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A SELECT COLLECTION OF
OLD ENGLISH PLAYS. ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED BY ROBERT DODSLEY
IN THE YEAR 1744. FOURTH EDITION, NOW FIRST CHRONOLOGICALLY ARRANGED, REVISED AND ENLARGED
WITH THE NOTES OF ALL THE COMMENTATORS,
AND NEW NOTES
Elvira: Or, The worst not always true. A Comedy,
Written by a Person of Quality. Licenced May 15th,
1667, Roger L'Estrange. London, Printed by E. Cotes
for Henry Brome in Little-Brittain. 1667. 4o.
George Digby, Earl of Bristol, was the author of the
following play. He was, as Mr. Walpole[1] observes, "a
singular person, whose life was one contradiction. He
wrote against Popery, and embraced it; he was a zealous
opposer of the Court, and a sacrifice for it; was conscientiously
converted in the midst of his prosecution of
Lord Strafford, and was most unconscientiously a prosecutor
of Lord Clarendon. With great parts, he always
hurt himself and his friends; with romantic bravery,
he was always an unsuccessful commander. He spoke
for the Test Act, though a Roman Catholic; and addicted
himself to astrology on the birthday of true
philosophy." The histories of England abound with
the adventures of this inconsistent and eccentric nobleman
who, amongst his other pursuits, esteemed the
drama not unworthy of his attention. Downes, the
prompter,[2] asserts that he wrote two plays between the
years 1662 and 1665, made out of the Spanish; one
called "'Tis better than it was," and the other entitled
"Worse and Worse." Whether either of these is the
[Pg 4]present performance cannot now be ascertained. It is,
however, at least probable to be one of them with a
new title.[3] The same writer says he also joined with
Sir Samuel Tuke in the composition of "The Adventures
of Five Hours." "Elvira" was printed in the
year 1667, and Mr Walpole imagines that it occasioned
our author being introduced into Sir John Suckling's
Session of Poets, a conjecture which, however, will by
no means correspond with the time in which Lord
Bristol and Sir John Suckling are supposed to have
written the respective works before mentioned. From
the notice taken of him by Sir John Suckling as a poet,
he seems to have been the author of some pieces which
are now lost to the world.[4] After a life, which at different
periods of it commanded both the respect and
contempt of mankind, and not unfrequently the same
sentiments at one time, he died, neither loved nor regretted
by any party, in the year 1676.
[A MS. note in one of the former editions says: "A
play of pure intrigue.—Style feeble and drawling.—Plot
extremely complicated, and quite unintelligible
without a most fixed attention, which, however, the
play has not merit enough to excite. July 1819."]
FOOTNOTES:
[1] "Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors," ii. 25.
[4] It is not easy to find out why this inference is drawn,
since Sir J. Suckling only mentions him by name, with
three others comparatively little known.
"Sands with Townshend, for they kept no order; Digby and Shillingsworth a little further."
"Session of the Poets."—Collier. [But the Digby here mentioned
was Sir Kenelm Digby, surely.]
Enter Don Fernando, and at another door his
servant Fabio, both in riding-clothes.
Don F. Have you not been with him, Fabio, and given him The note?
Fab. I found him newly got out of his bed; He seem'd much satisfied, though much surpris'd, With your arrival; and as soon as possibly He can get ready, he'll be with you here. He says he hopes some good occasion brings you To Valencia, and that he shall not be At quiet till he know it. 'Twas not fit For me, without your orders, to give him [Pg 8]Any more light than what your ticket did.
Don. F. 'Tis well: go now, and see if Donna Elvira Be stirring yet, for I would gladly have her A witness, even at first, to what shall pass Betwixt my friend and me in our concernments: If she be still asleep, Fabio, make bold To knock, and wake her; w' have no time to lose. O, here she comes. Wait you Don Julio. [Exit Fabio.
Enter Donna Elvira.
Elv. Ah! can you think my cares and sleep consistent? Slumber and tears have sometimes met in dreams; But hearts, with such a weight as mine opprest, Find still the heaviest sleep too light a guest.
Don F. Madam, though such least pity do deserve, Who by their own unsteadiness have drawn Misfortune on themselves, yet truly, Elvira, Such is my sense of yours and my compassion, To see a lady of your quality Brought to such sad extremes in what is dearest, As makes me even forget my own resentments, Granting to pity the whole place of love; And at that rate I'll serve you. Yet thus far You must allow the eruption of a heart So highly injur'd, as to tell you frankly, 'Tis to comply with my own principles Of honour now, without the least relation To former passion or to former favours.
Elv. Those you have found a ready way to cancel; Your sullen silence, during all our journey, [Pg 9]Might well have spar'd you these superfluous words; That had sufficiently instructed me What power mere appearances have had, Without examination, to destroy With an umbrageous nature all that love Was ever able on the solid'st grounds To found and to establish. Yet, methinks, A man that boasts such principles of honour, And of such force to sway him in his actions, In spite of all resentments, should reflect, That honour does oblige to a suspense, At least of judgment, when surprising chances, Yet uninquired into, tempt gallant men To prejudicial thoughts of those with whom They had settled friendship upon virtuous grounds. But 'tis from Heav'n, I see, and not from you, Elvira must expect her vindication; And until then submit to th' hardest fate That ever can befall a generous spirit— Of being oblig'd by him that injures her.
Don F. Nay, speak, Elvira, speak; you've me attentive:
[With a kind of scornful accent.
It were a wonder worthy of your wit To make me trust my ears before my eyes.
Elv. Those are the witnesses, indeed, Fernando, To whose true testimony's false inference You owe my moderation and my silence, And that I leave it to the gods and time To make appear both to the world and you The maxim false, that still the worst proves true.
Enter Fabio.
Fab. Don Julio is without.
Don F. Wait on him in—— [Exit Fabio. And now, Elvira, If you'll be pleas'd to rest yourself awhile [Pg 10]Within that closet, you may hear what passes Betwixt my friend and me, until such time As I by some discourse having prevented Too great surprise, you shall think fit t' appear. He is the man (as I have often told you During my happy days) for whom alone I have no reserves; and 'tis to his assistance That I must owe the means of serving you In the concernments of your safety and honour; And therefore, madam, 'twill be no offence, I hope, to trust him with the true occasion That brings me hither to employ his friendship; Observing that respect in the relation Which I shall always pay you.
Elv. [Retiring as into the closet.] There needs no management in the relation. I am indifferent what others think, Since those who ought t' have thought the best have fail'd me: Sir, I obey, resign'd up to your conduct, Till mistress of my own. [Exit.
Enter Don Julio: Don Fernando and he embrace.
Don J. My joy to have my dear Fernando here So unexpectedly, as great as 'tis, Cannot make Julio insensible Of th' injury you have done him, t' have alighted, And pass'd a night within Valencia At any other place than at his house: Donna Blanca herself will scarce forgive it, When she shall know it.
Don F. I hope she's well.
Don J. She is so, thanks to heaven: But I must bid you expect a chiding from her.
Don F. You both might well accuse me of a failure, [Pg 11]Did not th' occasion of my coming hither Bring with it an excuse, alas! too just, As you will quickly find.
Don J. Nay, then you raise disquiet; ease me quickly, By telling me what 'tis. Of this be sure: Heart, hand and fortune are entirely yours At all essays.
Don. F. [After pausing awhile.] It is not new t' ye that I was a lover, Engaged in all the passion that e'er beauty, In height of its perfection, could produce; And that confirm'd by reason from her wit, Her quality and most unblemish'd conduct; Nor was there more to justify my love, Than to persuade my happiness in her Just correspondence to it, by all the ways Of honourable admission, that might serve To make esteem transcend the pitch of love.
Don J. Of all this I have not only had knowledge, But great participation in your joys: Than which I thought nothing more permanent, Since founded on such virtue as Elvira's.
Don F. Ah, Julio! how fond a creature is the man That founds his bliss upon a woman's firmness! Even that Elvira, when I thought myself Securest in my happiness, nothing wanting To make her mine, but those exterior forms, Without which men of honour, that pretend In way of marriage, would be loth to find Greater concession, where the love is greatest; As I was sitting with her, late at night, By usual admittance to her chamber, As two whose hearts in wedlock-bands were join'd, And seem'd above all other care, but how [Pg 12]Best to disguise things to a wayward father, Till time and art might compass his consent; A sudden noise was heard in th' inner room, Belonging to her chamber: she starts up In manifest disorder, and runs in, Desiring me to stay till she had seen What caus'd it. I, impatient, follow, As fearing for her, had it been her father: My head no sooner was within the room, But straight I spied, behind a curtain shrinking, A goodly gallant, but not known to me.
Don J. Heavens, what can this be?
Don F. You will not think that there, and at that hour, I stay'd to ask his name. He ready as I To make his sword th' expresser of his mind, We soon determin'd what we sought: I hurt But slightly in the arm; he fell as slain, Run through the body: what Elvira did, My rage allow'd me not to mark: but straight I got away, more wounded to the heart Than he I left for dead.
Don J. Prodigious accident! where can it end?
Don F. I got safe home where, carefully conceal'd, I sought by Fabio's diligence to learn Who my slain rival was, and what became Of my unhappy mistress, and what course Don Pedro de Mendoça took to right The honour of his house.
Don J. You long'd not more To know it then, than I do now.
Don F. All could be learn'd was this: that my rival, Whom I thought dead, was likely to recover, And that he was a stranger lately come Up to the court, to follow some pretensions: [Pg 13]His name he either learn'd not perfectly, Or did not well retain. As for Elvira, That none knew where she was; and that Don Pedro Had set a stop to prosecution In any public way, with what reserves Was not yet known.
Don J. More and more intricate.
Don F. I must now come to that you least look for. I had but few days pass'd in my concealment (Resentment and revenge still boiling in me) When late one evening, as I buried was In deepest thought, I suddenly was rous'd By a surprising apparition, Julio— Elvira in my chamber, speaking to me With rare assurance thus:—Don Fernando, I come not here to justify myself, That were below Elvira towards one, Whose action in deserting me hath shown So disobligingly his rash judgment of me. I come to mind you of honour, not of love: Mine can protection seek from none but yours. I've hitherto been shelter'd from the fury Of my enrag'd father by my cousin Camilla: But that's no place, you easily may judge, For longer stay: I do expect from you To be convey'd where, free from violence And from new hazards of my wounded fame, I may attend my righting from the gods.
Don J. Can guilt maintain such confidence in a maid? Yet how to think her innocent, I know not.
Don F. 'Twere loss of time to dwell on circumstances, Either of my wonder or reply: in short, What I found honour dictated, I did. Within two hours, I put her in a coach, [Pg 14]And, favour'd by the night, convey'd her safe Out of Madrid to Ocana, and thence In three days hither to Valencia, The only place where (by your generous aid) I could have hopes to settle and secure Her person and her honour. That once done, Farewell to Spain: I'll to the wars of Milan, And there soon put a noble end to cares.
Don J. Let us first think how to dispose of her, Since here you say she is; that done (which presses), You will have time to weigh all other things.
Don F. My thoughts can pitch upon no other way Decent or safe for her, but in a convent, If you have any abbess here to friend.
Don J. I have an aunt, ruling the Ursulines, With whom I have full power; and she is wise, In case that course were to be fix'd upon. But that's not my opinion.
Don F. What can Your reason be?
Don J. Last remedies, in my judgment, Are not to be used, till easier have been tried. Had this strange accident been thoroughly Examined in all its circumstances, And that from thence she were convicted guilty, Nought else were to be thought on but a cloister; But, as things stand imperfectly discover'd, Although appearances condemn her strongly, I cannot yet conclude a person guilty Of what throughout so contradictory seems To the whole tenor of her former life, As well as to her quality and wit; And therefore let's avoid precipitation, Let my house be her shelter for awhile; You know my sister Blanca is discreet, [Pg 15]And may be trusted; she shall there be serv'd By her and me with care and secrecy.
Don F. The offer's kind, but nowise practicable, And might prove hazardous to Blanca's honour, When it should once break out (as needs it must) From servants seeing such a guest so treated.
Don J. That, I confess, I know not how to answer: But, could Elvira's mind submit unto it, I could propose a course without objection.
Don F. That she can soon resolve; what is it, Julio?
Don J. A gentlewoman, who waited on my sister, Hath newly left her service for a husband, And it is known she means to take another: I have a ready way to recommend one— By Violante, of whose love and mine You are not ignorant, since that ere this We had been married, had not kindred forc'd us To wait a dispensation for 't from Rome. Blanca (I am sure) will readily Embrace any occasion of obliging her.
Don F. That were a right expedient indeed, Could but Elvira's spirit brook it.
Enter Elvira as from the closet.
Elv. You have ill measures of Elvira's spirit, Mistaken Don Fernando. Till Heaven's justice Shall her entirely to herself restore, The lowlier shape her fate shall hide her under, The more 'twill fit her humour.
Don J. [Aside.] O heavens! can guilt with such perfection dwell, And put on such assurance? It cannot be.
Don J. [Addressing himself to her, and beginning;
she holding out her hand and interrupting him.]
Madam——
Elv. Spare compliments, and let your actions speak: Those may oblige both him and me; your words Cannot comply with both.
Don J. [Aside.] Did ever yet Such majesty with misery combine, But in this woman? [To her.] Madam, I obey, And, since you're pleas'd t' approve what I proposed, No moment shall be lost in th' execution.
[Exit Julio, Fernando accompanying him,
and Fabio.
Elv. O, how unkindly have the heavens dealt With womankind above all other creatures! Our pleasure and our glory to have placed All on the brink of precipices, such As every breath can blow the least light of us Headlong into, past all hopes of redemption: Nor can our wit or virtue give exemption. 'Tis true, I lov'd; but justified therein By spotless thoughts and by the object's merit, I deem'd myself above the reach of malice; When in an instant, by another's folly, I am more lost than any by her[6] own. Accurs'd Don Zancho, what occasion E'er gave Elvira to thy mad intrusion? [Pg 17]Unless disdain and scorn incentives are To make men's passions more irregular. Ah, matchless rigour of the Pow'rs above! Not only to submit our honour's fate Unto the vanity of those we love, But to the rashness even of those we hate. [Exit.
Enter Donna Blanca at one door, reading a paper,
with great marks of passion and disturbance;
and her waiting-woman Francisca at another,
observing her.
Blan. Ah, the traitor!
Fran. What can this mean? [Aside.
Blan. Was this thy sweet pretension at Madrid, Drawn out in length, and hind'ring thy return? Thy fair pretence, thou shouldst have said, false man.
Fran. For love's sake, madam, what can move you thus?
Blan. For hate's sake, say, and for revenge, Francisca, And so thou may'st persuade me to discover My shame unto thee. Read, read that letter; 'Tis from your favourite Chichon.
[Francisca takes the letter and reads it.
"Madam, to make good my engagements of
concealing nothing from you during this absence
of my master, I am bound to tell you that some
ten days since, late at night, he was left for dead,
run through the body by another unknown gallant,
in the chamber of a famed beauty of the
court. Whilst the danger continued, I thought it
not fit to let you know either the accident or the
occasion; which, now he is recovered, and think[Pg 18]ing
of his return to Valencia, I must no longer
forbear. I hope you will have a care not to undo
me for being more faithful to you than to the
master you gave me.—Your creature,
"Chichon."
Blan. Have I not a worthy gallant, think you?
Fran. Madam, this comes of being over-curious, And gaining servants to betray their masters. How quiet might you have slept, and never felt What pass'd with your Don Zancho at Madrid! His pale and dismal looks at his return, Though caus'd by loss of blood in the hot service Of other dames, might fairly have been thought Effects of care and want of sleep for you, And (taken so) have pass'd for new endearments. Who ever pry'd into another's letter, Or slyly hearken'd to another's whisper, But saw or heard somewhat that did not please him? 'Twas Eve's curiosity undid us all.
Blan. Away with thy moralities,[7] dull creature! I'll make thee see, and false Don Zancho feel, That Blanca's not a dame to be so treated. But who are those I hear without? Whoe'er They be, they come at an unwelcome hour. [Francisca looks out.
Fran. Madam, it is a page of Violante's, Ushering [in] a handsome maid.
Enter a Page with a letter, and Elvira. The Page
presents the letter to Blanca; she addresses
herself to Elvira, and she throws up her veil.
Blan. This letter is in your behalf, fair maid,
[Having read the letter.
There's no denying such a recommender; But such a face as yours is needed none. Page, tell your lady as much: and you, Silvia, [Turning. (For so she says you are call'd) be confident Y'are fallen into the hands of one that knows How to be kind, more as your friend than mistress, If your demeanour and good-nature answer But what your looks do promise.
Elv.[8] Madam, it is the noble charity Of those you cast upon me, not mine own, To which I must acknowledge any advantage I ever can pretend to, more than what Fair Violante's meditation gives me.
Blan. She's strangely handsome, and how well she speaks! [Aside to Francisca.
Fran. So, so, methinks: you know new-comers, madam, Set still the best foot forward.
Blan. And know as well, that you decaying stagers Are always jealous of new-comers, young And handsome.
Fran. You may be as sharp upon me as you please; I know to what t' attribute your ill-humour. [Pg 20]
Blan. Francisca, entertain her: I'll go write To Violante, and then rest awhile, In hopes to ease the headache that hath seiz'd me; That done, sweet Silvia, we shall talk at leisure. [Exit Blanca.
Fran.Sweet Silvia! kind epithets are for new faces. [Aside.
Elv. Now comes the hard part of my task indeed, To act the fellow waiting-woman right. But, since the gods already have conform'd My mind to my condition, I do hope They'll teach me words and gestures suitable.
[Aside. Francisca embraces Elvira.
Fran. Let me embrace thee, my sweet sister, and beg you To be no niggard of a little kindness: A very little serves, with such a face, To gain what heart you please.
Elv. If it can help to gain me yours, I'll take it For the best office that it ever did me, And love it much the better.
Fran. Make much on't then, for that 't has done already.
Elv. If you will have me vain enough to think it, You must confirm it by the proof of being My kind instructor how to please my lady, For I am very raw in service.
Fran. O, that I were so too, and had thy youth t' excuse it. But my experience, sister, shall be yours By free communication. Come, let's in, And rest us in my chamber; there I'll give you First handsel of the frankness of my nature.
Enter Don Zancho and Chichon his man,
in riding-habits.
Don Z. I must confess, Chichon, the very smell Of sweet Valencia has e'en reviv'd my spirits. There's no such pleasure as to suck and breathe One's native air.
Chi. Chiefly after being in so fair a way, As you, of never breathing any more!
Don Z. Prythee, no more of that; since I have forgot it, Methinks thou easily may'st.
Chi. Faith, hardly, sir, whilst still your ghastly face Doth bear such dismal memorandums of it, Apter to raise inquisitiveness in those Knowing nothing of the matter, than t' allay Remembrance in partakers.
Don Z. Heaven shield us from Donna Blanca's queries! No matter for the rest.
Chi. You would not wish to find her so unconcern'd; I'm sure you would not: faith, I long to hear Th' ingenious defeats, I make account, You are prepar'd to give to her suspicions.
Don Z. Let me alone for that: but, on thy life, Be sure that nothing be screw'd out of thee, Neither by her nor by her sly Francisca.
Chi. Be you, sir, sure, that from your true Chichon They'll know no more to-day, than yesterday They did; nor thence more to the world's end, Than what they did before we left Madrid.
Don Z. Truly, Chichon, we needs must find the means [Pg 22]To get a sight of her this very night: I die, if I should miss it.
Chi. Last week left gasping for Elvira's love. And scarce reviv'd, when presently expiring For Blanca's again! I did not think Don Cupid Had been a merchant of such quick returns.
Don Z. Thou art an ass, and want'st distinctiveness 'Twixt love and love: that was a love of sport To keep the serious one in breath.
Chi. Faith, sir, I must confess my ignorance, That when I saw you grovelling in your blood, I thought your love had been in sober sadness.
Don Z. Prythee, leave fooling, and let's carefully Gain the back way into my house unseen, That none may know of my return, till Blanca Find me at her feet. And be you industrious T' observe Don Julio's going forth this evening: Doubtless he'll keep his usual hours abroad At Violante's, since not married yet.
Chi. I shall observe your orders punctually. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Julio, and knocks as at Blanca's door.
Don J. What, sister, at your siesta[9] already? if so, You must have patience to be wak'd out of it, For I have news to tell you.
Enter Blanca.
Blan. No, brother, I was much more pleasingly Employ'd—in serving you; that is, making [Pg 23]My court to Violante by receiving To wait upon me, in Lucilla's place, A gentlewoman of her recommending.
Don J. Where is she? let me see her.
Blan. 'Twere not safe: She is too handsome. You think now I jest? But, without raillery, she is so lovely, That, were not Violante very assur'd Of her own beauty and the strong ideas That still upholds within you, one might question Her wit to have set her in her gallant's way. But what's the news you mean?
Don J. That our dear friend and kinsman, Don Fernando, Is come to town, and going for Italy: The secret of it doth so much import him, It forc'd him to forbear alighting here, And lodging with us, as he us'd to do; But yet he says, nothing shall hinder him From waiting on you in the dusk of th' evening: I hope you'll find wherewith to regale[10] him.
Blan. As well as you have drain'd my cabinets Of late in presents to your mistress, some Perfumes will yet be found, such as at Rome Itself shall not disgrace Valencia.
Don J. I know your humour, and that the best present Can be given you is to give you the occasion Of presenting; but I am come in now Only to advertise you, and must be gone; Yet not, I hope, without a sight of one So recommended and commended so. [Pg 24]
Blan. I should have thought you strangely chang'd in humour, Should you have gone away so uncuriously. Francisca, ho! [She knocks.
Enter Francisca.
Fran. What please you, madam?
Fran. Prythee, tell Silvia I would speak with her.
[Exit Francisca.
Well, clear your eyes, and say I have no skill, If she appears not t' ye exceeding handsome.
Enter Francisca with Elvira. Don Julio
salutes her.
Don J. Welcome, fair maid, into this family, Where, whilst you take a servant's name upon you, To do my sister honour, you must allow Its master to be yours, and that by strongest ties, Knowing who plac'd you here, and having eyes.
Elv. I wish my service, sir, to her and you May merit such a happy introduction.
Don J. Farewell, sister, till anon: accompanied As now you are, I think you'll miss me little. [Exit Julio.
Blan. I must confess, I ne'er could better spare you Than at this time, but not for any reason That you, I hope, can guess at. Francisca, you and Silvia may retire,
[Exeunt Elvira and Francisca.
And entertain yourselves: I'll to my closet, And try to rest, or (rather) to vent freely My restless thoughts. O, the self-torturing part [Aside. To force complaisance from a jealous heart! [Exit.
FOOTNOTES:
[5] The errors Dodsley committed, and Reed allowed to remain,
in the course of this play, were very numerous: it
has been thought worth while to point out only a few of
them in the notes.—Collier.
[6] The substitution of my for her, in opposition to the
authority of the old copy, till now made this passage unintelligible.—Collier.
which destroys all the spirit of the exclamation.—Collier.
[8] The old copy inserts in the margin opposite Elvira the
words by the name of Silvia merely to show more distinctly
that Elvira was to pass by that name, which is
inserted before what she says.—Collier.
[9] The heat of the day, from noon forwards. So called
from Hora Sexta, noonday, a time when the Spanish ladies
retire to sleep.
[10] It is singular that in the old copy the author should
here have inserted the Spanish verb regalar instead of the
English one.—Collier.
Scene changes to the room in the inn. Enter DonJulio and Don Fernando.
Don J. Albricias,[11] friend, for the good news I bring you: All has fallen out as well as we could wish. As to Elvira's settling with my sister, So lucky a success in our first aims Concerning her, I trust, does bode good fortune Beyond our hopes; yet, in the farther progress Of this affair——
Don F. There's no such thing in nature left as better, Julio; the worst proves always true with me. Yet prythee, tell, how does that noble beauty (Wherein high quality is so richly stamp'd) Comport her servile metamorphosis?
Don J. As one whose body, as divine as 'tis, Seems bound to obey exactly such a mind, And gently take whate'er shape that imposes.
Don F. Ah, let us mention her no more, my Julio! Ideas flow upon me too abstracted From her unfaithfulness, and may corrupt The firmest reason. Above all, be sure I do not see her so transform'd, lest that Transform me too: I'll rather pass with Blanca Both for unkind and rude, and leave Valencia Without seeing her.
Don J. Leave that to me, Fernando; But if you intend the honour to my sister, It will be time: the night draws on apace. [Pg 26]
Don F. Come, let's begone then.
[As they are going out, enter Fabio hastily.
Fab. Stay, sir, for heaven's sake, stay——
Don F. Why, what's the matter?
Fab. That will surprise you both, as much as me. Don Pedro de Mendoça is below, Newly alighted.
Don F. Ha! What say'st thou, sirrah? Elvira's father?
Fab. Sir, the very same; And he had scarcely set one foot to ground When he inquired, Where lives Don Julio Rocca?
Don J. For my house, Fabio? It cannot be; I never knew the man.
Don F. The thing does speak itself and my hard fate. What else can bring him hither but pursuit Of me and of his daughter, having learn'd The way we took? and what's so easy, Julio, Here at Valencia, as to know our friendship; And then of consequence, your house to be My likeliest retreat?
Don J. 'Tis surely so; Let us apply our thoughts to best preventives.
Don F. Whilst we retire into the inner room T' advise together, Fabio, be you sure (Since unknown to him) to observe his motions. [Exeunt omnes.
Scene changes to the prospect of Valencia. Enter
Don Zancho and Chichon, as in the street
near Don Julio's house.
Don Z. Newly gone out, say you? That is as lucky as we could have wish'd: [Pg 27]And see but how invitingly the door Stands open still!
Chi. An open door may lead to a face of wood;
[Aside to Don Zancho.
But mean you, sir, to go abruptly in Without more ceremony?
Don Z. Surprise redoubles (fool) the joys of lovers. But stay, Chichon, let's walk aside awhile, Till yonder coach be past. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to the room in the inn. Enter DonJulio and Don Fernando.
Don J. There's no safety in any other way. You must not stir from hence, until w' have got Some farther light what course he means to steer. Let Fabio be vigilant: I'll get home Down that back-stairs, and take such order there Not to be found, in case he come to inquire, As for this night at least shall break his measures; And in the morning we'll resolve together, Whether you ought to quit Valencia or no.
Don F. Farewell, then, for to-night: I'll be alert. But see y' excuse me fairly to my cousin. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to Blanca's antechamber. Enter
Donna Blanca and Francisca.
Blan. As well as Silvia pleases me, Francisca, I'm glad at present that she is not well, She would constrain me else: she has wit enough To descant on my humour, and from thence To make perhaps discoveries, not fit For such new-comers.
Fran. If she has wit, she keep it to herself, [Pg 28]At least from me: of pride and melancholy I see good store.
Blan. Still envious and detracting?
Enter Don Zancho and Chichon.
Fran. See who comes there, madam, to stop your mouth!
[Donna Blanca casting an eye that way, and
Chichon clinging up close behind his master,
and making a mouth.
Chi. Sh' has spied us, and it thickens in the clear. I fear a storm: goes not your heart pit-a-pat?
[To his master, aside.
Blan. Ah, the bold traitor!—but I must dissemble, And give his impudence a little line, The better to confound him.
[Advancing to him, and as it were embracing him
with an affected cheerfulness.
Welcome as unexpected, my Don Zancho.
Don Z. Nay, then we are safe, Chichon. [Aside to Chichon. Incomparable maid! Heaven bless those eyes, From which I find a new life springing in me; Having so long been banish'd from their rays, How dark the court appear'd to me without them; Could it have kept me from their influence, As from their light, I had expir'd long since.
Blan. Y' express your love now in so courtly a style, I fear you have acted it in earnest there, And but rehearse to me your country mistress.
Don Z. Ah, let Chichon but tell you how he hath seen me During my absence from you. [Pg 29]
Chi. I vow I have seen him even dead for love. You might have found it in his very looks, Before you brought the blood into his cheeks.
Blan. E'en dead (you say) for love! but say of whom?
Don Z. Can Blanca ask a question so injurious, As well to her own perfections as my faith?
Blan. I can hold no longer. [Aside to Francisca. My faithful lover, then it is not you—— [To him scornfully.
Chi. She changes tone: I like not, faith, the key, The music will be jarring. [Aside to his master.
Blan. 'Tis not then you, Don Zancho, who, having chang'd His suit at court into a love pretension, And his concurrents into a gallant rival, Fell by his hand, a bloody sacrifice At his fair mistress' feet: who was it, then?
[Don Zancho stands awhile as amazed, with
folded arms. Chichon behind his master,
holding up his hands, and making a pitiful
face; Francisca steals to him, and holding
up her hand threateningly—
Fran. A blab, Chichon, a pick-thank, peaching varlet! Ne'er think to look me in the face again. [Aside to Chichon.
Chi. In what part shall I look thee, hast thou a worse? It is the devil has discover'd it— Some witch dwells here: I've long suspected thee.
[Aside to Francisca.
Fran. I never more shall think thee worth my charms. [Pg 30]
Blan. What, struck dumb with guilt? perfidious man! That happens most to the most impudent, When once detected. Well, get thee hence, And see thou ne'er presum'st to come again Within these walls, or I shall let thee see 'Tis not at court alone, where hands are found To let such madmen blood.
[She turns as going away, and Don Zancho
holds her gently by the gown.
Don Z. Give me but hearing, madam, and then if——
Don J. What, ho! no lights below-stairs? [Aloud, as below.
Fran. O heavens! madam, hear you not your brother? Into the chamber quickly, and let them Retire behind that hanging; there's a place, Where usually we throw neglected things. I'll take the lights and meet him: certainly His stay will not be long from Violante At this time of the night; besides, you know, He never was suspicious.
[Don Zancho and Chichon go behind the
hanging, and Donna Blanca, retiring to
her chamber, says—
Capricious fate! must I who, whilst I lov'd him, Ne'er met with checking accident, fall now Into extremest hazards for a man, Whom I begin to hate?
[Exit, and Francisca at another door with the
lights.
Francisca re-enters with Don Julio.
Don J. Where's my sister?
Fran. In her chamber, sir, Not very well; she's taken with a megrim. [Pg 31]
Don J. Light me in to her.
[Exit Don Julio, Francisca lighting him with
one of the lights. Chichon peeping out
from behind the hangings.
Chi. If this be Cupid's prison, 'tis no sweet one. Here are no chains of roses; yet I think Y' had rather b' in 't than in Elvira's chamber, As gay and as perfum'd as 'twas.
Don Z. Hold your peace, puppy; is this a time for fooling?
Enter Francisca, and Chichon starts back.
Fran. [Coming to the hanging.] Chichon, look out; you may, the coast is clear.
[Chichon looks out.
Could I my lady's near concerns but sever From yours in this occasion, both of you Should dearly pay your falsehood.
Chi. You are jealous too, I see; but help us out This once, and if you catch me here again, Let Chichon pay for all, faithful Chichon.
Fran. Y' are both too lucky in the likelihood Of getting off so soon. Stay but a moment, Whilst I go down to see the wicket open, And see that there be nobody in the way. [Exit Francisca.
Chi. It is a cunning drab, and knows her trade.
Re-enter Francisca, and comes to the hanging.
Fran. There's now some witch o' th' wing indeed, Chichon, Julio, that never till this night forbore To go to Violante's, ere he slept, And pass some hours there—Julio, who never Inquired after the shutting of a door, [Pg 32]Hath lock'd the gate himself at 's coming in, And bid a servant wait below till midnight, With charge to say to any that should knock And ask for him, that he's gone sick to bed! What it can mean, I know not.
Chi. I would I did not; but I have too true An almanac in my bones foretells a beating Far surer than foul weather. He has us, faith, Fast in Lob's-pound.[12] Heaven send him a light hand, To whom my fustigation shall belong: As for my master, he may have the honour To be rebuk'd at sharp.
Fran. May terror rack this varlet; but for you, sir, Be not dismay'd, the hazard's not so great. Yonder balcony, at farther end o' th' room, Opens into the street, and the descent is Little beyond your height, hung by the arms: When Julio is asleep, I shall not fail To come and let you out; I keep the key. In the meanwhile, you must have patience.
Chi. It were a nasty hole to stay in long. Did not my fear correct its evil savour. [Aside. Dame, you say well for him, with whom I think Y' have measur'd length, you speak so punctually Of his dimensions; but I see no care For me, your pretty, not your proper man, Who does abhor feats of activity. [To her.
Scene changes to Blanca's Bed-chamber. Enter
Blanca and Elvira; and soon after Francisca,
as in Blanca's chamber, she sitting at
her toilet undressing.
Blan. My brother told me I should see him again, Before he went to rest.
Fran. I think I hear him coming.
Blan. He'll not stay long, I hope; for I am on thorns Till I know they are out. I' th' meanwhile, We must persuade Silvia to go to bed, Lest some odd chance should raise suspicion in her, Before I know her fitness for such trusts.
Enter Don Julio. Elvira offers to unpin her gorget.
Blan. I prythee, Silvia, leave, and get thee gone To bed: you ha'n't been well, nor are not yet; Your heavy eyes betray indisposition.
Elv. Good madam, suffer me; 'twill make me well To do you service.
Blan. Brother, I ask your help; [To Julio. Take Silvia hence, and see her in her chamber. This night she must be treated as a stranger, And you must do the honour of your house.
[Julio goes to Elvira, and taking her by the hand, leads her away.
Elv. Since you will not let me begin to serve, I will begin to obey. [Making a low curtsey.
Fran. Quaint, in good faith! [Bridling.
Don J. My sister's kinder than she thinks, to give me
[To Elvira, as he leads her.
This opportunity of telling Silvia [Pg 34]How absolutely mistress in this place Elvira is. [Francisca whispers all this while with Blanca.
Elv. Good sir, forget that name.
[Exeunt Julio and Elvira.
Blan. If that be so, what shall we do, Francisca? What way to get them out?
Fran. It is a thing so unusual with him, It raises ominous thoughts, else I make sure To get them off as well as you can wish; But, if already awaken'd by suspicion, Nothing can then be sure.
Blan. O, fear not that: what you have seen him do Of unaccustom'd, I dare say relates To quite another business.
Fran. Then set your heart at rest from all disturbance Arising from this accident.
Blan. If you are certain To get them off so clear from observation, 'Twill out of doubt be best: I'll tell my brother Don Zancho is return'd, and had call'd here This evening to have seen him; for my fears Sprang only from the hour and the surprise, Warm'd as he then had found me; since you know How little apt he is to jealousy.
Fran. Madam, y' have reason; that will make all sure, In case he should be told of's being here; The time of's stay can hardly have been noted.
Enter Don Julio.
Don J. As an obedient brother, I have perform'd What you commanded me. [Pg 35]
Blan. A hard injunction from a cruel sister, To wait upon a handsome maid to her chamber!
Don J. You see I've not abused your indulgence By staying long; nor can I stay indeed With you, I must be abroad so early To-morrow morning; therefore, dear, good night.
Blan. Stay, brother, stay; I had forgot to tell you
[As he is going.
Don Zancho de Moneçes is return'd, And call'd this evening here t' have kiss'd your hands. Francisca spake with him.
Don J. I hope he's come successful in his suit: To-morrow I'll go see him. [Exit Don Julio.
Blan. You see he's free from umbrage on that subject.
Fran. I see all's well, and may he sleep profoundly— The sooner, madam, you are abed the better.
Blan. Would once my fears were over, that my rage Might have its course.
Fran. I shall not stop it, But after it has had its full career 'Twill pause, I hope, and reason find an ear. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to the room in the inn. Enter DonFernando and Fabio.
Don F. Is he gone out?
Fab. No, sir, not as yet; But seeing the servant he had sent abroad Newly return'd, I listen'd at his door, And heard him plainly give him this account— [Pg 36]That he had found Don Julio Rocca's house, And having knock'd a good while at the door, Answer was made him without opening it, Don Julio's not at home; whereat Don Pedro Impatient rose, and, calling for his cloak And sword, he swore he'd rather wait himself Till midnight at his door, than lose a night In such a pressing business.—This I thought Fit to acquaint you with, and that he spake Doubtfully of his returning to lodge here.
Don F. You have done well, but must do better yet, In following him, and being sure to lose No circumstance of what he does.
Fab. To dog him possibly might be observ'd, This moonlight, by his servant; but since, sir, We're certain whither he goes, my best course (I think) will be to go out the back-way, And place myself beforehand in some porch Near Julio's house, where I may see and hear What passes, and then do as I shall see cause.
Don F. 'Tis not ill thought on; but how late soever Your return be, I shall expect to see you, Before we go to bed.
Fab. I shall not fail. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to Donna Blanca's antechamber.
Enter Francisca, and goes to the hanging where
Don Zancho and Chichon are hid.
Fran. Ho! trusty servant with his faithful master! Come out; the balcony's open, lose no time, Julio's abed, and fast asleep ere this— [Pg 37]There's nobody in the street, it is so light One may discover a mile; therefore be quick.
[Don Zancho and Chichon come out from behind
the hanging, and follow her, as leading
to the balcony. [Exeunt.
[And soon after Don Zancho and Chichon
appear as in the balcony, and Francisca's
head as peeping out of the door into it.
Scene changes to the prospect of Valencia. Enter
Fabio as in the street, and settling himself in a
porch.
Fab. Here is a porch, as if 'twere built on purpose.
[Fabio, looking up, perceives them in the balcony.
Ha! here's a vision that I little dreamt of. Stand close, Fabio, and mum!
[Don Zancho gets over the balcony, and letting
himself down at arm's length, leaps gently
into the street. Chichon offers at the like,
but takes a fall as he lights, and (rising)
counterfeits lameness. Francisca retires,
and locks the balcony.
Chi. Curse on the drab, I think I've broke my leg.
Fab. The moon has turn'd my brains, or I have seen That person somewhere, and that very lately—
[Exeunt Don Zancho and Chichon, as turning
down the next street.
Enter Don Pedro and Fulvio.
Fab. O, now I see my men. [Retiring into the porch.
Don P. This is the street, you say; which is the house?
Fulv. That fair one, over against the monastery. Shall I go knock?
Don P. What else?
[Fulvio knocks at Don Julio's door, and nobody answers.
Don P. Knock harder.
[He knocks again, and one asks as from within, Who's there?
Don P. A stranger, who must needs speak with Don Julio, Although unknown to him: my business presses.
From within. Whoe'er you be, and whatsoe'er your business, You must have patience till to-morrow, sir. Don Julio went sick to bed, and I dare not Wake him.
Don P. Fortune takes pleasure, sure, in disappointing, When men are press'd with most impatience; But, since there is no remedy, guide, Fulvio, Unto the lodging y' have provided for me; I hope 'tis near at hand.
Fulv. Not above three doors from Don Julio's, There, where it makes the corner of the street. [Pointing.
Fab. Here I must follow, till I've harbour'd them.
Scene changes to a room in the inn. Enter DonFernando alone, as in his chamber.
Don F. It cannot now be long, ere Fabio come, And 'twere in vain to go to bed before, For rest, I'm sure, I should not—
[He walks about the room pensively.
Ah, my Elvira!—Mine? thou dost infect My very words with falsehood, when I name thee. Did ever mistress make a lover pay So dear as I for the short bliss she gave? What now I suffer in exchange of that, May make mankind afraid of joys excessive. But here he comes—
Enter Fabio.
Have you learn'd anything That's worth the knowing? [To Fabio.
Fab. Two things I think considerable, sir: The one, that Julio hath found means to gain This night to cast your business in, without Admitting of Don Pedro, whose pressures Might have been troublesome, and urged you To hasty resolutions; whereas now You've time to take your measures. The other, sir, Is that Don Pedro lodges here no more, And consequently hath eas'd you of constraint, Whilst you rest here, and left the way more free For intercourse betwixt Don Julio and you. This more I must observe t' ye, that Don Pedro Took special care to have his lodging near Don Julio's house, whereby 'tis evident, That there he makes account his business lies.
Don F. The news you bring me hath been worth your pains, And thanks t' ye for 't. I suppose that is all? [Pg 40]
Fab. Perhaps there's something else.
Don F. Say, Fabio, what is't?
Fab. Pray, sir, allow me This night to think, whether it be fit or no To tell it you; since 'tis a thing relates not, As I conceive, to you nor to your business; And yet, in the concernments of another, May trouble you.
Don F. Be not o'erwise, I prythee. I will know What 'tis, since you have raised curiosity By such grimaces.
Fab. You must be obey'd; but pray remember, sir, If afterwards I am call'd fool for my pains, Who made me so: but since I do not only Expect the fool, but ready to be thought A madman too, ere I have done my story, In this I will be wilful, not to tell it Till y' are abed, that I may run away— So if you long to hear it, hasten thither.
[Exit Fabio, as to the chamber within.
Don F. Content, i'faith; you ask no great compliance. [Exit.
Scene changes to the room in Zancho's house.
Enter Don Zancho; and Chichon, as at
home, halting.
Don Z. We're well come off from danger; would we were But half as well from Blanca's jealousy.
Chi. Speak for yourself; I never came off worse. A pox upon your venery, it has made me Another Vulcan. [He halts about, grumbling.
Don Z. Go, rest to-night, or grumble, as you please; [Pg 41]But do not think limping will serve your turn To-morrow: faith, I'll make you stir your stumps. Think you a lover of my temper likely To sit down by it so?
Chi. I'm sure I am only fit to sit down by it, Since I can hardly stand.
[He makes as if he would sit down, and DonZancho giving him a kick on the breech.
Don Z. Coxcomb, come away.
Chi. To-night's to-night: to-morrow's a new day.[13][Exeunt.
FOOTNOTES:
[11] See an early note to "The Adventures of Five Hours"
in the present volume.
[12] [i.e., In a snare. See Hazlitt's "Proverbs," 1869, p. 200,
where it is shown that the earlier phrase is Cob's
pound.]
Enter Don Fernando and Fabio, as in the room
in the inn.
Don F. Are all things ready, Fabio, in case Don Julio, when he comes, conclude with me That I should be gone presently?
Fab. Horses stand ready for you at the posthouse.
Don F. 'Tis well; attend without. [Exit Fabio.
Enter Don Julio.
I see you sleep not in your friend's concerns, You are so early; and since so, the sooner We fix a resolution, certainly 'Twill be the better. 'Twas no small point gain'd, To frustrate for a night Don Pedro's aims, As Fabio tells me you have done; for he Ne'er quitted him an inch last night, until He had harboured him.
Don F. That he has, And (which is more considerable) taken one Close by your house, which evidences clearly, Where his suspicions lie: that being so, I'm confident you'll be of my opinion For my dislodging from Valencia Immediately; for, Elvira being Already so well settled, nothing can So much endanger her discovery As my remaining longer in these parts.
Don J. Were I but free as yesterday, Fernando, To think of nothing but Elvira and your Concernments, I must confess your absence From hence were to be wish'd: but, cousin, There's fallen out this very night a thing, Which shows how little I beholden am To fortune that, having so newly lent me The means of serving handsomely my friend, Calls back the debt already, and makes me As needing of your aid, as you of mine.
Don. F. Ho! Fabio, forbid the horses presently.
[Fabio looks in.
The least appearance, Julio, of my being [To Julio. Useful to you by staying puts an end To all deliberation for myself; Say, what's the accident? you have me ready.
Don J. Such and of such a nature, my Fernando, That, as to be communicated to none But you (another self), so I am sure It will astonish you with the rehearsal. Ah! could you think it possible, that Blanca Should raise disturbance in the heart of Julio, As to the honour of his family?
Don F. Heavens forbid!
Don J. Never was brother so secure as I, Or so unalterable in his persuasion, [Pg 43]Of having a sister of unmatch'd discretion; Nor e'er could less than evidence itself Have shaken such a confidence.
Don F. For God's sake, Julio, Hold me no longer in such pain of mind. But, sure, we shall be better there within, Free from the noise of the street.
Don J. You say well. [Exit Julio.
Don F. [As he follows him, aside.] This is what Fabio told me he saw last night, Discovered by some accident to Julio; It can be nothing else. O women, women! [Exit Fernando.
Enter Don Pedro and Fulvio, as in their new lodgings.
Don P. I am glad you have lighted on so fit a place For all I intend, as this is, Fulvio. I shall repair the last night's disappointment By early care this morning: in the meanwhile, Fail not of your part in the discovery Where my enemy dwells, and i' th' observation Of all his motions; that's the important part.
Fulv. Rely, sir, on my care and vigilance.
[Exeunt Don Pedro and Fulvio.
Enter Don Julio and Don Fernando, as in the
outward room of the inn.
Don J. It is a quarter Always reserv'd to my own privacy. There lying unsuspected, if, whilst I Continue late abroad, under pretence Of being at Violante's, you keep watch Carefully within, he cannot 'scape us: [Pg 44]So you be sure to observe punctually The sign agreed, and bolting of the doors, When he is once within.
Don F. Since you have so resolv'd and laid your business, Dispose of me, and lead the way, whilst I Give Fabio his instruction what to do During my absence. [Exeunt Fernando and Julio.
Enter Donna Blanca and Francisca, as in
Blanca's antechamber.
Fran. Since the black cloud, that threaten'd you last night With such a storm, is luckily blown over Without a sprinkling, I hope, madam, you Will imitate the Fates, and grow serene From all those clouds which so much threaten'd others.
Blan. Ah! Francisca, canst thou—
[She stops, seeing Elvira coming.
Enter Elvira, with a fine basin of flowers.
But here's Silvia. O, the sharp thorns she brings me at this time, With flowers in her hand, by the constraint Her presence gives me! [Aside.
Elv. Madam, I wish the 'ranging of these flowers May be to your mind; but alas, I fear I am too dull for works of fancy.
Blan. 'Tis me you find too dull to relish them: Anon they may be welcomer.
Elv. I'll wait that happy hour. [Aside.] She's in ill humour. [Exit Elvira. [Pg 45]
Blan. But tell me now, didst ever see, Francisca, So false and bold a creature? The impudence He had to clothe his treachery with new courtships, Provokes me most of all.
Fran. Last night indeed, incens'd as you were, madam, I fain would know what air so soft and gentle He could have breath'd, would not have blown the flame Higher and higher; but methinks your pillow Should in so many hours have had some power T' allay and mollify: I then complied (He present) with your anger; but now, madam, You must allow me to speak reason t' you In his behalf, before you go too far, And put things in your passion past recal, Which, that once over, you would give your life To have again.
Blan. Pray, think me not so tame.
Fran. So tame, say you? I think you wild, I swear, To take so much to heart, what at the most Deserves but some such sparkling brisk resentment, As, once flash'd out in a few choleric words, Ought to expire in a next visit's coyness.
Blan. Make you so slight of infidelity?
Fran. Cupid forbid! I'd have men true to love; But I'd have women, too, true to themselves, And not rebuke their gallants by requiring More than the nature of frail flesh will bear. I'd have men true as steel; but steel, you know, (The purest and best-polish'd steel) will ply, Urg'd from its rectitude, forsooth; but then With a smart spring comes to its place again. [Pg 46]
Blan. Come, leave your fooling, and speak soberly.
Fran. Why then, in sober sadness, you're i' th' wrong— I do not say in being angry with him, And nettled at the thing—that's natural. We love no partners, even in what we know We cannot keep all to ourselves: but, madam, To think the worse of him for it: or resolve A breach of friendship for a slight excursion, That were a greater fault than his, who has For one excuse long absence; and in truth Another you'd be sorry he wanted—youth.
Blan. You talk as if——
Fran. [interrupting her.] Stay, madam, I beseech you, And let me make an end: I have not yet Touch'd the main point in his excuse, a suit At court, enough I trow for any dog-trick.
Blan. How like a goose you talk! a court pretension! What has that to do, one way or other, With his faith to me?
Fran. So one, displeased to find his crawfishes Shrivell'd within and empty, said to his cook (Who laid the fault upon the wane o' th' moon): What has the moon to do with crawfishes? Marry, she has, 'tis she that governs shell-fish; And 'tis as true, in courts that love rules business By as preposterous an influence.
Blan. I prythee, make an end, or come to th' point.
Fran. Why, then, I'll tell you: you may believe me (Having been train'd up in my youth, you know, In the best school to learn court mysteries, An aunt of mine being mother of the maids), [Pg 47]Love holds the rudder, and steers in all courts. How oft, when great affairs perplex the brains Of mighty politicians to conjecture, From whence sprung such designs, such revolutions: Such exaltations, madam, such depressions, Against the rules of their mysterious art; And when, as in surprising works of nature, Reason's confounded, men cry those are secrets Of the high pow'rs above, that govern all Grave lookers on, stroking their beards, would say, What a transcendent fetch of state is this! These are the things that wisdom hides and hatches Under black cap of weighty jobbernowl; I mean Count Olivarez. All the while, We female Machiavels would smile to think, How closely lurking lay the nick of all Under our daughter Doll's white petticoat.
Blan. All this, I grant you, may be true, and yet Ne'er make a jot for his excuse, Francisca. His suit had no relation to such matters.
Fran. Whate'er the thing be, 'tis all one. D' you think Suits, be they what they will, can be obtain'd By such as pass for fops, as all young men Without a mistress or a confidant Are sure to do there? A sharp-pointed hat (Now that you see the gallants all flat-headed) Appears not so ridiculous as a younker Without a love-intrigue to introduce And sparkify him there. Madam, in short, Allow me once to be sententious: It is a thing that always was, and is, And ever will be, true to the world's end: That, as in courts of justice, none can carry On business well without a procurator, [Pg 48]So none in princes' courts their suits make surer, Than those that work them by the best procurer.
Blan. [Smiling a little.] Well, hast done, Francisca?
Fran. Madam, I have.
Blan. Then letting pass Thy fine reflections politic, now vented To shew thy skill in courts, I'll tell thee freely, I'm not transported in my jealousy So far beyond the bounds of reason, as Not to know well the difference betwixt Such escapades of youth, as only spring From warmth of blood or gales of vanity, And such engagements as do carry with them Dishonour unto those, whose quality And love leave little to the serious part, Once embark'd by them in a gallantry.
Fran. I see the clouds disperse. There's no such art Of compassing one's ends with those above us, As that of working them into good humour By things brought in by the by. [Aside. Why, surely, madam, unless anger lend you Its spectacles to see things, I cannot think You judge Don Zancho's fault to be any other Than of the first kind, so well stated by you.
Blan. Francisca, were I otherwise persuaded, I am not of an humour that could suffer Such parleys for him, much less intercession; But since, upon reflection, I find cause To think what he has done a sally only Of youth and vanity, when I shall find him Sufficiently mortified, I may pardon him.
Fran. Heavens bless so sweet a temper! but, madam, Have a care, I beseech you, of one thing.
Fran. That, whilst your pride of heart Prolongs his readmission, his despair Urge him not to some precipitate attempt That may expose your honour, safe as yet. You see what danger the last night's distemper Had like t' have brought you into: transported lovers, Like angels fallen from their bliss, grow devils.
Blan. What, would you have me appear so flexible? Is't not enough I tell you I may pardon him in due time?
Fran. Good madam, be advis'd: I do not press you For his sake, but your own. Trust my experience, To women nought's so fatal as suspense; Whose smartest actions ne'er did cast such blot On honour as this—shall I? shall I not?
Blan. I'd rather die, than have him think me easy.
Fran. Your spirit never can be liable To that suspicion. Madam, leave to me The conduct of this matter, I beseech you: If, ere you sleep, you do not see the gallant Sufficiently humbled at your feet, Ne'er trust Francisca more.
Blan. You are so troublesome: do what you will.
[Blanca turns away, and exit as into her closet.
Fran. What, gone away? I'll do what she would have, but dares not say. [Exit.
Enter Don Julio and Elvira, as in Blanca's chamber.
Don J. Where's my sister, Silvia? [Looking about him. [Pg 50]
Elv. In her closet, sir: As yet not ready.
Don J. And where's Francisca?
Elv. She's with her, dressing her.
Don J. Why then, Elvira, Let me not lose this opportunity Of telling you how sad a man I am To see you in this posture, and to assure you How gladly I would lay down life and fortune To serve you in Don Fernando's absence.
Elv. Your generosity I make no doubt of: But is Fernando gone?
Don J. I cannot say That he is gone; for he was not himself, With the thought of leaving you, and yet less Himself, whene'er he thought of staying near you; Tortur'd by two such contrary passions, As love and sharp resentment.
Elv. He is gone then?—— [She pauses. Ah, generous Don Julio, [Putting her handkerchief to her eyes. You needs must be indulgent to a weakness Which, whilst that he was present, indignation, And a just sense of what I am, had pow'r To keep within myself; but now I find That check remov'd, nature will have its tribute, And you must pardon my withdrawing, where [She weeps. Such grief may pay it with unwitness'd tears. [Exit Elvira.
Don J. Can a demeanour so compos'd, so noble, And yet so tender, want true innocence? It cannot be. It grieves my heart, I swear, T' have given her new affliction; but the secret Of Don Fernando's close concealment here Is so important, it necessitated [Pg 51]My saying what I did, since secrets are Ever kept best by those that know them least.
Enter Blanca and Francisca.
Now, high dissimulation play, thy part! [Aside. Good morrow, sister, have you rested well? And do you rise serene, as does the sun? Free from distemper, as the day from clouds? Your looks persuade it me, they are so clear And fresh this morning.
Blan. The pleasure of seeing you puts life into them, Else they'd be dull enough, this ugly headache Having tormented me all night. You might Have heard me call Francisca up at midnight.
Fran. That was well thought on, for 'tis possible He may have heard some noise. [Aside.
Don J. How cunning she is! [Aside. Faith, now you put me in mind of it (I think) 'Twixt sleep and waking, I once heard some stirring.
Blan. The worst of my indisposition is, That 'twill, I fear, hinder me again to-day From visiting Violante, to thank her For Silvia.
