments or perswasion, can win and preuaile with the sayd Christian offending with her, to alter his religion, and marry her, that then the winning of a soule to the 
Mahometan sect, shall acquit her from all shame, dis­grace and punishment whatsoeuer.
Donu.
I lay hold on that clause and challenge from you
The priueledge of the Law.
Musta.
What will you doe?
Donu.
Grant me accesse and meanes, I'
 [...]l vndertake
To turne this Christian Turke, and marry him:
This triall you cannot denie.
Must.
O base!
Can feare to die make you descend so low
From your high birth, and brand the 
Ottaman line
With such a marke of infamy?
Asam.
This is worse
Then the parting with your honour, better suffer
Ten thousand deaths, and without hope to haue
A place in our great Prophets Paradice,
Then haue an acte to after times remembred
So foule as this is.
Musta.
Cheere your spirits Madam,
To die is nothing, tis but parting with
A mountaine of vexations.
Asam.
Thinke of your honour;
In dying nobly you make satisfaction
For your offence, and you shall liue a story
Of bould Heroicke courage.
Donu.
You shall not foole me
Out of my life, I claime the Law and sue for
A speedy triall; if I fayle, you may
Determine of me as you please.
Asam.
Base woman!
But vse thy wayes, and see thou prosper in 'em
For if thou fall againe into my power
Thou shalt in vaine after a thousand tortures


[Page] Cry out, for death, that death which now thou fliest from
Vnloose the prisoners chaynes, goe leade her on
To try the Magique of her tongue; I follow:
I am on the racke, descend my best 
Paulina.

Actus Quartus. Scaena Tertia.

Enter Franciso, Iaylor.

Fran.

I come not empty handed, I will purchase

Your fauour at what rate you please. There's gold.

Iaylor,

Tis the best oratory. I will hazard

A checke for your content below there?

Vitelli,

Welcome.

Vitelli vnder the Stage.

Art thou the happy messenger that brings me

Newes of my death?

Iay.

Your hand.

Vitelli plack'd vp.

Fran.

Now if you please,

A little priuacie.

Iay.

You haue bought it sir,

Enioy it freely.

Exit Iaylor.

Fran.

O my deerest pupill,

Witnesse these teares of ioy, I neuer saw you

Till now looke louely; nor durst I ere glory

In the mind of any man I had built vp

With the hands of vertuous, and religio [...]s precepts,

Till this glad minute. Now you haue made good

My expectation of you. By my order,

All Roman Caesars, that ledde kings in chaines

Fast bound to their triumphant chariots, if

Compar'd with that true glory, and full luster

You now appeare in, all their boaste [...] honors

Purchas'd with blood, and wrong, would loose their names

And be no more remembred.

Vitelli.

This applause

[Page] Confirm'd in your allowan [...]e ioyes me more,

Then if a thousand full cram'd Theaters

Should clap their eager hands to witnesse that

The Scene I act did please, and they admire it.

But these are (father) but beginnings, not

The ends of my high aimes. I grant to haue master'd

The rebell appetite of flesh and blood

Was far aboue my strength; and still owe for it

To that great power that lent it. But when I

Shall make't apparant, the grimme lookes of death

Affright me not, and that I can put off

The fonde desire of life (that like a garment

Couers, and clothes our frailty) hastening to

My Martirdome, as to a heauenly banquet,

To which I was a choyce inuited guest.

Then you may boldly say, you did not plough

Or trust the barren, and vngratefull lands

With the fruitfull graine of your religious counsels.

Fran.

You doe instr [...]ct your teacher. Let the Sun

Of your cleere life (that lends to good men light)

But set as gloriously, as it did rise,

Though sometimes clouded) you may write [...]il vltra

To humane wishes.

Vitel.

I haue almost gain'd

The end of the race, and will not [...]aynt, or tire now.

Enter Aga and laylor.

Aga.

Sir by your leaue (nay stay not) I bring comfort;

The Viceroy taken with the constant bearing

Of your afflictions, and presuming to

You will not change your temper, does command

Your irons should be tane off. Now arme your selfe

With your olde resolution, suddenly

the chayne taken off.

You shall be visited, you must leaue the roome to

And doe it without reply.

Fran.

There's no contending,

Bee still thy selfe my sonne.

Exit Francisco.

Vitel.