Don J. I charge myself with all your compliments; For this whole afternoon, till late at night, I needs must pass with her, to make amends For yesterday's failings, caus'd, as you know, By Don Fernando's being in town.
Blan. I must not hope to see you then again To-day, when once gone out?
Don J. Hardly; unless to wait on Violante, In case she come to see you, as 'tis likely, When I shall tell her you are indispos'd: And so farewell. [Exit Don Julio. [Pg 52]
Blan. All's well, I see, Francisca, as to him: I wish my heart were but as much at rest In what concerns Don Zancho.
Fran. It shall be Your own fault if it be not quickly so, As I'll order the matter.
Blan. Take heed you make him not grow insolent, By discovering to him my facility.
Fran. I'm too well vers'd to need instructions.
Blan. I leave all t' you. But how does Silvia This morning?
Fran. I think she has been crying, She looks so dull and moped.
Blan. I'll in and see her. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to Don Zancho's house. Enter DonZancho, and Chichon limping.
Don Z. What, not yet gone, thou lazy, trifling rascal?
Chi. What juster excuse, sir, for not going, Than is a broken leg?
Don Z. If you find not your own leg quickly, sirrah, I shall find you a wooden one.
Chi. Be as angry as you will, sir, I'll not go Till I have made my conditions: the true time For servants to stand upon points is, when Their masters stand upon thorns.
Don Z. What are they, owl's face?
Chi. Assurance, sir, but of free air within, With fair retreat upon an even floor; And that it shall not be in a slut's power, After having kept me in a nasty place, To empty me out at window.
Don Z. Prythee, Chichon, [Pg 53]Ha' done, and miss not th' opportunity By fooling. Unless you take Francisca, Just as she comes from mass, this day is lost, And I lost with it.
Chi. Come, I'll hobble to her. Expect a sorry account, but yet a true one; Truth always comes by the lame messenger. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to a fine pleasant apartment. Enter
Don Julio, and knocks, as at the door of his
private apartment: Fernando opens the door
and lets him in.
Don F. Y' have given me here a very pleasant prison: But what news, my Julio? Are things disposed For clearing of your doubts? My own concerns I cannot think on during your disquiet.
Don. J. And I come now so strangely mov'd with yours, I scarce have sense or memory of my own. A heart of adamant could not be hinder'd, I think, from liquefaction into tears, To 've seen and heard Elvira, as I have done, Upon th' occasion of my telling her That you were gone. A sense so gallant and so tender both I never saw in woman.
Don. F. Can that high heart descend to tenderness?
Don J. Not whilst (you present) noble pride upheld it; But, nature once set free from that constraint, O, how pathetic was her very silence! And the restraint of tears in her swol'n eyes, More eloquent in grief than others' torrents. If she be guilty, all her sex are devils. [Pg 54]
Don. F. O, say no more; for were there room but left For self-deceit, I might be happy yet. Ah! evidence too cruel to deny me that! [A noise without.
Don. J. But what can be the noise I hear without— In the next room? [Fernando peeps through the key-hole.
Don F. 'Slife! I see Don Pedro, Elvira's father: there's no avoiding him; He'd not a' come up so, without being sure You are within.
Don J. Farther put-off would be of little use, Since first or last he must be satisfied, Being come hither upon such an errand. The sooner now we see what 'tis he drives at, The sooner we shall take from thence our measures; I'll therefore go out to him, and be sure To entertain him still so near the door, That you may hear what passes.
Don F. I shall be attentive, and expect the issue With much impatience. [Exit Don Julio.
Scene changes to Don Julio's antechamber. Enter
Don Pedro and his Servant, and Don Julio
and a Page.
Don P. My business, sir, is to Don Julio Rocca;
[Addressing himself to Don Julio.
If you be he, I shall desire the favour Of some few words with you in private.
Don J. Sir, I am he to serve you. Page, set chairs.
[He points to the Page, and makes him set the
chairs by the door where Don Fernando
is, and then the Page and Don Pedro's
man retire. [They sit down.
Don P. Having not the honour to be known t' you, sir, 'Tis fit this letter make my introduction: 'Tis from the Duke of Medina.
[He gives Don Julio the letter, which he receives
with great respect; and going a little aside,
reads it.
"Don Pedro de Mendoça, my kinsman and
most particular friend, goes to Valencia in pursuit
of one who hath highly injured his family, whose
righting I am so much concerned in, as, could it
have been done without too much publication of
the thing, I would have accompanied him myself,
but my presence will be needless in a place where
you have power: I do therefore conjure you, and
expect from your regard and kindness to me, that
you employ it thoroughly in his behalf, and what
service you shall do him, put it upon my account,
whom you shall always find
"Your most affectionate cousin to serve you,
The Duke of Medina."
Don J. [giving the letter to Don Pedro, and he taking it.] Sir, it is fit you see how heartily The Duke hath recommended your concernments, Whose will's a law to me.
[Don Pedro having read it, and restoring it.
Don P. He told me, indeed, how very sure he was Of your friendship and dependence. I am proud to find he makes So obliging use of it to my advantage.
Don J. I do avow myself his creature, sir; Therefore the sooner you shall let me know In what I may be useful t' you, the sooner You'll see my readiness to serve you.
Don P. Your personal reputation, sir, as well [Pg 56]As your relation to the duke, assur'd me Beforehand of what I find; and therefore As hard a part as it is for a gentleman Of my blood and temper to become Relater of his own shame, unreveng'd On the author of it, I shall tell you in short: I live under an affront of th' highest nature To the honour of my family; and the person Who did it makes Valencia his retreat. 'Tis against him, Don Julio, That your assistance must support me here: I have already got some notice of him, And when I shall be ascertain'd, I'll repair Again unto you for your friendly aid, And for the present trouble you no farther.
[Don Pedro offers to rise, as going away.
Don J. A little patience, I beseech you, sir. I have express'd my readiness, and be sure I am a man never to fail, where once I have engag'd my word; but, sir, withal You must consider with a fair reflection, That in this place are all my chief relations Of blood and friendship; and though neither shall Have power t' exempt me from the serving you In any just pretension, yet you know That men of honour ever ought to seek, How to comply with one duty without Violating another.
Don P. I understand you, sir; and as 'tis that Which well becomes a person of your worth To have reflected on, so it becomes me To satisfy, before I engage you farther. Then give me leave to ask you, whether or no Don Zancho de Moneçes be of the number Of those, towards whom y'are under obligation Either of blood or friendship?
[Don Julio showing some little surprise, but
presently recovering.
Don J. Don Zancho de Moneçes, say you?
Don P. Sir, the same— He startled at his name. [Aside.
Don J. He is a person I have always liv'd In friendly correspondence with, without Any such tie upon me towards him, As ought to hinder my frank serving you.
Don P. You have reviv'd me; and since I have now nam'd My enemy, I can conceal no longer The grounds on which he is so. That Don Zancho, About a fortnight since, was late at night Found in my house, run newly through the body, And welt'ring in his blood, ready to expire. I by the outcry brought upon the place, Surpris'd as you may imagine, and enrag'd, Was yet so far master of my passion, As to disdain the owing my revenge To an unknown hand, perhaps as guilty Towards me as was the sufferer. I made Him straight be carried to a surgeon, where I thought it generous to give him life, Then dead, that living I might give him death. Recover'd sooner than I thought, he fled, And with him, as I have reason to believe, My only daughter, who the very night Of the accident was missing. O, the curse Of men, to have their honours subjected To the extravagance of such vile creatures!
Don J. [Sighing.] 'Tis our hard fate indeed.
Don P. I presently employ'd all diligence To know what way he took, and having learn'd 'Twas towards this place, hither I have pursued him; Confirm'd in my pursuit by information Along the road, that an unknown gallant [Pg 58]Had, with his servant, guarded all the way A conceal'd lady in a coach. And thus, sir, You have the story of my injury; Whereof I doubt not but your generous heart Will wed the just revenge.
Don J. You may rely on't, sir, without reserves, To th' utmost of my power.
Don P. May the gods reward you The life that you renew to these grey hairs! I'll take my leave at present, and return t' ye, As soon as from the diligences used I shall have clearer lights.
Don J. Here you shall find me waiting your commands.
[Exit Don Pedro, Don Julio waiting on him
out.
Scene changes. Enter Don Julio and Don Fernando,
as in the private apartment.
Don J. I hope you overheard us?
Don F. All distinctly, And with surprising joy at his mistake. Did ever bloodhound, in a hot pursuit, Run on so readily upon the change?
Don J. I hope it bodes good fortune in the rest.
Don F. Were e'er two friends engag'd in an adventure So intricate as we, and so capricious?
Don J. Sure, never in this world: methinks it merits A special recapitulation. You, at the height of all your happiness, Supplanted with your mistress by a rival You neither knew nor dreamt of, evidence Anticipating jealousy. [Pg 59]
Don F. And when that rival, fallen by my sword In her own presence, is by miracle Revived, and fitter to serve her than I, That faithless mistress with the same assurance She could have done, had she been true as fair, And for my sake expos'd to fatal hazards, Flies to my arms for her protection.
Don J. And whilst that you, refining point of honour, In spite of rage expose yourself to serve her, She asks and takes, with a vow'd indignation To be beholden t' ye, new obligations.
Don F. I have recourse unto my only friend, To help me in protecting my false mistress, And he, at the same time, by highest powers [is] Impos'd upon to be her persecutor.
Don J. Whilst the same friend, and by the selfsame pow'rs, Is urg'd to act in their revenge against The man, on whom you most desire to take it: And then, to heighten all beyond invention, That very friend is forc'd, even in that instant, To a dependence on your only aid, In his honour's nearest and most nice concerns.
Don F. Heaven, sure, delights t' involve us in a kind Of labyrinth will pose itself t' unwind. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to the room at Don Zancho's. Enter
Don Zancho, and Chichon at another door,
halting still with a staff.
Don Z. What, here again already! have you sped? [Pg 60]
Chi. Lame as I am, you see I've made good speed In my return, whate'er I've had in my errand.
Don Z. Leave, fool, your quibbling, and deliver me From the disquiet of uncertainty.
Chi. That's quickly done. Set, sir, your heart at rest From the vain hopes of ever seeing Blanca— Now you are at ease, I trow?
Don Z. You'll be at little, unless you leave your jesting With such edge-tools. Is banishment from her Matter of raillery? Say, sirrah, and say Quickly, what hopes?—— Prythee, if thou lov'st me, [Kindly. Hold me no longer in suspense, Chichon.
Chi. Why, then, for fear—the devil a bit for love— I'll tell you, sir, that luckily I met The drab Francisca at the capuchin's, Lodging behind her lady, I think on purpose; For I perceiv'd her eager sparrowhawk's eye, With her veil down (ne'er stirs a twinkling-while From its sly peeping-hole) had found me straight— took my time i' th' nick, but she outnick'd me; For trudging on, her face another way, With such a voice, as some you have seen have had The trick to draw from caverns of their belly, And make one think it came from a mile off, She made me hear these words: About twilight Fail not to pass by our door, and ask no more At this time, varlet. And thus, sir, you see, That neither she nor I have been prolix, For this is all. You have leave to make your comment On a brief text. [Pg 61]
Don Z. As sweet methinks as short: such words imply Little less than a demi-assignation.
Chi. All puddings have two ends,[14] and most short sayings Two handles to their meaning.
Don Z. I'm sure I'll still lay hold upon the pleasing'st, Till it be wrested from me: i' th' meanwhile, If any visitants come this afternoon, Be sure to tell them I am gone abroad, That nothing else embark us at the time. You shall not go alone.
Chi. I thank you for it— I cannot go alone.
[Holding up his staff. Exeunt, Chichon halting.
Scene changes to Don Julio's private apartment.
Enter Don Fernando and Julio.
Don J. All things are rightly laid, for Violante Will pass the afternoon with Blanca, and then, I waiting on her home in th' evening, Blanca Will be secure from me till late at night. I shall be where I told you, in full view Of those two windows. If the gallant come Up the great stairs, he must pass through that room, And cannot 'scape your knowledge; if up the back one, You needs must see him passing through the entry, Close by that door. If this latter way, Be sure to set the candle in that window: [Pointing. If up the other, in that: and in either case, [Pg 62]As soon as he's within, fail not to bolt, On th' inside, th' entry-door, and so he may Find no retreat that way, I coming up The other.
Don F. Be assured I shall be punctual, As you direct. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to Don Pedro's lodging. Enter
Don Pedro and his servant Fulvio.
Don P. Are you sure of what you say?
Fulv. As sure, sir, As my own eyes can make me of what I saw. You cannot doubt my knowing him, since 'twas I (You may remember) fetch'd the surgeon to him, And saw his wounds dress'd more than once or twice. The tavern, where I was, looks into his garden, And there I left him walking to come tell you.
Don P. We are well advanc'd then towards my just revenge. I found Don Julio as ready to comply With all the duke's desires as I could wish; And my great fear is over, that Don Zancho Might possibly have been some near relation Of his own: so that now, Fulvio, if you Keep but a careful eye upon his motions, And give me notice, he can hardly 'scape us.
Fulv. Doubt not my diligence. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to the garden. Enter Blanca and
Francisca as in a fine garden with orange-trees
and fountains.
Blan. You must have your will; but know, Francisca, [Pg 63]If you expose me to his vanity, I never shall forgive you.
Fran. I tell you, madam, I will bring him t' ye So mortified, he shall an object be For pity, not for anger: you'll need employ Kindness to erect the poor dejected knight.
Blan. It fell out luckily, that Violante Came hither; for, my brother now engag'd With her, we're safe till ten o'clock at least.
Fran. But how shall we dispose of Silvia? It will be hard to 'scape her observation, For she has wit, and of the dangerous kind— A melancholy wit. O the unlucky star, That leads a lady, engaged in love-intrigues, To take a new attendant near her person!
Blan. 'Twas an unluckiness; but Violante Could not be denied, I having told her So often that I wanted one; besides, Who could have thought sh' had one ready at hand? But we must make the best on't for this night: 'Twill not be hard to busy her, till 't be late, In the perfuming-room. This near occasion Well o'er, I think it will not be amiss, Against another, to say somewhat to her, That may, in case she have perceiv'd anything, Persuade her she is not distrusted.
Fran. Madam, take heed of that: whene'er you find It necessary to say anything, Be sure to say that, that she may think all. Take one rule more from my experience: Nothing so fatal as a confidence By halves in amorous transactions. But here she comes—
Blan. Come, Silvia, and take your part of this sweet place; This is a day indeed to taste its freshness.
Elv. Madam, I needs must say, within a town I never saw so fine a one.
Blan. In truth I think not many sweeter. Those fountains, Playing among the orange-trees and myrtles, Have a fine mix'd effect on all the senses, But think not, Silvia, to enjoy the pleasure Without contributing to make it more.
Elv. How can I be so happy?
Blan. Francisca tells me she has overheard you Warbling alone such notes unto yourself, As have not only a good voice betray'd, But skill to manage it.
Elv. It is Francisca, That has betray'd a very ill one, madam.
Blan. Under yon palm-tree's shade, there is a seat That yields to none in the advantages It lends to music: let's go sit down there. For this first time, one song shall satisfy.
Elv. When you have heard that one, I shall not fear Your asking me another.
[They go and sit down under the palm-tree, and
Elvira sings.
The Song.
See, O, see! [Pg 65]How every tree, Every bower, Every flower, A new life gives to others' joys; Whilst that I, Grief-stricken, lie, Nor can meet With any sweet, But what faster mine destroys. What are all the senses' pleasures, When the mind has lost all measures?
Hear, O, hear! How sweet and clear The nightingale And waters'-fall In concert join for others' ears; Whilst to me For harmony Every air Echoes despair, And every drop provokes a tear. What are all the senses' pleasures, When the mind has lost all measures?
Blan. I thank you, Silvia; but I'll not allow One of your youth to nourish melancholy By tunes and words so flattering to that passion.
Elv. The happiness of serving you may fit me In time for gayer things.
Blan. I will not ask another for the present; Not for your reason, but because I'll be More moderate in my pleasures. Now, Silvia, I have a task to give you.
Elv. Whate'er it be, 'twill be a pleasing one, Of your imposing.
Blan. 'Tis to gather store of Fresh orange-flowers, and then carefully To shift the oils in the perfuming-room, As in the several ranges you shall see [Pg 66]The old begin to wither. To do it well Will take you up some hours; but 'tis a work I oft perform myself; and that you may Be sure not to mistake, I'll go thither With you, and show you the manner of it.
Elv. I hope I shall not fail, so well instructed. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to the room at Don Zancho's. Enter
Don Zancho and Chichon.
Chi. Y'are so impatient, sir, you will mar all: I tell you that 'tis yet too light by half, The sun is hardly set: pray fetch a turn Or two more in the garden, ere you go.
Don Z. You must be governor, I see, to-night, You are so proud o' th' service you have done. Come away. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to the garden again. Elvira appears
in the garden, as gathering flowers from the
orange-trees, and then (with her apron full)
going away, says—
Elv. The task enjoin'd me is a sweet one, truly, But I smell somewhat more in the imposal. So far I am happy yet in my misfortune, That I am lighted into a lady's service Of an obliging humour; but (most of all) One that, as kind as she is, I see 's as glad To leave me alone, as I to be it. Somewhat There is mysterious in her looks and conduct: Such motions just, such inequalities, Such flatteries to those I trusted least, Such pretty employments found to busy those I would be rid of, and such arts are these To single out her confidant (unnoted), [Pg 67]I well remember would Elvira use, Whilst the unquiet joys of love possess'd her, How innocent soever. And, besides, Francisca's sitting up so late last night, And going up and down so warily, Whilst others slept, is evidence enough What god reigns here, as well as at the court. But I forget myself. Let descants cease, Who serves, though she observes, must hold her peace.
[Exit Elvira.
Scene changes to the prospect of Valencia. Enter
Don Zancho, with his cloak over his face, and
Chichon.
Don Z. Advance, Chichon, I'll follow at a distance. 'Tis the right time—just light enough, you see, For warn'd expecters to know one another. I hope she will not fail you.
Chi. She fail us! No sentinel perdu is half so alert As she in these occasions.
Enter Francisca veiled, peeping as out of the portal of Don Julio's house.
Fran. There comes the varlet; and I'm much deceived, Or that's his master lagging at a distance— I'll give them a go-by, cover'd with my veil.
[She passes by them heedlessly.
Chi. By that light, as little as 'tis, 'tis she: I'll to her.
Don Z. And I'll stand close the while— When you have broken the ice, I'll take my time.
[Chichon, going to Francisca, lays hold of her veil, and she turns about.
Chi. What signifies a veil to hide my doxy, When every motion of a leg or wing Darts round perfuming and informing airs? Thou art the very cauliflower of women.
Fran. And thou the very cabbage-stalk of men, That never stank to me, as does a blab.
Chi. Curse on thee, hold thy tongue! Dost thou not see, Who stands against that wall?
Fran. Away, sauce-box!
[She, thrusting him off, goes on. Don Zancho
sets himself just in her way, and makes as
if he would lie down in it.
Don Z. Pass, trample on me, do, trample—but hear me!
Fran. These shoes have been my lady's, and she'd ne'er Forgive it, should they do you so much honour. [Showing her foot. 'Tis thou hast caus'd all this. [Aside, turning to Chichon.
Chi. Fire on thy tongue!
Don Z. Ah, my Francisca, if there be no hopes Of pardon, nor of pity, yet at least Let Blanca, for her own sake, be so just As not to give me cruel death unheard: Do you your part at least, and do but give her This letter from me—
[He offers her a letter, and she starting back:
Fran.Guarda! that's a thing She has forbidden with such menaces, I dare as well become another Porcia,[15] And eat red burning coals. I had much rather Consent that, now she's all alone at home, You should transportedly rush in upon her, As following me: so possibly you might Attain your end without exposing me [Pg 69]Who, in that case, know how to act my part So smartly against you, as shall keep her clear From all suspicion. But I am to blame Thus to forget my duty: I'll stay no longer.
[He stops her, and, pulling out a purse of money,
puts it into her hand. Francisca offers to
restore the purse, but yet holding it fast.
Don. Z. Spoke like an angel.
Fran. This is, you know, superfluous with me, And shocks my humour; but anything from you! Be sure you follow boisterously.
[She trudges away, and goes in hastily, as at
Julio's house, and Don Zancho follows
her in. Chichon stops at the door.
Chi. I'll bring you no ill-luck a second time. If for sport's sake you have projected me Another summersault from the balcony, Make your account that 'tis already done, Here you will find me halting in the street. [Exit Chichon.
Scene changes to Donna Blanca's antechamber.
Enter Blanca.
Blan. How true it is that nature cheats mankind, And makes us think ourselves the only tasters Of pure delight and bliss; when as indeed, Oppressing us with pains and griefs, she makes Deliv'rance from them pass for solid pleasure! Witness in me those images of joy, Wherewith she flatters now my expectation: What will its highest satisfaction be At most, but ease from what tormented me?
Fran. It now imports you have affected rage As ready at hand as usually you have Anger in earnest. But, above all, be sure You discharge it smartly upon me; for here He presses at my heels.
Enter Don Zancho, and goes to cast himself at
Donna Blanca's feet, and she starting back
from him.
Blan. What insolence is this? Think not, Francisca, That I am to be fool'd! This is your work: You shall not stay an hour within these walls— By all that's good, you shall not!
Fran. For heaven's sake, madam, be not so unjust [Whining. To an old servant, always full of duty. But can I govern madmen? Would y' have had me Make all the street take notice? There he attack'd me With such transportment, the whole town had rung on't, Had I not run away. Could I imagine A man so wild as to pursue me hither Into your presence?
Blan. It is well, Don Zancho; [Severely and scornfully. Blanca may be thus used; but he that does it Shall find——
[She turns away as going out, he holds her by the sleeve.
Don Z. Pardon this rudeness, madam, but a man Made desperate hath nothing more to manage. Hither I come to give you satisfaction, [Pg 71]And if my reasons can't, my heart-blood shall; But you must hear me, or here see me dead.
Blan. Since to be rid of him, Francisca, I see
[Turning to Francisca.
I must the penance undergo of hearing him, Keep careful watch to prevent accidents.
Fran. Madam, your closet will be much more proper For such a conference; for in case your brother Should come, Don Zancho has a safe retreat From thence down the back-stairs. I shall be sure To give you timely notice.
Don Z. And I know perfectly the passage thorough Th' entry; I've come up more than once that way During my happy days.
Blan. I think y' have reason; since I must have patience, Light us in thither.
[Francisca takes the lights, and going before
them, exeunt omnes.
Scene changes to the prospect of Valencia. Enter Don Julio, as in the portal of his own house.
Don J. The light was in the farther window; therefore He went up this way: now, if Fernando Have not forgot to bolt the entry-door, He cannot 'scape us, sure, whoe'er he be. 'Tis the only comfort, In such misfortunes, when a man hath means To right his honour, without other help Than such a friend as is another self, And that the shame's even from domestics hid, Until it be reveng'd.
Enter Chichon, as coming out of the porch before
Don Julio's house.
Chi. 'Slight! 'tis Don Julio that I saw go in! My master's like to pass his time but ill; I'll steal in after, and observe: although My courage cannot stead him, my wit may, As things may possibly fall out.
[Exit Chichon, as stealing after Don Julio
into his house.
Scene changes to Donna Blanca's closet. Enter
Don Zancho and Donna Blanca, as in her
closet.
Blan. As fine a story as may be! No, Don Zancho, I, Blanca Rocca, am not carta blanca,[16] Fit to receive whate'er impression Your art——
Enter Francisca hastily.
Fran. Your brother's in the hall already; Quick, quick, and let him find you in your chamber Before your glass, I have set it ready there, Whilst he retires the way it was resolv'd.
[Pointing to Don Zancho.
[Francisca takes the candle, and exeunt she and
Donna Blanca; Don Zancho, another
way.
Scene changes to Donna Blanca's bed-chamber. Re-enter
Donna Blanca and Francisca, as in
Blanca's chamber, she newly seated at her
toilet, and beginning to unpin.
Enter Don Julio.
Don J. Blanca, I thought you had been abed ere this. Have you had company to entertain you, And keep you up beyond your usual hour?
Blan. What company can I have, you abroad, At this time of the night?
Don J. I fain would find out some such as might please you.
[Ironically.
Francisca, take a candle and light me in To Blanca's closet.
Blan. Good brother, what's the matter? You were not wont to be so curious, As thus to pry into my privacies.
Don J. That you shall know anon. Do as I bid you, Francisca.
[Francisca takes one of the candles, and going
before him stumbles, and falling puts out
the light. Don Julio, taking it up, lights
it again at the other on the table, and going
with it himself towards Donna Blanca's
closet.
These tropes are lost on me. [Exit.
Fran. Let him go, now we have gain'd time enough.
Blan. Thanks to thy timely fall!
Fran. Persons employ'd In such trusts must have their wits about them. [Pg 74]'Tis clear that he suspects, but know—he cannot. When once you see all safe, 'twill then import you To play the tyrant over him, with reproaches For this his jealousy.
Blan. Let me alone for that. But let us follow him in, that we may mark His whole demeanour. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Zancho in disorder.
Don Z. Curse on't, the entry-door's bolted within, What shall I do? [He pauses.] I must seek a way, Through the perfuming-room into the garden. [Exit.
Enter Don Julio, with a candle in his hand, and
passing hastily over the stage.
Don J. He must be gone this way, there is no other; The entry-door was bolted.
Enter Donna Blanca and Francisca, who pass
over the stage, as if stealing after Don Julio.
Fran. All's safe: he takes that way. Let him, a God's name, Follow his nose to the perfuming-room.
Blan. He'll fright poor Silvia out of her wits; But I'll come to her succour with a peal Will ring him. [Exeunt Donna Blanca and Francisca.
Scene changes to the laboratory. Here is to
open a curious scene of a laboratory in
perspective, with a fountain in it, some
stills, many shelves, with pots of porcelain
and glasses, with pictures above them: the
room paved with black and white marble,
with a prospect through pillars at the end,
discovering the full moon, and by its light a
perspective of orange-trees, and towards that
farther end Elvira appears at a table,
shifting flowers, her back turned.
Enter Don Zancho hastily: Elvira turning about,
they both startle, and stand awhile as it were
amazed.
Don Z. O heavens! what is't I see? 'Tis mere illusion, Or 'tis the devil in that angel's form, Come here to finish by another hand The fatal work that she began upon me By Don Fernando's.
Elv. Good gods! Don Zancho here! it cannot be! Or 'tis his ghost, come to revenge his death On its occasioner; for, were he alive, He could not but have more humanity Than (having been my ruin at Madrid, And robb'd me of my home and honour there) To envy me an obscure shelter here.
[Whilst they amazed step back from one another,
enter Don Julio, who, seeing Don Zancho
with his back towards him, drawing
his sword, says—
Don J. Think not (whoe'er thou art), by flying thus From room to room, to 'scape my just revenge. [Pg 76]Shouldst thou retire to th' centre of the earth, This sword should find thee there, and pierce thy heart.
[Throwing down the candle, he makes towards
Don Zancho; but upon his turning about
towards him, he makes a little stop, and
says—
Nay then, if it be you, I'm happy yet In my misfortune, since the gods thus give me The means at once, and by the self-same stroke, To right my honour, and revenge my friend; And, by that action, fully to comply With what the Duke requires in the behalf Of wrong'd Don Pedro.
[Don Julio makes at Don Zancho: he
draws, and they begin to fight; Elvira
crying out, Help! help! runs to part them,
and they stop upon her interposing.
Enter Don Fernando hastily over the stage, as
coming from the private apartment.
Don F. I hear an outcry and [a] clattering of swords. My friend (engag'd) must find me by his side.
[Exit, and re-enters at another door.
[As Fernando comes to the door of the perfuming-room,
seeing them at a stand, he
stops and stands close.
Don F. They are parleying: let's hear. [Aside.
[Blanca and Francisca passing over the
stage.
Blan. 'Twas Silvia's voice: my heart misgives me somewhat.
Fran. 'Tis some new accident or some mistake; Don Zancho cannot but be safe long since. [Pg 77]
Blan. However let us in, and see.
[Exeunt Blanca and Francisca, and re-enter
as at another door of the perfuming-room,
and make a stand, as surprised with what they see.
Blan. We are all undone, I fear.
Fran. A little patience. [Chichon stealing over the stage.
Chi. The noise is towards the perfuming-room, I know the back-way to it through the garden.
[Exit Chichon, and re-enters at the farther end
of the laboratory, and stands close.
Don Z. Wit must repair the disadvantages I'm under here, and save my Blanca's honour. That once secur'd, there will be time enough To save Elvira's. [Aside.
[Whilst this passes, Elvira holds Julio by the
arm, he striving to get from her.
Since, by this lady's interposing thus, You have thought fit our swords should pause awhile, It may (I think) consist enough with honour So far to seek your satisfaction, sir, As to remove mistakes. Know then, Don Julio, That, though I have presum'd upon your house, I have not wrong'd your honour: it is she, With whom you find me, that hath brought me hither; Her I have long ador'd, and, having got Intelligence that she was here conceal'd, My passion (I confess) transported me Beyond that circumspection and regard, Which men of quality use, and ought t' observe Towards one another's dwellings.
Don J. Good gods, what an adventure's here! Yet all [Pg 78]Is well, so Blanca's honour be but safe. [Aside. Sir, you surprise me much; can this be true?
[To Don Zancho.
Blan. Francisca, heard you that? had ever man So ready a wit in such an exigent? [Aside.
Don J. [to Elvira.] What say you, madam?
Fran. We're surer lost than ever, unless she Have wit and heart to take the thing upon her. [Aside. Madam, make signs to her, and earnestly. [To Blanca.
[Blanca makes earnest signs to Elvira.
Fran. [aside to Blanca.] She looks this way, as if she comprehended Your meaning.
Elv. I understand her, and I know as well What mischief I may bring upon myself; But let Elvira still do generously, And leave the rest to fate. [Aside.] Sir, since you press me,
[To Don Julio.
My humour ne'er could disavow a truth: Don Zancho's passion and transportments for me, Beyond all rules of temper and discretion, Have been the cause of all my sad misfortunes, And still I see must be the cause of more.
Don J. Unhappy creature! how thou hast deceiv'd My prone persuasion of thy innocence!
Don Z. If that suffice not, sir, you have this ready To give you satisfaction. [Holding out his sword.
Don F. Hell and furies!—but I will yet contain Myself, and see how far my friend will drive it. [Aside.
Don J. Stay, Don Zancho, [Pg 79]And answer me one question. Is this night The first of your presuming thus to enter My house by stealth?
Don Z. The query is malicious; But I must thorough, as I have begun. [Aside.
Blan. [Aside to Francisca.] There was a question makes me tremble still.
Don Z. No, sir, it is not: I'll keep nothing from you. Last night upon the same occasion——
Don J. Hold! it suffices.
Fran. [Aside hastily to Blanca.] All's safe, you see: for God's sake, let's away Ere Julio perceive us. Your presence here can serve for nothing, madam, But to beget new chances and suspicions.
[Exeunt Blanca and Francisca. Don Fernando
rushes out, drawing his sword.
Don F. Yes, it suffices, Julio, to make This hand strike surer than it did before.
Elvira. Nothing was wanting to my misery, But his being here to overhear; but yet I must not suffer the same hand to kill him A second time, upon a greater error Than was the first.
[Aside. Don Fernando making at DonZancho; Elvira steps between, and
Julia also offers to stay him.
Don F. [Striving to come at Don Zancho.] Strive to protect your gallant from me, do! Strive, but in vain: the gods themselves cannot! What, you, Don Julio, too?
[Chichon, running out from the place where he
lurked, strikes out both the lights with his
hat.
Chi. I have lov'd to see fighting; but at present I love to hinder seeing how to fight. [Pg 80]Knights, brandish your blades, 'twill make fine work Among the gallipots! [Aloud. You have me by your side, sir, let them come; They are but two to two. [As to his master. Sir, follow me, I'll bring you to the door.
[Aside to his master, and pulling him.
Don Z. There's no dishonour in a wise retreat From disadvantages, to meet again One's enemy upon a fairer score.
[Chichon pushing his master before him out of
door.
Chi. [Aside to his master.] There 'tis; advance, sir, I'll make good the rear.
[Exit Don Zancho and Chichon.
Don J. Ho! who's without? bring lights. [He stamps.] They cannot hear us, The room is so remote from all the rest.— What a confusion's this! Recall, Fernando, Your usual temper, and let's leave this place, And that unhappy maid unto its darkness, To hide her blushes, since her shame it cannot.
[Exit Don Julio groping, and drawing DonFernando with him.
Elv. [Alone.] Darkness and horror welcome, since the gods Live in the dark themselves; for had they light Of what's done here below, they would afford Some ray to shine on injur'd innocence, And not, instead thereof, thus multiply Obscuring clouds upon it, such as the sun, Should he with all his beams illuminate Men's understandings, scarce could dissipate. I now begin to pardon thee, Fernando, Since what thou hast heard in this enchanted place Carries conviction in 't against my firmness, Above the pow'r of nature to suspend [Pg 81]My condemnation: unless wrong'd virtue might Expect in thee a justice so refin'd, As ne'er was found in man to womankind. 'Tis now, I must confess, the lost Elvira Fit only for a cloister, where, secure In her own spotless mind, she may defy All censures, and without impiety Reproach her fate even to the deity. [Exit, groping her way.
FOOTNOTES:
[14] [The proverb is, Everything hath an end, and a pudding
hath two.]
Enter Don Julio talking to himself, and at another
door Fernando who, perceiving it, stands close.
Don J. Bless'd be the gods that yet my honour's safe Amidst such strange perplexities, from which Fortune and wit (I think) together join'd, With all their strength, could hardly an issue find. To temper, comfort, or to serve my friend What argument? what means? how to assist Don Pedro in his aims, and to comply With what I owe the duke, I see as little; And less conceive, how to behave myself, As ought a gentleman towards a lady, With whose protection he hath charg'd himself, And brought her to his house on that assurance; Whom to expose cannot consist with honour, However she may have expos'd her own; And (least of all) how to repair to Blanca The injury I have done her, whose high spirit, I fear, will be implacable. O heavens! What a condition's mine?
[He stands pausing, and startles, seeing Don Fernando.
Enter Don Fernando.
Don F. Pardon, dear cousin, if, to avoid one rudeness, I have another unawares committed. Whilst fearing t' interrupt, I have o'erheard; Yet nothing, cousin, but the self-same things My thoughts have been revolving all this night, Concern'd for you, much more than for myself; For I, upon reflection, find I am Much easier than I was; by certainty Freed from the sorest weight, perplexity. In the first place you must forgive your friend The high distemper of last night's transportments: I hope you'll find me well recovered from them, And that my morning resolutions are Such as will make amends.
Don J. Make no excuses, dear friend: such provocations Surprising are above philosophy; And 'tis no small experiment of yours, If after them you can have brought yourself So soon to fix a judgment what to do.
Don F. I have fix'd on that, which I am sure will serve All interests but my own, as heretofore I understood my happiness; but now I shall no longer place it in anything Dependent on the wild caprice[17] of others. No, Julio, [Pg 83]I will be happy even in spite of fate, By carrying generosity up to th' height. Elvira shall her dear bliss owe to me, Not only by desisting, but by making Her lov'd Don Zancho marry her: his refusal Alone can make me kill him o'er again.
Don J. Since that unhappy maid, with all her beauty And that high quality, hath made herself Unworthy of your marriage, certainly None but Fernando ever could have pitch'd Upon so noble a thought: but think withal, What difficulties are likely to obstruct it!
Don F. Say what occurs to you.
Don J. Don Zancho is a man of wit and courage; And though his passion out of doubt be great, Since it hath made him do so wild an action, As that of coming twice into my house After so strange a manner; yet, Fernando, You cannot but imagine such a one Likely to have quite different reflections Upon Elvira's conduct for a wife, From what he has upon it for a mistress: They are two notions very differing. Besides, should the proposal but appear In the least kind to spring from your desire, Whose former commerce with her's not unknown, It were the only way to drive him off Past all recal. I think few have accepted Wives recommended to them by their rival.
Don F. In that y' have reason, I confess; but, Julio, Think of the way; for marry her he must, Or die, and by no other hand but mine. [Pg 84]
Don J. [Pausing.] I am thinking of it, and, I hope, to purpose.[18] What interposer can be found so fit As Blanca in this business, since Don Zancho Has long been her particular acquaintance? And what can be more natural, than for her To take to heart Elvira's chief concernment, Whom he finds here retir'd in her misfortune, As to her surest friends?
Don F. Y' have lighted, cousin, on the only way; And lose no time, I beg you.
Don J. The least that may be; but you must consider In what a predicament I am likely To be with Blanca at present.
Don F. I understand you (since the jealousy You expressed of her); but 'tis to be hoped The peace will not be long a-making.
Don J. You little know her spirit, once inflam'd. But as I'll lose no time, so I'll omit No art to bring her to a temper fit To hear and to advance the proposition.
Don F. Heaven give you good success!
Don J. [Turning back to Fernando.] I had forgot to tell you that I think It will be necessary that, as soon As I have weather'd Blanca's storm, I make A visit to Don Pedro, to prevent His coming hither to disorder us, Before we have set [all] things right.
Don F. 'Twas not ill thought on: and till you return I shall keep close in your apartment; [Pg 85]For Blanca has not seen me, and Elvira Has too great cares upon her to be curious. [Exeunt.
Enter Blanca and Francisca; Blanca with a gay
air, as in her antechamber.
Blan. Say, my Francisca, can romances equal Our last night's adventure? was there ever Such a come-off! Our sex has us'd to boast Presence of mind in exigents of love; But I believe none of us ever match'd Don Zancho's readiness in an occasion So sudden and so critical.
Fran. Ever give me the man of ready parts.
Blan. But prythee, whilst we give Don Zancho 's dues, Let us be just, too, to poor Silvia's merit; Was ever anything so generous Or so obliging to a mistress!
Fran. So it appears, madam, I must confess; But the excess of it makes it suspicious.
Blan. Fie, leave this humour of detracting still, And call her to me, that I may embrace, And thank her; that done, consider how To bring her off, who's brought us off so well. [Offers to go out.
Enter Don Julio.
Fran. Stay, I beseech you, and compose yourself To act a part quite of another nature; Here comes Don Julio, towards whom I hope You'll tune yourself to a far differing key From that of thanks and kindness. [Pg 86]
Blan. Let me alone for that: I'll play the dragon.
[As Don Julio advances, Blanca turns from
him with a furious countenance, and flies
out of the room, Don Julio following her.
Don J. Dear sister, stay, and hear me.
Blan. Detested brother, leave me.
[She makes as if she were going, and he holds her.
Don J. Hear me but, Blanca, and then vent your passion Against a brother that condemns himself As much as you can do; but hear me speak.
Blan. Your actions, Julio, have spoke loud enough To echo through the world your shame and mine. Has all the tenor of my life been such, With such exactness of unblemish'd conduct, That malice might have stain'd the noonday sun More easily than tarnish'd Blanca's honour, And must that honour now be prostitute By the caprice of an unworthy brother? Should any other have invaded it, Had not you righted her, she has a heart Would have found ways to right herself; but you Th' aggressor, what remedy but rage?
[She flings from him and exit.
Fran. She acts it rarely. [Aside.
Don. J. Was ever man so unfortunate as I? [To Francisca. I must confess she has reason, and the sense She thus expresses of my fault becomes her; But it must be your work, my dear Francisca, To pacify. When once you shall but know All that has pass'd these nights, I am certain You'll say no human confidence could e'er Be proof against such circumstances.
Fran. Alas! my offices can signify [Pg 87]But little. But I'm sure the occasion Gives me a sad heart. O my dear lady! [As if she were crying.
Don J. I love good-nature; but I prythee, leave, And come in with me, that I may tell thee all. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Pedro and Fulvio, as in his lodging.
Don P. A' God's name, Fulvio, what has been thy meaning, To make me sit up almost all last night Expecting thee, when such impatience held me? Thou wert not wont to be so negligent In things of so great weight.
Fulv. Nor have I been it now: 'tis overcare Of your commands hath held me so long from you. You know the orders that you gave me, sir, To watch Don Zancho's motions? accordingly I sat all day in my observing-place, Till about twilight I saw him and 's man Steal as it were abroad: I as warily Dogg'd them from street to street, till, sir, at length He made a stand up close against a wall, Whilst that his servant entertain'd a woman Close-veil'd, who was come out, I think, on purpose, From an adjacent house; soon after, he Accosted her himself. Their conference Lasted but little; she made haste away To th' house from whence she came, and he as much To follow her in.
Don P. Where was't? and why cam'st thou not presently, To give me notice, as you were directed? [Pg 88]
Fulv. At that you will not wonder, when you know Whose house he enter'd; but at this you'll wonder— It was Don Julio's.
Don P. [Starting.] Ha! Don Julio's, say'st thou?— [He pauses. But, now I think on't, 'tis no marvel, Fulvio, Since newly come to town; for I remember Don Julio told me, that Don Zancho and he Had always liv'd in friendly correspondence.
Fulv. Visits, sir, only of fair civility, After long absence, are not usually Begun by twilight in such cautious manner; Nor usher'd in by female veil'd conductors. But pray, sir, hear the rest.
Don P. What can this be? [Aside.] Say on then quickly.
[To Fulvio.
Fulv. I presently concluded with myself That, since Don Julio was the friend on whose Assistance you relied against Don Zancho, You ne'er would think, sir, of attacking him, As he came out from thence: I judg'd it, therefore, My wisest course to stay, and mark the issue. And stay I did, till it was after midnight; About which time, walking from side to side, That I might see both issues of the house, It being as light almost as day, I saw The gallant and his man leap from the wall Of Julio's garden, and from thence in haste Make home.
Don P. 'Sdeath, man, thou dream'st! Don Zancho from Don Julio's In that manner? Awake, fool, and speak sense.
Fulv. I say but what I saw, as I see you.
Don P. O, the devil! what, the same villain Found the affronter of my friend too here [Pg 89]In the same kind! Give me my cloak and sword, I must know the bottom of this. [Exeunt.
Enter Blanca and Francisca, as in her antechamber.
Blan. I come from seeing and caressing Silvia; But with most strange surprise at her comportment Towards me.
Fran. How, madam!
Blan. My words and actions both expressing to her, Not only highest gratitude and kindness, But a solicitude in the concerns Of her honour, equal to what she had shown In mine, they were receiv'd with such a coldness, With such an air of melancholy pride, With half replies, and those not half to th' purpose, As make me with amazement to conclude, That either she has lost her understanding, Or that there's somewhat in't we understand not.
Fran. She is a maid of an odd composition; And besides that, I needs must tell you, madam, That having had my observation freer Than you, perhaps, during last night's adventure, I remark'd somewhat, both in her demeanour And in Don Zancho's, makes me confident They met not there strangers to one another, As you imagine. But there's time enough To think and talk of that: what presses now, Is your right ordering of Don Julio: You have begun as well as can be wish'd.
Blan. Say, did I not do my part? [Jollily.
Fran. Beyond imagination; But take heed now of overdoing it, 'Tis time to tack about to reconcilement, And thought of drawing those advantages [Pg 90]From the embroilment, as may for the future Secure you from like accidents.
Blan. You say well; but how?
Fran. The first step must atonement be between you, Of which he hath so earnestly conjur'd me To be an instrument that, you consenting To give him a hearing through my mediation, I am made for ever, and settled in the power Of serving you by better cosening him: Besides, he tells me, he hath that to say And to propose unto you, as shall not only Excuse him with you, but prevent all danger Of prejudicial rumours, which might rise From last night's accident.
Blan. Agreed; let's in, And play the second part. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Zancho and Chichon, as in his own
house.
Don Z. Were we not born with cauls upon our heads?[19][Jollily. Think'st thou, Chichon, to come off twice a-row [Pg 91]Thus rarely from such dangerous adventures?
Chi. Rather, I think, with combs, so oft to venture.
Don Z. Thou coxcomb, say, had I not my wits about me?
Chi. 'Twere too uncomplaisant to deny that. You know I love not to talk seriously, But tell me now in earnest, are you satisfied To have come off so? is there no qualm remaining Upon your gentle heart for leaving i' th' suds A poor distressed virgin? Who she is, I neither know nor care; but I am sure, Had generous Chichon, to save his life, Play'd a sweet innocent lady such a trick, He would have pass'd but for a recreant knight; And much the more, she having shown herself So gallant as, to save her lady's honour, T' expose her own. Say, true Don Galor,[20] say, Were your part found in a romance or play, Whose character would it not dislustre?
Don Z. How soon a fool's bolt's shot without distinction? Of what's the mark! Thou censur'st without knowing, Who th' exposed lady is. Know, then, Chichon, And wonder! 'tis Elvira!—that Elvira For whom I sighed like to have sigh'd my last, [Pg 92]On her score at Madrid—Don Pedro's daughter.
Chi. You raise enchanted castles in the air; But were it as you say, that makes the thing More inexcusable. You had been to blame T' have us'd a stranger so; but so t' have serv'd A lady[21] you had once profess'd to love, Raises the fault above all heightening.
Don Z. Nay, then, I see I must once play the fool, In answering a fool seriously. The things thou say'st are heightenings indeed, Not of my fault, but merit in the action, Towards my Blanca; since, to save her honour, I did not only sacrifice Elvira's, But thus expose mine own. Time may recover Elvira's fame, and mine this quickly shall.
[Clapping his hand on his sword.
Here, take this letter, and employ your wit In finding out the means with secrecy To give it Don Fernando unobserv'd. I shall not stir from home, till I've his answer.
Chi. You found him, sir, a man of quick dispatch, In your last business with him at Madrid! [Exit Don Zancho. How honourable 'tis to serve a Don! What petty Basque on t' other side the mountains Durst have aspir'd to the high dignity Of carrying a cartel? A monsieur Would sooner have put up a twinge by the nose, Than sent a challenge by a serving-man. [Exit.
Enter Blanca furiously, and, running to the cabinet,
takes out thence a stiletto; and Francisca
earnestly after her, as in Blanca's closet.
Blan. Villains shall find I am not unprovided Wrongs to revenge, that cannot be forgiven.
Fran. I thought the strange constraint upon herself, Wherewith she heard her brother, would serve in the end But to make rage break out with greater fury; Yet it is well she kept it in so long As to get rid of him. [Aside. Good madam, moderate yourself a little.
Blan. Preach temper to the damned souls in hell, That they may teach the traitor moderation, When I have sent him thither with his devil.
Fran. I do confess the provocation such, As more than justifies all these transportments; And therefore I beseech you think not, madam, In what I say, I can the least aim have Of saving him from the extremest fury Of your resentment, or preserving her, Who has had the impudence to abuse you so, Under pretence of serving. May they perish! But let it be in such a way, as may not Draw a more dismal ruin on yourself: Let swift destruction seize them; yet let not, Madam, your hand, but head dispense their fate. What can the issue be of such an action, As that of which I see that shining steel And flaming eyes of yours the threat'ning comets? I beg but the reflection of a moment!
[Blanca walking upon the stage with enraged
gestures pauses, at length sheathing and
putting her stiletto in her sleeve with a
sober, composed, tone:
Blan. Francisca, I thank you for recalling me Thus to myself: I will be temperate, [Aside.] But it shall be to make revenge the surer.
Fran. Her tone nor gestures cannot cosen me, They both seem to disguise a black design; But I shall watch you: 'tis a half-gain'd cause In fury's course to have begot a pause. [Aside.
Blan. Do what I bid you presently, Francisca. Send to Don Zancho, and let him know from me, I earnestly desire to speak with him.
Fran. Lord, madam, what d'ye mean?
Blan. To make the pleasing proposition to him, As I told my brother I would. Say, am I not moderate? But do without reply, what I command.
Fran. Madam, I shall obey. But [aside] observe you so withal, As to prevent the mischief, if I can. [Exit Francisca.
Blan. Ye gods, assist me in my just revenge, Or you will make an atheist. My first work Must be, before Don Zancho comes, to speak With his sweet mistress; and with words and looks, As false as hers have been, so to delude her With hopes of what she wishes, that they both May jointly fall my honour's sacrifice. [Exit.
Enter Don Fernando, as in Don Julio's
private apartment.
Don F. Since generosity hath so far got The mastery, as to have made me fix Upon a resolution so unheard of, I long to see it executed. But stay: I think I hear Elvira's voice without, [Pg 95]And Blanca's too. Here curiosity To overhear is pardonable.
[He makes as if he hearkened, and then exit, as to
go where he may better hear.
Enter Elvira and Blanca as in the antechamber,
and Fernando peeping as from behind a door.
Don F. Here not a word can 'scape me.
Elv. Madam, you wrong my zeal in serving you, Whilst you attribute to any other motive My yesterday's behaviour.
Blan. Such niceties, Elvira, are, out of season.
[In a tone that may show what she says to be
forced.
I seek your satisfaction in a love, Wherein it seems you have been long engag'd.
[Elvira looking round, and Fernando starting back.
Don F. I hope she did not see me. [Aside.
Elv. My satisfaction, say you, in my love? Of whom, for heaven's sake? If you mean Don Zancho, Y'are very far from guessing at my thoughts.
Don F. By heaven, sh' has seen me, and plays the devil still.
[Aside.
Elv. By all that's good, I am far from loving him— I say not worse [aside], because I know she loves him.
Don F. Ah, Elvira! this is too much, yet not enough To change in me a noble resolution. [Aside.
[A noise is heard, as of people coming up stairs.
Blan. I hear some coming up stairs: should it
be Don Zancho, I am not yet ready for him.—
I see we are likely to be interrupted here, [To Elvira. Elvira, we shall be better in my closet. [Exit Blanca.
Elvi. Madam, I'll follow you. What can she mean? since that she needs must think I know the passion she herself[22] has for him.
[Elvira having stayed awhile behind, as she is
going to follow Blanca, enter her father
Don Pedro and Fulvio: she starts, and
stands confounded; he, seeing her, draws
out his dagger, and makes at her.
Don P. Vile stainer of my blood, have I here found thee?
[Elvira perceiving the door a little open,
where Don Fernando is, flies thither,
and gets in.
Don F. This makes it clear she saw me.
[Aside, as Elvira thrusts in.
[Don Pedro seizes the door, before it be quite
shut, and they struggle, he to pull it open,
and Don Fernando to shut it: after
some contest, Don Fernando gets it close,
and bolts it within: Don Pedro, as an
enraged person, pulls and bounces at the
door.
Don P. In vain should mountains interpose between Her and her punishment.
[He bounces still, as to break down the door.
Enter Blanca.
Blan. What Bedlam have we here, and where's Elvira? [Pg 97]
Don P. You have one here will know how to revenge Conspiracies t' affront him: and you, lady, Whoe'er you are, that seem to take upon you, Y' had best produce the wicked thing you've named, Or by this steel— [Blanca cries out.
Blan. Ho! brother, brother! help against a madman!
Enter Don Julio.
Don J. Peace, Blanca, peace, you know not what you say: Don Pedro is master here.
Blan. I know not your Don Pedro; but I'm sure One to be tied in chains could do no more, That he has done.
Don J. Have patience, sister: 'tis Elvira's father, With cares enough upon him to justify Any distemper.
Blan. Precious! Elvira's father?— Nay, then I leave you. [Blanca flings out of the room.
Don F. O the unluckiness of his coming So unseasonably! 'Twas to prevent that, I went abroad to seek him. [Aside.
Don P. What's this, Don Julio? can a gentleman Of blood and honour use another thus? What, after such engagements to the Duke And to myself to be my friend and helper, To prove the shelter of my shame's chief author? I do not wonder now Don Zancho himself Should have been here at midnight. [Pg 98]
Don J. I am hard put to't: help, wit, to bring us off. [Aside. Be as distemper'd as you please, Don Pedro, It shall not alter me! but yet methinks It would not ill become your gravity, To think a while, before you make a judgment, And rashly frame injurious conclusions From things, wherein a friend has merited from you. Do but consider, and then say, what Julio Could do of more advance to what you wish, Than, having found your daughter, to have brought her To his own house, where she might be with honour Accompanied, and serv'd as such by Blanca, Until such time as, things maturely weigh'd, You should a final resolution take. And since Don Zancho's being here last night, I see 's no secret t' ye, methinks you ought T' have been so just to me, as to believe That, since I admitted him within these walls, It was in order to the serving you.
Don P. Noble Don Julio, you must pity have Of an old man's distemper in affliction. I see I was in the wrong; pray, pardon it.
Don J. O, this is more than needs. And now, good sir, If you'll be pleas'd to walk a turn or two I' the garden, I'll there give you a full account How I have laid things for your satisfaction.
Don P. I'll wait on you.
Don J. Go, sir, there lies your way; And you, boy, fail not, when Don Zancho comes,
Enter Don Zancho, and passes over the stage with
Chichon after him: and enter Francisca, and
pulling Chichon, stays him.
Fran. Stay, stay, Chichon, a word w' ye: it imports—
[She whispers with him.
Chi. I hope you are not in earnest.
Fran. By my soul, I am— There is no other way, but for us both To get up the back-way, and there to watch The time to interpose.
Chi. Can she be such a fury? her looks are All milk and honey.
Fran. You cannot fancy anything so tragic, But she is capable of executing, When once provok'd in point of love and honour Beyond her bounds of temper.
Chi. Lead the way— I'll have the pleasure to bold up the fright [Aside. She's in, since I am sure there is no danger, Knowing, as I do, my master's mind towards Blanca: Besides, 'tis to be hop'd, that these disorders May produce somewhat that may put an end To my master's quarrel, or afford me means To give Fernando his letter. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Fernando, Elvira lying upon the couch
in the private apartment.
Don. F. This last dissimulation moves me more Than all the rest; but yet it must not alter What honour hath inspir'd. See, how she lies, And how, scarce brought to life from her dismay, She resumes scorn, to have been sav'd by me! But multiply what injuries thou wilt, Perfidious maid, thou shalt not disappoint [Pg 100]Fernando of the glory that he aims at: Of making thy proud heart, Elvira, owe Its happiness to him. But I hear again [He peeps A noise without—It is Don Zancho, And I see Blanca coming towards him. This falls out luckily, that I may hear What passes; for certainly their meeting Avowedly thus can be no other subject, But what Don Julio has proposed to Blanca. [Exit as to hearken.
Enter Don Julio and Don Pedro, as in the garden.
Don J. That's all the remedy, that in these cases The wisest can propose unto themselves: His fortune's strait, 'tis true.
Don P. That's what I least regard in this occasion, So honour be but safe: the less they have, The more will be her penance for her folly. But should Don Zancho, upon any umbrage From what has pass'd between them, prove so insolent As to reject the marriage, then I trust—
Don J. O, say no more of that: rely upon't, Should he be guilty of that horrid outrage, This sword should pierce his heart, though th' only friend I have i' the world should interpose his own. And, sir, to let you see my frank proceeding, Come along with me; I'll bring you to a place Where, jointly overhearing all that passes 'Twixt him and Blanca, should he play the villain, His life may pay for't, ere he stir from thence.
Don P. May heaven repay such generous acts of friendship! [Exeunt.
Enter Don Zoncho, and Fernando appears as behind
the door.
Don Z. For her so suddenly and so avowedly To send for me hither, is very strange: What can it mean?
Enter Blanca.
Blan. Now lend me temper, Heaven, but for a moment, Till calmly I have drawn him to pronounce The sentence of his own too noble death For such a traitor— [Aside. I think you come not without some surprise,
[To him with an affected cheerfulness.
Don Zancho, at my sending for you so: But let's sit down, for I have much to say t' ye.
[She takes him by the hand and seats him in one
chair, and she sits herself in the other close
to him on his right hand, and fumbles in
her sleeve.
I'm so well plac'd I cannot miss the mark. [Aside.
Don Z. Good madam, what's the matter? for I see Disorder in you: put me out of pain.
Blan. That I shall quickly do: [Aside. Know then, Don Zancho, In the first place, you must not interrupt me, Whatever you shall hear; I'll take it ill else. When I have done, then speak your mind at leisure. I come not to argue, but conclude.
Don Z. Your will's a law to me; But whither tends all this? [Aside.
Blan. I do for once allow you to remember All that has pass'd between us: [Pg 102]The folly of my love, the falsehood of yours; That done, and never to be thought on more—
Don Z. For Heaven's sake, madam—
Blan. Break not the rule was set: Know I instructed am in all your story, And am so far grown mistress of myself, That I, who th' other day could scarce o'ercome The sense of a slight failure at Madrid, Can here at home suffer indignities, And tell you calmly and with unconcern'dness, Be you Elvira's and Elvira yours. I come to do a part you little look'd for From Blanca's spirit: I must make the marriage. All things are ready, and her father here. Now you may speak, Don Zancho; but the thing Admits of no delay.
Don Z. But can this be in earnest? sure, it cannot. What needs these trials of so firm a faith? [Pausing awhile.
Blan. Leave trifling; 'tis no longer time for tricks. It is not in the pow'r of fate to alter The resolution taken. [Don Zancho pauses.
Don. F. She has put it home. [Aside.
Don Z. Madam, you use me hardly; this demeanour Passes my skill, to judge from whence it springs. You say it is not in the pow'r of fate To change your resolutions; but I'm sure, If they be such, 'twill less be in its pow'r To alter mine: but yet, before I die, You must be left without excuse by knowing The truth of all.
Don F. Here it imports indeed to be attentive. [Aside.
Don Z. Madam, 'tis true that, absent at Madrid, The custom of the court and vanity [Pg 103]Embark'd me lightly in a gallantry With the most fam'd of beauties there, Elvira: Those and no other the true motives were To all my first addresses, till her scorns, Which should have stopp'd them, had engag'd me more, And made a love in jest a point of honour. I bore all her disdains without transportment, Till, having gain'd her waiting-woman's kindness, I learn'd from her that all Elvira's slightings She would have thought had sprung from severe maxims And preciousness of humour, were th' effects Of deep engagement in another love With a young gallant, Don Fernando Solis, With whom the cruel dame was so far gone, As to admit him almost[23] every night Into her chamber.
Don F. Bless'd gods, what do I hear? [Aside.
Don Z. [continuing] I, scarce believing the thing possible, Urg'd my intelligencer to do for me That which her lady for another did, And to admit me to her chamber where, By being eye-witness of her lady's actions, I might transfer my entire love to herself. She granted my request, and late one night, Somewhat before the gallant's usual hour, She brought me a back-way up to[24] her chamber, Within Elvira's. My stay had not been long, When, having found the truth of what she'd told me, Converting rage into appearing kindness To my informer, and expressing it Uncautiously, we made a sudden noise, [Pg 104]With which Elvira alarm'd, and coming in, Follow'd by Don Fernando, that fell out, Which you have heard before.
[Don Julio beckoning Don Pedro after him,
passing over one corner of the stage.
Don J. By this time, I suppose, she will have made The proposition to the full, and we Shall come at the just time to hear his answer.
[Exeunt Don Pedro and Don Julio.
Don Z. [Continuing.] If since that hour I have ever seen Or thought upon her, till last night's surprise, May I for ever perish: and methinks The use of that to your advantage Might challenge from you a more just construction.
Blan. I told you at first, I came not here to argue, But to conclude. Say, will you marry her?
[Don Julio and Don Pedro peep out as from
behind the hanging.
Don J. W'are come, you see, just as we could have wish'd. [Aside.
Don P. His fate hangs on his lips. [Aside.
Don Z. You are mistress of your words and actions, madam, And may use me as you please; but this hand Shall sooner pierce this heart than e'er be given In marriage to Elvira.
[Don Pedro and Don Julio rush in with
their swords and daggers drawn, and DonZancho draws too.
Don P. Then, villain, die! Heav'n is too weak to save thee By any other means. [Don Fernando draws, and rushing out. [Pg 105]
Don F. But here is one that shall— Or all by his side.
Don P. O heavens! what's this? Don Fernando Solis protecting him! Nay, then the whole world conspires against my honour.
Blan. For heaven's sake, gentlemen! [Blanca runs in between.
Chi. Now, by my grandame's pantable,[25] 'tis pretty!
[From behind.
I'll brush their coats, if once it come to fighting. Fernando's of our side.
Francisca, and Chichon with a long broom,
run out also from behind the hanging.
Don J. What frenzy's this, Fernando? was't not you Engaged me to effect the marriage? Sure, w'are all Bewitch'd.
Don F. Stay, my Don Julio, stay, And let Don Pedro have patience but to hear me— 'Tis true; but you know well upon what grounds: Those are quite chang'd by my having overheard All that hath pass'd; for my Elvira, Julio, Proves spotless in her faith, as in her beauty, And I the only guilty, to have doubted. What have I then to do, but here to prostrate Myself at her offended father's feet, And beg his pardon? that obtain'd, t' implore His help to gain me hers, as to a person In whom respect for him hath always held Proportion with my passion for his daughter.
Don P. You know, Don Julio, when I spake with you, The terms of estimation and respect, [Pg 106]Wherewith I mention'd t' ye this gentleman; And, therefore, since in his address t' Elvira There was no other fault, but making it Unknown to me, and that I see his thoughts Are truly noble, honour thus engaged, That ought to be forgot, and I to think Myself most happy in such a son-in-law. But where's Elvira?
Don F. She's there within, where I dare not appear Before her, knowing now such guilt upon me. If Blanca would employ her interest And eloquence, perhaps she might prevail To get her hither, when she shall have told her What changes a few minutes' time have wrought.
Blan. I never went on a more pleasing errand. [Exit Blanca.
Fran. I am struck dumb with wonder. [Exit.
Don F. Now Blanca is away, I'll take this time To spare her blushes, Julio, and tell you, Though I have broke one marriage for Don Zancho, You needs must give me leave to make another; To which, unless I'm very much deceiv'd, You'll find on neither part repugnancy.
Don J. I understand you; and I thank the gods They did not make me understand the wrong, Till they have made it none, since I observe Don Zancho's looks joining in your desires.
Don Z. A heart so full of love, as mine for Blanca, Does best express itself when it speaks least.
Enter Donna Blanca, Donna Elvira, and
Francisa.Elvira casts herself at her
father's feet.
Elv. Now that the justice of the gods at length Hath clear'd me from suspicions derogatory To th' honour of your blood, I hope a cloister May expiate my fault as to a father.
Don P. Rise, child. The enclosure I condemn you to [Raising her. Is Don Fernando's arms: give him your hand.
Elv. 'Tis yours, sir, to dispose of, I confess, And if it be your will, I must submit; But let him know, who could suspect Elvira, She never could be his but by obedience.
Don F. I am thunderstruck. [Elvira giving him her hand.
Elv. Be not dismay'd, Fernando, Since I profess this a mere act of duty; Another duty may Elvira move To reinflame on better grounds her love.
Don J. [ironically.] Blanca, I fear you'll hardly be persuaded To give yours to Don Zancho; but a brother For once may play the tyrant. Give it him: It must be so. [They join hands.
Don F. I now renounce old maxims: having you, Elvira, I am sure the very best proves true.
Chi. Hold there, I beg you, sir: that will appear By that time you have married been a year. [Exeunt.
[17] Without any sufficient reason, and to the evident injury
of the metre, of which the author has nowhere been very
careful, he here and elsewhere preferred the Spanish word
capricho, to the English word caprice.—Collier.
[18] Dodsley and Reed very absurdly gave this line to Don
Fernando, when it is evidently a reply by Don Julio to the
request of his friend. The old copy did not mislead the
former editors.—Collier.
[19]Cauls are little membranes, found on some children, encompassing
the head, when born. The vulgar opinion has
generally been, that every person possessed of one of these
cauls, whether originally belonging to him, or obtained by
purchase, would be fortunate, and escape dangers. "Lampridius
tells us, that the midwives sold cauls at a good price
to the advocates and pleaders of his time; it being an
opinion, that while they had this about them, they should
carry with them a force of persuasion which no judge could
withstand: the canons forbid the use of it, because some
witches and sorcerers, it seems, had abused it."—See
["Popular Antiquities of Great Britain," 1870, iii., 139-42.]
Sir T. Brown ("Vulgar Errors," b. v., ch. 21) quotes "the
life of Antonius delivered by Spartianus" on the subject.
The caul, a "sillyhow" (as Sir T. Brown terms it), is still
considered a preservative against danger, and especially
against drowning. Notices of the sale of them used to be daily
posted on the Royal Exchange, and they are bought by captains
of ships and others going to sea, and great prices given
for them. The Times newspaper of March 17, 1827, has
the following advertisement:—"A child's caul, well worth
£20, to be sold for £14. Apply at Academy," &c.—Collier.
[20] He calls him Sir Galor in reference to the character this
knight sustained in the old romances. He was sometimes
known by other names.—Collier. [More properly, Sir
Galaor. He was a brother of Amadis of Gaul.]
[21] [Old copy, lady whom, which injures the metre. The
latter, however, is not very regular or correct in this play.]
[22]Herself, omitted by Dodsley and Reed.—Collier.
The Marriage Night. Written by the Lord Viscount
Fawkland.
Scientia non habet Inimicum Præter Ignorantiam.
London. Printed by W. G. for R. Crofts at the
Crown in Chancery-Lane under Sergeants-Inne.
1664. 4o.
The "Marriage Night" was excluded from the second
and third editions of Dodsley's collection. The punctuation
of the old copy, and of the reprint of 1744, is
very corrupt; but the text itself seems to be unusually
free from errors.
Henry Cary, Viscount Falkland, was the son of
him who is commonly called the Great Lord Falkland.
He was a person very eminent for his extraordinary
parts and heroic spirit. When he was first elected to
serve in Parliament, some of the members opposed
his admission, urging that he had not sowed his
wild oats. "Then it will be the best way," replied
he, "to sow them in the House, where there are
geese enough to pick them up." He died in 1643,
being cut off in the prime of his years, as much
missed when dead, says Langbaine, as beloved when
living. I am informed from very good hands, that
it was he who wrote the epilogue to Lord Rochester's
"Valentinian." And I believe the same person
wrote the copy of verses, which is prefixed to Sandys'
tragedy, entitled, "Christ's Passion," translated, or
rather imitated, from the Latin of Hugo Grotius.
Pir. Is't possible? Dessandro quit from his command o' th' citadel? So sharply too? Brushing times, my lord! Pray, by virtue of what offence?
Samp. It may be treason to ask their wisdoms that; But the huge mountebank, the vulgar rout, Quarrel'd with's religion; 'cause 'tis not in the Smallest print: and the king——was to say nothing.
Pir. Good King! I could wish something; And heartily, if I durst: Well, from grave hypocrisy And beardless wisdom, good heaven deliver us! Nothing in his great father's memory to hold him Worthy of his place.
Samp. That makes him taste it To the extremity of sense and anger.
Pir. Let us but slight some gull; or his gay dress, Whose clothes and folly are his sense of honour; How will it conjure up his blood, and bend his brow? [Pg 114]And can Dessandro want a just and valiant anger To feel the merits of so brave a father, And his own too (kept at a noble height) Rendered disgraced and sullied? He may believe H' has deserv'd better, both in himself and father: But how does his resolution take it?
Samp. As fire and air compress'd when (struggling) they Break forth in thunders; or the vexed wind, amongst A grove of trees, spending his scorn and rage.
Pir. Men of his soul and constitution cannot Play with their passions, and stroke 'em tame, When so provok'd. The duke!
Enter Duke De Bereo, passing over the stage, DeCastro whispering with him, De Loome, LaGitterne, and other Attendants.
Duke. Let him be confident of me, in something More worthy of himself than the command H' has lost; and bid him use my promise.
De C. We are the creatures Of your favour; and but own our lives T' acknowledge it. [Exeunt.
Pir. Here's state embroidery! But pray'e, what holiday things be they that spread So in his train? I don't remember I left Such faces in the court.
Samp. The first of them Stalks in a knighthood, like a boy In a Dutch burgher's doublet; and 'tis as much Too wide for him; he has travell'd, and speaks languages, As a barber's boy plays o' th' gittern; and those gay clouts, sir, Came out of's father's shop. [Pg 115]
Pir. His remnants. The other? That looks like the age to come, Which must be worse than this.
Samp. His fortune and industry Has preferr'd him to be barber and pimp; Two men's places, till of late our noblemen, Growing frugal, do find one may do Both the employments.
Pir. It is both thriving and genteel.
Samp. Genteel indeed; for they have produc'd knights, And made statesmen of broken citizens with the help Of a wife. But he, whose youth and sorrow shows him Like a fair day, set in a cloudy evening is——
Pir. The Lord de Castro—I know him: and methinks Some sparks of his father, great Velasco's, character Shines in this young man through all the darkness Of his fate.
Samp. That name alone has glory enough To make him a brave presage to us. The duke's father's character was deriv'd, And circled in himself; and a full age Of men shall rarely show another of So much great and balanc'd man in't.
Pir. They are all court-fancies; pageants of state: And want allowance both of brain and soul, To make their blood and titles weight
Samp. He was strangely Shuffled to the block.
Pir. That blow did bleed Castile too weak, And left us in a faint and sickly pang.
Samp. The pulse, sir, of Castile beats in another temper, Than when you left it. [Pg 116]
Pir. I find it: The city wears a cap, and looks As if all were not right there.
Samp. Except their wives.
Pir. The court, methinks, has strangely chang'd Complexion too.
Samp. Those that deride us say the clergy Has catch'd the falling-sickness: the court, a deep Consumption; and that the commons have the spleen.
Pir. I know not what disease the court has; but the Lords Look as if they had oversat themselves at play, And lost odds, so scurvily—
Samp. How does your lordship find The ladies?
Pir. I ha' not been amongst 'em yet To take up my arrears: only had the court-happiness To kiss her hand, who in herself contracts them all For grace and lustre, the widow-duchess Claudilla.
Samp. Why, there my admiration leaves you; I grant her A brave and courtly girl; has trim and dazzle, Enough of white and red, to attract the eye, Like an indifferent copy, flourish'd with golden trails. But place your judgment nearer, it retreats, And cries you mercy for the mistake. At distance, She is a goodly landskip.
Pir. Alas, her blooming beauties Yet languish and pine o'er her husband's hearse, Like roses scatter'd from the morning's brow Into the day's parch'd lap.
Samp. Their spring will shine again; grow glorious And fruitful in the arms of her De Flame; It is my hearty wish to their affections; [Pg 117]That count does bear an honour'd character From all that know him.
Pir. A brave young man; and one that is more honour To his title, than it to him. But when Must their hymeneal tapers flame, and she Offer her turtle pantings at the altar, Purpling the morn with blushes, as she goes; And scatter such bright rays, as the sun may Dress his beams with for that day's glory?
Samp. After He has deliver'd his sister to Dessandro's hand, He will not defer those minutes long; and he thinks himself Behind in some expression of their friendship, Until the knot meet there.
Pir. Cleara is a lady Of a sweet and honour'd fame.
Samp. All other of her sex Are dull and sullied imitations, pale glimmerings, Set by her. Whate'er the modest fictions Of sweet'ned pens has meant, she is their moral.
Pir. You speak like one that knows what virtue is, And can love it.
Enter De Castro and Dessandro to them.
Des. I thank the duke; he has a right soul. But, prythee, no more of these sad consolations; They hang upon my heart like pond'rous weights At trembling wires; or like the dull labourings Of that clock, which groan'd out our dear father's Fatal minute.
De C. I have done.
Des. I could chide this tame and phlegmy vapour From my blood. Our passions melt into soft [Pg 118]Murmurs, like hollow springs: The manhood of cold hinds would not be tempted To this sense, but leap with rage into their eyes; Brother, it would; and wake 'em into tempests. A wretched fly would show its spleen.
De C. This anger will but show men, where you bleed, And keep the wound still green.
Des. The scar will stick for ever. O, the dark hypocrisy and juggling of our times! Great men are slaves to slaves; and we are theirs: The law's a tame wolf cowards and fools May stroke with giving hands: while he shall Couchant lie, and wag the tail; but show His fangs at you and I. A noble wish Is dangerous: is't not, my lord?
Pir. What, Dessandro?
Des. The vulgar's a kennel of black-mouth'd dogs, That worry men's deserts and fame: my curse Fester in their temples!
De C. Prythee, Dessandro, collect these scatter'd thoughts.
Des. I'll hollow them through all the world, and say't Again. Worth and honour now are crimes, and giants 'Gainst the state. My lords, shall's be merry, And talk something the hangman may thank Us for?
Pir. Treason? I vow, Dessandro, I speak the worst Ex tempore of any man living.
Samp. I could mutter it well enough; but I'm to marry A city widow, and buy a place at court.
Pir. When I have sold my land, we'll venture on [Pg 119]A merry catch, and ever subscribe your servant, Noble Dessandro.
Des. I shall find a time and place to pay your lordship The accompt of my engagements.
De C. Brother, my attendance calls me to the king; I'll wait upon your lordship, if y'are for the court.
Pir. Your lordship's servant thither. [Exeunt.
Des. So streams divide, and ruffle by their banks. My brother's of a safe contracted bosom: Can strangle his labouring rages in their thought; When they do tug like poisons at my breast, Until I give them air. But I'll observe, And creep into men's souls: hug my dear anger To myself, until it gnaw my entrails through, That men may court my patience and discourse, As now they shun it. And when black night has stretch'd her gloomy limbs, And laid her head upon some mountain-top, Bound up in foggy mists, then keep my haunts By some dull-groaning stream, with screeching owls And bats; there pay my broken thoughts Unto thy ghost, Velasco!—— Echo shall wake, and midnight, to help me curse their souls That thrust thee to thy grave; whilst I will hang About night's neck, until the moon do wake To rescue her.
Enter the Duke.
Duke. Dessandro, You must not be angry my power came short [Pg 120]Of my desires to serve you: we'll try some other way. You see by what engines the times move; The king refers all to his council; and though They do not tie his hands, they hold 'em by a strange Courtesy. I'm but a single looker-on: perhaps They may take notice of me for his brother; That is, when they please, too; but this Came nearest to me; upon the engagement of my honour To deny my friend, and one, whose single faith Had been enough for all the kingdom's safety— The holding of such a trifle as the citadel.
Des. It has recompens'd me in part to know, where That close annoy lay which wounded me i' th' dark: I shall now collect myself against it; and know, My lord, where my poor life and powers are To be prostrate. Could I enlarge them to my wish, They might appear, sir, to your highness' use.
Duke. I know how far you can, bravest man; Your worth has taken fire here, where I will Preserve it in a noble flame. My greatest thirst of fame is my expression To men of your merit, who cannot want A friend, whilst I have power to be one: But I am scanted and weak'ned in my desires, Else fam'd Velasco had not yet slept in his dust To please the common hangman; nor men of glorious Parts live shrouded in obscure homes, like Pamphlets out of date.
Des. You are the patron of our honoured actions, [Pg 121]And all their glory meets and circles in Your fame.
Duke. I will disengage you from this forc'd compliment: It keeps me at too great a distance from that Bosom, where I would lodge a friend, Dessandro: I must take't unkindly too, that in the scroll Of all your friends I stand dash'd out, a stranger To your joys.
Des. My lord!
Duke. But you shall not steal the day so: I'll be One at the ceremony, though the bride tell me In a blush, I came unwish'd-for.
Des. 'Tis but the busy voice that, like the nightmare, Rides men, and can find strange shapes and prodigies I'th' clouds. I must confess, Cleara has the Engagement of all her virtues and a brother's on me. When it concerns me nearer, it must not be a secret To your highness, to whom all that's deriv'd To my poor life and fortune is a just debt.
Duke. You know the way unto a friend—if you can think I have power enough to make me so.
Des. Sir, I was only showed to the world to be talk'd on: Fortune (I thank her) has given me many knacks To play with in her mood, but taken 'em away again scurvily, To tell me I was not born to any real purpose; And I wish nothing she can give me.
Duke. She will acknowledge her mistake, and put [Pg 122]On her smiles to court your merits. La Gitterne, is the king come from's sport? [La Gitterne waits.
La G. He dines abroad, my lord.
Duke. Colonel, this day you shall bestow on me: I owe the Duchess Claudilla a visit; Make ready straight; we'll spend a dinner-time There, and the afternoon at tennis. [Exeunt.
A Song.
That done, Claudilla and De Flame discovered
sitting in a rich couch; at each end a lady
waiting.
De F. This does but find our melancholy out, And cast it in a minute's trance; when one Soft accent from Claudilla's voice leaves nought That's earth about me. My soul's in her Elysium, And every sense immortal, dilated into joys: Heaven becomes attentive, and the soft winds Put on their perfum'd wings to hover near those lips. That blush does show the sparkles of some incensed thought! My poor expressions rob ye; but I appeal To this white hand for pardon.
Claud. Sir, my thoughts are all acknowledgments of that delight I hear and see you with, what dress soe'er you please To send your courtship in to try 'em; We have outliv'd those arts and common charms, And need not seek our hearts in scatter'd flames; As those, whose lesson yet is at the hand or eye; [Pg 123]Our hearts have read Love's deep divinity And all his amorous volumes over; we must write Stories of our love, my lord.
De F. And chaste ones, madam: How glorious the frontispiece would show With great Claudilla's name, tried in a true Love's knot to her De Flame's! Though the Great distance of your shining attributes both Of blood and virtue, consider'd in the poverty of mine, Would draw squint eyes and envy to my stars; But speak your name great as the example of your Goodness, and make it worth the imitation Of all noble minds, that shall but read your love And sweetness, which (most excellent of your sex) Condescended unto me, who else had Languish'd in a heap of ashes.
Claud. My lord, you have found an easy way into My heart, and won me from myself, ere I Could call my thoughts [forth] to resistance; Such strength brought your deserts! But now I hope, nay, can be confident (best sir), they are Treasured in a breast, whose virtues will Preserve them with themselves.
De F. O madam!
Claud. It may be, some discourse that, when first I entertain'd your love, I had not yet given The world and my dead husband's earth a full Accompt of sorrow, or paid his memory A year's just rent of tears: but I appeal To my own heart; and you, my lord, can say——
De F. Your heart has been but too severe unto itself; And I can say I have not seen a beam break [Pg 124]From those eyes, but through dark clouds and showers; Or like the sun, drench'd in the swelling main; Nor a look with the least comfort of a smile in't. Nay, divinest madam, now you do but chide Heaven in your tears, and cannot raise the dead.
Claud. True, sir.
De F. Tears are but shallow murmurs of our grief. I envy not his grave a tear, but owe all Noble mention to't; yet, madam, I did hope You had discharg'd the smart and cruelty of grief From your soft breast, and would call your beauties [Back] to their natural springs. Look on yourself, rare lady, in this change: With what high flame and rapture it becomes you: So breaks the morning forth of a crystal cloud, And so the sun ascends his glittering chair, And from his burnish'd locks shakes day about. The summer puts not on more delights and various Glory, than shines in bright Claudilla; And shall the grave exhaust their pride And youth?
Enter the Duke, Duchess, Cleara, De Flame,
Dessandra, Attendants.
Duke. I'm in arrears yet unto your grace.
Claud. A widow's entertainment, sir, you please to honour.
Duke. I wish the hours but short, that bring the night You are to lose that name in; and then, to what Length your own desires would spin 'em, Widow! Madam, there's disconsonancy in The name, methinks. Claudilla widow! Duchess, and still widow (like a cypress Cast o'er a bed of lilies) darkens your other titles: 'Tis a weed in your garden, and will spoil the youth And beauty it grows nigh: a word of mortality Or a memento mori to all young ladies, And a passing-bell to old ones. Indeed, it is A mere privation; and all widows are in The state of outlaws, till married again.
Claud. Your highness holds a merry opinion of us Poor widows.
De F. I say virgins are the ore: widows, The gold tried and refin'd.
Duke. A fair young lady and widow is A rich piece of stuff rumpled: an old one's A blotting-paper a man shall never Write anything on—she sinks so. Dessandro, your comment.
Duke. Dull! Shall's to tennis? I have some pistolets Will pay your borrow'd time, Dessandro.
Des. Your pardon, sir: I am unfit to wait on you. My life hangs in a dew upon me; And I have drunk poison.
De F. Ha! A physician with all speed! Dessandro!
Cle. Dear sir!
Des. Cleara! Lend me thy hand: so— I'm struck upon a rock. [Swoons.
Cle. He's dead; I shall not overtake him.
Duke. Look to the lady.
Claud. He swells like a stopp'd torrent or a teeming cloud; Have I no servants there? [Carry him off.
De F. What a sudden storm is fallen?
Duke. How fares the lady?
Claud. Madam!
Cle. As you are tender-natur'd, let no hand Close his eyes but mine: I am come back Thus far to take my farewell on his cold lip. [De Flame returns.
De F. Sister, let thy warm blood flow back: Thy Dessandro lives, my girl!
Cle. O, may I not see him?
De F. You shall. [Exeunt.
Duke. Give me leave to make this opportunity happy On your hand. How! Not vouchsafe it? [Duchess goes off. What a tyranny shot from her scornful eye! Where have I lost myself and her? There's a cross and peevish genius haunts my hopes; [Pg 127]A black and envious cloud; and I must get above it. Not kiss your hand? Is your blood surfeited? I'll quit This scorn; indeed I will, coy madam! Thou, that are lord of my proud horoscope; Great soul of mysteries, kindle my brain With thy immortal fires! That if I fall, my name may rise divine: So Cæsar's glory set, and so set mine! [Exit.
Enter Silliman, a bottle tied in a riband to his
pocket.
Sil. Brave canary, intelligent canary, That does refresh our weak and mortal bodies! I will have thee canonis'd Saint Canary at My own charge, and call my eldest son Canary. Yet for a man to love thee at His own cost is damnable, very damnable; And I defy it. And Siss is the blithest lass in our town, For she sells ale by the pound and the dozen; Ale! Hang ale!
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. By your worship's leave, I would speak with Signior Silliman, the Duchess's steward, an't like ye.
Sil. Wou'd you speak with Signior Silliman, an't like ye?
Mes. Please God and your worship, an't like ye.
Sil. In what language wou'd you speak with him, hum? [Pg 128]
Mes. Yes, verily, I would speak with him, an't like ye.
Sil. At what posture?
Mes. Marry, from a friend, an't like ye.
Sil. Very good, my friend. Didst ever say thy [Drinks. Prayers in the canary tongue?
Mes. My prayers, an't like ye? Your worship's dispos'd To be merry: I have a wife and seven small Children, an't like ye, to wind and turn as they say, Simple as your worship sees me here, an't like ye.
Sil. Pox o' wives; I'll not give a gazet for thy wife; She's tough, and too much powder'd. Fetch me Thy daughter, thy youngest daughter, sirrah! If the creature be a virgin, and desirable: Look ye! there's money to buy her clean linen. I'll have a bath of rich canary and Venus' milk; Where we will bathe and swim together, like So many swans, and then be call'd Signior Jupiter Sillimano. But is she man's meat? I have a tender appetite, and can scarcely digest One in her teens.
Mes. Does your worship think I wou'd be a Judas, an't like ye? She's as neat a girl, and as tight at her business As the back of your hand, an't like ye; but heaven Bless ye, and cry ye mercy, if you be his worship, Here's a letter from the Lady de Prate, an't like ye.
Sil. The Lady de Prate (mark me, sirrah) is a Noble lady; we say so—— [Reads a letter.
I never knew what bondage was till now; [Pg 129]I fear the gilded heart you sent me was Enchanted—(O, O)—I long to see you— (Hum—hum)—therefore let me have the happiness To know the place and time—(even so)—as You love her, that blushes to write this——
Yes, yes, I'll enchant ye! I'll time and place ye! Surely, there's something more about me, than I can Perceive. Grant that I may bear my fate Discreetly! I never knew what bondage was[Reads. Till now. Well; 'tis heaven's goodness! For what am I, Silly wretch, to such a lady, as she that writes so Pitifully unto me? It wou'd overcome e'en a heart Of flint: Good gentlewoman! [Weeps. As you love her, that blushes to write this— [Reads. Hum—yes, yes; she knows I love her: it Will work—I can't contain my good-nature. [Drinks and weeps.
Enter La Gitterne and De Loome.
De L. Here he is; and stands like a map of Sundry countries. [Aside.
La G. One wou'd take him for some foreign beast, And that fellow to show him. How the gander Ruffles and prunes himself, as if he would Tread the goose by him!
De L. 'Tis a pure goat!
La G. And will clamber a pyramid in scent of's female.
De L. The wenches swear, he kisses like a giant still; And will ride his heats as cleanly as a dieted Gelding. Let's fall in. Signior Silliman! My best wishes kiss your hand. [Pg 130]
La G. Continue me worthy of the title of your servant, sir.
Sil. I am very glad to see you well; and hope you are In good health and sound, gentlemen.
La G. And when shall's draw cuts again for a Wench, signior, ha?
Sil. Your pleasure [is] to say so.
De L. The slave's rose-drunk, o' my life.
Sil. Please you to take notice of my worthy friend here.
De L. Your admirer, sir. [Salutes Messenger.
La G. Slave to your sedan, sir.
Mes. God bless the good duchess, and all that love the King, I say, gentlemen, an't like ye.
De L. Pray, sir, what news abroad, or at court?
Mes. News, quotha! Indeed, sir, the truth is I am a Shoemaker by my trade; my name is Latchet, And I work to some ladies in the house here, Though I say't myself; and yet the times were Never harder, nor leather dearer.
De L. This winter will make amends; You shall have horsehides cheap, horsehides dog-cheap.
Latch. Cheap, quotha! Why, sir, I'll tell you, (for you Look like a very honest gentleman), I am put to Find a pike myself; and must, the parish swears, Or lose all the shoes in my shop.
De L. 'Tis very brave! Why, you look like a champion; And have a face the parish may confide in.
Latch. Fide, quotha! sir; be judge yourself, if ever You knew the like. I have been at the trade [Pg 131]This forty years, off and on; and those children's Shoes, I have sold for sixpence or a groat upon some Occasion, we now sell for twelvepence, as they say.
De L. Then the misery is, you get the more.
Latch. More, quotha! Pray, sir, a word. You are a Courtier, if I may be so bold. They say we must All be fain to shut up shop, and mortgage Our wives to the soldiers. D'ye hear any Such talk, sir?
De L. Some buzzing: but the blades will not accept 'em Without special articles and a flock of money and Plate, to keep the babies they shall beget valiant.
Latch. Valiant, quoth-a! Truly, sir, I'll tell ye, On the truth of a poor man, my Lady de Prate's foot Is but of the sixes: and yet we pay five pistoles A dicker.
Sil. My lady's foot but o' the sixes? you lie, sirrah! By Saint Hugh! there's never a lady i' th' land has a Prettier foot and leg; if you ha' not spoil'd 'em With your calf's-skin, sirrah.
La G. Why, the sixes is a good handsome size for a lady.
Latch. Lady, quotha! my life for her's, there's few ladies I' the court go more upright, nor pay better: I'll say that.
Sil. You say that? foh! I scorn to wear an inch Of leather thy nasty flesh shall handle.
De L. O, your worthy friend, signior; and an elder in's parish; [Pg 132]A pikeman too for the republic. Come, come, He shall be shoemaker to us all. Canst trust?
Latch. Trust, quotha! My name's Latchet, sir. I Serv'd eleven years to my vocation, before I Could be free, and have drunk many a good bowl Of beer i' th' duchess's cellar since that.
De L. I like a man can answer so punctually To a thing.
Latch. Thing, quotha! it is our trade, sir.
De L. Spoke like the warden of the company! [Exeunt.
Enter Claudilla, and Dessandro in a
nightgown.
Claud. I am at extremity of wonder.
Des. The story may deserve it, lady; when you shall Cast your thoughts upon the man it treats on; The circumstances and progress of my love: Nay, it may raise your anger higher than your wonder; And work the modest pantings of your breast Into a hectic rage. I saw this tempest Gather'd in a cloud, dismal and black, ready to break Its womb in storms upon me; and I have cast My soul on every frown and horror you can arm Your passion with. I have held conflict with the wilder Guilt and tremblings of my blood to rescue it; but Heaven and my angry fate has thrown me grovelling At your feet; and I want soul to break the charm.
Claud. This is a strange mystery, to betray my virtue With your own; and I shall sin to hear it. [Pg 133]
Des. If pity be a sin, lock up those beauties From the view of men; or they will damn all the Eyes that look upon you.
Claud. Has your blood lost all the virtue it should inherit? And think you by this treacherous siege to take My honour in? Let me shun you, or you will Talk me leprous.
Des. Do, madam. Tear up the wounds your eyes have made—— I'll keep them bleeding sacrifices to your cruelty. And when cold Death has cast his gloomy shade O'er this dust, perhaps you may bestow one gentle Sigh to hallow it: when you shall know The height of my desires was but to die worthy Of your pardon, without the ambition of a bolder thought: And still had scorch'd and smother'd here without A tongue, only to beg your mercy to my grave.
Claud. Play not yourself into a shame will rūst your brightest Worths, and hide your dust in curses and black fame: I now shall think your valour flatter'd, that can Sink it to such effeminate and lovesick crafts, For our stale women to mollify the usher with. Dessandro has a fame, high and active as the voice It flies on; and could you wander from your Religious self in such a dream as this? Cleara's virtue has an interest near your heart, Should wake you to your first man again.
Des. Cleara still is here in the first sculpture of Her virtues; and I their honourer.
Claud. No more!—— My grief and shame are passionate, to find So much bad man got near your heart; and shows This sick complexion in your honour, more [Pg 134]Tainted than the face of your imposture.—— You have play'd the excellent counterfeit, and your skill Does make you proud: you cannot blush— [Exit.
Des. She's gone;— A star shot from her eye, and light'ned through My blood. I must provide for thunder and Thy revenge, De Flame, as horrid as thought can Shape it.
Enter Cleara.
Cle. Sir!
Des. Proud love, I'll meet thee with burning sighs And bleeding turtles at thy shrine. [Aside.
Cle. This is too bold a hazard for your health, Which yet sits wan and troubled on your cheek.
Des. Madam!
Cle. Indeed, I'll chide ye. [Aside.
Des. O, cry ye mercy! Some retired meditations.
Cle. I shall observe 'em; Let me but leave you with the joy to know I stand not in the hazard of that frown.
Des. We'll kiss next time.
Cle. Sir!
Des. Or never.
Cle. Ha! d'ye know me?
Des. So well, methinks we should not part so soon: Our hearts have been more ceremonious, and hung In panting sighs upon our lips, to bid adieu. One kiss must now sum up all; and seal their General release. I know Cleara more constant To her virtue and brave mind, than to ask heaven Idle questions. 'Tis fate, not will. [Exit.
Cle. So. [Pg 135]I feel thy marble hand lie here: 'Tis cold, and heavy! How my poor heart throbs under it, and struggles to Find air! not one kind sigh lend thee a gale For yonder haven! It's gone! quite vanish'd! Beshrew me, it was a most horrible apparition! I wou'd not see it again In such a cruel look for all my hopes; Yet it held me gently by the hand, and left a warm farewell there, As my Dessandro us'd. As my Dessandro, said I? O, how fain my hopes would mock my apprehension; And that my sorrow!—— I'll woo thy pity with my groans, kind earth! And lay my throbbing breast to thine! Until I am dissolv'd into a spring, Whose murmurs shall eternally repeat This minute's story.
Enter De Flame.
De F. Ha! Cleara, drown'd in her own tears? Sister! Cleara!
Cle. I had a gentle slumber; and all the world (Methought) was in a midnight calm.
De F. Dear girl, Clear up those sad eyes and my cold doubts. Prythee, tell me, is our Dessandro dead?
Cle. Heaven defend!
De F. No! what then, in all the volumes of black destiny And nature, can throw you into this posture? Unkind Cleara, why dost dissemble it? I see him Breathless on thy cheek, and lost.
De F. My fears did prompt me so. For ever! There's horror and amazement in the thought. See, Cleara, my eyes can overtake thee. Gone at so short a farewell, friend? Death, Thou art the murderer of all our joys and hopes.
Cle. Sir, Dessandro's well, very well; we parted Even but now.
De F. What!
Cle. O brother, I have lost a jewel that he gave me; I shall vex my eyes out.
De F. Beshrew this serious folly; you have vex'd my Blood into a sullen fit.
Cle. You shall not chide me; Tell me, didst ever in thy life meet with a grief That made thy poor heart sick, and did divide Thy sleeps and hours into groans and sighs?
De F. Never, [I] thank my indifferent fate.
Cle. Nor in the legend of some injur'd maid, That made thine eye to pause, and with a tear Bedew it?
De F. I cannot untie riddled knots, Cleara.
Cle. Come, I'll but dry mine eyes, and tell you a story, That shall deserve a groan. [Exeunt.
Des. Tush! they had only tongue And malice; and that great zeal they Seem'd to owe to Rome was unto themselves [Pg 137]And their own estates. What were they but wranglers In schools and law? and studied words to make men Guilty. They liv'd at ease; and slept in purples and Warm furs; but bold-minded Catiline threat'ned Their wise sleeps.
De C. There was too much attempt and fact in't.
Des. 'Twas fact then to look sour on a gownman: They were mere citizens, jealous of their wives And daughters—that condemn'd 'em too! De Castro, there's a lethargy in our blood: We sleep and dream away our lives. If such Wore purple for well-talking, what shall he merit, That cures the wounds and smart his country groans with?
De C. The people shall enshrine his name with reverence; And fill their temples with his statues. 'Tis The great end we are all born to.
Des. Which can't be, whilst by-respect shall closely Wound the bosom of our laws and freedom: For what was't less, that took our father's life?
De C. In whose blow the heads of all brave men were Threat'ned.
Des. Then, if we dare not do a general good, Yet let us secure our own dear lives and honours.
De C. The State is full of dangerous whispers.
Des. There's an imposthume swells it.
De C. Wou'd 'twere lanc'd!
Des. Spoken with the soul of Cassius! We have the cure, And may do it with a little stir. But then [Pg 138]We must deal like true physicians of state; And where we find it ulcer'd (though in ourselves, Friends and allies), not lay soft effeminate hands on't. Nature has made us nearest to ourselves: And I would pay the last warm drop of blood From all these veins, to see the hopes and honours of our blood (That's now benighted in our father's fate) Dawn on De Castro's youth again.
De C. No, Dessandro; these hopes are lost upon a high And angry sea; and I must see fools and stale Parasites (whose progeny ne'er bled one drop, nor had A valiant thought to serve their country) begin A spurious issue on my birthright, that will on tiptoes, Collossus-like, bestride us, and grasp our fate.
Des. Take me into thy bosom, brave man; we meet Like amorous streams, and as we ought; Our honour, life and fortunes have but one heart. Give me thy hand, De Castro. This sword [Draws. Our father hath oft made glorious in the blood Of De Castro's foes; and I'll not doubt, How much it prompts thy valiant soul. O brother, tears, and some sad discourse, Is all that we have paid him yet. Strangers Can be far braver in their sense unto his fame. The tears we ought to shed ought to be blood, De Castro! Blood, warm from their veins, that made us weep In streams, and mingle it with the dust of vulgar Feet, as they did his. Swear by all the glorious acts [Pg 139]Of our great ancestry, their hallowed urns, Our father's injur'd memory, and all The hopes and honour we derive from them, To pay his blood a sad account in some Revenge, worthy his ghost and our bold hands.
De C. All which religiously I vow to.
Des. And I. So now we are brothers by as strong Divinity as nature. I'll not break open the Design, till we shall hear't confirm'd by higher warrant: Anon meet at the Duchess-Dowager's.
De C. Claudilla's?
Des. Yes; where you shall hear something worthy the Encouragement of our father's spirit in thee. I am now to wait upon the duke: he That keeps us what we are.
De C. The duke!—--I have the game in view, And now discern what I must pay him for my place.
Des. You are full of thoughts, my lord!
De C. Brother, our lives are on the cast; but 'tis not that Does interpose 'em. There's something in my fears Still presents Cleara. Take heed, Dessandro; A virgin's tears leave sad and fatal prints.
Des. Your wishes are a brother's; but those dreams Chill not my sleeps. Think on that concerns us Near, and be active.
De C. I shall not fail ye. Farewell! [Exit De Castro.
Pir. As you please to dispose me; my business Now designs it so: 'Tis there, in short.
[Gives a paper, which Dessandro reads.
I love this gallant mastery of a man's self: I look'd his temper would have flam'd about my ears. Not a sparkle in his brow, nor the least change of blood. Strange! I have seen him ruffl'd into a storm, And all fury: now, not a frown nor smile!
Des. De Flame? Well, My lord, this is a down-flat challenge.
Pir. I brought it for one.
Des. I accept it, with thanks to your lordship, and shall be Ready to serve you in any power I have.
Pir. 'Tis not worth it, colonel.
Des. The Lord de Flame's angry, it seems, that Fortune should Give me right without his hand in't; he has turn'd his style High and strangely on me: But I shall coolly respite That, till we have room to argue it. That he is Far more worthy his expectations in the duchess, I can Confess: that's no assent, sir, to my quarrel, nor yet A law to her. For those, whom her thoughts please To think most worthy, are so to her.
Pir. But does not bind the opinion of another.
Des. Nor that opinion her freedom.
Pir. Yet there be rules in virtue, from which all noble Judgments should take their level, even in love itself. [Pg 141]
Des. If it be thought she's too partial in her grace To me, I shall dispute it, as 'tis question'd.
Pir. I come not to add exceptions, or to make any.
Des. I stand not in so cheap a rank, but that her Favour may make my services as meritorious As his lordship's, and can engage as much blood and Fame for't.
Pir. You know him of a noble breast, and one That will not flatter weak pretences into truths; Nor let 'em work with such impressions on his soul, Did not his honour bleed in't. Sir, I come, As one that ever honour'd your great parts, And wish that you could think on't o'er again. Think how black you must expect that morn to rise Upon your wishes, when you lead her to the altar; Where the faint lights with blue and ghastly flames Will receive ye; and all the things of holy ceremony Present pale glimmerings to your eyes, to fright your bride Back unto her first vows. And then, methinks, Each tear and groan the fair Cleara sends To overtake ye, should show a speaking fury To untwine your trembling hands.
Des. No; nor all the squadrons hell can spare To aid them—though her brother led them on, And you brought up the rear!
Pir. Sir!
Des. Pish! the meanest thought Claudilla Pleases to bestow here (under this humble guard) Must be without the affright (my lord) of all the Dangers in his muster, stare they like giants On me, and in armies. As for Cleara, If she held flattering glasses to her thoughts [Pg 142]Which render'd 'em wide and airy, they must not forfeit Me. You may deserve her better. I'll not start, sir, A scruple from his demands and yours. Expect it, And so farewell. [Going off.
Pir. Farewell.——The time?
Des. I shall think on't.
Pir. Shall? It must not so tamely be thought on.
Des. How?
Pir. I spoke it, sir.
Des. Are you sent to own the quarrel?
Pir. No; but look on't with so much soul, as I think't An honour to wear a sword in't.
Des. Go, go hang it in your mistress's chamber! It stinks, sir, of perfume.
Pir. It may, sir (for destiny has many ways to the wood[26]), Cut your throat; and then I'll give't your footboy.
Des. My throat, Pirez! that saucy thought has Ruin'd thee. [Fight.
Enter Sampayo and De Loome.
Samp. Hold, hold, colonel.
De L. My lord, y'are hurt. [To Pirez.
Pir. I must owe him this for't.
Des. Canst talk yet?
Samp. Command your passion; see how the common herd Come gazing in. Do not become their talk And wonder. Noble Dessandro! put up, my lord! Thank ye. [They part. [Pg 143]
De L. Sir, my lord duke sent me to tell you He expects your company.
Des. I wait on him. [To Pirez.] Bid the ladies tear Their clean smocks to wrap you in.
Pir. Insolent man! [Offers to fight.
Samp. Again! [Exeunt.
Enter three Townsmen, as the Watch.
1st T. Was not I about to tell you so? They would be afraid of true men, when we came.
2d T. By'r lady; but that mun not serve their turns; for we must know flatly which was plantan and which defendam,[27] or we shall discharge but a sorry conscience to the king's justice.
1st T. I'll take my oath upon the corporal Bible, I saw two glittering swords run a tilt, and two to that, if need be.
2d T. Neighbours, I cannot tell; we are old men, or should be at least; some of us have lived threescore years and upwards in a parish, as they say; I name nobody; and therefore it is good to be sure, and make all our tales bonum fidrum: for we are not all one man's children. And yet, if I be not mistaken, I am sure I saw three more, and glittering ones indeed, as you call them. God bless every good man and woman from the like! They e'en yearned my heart; and yet, by my fay, I am a hundred and two, come the time.
3d T. You talk like sucking infants. Neighbours, I'll be sworn, if I were to take my oath before the best man living, high or low, there was twenty drawn swords, little and great. I'm sure, I might ha' seen 'em, like a fool, had I been worth my head, but my little boy Jack did. [Pg 144]
1st T. La, there; and that same's a murrain wise boy, if you mark him, and will see a thing, I warrant you, as soon as the wisest of us all, were he twice as old again.
3d T. I could ha' seen too at his bigness, for all I'm lame now, God help us! You remember the Powder Plot?
2d T. Powder Plot, quotha! I shall not forget it, while the world stands.
1st T. Nor I, were I to die a thousand deaths.
3d T. That very day was I working in our garret.
2d T. Say you so?
1st T. Nay, neighbours, beshrew me, this may be true; for I have known this man here able to do as tight a day's work by noon, as the tallest fellow the king keeps (God bless him!) take him from top to toe.
3d T. All's one for that. Mark me! there has not been a glass window there time out of mind: since I came nor after; and I tell you truly (I'm a false liar else) I smelt the powder as hot as if it had been done the next day.
1st T. See, see, the wind! the wind, neighbours, is much; God bless us!
3d T. Go to; I am no made fool, though a born fool, my masters. True, the wind may be something, as you say. But if there had not been something else, I would not give a fart for't. I did not work at court with a master-carpenter for nothing, my boys; and see the king's grace fasting and full, as I did, to a hairsbreadth, as they say. Let me alone for casting my cards, give me but ground enough; and yet I can neither write nor read, heaven make me thankful!
2d T. Heaven make us all thankful! I have seen the king too in my prime, and gave him a beck [Pg 145]upon his milk-white steed; as near as one should say, what's this? and all his royal lords and ladies sporting.
1st T. Ay, ay, those were the days (peace be with 'em!) a poor man's tale might be heard at court. There are some lords and ladies now were lousy then.
3d T. Go thy ways, by the rood! Nay, he'll have his old talk, for all the world, up and down.
1st T. It was ever my condition; I care not who knows it; and yet I never scathed the least sucking child that begs his bread; but little does another man know where the king's shoe wrings him, but those that wear it, as my mother would often say; and she lived long enough to know it.
3d T. Nay, that's certain; the king's but a man, as we three are; no more is the queen, if you go to that. Did you never hear of my uncle's observations? He's but a poor knave (as they call him), but such a knave as cares neither for king nor kæsar, the least on 'em.
1st T. Then he may be hanged, neighbour Palmer.
3d T. If he be, he's not the first that has been hanged for treason, I hope. [Exeunt.
Enter the Duke and Claudilla.
Duke. That frown was shot with pretty tyranny From your brow; but this kiss shall sacrifice Me to my Claudilla's bosom.
Claud. You'll sully your honour in't; widows are but rumpled stuff.
Duke. That again! By all my hopes and by thyself, the next and greatest—
Claud. Your brother's crown's betwixt us.
Duke. I did [that] but to sharp De Flame into some Expression of his wit and love. [Pg 146]
Claud. Alas! he sighs all.
Duke. And, like some crude chaplain, spits most Of his mind.
Claud. Yet the tame dove can tire me sometimes With penn'd speeches, when we're alone, and flatter. I'm resolv'd to bestow him on my woman.
Duke. Now he can come to hand. Ha, ha,
thinking men never love heartily, unless they be
dank powder.
Claud. His courtship is like thick embroidery upon Slight stuff. I must confess, I never Lov'd the man, only as a rich gown out of Fashion, for a day's change sometimes at home, When I take physic.
Duke. You may wear him as you please, and to what Purpose; his honest nature was meant you so; But Dessandro is the man of men (I must confess), That I could wish most near you now.
Claud. Dessandro!
Duke. And suddenly, before your honour blush too palpably: I have discovered him and his devotions.
Claud. Then your brains were in his plot.
Duke. 'Twas his own.
Claud. Stol'n from some romance or play! but For De Flame——
Duke. One wheel will move another to the period.
Claud. Methinks, his soft and easy spirit should be The fitter engine, and more pliant to your aim.
Duke. He has too much of Venus in his mixture; all his [Pg 147]Desires would be at home still in the circle of those Eyes: the other is all fire, and thinks that fame Too cheap, that's found so near; and there will Want such men abroad.
Claud. But where's my honour, duke?
Duke. Lock'd in my heart and cares: the king must die, Claudilla, to smoothe the way, and lift us to our wishes.
Claud. That still is talk'd on.
Duke. His last glass is now turn'd, and runs apace. He gives thee to Dessandro, and is your guest; and That night receives eternal thanks for't. Then (My fair) Dessandro cannot want lustre and honour for Your bed, nor thy commands, what all Castile can give.
Claud. I understand not, sir.
Duke. Thou shalt in time. O my Claudilla! my best and nearest Joy, our loves have been entire as a flame: one centre To our thoughts and wishes; and crown our bosoms with Delight and safety. But they are come.
Enter De Castro and Dessandro.
Claud. I have not known so little of his fame To be a stranger to his worth. Sir, I honour it: Nor am I so proud and dark in my opinion, To think I stand upon myself, but stoop in Honour to one of his deserts and blood. This is The way, my lord, I ever summ'd up man, and set His titles down but for cyphers.
Duke. Which will most clearly show his merits, and heighten Them in value to you; for, madam, look on him In the spring of his deserts; and you'll say, titles Are but narrow spheres; and if honoured actions Be the soul and breath, he's then above them, And stands in the first rank of men.
Des. I shall want life to pay this debt. [Aside.
Claud. But, with your grace's favour, I must be tender here: For I stand a tall mark to voice and censure; And need not tell your highness, with what strong Expectation the Count de Flame hath long Time visited me.
Duke. If you will stand engaged, madam, I am silent.
Claud. No, sir—but——
Duke. You expect honour and fortune to your bed: I know Castile owns not a subject (I'll not Except myself; and had I another's freedom, I should Not speak my wishes in a second person) that Looks not with ambition on you: but, madam, weigh Them all; take but off their grains of fortune, He shall hoist them into the air; and to my Wish he's come. Dessandro, your name was Mentioned—happily, I hope. Let me present His value to your grace's hand; and to a sister, Madam, I would say, her bosom.
De C. You purchase our poor lives too highly, sir.
Duke. I would have rich jewels set to their worth; And shall be proud to give any advantage unto his. The Duchess shall not slight me in't: I will be [Pg 149]Heard against the proudest courtship that shall Charm her. Come, my lord, what sport will you Win some ducats at?
De C. I will lose some at any your grace pleases.
Duke. My brother has got a fortunate hand of late 'Gainst all the court: I cannot rise at even terms From him.
De C. I saw him draw deep from your grace last night.
Duke. Two thousand ducats; but I expect 'em with interest again.
Des. I cannot pawn myself to the unworthy ends Of flattery and compliment; but this honour Outbids the value of a thousand lives: What this poor glimpse of expression can show me in; Saints are not more unfeigned in their prayers, Than I to serve you.
Claud. I shall not doubt, how much I may be indebted To your noble wishes; but let me add, sir, he that Lays out for me without my warrant, shall scarcely Put it on my account for thanks—much less, debt.
Des. Not good devotions!
Claud. Them I desire, and shall repay.
Des. Then pay back mine.