Tis not in man

Enter Danu. Asam. Musta. Paul.

[Page] To change or alter me.

Paul.

Wh [...]n doe I looke on?

My brother? tis he! but no more my tongue,

Thou wilt betray all.

Asam.

Let vs heare this temptresse,

The fellow lookes as he would stop his eares

Against her powerfull spels.

Paul.

He is vndone else.

Vitel.

I'll stand th'incounter, charge me home.

Donu.

I come sir,

bowes her selfe.

A begger to you, and doubt not to finde

A good mans charity, which if you denie,

You are cruell to your selfe, a crime, a wiseman

(And such I hold you) would not willingly

Be guilty of, nor let it find lesse welcome

Though I (a creature you contemne) now shew you

The way to certaine happinesse, nor thinke it

Imaginarie, or phantasticall,

And so not vvorth th'acquiring, in respect

The passage to it is nor rough nor thornie;

No steepe hills in the way which you must climbe vp;

No monsters to be conquer'd; no inchantments

To be dissolu'd by counter charmes, before

You take possession of it.

Vitel.

What strong poyson

Is wrap'd vp in these sugred pills?

Donu.

My suite is

That you vvould quit your shoulders of a burthen

Vnder vvhose ponderous vvaight you vvilfully

Haue too long groan'd, to cast those fetters off,

With vvhich vvith your own hands you chaine your freedome

Forsake a seuere, nay imperious mistresse,

Whose seruice does exact perpetuall cares,

Watchings, and troubles, and giue entertainement

To one that courts you, whose least fauours are

Variety, and choyce of all delights

Mankind is capable of.

Vitel.

[Page]

You speake in riddles.

What burthen, or what mistrisse? or what fetters?

Are those you poynt at?

Donu.

Those which your religion,

The mistresse you too long haue seru'd, compells you

To beare with [...]laue-like patience.

Vitel.

Ha!

Paul.

How brauely

That vertuous anger showes!

Donu.

Be wise [...] and waigh

The prosperous successe of things, if blessings

Are donatiues from Heauen (which you must grant

Were blasphemy to question) and that

They are call'd downe, and powr'd on such as are

Most gracious with the great disposer of 'em,

Looke on our flourishing Empire; if the spl [...]dor,

The Maiestie, and glory of it dimme not

Your feeble sight; and then turne backe, and see

The narrow bounds of yours, yet that poore remnant

Rent in as many factions, and opinions,

As you haue petty kingdomes, and then if

You are not obstinate against truth and reason,

You must confesse the Deity you worship

Wants care, or power to helpe you.

Paul.

Hold out now

And then thou art victorious.

Asam.

How he eies her!

Musta.

As if he would looke through her

Asam.

His eyes flame too,

As threatning violence.

Vitel.

But that I know

The Diuell thy Tutor fills each part about thee,

And that I cannot play the exorcist

To dispossesse thee, vnlesse I should teare

Thy body limbe by limbe, and throw it to

The furies that expect it, I would now

Plucke out that wicked tongue, that hath blasphem [...]

[Page] That great omnipotency at whose nod

The fabricke of the World shakes. Dare you bring

Your i [...]gling Prophet in comparison with

[...] inscrutable, and infinite essence

[...] made this all, and comprehends his vvorke?

The place is too prophane to mention him

Whose onely name is sacred. O Donusa!

How much in my compassion I suffer,

That thou, on whom this most excelling forme

And faculties of discourse, beyond a vvoman,

Were by his liberall guift confer'd, should'st still

Remaine in ignorance of him that gaue it?

I vvill not foule my mouth to speake the Sorceries

Of your seducer, his base birth, his vvhoredomes,

His strange impostures; nor deliuer how

He taught a Pigeon to feede in his eare,

Then made his credulous followers beleeue

It vvas an Angell that instructed him

In the framing of his Alcoran. Pray you marke me.

Asam.

These words are death, were he in nought else guilty.

Vitelli.

Your intent to winne me

To be of your beleefe proceeded from

Your feare to die. Can there be strength in that

Religion, that suffers vs to tremble

At that vvhich euery day, nay hower vvee hast to?

Donu.

This is vnanswerable and there's something tells mee

I erre in my opinion.

Vitelli.