Claud. I'm not to learn my prayers, sir.
Des. Teach me yours, that I may turn the virtue Of their charms back to your bosom.
Claud. Colonel, mine would hardly please you; I never pray for wars.
Duke. You have back-friends, my lord?
De C. That some malignant cloud does interpose The king's cheerful favour, I am most sensible. [Pg 150]
Duke. It wou'd spread to me too, if they durst.
De C. Had they but so much virtue left, they durst Own their names by, I should make pale envy blush.
Duke. Come, we'll to cards, and leave them to parl. [Exeunt.
Des. Madam, but mean it in a smile.
Claud. What!
Des. Love.
Claud. Fie!
Des. Yet stay; the air has busy wings. But give The thought consent, and I will take it in soft Whispers from your lip.
Claud. You will?
Des. I feel it creep in flames through all my blood!
Enter De Flame.
Claud. Sir, the Count de Flame!
Des. With a black evening in his face!
De F. O my faithful Achilles, I came To give you joy!
Claud. Who! me, sir?
De F. My virtuous friend and you.
Claud. Of what?
De F. Of your entertainment under him. Y' have a brave commander, And he a—I cannot be angry enough to tell you what.
Claud. I begin to doubt his wits; he looks so ghastly.
De F. Yes, I see a devil in those eyes, that makes my hair Stare upward. False woman, my love durst scarce Doubt before, what now I find and tremble at. [Pg 151]But heaven has wrath in ambush and scorpion-stings!
Claud. For what, my lord?
De F. Duchess, thy perjury and warm engagements To this, this huge impostor!
Claud. Sir, he has crack'd his brains with poetry; Pray, forgive him——
Des. Count, you know what privilege this roof can give You on my anger, or else I should make your frenzy Tongueless. Don't requite it barbarously on her, That gives you leave to live by it. Gather your Scatter'd wits up; go home, sir, and repent.
De F. Privilege! I'll meet thee in a ring of flames, or on the tempest Of some billow, upon whose back the raging north wind strides: Yet I'd not ha' thee lose one spark of thy full man in noise And air; that when next we greet, I may find thee worthy My revenge. This frailty now protects thee.
Claud. Uncivil man, know the way back, or I shall Let that justice loose upon you you deserve.
De F. Your centaur there, you mean; he must Stare bigger to move a hair of mine.
Claud. You sha' not stir, sir; as you love me, do not: Let him die mad.
Claud. And circle him in my arms from your pale envy. Does that make you foam? Look ye— [Kisses Dessandro.
De F. He shall not blossom there.
Claud. He shall, though thou dost bribe the Furies With thy soul.
Des. Madam, your commands will hold me, till I scorch away! I am in flames and torment, and there's not so much Mercy under heaven, but your own, would let him use That tongue a minute longer. Thou has seen this Sword reeking from hilt to point, and sweating Showers of blood o'er thy head; whilst I bestrid thy Life, and rescu'd it 'gainst many gallant foes: And durst thou tempt it to thine own throat now? Prythee, begone; and let us meet no more. There's something in thy youth I still can love, And will forget to call thee to account for this. Be wise unto thyself, and ask this lady pardon.
De F. O my blood! Must I bear this! I am More cold than marble, sure!
Claud. Within there! Where's his grace?
Enter Servant.
Serv. At cards, madam.
De F. O, cry you mercy! your bak'd meats sha' not cool for me; I only wish that they may choke ye. That paper, sir, I sent, wou'd be worth your noble answer.
Des. 'Tis there again, and has stopp'd the use I took it for. [Pg 153]
De F. Ha! I'll make thy name a boy's play, And kill thee on the threshold of thy door.
Des. Go, go, take your rest! When you are Recovered, I may own you.
De F. Thou hast not blood enough to answer this. [Exeunt.
Enter Pirez and Sampayo.
Samp. You tell me strange ones.
Pir. But true ones.
Samp. Nice windings!
Pir. This duke can strangely back his purposes, Where they like him. 'Tis a fair lift To Dessandro's fortune; his stars shin'd.
Samp. True; she has a spacious fortune; but I shall Tell your lordship what perhaps you know not.
Pir. You may.
Samp. She has no blood. From her first, an honest Tradesman's wife, who left her very rich and Handsome, the duke (as he still keeps a Kennel for that purpose) had her presented To him for his game; remov'd her from the Cuckoo's nest into another sphere; but with all Caution and private sleight; and you must Imagine, now she spreads a larger wing; Stirs not abroad, but studded like the night With flames; and at length becomes the court's Discourse and wonder; but still keeps[28] the Country her retiring place.
Pir. Unknown!
Samp. Or unsuspected, as the duke's instruments dealt it; And the young Henrique being in those parts [Pg 154]With our king's brother for sport, casually (as 'twas plotted) Visits her house, falls in love, and marries her. This Is the epitome.
Pir. I hope the Duke Bereo had no dull hand in't.
Samp. 'Tis thought (only by me, sir,) [he] keeps his Acquaintance to this day.
Pir. It must be fatally answer'd somewhere; Heaven has a justice.
Samp. The preparation makes huge noise.
Pir. 'Tis well the king's a guest; their triumph Might miscarry else.
Samp. The king gives her in church. Methinks The Count de Flame must needs be all a-flame at it: And I believe, sir, your affront bleeds freshly in him.
Pir. It must be put to an account somewhere.
Samp. To return his challenge and honour with such a scorn Must work such a spirit to high extremes.
Pir. The saddest story is his sister.
Samp. A rose new-blown, and flung aside to wither in Her sweets! Poor innocence! that has much chang'd My opinion of Dessandro.
Pir. His resolution and ambition are like vast trees, Whose spreading tops hide their own roots From the kind sun.
Samp. Let out unto so vast a pride, as shades all his natural [Pg 155]Virtues, or makes 'em grow up rank and sour. The event will tell us all.
Pir. I wish it without blood. Your lordship's for the solemnity?
Samp. My attendance ties me to his majesty's person.
Pir. My best wishes to your lordship. [Exeunt.
FOOTNOTES:
[26] [The common saying is, "There are more ways to the
wood than one."]
De F. A friend that wou'd commend me with a poor suit Unto you, sir, if you be Signior de Loome.
De L. But this is no year for suit, sir.
De F. Mine brings thanks ready-told, sir; look ye: All double pistoles, signior.
De L. Sir, I shall try my power, and be ready in any Service t' ye, for my friend's sake.
De F. D' ye know who 'tis?
De L. Hum! no matter; I'll undertake your business.
De F. Sir, can you please to pardon some light gold?
De L. You shall find me a gentleman in anything for my friend's sake.
De F. Nay, sir, it weighs a hundred pound at all, peradventures.
De L. And I'll tell you one thing of myself, sir, more than Perhaps my friend rememb'red: I am very honest, where I take; and every man is not to be trusted in matters Of such consequence. A very fair purse, I assure you!
De F. Nest and birds are all your own.
De L. Your business is done, believ't, sir; please you to kiss The king's hand into the bargain?
De F. At fitter opportunity, let me be ambitious of your [Pg 157]Offer: but I shall woo your courtesy to be only a Looker on now.
De L. Anything, sir, you can make worthy
your request. Nay—I hope, you do not wish me
[to] forfeit good manners—as I'm virtuous.
[Compliment for the door.
De F. I am a stranger to the way. Gentlemen, know yourselves, I beseech you.
La G. To obey you, signior.
De L. Sir, you need not speak on't to this man: He's but my lord's barber. Since you command it so—
[Exeunt De Loome and La Gitterne.
De F. Light, light, revenge! heave up thy gloomy tapers! That thou may'st see thy smeared altar shine In blood. Come, my Cleara! my better soul! Whose gallant mind will leave thy name In the first place of women, and raise thee temples. Bravest of thy sex, I could expire on thy cheek, And pay thee reverence, my most excellent sister.
Cle. Just heaven and your brave virtue (my dearest brother) Has waken'd my dull breast and trembling sex: I do not feel one pale or coward thought; But all [are] high and active to my wish.
De F. I see it lovely in thy brow: like the gleaming Dawnings of the morn, when day first kindles; Yet our presage is fair.
Enter Duke, whispering with De Castro.
Cle. The Duke!
De F. Now, innocence, guard thyself! the wolf is up: [Pg 158]See, how mischief teems and quickens on their brow: Some black thing is spawning: night must be midwife to't: If we stay, my poniard will break loose. [Exeunt.
Duke. Who's that?
De C. Some of the duchess's servants, I believe, sir.
Duke. Your hand will lay a new foundation to a kingdom; And I am busy how to divide it with thee, when We can call it ours.
De C. 'Tis his last night with mankind; the poison, sir, Will do't so subtlely: whilst he but holds the Knife, the least warmth attracts, and so dispreads Itself through his blood and spirits. Not any Struggling for't with nature; his life steals from Him in a gentle slumber.
Duke. Grow in my bosom, till you spread to the first honours Of your wish. My fortune is too narrow for your Merits, to whom I owe it and all my power, brave friend. [Exeunt.
Enter Steward, Butler, Cook, and Maids.
Stew. Come, my masters: the great ones shall not Have all to themselves: we'll have a civil Bout or two to get us a stomach to bedward, My sweethearts.
Cook. The fire of my respects shall ne'er go out unto you.
But. Nor mine be quench'd.
Stew. Here, cook, here's a bit for you to lick your lips at: And here's a clean napery for you, butler. [Gives each a wench. Take it. [A dance.
Stew. So, so; I am almost spent; every man to his function.
[Exeunt.
Enter King, Cardinal, Dessandro, Duke,
Duchess, attendants.
King. The night begins to frown at our uncivil stay; And Hymen's tapers do burn out apace: Good night; you shall not stir a foot, Dessandro.
Duke. All the wishes of a bridal bed crown your wishes and embraces!
Card. And all the blessings of true joy.
Duke. To bed, to bed! [Exeunt.
Enter De Loome, De Flame, and Cleara.
De L. You are as melancholy as [the] day, when sun sets: I hope you do not doubt my promise?
De F. No.
De L. Ye sha' not: I'll not leave you, till the grant be yours. Be confidant; and that's more than a courtier is bound To by his oath. Sir, where are you? Why, you were Living but e'en now; could speak—had sense, too: Ha' you seen anything against nature or stomach? [Pg 160]Hum! sweetheart, has thy master any fits o' th' mother [To Cleara. Or falling-sickness? Pretty knave! 'tis pity This face was made for breeches.
De F. Ha!
De L. I am glad you are come to yourself again.
De F. You are pleasant.
De L. I would ha' you so: I have provided some mirth And good company for you. Please you, but spare an Idle hour from your sleep, we'll allow't again in The total of your business (I must not lose his Money). If you can smile, you shall not want a Subject: Besides, we shall have the wit of a Handsome lady or two, and hear their voices.
Enter Steward, and a man with bottles.
Look ye, sir, here's the imprimis of the house: Master steward himself, whose company may be worth Your observation. Signior Silliman, this gentleman Is a friend of my lord duke's: pray, let him know he's welcome.
Stew. I am but the duchess's poor steward, sir, but my Place is at your command, sir. You shall not have Me claim kindred of her for all that; yet Sir Thomas de Loome here can say something, If he please, sir.
De F. Thank ye, sir.
Stew. Look ye, Sir Thomas, I never fail; here be the [Pg 161]Perquisites of life and good company. There's that Will elevate voices. Come, disburthen thyself in That lobby, my honest rational camel! Is this gentleman dumb? He can say nothing but Thank you, sir.
De L. I fear he's planetstruck.
Stew. 'Tis great pity; yet he makes very gentle signs.
De F. I'm got into a dark and slippery labyrinth, and Grope but by a spark; whilst every pause is fatal. No. It had miscarried; and the king's presence Was a sacred guard: now, to break in upon them were To betray our lives to nothing. Sure, heaven will not Lose the glory of such a justice, and by a hand so Justly engaged.
Enter La Gitterne, Torguina, and La Prate.
De L. The ladies! Good girls, this deserves a double Thanks. Here's a gentleman, whose merits may Invite him to your acquaintance, ladies.
Tor. I shall ever study that due honour, by all the Ambitiousness of your humble servant, sir.
La P. You may please to pardon her, whose demerits Make her modest in her expressions to honour You, noble sir.
De F. You engage a poor life to your virtue.
De L. What, ladies, have you put 'em together for a brave boy to-night?
La P. That's as the dice run, sir.
La G. The colonel will find a piece of service on't to-night.
La P. If he put her to the worst, 'twill be worth
her pardon, being so tried a soldier.
Tor. If his valour should be shortbreath'd, a
retreat may be honourable sometimes.
La P. If he fight not flat coward, and make it
in policy.
Tor. Sir, we have read over Aristotle's Politics
and Polybius to that purpose.
La P. Who calls policy the very breath of all war.
Tor. And so, by your ladyship's good licence, in
all battalions, leaguers, skirmishes, sieges, invasions,
parleys, treaties, truces, and other cessations.
De F. Excellent ladies!
De L. For the theoric.
La P. We can say something to the practic too,
signior.
Tor. Both concerning your postures and motions, as Which may be necessary for service: her ladyship has Written a small tract for her private experience, To show how they may be reduced, and a man Exercis'd with far less trouble, but with as much Activity and proportion of comfort.
La P. For body and service, madam?
Tor. I mean so: I warrant you this gentleman Understands me.
De F. And will not your goodness bestow it on the public? It would rank your name amongst the illustrious Benefactors of the general cause.
La P. I know not what I may, sir, when the press is fit For a woman of quality. Is this gentleman a soldier?
De F. That ambition has grown with me from the Cradle, madam. [Pg 163]
La P. I shall render myself with more endearment to Your worth, and ever subscribe to soldiers as the bravest men.
De L. The duchess, I hope, will be of your opinion; But, madam, had I the use of that key for an Hour or two, I would take some notes in shorthand Behind the hangings.
La P. You wou'd?
De L. Yes, indeed, my precious wit, I shou'd.
De F. That key!
Tor. Signior, pleaseth you to think our humble Invitation worthy the grant of your society.
De F. I could wish the trouble of ten lives more, to be Accepted in your command, fairest of ladies,
La P. Were all our days multiplied into years, and Those years to lives, 'twere but a span of time To study our thanks in.—— Exeunt.
Manent Silliman and La Prate.
Sil. Madam! lady! I never knew what bandage was until now: I fear the golden heart you sent me was Enchanted: I long to see you.——
La P. What d'ye mean, sir?
Sil. Ha, ha, ha! hum! nothing, madam, but there Be them that love a good nature with all their heart; That have four hundred pounds a year, and money In their purse to be knighted, if need be.
La P. Wit and opportunity assist me! The thing will make an excellent husband for the [Pg 164]Times; and four hundred pounds a year is a Considerable fortune to boot. I must take him at His bond, or perhaps die in the list of stale chambermaids: A court-plague for a misspent youth and service.
Sil. I am a gentleman already, else the heralds took my Money for nothing: and methinks, madam, you And I might——
La P. What, signior?
Sil. Be as wise as our forefathers.
La P. You and I?
Sil. Yes, what say ye to you and I? Is not you and I Good Spanish? Why, madam, I am able to warm My own sheets, and get children without the help of A doctor; and can kiss as warm and close: And you shall swear my breath is sweet.
La P. Y'are merry, sir, beyond my apprehension.
Sil. Pardon me, lady, if I be: I mean no harm, I protest.
La P. Very witty!
Sil. I am what I am: but I was never beholden to any Living thing for thus much wit: I might Have been an arrant younger brother, but for my mother—— Thereby hangs a tale, madam, and yet I cou'd ha' danc'd My cinque pace in Greek at a dozen. Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, cost me five shillings: Can you believe me, lady? By this light, you shall Wear this diamond! There; sha't, sha't ha't: Sha't, sha't, sha't ha't.
La P. There is such sorcery in your words!
Sil. No, no, no; troth, love me: come, thou shalt; [Pg 165]By this——nay, never sigh, my dear; they are All orient, sweet wench: Thou art worth all Spain For a good disposition——
La P. You will undo me, master steward.
Sil. Pish! who? I undo thee? my life! thou dost wrong Me: canst find in thy heart to think so? away, away.
La P. But is this profession honourable, sir?
Sil. I scorn to deal upon dishonourable terms. Do I Kiss like a man that would propound dishonourable Conditions?
La P. Men are so nice and cunning!
Sil. Do'st think me a Jew; swear me to anything.
La P. Well, you have taken a poor heart at advantage; and make me blush to confess it.
Sil. Kiss me; here's my hand, till death us do part: Thine more than mine own, Signior Bouche Ouverte Sillimano: seal'd and deliver'd; but I hope, lady, there is no quit rent to be paid out of this copyhold.
La P. Not for your life, sir.
Sil. Lawful possession then, and thou'rt mine own. [Exeunt.
Enter De Flame and Cleara.
De F. So, let 'em drench their souls in laughter: kindle Thy noble heart into a flame, my sister! Fate cannot give nor we ask more unto Our cause: all things conspire and prompt us to't. Just and divine revenge! [Pg 166]I'll strew thy midnight haunts with cypress wreaths, And wear thee in rich medals. Propitious goddess! This night thy wan and meagre cheek shall blush, And smile with warm and wanton blood. Night grows heavy-ey'd, And drops her slumbering head in her dark bosom: And now their rage and lust will make them ripe To bleed. Let us embrace, and interchange A sigh or two, Cleara: whate'er become of me, Thou wilt wear chaplets in Elysium.
Cle. My hopes and joys are yours, dear sir, and heaven, I hope, will not divide them.
[Unlocks the door, and discovers them.
De F. See, what a modest blush Sleep has cast o'er their guilt!
Cle. Here is a look Tyrants would bashfully gaze at, and fear To think it mortal. Glorious hypocrisy! Virtue is at wonder in herself, and looks pale, To own what she has given.
De F. I should mock heaven's justice, to let 'em dream Their souls away in such a calm: we'll startle Them into horror of their sin, and then Let 'em see the vengeance they deserve.
Cle. Ye chaster powers, to whom I and my virginity Groan, may every drop breathe incense to your justice? Whilst thus I break their springs open. [Stabs Claudilla.
Claud. O Dessandro! O, whose hand's that?
Cle. Cleara's, Cleara's! carry that name in thy last breath Down to the shades of lust and perjury.
Des. Cleara! madam, madam! your sleeps are troubled—— Who's there? De Flame!
De F. Raise not thy voice an accent: if thou
dost, by my eternal hopes and soul! this strikes
it back unto thy heart. See'st thou revenge sit
pale upon the point? 'Tis steeled with virgin's
curses, and shall fly like lightning through thy
blood; and it is a justice thy vast pride hath lost
thee to.
Des. O, what hast thou done? A deed that flinty Scythians and curl'd Ethiops Would hide their eyes from.
De F. Our revenge shall wear a glorious title. Know'st Thou that injur'd face? It is Cleara's, injur'd Cleara's.
Des. Cleara!
De F. What see'st thou on that brow?
Des. Murder!
De F. Horror and guilt unto thy soul.
Des. I'll not be tamely butcher'd, coward. Without there! Help, help, help!
De F. Whirlwinds and earthquakes cannot do it. Think on thy sin.
Cle. Thy perjury.
De F. Thy lust. [Cleara stabs at him.
Des. Cleara! O, thou hast a skilful hand in Murder. Help, help! murder!
De F. So falls a wretched statue from its
haughty station, when Fate would make it ominous
and fright a state. What a thick cloud steams
from his tainted blood! The air shrinks back, and
with dull wings fans it from heaven.
De L. Look, search the room: where's the stranger?
La G. The door is fast. [Knocks.
De F. You may come in: make up your wonder there. [Opens the door.
Tor. My lady murder'd!
De L. You have astonish'd heaven.
Tor. And pull'd eternal curses on your head.
De F. They'll fall like brittle shafts upon my shield.
Cle. Unjust Dessandro! yet on thy lip I'll Tender my last vows, that the world may tell I loved thee dead—and this—and this——
[Kisses him, then stabs herself.
De F. Hold, hold that cruel hand! Cleara! sister!
De L. Cleara! This is a horrid scene, my lord.
De F. 'Twould not be worth my name, did it not strike Amazement through your souls, and leave a paleness On his cheek that hears it. But here, here I Could melt, transfuse my brains through my sad eyes, Till they wept blood, and dropp'd their jelly forth: She was a jewel too rich for our dull orb.
Enter more servants.
You need not multiply your fears; I am Too proud of my revenge to start from it: [Pg 169]Let the law frown, and fall in tempests on me. Cowards repent, When valiant blood ne'er pales at the event. [Exeunt.
Pir. As sad a kingdom! Where the news is
spread, men that hear it stand struck, as if their
own passing-bells did call unto them.
De L. Kings' glasses are as brittle as their
meanest subjects', their footings as slippery and
uncertain. He was a brave prince, and his life
will be memorable in Castile.
Pir. His death is much admired for the sudden
strangeness of it. What opinion give the physicians
on't?
De L. They've a hard name for't, if I could
think on't.
Pir. Not suspicion of poison?
De L. How, my lord! by whom would you
suspect it?
Pir. Nay, I dare suspect none, nor don't; but
such quirks of state I have read of in the days of
old.
De L. I never saw him discount a day with
more content and freedom; his very thoughts were
hearty.
Pir. 'Twas a fatal one, and will give a sad discourse
to our posterity, and leave it on record in
bleeding characters.
De L. The count's resolution had too much
blood and cruelty in't.
Pir. Dessandro urged as much as mortal sense
could groan with.
De L. I now call to mind, still as he spake and
glanced upon Cleara's face, I had strange startlings
in me.
Pir. As the times have.
De. L. The times, my lord? for what?
Pir. The king's death, sir.
De L. Why, my lord, the times are not of the
worst presage, though that may cloud them a
little.
Pir. I am no Booker, sir, nor Lilly to prognosticate
what seven years may travail with; but I
could wish the price of knaves may fall.
De L. Your lordship's virtues command not a
more humble and observant creature. [Exit.
Pir. This fellow must be muzzled.
Enter Sampayo.
Samp. Who's that?
Pir. The duke's thing, his trifle-broker.
Sano. The king's now.
Pir. Castile did never hear more news, I fear.
Samp. We shall now see the fine turns and
games of the state.
Pir. When fools and knaves chase trump.
Samp. Now heads and points will be the sport.
Pir. The king will have the heads then, I
believe.
Samp. Observe 'em.
Pir. So near?
Enter Bereo, nobles soliciting him with papers.
All. Heavens bless your majesty! Heavens keep your majesty!
[Within.
Please you hear your most faithful subjects? [Pg 171]
Duke. Who are they, that bark so?
De L. A rout of porters, prentices, and sailors'
wives, with such a spawn, who are modest
petitioners your majesty would give 'em leave to
govern you in some matters of state, and humbly
pray to be admitted of your privy council. Here's
another, sir, from the most reverend bags of the
city to purchase all the churches of your majesty
for warehouses; and this, sir, from the corporation
of weavers, cobblers, and feltmakers: that you
would please to give 'em leave to fire all universities
and schools of learning, that the profane
might better see the truth.
Duke. No more. Their stinking breath will
stifle me! Keep back their clamour. Wealth and
ease have made the rascals wanton, and profane
their allegiance. My lord [De Castro kneels],
you need not kneel in a cause, that equally concerns
us with you; and the groans of your
brother's wounds echo unto our sleeps. Our
honour and the laws bleed in them, until a justice
stop their issues, which our own care shall take a
speedy account of. Sampayo! [Whispers.
Samp. I shall, my lord. [Exit.
Duke. O my lords, we are circled in a tide of grief, Where every billow threatens a grave: but in your loves Our hope takes new life, which we as zealously Shall sacrifice again to you and yours. Let me be beholden t' you for a minute's conference With my own sad thoughts. [Exeunt. So take breath, my hopes. Whilst we with pride look upon the world behind us, And then survey the glory of our progress And success, the print of every step is glorious, [Pg 172]And methinks we stand like Rome herself, in midst Of all her triumphs, when her threat'ned head Lean'd on the spangled breast of heaven, and Jostled with the gods; from whose imperious frown The world took all her laws and dooms. Yet her Vast story shall look pale to mine; and time Begin his great example here. Castile, thou now shalt blush for thy neglect: I'll print thy scorns on thy own brow, till my revenge Look lovely as did Rome's, in her bright flames, To Nero; and Nature shall repent, that she Mistook the man Fortune meant thine. Then up, My soul, and from thy glorious stand see Thy proud hopes and wishes court thee! Thou hast Been bashful yet, and hid in blushes. Make Room for thy more spacious thoughts, and let The petty world know this: all things Depend upon the breath of gods and kings. [Exit.
Enter two Officers.
1st Off. There, there! Lay that in the place;
so, so; here, help to spread this carpet. Quick,
quick!
2d Off. Will our new king be here to give the
forked herd an oration?
1st Off. An halter! Thou dost so fumble!
But what's the general voice of the king's death?
Here's the mourning for that bar.
2d Off. Marry, some think he died against his
will; and others, that his brother—Where stands
this?—will bury him very royally——
1st Off. Hum! and others think if thou wert[Pg 173]
hanged, when 'tis thy due, there would be quickly
a knave less. Despatch, despatch! I hear them
coming.
Enter Judges, the two Ladies, DE LOOME, LAGITTERNE, and others. De Flame stands at
the bar.
Off. Pray, by your leave; make way; give
back there! For shame, sir; you press so hard
upon the judges, they scarce have liberty to breathe.
Clear the bar; peace!
1st Judge. My lord, here's none but knows
you, and I believe do grieve to see you stand thus,
and for a fact of such a bloody nature. A gentleman
of your fair hopes and fortunes, blood and
spirit, and other excellent parts, all cast upon
untimely hazards by such an act (as indeed I
know not how to name it). You needs must,
therefore, be worthy our grief; and I presume
you are not now to know the laws and
customs of this your country, with what religious
care they look unto the safety of our lives and
our estates, and with what strictness on perpetrations
of such a dye——
2d Judge. Especially, where innocent blood is
shed; and therefore we, being but the tongues of
the law (my lord), may hope you will interpret
the justice of it clearly from our mouths.
De F. Please you, most reverend lords, is there
aught else but this I am to stand accused for?
2d Judge. Not that we know.
De F. Then, my good lords, you need not
labour much to find out circumstances to condemn
me; nor do I wish or think, my lords, to
satisfy the law by talking in my own defence.
Nor will I brand myself with such a fear, much[Pg 174]
less hope, as to bespeak a melting tear. That
were to wish the act undone, and rob my justice
of a glory I would be torn to atoms for. No, I
come to meet the law; and if your wisdoms can
contract the spacious volumes of it into one doom,
I shall not startle, or divide my breast. My resolution
was above it, when first I undertook to be
my own law and judge.
1st Judge. I grieve to hear this language from
you: it takes much from the man that you have
seemed, my lord; stain not your noble and religious
fame with such an atheism.
2d Judge. Look back into the deed, my lord.
See, what a tide of blood pursues you, and breaks
upon your soul in angry seas.
De F. Look back to our fame, grave lords, the
blood and honour of our family; nor think it my
vainglory to urge it here, since the cause does.
There has not yet, in all the ages it hath served
the state, one stain fallen on our escutcheon; and
although, my lords, these honours are derived to
us in a vast circle of time and blood, the passage
must be still through our veins, and so are treasured
here as heat in fire; so as the least taint in
us reflects a blush on the first virtue of our great
ancestors. And what has man called sacred but
his honour? That dwells not in the smiles of
Fortune; nor can she place the fool or coward in
that rank. And can your wisdoms think ours so
cheap, as to become the scorn of such?
2d Judge. My lord, 'twould better satisfy all
those that know you to hear your grief than
passion.
De F. O, cry ye mercy! He was your lordship's
kinsman; yet I will add, he basely did
betray a love and innocence more noble than a
thousand of their lives. Poor Cleara! perjured[Pg 175]
his faith and honour, and quite dissolved their
holy ties in the lascivious arms of her, whose name
shall not take honour from my breath.
2d Judge. We spend time; pray, give those
ladies leave to speak.
Enter De Castro.
De C. My lords, the king is come to sit amongst
ye.
Off. Stand back there, ho! you, Goodman
Roundhead, you'd best breathe in the king's
face: pull back your horns, sir!—D' you mutter?
Take that, and crowd further. The rogues are
as hollow as a vault, and sound like one with a
blow.
Enter Bereo, De Castro, attendants; at the other
door, the King himself.
[Within.] The king, the king! Whoo?
1st Judge. What's the matter?
Duke. De Castro, is this a mask or apparition?
King. Seize on the traitor!
Duke. Ha!
King. Hence, monstrous thing!
Duke. Traitor!
King. Yes; and a foul one. My lords, suspend Your wonder. We thank ye. Prodigy to thy blood, We have given you leave to wanton in your guilt And see at what mighty impiety it would reach; To fasten you the surer in your toil. Take your places. Durst thou derive the glory Of our grandsires to thyself, whilst with unnatural hands [Pg 176]Thou tear'st their graves up; mingling blood and shame With their bless'd dust? Have we not shar'd our kingdom with thee: Let thee into our heart nearer than nature, If possible? And could all this beget No better thanks than poison? The very thought Unnerves my joints.
Duke. Treason? Who dares avow it, sir, Or charge the least stain upon my loyal bosom, And make it good? I challenge all mankind, And envy from the nether hells; 'tis but Some engine to betray me to you.
De C. I did but quit a sin, Which would have betray'd us both eternally, And bore so sad a shape of horror, As it affrighted all within me, and, like a frenzy, Held me, till I had purged it from my bosom.
Duke. Had thy revenge no other way but this, To undermine the virtue of nature against itself? My lords, there's forgery in't, poison, and treason! It did amaze my innocence. Sounds, that my blood Do shiver at. And did not I see his father's treason Blush yet upon his brow, I should not think Castile infected with the thought.
1st Judge. My Lord De Castro, What proof or circumstance have you to urge This clearer to his highness?
Duke. Grave patriots of the law, Give me your leave in this, that would blemish The honour of my fame for ever. Let him produce but any That may accuse me to your reverend judgments, And Bereo will lay down his head to the block. But I know your wisdoms will discern a plot in't: [Pg 177]And how far he stands incompetent against me In faith and honour.
King. What say you, my lord?
De C. Sir, what I have told your Majesty—my life Shall make good on my torture: my brother being dead, Heaven only and my conscience can clear it: And to quit my innocence of malice, your own conscience Must tell you, my lord, that when first you used my brother To ensnare me, and press'd it in the duchess's garden, How much I argued to divert you; but then—
Duke. My lords, I desire justice and reparation On the villain.
2d Judge. My Lord. De Castro, The king has pleased to give us your relation, In which (though the least tenderness cannot be Impertinent to his sacred safety) there's nothing That can raise the law to any argument, which may reach The Duke, scarce as a peer, which looks upon him As the second man in whom all our safeties and hopes are stor'd: Not to be touch'd with every jealousy, But at a high and reverend form of proof.
Duke. Let me appeal unto yourself, dread sir; Which of my actions or services of state Can be suspected? And do you not perceive That where his father left, his treason would begin?
De C. Help me, dear truth, or else I shall suffer For my loyalty. Great sir, be pleased——
Duke. That most judicious judge has well observ'd, [Pg 178]There is an envy in his soul would reach From you to your succession, and leave the character Of his father's treason on it in blood and ruin. Wretched man, trust me, I grieve for thy slidefrom piety; And when I look upon the love and pity I have cast away on such a thing, I repent My easy faith. Good heaven! what will men fall to?
King. Take the Count unto the citadel, and let none Be admitted to him upon peril— [Exeunt with De Castro. Brother, they were no easy insinuations That did engage our fears to this: but such As nam'd a higher proof and circumstance. And, we confess, it struck our nature with some passionate strugglings: Not that the wish of our ambition is fix'd here, And would revive a term of years To rob ye of one minute's glorious trouble: Yet, my lord, if our laws take care To preserve the meanest subject's life, our own Ought not to be look'd on with less providence: And fears are happy cautions many times. But mine retire. Let our desires meet, and reconcile me to your arms—— [Embrace. His merit shall find the justice it has scandall'd, If it stand guilty.
Duke. If, my lord? Can yet that scruple stay behind?
Returns with De Castro and Dessandro. A physician and chirurgeon, &c.
De C. See, royal sir, I have met a miracle, [They kneel. [Pg 179]That heaven has preserv'd and sent to guard your Sacred highness and the truth.
De F. Dessandro risen from the dead?
King. Dessandro!
Des. The vilest wretch alive, who throws himself At your feet in tears of blood, and so much Horrid guilt as calls for all the wrath of This and the other world: not daring to Lift my hopes to any pardon. O sir! 'Twas he (back'd by that bad Prince and other giddy Hopes) that would have seduc'd my brother to That act against your sacred life.
King. Would it went no further? Duke de Bereo, Can now your brow change colour?
Duke. 'Tis all imposture.
King. Fie, fie; don't glory against heaven, that hath Left thy sin to subterfuge.
Duke. You would not fright me from myself?
King. Well; our guard!
Doct. May it please— [Kneels.
King. Rise, What would you say, sir?
Doct. Under your gracious licence this. We
found our princely lady and the lady Cleara cold
in their clodded gore: this Colonel so spent in
expense of blood, as we could not say alive; for
that half spark of heat left in his veins was then
e'en going out. Our care having preserved and
kindled it to life again, after his shattered faculties
could pant and breathe, he called for pen and ink,
and caused us to write what is there contained.
[Gives a paper.
Des. Of too much truth; and I blush for those few Drops of blood I have left to expiate. [Pg 180]
Duke. I am betrayed and lost! Could'st be in love with that saint life, for one Poor minute's smile, to betray it to ignominy and law? I could trample on thy skull, until thy reeking Brain sparkled about the dust. See how busily They contract their dusky brows! Consult things Safely, and let some reverend statute be ordained In honour of all cowards. [Aside.] De Castro! for this good Service know, 'twas I that laid thy father's head Upon the block: complotted with the Portuguese To make him guilty to the King: and envying that He spread with so much shadow in the state, by a close Faction rend'red him odious to the people: an engine, I knew could not fail. I hurried thee to the Duchess's Wanton bed, Dessandro, knowing De Flame's high Blood would quit the debt I owed thee——
Des. He's proud all mischief can call him patron.
Duke. Nor had I shar'd the pleasure of a kiss to you Or him, but that our purpose needs would have it so.
De F. Sir!
Duke. The language is plain and true.
De F. Then Claudilla was your court-mistress, Duke?— 'Twere profanation to say whore!
Duke. Young lord, I can forgive that language In a suffering man.
De F. Forgive it!
Duke. Forgive it; and had De Flame himself [Pg 181]Enjoy'd her bed, and reap'd the scattered minutes Of our love, he must have found another gloss more Safe and honourable.
De F. Must! What saw you in me did promise So tame a thing, as to feed on your high scraps? Glorious mischief!
Des. My lord, I beg your mercy; and to deserve it Will weep the remnant of this unworthy life Unto Cleara's name.
De F. All mankind has my peaceful wish, but this Black speckled serpent, whose load doth make The earth to groan and sweat.
Duke. My fair Claudilla, methinks I see thee Lovely in that ghastly trim of death, while Yet thy soul was struggling through thy cruel Wounds.
De F. The day begins to frown and creep into Eternal night: we'll bed together in one grave, Cleara. Castile shall hide us in a golden heap, and name me With her patriots for taking this foul monster From her bosom.
Duke. I'll find thee in the myrtle groves below, And leave a story that shall tell the world, How much I lov'd thee. [They stab each other.
King. Desperate atheists!
Duke. You were beforehand, sir.
De F. You've overtaken me: the world is hid in a Cloud, and shrinks to chaos. O, whither Must I wander in this mist? So, so— I feel thee glide away, and leave me sunk Upon a quicksand. [Expirat. [Pg 182]
King. What a thirst of blood burnt up their hearts, That they must quench it in their own?
Duke. Hast thou not air enough, my panting soul? O, what a stitch is coming! [Expirat.
King. Wou'd thou had'st better lov'd thyself and us: For while thou priz'd the honour of that blood, We priz'd thee with it. O ambition! The grandame of all sin, that strikes at stars With an undaunted brow, whilst thus thy feet Slide to the nether hell! Like some vast stream, That takes into its womb all springs that neighbour by it, And would proudly carry all their currents in its own: Swells o'er its banks, and wantons like a tyrant. Take hence the sight: it stirs our indignation.
[Exeunt cum corporibus.
Omnes. Long live the great and good King of Castile!
King. We thank ye, and just heaven which hath (unto wonder) Unknotted all these mischiefs, and kept us safe: And because we do not love to use the laws In their extremity, or execute with blood, Where we can moderate without; but chiefly, Dessandro, to endear ye more to heaven In your acknowledgment, we do enjoin you To some religious house of Orders, there By an humble life to expiate your guilt.
Des. Upon my knees I do acknowledge Your God-like mercy.
King. De Castro Our thanks shall make your loyalty [Pg 183]Exemplary to all times: nor wish we to live longer Than to gain the faith of all; that we may find Ourself and title most secure, and greatest In your loves; which gives us more Than giddy fortune can——
This is our fate, and to the wise is known; All goods without us are, not (sure) our own.
The Adventures of Five Hours. A Tragi-Comedy.—Non
ego Ventosæ Plebis suffragia venor. Horat. Fr.
21o, 1662. Imprimatur, John Birkenhead. London.
Printed for Henry Herringman, at the Anchor in the
Lower Walk of the New Exchange, 1663. fol.[29]
The Adventures of Five Houres: a Tragi-Comedy. As it
is acted at His Royal Highness the Duke of York's
Theatre. The third impression. Revised and corrected
by the author, Sir Samuel Tuke, Kt. and Bart.
Nonumque prematur in Annum. Horat. de Art Poet.
London: Printed by T. N. for Henry Herringman, at
the sign of the Blew Anchor, on the Lower Walk of the
New Exchange. 1671. 4o.[30]
FOOTNOTES:
[29] The title of the copy of 1664 is precisely the same as that
of the first edition. It is in 4to.
Sir Samuel Tuke, of Temple Cressy, in the county
of Essex, was a colonel of horse in the king's army, and
served against the Parliament, as long as the affairs of
his master had any prospect of success. He was very
active in that rising in the county of Essex which
ended fatally to some of the chief actors in it. From
the prologue to the present play, spoken at court, it
appears that he intended to retire from business soon
after the Restoration, but was diverted from that design
for some time by his Majesty's recommending him
to adapt a Spanish play[31] to the English stage, which
he executed with some degree of success. On the 31st
March,[32] 1664, he was created a baronet. He married
Mary, the daughter of Edward Sheldon, a lady who
was one of the dressers to Queen Mary, and probably a
Roman Catholic, of which persuasion our author seems
also to have been.[33] He died at Somerset House, on the
26th of January 1673, and was buried in the vault
[Pg 188]under the chapel there. Langbaine, by mistake, says
he was alive at the time he (Langbaine) published his
"Lives of the Dramatic Poets."
Sir Samuel did not escape the censure of his brother
poets.[34] One of them, speaking of Cowley, says he
Sam Tuke sat, and formally smiled at the rest; But Apollo, who well did his vanity know, Call'd him to the bar to put him to the test, But his muse was so stiff, she scarcely could go.
She pleaded her age, desir'd a reward; It seems in her age she doated on praise: But Apollo resolv'd that such a bold bard Should never be grac'd with a per'wig of bays.
There is some reason for assigning to Sir Samuel
Take part authorship of "Pompey the Great," which is
generally supposed to have been translated by Waller,
Lord Dorset, Sir C. Sedley, and Godolphin, and
printed in 1664. At the end of an edition of Sir John
Denham's poems, "printed by J. M. for H. Herringman,"
1684, is a catalogue of other works published by
the same bookseller, and among them this entry:—"By
Samuel Tuke, and several persons of honour.
Pompey."
Sir Samuel was one of the first members of the Royal
Society, and wrote a history of the ordering and generation
of green Colchester oysters, printed in Spratt's
"History," p. 307.
FOOTNOTES:
[31] [By Calderon. It is supposed that the Earl of Bristol,
author of "Elvira," assisted Tuke.—See Halliwell's "Dictionary
of Old Plays," 1860, in v. Halliwell there quotes a
passage from Evelyn's "Diary," where Evelyn, by a slip of
the pen, speaks of Sir George Tuke, an oversight which is
left uncorrected.]
[35] These were prefixed to the edition of "The Adventures
of Five Hours," printed the year after the author was made
a baronet, but without bearing on the title any mark of his
advancement. He is there called only Colonel Tuke.
Since it is your pleasure, Noble Sir, that I should
hold my fortune from you, like those tenants, who
pay some inconsiderable trifle in lieu of a valuable
rent, I humbly offer you this poem, in acknowledgment
of my tenure: and I am well pleas'd
with this occasion to publish my sense of your
favours, since it seems to me a kind of ingratitude
to be thankful in private.
It was bred upon the terrace-walks in your garden
at Albury; and if I mistake not, it resembles
the place where it was brought up: the plot is
delightful, the elevations natural, the ascents easy,
without any great embellishments of art.
I designed the character of Antonio, as a copy
of your steady virtue; if it appear to those, who
have the honour to know you, short of the original,
[Pg 190]I take leave to inform them, that you have not sat
to me long; 'tis possible hereafter I may gratify
my country, for their civility to this essay, with
something more worthy of your patronage and
their indulgence.
In the interim, I make it my glory to avow that,
had Fortune been just to me, she could not have
recompensed the loyal industry of my life with a
more illustrious title than that which you have
been pleased to confer upon me, of Your Friend. To
which (as in gratitude I am bound) I subjoin that of
Your most humble servant,
S. TUKE.
FOOTNOTES:
[36] This dedication, and the prologue and epilogue which
follow, are only found in the first and second edition.—Collier.
The Prologue enters with a play-bill in his hand,
and reads—This day, being the 15th of December,
shall be acted a new play, never play'd
before, call'd The Adventures of Five Hours.
A NEW PLAY.
Th' are i' the right, for I dare boldly say, The English stage ne'er had so new a play; The dress, the author, and the scenes are new. This ye have seen before ye'll say; 'tis true; But tell me, gentlemen, who ever saw A deep intrigue confin'd to five hours' law? Such as for close contrivance yields to none: A modest man may praise what's not his own. 'Tis true, the dress is his, which he submits To those who are, and those who would be wits; Ne'er spare him, gentlemen; for to speak truth, He has a per'lous cens'rer been in's youth; And now grown bald with age, doating on praise, He thinks to get a periwig of bays. Teach him what 'tis, in this discerning age, To bring his heavy genius on the stage; Where you have seen such nimble wits appear, That pass'd so soon, one scarce could say th'were here. Yet, after our discoveries of late Of their designs, who would subvert the state, You'll wonder much, if it should prove his lot To take all England with a Spanish plot; But if, through his ill conduct or hard fate, This foreign plot (like that of eighty-eight) Should suffer shipwreck in your narrow seas, You'll give your modern poet his writ of ease; For, by th' example of the King of Spain, He resolves ne'er to trouble you again.
This refers to the
author's purpose
of retirement,
at that
time when his
Majesty recommended
this plot
to him.
As to a dying lamp one drop of oil Gives a new blaze, and makes it live awhile; So th' author, seeing his decaying light, And therefore thinking to retire from sight, Was hindered by a ray from the upper sphere, Just at that time he thought to disappear. He chanced to hear his Majesty once say, He lik'd this plot; he stay'd, and writ the play: So should obsequious subjects catch the minds Of princes, as your seamen do the winds. If this attempt then shows more zeal than light, 'T may teach you to obey, though not to write.
He looking up,
and seeing the
King, starts.
He kneels. He
rises.
Ah! he is there himself. Pardon my sight, My eyes were dazzled with excess of light; Even so the sun, who all things else displays, Is hid from us i' the glory of his rays. Will you vouchsafe your presence? You, that were given To be our Atlas, and support our heaven? Will you, dread sir, your precious moments lose To grace the first endeavours of our muse? This with your character most aptly suits, Even heaven itself is pleas'd with the first-fruits. [Pg 193]
Having been desired by a lady, who has more than
ordinary favour for this play, though in other things
very judicious, to make a song, and insert it in that
scene where you may now read it, I found it more difficult
to disobey the commands of this excellent person,
than to obtain of myself to write any more upon subjects
of this nature.
This occasioned the revising of this piece, upon
which I had not cast my eyes since it was first
printed; and finding there some very obvious faults
(with respect to their judgments who have been
pleased to applaud it), I could not well imagine how
they came to escape my last hand; unless poetic rage,
or (in a more humble phrase) heat of fancy, will not at
the same time admit the calm temper of judgment; or
that, being importuned by those for whose benefit this
play was intended, I was even forced to expose it before
it was fit to be seen in such good company.
This refers only to the dress, for certainly the plot
needs no apology; it was taken out of Don Pedro Calderon,[37]
a celebrated Spanish author, the nation of the
[Pg 194]world who are the happiest in the force and delicacy of
their inventions, and recommended to me by his sacred
majesty as an excellent design, whose judgment is no
more to be doubted than his commands to be disobeyed.
And therefore it might be a great presumption
in me to enter my sentiments with his royal suffrage;
but as secretaries of state subscribe their names to the
mandates of their prince, so at the bottom of the leaf
I take the boldness to sign my opinion, that this is
incomparably the best plot that I ever met with. And
yet, if I may be allowed to do myself justice, I might
acquaint the readers that there are several alterations
in the copy which do not disgrace the original.
I confess, 'tis something new that trifles of this
nature should have a second edition; but if in truth
this essay be at present more correct, I have then
found an easy way to gratify their civility who have
been pleased to indulge the errors in the former impressions.
If they who have formerly seen or read this play
should not perceive the amendments, then I have
touched the point, since the chiefest art in writing is
the concealing of art; and they who discover 'em, and
are pleased with them, are indebted only to themselves
for their new satisfaction, since their former favour to
[Pg 195]our negligent Muses has occasioned their appearing
again in a more studied dress; and certainly those
labours are not ungrateful with which the writers and
readers are both pleased.
And since I am upon the subject of novelties, I take
the boldness to advertise the reader that, though it be
unusual, I have in a distinct column prefixed the
several characters of the most eminent persons in the
play, that, being acquainted with them at his first setting
out, he may the better judge how they are carried
on in the whole composition. For, plays being moral
pictures, their chiefest perfections consist in the force
and congruity of passions and humours, which are the
features and complexion of our minds; and I cannot
choose but hope that he will approve the ingenuity of
this design, though possibly he may dislike the painting.
As for those who have been so angry with this innocent
piece, not guilty of so much as that current wit—obscenity
and profaneness—these are to let them know
that, though the author converses with but few, he
writes to all; and aiming as well at the delight as
profit of his readers, if there be any amongst them who
are pleased to enter their haggard muses at so mean a
quarry, they may freely use their poetic licence, for he
pretends not to any royalty on the mount of Parnassus;
and I dare answer for him, that he will sing no more
till he comes into that choir where there is room enough
for all; and such, he presumes, is the good-breeding of
these critics, that they will not be so unmannerly as to
crowd him there.
Farewell.
FOOTNOTES:
[37] [Don Pedro Calderon della Barca appears to have been
born at Madrid, of a good family, in 1601. Like Lope de Vega,
his contemporary, he signalised his dramatic genius at a
very early date, producing his "Carro del Cielo" at the age
of thirteen. He devoted the better part of his life to the
military profession, but afterwards took holy orders, and
became a canon of Toledo. He is supposed to have died in
1681. His plays were printed at Madrid between 1683 and
1691, in 9 vols. 4o; but the best edition, according to
Brunet, is that published at Madrid, 1760-63, 11 vols. 4o.
Some of Calderon's dramas were never printed, and have
perished.]
If we could hit on't, gallants, there are due Certain respects from writers and from you: Which, well observ'd, would celebrate this age, And both support and vindicate the stage. If there were only candour on your part, And on the poets', judgment, fancy, art; If they remember that their audience Are persons of the most exalted sense; And you consider well the just respect Due to their poems, when they are correct; Our two houses then may have the fate To help to form the manners of the state: For there are crimes arraign'd a' th' poets' bar, Which cannot be redress'd at Westminster. Our ancient bards their morals did dispense In numbers, to insinuate the sense, Knowing that harmony affects the soul, And who our passions charm, our wills control. This our well-meaning author had in view, And, though but faintly executed, you Indulg'd th' attempt with such benevolence, That he has been uneasy ever since; For though his vanity you gratified, The obligation did provoke his pride. But he has now compounded with ambition [Pg 197]For that more solid greatness, self-fruition; And, going to embrace a civil death, He's loth to die indebted to your breath. Therefore he would be even w' you, but wants force; The stream will rise no higher than the source. And they, who treat such judges, should excel; Here 'tis to do ill, to do only well. He has, as other writers have, good-will, And only wants (like those) nature and skill; But, since he cannot reach the envied height, H' has cast some grains in this to mend the weight; And, being to part w' you, prays you to accept This revived piece as legacy or debt.
FOOTNOTES:
[38] This prologue first appeared in the edition of 1671, after
the revival of the play.—Collier.
Don H. How happy are the men of easy phlegm, Born on the confines of indifference: Holding from nature the securest tenure, The peaceful empire o'er themselves; which we, [Pg 200]Th' unhappy men of fire, without the aids Of mighty reason or almighty grace, Are all our lives contending for in vain, 'Tis evident, that solid happiness Is founded on the conquest of our passions; But since they are the favourites of sense, Self-love bribes reason still in their defence: Thus in a calm I reason; but when cross'd, The pilot quits the helm, and I am toss'd.
Enter Silvio.
Sil. Sir, Don Carlos is without.
Don H. Wait on him in.
Enter Don Carlos.
Don C. Cousin, methinks this day hath longer seem'd Than usual; since 'tis so far advanc'd Without our seeing one another.
Don H. If I had not been hinder'd by some business, I should, ere this, have seen you, t' have told you Some pleasing news I lately have receiv'd: You have so often borne with my distempers, 'Tis fit that once, at least, you should partake Of my good-humour.
Don C. What cause soever has produc'd this change, I heartily rejoice in the effect; And may it long continue.
Don H. I can inform you by experience now, How great a satisfaction 'tis to find A heart and head eas'd of a weighty care; For a gentleman of my warm temper, [Pg 201]Jealous of the honour of his family, (As yet ne'er blemish'd) to be fairly freed From the tuition of an orphan sister, Rich, beautiful and young.
Don C. You know, Don Henrique, for these thirteen years, That I have been with the like province charg'd: An only sister, by our parents' will (When they were call'd from all[41] their cares below) Committed to my trust, much more expos'd To the great world than yours; and, sir, unless Nearness of blood deceive me, short of few In those perfections which invite the gallants: Yet, thanks to my temper, cousin, as well As to her virtue, I have seen her grow, Even from her childhood to her dangerous age, Without the least disturbance to my rest; And when with equal justice I reflect On the great modesty and circumspection Of lovely Porcia, I conclude that you Might well have slept as undisturb'd as I.
Don H. Sir, I complain not of my sister's conduct; But you know well, young maids are so expos'd To the invasion of audacious men, And to the malice of their envious sex, You must confess the confines of their fame Are never safe till guarded by a husband. 'Tis true, discreet relations ought to use Preventions of all kinds; but, dear Carlos, [Pg 202]The blemish once receiv'd, no wash is good For stains of honour but th' offender's blood.
Don C. Y' are too severe a judge of points of honour.
Don H. And therefore, having not long since receiv'd The news that Don Antonio de Mendoza Is likely to be here this night from Flanders, To whom my sister, by th' intervention O' th' Marquis d'Olivera, is contracted, I will not close these eyes, till I have seen Her and my cares safe lodg'd within his arms.
Don C. I find your travels, cousin, have not cur'd you Of that innate severity to women, Urg'd justly as a national reproach To all of us abroad. The rest o' th' world Lament that tender sex amongst us here, Born only to be honourable prisoners; The greater quality, the closer kept: Which cruelty is reveng'd upon ourselves, Whilst, by immuring those whom most we love, We sing, and sigh only to iron gates. As cruel is that overcautious custom By proxy to contract parties unknown To one another; this is only fit For sovereign princes, whose high qualities Will not allow of previous interviews: They sacrifice their love to public good, Consulting interest of state and blood; A custom which as yet I never knew Us'd amongst persons of a lower rank Without a sequel of sad accidents. Sir, understand me right; I speak not this By way of prophecy: I am no stranger To Don Antonio's reputation, [Pg 203]Which I believe so just, I no way doubt Your sister's being happy in him.
Don H. Don Carlos, let us quit this argument: I am now going to our noble friend And kinsman, the corregidor, to see If he'll oblige us with his company At my sister's wedding. Will you come along?
Don C. Most willingly, as soon as I have brought My sister hither, who has given this evening To her cousin Porcia.
Don H. I have business, cousin, by the way; I'll go before, and wait you i' th' Piazza. Your servant, sir.
[Don Henrique waits on him to the door. Exit Don Carlos.
Don H. This kinsman is my bosom friend; and yet, Of all men living, I must hide from him My deep resentments of his sister's scorn. That cruel maid, to wound me to the heart, Then close her ears against my just complaints! But though as yet I cannot heal my wound, I may by my revenge upon my rival Divert the pain; and I will drive it home. There's in revenge a balm which will appease The present grief, till[42] time cure the disease.
[Exit Don Henrique.
Enter Porcia.
Por. My heart is so oppress'd with fear and grief, That it must break, unless it finds relief; The man I love is forc'd to fly my sight, [Pg 204]And like a Parthian[43] kills me in his flight: One, whom I never saw, I must embrace, Or else destroy the honour of my race. A brother's care, more cruel than his hate: O, how perplex'd are the intrigues of fate!
Enter Don Carlos and Camilla.
Don C. Cousin, I thought my sister's company Would not displease you, whilst I wait upon Your brother in a visit.