Cherish it

It is a Heauenly prompter, entertaine

This holy motion, and weare on your forehead

The Sacred badge he armes His seruants vvith,

You shall, like mee, vvith scorne looke downe vpon

All engines tyranny can aduance to batter

Your constant resolution. Then you shall

Looke truely [...]ayre, vvhen your minds purenesse [...]wers

Your onward beauties.

Donusa.

I came heere to take you,

[Page] But I perceiue a yeelding in my selfe

To be your prisoner.

Vitelli,

Tis an ouerthrow

That will outshine all victories. O Donusa,

Dye in my faith like me, and tis a marriage

At vvhich celestiall Angels shalt be vvaiters,

And such as haue beene Sainted vvelcome vs,

Are you confirm'd?

Donu.

I vvould bee; but the meanes

That may assure mee?

Vitelli,

Heauen is mercifull,

And vvill not suffer you to vvant a man,

To doe that sacred office, build vpon it.

Donu.

Then thus I spit at Mahomet.

Asam

Stoppe her mouth:

In death to turne Apostata! I'll not heare

One sillable from any; wretched creature!

With the next rising Sunne prepare to die.

Yet Christian, in reward of thy braue courage,

Bee thy faith right, or vvrong, receiue this fauour.

In person Ile attend thee to thy death,

And bouldly challenge all that I can giue

But what's not in my grant, which is to liue.

Exeunt.

The end of the fourth Act [...]

Actus Quintus,

Scaena Prima.

Enter Vitelli, Francisco.

Fran.

You are wondrous braue, and iocound.

Vitelli.

Welcome Father.

Should I spare cost, or not weare cheerefull lookes

Vpon my wedding day, it were omenous

And shew'd I did repent it, which I dare not,

It being a marriage, howsoeuer sad

[Page] In the first ceremonies that confirme it,

That will for euer arme me against feares,

Repentance, doubts, or iealousies, and bring

Perpetuall comforts, peace of minde, and quiet

To the glad couple.

Fran.

I well vnderstand you;

And my full ioy to see you so resolu'd

Weake words cannot expresse. What is the howre

Design'd for this solemnity?

Vitel.

The sixth,

Something before the setting of the Sun

We take [...]ur last leaue of his fading light,

And with our soules eies seeke for beames eternall,

Yet there's one scruple with which I am much

Perplex'd, and troubl'd, which I know you can

Resolue me of.

Fran.

What is't?

Vitelli.

This sir, my Bride

Wh [...]m I first courted, and then wonne (not with

Loose layes, poore flatteries, apish complements,

But Sacred, and Religious zeal [...]) yet wants

The holy badge that should proclaime her fit

For these Celestiall Nuptialis; vvilling she is,

I know, to weare it, as the choicest iewell

Or her fayre forehead; but to you, that well

Could doe that vvorke of Grace, I know the Viceroy

Will neuer grant accesse. Now in a case

Of this necessity, I vvould gladly learne,

Whether in me a layman, vvithout orders,

It may not be religious, and lawfull

As vve goe to our deaths to doe that office?

Fran.

A question in it selfe, vvith much ease answer'd;

Midwiues vpon necessity performe [...]t,

And Knights that in [...]he [...]oly- [...]and fought for

The freedom [...] of Hierusalem, vvhen ful [...]

Of sweat, and enemies blood, haue made their Helmets

The fount, out of vvhich vvith their holy hands

[Page] They drew that heauenly liquor, 't vvas approu'd then

By the Holy Church, nor must I thinke it now

In you a vvorke lesse pious.

Vitel.

You confirme me,

I vvill find a way to doe it. In the meane time

Your holy vowes assist me.

Fran.

They shall euer

Be present vvith you.

Vitel.

You shall see me act

This last Scaene to the life.

Fran.

And though now fall,

Rise a bles'd Martyr.

Vitel.

That's my end, my all.

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus, Scaena Secunda.

Enter Grimaldi, Master, Boteswaine, Saylors.

Botes.

Sir, if you slip this opportunity,

Neuer expect the like.

Mast.

With as much ease now

We may steale the ship our of the harbor, Captaine,

As euer Gallants in a vvanton brauery

Haue set vpon a drunken Constable,

And bore him from a sleepy ruggown'd vvatch:

Be therefore vvise.

Gri.

I must be honest too

And you shall weare that shape, you shall obserue me,

If that you purpose to continue mine,

Thinke you ingratitude can be the parent

To our vnfayn'd repentance? doe I owe

A peace vvithin heere, Kingdoms could not purchase,

To my religious creditor, to leaue him

Open to danger, the great benefit

Neuer remembred? no, though in her bottome.

We could stow vp the tribute of the Turke,

[Page] Nay, grant the passage safe too: I will neuer

Consent to waigh an Anchor vp, till hee,

That onely must, commands it.

B [...]sw.

This Religion

Will keepe vs slaues and Beggars.

Mast.

The Fiend prompts me

To change my coppy: Plague vpon't, we are Seamen,

What haue we to doe with't, but for a snatch, or so,

At the end of a long Lent?

Botesw.

Mum, see who is here?

Enter Francisco.

Grim.

My Father!

Fran.

My good conuert. I am full

Of serious businesse which denies me leaue

To holde long conference with you: Onely thus much

Briefely receiue; a day, or two, at the most

Shall make me fit to take my leaue of Tunis,

Or giue me lost for euer.

Grim.

Dayes, nor yeares,

Prouided, that my stay may doe you seruice,

But to me shall be minuits.

Franc.

I much thanke you:

In this small scrole you may in priuate reade

What my intents are, and as they growe ripe

I will instruct you further. In the meane time

Borrow your late distracted lookes, and gesture;

The more deiected you appeare, the lesse

The Viceroy must suspect you.

Grim.

I am nothing,

But what you please to haue me be.

Franc.

Farewell sir,

Be cheer [...]full Master, something we will doe

That shall reward it selfe in the performance,

And that's true prize indeede.

Mast.

I am obedient.

Exeunt. Grimaldi.

Botesw.

And I, there's no contending.

Mast. Botsw.

Fran.

Peace to you all.

Prosper thou great Existence my endeauours,

[Page] As they religiously are vndertaken,

And distant equally from seruile gaine,

Enter Paul. Carzi. and Manto.

Or glorious ostentation. I am heard

In this blest opportunity, which in vaine

I long haue waited for. I must show my selfe.

O she has found me. Now if she prooue right

All hope will not forsake vs.

Paul.

Farther off,

And in that distance know your duties too.

You were bestowed on me as slaues to serue me

And not as spies to prie into my actions,

And after to betray me. You shall finde

If any looke of mine be vnobseru'd,

I am not ignorant of a mistresse power,

And from whom I receiue it.

Cara.

Note this, Manto.

The pride, and scorne, with which she entertaynes vs

Now we are made hers by the Viceroyes guift.

Our sweete condition'd princesse, fayre Donusa,

Rest in her death waite on her, neuer vs'd vs

With such contempt. I would he had sent me

To the Gallies, or the Gallows, when he gaue me

To this proude little diuell.

Manto.

I expect

All tyrannous vsage, but I must be patient;

And though ten times a day, she teares these locks,

Or makes this face her footstoole, tis but iustice.

Paul.

Tis a true story of my fortunes, father,

My chastity preseru'd by miracle,

Or your deuotions for me; and beleeue it,

What outward pride so ere I counterfeite,

Or state to these appoynted to attend me,

I am not in my disposition alter'd,

But still your humble daughter and share with you

In my poore brothers sufferings, all bels torments

Reuenge it on accurs'd Grimaldies soule

That in his rape of me gaue a beginning

[Page] To all the miseries that since haue follow'd

Be charitable, and forgiue him gentle daughter;

Hee's a chang'd man, and may redeeme his fault

In his faire life heereafter. You must beare too

Your forc'd captiuity (for tis no better,

Though you weare golden fetters) and of him,

Whom death affrights not, learne to hold out nobly.

Paul.

You are still the same good counsellor.

Fran.

And who knowes

(Since w [...]at aboue is purpos'd, is inscrutable)

But that the Viceroyes extreme dotage on you

May be the parent of a happier birth

Then yet our hopes dare fashion. Longer conference

May prooue vn [...]afe for you, and me, howeuer

Perhaps for triall he allowes you freedome.

deliuers a paper.

From this learne therefore what you must attempt,

Though with the hazarde of your selfe, heauen gard you,

And giue Vitelli patience, then I doubt not

But he will haue a glorious day since some

Hold truely, such as suffer, ouercome.

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus, Scaena Tertia.

Enter Asambeg, Mustapha, Aga, Capiaga.