Por. Sir, you oblige me with a welcome favour. I rather should have styl'd it charity To bring a friend to her, whose cruel fate Has robb'd her of herself. [Aside.
Cam. Methinks, 'tis pity that a wall should make The houses two of friends so entirely one As you and I, and our two brothers, are.
Por. If it be true that lovers live much more There where they love than where they breathe, I'm sure No walls can sever us: we're still together.
Don C. Were I not much engag'd, I would not quit So sweet a conversation; but, sister, At my return I'll wait upon you home.
Por. For this night, cousin, pray let her be mine, I beg it of you both.
Don C. You may command; we are both yours. [Exit Don Carlos. [Pg 205]
Por. My dear Camilla, how I long'd to have thee,
[Porcia throws herself on Camilla's neck.
Where, freely breathing out my grief, I might Some mitigation from thy pity find! But since there's no true pity without pain, Why should I ease by thy affliction gain?
Cam. Ah, Porcia! if compassion suffering be, And to condole be pain, my destiny Will full revenge in the same kind afford, Should I but my unequall'd griefs relate, And you but equally participate.
Por. If yours, as mine, from love-disasters rise, Our fates are more allied than families.
Cam. What to our sex and blooming age can prove An anguish worthy of our sighs but love?
Por. 'Tis true, Camilla, were your fate like mine, Hopeless to hold, unable to resign.
Cam. Let's tell our stories, then we soon shall see Which of us two excels in misery.
Por. Cousin, agreed.
Cam. Do you begin then.
Por. You know, Camilla, best how generously, How long, and how discreetly, Don Octavio Has serv'd me; and what trials of his faith And fervour I did make, ere I allow'd him The least hope to sustain his noble love. Cousin, all this you know: 'twas in your house We had our interviews, where you were pleas'd To suffer feign'd addresses to yourself, To cover from my watchful brother's eyes The passion which Octavio had for me.
Cam. My memory in this needs no refreshing.
Por. And how one evening (O that fatal hour!) My brother, passing by Don Carlos' house With his great friend and confidant, Don Pedro, [Pg 206]Did chance to see th' unfortunate Octavio In your balcony entertaining me: Whom not believing there he took for you; My back being towards him, and both dress'd alike. Enraged with jealousy, this cruel man (To whom all moderation is unknown) Resolves to stamp all your neglects of him In's suppos'd rival, poor Octavio's, heart. They take their stand i' th' corner of our street; And after some little time Octavio, Free from suspicion as design of ill, Retires: they assault him, and in's own defence He kills Don Pedro, and is forc'd to fly. My brother cruelly pursues him still With such insatiate thirst after revenge, That nothing but Octavio's blood can quench: Covering his ill-nature and suspicion With the resentment of Don Pedro's death.
Cam. Is this the sum of your sad story, Porcia? Is this all?
Por. No, no, Camilla, 'tis the prologue only: The tragedy will follow. This brother, To whose impetuous will my deceas'd parents (May their souls rest in peace!) having condemn'd Me and my fortune, treats me like a slave: So far from suffering me to make my choice, That he denounces death if I refuse; And now, to frustrate all my hopes at once, Has very lately made me sign a contract To one in Flanders whom I never saw,[44] And is this night (they say) expected here. [Pg 207]
Cam. Is such a rigour possible, dear Porcia?
Por. Was ever misery like mine, Camilla? Reduc'd to such extremes, past all relief? If I acquaint my brother with my love T' Octavio, the man whom he most hates, I must expect the worst effects of fury: If I endeavour to forget Octavio, Even that attempt renews his memory, And heightens my disquiet: if I refuse To marry, I am lost: if I obey, I cast Octavio and myself away. Two such extremes of ill no choice admit. Each seems the worst; on which rock shall I split? Since, if I marry, I cannot survive, And not to marry were to die alive.
Cam. Your story, I confess, is strangely moving; Yet if you could my fortune weigh with yours In scales of equal sensibility, You would not change your sufferings for mine.
Por. What can there be in Nature more afflicting, Than to be torn from th' object of my love, And forc'd t' embrace a man whom I must hate?
Cam. Have you not known that object of your love, And entertain'd the person you esteem? Have you not heard, and answer'd to his sighs? Has he not borne his part in all your cares? Do you not live and reign within his heart?
Por. I doubt no more his faith than my hard fate.
Cam. Tell me, dearest Porcia—if I love one, Whom I shall never see: suff'ring as much Without the means of e'er expressing it, As what I suffer is above expression; If all my sighs wander in fleeting air, And ne'er can reach his ears for whom they're form'd; [Pg 208]If all my passion, all my killing cares, Must be for ever to their cause unknown; If their sad weight must sink me to my grave Without one groan, that he can ever hear, Or the least hope that I should e'er obtain Ease by's pity or cure by his disdain— If this the state of my misfortune be (As heaven, that has decreed it, knows it is) Say, dearest Porcia, do you envy me?
Por. What overcruel laws of decency Have struck you dumb? Have you misplac'd your love? On such a party as you dare not own?
Cam. No, no, the cause is worthy of th' effect: For though I had no passion for this person, I were ungrateful if I should not give The first place in my heart to such high merit.
Por. If he had been so happy to deserve Your love, why are not you so just to let Him know it?
Cam. 'Tis impossible. Ah, that dismal word Clearly states the difference of our fortunes! You in your first adventure have been cross'd, But I, before I can set out, am lost.
Por. Pray, make me comprehend this mystery.
Cam. It is t' open my wounds afresh, dear Porcia; But you must be obey'd—— [After a little pause. His excellence the Conde d'Oniate, Being sent ambassador to th' emperor, We, having the honour to be near allied To's lady, went with him. My brother Was desir'd by her to make that journey: Whose tenderness for me not suffering him To let me stay behind, I was engag'd, And treated by th' ambassadress my cousin With more respect than I could ever merit.
Por. She is a lady fam'd for great civility. [Pg 209]
Cam. We had not pass'd much time i' th' emperor's court, When my dear brother unexpectedly By urgent business was call'd back to Seville. In our return (passing too near a garrison Of th' enemy's) our convoy was surpris'd And routed by a party of their horse——
Por. Camilla, you begin to raise my fears.
Cam. We, being pris'ners, were hurried straight away To th' enemy's quarters, where my ill fate Made me appear too pleasing to the eyes Of their commander, who at first approach Pretends to parley in a lover's style, Protesting that my face had chang'd our fortunes, And him my captive made: but finding soon, How little he advanc'd in his design By flattery and his feign'd submission, He shifts his person, calls me his prisoner, And swears my virgin treasure was his prize: But yet protests he had much rather owe it To my indulgence than his own good-fortune. And so, through storms and calms, the villain still Pursues his course to his accursed end; But finding me inflexible to his threats As well as fawnings, he resolves to use The last and uncontrolled argument Of impious men in power—force.
Por. Ah, poor Camilla! where was your dear[45] brother At a time of such distress?
Cam. My brother? he, alas! was long before Borne away from me in the first encounter; Where having certainly behav'd himself As well became his nation and his name, [Pg 210]Remain'd sore wounded in another house.
Por. Prythee, make haste to free me from this fright.
Cam. The brute approaches, and by violence Endeavours to accomplish his intent: I invocate my guardian angel, and resist, But with unequal force, though rage supplied Those spirits which my fear had put to flight. At length, grown faint with crying out and striving, I spied a dagger by the villain's side, Which snatching boldly out, as my last refuge, With his own arms I wound the savage beast: He at the stroke unseiz'd me, and gave back. So guilt produces cowardice. Then I, The dagger pointing to my breast, cried out, Villain, keep off, for, if thou dost persist, I'll be myself both sacrifice and priest: I boldly now defy thy lust and hate; She, that dares choose to die, may brave her fate!
Por. O, how I love and envy thee at once!
[Porcia starts to her, and kisses her.
Go on, brave maid.
Cam. Immediately the drums and trumpets sound, Pistols go off, and a great cry, To arms, To arms! The lustful satyr flies. I stand, Fix'd with amazement to the marble floor, Holding my guardian dagger up aloft, As if the ravisher had threaten'd still.
Por. I fancy thee, Camilla, in that brave posture, Like a noble statue which I remember To have seen of the enraged Juno, When she had robb'd Jove of his thunderbolt.
Cam. Freed from this fright, my spirits flow'd so fast [Pg 211]To the forsaken channels of my heart, That they, who by their orderly access Would have supported life, by throngs oppress: O'ercharg'd with joy, I fell into a swoon, And that, which happen'd during this interval,[46] Is not within the circle of my knowledge.
Por. Y' have rais'd me to a mighty expectation: Will the adventure answer it, Camilla?
Cam. At my return to life, op'ning my eyes, Think, dearest Porcia, how I was astonish'd To find there, kneeling by my side, a man Of a most noble form, who bowing to me: Madam (says he) y' are welcome to the world: Pardon, I pray, the boldness of a stranger, Who humbly sues t' you to continue in it: Or, if you needs will leave us, stay at least Until I have reveng'd your wrongs, and then I'll wait upon you to the other world; For, you withdrawn, this will a desert seem, And life a torment.
Por. High gallantry, cousin, for the first address!
Cam. 'Twas so surprising, that my confusion Check'd my reply; but I suppose my looks Did speak the grateful language of my heart; For I perceiv'd an air of joy enlighten His manly face; but, O, how soon 'twas clouded By fresh alarms! we heard the soldiers cry, Where's Antonio? the enemy is rallied, And coming on to give a second charge! [Pg 212]He started up, and with a mien that mark'd The conflict 'twixt his honour and his love, Madam (says he) the soul was never yet With such convulsion from the body torn, As I from you; but it must ne'er be said That Don Antonio de Mendoza Follows those in dangers whom he ought to lead. Thus the vanquish'd conqueror disappear'd, Leaving that image stamp'd upon my heart To which I all the joys must sacrifice Of the poor remnant of my wretched life; If properly to live I may be said, When all my hopes of seeing him are dead.
[She puts her handkerchief to her eyes.
Por. Though you have kept this part of your adventure Still from me—
Cam. And from everybody living.
Por. I have observ'd the signs of smother'd grief: I've often seen those lovely eyes much swoll'n. Those are true tears, Camilla, which are stol'n. But what said you was his name, Camilla?
Cam. Antonio de Mendoza.
Por. O heavens! Antonio de Mendoza!
Enter Don Henrique.
Don H. I'm pleased to find you speaking of your husband.
Cam. What's that I hear? her husband! [Aside.
Don H. Have you the letter ready I desir'd you To write to him? I'll send a servant with it To meet him on the way; 'twill show respect.
Sil. Sir, here's a servant of Don Antonio Newly alighted at the gate: he's come Post from his master, charg'd with letters for you.
Don H. I could not have receiv'd more welcome news. Go, bring him in. Sister, you may withdraw.
[Exeunt Porcia and Camilla.
Enter Ernesto and Silvio.
Ern. Sir, Don Antonio kisses your hands, And sends me to present this letter to you.
[He gives a letter to Don Henrique. DonHenrique opens it, and, having read it
to himself, says—
Don H. I'm glad to find by's letter he's in health; Yet methinks, friend, he writes but doubtfully Of's being here this night, as I expected.
Ern. His letter, I suppose, sir, speaks his purpose.
Don H. I'll answer't, and despatch you presently: In the meanwhile, go: make him welcome, Silvio.
[Exeunt Silvio and Ernesto.
I would to heaven he were arriv'd; I grow Each minute more impatient. As bodies Near the centre move with more violence, So when we approach the ends of our designs, Our expectations are the more intense, And our fears greater of all cross-events. [Exit Don Henrique.
Enter Silvio, Ernesto, Geraldo, Pedro, Bernardino,
Jago, with some cups of chocolate.
Sil. Methinks, camerade, a sup of chocolate [Pg 214]Is not amiss after a tedious journey— Your master's health, sir. [He drinks.
Sil. Pray, how long is't, brother, since you left Spain?
Ern. 'Tis now five years and upwards since I went From Seville with my master into Flanders, The king's fencing-school, where all his subjects Given to fighting are taught the use of arms, And notably kept in breath.
Sil. Your master, I am sure, has got the fame To be a per'lous man in that rough trade.
Ern. He's a brave soldier, envy must confess it.
Ped. It seems so, faith, since merely by the force Of his great reputation he can take Our bright young mistress in without a siege.
Ern. If I mistake not, she will be reveng'd On him ere long, and take him too by th' force Of her rare wit and beauty.
Ped. Sh' has a fair Portion, sir, of both, I dare assure you.
Sil. But prythee, brother, instruct us a little; Tell us, what kind of country is this Holland, That's so much talk'd of, and so much fought for?
Ern. Why, friend, 'tis a huge ship at anchor, fraught With a sort of creatures made up of turf And butter.
Ped. Pray, sir, what do they drink in that country? 'Tis said, there's neither fountains there Nor vines.
Ern. This is the butler, sure, by his apt question. [Aside. Friend, they drink there a certain muddy liquor, [Pg 215]Made of that grain with which you feed your mules.
Ped. What, barley? can that juice quench their thirst?
Ern. You'd scarce believe it could, did you but see How oft they drink.
Ped. But methinks that should make them drunk, camerade?
Ern. Indeed most strangers are of that opinion; But they themselves believe it not, because They are so often.
Ger. A nation, sure, of walking tuns, the world Has not the like.
Ern. Pardon me, friend, there is but a great ditch Betwixt them and such another nation; If these good fellows would but join, and drink That dry, i' faith they might shake hands.
Ger. Prythee, friend, can these Dutch Borachios[48] fight?
Ern. They can do even as well, for they can pay Those that can fight.
Sil. But where, I pray, sir, do they get their money?
Ern. O sir, they have a thriving mystery; They cheat their neighbouring princes of their trade, And then they buy their subjects for their soldiers.
Sil. Methinks our armies should beat these butter-boxes. Out of the world.
Ern. Trust me, brother, they'll sooner beat our armies Out of their country: why, ready money, friend, [Pg 216]Will do much more in camps, as well as courts, Than a ready wit, I dare assure you.
Ger. Methinks, camerade, our king should have more money Than these Dutch swabbers; he's master o' th' Indies, Where money grows.
Ern. But they have herrings which, I assure you, Are worth our master's mines.
Ger. Herrings! why, what a devil, do they grow In their country?
Ern. No, faith, they fish 'em on the English coast, And fetch their salt from France; then they pickle 'em, And sell 'em all o'er the world.
Ger. 'Slife, these rascals live by cookery!
Ern. This is the coddled cook, I've found him out. [Aside.
Ber. What kind of beds, sir, have they i' that country?
Ern. This, I dare swear, 's the groom o' th' chamber. [Aside. Sir, they have certain niches in their walls,[49] Where they climb up o' nights; and there they stew In their own grease till morning.
Jago. Pray, sir, give me leave to ask you one question: What manner of women have they in that country? [Pg 217]
Ern. The gentleman-usher, upon my life! [Aside. Pray excuse me, sir: we gentlemen-soldiers Value ourselves upon our civility To that soft sex; and in good faith they are The softest of that sex I ever met with.
Jago. Does any of our Spaniards ever marry With'em?
Ern. Yes, some lean families, that have a mind To lard their progeny.
Sil. What, a' God's name, could come into the heads Of this people to make them rebel?
Ern. Why, religion; that came into their heads A' God's name.
Ger. But what a devil made the noblemen Rebel? they never mind religion.
Ern. Why, that which made the devil himself rebel— Ambition.
Sil. This is a pleasant fellow. [Aside. I find you gentlemen-soldiers want no wit.
Ern. When we're well paid, sir, but that's so seldom, I find that gentleman wants wit that is A soldier. Your company's very good, But I have business which requires despatch.
Ped. Will you not mend your draught before you go?
Cam. That I again must Don Antonio see, Yet never see him mine?
Por. I, to be married to the man I hate!
Cam. And I, to have the man I love torn from me!
Por. I am, by robbing of my friend, undone!
Cam. I, for not hind'ring of the theft, am lost!
Por. Ye powers, who these entangled fortunes give, Instruct us how to die or[50] I how to live. [She weeps.
Cam. Cousin, when we should act, then to complain Is childishly to beat the air in vain. These descants on our griefs only perplex; Let's seek the remedy. You know, our sex This honour bears from men, in exigents Of love never to want expedients.
Por. You have awaken'd me, give me your veil:
[Porcia takes off Camilla's veil, and puts it on herself.
Quickly, dear cousin, quickly; and you, Flora, Run presently, and see whether my brother Be settled to despatch Antonio's man. [Exit Flora.
Cam. What mean you, Porcia?
Por. If once my brother be set down to write, I may securely reckon one hour mine; For he is so extravagantly jealous, That he distrusts the sense of his own words, And will weigh a subscription to a scruple, Lest he should wrong his family by his style: Therefore, I'll serve myself of[51] this occasion To see Octavio, and to let him know That all our hopes are ready to expire, Unless he finds some prompt expedient For our relief. [Pg 219]
Cam. Pray, how and where d' you hope to speak with him?
Por. At his own house, where he lies yet conceal'd: 'Tis not far off, and I will venture thither.
Cam. D' you know the way?
Por. Not very well; but Flora's a good guide.
Enter Flora hastily.
Flo. O madam! he's coming already.
Por. Ah, spiteful destiny! Come, let's retire Into my chamber, cousin. [Exeunt Porcia and Camilla.
Enter Don Henrique and Ernesto.
Don H. If you desire to see her, friend, you may.
Ern. I should be glad to acquaint my master, sir, That I have had the honour to see his bride.
Don H. Where's your lady, Flora?
Flo. She's in her chamber, sir.
Don H. Tell her, Antonio's man attends her here, To do his duty to her ere he goes. [Exit Flora. Stay here: you'll find her with a kinswoman, In her home dress without a veil; but you Are privileg'd by your relation for this access: I'll go despatch my letter. [Exit Henrique.
Enter Camilla, Porcia, and Flora. Ernesto
addresses himself to Camilla, seeing her without a veil.
Ern. Madam, I have been bold to beg the honour Of seeing your ladyship, to make myself More welcome to my lord at my return. [Pg 220]
Por. A rare mistake! further it, dear Camilla! Who knows what good this error may produce? [Aside.
Cam. Friend, in what state left you your lord and mine?
Ern. As happy as the hopes of being yours Could make him, madam.
Cam. I would the master were as easily deceiv'd. [Aside. I pray present my humble service to him; And let him know that I am very glad He has pass'd his journey so successfully— Give him the letter, Flora.[52] Farewell, friend.
[Exeunt Camilla, Porcia, and Flora.
Ern. Now, by my life, she is a lovely lady; My master will be ravish'd with her form. I hope this blind bargain, made by proxy, May prove as happy a marriage as those Made after th' old fashion, chiefly for love, And that this unseen beauty may have charms To bring him back to his right wits again From his wild ravings on an unknown dame, Whom, as he fancies (once upon a time) He recover'd from a trance, that's to say From a sound sleep, which makes him dream e'er since. I'll hasten to him with this pleasing news. [Exit Ernesto.
Cam. My melancholy could hardly hinder me From laughing at the formal fool's mistake. But, tell me, did not I present your person With rare assurance? The way for both to thrive Is to make me your representative.
Por. Most willingly; and I am confident, When you your charms shall to his heart apply, You all your rivals safely may defy.
Cam. I wish I could be vain enough to hope it. But, cousin, my despairs are so extreme, I can't be flatter'd, though but in a dream.
Flo. Madam, do we go, or what do you resolve on?
Por. I must resolve, but know not what to choose.
Cam. Cousin, take heed, I am afraid you venture Too much: your brother cannot tarry long, And if at his return he finds you missing——
Por. Y' have reason; th' opportunity is lost. What is't o'clock, Flora?
Flo. I think, near seven, for the clock struck six Just as Camilla enter'd the chamber.
Por. Quick then, Flora, fetch your veil; you shall carry My tablets to Octavio; there he'll find The hour and place where I would have him meet. [Exit Flora.
Cam. 'Tis well resolv'd; but where do you design Your meeting.
Por. In the remotest part of all the garden, Which answers, as you know, to my apartment; And Flora has the key of the back-door. [Pg 222]
Cam. As the case stands, you choose the fittest place.
[Flora returns veiled.
Por. Cousin, I beg your patience whilst I write.
[Porcia writes in her tablets.
Cam. You, Mistress Flora, by this accident May chance to see your faithful lover Diego.
Flo. He is a faithful lover of himself—[53] Without a rival, madam.
Cam. Damsel, your words and thoughts hardly agree; For could we see his image in your heart, 'Twould be a fairer far than e'er his glass Reflected.
Flo. Madam, I am not yet so very old, That I should doat.
Cam. Nor yet so very young but you may love: Dotage and love are cousin-germans, Flora.
Flo. Yes, when we love and are not lov'd again; [Smiling. For else I think they're not so near akin.
Cam. I have touch'd a nettle, and stung myself. [Aside.
Por. Make all the haste you can, pray, Flora.
Flo. Madam, I'll fly. Should I not play my part, I were to blame, Since all my fortune's betted on her game. [Aside. Madam, has Octavio the other key Belonging to the tablets?
Por. Yes, yes; I pray, make haste. [Exit Flora.
Cam. Cousin, pray, call for Mirabel, and let her Divert us with a song.
Can Luciamira so mistake, To persuade me to fly? 'Tis cruel-kind for my own sake To counsel me to die; Like those faint souls, who cheat themselves of breath, And die for fear of death.
Since love's the principle of life, And you the object lov'd, Let's, Luciamira, end this strife, I cease to be remov'd. We know not what they do are gone from hence, But here we love by sense.
If the Platonics, who would prove [Pg 224]Souls without bodies love, Had, with respect, well understood, The passions i' the blood, Th' had suffer'd bodies to have had their part And seated love i' the heart.
[Exeunt Mirabel and Floridor.
Por. What discord there's in music, when the heart, Untun'd by trouble, cannot bear a part!
Cam. In vain we seek content in outward things; 'Tis only from within where quiet springs. [Exeunt.
FOOTNOTES:
[39] In this list of characters three very unimportant personages,
Mirabel, Floridor, and a Page, are omitted.—Collier.
[40] This play, in the third edition from which it is here
printed, received some additions and improvements. The first
performance of it was at court; and on its appearance on the
stage at the Duke's Theatre it met with great applause, and
was acted thirteen nights successively. Echard, in the preface
to his translation of Terence, gives it this general character,
that it "is one of the pleasantest stories that ever
appeared upon our stage, and has as much variety of plots
and intrigues, without anything being precipitated, improper
or unnatural, as to the main action." In the year 1767, Mr
Hull made some alterations in it, with which it was acted at
Covent Garden Theatre about nine nights, under the title of
"The Perplexities." To the second edition were prefixed
complimentary verses by James Long, J. Evelyn, A. Cowley
Jasper Nedham, M.D., Lod. Carlile, Chr. Wase, William
Joyner, and one copy signed Melpomene. In Sir Wm.
Davenant's Works, p. 339, is a prologue written by him,
addressed to the Lord Chancellor, on the acting of this play
at the Inner Temple.
[41] Till now the measure was spoiled by the omission of the
word all. The four editions read the line as it now stands.
The play has been hitherto very carelessly printed, and a
few of the errors are pointed out in the notes.—Collier.
[But it must be added that even Mr Collier left the text and
(more particularly) the punctuation in so corrupt a state,
that many passages were unintelligible.]
"So when the Parthian turn'd his steed, And from the hostile camp withdrew, He backward sent the fatal reed, Secure of conquest as he flew."
—Poems, i. 40, edit. 1778.
[44] This speech is very much altered from the first and
second editions, where it stands that Don Henrique has
already married Porcia
"By proxy To one in Flanders."
—Collier.
[45] This word was omitted by Reed and Dodsley.—Collier.
[46] The author has not been very strict in the observance of
his metre in any part of the play, and in this respect the
changes he made in the third edition were sometimes injurious.
Thus in the two earlier copies this line, which would
have read very well if in had been substituted for during,
is given as follows—
"And what was done in this parenthesis."
It was a point gained, however, to get rid of the figure.—Collier.
[47] [I'll pledge you. See Nares, edit. 1859, p. 216.]
[52] This is hardly intelligible, as it stands here and in the
third edition. In the two earlier copies, Porcia says to
Flora on entering—
"If thou lov'st me, get him away quickly Before my brother come, and give him this.
[She gives Flora a letter."
—Collier. [There does not appear to be any obscurity here.
In a subsequent scene, Ernesto delivers the letter handed to
him by Flora from Camilla, whom he mistakes for Porcia.]
[53] [Of himself seems to be used here in the sense of by
himself, per se, standing alone.]
[54] The song, and its introduction, were new in the copy of
1671.—Collier.
Don A. I did not think it would have been so soon By an hour at least; but lovers ride apace. Why smile you, Sancho?
San. Faith, at the novelty of your amours, To fall in love with one you hardly saw, And marry one you never saw: 'tis pretty; But we poor mortals have another method.
Don A. Y' are very pleasant, friend; but is not this The market-place, behind the Jacobins?
San. Yes, sir.
Don A. 'Tis here I charg'd Ernesto to expect me.
San. Since you are here, sir, earlier than you thought, [Pg 225]Why might you not go shift you at the post-house, And be return'd before Ernesto come? Howe'er, 'tis better that he wait for you, Than you for him, in the open street.
Don A. 'Tis well thought on; come, let's go then. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Octavio and Diego.
Don O. Come, Diego, 'tis now time to quit our dens, And to begin our chase.
Diego. Of what, sir? bats or owls, now the sun's set? Call you this making of love? why, methinks, 'Tis more like making of war: marching all night In arms, as if we design'd to beat up The enemy's quarters.
Don O. Why, would not you venture as much for Flora?
Diego. No, in good faith, sir; I shall venture enough, If e'er I marry her: I'll run no hazard By my good-will beforehand.
Don O. That's from your fear, not prudence, Diego.
Diego. Sir, you may call it what you please; but I Dare boldly say, there lives not in the world A more valiant man than I, whilst danger Keeps its distance; but when saucily It presses on, then, I confess, 'tis true, I have a certain tenderness for life, Which checks my ardour, and inclines my prudence Timely to withdraw.
Don O. Your style is wondrous civil to yourself; How you soften that harsh word call'd cowardice. [Pg 226]But the danger is not always evident, When you are pleas'd, my friend, to run away.
Diego. It may be so, sir—not to vulgar eyes; But I have such a piercing sight, that I Discover perils out of others' ken; Which they, not seeing soon enough to shun, Are forc'd t' encounter; and then their struggling Is by th' unwary world taken for courage.
Don O. Who's truly valiant will be always so.
Diego. Who's wisely valiant will avoid the foe.
Don O. You have more light, Diego, I see, than heat; But I'll allow your wit and honesty To come to composition for your want Of courage.
Diego. I have courage enough for the profession To which my parents did design me.
Don O. Why, what was that?
Diego. An advocate. I could have acted choler In my client's sight, and, when his back was turn'd, Have hugg'd the lawyer of the adverse party; And, if I mistake not, they sell their breath Much dearer than you soldiers do your blood. 'Tis true, you get honour, a fine light food For delicate complexions; but I have Known some captains of plain stomachs starve upon't.
Don O. The varlet's i' the right. [Aside.] How came't about You were not of this thriving trade?
Diego. After I had spent seven years at Salamanca, My father, a rich merchant of this city, Was utterly undone by that damn'd Englishman, With whom we fright our children.
Don O. Who, Captain Drako? Was he a pirate? [Pg 227]
Diego. He had been so on this side of the line.
Don O. 'Tis strange that war and peace should have degrees Of latitude: one would have thought they should Have been the same all o'er the world. But what's this To my amours? I trifle away my time. Was ever lover's fate so rude as mine? Condemn'd to darkness, forc'd to hide my head, As well as love; and, to spite me the more, Fortune has contradictions reconcil'd: I am at once a pris'ner and exil'd.
Enter Don Antonio and Sancho.
Don A. Methinks Ernesto should not tarry long, If not already come. Sancho, how call you The street there just before us, where you see Yon gentleman with his cloak o'er his face? I have lost all my measures of this town.
Sancho. I am as much to seek as you, sir.
Don A. Let us go to him, Sancho, and inquire: He has a notable good mien: I ne'er Saw an air more like [to] Octavio's.
Don O. Unless my eyes do very much deceive me, That's Don Antonio; if it be he, Diego, There is no danger in his knowing us: He was my comrade when I first bore arms.
[Don Octavio lets fall his cloak from before his face.
Tis he.
Don A. You injure me, Octavio, to be so long A-knowing one who's so entirely yours. [They embrace.
Don O. Your presence in this place, noble Antonio, [Pg 228]Was so unexpected, I hardly durst Believe my eyes. When came you to this town?
Don A. I am just now arrived.
Don O. I joy to see you here, but should have thought It likelier to have heard of you at court, Pursuing there the recompenses due To your great merit.
Don A. That is no place for men of morality: I have been taught, Octavio, to deserve, But not to seek, reward, that does profane The dignity of virtue. If princes, For their own interests, will not advance Deserving subjects, they must raise themselves By a brave contempt of fortune.
Don O. Rig'rous virtue! which makes us to deserve, Yet suffer the neglect of those we serve.
Don A. Virtue to interest has no regard: Nor is it virtue, if w' expect reward.
Don A. If for their service kings our virtues press, Is no pay due to valour and success?
Don O. When we gave up our persons to their will, We gave with those our valour, fortune, skill.
Don O. But this condition tacitly was meant, Kings should adjust reward and punishment.
Don A. Kings are the only judges of deserts, And our tribunal's seated in their hearts.
Don O. But if they judge and act amiss, what then?
Don A. They must account to th' powers above, not men.[55] [Pg 229]
Don O. Then we must suffer?
Don A. Yes; if we reject Their power as too great, we must erect A greater to control them; and thus we, Instead of shrinking, swell the tyranny.
Don O. W' obey for fear, then?
Don A. True: 'tis only above, Where pow'r is justice, and obedience love.
Don O. I'm glad to find in you the seeds yet left Of steady virtue; may they bring forth fruit, Fit to illustrate and instruct the age. Let me once more embrace you: welcome, brave man,
[Embraces Don Antonio.
Both the delight and honour of your friends.
Don A. You will give me leave, sir, to distinguish Betwixt your judgment and civility.
Don O. He has not liv'd i' th' reach of public fame, Who is a stranger to your character. This is my house; be pleas'd, sir, to go in, And make it yours, though truly at present I am but in an ill condition To receive the honour of such a guest, Having, by an unlucky accident, Been forc'd of late to keep myself conceal'd.
Don A. I humbly thank you, sir, but cannot yet Receive your favour; for I must stay here, Expecting the return of one I sent Before me to my brother-in-law's. [Pg 230]
Don O. Have you a brother-in-law in Seville? You surprise me much.
Don A. It is most true, Octavio, I come hither A married man, as much as friends can make me.
Don O. Since it imports you not to miss your servant, Let us stay here without until he comes, And then go in and rest yourself awhile. But how go our affairs in Flanders?
Don A. I left our armies in a better state Than formerly.
Don O. And your governor, the Duke of Alva, I suppose, in great[er] reputation?
Don A. The honour of our country and the terror Of others: Fortune consulted Reason When she bestow'd such favours upon him.
Don O. And yet 'tis said, he loses ground at court.
Don A. 'Tis possible: under a jealous prince A great's as prejudicial as an evil fame.
Don O. They say he's cruel, even to barbarity.
Don A. 'Tis mercy, that which they call cruelty. In a civil war, in fertile provinces (And the sun sees not richer than are these), The soldier, especially the auxiliary, Whose trade it is to fight for salary, Is brib'd by gain the rebels' lives to spare, That mutual quarter may prolong the war; Till this slow fever has consum'd their force, And then they'll fall to our rival France, of course. War made in earnest maketh war to cease, And vigorous prosecution hastens peace.
Don O. Y' have made me comprehend his conduct: he's sure As great a politician as a soldier.
Don A. Loyalty's his centre, his circumf'rence, glory; And t' after ages he'll show great in story. [Pg 231]
Don O. And is our good friend, the Marquis d'Olivera, In high esteem?
Don A. The boast of [all] our army: h' has exceeded Hope, and made flattery impossible.
Don O. They say he did wonders at the siege of Mons.[56]
Don A. You mean, as I suppose, at the pursuit O' th' German army, led by the Prince of Orange? Indeed his courage and his conduct there Were very signal.
Don O. You'll much oblige me if, whilst you expect Your servant here, I might learn from yourself Some few particulars of your own actions; Fame speaks loudly of them, but not distinctly.
Don A. Fame, like water, bears up the lighter things, And lets the weighty sink. I do not use To speak in the first person; but if you needs Will have a story to fill up the time, I'll tell you an adventure of my own, Where you'll find love so intermix'd with arms, That, I am confident, 'twill raise your wonder, How, being prepossess'd with such a passion, I should, upon prudential motives only, Be engag'd, as now you find me, to marry [Pg 232]A lady whom I never saw.
Don O. The person and the subject, sir, both challenge My best attention.
Don A. [After a little pause.] The following evening to that glorious day, Wherein the Duke of Alva gain'd such fame Against the cautelous Nassau, some horse Were sent from the army under my command. To cover the Limbourg frontiers, much expos'd To th' enemy's inroads. My troops scarce lodg'd, I receiv'd intelligence that a party Of th' enemy, about two hundred horse, Were newly come t' a village three leagues off, Intending there to lodge. Immediately We sounded to horse, and march'd[57] to their surprise So lustily,[58] that by the break of day Their quarters were on fire.
Don O. You had been taught, sir, by your wise general, That diligence in execution is (Even above fortune) mistress of success.
Don A. They made but faint resistance: some were slain, Some perish'd in the fire, others escap'd, Giving the alarm in quarters more remote To their companions drown'd in sleep and wine Who, at the outcry and the noise of trumpets, Methinks I fancy starting from their beds, As pale and wan, as from their dormitories Those the last trump shall rouse: diff'ring in this, That those awake to live, but these to die. [Pg 233]
Don O. O, how unsafe it is to be secure!
Don A. Finding no more resistance, I made haste To a lofty structure which, as I conceiv'd, Was the likeliest quarter for their officer; Led thither by desire to rescue both— Him from the soldier's rage, that from the fire.
Don O. A care most worthy of a gallant leader.
Don A. But think, Octavio, how I was surpris'd When, entering a pavilion i' th' garden, I found a woman of a matchless form, Stretch'd all along upon the marble floor.
Don O.[59] I easily can divine how such a heart, As harbours in the brave Antonio's breast, May suffer at so sad a spectacle.
Don A. At the first sight I did believe her dead; Yet in that state so awful she appear'd, That I approach'd her with as much respect As if the soul had animated still That body which, though dead, scarce mortal seem'd. But as, the sun from our horizon gone, His beams do leave a tincture on the skies, Which shows it was not long since he withdrew: So in her lovely face there still appear'd Some scatter'd streaks of those vermilion beams, Which us'd t' irradiate that bright firmament. Thus did I find that distress'd miracle, Able to wound a heart as if alive, Uncapable to cure it as if dead.
Don O. I no more doubt your pity than your wonder. [Pg 234]
Don A. My admiration did suspend my aid, Till passion join'd to pity made me bold. I kneel'd, and took her in my arms, then bow'd Her body gently forward; at which instant A sigh stole from her. O the ravishing sound! Which being a symptom of remaining life Made me forget that 'twas a sign of grief. At length she faintly opens her bright eyes: So breaks the day, and so do all the creatures Rejoice, as I did, at the new-born light: But as the Indians, who adore the sun, Are scorch'd by's beam, ere half his race be run, So I, who did adore her rising eyes, Found myself wounded by those deities.
Don O. I am big with expectation; pray Deliver me.
Don A. From her fair hand a bloody poniard fell, Which she held fast during her trance, as if Sh' had only needed arms whilst she did sleep, And trusted to her eyes when she did wake. What I said to her, being a production Of mere ecstasy, I remember not. She made me no reply; yet I discern'd, In a serener air of her pale face, Some lines of satisfaction mix'd with fear.
Don O. Such looks in silence have an eloquence. But pray go on.
Don A. Rais'd from the ground, and to herself return'd, I stepp'd a fitting distance back, as well To gaze upon that lovely apparition, As to express respect; when at that instant The trumpets sound a charge; my soldiers cry, Where is our leader? Where's Antonio? My love awhile disputed with my honour, But that, being the longer-settled power, [Pg 235]O'ercame; I join'd my troops, left in reserve, As they were ready to receive a charge From divers squadrons of fresh horse who, being Quarter'd in neighbouring villages, had taken Hotly th' alarm, and came, though then too late, In succour of their friends. Honour and love Had so inflam'd my heart, that I advanc'd Beyond the rules of conduct, and receiv'd So many wounds, that I with faintness fell.
Don O. How can this story end?
Don A. My soldiers beat the enemy, and brought me off, Where surgeons quickly cur'd my outward wounds; But the remembrance of that heroine My inward hurts kept bleeding still afresh; Till, by the business of the war constrain'd T' attend my charge i' th' army, my despair Of ever seeing her again conspiring With the strong persuasions of Olivera, I was at length even forc'd to an engagement Of marriage with a lady of this city, Rich, noble, and, as they say, beautiful. And so you have me here, come to consummate Those nuptial rites to which my interest, And the importunity of trusty friends, O'errule my judgment, though against my heart.
Don O. A wonderful adventure! but pray, sir, May I not take the liberty to ask you, Who may this noble lady be, to whom The fates have destin'd so much happiness?
Don A. I have no reserves for you, Octavio, 'Tis the sister of——
Enter Ernesto, and Don Octavio retires hastily,
and covers his face with his cloak.
Don A. [Nodding to Octavio.] It is my servant, sir. [Pg 236]
Don O. Step to Antonio, Diego, and desire him To send him off. [Diego goes to Antonio and whispers.
Don A. I will immediately. Well, Ernesto, What good news? speak freely.
Ern. Sir, as you charg'd me, I told your brother-in-law I thought you hardly could be there this night. He kisses your hands, and bad me tell you, That he expects your coming with impatience. This letter's from Don Henrique, th' other's from Your beauteous bride, the most accomplish'd person I ever saw: my being of your train Gave me the privilege of a domestic, To see her in her chamber-dress without A veil, either to cover faults or hide Perfections.
Don A. Tell me truly, is she so very handsome?
Ern. Handsomer far, in my opinion, sir, Than all those Brussels beauties, which you call The finish'd pieces: but I say no more; Let your own eyes inform you; here's a key Of the apartment that's made ready for you; A lower quarter, very nobly furnish'd, That opens on St Vincent's Street.
Don A. Give it me, and go to the post-house, And take care that my things be brought from, thence.
[Exit Ernesto.
Octavio, will you go along with me, And be a witness of my first address?
Don O. Sir, you choose in me an ill companion Of lovers' interviews or nuptial joys: One whose misfortunes to such sad extremes Are heighten'd, that the very mentioning Of happy hours serves only to embitter The memory of my lost joys. [Pg 237]
Don A. So very deep a sense of your misfortunes Holds no proportion with Octavio's mind.
EnterFlora in haste.
Flo. Where's your master, Diego?
Diego. There's some ill towards, when this bird appears. [Aside. Do you not see him? y' have liv'd too long a maid.
Flo. Sir, I have something to say t' you in private, That requires haste.
Don O. What new accident brings you hither, Flora?
Flo. These tablets will inform you, sir. [Flora retires.
Diego. Will you not stay for an answer, damsel?
Flo. 'Tis a command, not a question, Diego.
Diego. Short and sweet, Flora.
Don O. Good Flora, stay a minute. I much fear It is some new misfortune.
Diego. Nay, sir, you may be sure 'tis some disaster, Else it would ne'er have come so easily, And so unsought for.
Don O. Will you allow me for a moment, sir, To step into my house, and read a letter? [Bowing to Antonio.
Don A. I'll wait upon you in, and stay your leisure.
[Exeunt all but Diego.
Diego. These little black books do more devils raise Than all the figures of the conjurors. This is some missive from the heroine: If it ends not in fighting, I'll be hang'd; [Pg 238]It is the method of their dear romances, And persons of their rank make love by book. Curse o'[60] th' inventor of that damn'd device Of painting words, and speaking to our eyes! Had I a hundred daughters, by this light, Not one of 'em should ever read or write.
Enter Flora, and seems to go away in haste.
Here she comes again. 'Twas a quick despatch. A word, Flora, or a kind glance at least; What, grown cruel?
Flo. Diego, nobody w' you?[61] This is no time for fooling, friend.
Diego. Nay, if you be so serious, fare you well. But, now I think on't better, I'll do th' honours Of our street, and bring you to the end on't.
Flo. I shall be well help'd up with such a squire. If some wandering knight should chance to assault you, To bear away your damsel, what would you do?
Diego. I'd use no other weapon but a torch: I'd put aside your veil, show him your face, That, I suppose, would guard us both.
Flo. Why, d' you think 'twould fright him, Diego?
Diego. O no, 'twould charm him, Flora.
Flo. Well, such as 'tis, I'll venture it without Engaging your known valour: [so,] good night. [Exit Flora.
Enter Don Octavio and Don Antonio.
Don O. What may this be? I swear I cannot guess; The warning's short; but she must be obeyed. [Pg 239]The hour draws near. I must go seek a friend, Her words seem to imply need of a second: 'Twere barbarous to engage Antonio, Newly arriv'd, and come on such an errand. [Aside. Noble Antonio, my confusion's great, [Addressing Antonio. To tell you thus abruptly I must leave you; Th' occasion's indispensable.
Don A. I must not quit you, sir, I know too well The laws of honour to desert you now: When I perceive my friend in such disorder, And[62] all the marks that he is call'd to danger, To leave him then——
Don O. It is a summons from a lady, sir, Whom I have lov'd with passion and success, To meet her in her garden presently. All is propitious on her part and mine; But she's so guarded by a tyrant brother, So naturally jealous, and so incens'd By a late accident which I shall tell you, That to assure you there would be no danger In this adventure, were (sir) to abuse you: But for that very reason I am bound Not to consent you should embark yourself In a business so directly opposite To the occasion which has brought you hither.
Don A. I like the omen: at my first arrival To have the honour to serve so brave a friend.
Don O. You from a life of perils hither come To find a nuptial-bed, not seek a tomb.
Don A. My friend engag'd, it never must be said Antonio left him so to go to bed. [Pg 240]
Don O. Y' are married, and expose what's not your own.
Don A. Wedded to honour, that must yield to none.
Don O. Honour makes me refuse your aid; we must As well to friends as to ourselves be just.
Don A. He ought not to pretend to friendship's name, Who reckons not himself and friend the same.
Don O. Friendship with justice must not disagree, That were to break the virtue's harmony.
Don A. Friendship is justice; for whene'er we give, We then receive: so 'tis commutative.
Don O. So great's your friendship, you your friend oppress: To make it juster, you must make it less.
Don A. Friendship can never err in the extent: Like Nile, when't overflows, 'tis most beneficent.
Don O. I find, Antonio, you will still subdue.
Don A. I owe my triumph to my cause, not you. Come, we lose time; your mistress must not stay.
Don O. Who's so accompani'd, needs not fear his way. [Exeunt.
FOOTNOTES:
[55] It may be mentioned here, that throughout the third
edition certain sententious passages, and moral and political
apothegms, are printed in italics. This ultra-loyal line, and
some others of the same kind so distinguished, were first
inserted in the copy of the play published two years before
the death of the author.—Collier.
[56] In the year 1572 the town of Mons, in Hainault, was
surprised by Count Lodowicke, who fortified himself in it,
intending to hold it against the power of Spain. It was soon
after invested by the Duke of Alva, and surrendered to him
after a long siege, notwithstanding the Prince of Orange,
who came before it with an army, with which he some time
harassed his enemy, but without effecting his principal
design.
[59] In the third edition, by an error, this speech is not distinguished
from Antonio's description, but it would evidently
belong to Octavio, even if, in the two earlier copies, the same
mistake had been committed.—Collier.
Cam. Nay, more than so; for 'tis already night. [Pg 241]
Flo. And, thanks to your stars, sufficiently dark.
Por.To the clouds you would say, Flora; for stars, In this occasion, would not much befriend us. Pray, cousin, when Octavio shall arrive, Do you and Flora watch above with care; For if my cruel brother should surprise us——
Cam. Let us alone to play the sentinels.
Flo. I'm confident he's abroad, and will not Suddenly return; for I heard him say He'd pass the evening at the corregidor's: And thence, you know, he seldom comes home early.
Enter Antonio, Octavio, and Diego, with their
cloaks over their faces, and their swords undrawn
in their hands.
Don A. Is it not something early for adventures Of this nature.
Don O. 'Tis the hour she appointed.
Don A. How dark 'tis grown o' th' sudden! there's not one Star appears in all the firmament.
Diego. So much the better; for when I must fight, I covet no spectators of my prowess. [Aside.
Don O. Stay you here, Antonio; I'll step before, and give the sign. When you hear the door open, then come on, and follow me in.
Enter at the other side of the stage Don Henrique
and Don Carlos.
Don H. The corregidor's is a sweet place.
Don C. The walks and fountains so entice me, I still Weary myself before I can retire. [Pg 242]
Don H. Indeed we have stay'd longer than we thought, And therefore let's go home the shorter way: The back-door of my garden's here at hand.
Don C. It will be better than to go about.
Por. Would he were come, I fear the rising moon Will give us little time.
[Above in the balcony. Octavio knocks upon the hilt of his sword.
I think I hear his usual knock. Who's there?
Don O. 'Tis I.
Por. I hope y' are not alone.
Don O. No; here's Diego with me, and a friend.
Por. 'Tis well. I'll open the door presently.
Don H. Come, we are now hard by the garden-gate.
Don O. Let's to the door; sure, she's there by this time. Be not afraid, Diego.
Diego. You had as good command me not to breathe.
Don O. Come on; what are you thinking on?
Diego. That I see company, or that my fear does.
Don O. Y' are i' th' right; let's, to avoid suspicion, Walk on at large till they are out of distance.
[The noise of a lock.
Don C. I think I heard your garden door open.
Don H. I think so too; ha! at this time of the night? Why, what a devil can this mean? 'Tis so.
Don A. They have open'd this door: 'tis time for me To follow; surely Octavio is gone in.
[Antonio goes towards the door.
Por. What stay you for? [Holding the door half open. [Pg 243]
Don H. What is't I hear? sure, 'tis Porcia's voice.
Por. What mean you to stand there? come in, I say.
Don H. Hell and furies! [He goes to draw his sword.
Don C. Be patient, sir, and you will make a clearer Discovery of your affront.
Por. You may come in securely, Octavio. [Setting open the door. I have set those will watch my brother's coming.
Don A. Madam, I am not Octavio.
Por. Not Octavio! who are you then, and who's That shadow there?
Don H. I can hold no longer. [Aside.] I'm thy destiny,
[Draws his sword.
Vile woman, and his mortal enemy.
Don A. Ha, my mortal enemy?
Don H. Yes, villain. Whoe'er them art, thou shalt pay This treachery with thy life.
Don A. Vain man! whoe'er thou art, know [that] the life Thou threaten'st is guarded by a trusty sword.
[Don Carlos draws, and they all enter the garden fighting.
Don H. Make fast the door. [To Don Carlos. Thou art some desperate villain hir'd to murder.
[Octavio and Diego come to the door.
Don A. Hir'd by friendship, and honour's my salary. [In the garden.
Don O. That's Antonio's voice within the garden:
[Runs to the door and finds it shut.
What, the door shut! my friend engaged, and I Excluded! cursed fate! this tree may help me To climb o'er; if not, I'll fly t' him. [He climbs up. [Pg 244]
Diego. You may do so; your sprightly love has wings, And's ever fledg'd;[63] 'tis moulting-time with mine: Yet I'll up too; the hazard's not in climbing.
[Diego climbs the tree.
Here I will sit, and out of danger's reach Expect the issue.
Scene changes to a garden, out of which they issue
fighting.
Don O. Courage, brave friend; you have Octavio by you.
Don A. So seconded, a coward would grow firm.
Don H. What, is there more of your crew? then 'tis time To call for help. Ho! Silvio, Geraldo, Pedro! come forth, and bring out torches with you.
Enter Silvio, with his sword drawn.
Sil. Here am I, sir, my camarades[64] will follow [They fight. As soon as they have lighted their torches.
Don A. How I despise these slaves, Octavio, Having you by me!
Diego. Their swords do clatter bravely in the dark. [In the tree.
Sil. I'm slain.
[Silvio falls. Don Henrique, stepping back,
falls over Silvio, and loses his sword, and
Carlos runs in to him.
Don H. No, I fell by chance; help me to find my sword.
Don O. What, do you give back? you do well to take breath, Whilst you have any left; 'twill not be long, Now that the rising moon lends us some light.
[The rising moon appears behind the scene. Porcia runs out to Octavio.
Por. O Octavio, let not this moment slip To free me from my cruel brother's fury, Or never hope to see me any more Amongst the living. [Octavio leads her away by the arm.
Don O. Ah, noble maid! he that is once possess'd Of such a treasure, and defends it not, Let him live wretched, and detested die. Where's my brave friend?
Don A. You have me by your side: lead off your mistress; I'll secure your retreat.
Diego. That, doubtless, is my master who, victorious,
[In the tree, pointing to those who are going off.
Is bravely marching off with his fair prize: I'll down and follow.
Don C. But whilst I was engag'd to succour you,
[Having helped up Don Henrique.
Our enemies, I fear, are got away: I heard the door open, and see none here: Although the night's much brighter than it was. I'll follow, and trace the villains, if I can, To their dens: meanwhile take care of your sister: And pray, till my return, be moderate. [Pg 246]
Don H. How! moderation in this case?—what, ho! Geraldo, Pedro! Ah, ye cursed rogues!
Enter Servants with torches.
Durst ye not show your heads till they were gone? Geraldo, light me in, whilst Pedro looks To his hurt companion. Ah, Porcia, Porcia!
[Exeunt Don Henrique and Geraldo: Pedro
carries out Silvio fainting with his hurts.
Scene changes to the city of Seville. Enter DonOctavio, Porcia, Don Antonio, and a little
after Diego, and after them Don Carlos.
Diego. Sure, that's Antonio bringing up the rear? Sir, th' are but just before; my master bears her
[Looking back to Don Carlos.
Most gallantly away: lose not sight of me.
Don C. This rogue takes me for one of his own crew; He will by his mistake help me to harbour 'em. [Exeunt.
Camilla and Flora appear in the balcony. Scene
changes to Don Henrique's house.
Cam. Was there ever such a disaster, Flora? Sure, th' are all dead, so great's the silence. Porcia! Porcia! Nobody answers.
Flo. Madam, let us go down into the garden.
Cam. Excuse me; that were to involve myself In this unlucky scandal. 'Tis possible, Affrighted with the scuffle, she's return'd [Pg 247]Into her quarter by the other door; Let's away thither. [They go down upon the stage.
Flo. O madam! I see a light, and Don Henrique
coming this way with his sword drawn; what shall
we do?
Cam. Peace; let us hide ourselves behind the door
[They go behind the door.
Till we discover his intentions.
Enter Don Henrique and Geraldo with a torch,
and Pedro with a light: Don Henrique and
Geraldo, their swords drawn.
Ped. Sir, I have search'd all the rooms of the house, And cannot find her.
Don H. Base, infamous woman! maybe, she's fled To the quarter order'd for Antonio.
Ped. That door is lock'd, and's servant has the key.
Don H. Ah, this cursed vagabond! thus to rob [He stamps. A brother of the fruits of all his care, And cast this stain on th' honour of our house! But if ever I get the fugitive Within my reach, I'll sacrifice her blood To the offended spirits of my ancestors.
Flo. Madam, d' you hear?
Cam. Yes, and tremble, Flora.
Don H. Call for her woman.
Ped. Flora! Flora!
Enter Flora.
Flo. My good angel guard me! What's your pleasure, sir? [Pg 248]
Don H. Where's your mistress, hussy?
Flo. She told me, sir, about half an hour since, She would go down into the garden. [Exit Flora.
Don H. My shame is certain. Ah! the sad condition Of us men of honour! how unequally Our crosses and our comforts mingled are! Our orphan sisters are no sooner grown Above the follies of their childish age (During which season custom does exact Our watchful caution over all their actions), But they are grafted on some stranger stock, Where they do change both their abodes and names Without the least reflection on their kindness, Who pain'd themselves to cultivate their youth; Or else remain to exercise our fears. O unjust heavens! why suffer you that they, Who to our joys of life such bubbles are, Should add such weight unto our griefs and care? Ah, Porcia, Porcia!.
Enter Don Carlos.
Don C. Don Henrique, if I am not much mistaken, I have in this short time made a great progress Towards your redress: I come from harbouring The villains who have done you this affront.
Cam. [behind.] It imports to be attentive now.
Don H. O, you revive me! May I but once enjoy The pleasure of my revenge, though the next Moment were the last period of my life, I should depart contented. Are the villains Within our reach? [Pg 249]
Don C. Be patient, sir, and I'll inform you fully. You were no sooner up, but I pursu'd Your flying enemies, hoping the night, Grown somewhat lighter, might help me to discover The place of their retreat. One of their party Who was behind the rest, mistaking me For one of his camerades, bad me come on, Saying his master was but just before; That he had borne his mistress bravely off, And put her champion brother out of combat.
Don H. Insolent rascal! [He stamps.
Don C. We had not pass'd above a street or two, Before he stopp'd, and at the second house Beyond the church, in Saint Iago's Street, He enter'd and desired me to follow him. I making a stand, he grew suspicious, And from my silence guessing his mistake, He slipp'd into the house, and lock'd the door. When I had well observ'd the street and house, I came with speed to give you this account.
Flo. O madam, this is Don Octavio's house: Without all doubt, they've carri'd Porcia thither.
[To Camilla behind the door.
Cam. Peace, Flora, and listen to the sequel.