Asam.

What we commanded, see perform'd, and fayle not

In all things to be punctuall.

Aga.

We shall sir.

Exeunt Aga, Capiaga.

Must.

Tis strange that you should vse such circumstance

To a delinquent of so meane condition.

Asam.

Had he appear'd in a more sordid shape

Then disguis'd greatenes euer dain'd to maske in,

The gallant bearing of his present fortune

Aloud proclaimes him noble.

Musta

If you doubt him,

To be a man built vp for great imployments,

[Page] And as a cunning spie sent to explore

The Cities strength, or weakenesse, you by torture

May force him to discouer it.

Asam.

That were base;

Nor dare I doe such iniury to Vertue

And bold assured courage, neither can I

Be wonne to thinke, but if I should attempt it,

I shoote against the Moone. He that hath stood

The roughest battery, that captiuity

Could euer bring to shake a constant temper,

Despis'd the fawnings of a future greatnesse,

By beauty in her full perfection tender'd;

That heares of death as of a quiet slumber,

And from the surplusage of his owne firmenesse

Can spare enough of fortitude, to assure

A feeble woman; vvill now, Mustapha

Be alter'd in his soule for any torments

We can afflict his body vvith?

Musta.

Doe your pleasure,

I only offer'd you a friends aduice,

But vvithout gall, or enuy to the man

That is to suffer. But vvhat doe you determine

Of poore Grimaldi? the disgrace cal'd on him

I heere has ran him madde.

Asam.

There waigh the difference

In the true temper of their minds. The one,

A Pirat sould to mischiefes, rapes, and all

That make a slaue relentlesse, and obdurate;

Yet of himselfe vvanting the inward strengths

That should defend him, sinckes beneath compassion

Or pitty of a man; vvhere as this marchant,

Acquainted only vvith a ciuill life,

Arm'd in himselfe; intrench'd, and fortifide

With his owne vertue, valewing life and death,

At the same price, poorely does not inuite

A fauour, but commands vs doe him right,

Which vnto him, and her (we both once honour'd

[Page] As a iust debt I gladly pay'm; they enter,

Now sit wee equall hearers.

A dreadfull musicke, at one doore; The Aga, lanizaries, Vitelli, Francisco, Gazet: at the other, Donusa, Paulina, Carazie, Manto.

Musta.

I shall heare

And see, sir, without passion, my wrongs arme me.

Vitel.

A ioyfull preparation! To whose bountie

Owe vvee our thankes for gracing thus our Himen?

The notes though dreadfull to the eare, sound heere

As our Epithalamium were sung

By a Caelestiall quire, and a full Chorus

Assurde vs future happinesse. These that leade me

Gaze not with wanton eyes vpon my bride,

Nor for their seruice are repayde by me

With iealousies, or feares; nor doe they enuy

My passage to those pleasures from which death

Cannot deterre me. Great sir pardon me;

Imagination of the ioyes I haste to,

Made me forget my duty, but the forme

And ceremony past, I will attend you,

And with our constant resolution feast you,

Not with course cates, forgot assoone as tasted,

But such as shall, while you haue memory,

Be pleasing to the palate.

Fran.

Bee not lost

In what you purpose.

Exit Francisco.

Gaz.

Call you this a marriage?

It differs little from hanging, I cry at it.

Vite.

See where my bride appeares! in what full luster?

As if the Virgins that beare vp her trayne,

Had long contended to receiue an honor

Aboue their births, in doing her this seruice.

Nor comes she fearefull to meete those delights,

Which once past ore, immortall pleasures follow.

I need not therefore comfort, or encourage

[Page] Her forwarde steps, and I should offer wrong

To her minds fortitude, should I but aske

How she can brooke the rough high going Sea,

Ouer whose foamie backe our shippe well rig'd

With hope and strong assurance must transport vs.

Nor will I tell her when we reach the Hauen

(Which tempests shall not hinder) what loud vvelcom [...]

Shall entertaine vs; nor commend the place,

To tell vvhose least perfection vvould strike dumbe

The eloquence of all boasted in story,

Though ioynd together.

Donu.

Tis enough my deerest;

I dare not doubt you, as your humble shadow

Leade vvhere you please, I follow.

Vitelli.

One suite sir,

And vvillingly I cease to be a begger,

And that you may vvith more security heare it,

Know tis not life Ile aske, nor to deferre

Our deaths, but a few minutes.

Asam.

Speake, tis granted.

Vitel.

We being now to take our latest leaue

And growne of one beleefe, I doe desire

I may haue your allowance to performe it

But in the fashion vvhich vve Christians vse

Vpon the like occasions.

Asam.

Tis allow'd of.

Vitel.

My seruice; haste Gazet to the next spring,

And bring me of it.

Gazet.

Would I could aswell

Fetch you a pardon, I vvould not run but flie,

And be heere in a moment.

Musta.

What's the mystery

Of this? discouer it?

Vitel.

Great sir, I'll tell you,

Each countrey hath it's owne peculiar rites,

Some vvhen they are to die drinke store of vvine,

Which powr'd in liberally does oft beget

[Page] A bastarde valour, with which armde, they beare

The not to bee declined charge of death

With l [...]sse feare, and astonishment; Others take

Drugs to procure a heauie sleepe, that so

They may insensibly recei [...]e the meanes

That casts them in an euerlasting slumber;

Others—O welcome.

Enter Gazet with water.

Vitelli.

Now the vse of yours?

The cleerenesse of this is a perfit signe

Of innocence, and as this washes off

Staines, and pollutions from the things we vveare,

Throwne thus vpon the forehead, it hath power

To purge those spots that cleue vpon the minde,

(Throwes it on her face.

If thankfully receiu'd.

Asam.

Tis a strange custome!

Vitel.

How doe you entertaine it my Donusa?

Feele you no alteration? No new motiues?

No vnexpected ayds that may confirme you

In that to which you were inclinde before?

Donu.

I am an other woman, till this minute

I neuer liu'de, nor durst thinke how to dye.

How long haue I beene blinde? Yet on the suddaine,

By this blest meanes I feele the filmes of error

Tane from my soules eyes. O diuine Physitian,

That hast bestowde a sight on mee, which death,

Though readie to embrace me in his armes,

Cannot take from me. Let me kisse the hand

That did this miracle, and seale my thanks

Vpon those Lips from whence these sweet words vanishde

That freede me from the cruellest of prisons,

Blinde ignorance, and misbeliefe: false Prophet,

Impostor Mahomet.

Asam.

I'll heare no more;

You doe abuse my fauors, seuer 'em:

Wretch if thou hadst another life to loose,

This Blasphemie deseru'de it, instantly

Carry them to their deaths.

Vitelli.

[Page]

Wee part now, blest one,

To meet hereafter in a Kingdome, where

Hells malice shall not reach vs.

Paul.

Ha, ha, ha.

Asam.

What meanes my Mistres?

Paul.

Who can hold her spleene,

When such ridiculous follies are presented,

The Scene too made religion: O my Lord,

How from one cause two contrary effects

Spring vp vpon the suddaine.

Asam.

This is strange.

Paul.

That which hath foolde her in her death,

Winnes me, That hitherto haue barde my selfe from pleasure,

To liue in all delight.

Asam.

There's Musicke in this.

Paul.

I now will runn as fiercely to your armes

As euer longing woman did, borne high

On the swift wings of appetite.

Vitel.

O Diuell!

Paul.

Nay more, for there shall be no ods betwixt vs,

I will turne Turke.

Gazet.

Most of your tribe doe so

When they beginne in whore.

Aside.

Asam.

You are serious Ladie?

Paul.

Serious? but satisfie me in a suite

That to the world may witnesse that I haue

Some power vpon you, and to morrow challenge

What euer's in my guift, for I will bee

At your dispose.

Gazet.

That's euer the subscription

To a damn'd whores false Epistle.

(Aside

Asam.

Aske this hand,

Or if thou wilt, the heads of these. I am rapt

Beyond my selfe with ioy, speake, speake, what is it?

Paul.

But twelue short houres repriue for this base [...] couple.

Asam.

The reason, since you hate them?

Paul.

[Page]

That I may

Haue time to triumph ore this vvretched vvoman:

I'll be my selfe her guardian. I will feast,

Adorned in her choice and richest Iewells,

Commit him to vvhat gards you please. Grant this,

I am no more mine owne, but yours.

Asam.

Enioy it;

Repine at it who dares: beare him safe off

To the blacke Tower, but giue him all things vsefull,

The contrary vvas not in your request.

Paul.