Don H. Come, cousin, we lose time—Heigh! who waits there? I will besiege the house; if they refuse To render, I'll reduce that theatre Of my shame to ashes, and make their fort Both theirs and its own sepulchre. There are Such charms in vengeance, that I do not wonder It is reserv'd for him who form'd the thunder.
Don C. Have patience, cousin, and consult your reason; [Pg 250]'Twill soon convince you how unpracticable And vain your proposition is t' attempt, At this time of night, a house so guarded In a well-govern'd city: that would prove Very like thunder, which the cloud destroys, Wherein 'twas form'd, producing only noise. What can the issue be, but to alarm The town, expose your person and your fortune To th' rigour of the law, publish your shame, And frustrate your revenge for ever?
Don H. What! would you have me tarry till these villains, Who have invaded my house, affronted My person, murder'd my servant, and robb'd Me of a sister, may evade my vengeance? [Spoken hastily.
Don C. No, fear not that; let me alone to find A certain way to hinder their escape. I'll instantly to the corregidor, And beg the assistance of his authority To secure these criminals for the present, That afterwards the law may punish them.
Don H. A fine proposal! Why, cousin, can you think That I'll submit a personal injury To th' tame decision of the formal law? And, having been affronted by the sword, To pray the aid of the long robe, and take An advocate for second? Reliev'd by law!
Don C. Since we all parties are in making laws, We must not judges be in our own cause: We hold it infamous to break our words, Yet cancel the great charter with our swords.
Don H. They by their insolence the laws invade.
Don C. But you by your revenge the laws degrade. [Pg 251]
Don H. Honour obliges me to take revenge.
Don C. Honour is justice, rightly understood: Your idol honour's only heat of blood.
Don H. Honour's opinion, which rules all the world.
Don C. Opinion, Henrique, only governs fools; Reason the wise and truly valiant rules.
Don H. Reason's opinion; for every one Stamps reason on his own opinion.
Don C. Then, by your argument, when people join In making laws, because they all opine, Laws are reasonable, and bind us all——
Don H. Curse on your sophistry, to treat a friend With figures, that's raging in a fever! You may as well pretend to teach a man To sing his part, that's stretch'd upon a rack. No, sir, I'll sooner lose this irksome life, Than e'er consent to publish my disgrace Before I have reveng'd it—to assist At the funeral of my own honour! [He stamps.
Don C. What a wild creature is a choleric man! [Aside. 'Tis far from my intent; all my design Is only how we may conceal your shame, Till we have got these villains in our power; Which can be brought about by no such means, As by demanding justice against those Who did assault your person, and have wounded Your servant—a very plausible pretence! Will this content you? Trust my conduct, cousin: Is not my interest the same with yours?
Don H. Well, since it must be so, I pray, make haste.
Don C. Doubt not my diligence; by this I'll prove Friendship has fire and wings, as well as love. [Pg 252]
Don H. If you could fly, you'd move with too much leisure; Ah, tedious minutes, which revenge does measure! [Exit Carlos.
Flo. Madam, y' have heard their mischievous design?
Cam. Yes, Flora, out of question Porcia's there, And, if they find her, she is lost for e'er.
Flo. I'll try to hinder it, though I were certain To perish in th' attempt. I'm confident The house at present is in such confusion, I may run thither without being miss'd.
Cam. 'Tis well thought on; in the interim, I'll retire To Porcia's chamber. [Exeunt from behind the door.
Enter Geraldo.
Ger. Sir, Don Antonio is just arriv'd.
Don H. Ha! what's that you say, sirrah?
Ger. That Don Antonio, sir, your brother-in-law, Is without, walking i' th' hall, and bad me Give you notice of it. Shall he come in?
Don H. Antonio arrived! O heavens, this circumstance Was only wanting to complete my shame! When he desires to see his wife, shall I Myself inform a person of his quality That she is run away? Where shall I find A heart, a tongue, a voice: or breath, or face, To utter this unparallel'd disgrace? [Spoken hastily. O this fantastic sense of honour! [Pg 253]At my own tribunal stand assoil'd,[66] Yet, fearing others' censure, am embroil'd.
Ger. What is your pleasure, sir? 'tis possible That Don Antonio may think it long.
Don. H. Wait on him in, but at the same time tell him You cannot find me. I will leave my house And the discovery of my shame to fate, And any censure rather undergo Than be the reporter of my own disgrace; Till first I have my honour's ransom paid In the vile blood of this perfidious maid. [Exit Henrique.
Enter Don Antonio and Ernesto.
Don A. My friend and his fair mistress safely lodg'd, And free from their adventure, 'tis now fit To mind my own engagement. But, Ernesto, What can the meaning be of this rude usage, In suffering me to stay without thus long Upon my first arrival? Come, let's go on Into the other rooms.
Ern. I swear, sir, I'm amazed at this great change. 'Tis not above two hours since I found here A numerous and well-order'd family, In all appearance. Now I see the pages Bolt out of the doors, then start back again Into their holes, like rabbits in a warren! [Pg 254]The maids lie peeping at the garret-windows, Like th' upper tier of ordnance in a ship; All looks disorder'd now; nor can I guess What may have caus'd so great an alteration. But there I see the servant you sent in.
Enter Geraldo.
Don A. Friend, where's your master?
Ger. I cannot tell, sir.
Don A. Where is his sister?
Ger. In truth, I know not, sir; we men-servants Have little to do in the ladies' quarters. [Exit Geraldo.
Don A. This looks but oddly. Are you sure, Ernesto, Y' have not misguided me to a wrong house?
Ern. If you are sure, sir, that we are awake, Then I am certain this is the same house, Wherein this afternoon I saw and spoke with Don Henrique and your bride: by the same token, There was a lady with her in a veil, And this very room is the antechamber To her apartment.
Don A. I should be finely serv'd if, after all This negotiation and a tedious journey, My pains and patience should be cast away On some such wither'd sybil for a wife, As her own brother is asham'd to show me.
Ern. You'll soon be freed from that fear, sir.
[Ernesto goes toward the door.
Don A. How so?
Ern. Because I see her in the inner room, Lying along upon her couch, and reading. Her face is turn'd the other way; but yet Her shape and clothes assure me 'tis the same.
Don A. If thou be'st sure 'tis she, I'll venture in Without her brother's presence t' introduce me.
Ern. She's coming this way, sir.
Enter Camilla reading.
Cam. Y' have reason, Dido, and 'tis well remark'd—
[She shuts her book; and after a little pause—
The woman who suffers herself to love Ought likewise to prepare herself to suffer. There was great power in your charms, Æneas, T' enthral a lady's heart at first approach, And make such early and such deep impressions, That nothing but her death could e'er deface. Alas, poor Dido!—
Don A. O heavens! what's that I see?—or do I dream?
[Antonio, seeing her, starts, then stands as if amazed.
Sure, I am asleep, and 'tis a vision Of her who's always present to my thoughts; Who (fearing my revolt) does now appear To prove and to confirm my constancy. When first I saw that miracle, she seem'd An apparition; here it must be one. What fit of frenzy's this?
Ern. Sir, 'tis Porcia: A lovely, living woman, and your bride.
Don A. The blessing is too mighty for my faith.
Ern. Faith! Ne'er trouble your faith in this occasion; Approach her boldly, sir, and trust your sense.
Don A. As when we dream of some transporting pleasure, And (finding that we dream) we fear to wake, [Pg 256]Lest sense should rob us of our fancy's treasure, And our delightful vision from us take, Bless'd apparition, so it fares with me. That very angel now once more appears, To whose divinity long since I rais'd An altar in my heart, where I have offer'd The constant sacrifice of sighs and vows. My eyes are open, yet I dare not trust 'em! Bliss above faith must pass for an illusion. If such it be, O, let me sleep for ever, Happily deceiv'd? But, celestial maid, If this thy glorious presence real be, O, let one word of pity raise my soul From visionary bliss, and make me die With real joy instead of ecstasy. Speak, speak, my destiny; for the same breath May warm my heart, or cool it into death.
Ern. 'Slife! he's in one of his old fits again— Why, what d' you mean, sir? 'tis Porcia herself.
Cam. I am that maid, who to your virtue owes Her honour then and her disquiet since; Yet in my pain I cannot but be pleas'd To find a passion, censur'd in our sex, Justifi'd by so great an obligation. 'Tis true I blush, yet I must own the fire, To which both love and gratitude conspire.
Don A. Incomparable creature! can it be That, having suffer'd all which mighty love Did e'er inflict, I now should be repaid With as full joys as love could ever give? Fortune, to make my happiness complete, Has join'd her power, and made me find a bride In a lost mistress: but with this allay— Of leaving me no means my faith to prove, Since chance anticipates the pains of love.
Cam. The servant's error has misled the master, He takes me too for Porcia. Bless'd mistake! [Pg 257]Assist me now, artful dissimulation. [Aside. But how can that consist with so much passion? 'Tis possible, the sense of my distress'd Condition might dispose a noble heart To take impressions then, which afterwards Time and your second thoughts may have defac'd; But can a constant passion be produc'd From those ideas pity introduc'd? Let your tongue speak your heart; for, should y' abuse me, I shall in time discover the deceit: You may paint fire, Antonio, but not heat.
Don A. Madam!
Cam. Hold. Be not too scrupulous, Antonio; Let me believe it, though it be not true; For the chief happiness poor maids receive Is when themselves they happily deceive.
Don A. If, since those conquering eyes I first beheld, You have not reign'd unrivall'd in my heart, May you despise me now you are my own; Which is to me all curses summ'd in one. But may your servant, madam, take the boldness To ask if you have ever thought of him?
Cam. A love, so founded in a grateful heart, Has need of no remembrancer, Antonio; You know yourself too well: those of your trade Have skill to hold as well as to invade.
Don A. Fortune has lifted me to such a height Of happiness, that it may turn my brain When I look down upon the world. What have I now to wish but moderation To temper and to fix my joys?
Cam. I yield as little t' you, noble Antonio, In happiness as affection; but still Porcia must do as may become your bride, And sister to Don Henrique, in whose absence [Pg 258]A longer conference must be excused: Therefore I take the freedom to withdraw. Should I have stay'd until Don Henrique came, His presence would have marr'd my whole design.
[Aside. Exit Camilla.
Don A. Where beauty, virtue, and discretion join, 'Tis heaven, methinks, to find that treasure mine!
Enter Don Henrique.
Don H. Sure, Don Antonio, having long ere this Found out th' infamous flight of my vile sister, Will be retir'd to meditate revenge Upon us both. Ah, curse! he is there still. [He sees him. I'll slip away. But it is now too late; He has perceiv'd me.
Don A. How, Don Henrique! avoid your friend that's come So long a journey t' embrace you, and cast Himself at the feet of your fair sister?
Don H. Noble Antonio, you may well imagine The trouble I am in, that you should find My house in such disorder, so unfit To receive th' honour of so brave a guest.
Don A. 'Tis true, Don Henrique, I am much surpris'd With what I find: I little did expect Your sister Porcia should have been——
Don H. O heavens! I'm lost, he has discover'd all. [Aside. 'Tis not, Antonio, in a brother's power To make a sister of a better paste Than heav'n has made her. [Pg 259]
Don A. In your case 'specially; for without doubt Heaven never made a more accomplish'd creature.
Don H. What means the man? [Aside.
Don A. I come just now from entertaining her, Whose wit and beauty so excel all those Of her fair sex whom I have ever known, That my description of her would appear Rather detraction than a just report Of her perfections.
Don H. Certainly he mocks me: he never could Have chosen a worse sufferer of scorn; But I will yet contain myself awhile, To see how far he'll drive it. [Aside.] Say you, sir, That you have seen and entertain'd my sister?
Don A. Yes, Don Henrique; and with such full contentment, So rais'd above expression, that I think The pains and care of all my former life Rewarded with excess in the delight Of those few minutes of her conversation. Tis true that satisfaction was abridg'd By her well-weigh'd severity to give me A greater pleasure in the contemplation Of her discreet observance of the rules Of decency, not suffering me, though now Her husband, any longer to enjoy So great a happiness, you not being by.
Don H. I am confounded; but I must dissemble My astonishment till I can unfold The mystery. [Aside.] She might have spared that caution: But I suppose you'll easily forgive An error on the better side. [Pg 260]
Don A. Sir, I have seen so much of her perfection In that short visit, I shall sooner doubt Our definitions in morality Than once suppose her capable of error.
Don H. This exposition makes it more obscure, I must get him away. [Aside.] Sir, is't not time To wait on you to your chamber? It's late, And I believe [that] you have need of rest.
Don A. I should accept your offer, sir, with thanks, If I were not oblig'd, as late as 'tis, To see a friend before I go to bed.
Don H. I'll bear you company, if you'll give me leave.
Don A. I humbly thank you, sir, but can't consent To give you so much trouble; I'll return Within an hour at farthest.
Don H. Whene'er you please; y' are wholly master here.
Don A. I never saw a man so discompos'd, Whate'er the matter is. [Aside. Ernesto, I must make a step to see A friend near-hand; bid Sancho follow me, And stay you in my chamber till I come.
[Exeunt Antonio and Ernesto.
Don H. Your servant, sir. [Don Henrique waits on him to the door.] This sudden sally hence At this time of the night, newly arriv'd From a long journey, and not to suffer me To wait upon him, does embroil me more. But now I will not long be in suspense; I'll to my sister's chamber.
Enter Don Carlos, as Don Henrique is going
into Porcia's chamber.
Don C. Ho! Don Henrique! come away, all's prepar'd. [Pg 261]Our kinsman the corregidor is ready With a strong band of serjeants, and stays for you.
Don H. Speak softly, Don Antonio is arriv'd, And some of his may overhear us.
Don C. That's very unlucky; but does he know Your sister's missing?
Don H. I think not yet.
Don C. Come, let's away; we have no time to lose.
Don H. Pray, stay awhile. I labour with a doubt Will burst me, if not clear'd before I go.
Don C. What, cousin, will you lose an opportunity Never to be recover'd? Are you mad? Will you permit the villains to escape, And laugh at us for ever? Come away. [He pulls him.
Don H. Well, I must go, and let him make it out; The worst estate of human life is doubt. [Exeunt.
[65] [This is printed by Mr Collier, Wat are you hurt?]
[66] Absolved, discharged. Fr. absoudre. Lat. absolvere.—Junius.
See likewise note to Lodge's "Wounds of Civil War"
[vii. 169].—Collier.
"Then had the Monkes aucthoritie to preache, baptyse,
and assoyle from synne, which they never had afore."—Bale's
"Acts of English Votaries," fol. 35, edit. 1550.
See also "World of Wonders," 1607, part i. p. 32.—Gilchrist.
Enter Don Octavio angrily, pushing Diego, and
Porcia following.
Don O. Villain, thou hast undone us! cursed villain! Where was thy soul I had fear quite banish'd it, And left thee not one grain of common sense?
Por. Was there ever so fatal an accident?
Don O. Why, traitor, didst thou not let me know it As soon as we were come into the house? [Pg 262]
Diego. What would y' have done, if you had known it then?
Don O. I would have sallied out and kill'd the rogue, In whose pow'r thou hast put it to destroy us. Can it be doubted but that long ere this He has acquainted Henrique where we are, From whose black rage we must immediately Expect t' encounter all the worst extremes Of malice, seconded by seeming justice? For the unfortunate are still i' th' wrong. Curse on all cowards! better far be serv'd By fools and knaves: they make less dangerous faults.
Diego. Am I in fault because I'm not a cat? How could I tell i' th' dark whether that rascal Were a knight-errant or a recreant knight? I thought him one of us, and true to love. Were it not for such accidents as these, That mock man's forecast, sure, the Destinies Had ne'er been plac'd amongst the deities.
Don O. Peace, cowardly slave! having thus play'd the rogue, Are you grown sententious? Did I not fear To stain my sword with such base blood, I'd let Thy soul out with it at a thousand wounds.
Diego. Why, then, a thousand thanks to my base blood For saving my good flesh. [Aside.
Don O. Pardon, my dearest mistress, this excess Of passion in your presence.
Por. What shall we do, Octavio? if we stay here, We are undone for ever: my brother Will be instantly upon us. Alas! My own life I value not, Octavio, When yours, my better life, such hazard runs; [Pg 263]But, O my honour! O my innocence! Expos'd to scandal: there's my deepest sense.
Don O. Though the complexion of your brother's malice Resemble hell, it is not black enough To cast a stain upon your virgin innocence. Sure, two such diff'rent branches ne'er did spring From the same stock. To me't seems very strange, Our middle natures, form'd of flesh and blood, Should have such depths of ill, such heights of good, An angel sister and a devil brother!
Por. He's my brother, and I know no defence For injur'd innocence but innocence. Fly, fly, Octavio! leave me to my fate.
Don O. Your kindness, generous maid, confutes itself. To save my life, you counsel me to fly, Which is at once to bid me live and die.
Por. What then, for heaven's sake, d' you resolve to do?
Don O. I must resolve, and suddenly, but what, I swear, I know not: there have been such turns In my misfortunes, they have made me giddy.
Por. You must determine; time wastes, Octavio.
Don O. Madam, if I should lead you through the streets, And chance to meet the officers of justice, I not daring to avow my person, For that unlucky accident you know of, You might, I fear, by that means be in danger: We must not venture't. Run, rascal, and fetch A chair immediately.
Diego. A pretty errand at this time o' th' night! These chairmen are exceedingly well-natur'd; Th' are likely to obey a servant's orders After nine of [the] clock! [Exit Diego.
Don O. Ye pow'rs above, why do ye lay so great [Pg 264]A weight on human nature, and bestow Such an unequal force to bear our loads? After a long pursuit, through all those stories, Which hell-bred malice or the pow'r of fate Could ever raise t' oppress a noble love, To be at length possess'd of a rich mine, Where nature seem'd to have lodged all her treasure, And in an instant have it ravish'd from me, Is too rude a trial for my patience To sustain: I cannot bear it.
Por. My sense of this misfortune equals yours; But yet I must conjure you to submit To the decrees of those who rule above: Such resignation may incline their justice Th' impending mischief to divert; besides, In human things there's such vicissitude, Where hope should end we hardly can conclude.
Don O. Weak hope the parent is of anxious care, And more tormenting far than fix'd despair: This makes us turn to new expedients, That languish 'twixt desire and diffidence.
Por. Fortune will blush for shame when she shall find Her best-aim'd darts can never touch your mind.
Don O. Ah, Porcia! though my mind be far above The reach of fate, 'tis level unto love. Urge it no more: I'll die a thousand deaths, Ere I'll consent to part with you. [Strikes his breast.
Por. I shall be always yours; for though we're forc'd To separate, yet we are not divorc'd.
Don O. Whilst our souls act by organs of the sense, 'Twixt death and parting there's no difference. [Pg 265]
Por. Consult your reason, then you will comply, Making a virtue of necessity.
Don O. Ah, lovely maid! 'twas not allowed to Jove To hold at once his reason and his love.
Enter Diego.
Diego. The chair is come, sir, just as I expected.
Don O. Where is it?
Diego. Even where it was: they are deeply engag'd A las Pintas,[67] and will not leave their game, They swear, for all the dons in Seville.
Don O. A curse upon these rogues! I'll make 'em come, Or make their hearts ache. [Don Octavio runs out.
Diego. Madam, though I was never yet unkind To my own person, I am so much troubled At the disquiet my mistake has brought you, That, could I do't conveniently, i' faith, I would even cudgel myself.
To rest, without returning to inquire Of yours and of my noble friend's condition, And once more to offer you my service.
Por. I take the boldness, in Octavio's absence, To return his with my most humble thanks, For your late generous assistance of us, And for this new addition to our debt.
Don A. Though I have not th' honour to be known t' you, The service of your sex in their distresses Is the first vow of those of our profession; And my constant friendship for Octavio Is of so old a date, that all occasions, By which I may express the fervour of it, Are most welcome to me.
Enter Flora in great haste.
Flo. O madam, I am cut of breath with running.
Por. What accident, Flora, brings you hither?
Flo. A sad one, madam, and requiring haste, To give you timely notice on't. Don Carlos, Assisted by the light o' th' rising moon, And by a mistake of some of your train, Has trac'd you to this house, and in my hearing Inform'd your brother of the place and manner Of your retreat: who is now coming hither Accompanied with the corregidor, To seize on whomsoever shall be found Within these walls, upon pretence of murder.
Por. O cruel accident!
Flo. Madam, make haste: get out of the backdoor, Or you will certainly be met with. [Pg 267]
Por. How vile a creature am I now become! For, though in my own innocence secure, To the censorious world who, like false glasses, Mingling their own irregular figures, Misreflect the object, I shall appear Some sinful woman, sold to infamy.
Don A. Your own clear mind's the glass, which to yourself Reflects yourself; and, trust me, madam, W' are only happy then, when all our joys Flow from ourselves, not from the people's voice.
Flo. Madam, they'll instantly be here.
Por. O, that Octavio should just now be absent! But to expect till he return were madness.
Don A. Y' have reason, madam; and, if you dare trust Your person to the conduct of a stranger, Upon my honour, lady, I'll secure you, Or perish in th' attempt.
Por. Generous sir, how shall a wretched maid, Abandon'd by her fate to the pursuit Of an inhuman brother, e'er be able Either to merit or requite your favours?
Don A. I am th' oblig'd, if rightly understood, Being o'erpaid by th' joy of doing good.
Por. Sir, I resign myself to your protection With equal gratitude and confidence.
Don A. Come, madam, we must lose no time— Diego, find out your master presently, And tell him that, the danger not allowing Our stay till his return, I shall convey His mistress safely to a nunnery.
Por. And, Flora, stay you here to bring me word What he resolves to do in this our desperate Condition. [Exit Diego.
Don A. But stay—I swear I'd like to have committed
[Going out, returns.
A foul mistake: the monastery gates Will not be open'd at this time o' th' night Without a strict inquiry into the cause; Besides, 'tis possible that, once lodg'd there, She may be out of my friend's pow'r or mine Ever to get her thence, if it be known. It must not be. I have thought better on't.
[He pauses, and thinks.
I will convey you to my brother-in-law's, A person of such quality and honour, As may protect and serve you with his credit: And there my wife may have the happiness T' accompany you, and pay the offices, Due to your virtue and distress'd condition: And, going to a house that's so much mine, Make account, madam, 'tis to your own home. Sancho, stay you here to attend Octavio, [Turning to Sancho. And guide him the next way to my apartment: Here is the key, I shall have little use on't, Having Ernesto waiting for me there. One word more, Sancho: let Octavio know 'Tis my advice, that he come in a chair. He by that means may possibly escape Examination, if he should be met with.
Por. Flora, I pray, do you continue here, And if by any accident Octavio Should be hinder'd from coming after us, Observe his motions well, and where he fixes; Then return home, and I shall find some way Of sending to you to inform myself.
Flo. I shall not fail t' observe your orders, madam.
Por. Ah, cruel brother! ah, my dear Octavio! How am I tortur'd betwixt love and hate!
Don A. W' had better suffer than deserve our fate.
[Exit Don Antonio and Porcia.
San. 'Tis no small compliment my master makes Your lady and her gallant, at this time O' th' night to quit his brother-in-law's, and leave So fair a bride as Porcia all alone.
Flo. What, is his mistress's name Porcia too?
San. Yes; and if she has as fair a handmaid As yourself, I shall soon forget my damsels In the Low Countries.
Flo. If your Low-Country damsels resemble us, You would not be put to't to forget first. But I believe that you are safe enough: I have not heard such praises of their wit, But that we may suppose they have good memories.
Enter Diego.
Diego. Is not my master yet return'd?
Flo. No.
Diego. Well, now have we an honourable cause To wear the beadle's livery: faith, Flora, If your tender sex had not been privileg'd From this harsh discipline, how prettily Would the beadle's crimson lace show upon Your white back!
Flo. 'Twon't do so well as on a darker ground: 'Twill suit much better with your tawny hide.
San. I pray, camerade, is it the mode in Seville To be whipp'd for company?
Diego. O sir, a well-bred soldier will ne'er refuse [Pg 270]Such a civility to an old friend; This is a new way of being a second, To show your passive courage.
San. We soldiers do not use to show our backs.
Diego. Not to your enemies; but, sir, the beadle Will prove your friend; for, your blood being heated With riding post, the breathing of a vein Is very requisite.
San. Would t' heaven that I were i' the camp again: There we are never stripp'd till we are dead.
Enter Don Octavio, and the Chairmen appear at the door.
Don O. Be sure you stir not thence, till I return.
[To the Chairmen.
Sirrah, where's Porcia?
Diego. She's fled away i' th' dark with a young man Of your acquaintance.
Don O. Rascal, leave your fooling.
Diego. There's none i' th' case, sir: 'tis the wisest thing She ever did; had she stay'd your return, She would have fallen into those very clutches In which you will immediately be gripp'd, Unless you make more haste. Flora is come With all the speed she could, to let you know Th' are coming with the justice, to lay hold Of all within this house; pray be quick, sir, And save yourself. She's safe in a nunnery, Conducted thither by Antonio.
Don O. Peace, screech-owl! fire consume that tongue of thine! [Pg 271]What say'st thou, villain! in a nunnery? Porcia in a nunnery? O heavens! nothing But this was wanting to make me desperate. What hope's there left ever to get her thence, After such accidents as these made public? Ah, Flora, is it true that my dear Porcia Is gone into a nunnery?
Flo. Once, sir, 'twas so resolv'd, and Diego sent To give you notice on't; but afterwards, He being gone, they chang'd their resolutions. There's one can tell you more. [Pointing to Sancho.
San. My master bad me stay, to let you know He has convey'd her to his own apartment In his brother-in-law's house, a person So eminent in quality and credit, That the imagining him in her and your Protection, sir, may much avail ye both: Besides, she'll have the satisfaction there Of being treated by my master's bride. There he'll expect you, and advises you To come in a chair, to avoid questioning, In case of any encounter.
Don O. I'll take his counsel: he's a generous friend. Come, chairmen, away; pray, friend, do you guide us. [To Sancho.
Diego. Up with your burden, beasts, and fall forthwith To your half-trot.
[Exeunt. The chair is carried over the stage;
Diego, Sancho, and Flora follow.
A noise within. Follow, follow, follow! Enter
Don Carlos, the Corregidor, and Sergeants,
pursuing Sancho, Flora, and Diego.
Diego. This is one of Don Cupid's pretty jests: [Pg 272]W' are struck upon a shelf before we could Put out to sea.
Don C. You find, sir, my conjecture's not ill-grounded.
[To the Corregidore.
Cor. What are you, sirrah?
Diego. A living creature, very like a man: Only I want a heart.
Cor. Y' are pleasant, sir; pray heaven your mirth continue. Who is that woman with the veil?
Diego. Let her answer for herself, sh' has a tongue; Set it but once agoing, and she'll tell All that she knows, and more.
Cor. Make her uncover her face.
[One of the Sergeants goes to lift up her veil.
Don C. Hold, friend. Cousin, if it should be Porcia,
[Turning to the Corregidore.
It were not fit to expose her here.
Cor. 'Tis very well consider'd. Go you to her. And speak to her in private. [Don Carlos goes towards Flora.
Flo. 'Tis I, sir, Flora who, being commanded By my lady——
Don C. Speak softly, prythee, Flora, 'tis enough; I understand the rest, and pity her: Bid her sit still i' th' chair, I'll do my best To save her from dishonour.
Flo. He thinks 'tis Porcia there; a good mistake; It may secure Octavio from the hands Of this rude rabble. [Aside. They take you for my mistress, sir; sit still,
[To Don Octavio in the chair.
I'll follow the chair, and watch all occasions To further your escape. [Pg 273]
Don C. We have found our wand'ring nymph, sir.
Cor. Was it Porcia?
Don C. No, sir, 'twas her waiting-woman, Flora,
following the chair, wherein they were conveying
her lady to some other place.
Cor. We arriv'd luckily: had we but stay'd a
moment longer, they had all been fled.
Ser. Will you have us see, sir, who's i' th' chair?
Cor. Forbear, fellow! Her own folly is punishment enough [To Don Carlos. T' a woman of her quality, without Our adding that of public shame.
Don C. 'Twas happily thought on, when you oblig'd Don Henrique to expect us at your house; For had he come and found his sister here, 'T had been impossible to have restrain'd His passion from some great extravagance.
Cor. I could not think it fit to let him come; For one of such a spirit would ne'er brook The sight of these had done him these affronts And's better that a business of this nature, Especially 'twixt persons of such quality, Should be compos'd, if it were possible, By th' mediation of some chosen friends, Than brought t' a public trial of the law; Or, which is worse, some barbarous revenge.
Don C. This fellow, if I am not much[68] mistaken,
Diego. Diego, disarm'd by any other hand Than by his own? Know, friend, it is a weapon Of such dire execution, that I dare not Give it up but to the hands of justice.
[The Corregidor receives the sword, and gives
it to the hands of his Sergeants.
Pray call for't, sir, as soon as you come home, And hang't up in your hall, then underwrite, This is bold Diego's sword. O, may it be Ever from rust, as 'tis from slaughter, free!
Cor. Thou art a fellow of a pleasant humour.
Diego. Faith, sir, I never pain myself for love, Or fame, or riches; nor do I pretend To that great subtlety of sense, to feel Before I'm hurt; and for the most part I keep myself out of harm's way.
Don C. The definition of a philosopher!
Cor. Come, leave your fooling, sirrah. Where's your master?
Diego. The only way to leave my fooling, sir, Is to leave my master; for, without doubt, Whoever has but the least grain of wit Would never serve a lover militant: He had better wait upon a mountebank, And be run through the body twice a week To recommend his balsam.
Cor. This fellow is an original.
Diego. But of so ill a hand, I am not worth The hanging up, sir, in my master's room, Amongst the worst of your collection.
Enter Sergeants, with two Footmen and two Maid-servants.
Ser. An't please your worship, we have search'd the house From the cellars to the garrets, and these Are all the living cattle we can find.
Cor. Friends, take a special care of that same varlet And the waiting-woman: we'll find a way To make them tell the truth, I warrant you.
Flo. O Diego! must we be prisoners together?
Diego. Why, that's not so bad as the bands of wedlock, Flora.
Cor. Come, let's away; but whither to convey her? To her own house certainly were not fit, Because of her incensed brother.
Don C. If you approve on't, cousin, I'll carry her To mine; for since we seek (if possible) To compose the business, she will be there With much more decency and satisfaction, Being in a kinsman's house, and where she'll have My sister to accompany her.
Cor. This business cannot be in better hands Than yours; and there I'll leave it, and bid you Good night.
Don C. Your servant, cousin; I wish you well at home. You may be pleas'd to take your sergeants with you;
[As the Corregidor goes out—
There are without two servants of Don Henrique's, They'll be enough to guard our prisoners, And with less notice.
Don C. Well, ye may go about your business, friends.
[To the Footmen and Maids.
I am glad we did not find Octavio here; For, though I might justly pretend ignorance, I would not have him suffer, though by chance. [Exeunt Servants.
San. Well, I am now sufficiently instructed, And, since there is no notice ta'en of me, I'll fairly steal away, and give my master An account of this misfortune. [Exit Sancho.
Don C. Take up the chair, and follow me.
[They take up the chair.
Diego. A lovely dame they bear: 'tis true, she's something Hairy about the chin, but that, they say, 's A sign of strength. It tickles me to think How like an ass he'll look when, op'ning the shell, His worship finds within so rough a kernel. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to Don Antonio's apartment in DonHenrique's house. Enter Don Antonio and
Porcia.
Don A. Madam, banish your fear: you are now safe Within these walls: be pleas'd to remain here Till I shall bring some lights, and acquaint Porcia With th' honour she'll receive in entertaining So fair a guest.
Por. Who is't you say you will advertise, sir?
Don A. My wife Porcia. Have but a little patience, And she'll attend you, madam. [Exit Antonio.
Por. Is her name Porcia too? Pray heaven send her [Pg 277]A better fate than her distress'd name's-sake. But whither am I brought? What house is this? What with my fears and darkness of the night, I have lost all my measures: I can't guess What quarter of the town it is w' are in; For, to avoid the meeting with my brother And his revengeful train, we have been forc'd To make so many turnings, I am giddy. But, thanks to providence, I have this comfort, That now I'm in a place out of his reach.
Enter Don Antonio with two lights, and sets them
on the table.
Don A. Madam, my wife will suddenly attend you; Pardon, I pray, my absence for a moment. [Exit Antonio.
Por. Now I begin to hope my sighs and tears Have in some measure with just heaven prevail'd At length to free me. But what do I see!
[Looking about her, she starts.
Am I awake, or is it an illusion? Bless me, is not this my brother's house? this, The quarter joining to my own apartment? There is no room for doubt; and my misfortunes Are always certain and without redress. Unerring powers, arbiters of fate, Teach me my crimes, and how to expiate Your wrath! Alas! I know not what I have done To merit this continued persecution! But how came I here I brought by Octavio's friend, One on whose virtue I did so rely, That I my brother's malice durst defy. Can he betray me? sure, I'm in a dream. But if Octavio—O vile suspicion! [Pg 278]Octavio false?—No, truth and he are one. 'Tis possible his friend may guilty be, But to what end so base a treachery? And if perfidious, how could he be his friend? I am confounded with the various forms Of my misfortunes, heighten'd still the more, The less I can their hidden cause explore. This only's evident, that I must fly Immediately this fatal place. But why Struggle I thus with fate, since, go or stay, Death seems alike to wait me every way. [She weeps.
Enter Don Antonio and Camilla.
Cam. I wonder much what lady this can be Antonio mentions. [Aside.
Don A. Pardon, I beseech you, madam, the liberty Which I so early take; but I presume Such is your generous tenderness to those Whose spiteful fortunes, not their fault, has brought Into distress, that you will think yourself Oblig'd to him who gives you the occasion T' exercise those virtues, which only visit Others, but reside with you. This fair lady— But she will best relate her own sad story, Whilst I seek out Don Henrique, and engage him T' employ his power and int'rest for her service.
[Exit Don Antonio. Upon Camilla's approach
Porcia takes the handkerchief from
her eyes.
Cam. Ha! what is that I see? Stay, stay, Antonio,
[She runs after Antonio.
It is not fit Don Henrique—but he's gone, And we are lost for ever! [Pg 279]
Por. O heavens! is this Antonio, the same man, To whom I am betroth'd? then my destruction Is inevitable.
Cam. Are you an apparition, or are you Porcia herself? speak; that when y' have said it thrice, I may not yet believe you.
Por. You well may doubt even what you see, Camilla, Since my disasters are so new and strange, They sever truth from credibility.
Cam. How is it possible you should be here?
Por. I know not how: only of this I'm sure, I have not long to expect the dismal end Of my sad tragedy; since 'tis evident, The person that hath led me to this place, This fatal place, is the abus'd Antonio, Who has conspir'd with my unnatural brother To take away my wretched life, and chose This scene as fittest for their cruelty. And thus, strange fate! (through ignorance betray'd) I have sought protection from the same party Whom I have injur'd, and have made my husband The only confidant of his own affront: Who, to accomplish his too just revenge, As well upon my family as person, Gives me up to be murder'd by my brother; So, whilst I'm branded as a faithless bride, He'll be detested as a parricide.
Cam. Prodigious accident! but wert thou blind, Not to know thine own house, unhappy Porcia?
Por. Alas! how could I, in so dark a night, In such confusion, and so full of fear? Besides, he brought me in by the back-way, Through his own quarter, where was neither light, Nor any creature of the family. [Pg 280]
Cam. Although I cannot comprehend the steps Of this your strange adventure, yet, dear cousin, Your case, as I conceive, is not so desperate.
Por. We easily persuade ourselves to hope The things we wish. But, cousin, my condition Will not admit self-flattery, and what Can you propose to temper my despair?
Cam. Don't you remember, how this afternoon Antonio's man, finding me in your quarter Without a veil, you having put on mine, That he applied himself to me, and I, By your command, assum'd your person?
Por. Yes, very well.
Cam. The master since has, by the man's mistake, Been happily led into the same error: I have not disabus'd him yet, in hopes It might produce advantage to us both.
Por. O, he has spoken with my brother since, Who (sure) has undeceiv'd him long e'er this. No, without doubt, they, having found themselves Affronted both, have both conspir'd my death.
Cam. How, cousin, can that be, if Don Antonio Has engag'd himself in your protection, And is Octavio's friend?
Por. Cousin, if you impartially reflect On the affront which I have done Antonio, You will not wonder much if he recede From the scarce-trodden path of rigid honour To meet with his revenge, and to that end Proceeds thus cautelously, still pretending He knows not me, that he may disavow, Both to Octavio and to all the world, Th' infamy of betraying a poor maid To loss of life and honour.
Cam. Misfortunes make you rave: this vile suspicion [Pg 281]Is inconsistent with Antonio's fame. You may as well believe that nature will Reverse the order of the whole creation, As that Antonio, a man whose soul Is of so strong and perfect a complexion, Should e'er descend to such a slavish sin. [Spoken with heat. And if we had the leisure, I could give you Such reasons to convince you of your error, That you would both acknowledge and repent it.
Por. Alas! I had forgot her near concernments For Antonio. [Aside.] Pardon and pity me, Camilla; My mind is so distracted by afflictions, I know not what I should, or should not, fear.
Cam. I pity thee with all my heart. But, cousin, If Antonio, not knowing you nor your Relations, should chance to find your brother, And tell him unawares all that has pass'd, And that h' has brought the distress'd party hither, He'll presently imagine it is you, And then, I fear, 'twill be impossible (Though he should interpose with all his power) To stop the torrent, or divert his rage From breaking in, and executing on us That horrid parricide which, though too late, It may be he himself would execrate.
Por. There's too much ground for what you fear, Camilla; But if I could secure myself this night, 'Tis very possible that to-morrow We might engage Antonio and your brother To find out some expedient to relieve me.
Cam. Were you only in pain for your security This night, I know an easy remedy For that. [Pg 282]
Por. Which way, my dearest?
Cam. Why, what does hinder us from making use On this occasion of the secret door, By which, you know, you have so often pass'd Into your house upon more pleasing errands? By this we shall obtain these benefits— [A] safety from your brother's present fury, And time to try if Carlos and Antonio May be engag'd to mediate in this business; And I have cause to think you will not find Antonio so implacable as you Imagine.
Por. I conceive you, cousin. Fool that I was, To think a heart once conquer'd by your eyes Should e'er become another virgin's prize!
Enter Don Antonio.
Don A. So late! a guest in's house, that's come so far On such a business, and not yet come home! There's something in't I cannot comprehend. [Aside. Madam, I han't as yet found out your brother, But (sure) 'twill not be long ere he return; Then I'll acquaint him with the accident Has made his house this lady's sanctuary.
Por. Here is a glimpse of comfort, for I see He takes my cousin for Don Henrique's sister. [Aside. O bless'd mistake, so luckily continu'd!
Cam. I am by his permission mistress here; And since that I am pleas'd, sir, 'tis enough, Without our troubling him with the account Of her sad story.
Don A. True, madam, as to her reception here; [Pg 283]But yet 'twere very fit he knew it too, That we might serve ourselves of his advice And credit for this lady's service.
Enter Don Henrique.
Don H. Though I did promise the corregidor Not to stir from his house till his return, Yet I could not obtain it of myself; [Aside. I'm so impatient to unfold the riddle Of Don Antonio's seeing of my sister, And entertaining her in her own lodgings. I shall not now be long i' th' dark. O heavens! [He sees her. 'Tis she herself, and Camilla with her. Were all my servants mad, or all agreed T' abuse me in affirming she was fled? But Don Carlos, was he mad too to swear That he had trac'd her to another house? Certainly I or they must be possess'd, Or some enchantment reigns within these walls.
Don A. O, here comes Don Henrique: now I'll acquaint him With your sad story, madam.
Cam. I fear we are undone.
Don A. Don Henrique!
Por. I'm dead if he proceed, but how to hinder him——
Don A. Here's a lady with your sister Porcia——
Don H. Yes, sir, I see who 'tis.
Don A. Since you know her, sir, you will the easier Excuse my boldness.
Don H. Boldness! in what, sir?
Don A. To have been th' occasion of your finding her Here with your sister at this time o' th' night. [Pg 284]
Don H. Lord, sir, what do you mean?
Don A. There was in truth such a necessity in it, That 'twill, I hope, excuse my humble suit to you In her's and my behalf.
Por. Now all comes out.
Don H. I understand you, sir; she does desire To pass this night with Porcia, to assist her In th' ordering of her nuptial ceremonies. Let her stay, a' God's name.
Por. If he does not dissemble, my condition Is not so desperate as I imagin'd. [Aside.
Don A. I hope you'll pardon this great liberty: So early a confidence will need it, sir.
Don H. 'Tis more than enough that you desire it; Th' occasion, too, does justify her stay.
Don A. 'Tis most true, sir, th' occasion did enforce me Thus boldly to presume upon your friendship.
Don H. Ha' done, for heaven's sake: is it a novelty, Think you, for Porcia and her cousin-german To pass a night together?
Don A. Is she so near a kinswoman of his? Strange inadvertence in her not to tell me Her relation to him when I nam'd him first. I'd made fine work on't, had I told him all. [Aside.
Don H. She knows I owe her many a good turn Upon Octavio's score, and hope ere long To be able to repay her to the full.
[Looking on the ladies, and spoken aside, that
Antonio might not hear him.
Por. Can he declare his mind in plainer terms? [Pg 285]
Cam. I cannot tell which of us two he means: These words may be applied to either of us; But I begin to fear that he knows all.
Don H. Since 'tis so late, pray give the ladies leave To retire to their chambers. Go in, sister.
Don A. My brother's words and his behaviour Imply some mystery; but I must be silent Till I discover more. [Aside.
Por. Let us be gone; w' are lost if we stay here. I'm confident he counterfeits this calm To cover his revenge, until Antonio And the rest of the house are gone to bed.
Cam. But we shall ne'er be able to get out, Whilst they continue in the outward rooms.
Por. Yes, by the garden door; but I'm afraid 'Tis shut.
Cam. No, now I think on't, Flora went that way, And left it open.
Por. Come, let's be gone: I hope heaven will ordain Ease by that door which first let in my pain.
[Exeunt Porcia and Camilla.
Don A. I'll only make a step, sir, to my chamber, And then return to you immediately.
Don H. Pray, sir, give me leave to wait on you.
Don A. I humbly thank you, sir; I know the way, And shall not stay above a moment from you.
Don H. What you please, sir; you command here.
Don A. I'll now go see whether my servant Sancho Has brought Octavio to my lodgings, As I directed him. [Exit Don Antonio. [Pg 286]
Don H. Heavens! was there ever so strange a mystery! Don Carlos, he affirm'd that those we fought with Had convey'd Porcia away; and when I come To seek her in the house, I find her missing: To second this, her waiting-woman Flora Tells me that she went down, about that time, Into the garden: Antonio, not long after, Affirms that he both saw and entertain'd her In her own apartment, where I now find her, And Camilla with her. What can this be? These, sure, are riddles to pose an Œdipus; But if, by my own sense, I am assur'd My honour safe, which was so much in doubt, What matter is it how 'tis brought about?
Enter Diego, Flora, and Pedro, accompanying the
chair, groping as in the dark.
Ped. Dame Flora and Signior Diego, go in there;
and you, my friends, set down the chair, and let
the lady out; go, there's money for you. I'll go
fetch a candle.
[Diego and Flora go in, and the chair being
set in the door, Octavio goes out into the
room: Pedro claps to the door, and goes
away.
Diego. Here am I, sir, and Mistress Flora too, Unless my sense of feeling fails me.
Don O. I can't conjecture where we are. I durst not So much as peep out of the chair since Flora Gave me the warning; but, where'er I am, 'Tis better far than in the sergeants' hands.
Flo. Though now i' th' dark, I know well where we are. I have too often walk'd the streets, Octavio, From your house hither, upon Cupid's errands, Not to know the back-door of Carlos his Apartment: 'tis there, I'm sure, w' are now.
Don O. Curse on thee, Flora! hadst thou lost thy wits, Not to let me know it sooner?
Diego. A gipsy told me by my palm, long since, A sour-fac'd damsel should be my undoing.
Flo. Suspend awhile your apprehensions, sir; You may escape before the candles come. The door was wont to open on this side; If not, I have another way in store. [Octavio goes to the door.
Don O. Flora, I cannot make the lock go back.
[Pedro unlocks it on the other side, and coming
in with a candle, meets with Octavio, and
starting back and stumbling, lets the candle
fall, then running out again, double-locks
the door.
Diego. Nay then, i' faith, w' are fast: I heard him give The key a double turn. [Diego takes up the candle. Here's a fair trial for your maiden breath! Flora, blow't in again; let's owe your mouth More light than yet your eyes could e'er impart. [Pg 288]
Flo. Light's cast away on such an owl as you; But yet I'll try. [Flora blows the candle in.
Diego. Thanks, gentle Flora, to your virgin puff; 'Tis a strong breath that can o'ercome a snuff. [Aside. But I had rather't had been let alone: If I must needs be kill'd, unless it were Behind my back, I'd have it i' th' dark; For I hate to be kill'd in my own presence.
Don O. What must we do, Flora I all my hope's in you.
Flo. W' have yet some room for hope. There's a back-stairs Beyond that inner chamber, which goes down Into the garden: if the door be open, As certainly it is, the way is easy.
Don O. Come, let's lose no time. Prythee, guide us, Flora. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to Don Henrique's house. Enter
Don Henrique.
Don H. As well pleas'd as I am to find my honour Less desperate than I thought, I cannot rest Till I have drawn from Porcia a confession Of the whole truth before she goes to bed. She's in her chamber now, unless by new Enchantments carried thence.
As he is going towards Porcia's chamber, enter
Don Carlos in haste.
Don O. I can't imagine what should make Don Henrique Quit the corregidor's till we return'd: One of his servants tells me he's come home. [Pg 289]O, here he is, Now shall I raise a storm Which (if we do not take a special care) Will scarce b' allay'd without a shower of blood; Yet I must venture't, since it so imports Our friendship and the honour of our house. [Aside. Happiness is such a stranger to mankind
[Addressing to Don Henrique.
That, like to forc'd motion, it is ever strongest At the first setting out; then languishing With time, grows weary of our company: But to misfortunes we so subject are, That, like to natural motion, they acquire More force in their progression.
Don H. What means this philosophical preamble?
Don C. You'll know too soon, I fear.
Don H. Don Carlos, I am so well recover'd From all m' inquietudes, that for the future I dare defy the malice of my stars To cause a new relapse into distemper.
Don C. Cousin, I'm much surpris'd with this great change: But since y' are such a master of your passions, I'll spare my ethics, and proceed to give you In short the narrative of our success. Our worthy kinsman the corregidor, Forward to serve you in th' affair I mention'd, Was pleas'd to go along with me in person With a strong band of sergeants to the place Where I, attended by your servants, led him. Cousin, 'twas there;—it wounds my heart to speak it, And I conjure you summon all your patience— 'Twas there I found——
Don H. Whom, cousin, did you find? for since I'm sure [Pg 290]You found no Porcia there, my concernments In your discoveries are not very likely To discompose me.
Don C. I would to heaven we had not found her there!
Don H. What's that you say, Don Carlos? My sister there?
Don C. Yes, sir, your sister.
Don H. My sister? that's good, i' faith; ha, ha, ha!
Don C. Why do you laugh! Is the dishonour of Our family becoming a laughing matter? This is a worse extreme, methinks, than t'other.
Don H. How can I choose but laugh, to see you dream? Awake, for heaven's sake, and recall your senses. Porcia there, said you?
Don C. Yes, sir, Porcia, I say; your sister Porcia; And, which is more, 'twas in Octavio's house.
Don H. Why, sure, y' are not in earnest, cousin?
Don C. As sure as y' are alive, I found her there.
Don H. Then you transport me, sir, beyond all patience. Why, cousin, if she has been still at home, Antonio seen and entertain'd her here, Accompani'd by Camilla; if even now I left them there within, is't possible You should have found her in Octavio's house? To be here and there too at the same time! None, sure, but Janus with his double face Can e'er unfold this mystery.
Don C. Let me advise you, abuse not yourself; I tell you positive'y, I found her there: [Pg 291]And, by the same token, her waiting-woman Flora was there attending her.
Don H. Flora! Dear cousin, do not still persist Thus to affirm impossibilities.
Don C. Sure, you are making some experiment Upon my temper, and would fain provoke My patience to some such high disorder, That I should ne'er hereafter have the face, When you are in your fits, to play the stoic.
Don H. Cousin, I swear to you upon my honour, 'Tis not above a quarter of an hour Since I did speak with Porcia and your sister In that very apartment, and am now Returning to them in my sister's chamber.
Don C. And, sir, I swear to you upon my honour, 'Tis not above a quarter of an hour, Since I left Porcia carrying in a chair From Don Octavio's house, and your man Pedro Leading the chairmen to mine, and follow'd By Flora; whilst I came to find you out, To acquaint you with this unpleasing news, But fit for you to know as soon as might be.
Don H. This question, cousin, may be soon decided: Pray, come along, her chamber's not far off.
Don C. And my house but the next door; let's go thither.
Don H. You'll quickly find your error, cousin.
Don C. And you'll as soon be undeceiv'd. But stay: Here comes your servant, whom I left to guard her: He'll instantly convince you of the truth.
Ped. Give me my albricias,[69] sir; I bring you The rarest news: your enemy Octavio— I'm quite out of breath——
Don H. What does the varlet mean?
Ped. Sir, I suppose Don Carlos has inform'd you That he left me to see your sister Porcia, With Flora and Diego, Oetavio's man, Safely convey'd t' his house.
Don C. See now, Don Henrique: who was i' the right!
Ped. I did as he commanded me, and put them All three into Don Carlos's antechamber, Porcia in the same chair which brought her thither, And for more safety, double-lock'd the door, Whilst I went down in haste to fetch some candles.
Don H. As sure as death, this madness is infectious; My man is now in one of Carlos's fits.
Ped. Returning with some lights a moment after, I no sooner open'd the door, but, heavens! Who should I see there, standing just before me, In the selfsame place where I had left Porcia, But Octavio, your enemy Octavio.
Don H. Here is some witchcraft, sure. What can this mean?
Ped. Amaz'd at this sight, I let the candle fall, And clapp'd the door to; then double-lock'd it, And brought away the key.
Don C. But how could he get in, if you be sure You lock'd the door when you went out for lights? [Pg 293]
Ped. I know not whether he was there before, Or got in after; but of this I'm sure, That there I have him now, and safe enough.
Don H. Let's not, Don Carlos, now perplex ourselves With needless circumstances, when and how; Those queries are too phlegmatic for me: If the beast be i' th' toil, it is enough; Let us go seize him, for he must die.
Enter Don Antonio.
Don A. Pray, brother, what unhappy man is he Whom you so positively doom to death? I have a sword to serve you on all occasions Worthy of you and me.
Don H. His intervening, Carlos, is unlucky. How shall we behave ourselves towards him In this business, so unfit for his knowledge?
Don C. Cousin, you should consider with yourself
[Carlos draws Henrique aside.
What answer to return him: he's not a man To be put off with any slight pretences; Nor yet to be engag'd in such an action As bears th' appearance rather of brutality Than true honour. You know Antonio needs No fresh occasions to support his name. Who danger seek, are indigent of fame.
Don H. I beg your patience, sir, but for one word With this gentleman my friend.
[Don Henrique addresses himself to DonAntonio.
Don A. I'll attend your leisure. I find my coming has disorder'd 'em, [Aside. There's something they would fain conceal from me: All here is discompos'd, whate'er's the matter. [Pg 294]
Don H. I am a rogue, if I know what to do.
Don C. Since the event's so dangerous and doubtful, 'Tis best, in my opinion, sir, to temporise.
Don H. How easily men get the name of wise! To fear t' engage, is call'd to temporise: Sure, fear and courage cannot be the same, Yet th' are confounded by a specious name; And I must tamely suffer, because fools Are rul'd by nice distinctions of the schools. How I hate such cold complexions! [He stamps.
Don C. Why so transported? as if vehemence Were for your passion an approv'd defence.
Don H. Who condemns passions, Nature he arraigns.
Don C. Th' are useful succours, when they serve in chains: But he who throws the bridle on their necks, From a good cause will produce ill effects.
Don H. Be th' effects what they will, I am resolv'd. I doubt not of your kind concurrence, sir,
[Addressing to Don Antonio.
In all the near concernments of a person Allied to you as I am; but, noble brother, It were against the laws of hospitality And civil breeding to engage a guest (Newly arriv'd after so long a journey) In an occasion where there may be danger.
Don A. If such be the occasion, I must then Acquaint you freely, that I wear a sword, Which must not be excluded from your service. I'm sure you are too noble to employ yours In any cause not justifi'd by honour.
Don H. Though with regret, I see, sir, I must yield To your excess of generosity, [Pg 295]This only I shall say to satisfy Your just reflections, that my resentments Are grounded on affronts of such a nature That, as nothing but the offender's life Can e'er repair 'em, so, as to the forms Of taking my revenge, they can't admit Of the least scruple.
Don A. Honour's my standard, and 'tis true that I Had rather fall, than blush for victory; But you are such a judge of honour's laws, That 'twere injurious to suspect your cause. Allow me, sir, th' honour to lead the way.
[Exeunt Don Antonio and Don Henrique.
Don C. If Porcia be there too (as I believe) 'Twill prove, I fear, a fatal tragedy; But should she not be there, yet 'tis too much For such a heart as mine, through ignorance To have betray'd a gentleman, though faulty, Into such cruel hands. I must go with them; But so resolv'd as, in this bloody strife, I'll salve my honour, or I'll lose my life. [Exit.
Scene changes to Don Carlos's house. Enter
Don Octavio, Diego, and Flora with a candle.
Flo. O th' unluckiness! I vow t' you, sir, I have scarce known that door e'er lock'd before.
Don O. There's no remedy, Flora: I am now At the mercy of my enemies.