I doe contemne him.

Donu.

Peace in death deny'd me?

Paul.

Thou shalt not goe in liberty to thy graue,

For one night a Sultana is my slaue.

Musta.

A terrible little tyrannesse.

Asam.

No more;

Her vvill shall be a law. Till now nere happy.

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus, Scaena quarta.

Enter Francis. Grimal. Mast. Botesw. and Sayl.

Grim.

Sir, all things are in readinesse, the Turkes

That seas'd vpon my Ship stow'd vnder hatches,

My men resolu'd, and cheerefull. Vse but meanes

To get out of the Ports, vve vvill be ready

To bring you aboard, and then (heauen be but pleas'd)

This for the Viceroyes fleete.

Fran.

Discharge your parts,

In mine I'll not be vvanting; feare not Master,

Something vvill come along to fraught your Barke,

That you vvill haue iust cause to say you neuer

Made such a Voyage.

Mast.

We will stand the hazard.

Fran.

What's the best hower?

Botes.

[Page]

After the second vvatch.

Fran.

Enough; each to his charge.

Grim.

We will be carefull.

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus, Scaena quinta.

Enter Paulina, Donusa, Carazie, Manto.

Paul.

Sit Madam, it is fit that I attend you;

And pardon, I beseech you, my rude language,

To which the sooner you will be inuited,

When you shall vnderstand, no way was left me

To free you from a present execution,

But by my personating that, which neuer

My nature was acquainted with.

Donu.

I beleeue you.

Paul.

You will when you shall vnderstand, I may

Receiue the honour to be knowen vnto you

By a neerer name. And not to wracke you further,

The man you please to fauour is my brother,

No Marchant, Madam, but a Gentleman

Of the best ranke in Venice.

Donu.

I reioyce in't

But what's this to his freedome? for my selfe,

Were he well off, I were secure.

Paul.

I haue

A present meanes, not plotted by my selfe,

But a religious man, my confessor,

That may preserue all, if we had a seruant

Whose faith we might relie on.

Donu.

She that's now

Your slaue was once mine, had I twenty liues

I durst commit them to her trust.

Manto.

O Madam,

[Page] I haue beene false, forgiue me. I'll redeeme it

By any thing howeuer desperate

You please to impose vpon me.

Paul.

Troth these teares

I thinke cannot be counterfeit, I beleeue her,

And if you please vvill try her.

Donusa.

At your perill;

There is no further danger can looke towards me.

Paul.

This only then, canst thou vse meanes to carry

This bakemeate to Vitelli?

Manto.

With much ease,

I am familiar vvith the gard; beside,

It being knowne it vvas I that betrayde,

My entrance hardly vvill of them be question'd?

Paul.

About it then, say that it vvas sent to him

From his Donusa, bid him search the midst of't

He there shall finde a cordiall.

Manto,

What I doe

Shall speake my care and faith.

Exit Manto.

Donu.

Good fortune vvith thee.

Paul.

You cannot eate.

Donu.

The time vve thus abuse

We might imploy much better.

Paul.

I am glad

To heare this from you. As for you Carazie,

If your intents doe prosper, make choyce whither

You'l steale away with your two Mistresses

Or take your fortune.

Cara.

I'll be gelded twice first;

Hang him that stayes behind.

Paul.

I waite you Madame,

Were but my brother off, by the command

Of the doting Viceroy there's no garde dare stay me.

And I will safely bring you to the place

Where we must expect him.

Donu.

Heauen be gracious to vs.

Exeunt.

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Actus Quintus, Scaena Sexta.

Enter Vitelli, Aga, and a Garde.

Vitel.

Paulina to fall off thus? tis to mee

More terrible then death, and like an earthquake

Totters this walking building (such I am)

And in my suddaine ruine would preuent,

By choaking vp at once my vitall spirits,

This pompous preparation for my death.

But I am lost; that good man, good Francisco

Deliuered me a paper which till now

I wanted leasure to peruse.

reads the paper.

Aga.

This Christian

Feares not, it seemes, the neere approching Sun

Whose second rise He neuer must salute.

Enter Manto. with the Bak't-meat.

1. Gard.

Who's that?

2. Gard.

Stand.

Aga.

Manto.

Heere's the Viceroyes ring

Giues warrant to my entrance, yet you may

Partake of any thing I shall deliuer;

Tis but a present to a dying man

Sent from the princesse that must suffer with him.