Diego. Having broken into another's ground, 'Tis just, i' faith, you should be put i' th' pound.
Don O. The tide of my ill fate is swoll'n so high, 'Twill not admit increase of misery; Since, amongst all the curses, there is none So wounds the spirit as privation: [Pg 296]For 'tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; The loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell. When I had sail'd the doubtful course of love, Had safely gain'd my port, and (far above My hopes) the precious treasure had secured For which so many storms I had endur'd: To be so soon from this great blessing torn, That's hard to say, if 'twere first dead or born, May doubtless seem such a transcendent curse, That even the Fates themselves could do no worse: Yet this I bore with an erected face. Since fortune, not my fault, caus'd my disgrace; But now my eyes unto the earth are bent, Conscious of meriting this punishment: For trusting a fond maid's officious care, My life and honour's taken in this snare; And thus I perish on this unseen shelf, Pursu'd by fate, and false unto myself. Flora, when I am dead, I pray present [He pulls out his tablets. These tablets to your lady; there she'll find My last request, with reasons which I give, That for my sake she would vouchsafe to live. Give me the candle, Flora.
[Octavio sets the candle on a table, and sits
down to write in his tablets.
Diego. A double curse upon all love in earnest, All constant love: 'tis still accompanied With strange disasters, or else ends in that Which is the worst of all disasters—marriage.
Flo. Sure, you could wish that everybody living Had such a soul of quicksilver as yours, That can fix nowhere.
Diego. Why' 'twould not be the worse for you, dear Flora; You then might hope in time to have your turn, As well as those who have much better faces. [Pg 297]
Flo. You, I presume, sir, would be one o' th' latest, Which I should hear of; yet 'tis possible That one might see you before you should be Welcome.
Diego. She has wit and good-humour, excellent Ingredients to pass away the time; And I have kindness for her person too; But that will end with marriage, and possibly Her good-humour; for I have seldom known The husband and the wife make any music, Though when asunder they can play their parts. Well, friend Diego, I advise you to look Before you leap, for if you should be coupled To a yoke, instead of a yoke-fellow, 'Tis likely you may wear it to your grave. Yet, honest Diego, now I think on't better, Your dancing and your vaulting days are done: Faith, all your pleasures are three storeys high, They are come up to your mouth; you are now For ease and eating, the only joys of life; And there's no cook, no dry-nurse, like a wife.
Don O. Here, take my tablets, Flora: sure, they'll spare Thy life for thy sex's sake; but for poor Diego——
Diego. Why, sir, they'll never offer to kill me? There's nothing in the world I hate like death.
Don O. Since death's the passage to eternity, To be for ever happy we must die.
Diego. 'Tis very true; but most that die would live, If to themselves they could new leases give.
Don O. We must possess our souls with such indifference, As not to wish nor fear to part from hence.
Diego. The first I may pretend to, for I swear I do not wish to part: 'tis true, I fear. [Pg 298]
Don O. Fear! why, death's only cruel when she flies, And will not deign to close the weeping eyes.
Diego. That is a cruelty I can forgive, For I confess I'm not afraid to live.
Don O. We shall still live, though 'tis by others' breath— By our good fame, which is secur'd by death.
Diego. But we shall catch such colds, sir, under ground, That we shall never hear Fame's trumpet sound.
Don O. 'Tis but returning, when from hence we go, As rivers to their mother-ocean flow.
Diego. We know our names and channels whilst w' are here; W' are swallow'd in that dark abyss when there.
Don O. Engulf'd in endless joys and perfect rest, Unchangeable, i' th' centre of the bless'd.
Diego. Hark, I hear a noise—
[The noise of the opening of a door. Diego
runs to the door, looks into the next room, then
comes running to Octavio.
Diego. O sir, w' are lost! I sea two female giants Coming most terribly upon us.
Don O. Away, you fearful fool——
Enter Camilla and Porcia, the one with a key, the
other with a candle.
Por. I'm confident nobody saw us pass From th' other house.
Cam. However, let us go through my brother's quarter, And open the back-door into the street; 'Tis good in all events t' have a retreat More ways than one. [A door claps behind, and both look back. [Pg 299]
Por. O heavens, our passage is cut off! The wind has shut the door through which we came.
Cam. The accident's unlucky: 'tis a spring lock, That opens only on the other side.
Por. Let's on the faster, and make sure of th' other—
[Seeing Octavio, she starts.
Octavio here! [Octavio hearing them, starts up.
Don O. Porcia in this place! may I trust my senses, Or does my fancy form these chimeras?
Diego. Either we sleep, and dream extravagantly, Or else the fairies govern in this house.
[Flora runs to Porcia.
Flo. Ah, dearest mistress! you shall never make me Quit you so again.
Por. But can that be Octavio?
Don O. I was Octavio; but I am at present So much astonish'd, I am not myself.
Cam. What can the meaning of this vision be?
[Don Octavio approaches Porcia.
Don O. My dearest Porcia, how is't possible To find you in this place, my friend Antonio Having so generously undertaken Your protection?
Por. Did he not yours so too? and yet I find Octavio here, where he is more expos'd Than I to certain ruin. I am loth To say 'tis he who has betray'd us both.
Don O. Antonio false? It is impossible.
Diego. 'Tis but too evident.
Don O. Peace, slave! he is my noble friend, of noble blood, Whose fame's above the level of those tongues That bark by custom at the brightest virtues, As dogs do at the moon. [Pg 300]
Por. How hard it is for virtue to suspect! Ah, Octavio! we have been both deceiv'd. This vile Antonio is the very man To whom my brother without my consent Or knowledge has contracted me in Flanders.
Don O. Antonio the man to whom you are contracted? Porcia the bride whom he is come to marry?
Por. The very same.
Don O. Why did you not acquaint me with it sooner?
Por. Alas! I have not seen you since I knew it; But those few hours such wonders have produc'd As exceed all belief, and ask more time Than your unsafe condition in this place Will allow me to make you comprehend it.
Cam. Cousin, I cannot blame your apprehensions, Nor your suspicion of Antonio's friendship; But I am so possess'd with the opinion Of his virtue, I shall as soon believe Impossibilities as his apostasy From honour.
Don O. What's her concernment in Antonio, Porcia?
Por. O, that's the strangest part of our sad story, And which requires most time to let you know it
[A blaze of light appears at the window, and a noise without.
See, Flora, at the window, what's that light And noise we hear. [Flora goes to the window.
Flo. O madam, we are all undone! I see Henrique, Carlos, and their servants, with torches All coming hither; and, which is wonderful, Antonio leading them with his sword drawn.
Cam. Thou dream'st, distracted wench? Antonio false? [Pg 301]It is impossible——
[Camilla runs to the window, and turning
back, says—
All she has said is in appearance true. There is some hidden mystery, which thus Abuses us; for I shall ne'er believe Antonio can transgress the rules of friendship.
Don O. Friendship's a specious name, made to deceive Those whose good-nature tempts them to believe: The traffic of good offices 'mongst friends Moves from ourselves, and in ourselves it ends: When competition brings us to the test, Then we find friendship is self-interest.
Por. Ye pow'rs above! what pleasure can ye take To persecute submitting innocence?
Don O. Retire, dear Porcia, to that inner room: For should thy cruel brother find thee here, He's so revolted from humanity, He'll mingle thine with my impurer blood.
Por. That were a kind of contract. Let him come, We'll meet at once marriage and martyrdom.
Don O. Soul of my life, retire.
Por. I will not leave you.
Don O. Thou preserv'st me by saving of thyself: For they can murder only half of me, Whilst that my better part survives in thee.
Por. I will die too, Octavio, to maintain That different causes form the same effects: 'Tis courage in you men, love in our sex.
Don O. Though souls no sexes have, when w' are above, If we can know each other, we may love.
Por. I'll meet you there above: here take my word.
[Don Octavio takes her hand and kisses it.
This Porcia knows the way of joining souls, [Pg 302]As well as th' other, when she swallow'd coals.
[They retire to the other room, Porcia leaning
on Camilla, and Octavio waits on them
to the door.
Diego. Nay, if y' are good at that, the devil take The hindmost. 'Tis for your sake, fair Flora,
[Taking Flora by the hand.
I shun these honourable occasions. Having no weapon, sir, 'tis fit that I March off with the baggage.
[Turning to Don Octavio. Exeunt Diego
and Flora.
Don O. I'm now upon the frontiers of this life, There's but one step to immortality; And, since my cruel fortune has allow'd me No other witness of my tragic end But a false friend and barbarous enemy, I'll leave my genius to inform the world My life and death was uniform: as I Liv'd firm to love and honour, so I die. [Draws his sword. Look down, ye spirits above; for if there be A sight on earth worthy of you to see, 'Tis a brave man, pursu'd by unjust hate, Bravely contending with his adverse fate. [Waving his sword. Stay till this heaven-born soul puts off her earth, And she'll attend ye to her place of birth.
Enter Don Antonio, Don Henrique, Don Carlos,
and Pedro, their swords drawn; DonAntonio before the rest.
Don A. Where is the man whose insolence and folly Has so misled him to affront my friend? [Pg 303]
Don O. Here is the man thou seek'st, and he whom thou So basely hast betray'd.
Don A. O heavens! what is't I see? It is Octavio, My friend.
Don O. Not thy friend, Antonio, but 'tis Octavio, Who by thy perfidy has been betray'd To this forlorn condition; but, vile man, Thou now shalt pay thy treachery with thy life.
[Don Octavio makes at Don Antonio.
Don A. Hold, Octavio! though thy injurious error May transport thee, it shall not me, beyond The bounds of honour. Heaven knows I thought Of nothing less than what I find—Octavio In this place.
Don H. What pause is this, Antonio? All your fervour In the concernments of a brother-in-law Reduc'd to a tame parley with our enemy? Do all the promises you have made to me, T' assist my just revenge, conclude in this?
Don O. Do all the promises you have made to me, T' assist my virtuous love, conclude in this?
Don H. Where is your wonted bravery? Where your kindness to such a near ally?
Don O. Where is your former honour? where your firmness To such an ancient friend?
Don A. What course shall my distracted honour steer, Betwixt these equal opposite engagements? [Aside. [Pg 304]
Don H. What, demur still? nay, then I'll right myself.
[Don Henrique makes at Don Octavio; DonAntonio turns on Don Octavio's side.
Don A. Who attacks Octavio must pass through me.
Don C. I must lay hold on this occasion. [Aside. Good cousin, I conjure you to restrain Your passion for awhile. There lies conceal'd Some mystery in this which, once unfolded, May reconcile this difference.
Don H. Sweetly propos'd, sir; an accommodation! Think'st thou my anger's like a fire of straw, Only to blaze and then expire in smoke? Think'st thou I can forget my name and nation, And barter for revenge, when honour bleeds? His life must pay this insolence, or mine.
[He makes at Don Octavio again; Don Antonio interposes.
Don A. Mine must protect his, or else perish with him.
Don H. Since neither faith nor friendship can prevail, 'Tis time to try what proof you are, Antonio, Against your own near interest. Know that the man, Whom you protect against my just revenge, Has seconded his insolence to me By foul attempts upon my sister's honour, Your Porcia's, sir. If this will not inflame you——
[Don Antonio turns from Don Octavio and beholds him with a stern countenance.
Don O. How! I attempt your sister's honour, Henrique?
[Don Antonio turns and looks sternly upon Don Henrique.
The parent of your black designs, the devil, Did ne'er invent a more malicious falsehood; 'Tis true that I have serv'd the virtuous Porcia With such devotion and such spotless love, That, though unworthy, yet she has been pleas'd To recompense my passion with esteem;
[Don Antonio turns and looks sternly upon
Don Octavio.
By which she has so chain'd me to her service, That here I vow either to live her prize, Or else in death to fall love's sacrifice.
Don A. O heavens! what's that I hear? Thou blessed angel, Guardian of my honour, I now implore Thy powerful assistance, to preserve That reputation which I hitherto By virtuous actions have maintain'd unblemish'd. In vain, Don Henrique, you design to change
[He pauses a little, and rubs his forehead.
My resolutions: it must ne'er be said That passion could return Antonio From the strict rules of honour. Sir, I tell you, Nothing can make me violate my first Engagement.
Don H. Nay, then, thou shalt die too, perfidious man. Ho! Geraldo, Pedro, Leonido!
Enter Geraldo, Pedro, and Leonido, with their
swords drawn; they join with Don Henrique;
Don Carlos interposes.
Don C. For heaven's sake, cousin, draw not on yourself The horrid infamy of assassinating Persons of noble blood by servile hands! [Pg 306]
Don H. Do you defend them too? Kill 'em, I say.
Don A. Retire, Octavio, I'll sustain their shock.
Don O. Octavio retire!
Don A. Trust me, you must, they will surround us else; Through that narrow passage they'll assail us With less advantage.
[They retire, fighting, off the stage, Don Henrique
and his men pursuing them, and
Don Carlos endeavouring to stop DonHenrique.
Don H. What, d'ye give back, ye mighty men of fame?
Don A. Don Henrique, you shall quickly find 'tis honour, Not fear, makes me retire. [Exeunt.
Enter presently Don Antonio and Don Octavio
at another door, which Don Antonio bolts.
Don A. Now we shall have a breathing while at least, Octavio, and time to look about us. Pray, see yon other door be fast.
[Don Octavio steps to the door where they
went out, and Don Henrique bounces at
the door they came in at.
Don H. Geraldo, fetch an iron bar to force The door.
[Within, aloud. Don Antonio goes to both
the doors, to see if they be fast.
Don A. So, 'tis now as I could wish it.
Don O. What do you mean, generous Antonio?
Don A. To kill thee now myself:—having perform'd What my engagement did exact from me [Pg 307]In your defence 'gainst others, my love now Requires its dues, as honour has had his. There's no protection for you from my sword But in your own, or in your frank renouncing All claim to Porcia; she is so much mine, That none must breathe and have the vanity Of a pretension to her whilst I live.
Don O. I never will renounce my claims to Porcia, But still assert them by all noble ways: Yet, sir, this hand shall never use a sword (Without the last compulsion) 'gainst that man Who has so much oblig'd me. No, Antonio, You are securely guarded by the favours Which you so frankly have conferr'd upon me.
Don A. Pray, sir, let not your pretended gratitude Enervate your defence: 'tis not my custom To serve my friends with prospects of return.
Don O. And, sir, 'tis not my custom to receive An obligation, but with a purpose, And within the power of my return. Friendship, Antonio, is reciprocal. He that will only give, and not receive, Enslaves the person whom he would relieve.
Don A. Your rule is right; but you apply it wrong. It was Octavio, my camerade in arms And ancient friend, whom I design'd to serve; Not that disloyal man who has invaded My honour and my love. 'Tis the intent Which forms the obligation, not th' event.
Don O. I call those pow'rs, which both discern and punish, To witness for me that I never knew You e'er pretended to Don Henrique's sister, Before I came within these fatal walls: [Pg 308]This I declare only to clear myself From th' imputation of disloyalty, And to prevent the progress of your error.
Don A. How can I think you should speak truth to me Who am a witness y' have been false to her, To whom you now profess so high devotion?
Don O. I false to Porcia! take heed, Antonio, So foul an injury provokes too much. But, sir, I must confess I owe you more Than the forgiveness of one gross mistake.
Don A. Rare impudence! I must not trust my senses.
Don O. If we cannot adjust this competition, Let's charge our envious fortunes, not our passions, With this fatal breach of friendship.
Don A. Leave your discourses, and defend yourself; Either immediately renounce all claims To Porcia, or this must speak the rest. [Shaking his sword.
Don O. Nay, then I must reply.
[They fight. A noise, as if the door were broken open.
Enter Don Henrique, Don Carlos, Leonido, and
Geraldo, with their swords drawn.
Don H. What's this! Antonio fighting with Octavio? This bravery is excessive, gallant friend, Not to allow a share in your revenge To him who's most concern'd: he must not fall Without some marks of mine.
[Don Henrique makes at Don Octavio, and
Don Antonio turns to Don Octavio's side.
Don A. Nay, then my honour you invade anew, [Pg 309]And, by assaulting him, revive in me My pre-engagements to protect and serve him Against all others.
Don H. Why, were not you, Antonio, fighting with him? Were you not doing all you could to kill him?
Don A. Henrique, 'tis true; but finding in my breast An equal strife 'twixt honour and revenge, I do, in just compliance with them both, Preserve him from your sword, to fall by mine.
Don C. Brave man, how nicely he does honour weigh! Justice herself holds not the scales more even.
Don H. My honour suffers more as yet than yours, And I must have a share in the revenge.
Don A. My honour, sir, is so sublim'd by love, 'Twill not admit comparison or rival.
Don H. Either he must renounce all claims to Porcia, Or die immediately.
Don A. Y' are i' the right: that he must do, or die; But by no other hand than mine.
Don O. Cease your contention, and turn all your swords Against this breast! whilst Porcia and I have breath, She must be mine, there's no divorce but death.
Don H. I'll hear no more, protect him if thou canst: Kill the slave, kill him, I say!
[Don Henrique makes at him, and DonCarlos endeavours to interpose.
Don C. For heaven's sake, hold a moment! certainly [Pg 310]There's some mistake lies hidden here, which (clear'd) Might hinder these extremes.
[Don Henrique and his servants press DonAntonio and Don Octavio. Flora
peeps out, and, seeing them fight, cries out
Camilla! Porcia! Camilla and Porcia
looking out, both shriek, and then run out
upon the stage.
Enter Porcia and Camilla from the inner room.
Por. Don Henrique!
Cam. Antonio! Carlos!
Por. Octavio!
Cam. and Por. together. Hear us but speak! hear us but speak!
Don H. By heavens, 'tis Porcia! why, how came she here?
Don C. Why, did not I tell you she was brought hither By my directions? you would not believe me.
Don H. But how then could Octavio come hither?
Don C. Nay, that heaven knows, you heard as well as I Your man's relation.
Don H. Ah, thou vile woman, that I could destroy Thy memory with thy life!
[He offers to run at Porcia: Don Antonio
interposes.
Don A. Hold, sir, that must not be!
Don H. What, may not I do justice upon her Neither?
Don A. No, sir: although I have not yet the honour [Pg 311]To know who this lady is, I have this night Engag'd myself both to secure and serve her.
Don C. He knows not Porcia. Who was i' the right, Don Henrique, you or I?
Don H. He not know Porcia! why, 'tis not an hour Since I saw him entertaining her at home, Sure w' are enchanted, and all we see's illusion.
Cam. Allow me, Henrique, to unspell these charms. Who is't, Octavio, you pretend to? speak.
Don O. You might have spar'd that question, madam: none Knows so well as you, 'tis Porcia I adore.
Don A. Porcia's my wife! disloyal man, thou diest.
[Offers to make at Don Octavio.
Cam. Hold, sir! which is the Porcia you lay claim to?
Don A. Can you doubt of that? why, sure, you know too well The conquest that you made so long ago[70] Of my poor heart in Flanders.
Don C. Conquest! poor heart! Flanders! what can this mean?
Don H. New riddles every moment do arise, And mysteries are born of mysteries.
Don C. Sure, 'tis the pastime of the destinies To mock us for pretending to be wise.
Cam. Thanks be to heaven, our work draws near an end. Cousin, it belongs to you to finish it.
Por. To free you from that labyrinth, Antonio, In which a slight mistake, not rectifi'd, [Pg 312]Involv'd us all, know the suppos'd Porcia, Whom you have lov'd, is the true Camilla.
Cam. And you, Don Henrique, know that Don Octavio Has always been your sister's faithful lover, And only feign'd a gallantry to me To hide his real passion for my cousin From your discerning eyes.
Don A. Generous Octavio!
Don O. Brave Antonio! how happy are we both. [They embrace. Both in our loves and friendships!
Don A. Ah, how the memory of our crosses pass'd Heightens our joys when we succeed at last!
Don O. Our pleasures in this world are always mix'd: 'Tis in the next where all our joys are fix'd.
[Camilla takes Don Antonio by the hand,
and leads him to Don Carlos.
Cam. This, my dear brother, is that brave commander To whom you owe your life and liberty; And I much more—the safety of my honour.
Don C. Is this that gallant leader who redeem'd us With so much valour from the enemy?
Cam. The very same.
Don C. Why did you not acquaint me with it sooner? 'Twas ill done, Camilla.
Cam. Alas! my dearest brother, gratitude,
[Drawing Don Carlos aside.
Conspiring with the graces of his person, So soon possess'd him of my heart, that I, [Pg 313]Asham'd of such a visionary love, Durst never trust my tongue with my own thoughts.
Don C. 'Tis enough. Here, sir, take from me her hand,
[Addressing to Don Antonio.
Whose heart your merit has long since made yours.
[Don Antonio takes Camilla's hand and
kisses it.
Don A. Sir, with your leave and hers, I seal the vows Of my eternal faith unto you both.
Don C. But let's take heed, Antonio, lest, whilst we Are joying in our mutual happiness, Don Henrique's scarcely yet composed distemper Revive not, and disorder us afresh: I like not his grim posture.
Don A. 'Tis well thought on; let's approach him.
[Don Octavio, holding Porcia by the hand,
advances towards Don Henrique.
Don O. Here with respect we wait your confirmation Of that which seems to be decreed above, Though travers'd by unlucky accidents. This lady, your incomparable sister, Can witness that I never did invade Your passion for Camilla; and Pedro's death Happen'd by your mistaken jealousy. The causes of your hate being once remov'd, 'Tis just. Don Henrique, the effects should cease.
Don H. I shall consult my honour——
Don C. You cannot take a better councillor In this case than your own and sister's honour; What, to secure them both, could have been wish'd Beyond what fate has of itself produc'd? [Pg 314]
Don H. How hard it is to act upon constraint! That which I could have wish'd, I now would fly, Since 'tis obtruded by necessity. 'Tis fit that I consent, but yet I must Still seem displeas'd, that m' anger may seem just [Aside.
Don A. Noble Don Henrique, you may reckon me To be as truly yours by this alliance, As if a brother's name subsisted still.
Don H. Well, I must yield, I see, or worse will follow. [Aside. He is a fool who thinks by force or skill To turn the current of a woman's will: Since fair Camilla is Antonio's lot, I Porcia yield to Don Antonio's friend. Our strength and wisdom must submit to fate: Stripp'd of my love, I will put off my hate. Here take her hand, and may she make you, sir,
[Don Henrique takes Porcia by the hand,
and gives her to Don Octavio.
Happier than she has done me.
Diego and Flora advance.
Flo. Had e'er disorders such a rare come-off? Methinks 'twould make a fine plot for a play.
Diego. Faith, Flora, I should have the worst of that; For, by the laws of comedy, 'twould be My lot to marry you.
Don O. Well thought on, Diego, tho' 'tis spoke in jest: We cannot do a better thing in earnest Than to join these who seem to have been made For one another. What say'st thou to it, Flora? [Pg 315]
Flo. Troth, I have had so many frights this night, That I am e'en afraid to lie alone.
[Diego takes her by the hand.
Diego. Give me thy hand, sweet Flora, 'tis a bargain, I promise thee, dear spouse, I'll do my best To make thee first repent this earnest jest.
Flo. You may mistake: we have a certain way, By going halves, to match your foulest play.
Don C. Since this last happy scene is in my house, You'll make collation with me, ere you part.
Don A. and Don O. Agreed, agreed, agreed!
Don A. Thus end the strange Adventures of Five Hours, As sometimes blust'ring storms, in gentle showers.[71]
Don O. Thus, noble gallants, after blust'ring lives, You'll end as we have done, in taking wives.
Diego. Hold, sirs, there's not an end as yet; for then Come your own brats and those of other men.
Don H. Besides the cares of th' honour of your race Which, as you know, is my accursed case. [Addressing to the Boxes. [Pg 317]
Cam. You, ladies, whilst unmarried, tread on snares: Married, y' are cumber'd with domestic cares.
Por. If handsome, y' are by fools and fame attack'd; If ugly, then by your own envy rack'd.
Flo. We by unthrifty parents forc'd to serve, When fed are slaves, and when w' are free, we starve.
Don C. Which put together, we must needs confess, This world is not the scene of happiness.
FOOTNOTES:
[69] A reward or gratuity given to one that brings good news.—Stevens's
"Spanish Dictionary."
[70] All the copies have it so long ago, but Reed followed
Dodsley in the absurd error of substituting some days
ago.—Collier.
[71] Here the play ended until the third edition which, as has
been already noticed, varies materially from those that preceded
it. The third edition also omits the original epilogues
at the theatre and at court, which, as they are worth preserving,
are now inserted in a note.—Collier.
THE EPILOGUE.
Diego comes stealing in, and is followed by Henrique, who
stays at the door and listens.
Diego. Come, gentlemen! Let the Dons and Monsieurs say what they will, For our parts, we are for Old England still. Here's a fine Play indeed, to lay the scene In three houses of the same town, O mean! Why, we have several plays, where I defy The devil to tell where the scene does lie: Sometimes in Greece, and then they make a step To Transylvania, thence at one leap To Greece again: this shows a ranging brain, Which scorns to be confined t' a town in Spain.
Then for the Plot.
The possible Adventures of Five Hours! A copious design! why, in some of ours Many of the adventures are impossible, Or, if to be achiev'd, no man can tell Within what time: this shows a rare invention, When the design's above your comprehension; Whilst here y' are treated with a romance-tale. And a plot cover'd with a Spanish veil.
As for the Style.
It is as easy as a proclamation, As if the play were penn'd for the whole nation. None of those thund'ring lines, which used to crack Our breaths, and set your wits upon the rack. Who can admire this piece, or think it good? There's not one line but may be understood.
The Raillery.
As innocent as if't had pass'd the test Of a full synod: not one bawdy jest! Nor any of those words of double sense, Which make the ladies, to show their innocence, Look so demure, whilst by a simp'ring smile The gallant shows he understands the style. But here you have a piece so subtly writ, Men must have wit themselves to find the wit. Faith, that's too much; therefore by my consent, We'll damn the play.
Henrique. Think'st thou, impertinent, That these, who know the pangs of bringing forth
[Pointing to the Pit.
A living scene, should e'er destroy this birth? You ne'er can want such writers, who aspire To please the judges of that upper tier. The knowing are his peers, and for the rest Of the illiterate crowd (though finely dress'd), The author hopes he never gave them cause To think he'd waste his time for their applause. You then (most equal judges) freely give Your votes, whether this play should die or live.
THE EPILOGUE AT COURT.
We've pass'd the lords and commons, and are come At length, dread sir, to hear your final doom. 'Tis true your vassals, sir, may vote the laws. Their sanction comes from your divine applause. This shining circle then will all sit mute 'Till one pronounce from you Le Roi le veut.[72]
[72] These are the words still used by ancient usage whenever the
royal assent is given to any bill that has passed through both Houses
of Parliament.—Collier.
Our poet, gentlemen, thought to steal away, Hoping those wretched rhymes, i' th' end o' th' play, Might serve for epilogue; for truly he Takes epilogues for arrant bribery. H' observes your poet in our modern plays, Humbly showeth, and then as humbly prays; So that it can't be said, what they have writ Was without fear, though often without wit. He trusts (as ye say papists do) to merit; Leaves you (like quakers) to be mov'd by th' spirit. But since that epilogues are so much in vogue, Take this as prologue to the epilogue.
Some, as soon as th' enter, we wish 'em gone, Taking their visit as a visitation: Yet when they go, there are certain grimaces (Which in plain English, is but making faces) That we, for manners' sake, to all allow. The poet's parting; don't rise, but smile and bow; And's back being turn'd, ye may take the liberty To turn him, and all h' has writ to raillery. Now, as I shall be sav'd, were I as you, I'd make no bones on't—why, 'tis but his due. A fop! in this brave, licentious age, To bring his musty morals on the stage? Rhyme us to reason, and our lives redress In metre, as Druids did the savages? Affront the freeborn vices of the nation? And bring dull virtue into reputation? Virtue! would any man of common sense Pretend to't? why, virtue now is impudence; And such another modest play would blast Our new stage, and put your palates out of taste. We told him, Sir, 'tis whisper'd in the pit This may be common sense, but 'tis not wit; That has a flaming spirit, and stirs the blood That's bawdry, said he, if rightly understood; Which our late poets make their chiefest tasks, As if they writ only to th' vizard-masks. Nor that poetic rage, which hectors heaven, [Pg 320]Your writer's style, like's temper, 's grown more even; And he's afraid to shock their tender ears. Whose God, say they, 's the fiction of their fears; Your moral's to no purpose. He replied, Some men talk'd idly just before they died, And yet we heard them with respect. 'Twas all he said. Well, we may count him now as good as dead; And since ghosts have left walking, if you please, We'll let our virtuous poet rest in peace.
All Mistaken; Or The Mad Couple. A Comedy, Acted by His
Majestyes Servants, at the Theatre Royal. Written by the
Honorable James Howard, Esq.; London, Printed by H.
Brugis, for James Magnes in Russel-street, neer the Piazza,
in Covent-garden, 1672. 4o.
This play formed part of the collection as originally published
by Dodsley in 1744, but was excluded from the second
and third editions. In the copies of 1672 and 1744, the
arrangement of the lines was found very irregular, and the
metre correspondingly corrupt. In the present reprint the
text has been, to a large extent, reconstructed.
Enter Duke from war, in triumph, leading in his
hand Artabella, a woman of that country from
whence he came, with Arbatus her brother, and
Zoranzo prisoner; and on the other side
Amphelia, Ortellus, and Guard.
Duke. Madam, I need not say y'are welcome to this Country, since 'tis mine.
Art. Sir, leaving my own for yours Speaks my belief of that, and all things else You say.
Duke. The same unto your worthy brother, Besides, my thanks to you, sir, for letting Your sister take this journey.
Arb. Your highness hath so nobly express'd Yourself unto my sister, that I Consented to her coming with you; so Highly I esteem'd your princely word, That I have let her trespass on the Bound of common modesty in this Adventure: for when this hasty judging World shall see you have brought a woman [Pg 326]From her own country, and not your Wife, how soon will every tongue give her Another title!
Duke. Sir, my sudden actions shall prevent all Tongues or thoughts either to name or think her Anything but my duchess; therefore All that owe duty or respect to me, pay it To her. What, Amphelia, did you believe The world so barren of good faces, that Yours only does enrich it? or did you think It was men's fates only to doat on yours? Look on this lady, and you'll see your error; Mark well her face, and you will find In every line beauty sits empress there. These are the eyes, Amphelia, now, that dart Obedience through my heart; are not you vex'd To see I am no constant fool, and love You still?
Amph. Vexed at what? to see a man I hate Love another? a very great vexation! Know, sir, this breast has only room for joy And love to brave Ortellus— Forgive my heart that 'twas not yours before, Since you have long deserv'd it.
Ort. Madam, no time was long enough to wait This blessed hour.
Amph. Alas, great duke! instead Of pining for your change, you find me midst A thousand joys in this new choice.
Duke. So you do me, Amphelia, amidst Ten thousand; not all the glories that Attend a conquering soldier can create One joy so great in me, As being conquer'd here in my own triumphs. I am but a slave; Nor does my victory over thousands please Me so much, as being overcome by [Pg 327]One—by this fair one, whose eyes, by shining On my triumph only, make it glorious.
Amph. Well, sir, we will not change our happy states; You cannot brag of happiness so great To make me envy: I am only sorry for This lady, that had nothing else to do With her heart but to give it you. Madam, If your breast had been crowded with some twenty Or thirty hearts, and amongst these one very Ill, you might have Made present of that to this mighty duke.
Duke. Madam, does not this lady's discourse make you Afraid of me.
Art. Not in the least, sir.
Duke. Where's this bold prisoner?
Guard. Here, and [it] please your highness.
Duke. Well, sir, tho' you did attempt to kill me In our camp, after you were our prisoner, You shall not die, since you are of the same Country this lady is; therefore thank her And fortune for your life.
Zor. I'd sooner curse them both. Shall I thank any for my life, but heaven That gave it me? I'd rather give it to A cat. A noble death were far more welcome To me, than a mean life at second hand. My being here I owe unto the gods. When they think fit to lend it me no longer, They know the way to take it from me. I scorn To run in debt unto a mortal duke for two Or three days' breath.
Amph. Brave captive! [Aside.
Duke. You're Very high, considering you are in chains.
Zor. Why, sir, think you these fetters can confine [Pg 328]My mind as they do my legs, or that my Tongue is your prisoner, and dares only say: May it please your highness? How much are you Mistaken? Know, sir, my soul is Prompter to my tongue, and gives it courage to say Anything that heaven will not frown at. We Should detract from those great pow'rs above, If we pay fears to any here below. Perhaps you think I'll beg my life now upon A pair of bent petitioning knees? No, sir; Had I a hundred lives, I'd give them all To sharpest deaths, rather than beg for one.
Duke. You're well resolv'd; perhaps your mind may alter, When you see the axe. In the meantime commit him To the closest prison where, if you have any Accounts with heaven, you will have time to cast Them up before your death.
Zor. Your sentence brings me Joy. Welcome the keenest axe that can be set! 'Twill cut my head and chains both off together. Welcome, most happy stroke, since it will bring Rest to my eyes, and make a slave a king. [Exit with a Guard.
Duke. Madam, I suppose this journey has so wearied You, that it is time to show you the way To your lodgings, and leave you to your Repose.
Guard. Make way there for the duke!
Amph. My lord, you had best attend the duke, because 'Tis a respect due to him.
Ort. I shall, madam, At your command. [Exeunt. [Pg 329]
Amph. How has my tongue belied my too true heart, In speaking hate unto The duke, and love to Ortellus! I hate the duke? So eyes do sleep, that long have known no rest. How could my lips give passage to such words, And not have clos'd for ever? Not by my heart's direction, I am sure; for that So swell'd, being injured by my mouth, as, had Not pride and reason kept it here from this Unquiet feat, it would have forc'd away To Archimedes' breast, and there have whisper'd to His heart my tongue's untruth. Why should I love This man, that shows me nothing but contempt And hate? Rouse, drooping heart, and think Of that; think of it always, so by degrees 'Twill bring a winter round thee, that in time Shall chill the heat of thy undone and lost Affections. O, it is not true that all Our sex love change, then I might find one path That leads to it; That womanish vice were virtue now in me, 'Twould free my heart, and that were charity.
Enter Duke.
See, where he comes again; O, how I love And hate that man! Now help me, pride, and fill My breast with scorn; and pr'ythee, tongue, take heed You do not falter: hear not, my heart, that will Distract thy speech, and so betray my feign'd Unkindness.
Duke. What, Amphelia all alone? Weary of your new love already? can't You pass away the time with him one hour?
Amph. Were he No finer man than yourself, to be with him [Pg 330]A minute, I should think a Seven years' penance. Good heart, lie still, and let my tongue alone. [Aside. I wonder what a woman can see in you, Or hear from you, to make her love you. (I was just going to have said, hate him.) [Aside. O, what a task is this! therefore let me Advise you to have a mean opinion Of yourself.
Duke. Methinks that advice might serve For yourself. Ha, ha, ha!
Amph. Have patience, heart, I know I lie: thou need'st Not tell me so—I had better then confess My love. [Aside.] Do you laugh, duke? [i']faith So could I at you, till the tears ran down My cheeks—that they would quickly do, for grief Would fain unload my eyes. I must begone, I cannot longer act this part, unless I had a heart as hard as his. [Aside.
Duke. What, you are going Now to your love Ortellus?
Amph. I am so, And going from you to him, is pleasure double, Not only pain, to quit, but joy to meet.
Duke. Make haste then, for your departure will oblige Me too, so we shall be all pleas'd!
Amph. Haste I will make, but with unwilling feet: For every step from him my grief repeats. [Aside. Exit.
Duke. She's gone, and after her my heart is flown, 'Tis well it has no tongue to make its moan; [Pg 331]Then 'twould discover what my pride conceals, A heart in love (though slighted) love reveals. Yet though I love her still, she shall not know; Her hate shall seem my joy, which is my woe. My constancy I'll outwardly disguise, Though here within I am not half so wise. Yet rather than disclose my doating fate, I'll wound my heart by counterfeiting hate. To whine, it wou'd the worst of follies prove, Since women only pity when they love. With how much scorn she gave me welcome home, Ortellus in her hand, to show my doom! Me and my triumphs she did so despise, As if they'd been unworthy of her eyes. 'Tis well to her I show'd as much disdain; I'd rather perish than she guess my pain. But O, the horrid act she makes me do, To fool a woman that is young and true! So damn'd a sin, that hell could not invent, It is too foul for any punishment; To question those above I am afraid, Else I would ask them, why they woman made.
Enter Philidor.
O my mad cousin, your servant. Whither so fast?
Phil. So fast, sir? why, I have been hunted by a pack of hounds This three hours, And damn'd deep-mouth'd hounds too, [sir] no less than Three couple of nurses, three couple Of plaguy hunting bitches, and with them Three couple of whelps, alias children, sir. [Pg 332]They have rung me such a ring this morning Through every by-turning that leads to a bawdy House, I wish'd myself earth'd a thousand Times, as a fox does when he is hard-run, But that they wou'd have presently digged me Out with their tongues.
Duke. Faith, Philidor, 'Tis no news to me; for I have known thee From sixteen at this course of life. What, and these Children were all your bastards, and your nurses Coming to dun you for money?
Phil. Something of that's in it, I think, sir.
Duke. Well, coz, I'll leave thee to thy wildness; a fitter Companion much for thee than I at this time.
Phil. Why, sir, I hope nothing has happened To trouble you?
Duke. No, no; My grief, alas! is far beyond express; To tell it to a friend can't make it less. [Exit.
Phil. Wou'd I were at the wars again: I fear No sword half so much as the tongue of one Of these nurses; and the youling of th' children Are more dismal to my ears than the groans Of dying men in a battle. I am At this time in law with six or seven Parishes about fath'ring of bastards; Tis very fine truly! and yet me thinks 'Tis a hard case that I should be sued for Multiplying the world, Since death makes bold with bastards, As well as other children. The very picture Of a nurse and child in her arms wou'd fright Me now. O, from that sight deliver me!
Ha! and here they come: pox on't, what luck have I after saying my prayers? it shall be a Fair warning to me; now am I started Again, and must go run t'other course. [Offers to run away.
1st Nurse. 'Squire Philidor, 'Squire Philidor!
[She runs after him.
Phil. How deaf Am I now! 'tis well I know this by-way To avoid her.
Enter Second Nurse and meets him.
Ha! S'death, another? The devil appearing here too?
2d Nurse. O my proper Young 'squire, stay, stay, d'ye hear, sir?
Phil. No, indeed, won't I. Yet I know one way More to avoid them.
Enter Third Nurse.
Ha! another coming Here too? Nay then, I find I am in hell, Before I thought I shou'd. What will become Of me now?
3d Nurse. O 'squire, I thought I should Never have spoken with your worship.
Phil. No, by this Light, shou'd you not, if I could have holp it. [Aside.
1st Nurse. I wonder, 'squire, at your conscience, t'avoid Your pretty babes as you do. [Pg 334]
Phil. So, now it Begins, I am like to have sweet music From the comfort of these nurses' tongues.
1st Nurse. Saving your presence, sir, I think here are Three as sweet babes as ever sucked teat, And all born within the year too, besides Three more that your worship has in our street.
Phil. A very hopeful generation! sure, This was a great nut year![73] Well, if all trades fail, I may go Into some foreign plantation, where They want people, and be well paid for my Pains: wou'd I were there now!
1st Nurse. Codge, codge, Dos a laugh upon a dad? In conscience, sir, The child knows your worship.
Phil. A very great comfort!
1st Nurse. My young master here is as like your worship As e'er he can look; has your tempting eyes To a hair: I cou'd not choose but smile To myself t'other day; I was making him clean About the secrets, to see that[74] God had sent him In a plentiful manner; it put me half In mind of your worship. I am sure I Have been at double the expense of other Nurses, in eating choice meat, to make my Milk good for my young master, because I Would not spoil the growth of any one of his Members.
2d Nurse. Nay, for that, neighbour, I have ate As good, or better, meat than you, every day In the week: I never touch'd a bit of [Pg 335]Salt meat, for fear of spoiling my child's blood.
Phil. Considering how well 'tis born. [Aside.
3d Nurse. Nay, neighbours, for that I have been at greater Charge than either of you, in choice diets, To breed good milk for my young mistress here.
1st Nurse. You lie.
2d Nurse. You are a quean.
1st Nurse. And you're a whore. Marry, your husband is the notedest Cuckold in all our street.
2d Nurse. You lie, you jade, Yours is a greater.
Phil. Hiss! Now for a battle Royal.
1st Nurse. If I lay the child out of my
[Lay their children down, and fight.
Arms, I'll pull off your head-clothes, you— Carrion!
2d Nurse. Marry, come, if thou durst.
Phil. 'Tis best for me to be a coward, And march off from this bloody fight.
All Nurses. Hold, hold, the 'squire is going away.
Phil. So, nothing could have parted them this three Hours, but the fear of losing me. [Aside.
1st Nurse. What, wou'd Your worship have left us without paying us For nursing your children? you have a conscience, With a pox to you!
Phil. So, now will they end Their war in vollies of shot upon me. I have but one thing now to do. With ev'ry One of these hags have I been forc'd to lie, Which they took as satisfaction for payment [Pg 336]For two months' nursing. Perhaps, rather Than they will have it known to one another, They'll hold their tongues and leave me? Well, my three sweet harmonious nurses, what is due to you?
1st Nurse. Due! why, there was twelve months Due for nursing; 'tis true, two months your squireship Satisfied me for.
2d Nurse. And me too.
3d Nurse. And me Likewise.
Phil. Harkye, if you will not be gone, I'll tell.
1st Nurse. No, marry, won't I, till I have My money.
2d Nurse. Don't think to fright me, but pay me.
3d Nurse. I fear you not; pay me my money.
Phil. Pox on't, 'twill not do, I must try another Way.—Boy, was the wolf fed to-day?
Boy. No, sir.
Phil. Go fetch him quickly, to dine with these ladies.
[Exeunt Nurses.
So! I thought I should set them going. He! The devil, they have left the children behind them. This was a very cunning device of mine. Now am I in a pretty condition. Troth, a Very noble Anabaptist progeny! For the devil a one of these were ever Christen'd; for I have run so much upon Tick to the parsons for christening of Children, that now they all refuse to make Any bastards of mine a Christian Without ready money; so that I'll have This boy bred up a parson, that he may Christen himself and the rest of his sisters [Pg 337]And brothers. What shall I do, when these infants, Begin to be hungry, and youl for th' teat? O, that a milk-woman wou'd come by now! Well, I must remove my flock from hence. Small Coal, small coal, will you buy any small coal? Pox on it. I could never light of any But fruitful whores. Small coal, small coal! [Exit.
Zor. Sure, 'tis not kind of those great pow'rs above, To add these chains to me that am in love. As to my bed of straw, I am content, Since any bed from her is punishment. To lie on down of swans would be hard rest, Could I not make my pillow on her breast. O Amarissa, wert thou here with me, I would not sell these bonds for liberty. Ransoms that prisoners give to be set free, I'd give as much to lie in chains by thee. Here is her picture. O, thou too like shade,
[Pulls out her picture.
To look on it my eyes are half afraid, It so presents my joy and misery; Since 'tis the nothing of that all to me. The greatest pain to any lover's heart, Is to remember when they are apart; For thoughts of joys, when there's a bar betwixt, Are worse than poison with a cordial mix'd.
Amph. Well said, jailor, here's for thy pains. Brave pris'ner, Perhaps this visit may appear but strange To you, till you have heard me speak—Know then, When you receiv'd the sentence of your death, you seem'd To meet it with so brave a soul, as if The sound had not displeas'd your ears. Thus did Your courage fill my eyes with wonder, and My heart with pity. Straight I resolv'd to give you all my helps To set you free, which now I offer to You.
Zor. Madam, could I tell you what to say I Wou'd begin; I have nothing but poor thanks To offer to you, and those, though millions, were Not half enough. Compassion shown unto The miserable heaven can only recompence; Therefore, in my dying prayers, I will beg from thence A blessing to reward your pity.
Amph. Sir, The joy of your escape will pay my pains; All my endeavours I will set at work: The time is short, therefore I must make haste. Expect to hear of me again with speed.
Enter Ortellus, as she is going out.
Zor. What can this mean? heaven grant she does not Love me; I wou'd not wish so brave a heart So great a punishment, since my love's fix'd already. [Pg 339]
Ort. Madam, I have been seeking you; pray, whence Came you? This is no usual place to find you In.
Amph. I was only walking this way, sir.
Ort. I'll wait on you presently.—I suspect She has been at the prison; I will inform Myself by the jailor; and yet perhaps She has bid him to deny it. [Steps back to the Jailor. The lady Amphelia says she has left one of Her gloves behind her in the prison, and Has sent me for it.
Jail. I'll go see straight, sir.
Ort. She has been there, it seems, then. Madam, I Fancy you have been to see the prison.
Amph. Who, I? What makes you think so?
Ort. Why, am I mistaken?
Amph. Yes; what should I do there?
Ort. Nay, that's the question, But there you have been just now, and with the Pris'ner too.
Amph. Sure, you dream.
Ort. She's false, I find: I'll try her love to me. [Aside. Madam, since you Have been pleased to show your kindness publicly To me, I take this time to beg my happiness, Which is, that a priest may join our hands.
Amph. I will not marry yet.
Ort. Why, pray, madam?
Amph. For a very good reason, because I ha'n't A mind to't.
Ort. Fie, fie, this modesty's a thief to lovers, And robs them of their time. Come, come, Say aye, and blush.
Amph. I'll not say aye, nor blush.
Ort. If you had any modesty, you wou'd.
Amph. You said Just now I had too much.
Ort. Too much Of impudence, you mean.
Amph. What's that to say?
Ort. Why, truth.
Amph. Get you out, and wash your tongue: 'Tis foul.
Ort. 'Tis like you heart then, But that it cannot lie as much.
Amph. Most valiant lord, To give the lie to petticoats!
Ort. Why did you Deny your being in prison?
Amph. Not for fear of you; I was with the brave prisoner, What then?
Ort. You went to make love to him. You had best use your time well; 'twill Be short and sweet: your dear will not be so Proper a man by the head within this Two days. False woman! you've a heart that flies From one man's breast to another: all the Inconstancy of your sex is constancy To this of yours: you have deceived the duke Already; that might have been my warning. [Pg 341]
Amph. Faith, and so It might; th' duke in all things so far excels You, that you were a fool to think, when once My heart bid him farewell, that it design'd No better a change than you. Troth, your mistaken; It had a farther journey to make, and so Took your breast for an inn only, to lie By the way.
Ort. Base woman! is't not enough that you Have fool'd me, but you must mock me too? Heaven Hold my hand from murdering thee!
Amph. Fright those that fear you. [Exit.
Ort. Curses of all fool'd men (like me) light heavy On thee! Revenge begins to fill my heart, And I will pour it out on this base woman. I know the way: I'll to the duke.
Enter Duke.
I am Glad I have met your highness, for I have Business to impart to you that concerns your life.
Duke. What is't, Ortellus?
Ort. Know, sir, Amphelia, that——
Duke. Loves you?
Ort. No, sir, she loves The pris'ner.
Duke. 'Tis impossible.
Ort. 'Tis very true, sir, I caught her coming from him! she's designing His escape, and for aught I know, her love To him may put other thoughts into her head.
Ort. She may design your life; A woman that is ill, exceeds a man In mischief.
Duke. My lord, I thank your care. If you Can track her farther, pray let me know; in the Meantime I shall prevent her ill intentions.
Ort. My diligence shall not be wanting. So, Since I can have no love, revenge shall be My mistress. [Aside. Exit.
Duke. O Amphelia! why dost Thou take such pains to break my heart, when 'tis So easily done? She needs not secretly Contrive my death, since half a word from her Commands my life: her face and heart (sure) can Not be akin; nature mistook, or else She was to blame to give one woman two So great extremes.
Enter Arbatus.
See, here comes the brother To wronged Artabella: th' horror of That sin grows bigger in me, That I with a deluding love should fool An innocent, to show an outward scorn To false Amphelia; for when I heard She lov'd Ortellus, I straight made love to this young Woman, and brought her from her own country, Only to make Amphelia think I lov'd Another.
Arb. I hope I don't disturb your highness.
Duke. No, Arbatus, you are always welcome To me.
Arb. Sir, I should ask you a question.
Duke. You freely may.
Arb. Not but [Pg 343]I think my sister far unworthy, either In birth or fortune, to be call'd your wife; Yet since you have been pleas'd to grace her with Your love so far, as saying she shall be your Duchess, be pleas'd to tell me why it is Not so? she has been here so long, that people Now begin to say you mean her for your mistress; Should my ears meet that sound from any tongue, I'd——
Duke. Hold, Arbatus, I'm sure I have given No cause as yet to doubt my kindness to Your sister.
Arb. Pardon me, sir, in your delay you have. My sister has no dowry but her virtue, Youth, and some small stock of beauty. These if You lov'd her for, you would not waste, By letting time rob her and you at once.
Duke. Sir, business of great importance has Hitherto deferr'd my marriage; believe Me, you shall find me just.
Arb. A prince's word Must not be question'd; I have done.
Duke. O Amphelia! what dost thou make me do? [Exit.
Arb. Let him take heed; if he does fool my sister, Were he ten thousand dukes, I'd cut his throat. [Exit.
Enter Philidor alone.
Phil. I have been quite at t'other end o'th' town, To put my children out to new nurses, For I am known to every nurse hereabout; That they will as soon nurse a cat's kitten As any child of mine. This is a very [Pg 344]Pleasant life I lead, neither is this the Worst part of it; for there are a certain Flock of women that I have promis'd marriage, I expect a volley of shot from them too, Soon as they find me out. Would wives and children Were as hard to come by as money, then would I turn usurer, and let 'em out to use; For, to say truth, I have enough to spare.
Enter six Ladies, one after another.
So, here comes one of my promis'd Virgins! Nay, a second too—a third—a fourth—a fifth— A sixth—Welcome, blessed half-dozen; now will I go Muster my nurses and children too, and go Against the Great Turk. I am glad to see They have brought ne'er a coffin, for I expect Nothing but death from them. I wonder they don't Begin to ring my funeral peal. See every One of them beckons to me, as much as to say, I'd speak with you in private; but the devil Take me if e'er a one of them do; I find By this they would not have their business known To one another; this may be a means for me To get off for this time—Ladies, you all Look as if you had something to say to Me; pray make me so happy as to let Me know what 'tis. They dare not speak aloud. [Aside.] Will you, Madam? or you? or you, madam? or you, Madam? [What] not one of you tell me what The honour of these visits mean? I see I am troublesome to you all? therefore I'll not be longer rude; and so I take [Pg 345]My leave—This was good luck, that they should come All together; for I had rather be [Beckon him. Alone six hours with the devil, than with E'er a one of them an half hour—I'll stand close In this corner till they are all gone.
1st Lady. Now the pox take him for a cunning rogue!
2d Lady. A plague take him!
3d Lady. The devil take him!
4th Lady. If there be e'er a devil worse than another, Take him thou!
5th Lady. O, that I had him alone!
6th Lady. Was there ever such a rascal?
[Exeunt at several doors.
Phil. So the coast is clear again— [Peeps out.
Enter Mirida.
S'death, here comes another—O, 'tis none Of that gang, though.
Mir. I'll lay my head, ne'er a girl in Christendom Of my age, can say what I can; I'm now But five years i'th' teens, and I have fool'd Five several men.
Phil. A brave wench, by this light! Sure, it is I in petticoats.
Mir. My humour Is to love no man, but to have as many Love me as they please, come cut or long tail.
Phil. A most divine wench!
Mir. 'Tis a rare diversion, to see what several Ways my flock of lovers have in being Ridiculous; some of them sigh so damnably, That 'tis as troublesome as a windy day. There's two of them that make their love together, [Pg 346]By languishing eye-casts; one of them has One eye bigger than another, and looks Like a tumbler; and that eye's like a musket Bullet, and I expect every minute when he Will hit me with it, he aims so right at me. My other lover looks a-squint, and to See him cast languishing eyes, would make a Woman with child miscarry. There is also A very fat man, master Pinguister, and A very lean man that loves me; I tell the Fat man I cannot marry him till he's Leaner, and the lean man I cannot marry Him till he's fat: so one of them purges And runs heats every morning, to pull down His sides, and th' other makes his tailor stuff His clothes to make him show fatter. O, what Pleasure do I take in fooling of mankind!
Phil. Was there ever so witty a wench? 'tis the Woman of women for my turn. I'll to her— Thou most renowned female! I cannot hold—
Mir. From what?
Phil. From kissing thee, [from] loving thee, or what Thou wilt.
Mir. Troth, y'are very well acquainted, consid'ring You never saw me before!
Phil. Saw thee! I have Heard thee talk this hour, like an angel of light.
Mir. Well, d'ye love me for what you heard me say?
Phil. Yes, faith, do I; why, you are just of my Humour; when I heard thee say how many Men you had fool'd, I was very glad to hear You come one short of me, for I have fool'd Six women, and you but five men. [Pg 347]
Mir. Why, If you love me, you will be the sixth fool, To make up my half dozen too.
Phil. No, I Won't, and yet I love thee too.
Mir. Why, how will You help it?
Phil. Thus: you and I Will love one another.
Mir. What, whether I will or no?
Phil. Nay, hear me, we two will love how we please, When we please, and as long as We please: do not These propositions tickle your heart a little?
Mir. I don't mislike them—Now could I take him About the neck and kiss him for this humour Of his. And do you say you will love me! [Aside.
Phil. Yes, marry, will I.
Mir. Nay, hold, I won't marry You.
Phil. Nor I thee, for all the world.
Mir. And yet You say you will love me?
Phil. I tell you I will: make no more words on it.
Mir. Why then, Hark you, to be as absolute as you, I will love you too, that is to say, Upon the aforesaid conditions.