Aga.

Vse your owne freedome.

Manto.

I would not disturbe

This his last contemplation.

Vitel.

O tis well!

He has restor'd all, and I at peace againe

With my Paulina.

Manto.

Sir, the sad Donusa

Grieued for your sufferings, more then for her owne,

Knowing the long and tedious pilgrimage

You are to take, presents you with this cordiall,

[Page] Which priuately she wishes you should taste of,

And search the middle part, where you shall find

Something that hath the operation, to

Make death looke louely.

Vitelli.

I will not dispute

What she commands but serue it.

Exit Vitelli.

Aga.

Prethee Manto

How hath the vnfortunate Princes spent this night

Vnder her proud new mistresse?

Manto.

With such patience

As it orecomes the others insolence

Nay triumphs ore her pride. My much hast now

Commands me hence, but the sad Tragedy past,

Ile giue you satisfaction to the full

Of all hath pass'd, and a true character

Of the proud Christians nature.

Exit Manto.

Aga.

Breake the watch vp,

What should we feare in the midst of our owne strengths?

Tis but the Bashas iealousie. Farewell souldiers.

Exeunt.

Actus quintus. Scaena Septima.

Enter Vitelli, With the bak't-meates, Aboue.

Vitelli.

There's something more in this then meanes to cloy

A hungry appetite, which I must discouer.

Shee, will'd me search the midst. Thus, thus I pierce it:

Ha! what is this? a scrole bound vp in packthread?

What may the misterie be?

The Scrole.

Sonne, let downe this packethread, at the West window of the Castle. By it you shall draw vp a Ladder of ropes, by which you may descend, your deerest Donusa with the rest of your friends, below attend you. Heauen prosper you.

Francisco.

O best of men! he that giues vp himselfe

[Page] To a true religious friend, leanes not vpon

A false deceiuing reede, but boldly builds

Vpon a rocke, which now with ioy I finde

In reuerend Francisco. Whose good vowes,

Labors, and watchings in my hopd-for freedome

Appeare a pious miracle. I come,

I come, good man, with confidence, though the descent

Were steepe as he [...]l, I know I cannot slide

Beeing cal'd downe, by such a faithfull guide.

Exit Vitelli.

Actus Quintus, Scaena Vltima.

Asambeg, Mustapha, Ianizaries.

Asam

Excuse me Mustapha, though this night to me

Appeare as tedious as that treble one

Was to the world, when [...]oue on faire Alcmena

Begot Alcides. Were you to encounter

Those rauishing pleasures, which the slow pac'd howres

(To me they are such) bar me from, you would

With your continued wishes striue to impe

New feathers to the broken wings of Time

And chide the amorous Sun, for too long dalliance

In Thetis watry bosome.

Musta.

You are to violent

In your desires, of which you are yet vncertaine

Hauing no more assurance to enioy 'em

Then a weake womans promise, on vvhich vvisemen

Faintely relye.

Asam.

Tush she is made of truth

And vvhat she says she vvill doe, holds as firme.

The chamber shot off.

As laws in brasse that know no change, what's this?

Some new prize broght in sure. Why are thy looks

So ghastly. Villaine speake.

Enter Aga.

Aga.

Great sir heare me

[Page] Then after kill me, vve are all betrayde,

The [...]alse Grimaldi suncke in your disgrace

With his confederates, haue seas'd his ship

And those that garded it stow'd vnder ha [...]ches

With him the condemn'd Princesse, and the Marchant

That vvith a ladder made of ropes descended

From the blacke Tower in which he was inclos'd,

And your fayre mistresse,

Asam.

Ha!

Aga.

With all their trayne

And choysest iewels are gone safe aboard,

Their sayles spread forth and with a fore-gale

Leauing our cost, in scorne of all pursuite

As a farewell they shew'd a broad side to vs.

Asam.

No more.

Musta.

Now note your confidence.

Asam.

No more.

O my credulity! I am too full

Of griefe, and rage to speake. Dull, heauy foole

Worthy of all the tortures that the frowne

Of thy incensed Master can throw on thee

Without one mans compassion, I will hide

This head among the desarts, or some caue

Fi [...]'d with my shame and me, where I alone

May dye without a partner in my mone.

Exeunt.

FINIS.

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