Phil. With all my heart; prythee, don't think That I Will love thee upon any other terms. But come, We must seal this Bargain with hands, hearts, lips.
Mir. No, no; no lips; we will only shake hands [Pg 348]Upon't, that's enough for so weighty a contract As this of ours.
Phil. But, prythee, let us seal The bargain.
Mir. No, no, sir, I use no wax To my lips.
Phil. Nay, by my troth, I care not A pin to kiss thee.
Mir. No? look upon me well, And see if you can say so again.
Phil. Hum—yes, Faith, I will give two-pence to kiss thee Now.
Mir. Well, sir, when I do kiss you, I'll 'bate you A penny of that.
Phil. Now you and I will sing this song. [He sings.
My love and I a bargain made, It is well worth a telling: When one was weary, we agreed To part, should both be willing.
Mir. Nay, here I'm for you too. [She sings.
And thus our loves will longer last, Than fools that still are pining: We'll spend our time in joy and mirth, Whilst doaters do in whining.
Phil. Faith, you and I sing very well; we are Alike in that too: I see either nature Or the devil, somebody or something, made Thee and me for one another. Well, But let us Remember our conditions: imprimis, I Will love you. [Pg 349]
Mir. Item, so will I you.
Phil. I Will not say how long.
Mir. Item, nor I neither.
Phil. Item, it may be I can love you but A week.
Mir. I don't care if't be but a day.
Phil. I'll ne'er be tied to any thing.
Mir. Item, thou shalt be tied to what thou wilt But me.
Phil. Item, I will come when I please, And go when I please.
Mir. Item, thou shalt drown Thyself when thou wilt, or hang thyself when Thou wilt, or go to the devil when thou wilt.
Phil. Item, if I should like another woman, I Will have the liberty of leaving you, without Any ceremony, but just saying Good-bye.
Mir. Item, if I should like any Man better than you, I'll leave you without saying So much as good-bye.
Phil. Item, the first that Sighs of us two, shall fast a week.
Mir. Item, the first That looks but melancholy of us two, Shall be starv'd to death.
Phil. To conclude, we will Both be as mad as we please.
Mir. Agreed, And the devil take the tamest!
Phil. A bless'd bargain! But hark you, there's one thing I have forgot.
Mir. What's that?
Phil. Have you had as many children as I? [Pg 350]
Mir. No, indeed, ha'nt I.
Phil. Why, then you must let me help you to 'em, That you may be even with me there too.
Mir. Hold, sir, that bargain's yet to make.
Phil. Pox on't! That should have been one of our articles.
Mir. Well, I can stay no longer with you now.
Phil. Nay, prythee, hold, thou shalt not go yet; I Can't part with you so soon.
Mir. Ay, but I have A mind to go, and that is one of our Articles.
Phil. Well, but shan't we put that other Article in, before we part?
Mir. No, no, good-bye to you.
Phil. Farewell, mettle— [Exit.
Enter Pinguister, Doctor, and Servants.
Mir. Look you, master Pinguister, this is the Measure must meet about your waist, before I marry you.
Pin. This? why it will not come About the small of my leg. [Tries the measure himself.
Mir. Sir, I am sorrier For it: but it must compass your middle before You can be my dear chuck: your servant, sir, I am in haste.
Pin. Prythee, thou damnable Pretty rogue, let me have some comfort from thee, Before thou goest, either from thy eyes, Thy cheeks, mouth, or nose, or some part about thee Consider what a dissolution I Must undergo for love of thee. [Pg 351]
Mir. I do indeed, sir; but your servant for this time. [Exit.
Pin. Worthy doctor, my hopes are all in you now, I have tried many physicians already To make me lean enough for that Tormenting, pretty fairy devil.
Doctor. Truly, sir, your case is very desperate; But if any man in the world can drain Your fat from you, 'tis I: sir, we'll begin Your course out of hand.
Pin. Do you hear, be sure I have at least two dozen of napkins ready Upon the spot, to rub me at every turn; Therefore come you all along with me— Have mercy on me, I have love and fat Enough to furnish a whole nation. [Exeunt.
Amph. How false a woman to all eyes I seem, Because I still will hide my constant love! This way I take will bravely break my heart, To tell the duke were sneakingly to die: Since, if he knew that I did love him still, With basest scorns he'd laugh my soul to death; Such friendship to this pris'ner I will show, Shall make the duke believe my heart is there. To set him free I'll use my utmost art——. Would I could do as much for this poor heart! This way my love with my designs complies, Thus one in chains another's chains unties. I have made the jailor mine already, [Pg 352]By promising him these hundred pieces— 'Tis now about the time I appointed To be here—
Enter Jailor.
O, yonder's the jailor expecting me— Here, jailor, here's for thy Honesty: may the business be done now?
Jailor. O madam, never at a fitter time; take you The key and go in to the prisoner; Whilst I go see the passage clear, Stand you at th' door, and when I beckon To you, come away.
Amph. Honest jailor?
Jailor. So, now I am just i' th' fashion; I have taken Money to do her business, and instead Of doing it I have undone it.
Enter Duke and Ortellus.
Ort. 'Tis so, sir. The jailor has discover'd all to me. Here He comes.
Jailor. And please your highness to stand close Here, for the lady Amphelia is now With the prisoner; I have given her a Key to convey him through this private passage; As soon as I beckon to her, she will come Away with him. [Beckons her.
Amph. Come, sir, give me your hand; The jailor beckons me; the way is clear.
Duke. Hold, lady, and your love, we must shorten Your journey a little. [Pg 353]
Amph. Ha! the duke and Ortellus! I am betray'd! O villain jailor!
Ort. Sir, I fear we've interrupted them; it may be They were going to be married; ha, ha, ha!
Amph. If I were, 'twas what I refused you, Ortellus; that makes you so mad.
Duke. Well, madam, If you have a mind to be married, a priest Shall not join your hands, but you shall go both Back to the prison, and th' jailor shall tie you Both hands and legs together.
Amph. Know, sir, A prison with this brave gentleman Will be greater paradise to me, than to Be mistress of your palace. What do I say? [Aside.
Duke. Well you shall have your desire then; ye shall live Together, and die together. How could I speak that word to her? [Aside.
Zor. She die, sir! Wou'd you destroy so great a world of virtue? Rather invent two deaths for me, that I May die for her too. You'll rob Your dukedom of your greatest treasure to take Away so blest a life as hers: let not An axe part such a head and body, Lest heaven frown and call you murderer. You'll pull Upon your head all mankind's curse: when nature Sees her bounty thus rewarded, she will Turn miser, and will give no more such blessings To th' world as this fair saint.
Duke. Well, sir, I'm satisfied ye like one another, so you [Pg 354]Shall both return back to your straw beds, there you May lie as close together as you please.
Amph. No, sir, virtue shall lie betwixt us.
Duke. You will want a pillow, till you come both To execution, then you shall have one— A block to lay your heads on.
Amph. Know, [O] duke, My head will rest better with his upon a block, Than with yours on the softest pillow. How Many lies must I confess, before I die. [Aside.
Duke. Indeed, you'll sleep pretty soundly. See, her scorn To me makes death a pleasure to her. [Aside. My lord, give order that she may be brought Immediately to her trial; in the meantime, Jailor, take them into your custody; Lay 'em in shackles both. Cousin, many thanks To you for this timely discovery. I must leave you awhile. [Exit.
Ort. Duke, you shall have Less to thank me for, else I am deceiv'd. I've found out he loves Amphelia still, So she does him. Now will I go possess Arbatus of this, and tell him how the duke Intends to fool his sister. He has the Character of so strict a brother, and so brave A spirit, that his soul will never digest This injury without the duke's blood. Will join with him, and tell him how The business may be done. By this, one of these three things shall I have Either a mistress, dukedom, or a grave.
Enter Arbatus and Artabella.
See, here comes Arbatus and his sister Artabella; they talk very earnestly. [Pg 355]
Arb. Sister, I do not like it; the duke will Fool ye.
Art. Indeed, brother, I am amaz'd At this delay.
Arb. How does he carry himself To you?
Art. With all respect imaginable.
Arb. Then there must be something more in't, That he defers his marriage thus.
Ort. There is So, sir.
Arb. My lord, heark'ning's but a base office; But if you have heard it, 'tis no treason.
Ort. No, sir, but it is falseness in the duke, To use your worthy sister thus. I came To tell you upon my knowledge, he never Intended to marry her.
Arb. My lord, though I believe it, you must pardon Me, if I wonder at this information From your lordship, that is his near cousin.
Ort. Sir, you have the character of so brave A gentleman, conscience and honour Bids me discover this to you and your sister: Think of a way of being reveng'd, and here's My hand and heart to help you.
Arb. Pardon Me, that I cannot thank you truly, because I needs must doubt this offer from your lordship.
Ort. What can I say to confirm you? will the Word and honour of a gentleman do't?
Arb. To me those are things of great value.
Ort. Then here I give them both.
Arb. But what to do, my lord?
Ort. What you will.
Arb. Perhaps you think I'd have you [Pg 356]Ask some place about the court for me, in Recompense of this injury to my sister?
Ort. No, sir, had you been such a person, I Should not have trusted you thus far with what I have said. I say [it] again, I am Your friend; if you doubt it, you wrong my honour.
Arb. Why then, my lord, to be short, nothing will Satisfy me, but the duke's——
Ort. What?
Arb. Blood.
Ort. Why, Thou shalt have it all, if I can help thee To't; this night will I convey you privately Into his bed-chamber. Come along with me, And I will tell you all. [Exit.
Arb. My lord, I follow you. Sister, go to your chamber.
Art. O brother! Heaven preserve you in this danger.
Arb. Now It comes into my head, I need not doubt This lord's truth; he is next heir to the dukedom, If the duke die without issue. 'Tis base in him the duke's life to pursue, His blood is only to my sister due. [Exit.
Art. False duke, thou justly hast deserv'd thy death; To cheat the innocent is a double crime; I had no cunning guard about this heart To keep it safe from a seducing tongue. I have lost my heart, which he by falseness won; How soon is truth and innocence undone! [Exit.
Enter Philidor.
Phil. Pray remember the poor prisoners, pray [Pg 357]Remember the prisoners. Well, had I Not taken this course with the regiment Of women that I have promis'd to marry, I should have been devour'd by 'em by this Time. They came just now into my chamber, One by one, hoping to have found me alone, To have preach'd matrimony to me; but, To my blest deliverance, no sooner One was there, but another came; so I Persuaded them one by one, to slip up Into a garret: so still as one knock'd At the door, the t'other ascended; there Have I secur'd them with this key, and there Must I keep them till I have made Conditions with them.
Enter Mirida.
O, here comes Mirida. Pray remember the poor prisoners, pray Remember the poor prisoners.
Mir. Who the devil's that, Philidor?
Phil. The very same, my mettled female.
Mir. Why, What mad prank art thou playing now?
Phil. Alack- A-day, I have great cares upon me; I Must provide meat for half-a-dozen ladies, That shou'd have been my spouses. Look up yonder; In that very garret, for aught I know, they Must dine and sup at my charge as long as They live; and thus must I be their cook every Day, and beg their first and second course.
Mir. I am sorry to hear this, because 'tis A wilder trick than I have done lately To any of my lovers. Prythee, let's Go under the window, and call to them. [Pg 358]
Phil. Come away, you shall hear what vollies we shall Have from the castle. Most excellent Amazonian ladies, look out, and behold Your labouring purveyor, what pains he Takes to victual your castle, Because he knows you must be long there. [Women look out.
1st Lady. Rogue!
2d Lady. Rascal!
3d Lady. Villain!
4th Lady. Dog!
5th Lady. Slave!
6th Lady. Hell-hound!
Phil. Methinks you represent the hemisphere, Because you are enthron'd so high; your eyes Appear like stars to us poor mortals here Below.
1st Lady. Villain, if we had thee here, thou Should'st find it hell.
Mir. Pray, ladies, what makes you So angry? Methinks the gentleman is Your friend, and has holpt you nearer heaven Than perhaps e'er a one of you would ever Have been.
2d Lady. What's that you say, little piss-a-bed?
Mir. Sweet angels, will never a one of you Please to descend?
3d Lady. Thou little devil, If we had thee here, we'd throw thee down again With such a swing, we'd knock that rascal's brains Out with thy fall.
Mir. Then, angry ladies, I Shall stay here—see, has not that lady A very fair nose at this distance?
Phil. Has [Pg 359]Not t'other there a mouth, that when she opens it To scold, looks like a giant's cave?
4th Lady. S'life, we'll Not be abus'd thus; here's a Hercules' statue, Let's throw it down upon their heads.
[Mirida runs away, and meets Pinguister and stops.
Enter Pinguister and Doctor.
Mir. Hold, Philidor, we shall have some new sport Of my making now; here comes my fat lover, Let us stand close and hear a little.
Ping. Doctor, Pray, how many stools may I happily have This morning by this purgation, already Taken by me?
Doctor. Doubtless, one hundred, sir.
Ping. Save me, 'twill swinge my bum-gut then: but how Much fat may it bring away?
Doctor. Peradventure, Half-a-dozen pounds.
Ping. Love! what dost thou make Me do? But, worthy doctor, from what parts of My continual purg'd body is this store Of fat extracted?
Doctor. Chiefly from your waist And calves of your legs.
Ping. And how many purges May make my waist and legs' calves, alias, calves Of my legs, delightful to her eye, sir?
Doctor. Sir, some ten purges: that is to say, you Must have a thousand stools to drain your treasure Of fat totaliter from ye. [Pg 360]
Ping. O love! O Mirida, for thee I daily purge: For thee I daily stink. I find I must keep company with the bears, that I May be able to endure my own stink the better.
Doctor. Come, sir, I think you had best begin to run Your heats.
Ping. O me! nothing cou'd e'er a made A footman of me but love. Well, I must Put on my pumps.
Phil. By this light, this is the Pleasantest scene as e'er I saw.
Ping. Nay, doctor, If you mean I should run, lend me your hand To help me up. [Puts on nightcaps. Now, in the name of love, I most unwillingly start.
Phil. S'death! he runs Like a duke. [He runs round, and sometimes goes out to untruss.
Mir. His stools come very quickly upon Him, one after another.
Ping. I must run With my breeches in my hand, my purge visits My bum-gut so intolerably often.
Doctor. Now, sir, for a cheerful loose.
Ping. By my heart, Master Doctor, I wonder at your cruelty, To ask a cheerful loose of me; am not I loos'd sufficiently by Your furious purgations?
Tailor. Yes, I'll assure you, you seem Very corpulent.
Lean. Well, I am sure if thou Hast not made me large enough, thou wilt thy bill. Now have at Mistress Mirida! sure, my Person will take her. Why, how now, cousin, [To Ping. What makes you running a heat?
Ping. I must not stop To speak with you, but come run by me, And I will tell you. Why, I see You know nothing. Mistress Mirida has a Great kindness for me, but cannot marry me Before I am leaner.
Lean. She fools him; her kindness is for me, And bids me make myself fatter, before We marry. [Aside.
Ping. But pray, coz, what makes you stuff yourself so To appear big?
Lean. Yes, I do it to please Mistress Mirida's eye; she bid me.
Ping. So she makes An ass of him. [Aside.
Lean. Well, I won't hinder you In your exercise, Farewell. Now I'll to Mistress Mirida. [Exit.
Ping. Good bye, good bye. God's fish, my purge again! O, O!
Enter Clown with a cudgel, and beats him in again.
Clown. A nasty rogue, when a man's asleep, To come and do it just in his mouth! I'll swinge ye. [Pg 362]
Ping. O, hold, good sir, 'twas the violence of my physic; Would my paunch were out, if I saw you!
Phil. Hold, What do ye mean to beat a Gentleman thus?
Clown. Let Him learn more manners, then, against next time.
Ping. O Mistress Mirida, I have been purg'd And beaten most extremely for your sake; Sure, I'm lean enough now to marry you.
Mir. That I cannot tell; but I have the measure In my pocket of what compass you were About when you first were in love with me, And also the measure to that you must Fall before I marry you. Here was your full Bigness, which was three yards about: let me see; You are fallen a yard.
Ping. Well, and won't you marry me then?
Mir. That you'll see presently; for here's the measure Must compass you about before I do. This wants a yard yet.
Ping. Well, and d'ye think it's possible For me ever to become such a grig As that measure will meet about me? Why, to do that you must embowel me, and then Shave the remaining rolls of fat off from My melting sides.
Doctor. Here, pray, sir, throw this blanket About you; you will catch your death.
Ping. Look you, Unreasonable mistress, thus am I Fain to do every day, because I would Melt myself into a husband for you: You may hear my guts at this time boiling [Pg 363]Within me; I am confident they will Have the same fat as a kettle full of Black puddings that are over-boiled, and so Broken.
Doctor. Come, sir, you must needs go to bed.
Ping. That is to say, I must go swim; for that I do constantly in a sea of sweat.
Mir. Ay, pray, sir, I wou'd not for all the world You should miscarry.
Ping. Indeed, I look as If I were with child. Lady, if you have Any thoughts of going to heaven, have Mercy on me.
Mir. Farewell, garbage.
Ping. O heat! O fat! O love! what will you Do with me? [Exit with Doctor.
Phil. Was there ever such sport as we have seen?
Mir. Heaven send thee and I many a fair Year to be mad together in.
Phil. Ay, as You say, give us but time enough, and when We grow tame, let the bell toll for us. But stay, let us return Back to my virgins, that I may Make my conditions with 'em, Before they get out of prison.
Enter all the Ladies and bind them.
S'death! they Are all got out already.
1st Lady. O, have we Met with you now, ye pair of devils? we'll lay You fast enough. So good night to you, lie There till we come again. [Exit Ladies.
Phil. Pox on't, was there [Pg 364]Ever such luck as this? There was a trap- Door in the garret, which they found and got Out at.
Mir. What think ye now of this day's sport Philidor?
Phil. Plague on it, well enough; if They had not bound us back to back together, We might have pass'd away the time. Malicious jades! no way of bridling us But this? Pr'ythee turn about thy head, and let Us try if we can kiss one another A little.
Mir. No, no, we won't Try for fear you should put your neck out of Joint with turning it too much of one side.
Phil. Well, fortune should be more careful Of accidents of this nature, and not Contrive them so cross.
Enter Boy.
Phil. O, here comes a boy. Here, sirrah, come hither.
Boy. What say you, master?
Phil. Here, prythee, unbind us, I'll give thee a Shilling.
Boy. Why, sir, can't you unbind yourselves?
Phil. Simple boy, thou seest we can't.
Boy. And have ye a mind to be unbound?
Phil. Yes, yes, we are in great torments To lie thus.
Boy. Then, sir, you shall give me a piece, And your hat, because I have never A one, or else farewell.
Phil. Well, stay, here take it out of my pockets.
Boy. Yes, that I will do, before I unbind you, And your hat too. [Exit. [Pg 365]
Phil. The rogue's too nimble for me.
Mir. Well, Philidor, farewell, I must Go put On a clean handkerchief.
Phil. And I Must go see if I can find a believing Haberdasher, else I shall be very Ceremonious to every one I meet. [Exit.
Enter Fiddler.
Mir. A fiddle! nay, then I am made again; I'd have a dance, if I had nothing but my Smock on. Fiddler, strike up, and play my jig, Call'd, I care not a pin for any man.
Fid. Indeed I can't stay: I am going to Play to some gentlemen.
Mir. Nay, thou shalt stay But a little.
Fid. Give me half-a-crown then.
Mir. I have no money about me. But here, take My handkerchief. [Dance and Exit.
Enter Ortellus and Arbatus, as going into the
Duke's bed-chamber, and the Duke in bed.
Ort. So, I will keep the door, whilst you Dispatch him.
Arb. My lord, I find you truly noble. Why, duke; why, duke! I say. Methinks my voice should wake his guilty soul, Nothing but innocence can sleep secure; [Pg 366]Then why, good heaven, does he take Such rest? Awake, thou drowsy devil! Duke, my sister's Wrongs do call thee from thy sleep; methinks The sound of those should pierce thy ears. Why, duke!
Duke. What bold voice is that?
Arb. One that will be more Bold with you.
Duke. Who is't so impudent as To break my sleep?
Arb. 'Tis I, Arbatus, that Will put thee into a wonder.
Duke. Ha! what means That dagger in thy hands?
Arb. Canst thou ask that Question? it is to tickle thy false heart.
Duke. Ha, ha, ha! you jest, you jest.
Arb. What, Does the conceit on't make you laugh already? I was resolved to wake thee, before I sent thee to hell, because thou may'st know Of whose errand thou goest.
Duke. Come, come, leave Your foolery, lest you heat my blood.
Arb. If I do, I will let it out all, and that Will quickly cool it. I would give thee time To say thy prayers now, but that I know Thy sin to be so great, that heaven will Not pardon thee.
Enter Artabella.
Ort. Who's that?
Art. 'Tis I, my lord: Artabella. Let me in quickly, that I [Pg 367]May have one stab at his false heart, before My brother has put him past feeling.
Ort. And so thou shalt, brave girl.
Arb. Now, duke, good night to you, and the devil Send you good rest.
Art. Hold, brother.
Arb. Who's that?
Art. 'Tis I thy injur'd sister, come to make The first hole in that base duke's heart; it is My right.
Arb. Begin, begin then, that I may Make an end.
Art. Stay, brother, not too fast, Has he said his prayers?
Arb. His pray'rs! why none But the devil will hear them. Come, come, sister, Give me the dagger again; you waste time.
Art. And so I will, the duke shan't die.
Arb. How, not die?
Art. Not die, I say.
Arb. Then you are his whore all this while, and wou'd Have him live, that you may be so still.
Art. Brother, Another word so foul, I'll strike this dagger Through your heart, Therefore hear me speak. Know then, 'Tis I that cannot love the duke, which he Would never tell you, knowing 'twould make you angry With me.
Arb. Nay then I'll kill you for fooling A brother and your reputation thus.
Duke. Hold, Arbatus, she says it but to save My life. 'Tis I have fooled you both, therefore Strike here. [Pg 368]
Arb. And so I will, then.
Art. Hold, brother; Pull not a load of sins upon your head; 'Tis I have been to blame, indeed I have, With loving him too much.
Arb. Then thou shalt die.
Duke. Hold, sir, heaven will frown on you for ever, If you shed one drop of that pure blood; upon My word, 'tis I.
Arb. Keep not my tortur'd soul Thus in suspense. One of you tell me true, And that quickly too, else I will destroy You both, and that's the surest way not To mistake.
Duke. Then be assur'd 'tis I.
Art. Brother, 'Tis not, 'tis I.
Arb. Heyday! heyday! I know Not what to do or say. [Throws down his sword and goes away.
Ort. So, he is dead, I hope.
Arb. No more than you are.
Ort. How so?
Arb. Come, My lord, as you go, I'll tell you.
[Exeunt Arbatus and Ortellus.
Duke. O Artabella, why didst take my sin Upon thyself, hiding thy innocence With a face of guilt? My death had been not Punishment enough, because I have wrong'd So fair a life as yours. Which way to ask Forgiveness, I can't tell; there are no pardons for Such sins as mine; the only way to do Thee right, is this. [Offers to kill himself. [Pg 369]
Art. Hold, sir, my life Shall follow yours, if you strike.
Duke. Why would'st thou Have me live?
Art. Because I love you, sir.
Duke. And that's the only reason I would die.
Art. Why, would it be kindly done to show My eyes your blood?
Duke. Yes, far more kind than live, and show Thy heart no love. O Artabella, that thou wert My sister! Nothing but brother's love were then Thy due; and I could richly pay thee in That coin, a million more than ever brother did.
Art. Wou'd nature then had made me so, or else Had given me never a heart.
Duke. What wou'dst Thou have me do, poor Artabella?
Art. Nothing But love me, sir.
Duke. See, what thou doest ask A man, a god wou'd do; and yet I can't; 'Tis not thy want of beauty, but my fate. Angels themselves, to look upon thy face, Wou'd take a journey twice a day from heaven.
Art. If you would come, though far a shorter way, You shou'd be much more welcome.
Duke. Sweet tongue, lie still, offer no more such love, As gods themselves to have wou'd think a bliss, Since all thy kindness does but wound my heart, To see thine shipwreck'd in a sea of love, And cannot give it harbour in my breast.
Art. Sir, let me beg one thing of you then.
Duke. With all my soul, be it my dukedom, and 'Tis thine. [Pg 370]
Art. 'Tis no such great request; 'Tis only when you meet me, say: I hate Thee, Artabella.
Duke. Why, could that word please thee?
Art. No; but to hear it said by you, would bring My death, then I wou'd thank you for my rest. Would you not come unto my grave, sir?
Duke. O yes, and make thy coffin float with a sea Of tears.
Art. Fair sir, of what?
Duke. Of grief.
Art. O me! A sea of tears, and yet not one of love! Waste not such precious drops upon my grave, it will Not satisfy my hovering soul to see Your eyes drop pity without love. Farewell, sir. O for a grave, that were a resting place; Good heart, be kind, and break apace! [Exit.
Duke. Heaven love thee for me! Base Amphelia, Thou art the author of my horrid sin. [Exit.
Enter Philidor and Mirida.
Phil. Thou talk'st of sport, Mirida; if all the Sport we have had already with our lovers, Come not short of this, hang me. You say you have Invited them already to my funeral.
Mir. Yes, yes. [Philidor is laid out like a corpse.
Phil. So, so, methinks my body lies In great state, to see the tribe that will come By-and-by; here will be half a dozen [Pg 371]Chief mourners, which should have been my wives, and Some three or four sons and heirs, besides three Or four hopeful daughters; these, with The congregation of nurses, will howl me A pleasant dirge. Mirida, you being my Executrix, must carry yourself very gravely; Here's my will, which you must read to 'em; I'll be The priest myself. Hark, somebody knocks [Knocks within. At the gate.
Enter Boy.
Boy. Sir, they are all Come.
Phil. Let 'em in.—Now, Mirida, manage Your business well.
Mir. Let me alone, I'll warrant ye.
Enter Ladies and Nurse.
All Ladies. Ah! my poor dear, dear.
All Nurses. Ah! my poor dear master! ah, child, Cry for thy poor dad. [Kiss the hearse.
Phil. What a dog-kennel's here! how they howl! [Aside.
Mir. When The passions of your grief are over, pray Hear me speak, because it concerns you all.
Phil. Pox of thy gravity, Mirida. [Aside.
Mir. Nay, hold your tongue; if You set me once a laughing, I shall spoil Your funeral. [Aside.
Enter Pinguister and Lean-man.
So here comes my fat lover and my [Pg 372]Lean one! Welcome, gentlemen, I Was afraid I shou'd not have had your company.
Ping. Really, sweet lady, I have taken a purge To-day (as I do constantly, for love Of you) which has retarded me, By reason of its operation, neither can I say it has yet finished.
Mir. Sir, please you To sit down, and you, Master Pinguister.
Ping. Lady, I shall embrace your offer, and shall Press your chair. By my heart, madam, this chair Was fitter for a jackdaw than [for] me.
[Sits down and breaks the chair.
Nay, they make such chairs now-a-days, that had I A grudge to an upholsterer, I would Desire no greater revenge than to sit Down upon every chair in his shop.
Mir. Truly, Sir, I am sorry for your fall. Ladies and gentlewomen, pray give your Attention to my dear deceas'd cousin's Will. Poor young man! he was kill'd yesterday By a duel: He liv'd but two hours after he was hurt, Which time he made use of, to settle something On all you here, his worthy friends.
Omnes. A good young man.
Mir. Imprimis, I bequeath my soul, as other People use to do, and so my body.
Item, I give to Mistress Mary, for a reason that
she knows, £500. Item, £500 to Mistress Margaret,
for a reason she knows. Item, £500 to Mistress
Sarah, for a reason she knows. Item, £500 to
Mistress Martha, for a reason she knows. Item,
£500 to Mistress Alice, for a reason she knows.[Pg 373]
Item, £500 to Mistress Eleanor, for a reason she
knows. And so to all the rest. Item, To my
nurses, I leave each of them £20 a year apiece for
their lives, besides their arrears due to them for
nursing. These sums [speaks low] of money and
legacies I leave to be rais'd and paid out of my
manor of Constantinople, in which the Great Turk
is now tenant for life.
If they should hear how their legacies [Laughs aside. Are to be paid, how they'd fall a-drumming on His coffin!
Item, I leave to Master Pinguister, A very fat man.—
Ping. I am so.
Mir. An infallible Receipt to make him lean.
Ping. So I hope the Dead may do what the living cannot.
Mir. I leave to a certain lean gentleman, Whom I have seen in my cousin Mirida's Company, a sure receipt to make him fat.
Lean. I find he knew I was to marry his cousin.
Mir. I desire my body to be carried to the Grave by the six aforesaid gentlewomen.— So, ladies, now you have heard his will, Be pleased to take up the body: nurses, You are to follow next; now which o' you Will lead me?
Ping. I will, madam.
Lean. By my bones, but you shan't.
Ping. By my fat, but I will, sir.
Mir. Nay, gentlemen, pray, fall not out. Well, one Of you lead me one half of the way. [Exeunt.
Ping. Agreed, Sir, take you her hand first, [Pg 374]A very timely proposition, for my purge Works again. Save me! Whereabouts is the closet? [Goes out, and comes in again. What a loose must I run to overtake them Now! else I shall not lead my mistress the last Half-way. Deliver me from love and purges!
Enter all again with a coffin; Philidor and
Mirida shut them into the vault.
Phil. So, there let 'em converse with the dead a While; I would rather have 'em there than above Ground: here will I keep 'em till they have All quitted me under their hands and seals.
Mir. O, the sport that we shall have by-and-by! Well, but I must go home a little, my Father will miss me: where shall we meet Again?
Phil. Just here.
Mir. I will not fail. [Exeunt.
Enter Amarissa just arrived.
Ama. I'm come too late, and yet too soon am here, Since dear Zoranzo's death is now so near. On the same block with him I'll lay my head, That our two bodies may have but one bed. Thus are our nuptial joys decreed by fate, Our wedding and our burial bear one date. Sure, I'm the first of maids that ever gave Her body to her lover in a grave. Alas! in cold embraces we must meet, With icy kisses in a winding-sheet. Yet though this life denies us time to love, The other life will not so cruel prove; [Pg 375]Our souls so fast in lovers' knots we'll tie, That when the headsman strikes, they both shall fly, Twined in one another through the air, And be at rest, whilst other souls despair.
Enter Jailor.
This is the prison, And here's the jailor, I believe. Pray, sir, Do you belong unto the prison?
Jailor. Belong! Yes, I am the keeper of it.
Ama. Is not Here one Zoranzo a prisoner?
Jailor. Yes, But he won't be here long, for he is To die anon.
Ama. Ah me! sir, I am his Sister; pray help me to him, that I may speak With him before that cruel hour; I love Him so, that I must needs die with him; I'll Petition the duke that I may; sure, he'll not Deny me that request.
Jailor. I can tell you a way that you may be sure To have that favour granted.
Ama. Tell it me, and I'll thank ye.
Jailor. Why, if you'll try to convey him out of prison, As another lady has already, you may Bear them company too.
Ama. Why, has there any lady endeavour'd it?
Jailor. Yes, one that is his mistress, and they are Both to die together. [Pg 376]
Ama. Ha! what is't I hear? his mistress, say you?
Jailor. Yes, mistress; they both lie as contentedly By one another, as if they were not two.
Ama. Curse him, good heaven, ye cannot throw too many Curses on him. Here, jailor, take this, And let me speak with the prisoner.
Jailor. Madam, You shall.
Enter Zoranzo and Amphelia as in prison, in
chains.
Zor. Amarissa! are my eyes false, or is it Truly she?
Ama. Your eyes are true; but 'tis your heart that's false.
Zor. I am deceiv'd! that cannot be her tongue.
Ama. Should it speak otherwise to thee, I'd tear It out, devil, Zoranzo; cursed pair Of vipers, that in chains of death can practise Lust, as if no end were nigh. Do not My wrongs startle thy guilty soul, to think Of all the torments it must have, that could With so much falseness murder love? When thou Art gone to hell, as go thou must, 'twill be A task for all the devils there, To torture thee enough. Thy sin is such, Were I thy headsman, when thou com'st to die, I'd be a week a-cutting off thy head, 'Twixt every stroke I'd stop; and then I'd hollow Amarissa in thy ears; thy guilt would be An echo to my wrongs, and answer to My cry: wrong'd Amarissa; [Pg 377]Which injur'd name repeated to thy ears, Would make thy soul think hell not half such pain. Farewell, Zoranzo, I'll come to see your Head struck off, and your lady's.
Zor. Base Amarissa, that can conclude me False, because she saw this lady lie in Chains by me, and could not ask me how we Came together. Thus to revile me, and Not know the truth: I'll scorn to tell her now!
Enter Duke.
Ama. O sir, be pleas'd to hear a maid's petition, Though a stranger to you.
Duke. Fair maid, what is't?
Ama. Zoranzo that's condemn'd to die, may——
Duke. Not Live; if that be your request, pray do not Ask; I shan't grant it.
Ama. No, sir, 'tis that he May have a thousand deaths, instead of one; Or one that has more pain than thousands.
Duke. What makes you thus incens'd against him?
Ama. Heaven knows I have too much cause, sir. I have Lov'd him long, and the day he was your prisoner, Should have been our wedding. News being brought To me in my own country, that he was To die, in flying haste I took this tedious Journey; with sorrow and with joy I here Arrived; tears in my eyes for his approaching Death, smiles on my cheeks to think of dying With him; but when I came unto the prison gate I met the jailor, and he told me all, Then let me in, and to [Pg 378]Rejoice my eyes, I saw two devils lie In chains together, and not half so fast As chain'd in love. All my intended kisses then I chang'd Into as many curses on his heart, Which with my eyes I spoke as well as tongue.
Duke. Alas! poor injur'd maid, we must be one Another's Petitioners; thy fate is mine; That woman which you saw with him has prov'd As false to me, as he to you.
Ama. For heaven's Sake, sir, let 'em die both; no sight would please Us like their blood; the jailor Told me they lie as close together all day As if they were not two.
Duke. O, curse on 'em!
Ama. O, the devil take 'em! pray, sir, give order That they may be brought immediately To execution.
Duke. I will.
Ama. I'll go call the jailor, sir. [Steps to the prison.
Enter Jailor.
Duke. Jailor, let the prisoners be brought to Execution straight, I'll be there myself.
Ama. And I too, sir.
Duke. You shall; we'll go together. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.
Enter All Ladies, Nurses, Pinguister, and
Lean-man, as in the vault; Philidor as a Crier.
Phil.O yes, O yes, O yes! did any man hear tale [Pg 379]Or tidings of three nurses, called Three Flanders Mares, with three sucking colts?—
All Nurses. Hark, we are cried In the streets.
Phil. And also six maiden ladies, that should Have been married to a certain Promising gentleman?—
All Ladies. Devil! we are Cried too.
Phil. Also a very lean gentleman, That must be fatter before he's married?—
Lean-man. Hark, that is I?
Phil. And the hugest loss of All is one Master Pinguister, a lovely Fat gentleman, whom all that knew him, doubt him To be dead upon some privy-house; because He purged every day for love, by reason Mistress Mirida would not marry him till A certain measure that she[75] has will come About his waist—
Enter Mirida.
Ping. Crier, I am here, I am here.
Phil. If any can bring news of the six aforesaid Virgin ladies, or of the three Flanders nurses And colts, to one Master Philidor, a very Conscientious young man—
Omnes. A pox take him!
Phil. They shall be extremely paid for their pains. Again, if any can bring tidings of this Master Pinguister to Mistress Mirida, She will be very bountiful in her Reward: the poor soul weeps most bitterly [Pg 380]For him.
Ping. Does she so, poor wretch? [Cries aloud.] Prythee, good Crier, go tell her I am not dead, though I have been buried a great while in the Vault. Mercy of my bum-gut, my purge again?
Omnes. You nasty rogue, turn your breech out of the Gate then.
[Goes to do so, Philidor kicks him down, he
roars out.
Mir. Philidor, I have broke a vein With laughing, to hear thy rogueries. I'll call To Pinguister. Master Pinguister? My Love, my dear, sure, I hear thy voice?
Ping. Who's that, My dear female?
Mir. The same, fat love.
Ping. O, prythee raise me from the dead.
Phil. Well, ladies and gentlewomen, how d'ye Like your crier now?
Omnes. The devil take thee, was it you?
Phil. The very same.
2d Lady. Well, won't you let us out? pray howsoever, Take away this fat gentleman from us; For he has such a coming looseness, and 'Tis so dark here, that he has Shit upon every one of us.
Omnes. Well, but won't you let us out?
Phil. Yes, if you ladies would set your hands To this paper, to quit me as to all promises, I will; and also, my reverend nurses, You must set your hands to this discharge, [Pg 381]To quit me from all arrears of nursing: Else farewell t'ye—
Omnes. Well, well, stay; we will. [Set their hands.
Phil. So, now you may go take the air Again; there's the key to let yourselves out.
Omnes. A cheating rogue!
Phil. Come, Mirida, let's run away, for if They catch us, murder is the best we can Hope for. [Exit, with Mirida.
1st Nurse. They went this way; let's run after Them, some one way and some t'other. [Exeunt Women.
Ping. So you may, but if I run away, then Hang me; I am glad of my resurrection Howsoever. On my conscience, no green Carcase ever stunk as I did; to my best Remembrance I went to stool some Threescore times in the vault, ergo I was beaten threescore times; the Unmerciful nurses, with their huge Palm'd hands, every time I went to't, Play'd at hot-cockles[76] all the while upon My buttocks. Well, I hope I shall ne'er be Buried again whilst I live, and so with That prayer I'll go to bed.
Enter Mirida.
Mir. My dear fat love, little dost thou think how many Tears I have shed for all thy sufferings; that rogue Philidor put a trick upon us all.
Ping. Well, and has physic, heats, burial, Nor resurrection, made me yet lean [Pg 382]Enough to be thy husband? why, I have Lost as much grease as would furnish A whole city with candles for a twelvemonth And all for the love of thee, sweet Mirida. [Cries and sobs.
Mir. Dear love, come sit thee in my lap, And let me try if I can enclose thy world Of fat and love within these arms: See, I cannot nigh encompass my Desires by a mile.
Ping. How is my fat a rival to my joys! [Cries. Sure, I shall weep it all away.
Mir. Lie still, my babe, lie still and sleep, It grieves me sore to see thee weep: Wer't thou but leaner, I were glad; Thy fatness makes thy dear love sad. What a lump of love have I in my arms!
Ping. Nay, if I had not taken all these courses To dissolve myself into thy embraces, One would think my looking on thee Were enough; for I never see thee but I am like a fat piece of beef roasting At the fire, continually drop, drop, drop. There's ne'er a feature in thy face, or Part about thee, but has cost me many A pint of fat, with thinking on thee; And yet not to be lean enough for Thy husband—O fate! O fate! O fat! [She lets him fall.
Mir. O Lord, sir, I have let you fall, How shall I do to get you up again!
Ping. Nay, that is more than all the world can tell.
Mir. I'll e'en lie down by thee then.
Ping. Nay, [Pg 383]But prythee lie near me; thou hadst As good lie a league off, as that distance.
Mir. Were I thy wife, fat love, I would.
She sings.
My lodging upon the cold floor is, And wonderful hard is my fare, But that which troubles me more, is The fatness of my dear. Yet still I do cry, O, melt, love, And I prythee now melt apace; For thou art the man I should long for, If 'twere not for thy grease.
Pinguister sings.
Then prythee don't burden thy heart still, And be deaf to my pitiful moan; Since I do endure the smart still, And for my fat do groan; Then prythee now turn, my dear love, And I prythee now turn to me; For, alas! I am too fat still To roll so far to thee.
Mir. That were not modesty in me to turn To you; but if you can roll to me within This hour, I'll marry you in spite of all Your fat.
Ping. Agreed, then I shall gain thee yet; You must lie still then.
Mir. Yes, yes.
Ping. Sure, I am Sysiphus's stone, for as fast as I turn Over, I think I turn back again, else I Must needs have been come to my journey's end
By this time; for I am of such a breadth, That every roll I give I pass over An acre at least. Thou liest still, my love, Dost thou not?
Mir. Yes, I long to have thee here.
Ping. I doubt I shan't be with thee, though, This two hours.
Mir. Then my heart will break.
Ping. I'm sure mine will before I get to thee. O woman, O woman, O woman! They talk of woman in travail, I'm Sure I know a man in travail at This time, in more pain by half. [She rises and laughs at him.
Mir. Why, my most extreme fat ass, dost Thou not find that I have fool'd thee All this while?
Ping. Why, hast thou?
Mir. Yes, indeed have I.
Ping. O thou woman! may'st thou grow Fat, that thy breast and belly may Meet together, so that all the fat Hostesses in Christendom may appear But eels to thee.
Mir. Farewell, my lowly love.
Ping. Why, wilt thou not help me up, before You go?
Mir. What to do? to run heats again for love?
Ping. No, to fight with thee.
Mir. Fight with me? by this light, would we Had two swords. I'd have one pass At all thy tripes.
Enter Cutler with two swords.
Faith, and yonder's a fellow with two swords: Friend, lend me but thy swords one minute. [Pg 385]
Cut. I am going to carry them to two gentlemen.
Mir. O, this will not hinder thee; thou shalt See rare sport. Go, help that gentleman Up that lies yonder, and give that sword Into his hand. Come, are ye ready, sir?
Ping. Why, you dare fight then, it seems? Though thou art so ungodly a chit, as To say no prayers, before thou beginn'st, I will, I assure thee. Good—I pray and desire ye, if I Do miscarry in this duel, that I may Meet with no woman in the other World. Now, thou worst of females, Have at thee.
Mir. Come, I'll let out all your fat and love at One thrust. [Fight, and she disarms him. Now ask thy life, and confess thou art an ass.
Ping. I am an ass, and ask my life.
Mir. Then I, thy conquering Cæsar, take my leave With this conclusion: veni, vidi, vici. And so farewell. O fate, O love, O fat! [Exit.
Ping. After all my miseries, would I were Up again, else the next man that comes Will make a roller of me, for to roll Bowling-greens.
[Makes several attempts to rise, and at last gets up.
So, now I have a mile home at least, And every toilsome step I take, I will Curse women. [Exit.
Enter Zoranzo and Amphelia lying upon straw
together.
Zor. Most bless'd of women, I must tell you truth; And yet I fear that truth will—— [Pg 386]
Amph. Will what? I doubt he loves me— [Aside. Speak it, sir, nothing from you can Be unwelcome.
Zor. O yes, it will.
Amph. I'll warrant you; out with it, sir.
Zor. Then know, I——'Twill come no farther.
Amph. Unhappy man! 'tis so, he loves me. [Aside. O sir, I have sadder truth to tell to you Than yours can be to me——I dare not Speak it.
Zor. My fears are true; she loves me. [Aside. Pray tell me, what it is?
Amph. Tell yours first, sir.
Zor. Alas! you saw I tried, but could not get It past my lips.
Amph. If I should try, mine would not come so far.
Zor. Would I knew yours, I could tell it for you.
Amph. So could I yours, [and] yet I can't my own.
Zor. Alas! she loves me. [Aside.
Amph. Poor Zoranzo! I see he loves me. [Aside. But, sir, consider we are going to die; Let us die undeceiv'd in one another.
Zor. O, that some one that knows each of our hearts, Would hearken to our griefs, and bid An angel come and speak for both!
Enter Jailor.
Jailor. Come, have you done your discourse? you must go To execution. [Pg 387]
Zor. A little patience, jailor: [To her] see, we are Called unto our deaths, pray tell me, what You mean.
Amph. I cannot; first do you begin.
Zor. Nor I.
Amph. Let us tell both together then, that one May not blame the other.
Zor. Agreed: are you ready now to speak!
Amph. Yes—O no, I am not—well, now I am— Are you?
Zor. Yes, I am; begin—O, stay, I cannot yet.
Jailor. Come, come, I can give you no longer time.
Amph. Nay, then we must tell.
Zor. Poor Amphelia! 'tis Amarissa that I love.
Amph. O Zoranzo, I love the duke!
Zor. Then I am joy'd, I was afraid 'twas me You lov'd.
Amph. And so was I that you lov'd me. Now we shall both die happy, never was Two such friends as you and I.
Jailor. Come, come.
Amph. Good jailor, we go most willingly now. [Exeunt.
Enter as on a scaffold, Duke, Amarissa, Ortellus,
Zoranzo, Amphelia, Jailor, and Executioner.
Ama. Jailor, why didst thou let them stay so long?
Jailor. They had so much to say to one another, That still they begged one minute, and then Another. [Pg 388]
Ama. D'ye hear, sir? pray let the jailor Be turn'd out of his place, for letting them speak to One another.
Amph. See, Zoranzo, where they sit In triumph o'er our deaths.
Ama. S'life, sir, they are Whispering, d'ye see Yonder? Executioner, why don't you Strike off their heads, and let them whisper then. Sir, you're melancholy.
Duke. I am indeed.
Zor. Now, Amphelia, to heaven and you I truly Vow, my love is still the same to cruel Amarissa.
Amph. Heaven and you witness the same for me: My heart is still that undeserving duke's.
Exec. Come, which of you will die first?
Zor. Hast thou not Skill enough to strike our heads off together?
Ama. Executioner, let them not have that Satisfaction; pray, sir, let that woman Die first, that damned Zoranzo may have Two deaths; it will be one to him to see Her die; shall it be so, sir?
Duke. What you please.
Exec. Come, lady, you must lay down your head First, the duke says.
Amph. That word's the sharpest axe That I shall feel.
Exec. Have you said all? [Both kneel as at prayers.
Amph. To earth I have, But not to heaven. Farewell, dear friend, for one short minute.
Ama. S'life! jailor, will you Let them speak to one another again?
Amph. Executioner, now I am ready.
Duke. Hold, The prisoner shall die first.
Zor. With all my Heart, I am ready.
Duke. Nay, it is not you I mean, sir; rise; 'tis I that am the prisoner, I will make you a present, take your life, Your love; nay, and my dukedom too: and to Oblige you most of all, executioner, Strike off my head, for I am weary of it.
Amph. Not for ten thousand worlds, sir, Whate'er you mean.
Duke. Know then, I have lov'd you All this while, but seeing your hate so great to me, I have dissembled scorn to you. [She swoons. Why dost thou swoon, Amphelia?
Amph. Did not I hear some voice just now, That said the duke does love me still?
Duke. Thou didst; 'twas he himself that said so.
Amph. If 'twere from heaven, good heaven, say it again!
Duke. 'Twas I myself, I tell thee—and I will Ne'er speak another word, if that displease thee.
Amph. O, I am in heaven then, it seems, and 'tis Some god that is telling me how the duke Loved me still.
Duke. Dear Amphelia, 'tis I That loves thee, tells thee so.
Amph. Hark, now there is a god that says he loves Me too; blest god, I'm sorry if you do. Since I have heard the duke does love me still, [Pg 390]He must be your rival, indeed I cannot Help it. O, let me fly down to the earth Again, only to hear him say he loves me. I cannot promise when I shall return: That very word from him would keep me there.
Duke. I must answer her no more: they say 'Twill keep 'em longer in a trance. [He rubs her.
Ort. I am but in a scurvy condition now, if She comes to life again, for they will Examine one another, how the mistake Came between them, and then I am Sure it must come to light. [Aside.
Amph. Who's that,—duke Archimedes?
Duke. The same, sweet angel.
Amph. O sir, I am come from heaven to see you, Since there I heard you love me still.
Duke. Dear Amphelia, thou hast dream'd all this while; Heaven, 'tis true, is where thou art, but 'twas My voice that said I love thee.
Amph. Was not my head struck off just now?
Duke. Canst thou ask that, while I have A head and heart?
Amph. Why, have you lov'd me still?
Duke. With as much truth as ever lover did.
Amph. So have I you with equal constancy.
Ama. Well, sir, now you are satisfied, pray let Me be so too, and let Zoranzo's head Be struck off quickly, I see he's mean as well as false, to quit Me for a woman that does not love him.
Amph. Hold, Amarissa, hear me speak, before Zoranzo dies; and be assur'd he loves You still.
Ama. Would you deceive me too?
Amph. Indeed I don't; when we were going to die, [Pg 391]You may remember that we whispered, Then we called heaven and ourselves to witness, That both our loves were true, Mine to Archimedes, and his to you.
Ama. You can forgive me, sir? [Kneels.
Zor. I cannot answer yet; Thy civility has took away my speech.
Duke. Dear Amphelia, how came this sad mistake 'Twixt you and I?
Amph. I'll tell you, sir, in part; When you were in this last war, my woman Receiv'd a letter from one of the gentlemen Of your chamber, wherein he did assure Her that you had a new mistress in that Country, and therefore bid her tell me Of it, that I might by degrees wean my Affections from so false a man as you.
Duke. Here has been some foul play; for this very man You spoke of, receiv'd a letter from your woman, Wherein she bid him assure me, that you Were prov'd false in my absence, and lov'd my Cousin Ortellus. Guard, go fetch them both Hither immediately; they shall die Without mercy.
Ort. Nay, then, I had as good Discover, 'twill fall th' heavier on me else. Sir, let the guard stay, And I will tell you all. 'Tis I have sow'd the seeds of this mistake. I long have lov'd Amphelia, for which cause I tried this way to draw her heart from you. I knew this gentleman of your bed-chamber Was in love with Amphelia's woman, Therefore I brib'd her to write to him, To assure the duke that Amphelia lov'd me, [Pg 392]And that she should also charge him, to write Another letter to her, wherein he Should complain of the duke's falling in love With another woman in that country. I knew your spirits both to be so great that Neither of you would stoop to one another, When you were both possess'd of either's falseness: And so it prov'd. For when the duke heard you lov'd me, he brought A fair new mistress over with him, to Let you see he did contemn you; and so Amphelia, sir, when she heard you lov'd Another, assur'd me then that she lov'd me, Which now I see was only to make you Think how much she scorn'd you, though still her heart Was true, and so was yours. Now, sir, I humbly beg your pardon.
Duke. 'Twill be in vain, my lord; I cannot grant it. O Amphelia, how many hours of joy We two have lost!
Amph. Base lord!
Enter Artabella.
Art. O sir, I heard that people were to die To-day; let me be one, I pray.
Amph. Not for The world, sweet innocent.
Art. O madam, you are she The duke loves. Pray spare your pity, sir; can You have the heart to let me live, and see You married to another?
Amph. Have patience, Sweet young maid, I will not marry him; you won't Blame me, if I love him, though? [Pg 393]
Art. No; For then I should condemn my fault in you.
Duke. But sure, Amphelia, you did but jest, In telling her you would not marry me?
Amph. Indeed, sir, I am in earnest; consider It is but justice; she loves you as well As I: her heart was quiet till you troubled It.
Duke. All this is true; but how will your Love show, if you refuse to marry me?
Amph. Not less at all, but make my pity more.
Duke. If I would marry her, I can't believe, That she would be thus kind to you.
Amph. Yes, I dare say she would; ask her and try.
Duke. Well, Artabella, will you marry me?
Art. You never hated me till now; can you Believe I'd wrong so blest a woman as Amphelia?
Amph. See, sir, would it be justice now in me? She will not wound my heart; should I kill hers?
Duke. But consider, 'tis you I love, not her.
Amph. That's her misfortune, sir, yet she deserves. As much as I: I can but love you, so Does she.
Duke. Dear Amphelia, marry me.
Amph. I cannot Out of pity, sir.
Duke. Talk not of pity, if Thou wilt show me none.
Amph. My pity is her due: My love is yours.
Duke. O Amphelia, this was A cruel way to make me happy. Thou'st Better still have kept my joys unknown, than let [Pg 394]The knowing of it be my death. Once more, My dear Amphelia, marry me.
Amph. Do not Petition her; you may command in any Thing but this.
Duke. Monster of villains, thou hast caus'd All this! Executioner, immediately strike Off his head.
Ort. I'm sure you will not let me die.
Duke. Impudent villain, dispatch him straight.
Ort. Hold, sir, 'tis only I can make you Three happy, which if you do not confess, When you have heard me speak, then let me die.
Duke. Well, let's hear it.
Ort. Promise me my life First, if I do.
Duke. Well, you shall have it.
Ort. Then know, the lady Artabella is Your sister.
Duke. Ha!
Ort. I say, your sister; You do remember that you had one once?
Duke. Yes, I do, but she was lost at three years old.
Ort. 'Tis true it was thought so; but thus it is:— When 'twas reported you were slain in th' battle, I straight convey'd away this lady, then A child, because she should not stand 'twixt me And the dukedom. I being then acquainted With the mother to Arbatus, I brought This lady, and gave her a sum of money, T' adopt her for her child. With willingness My offer she embrac'd, the more, because Her son Arbatus had been lost about Seven years, thought to have been cast away At sea, though afterwards returned home: I had enjoin'd her secrecy, which she [Pg 395]Kept, therefore she told Arbatus 'twas his Sister.
Enter Arbatus.
Duke. And is she then my sister? O Arbatus, welcome, welcome! I've a crowd Of joys about my heart to tell thee.
Arb. What! that you have broken my sister's heart?
Duke. Thou hast no sister; 'tis I [that] possess that Blessing; Artabella is my sister. How blest a sound is sister to my ears! I'll give command no other word but sister Shall be spoke throughout my dukedom; I'll have it Taught to infants; so that when nature lends Their sucking tongues a means to speak one word, They shall all babble sister, 'stead of nurse. I'll have the name engrav'd in gold [up]on Every post and pillar in the streets, and passers- By shall worship it.
Arb. I am amazed.
Enter Philidor and Mirida.
Duke. Welcome, Philidor.
Phil. I am glad To see joy in your looks again, sir; The time is long since I have seen you smile.
Duke. Philidor, all that is joy I have within This breast; it overflows And runs into my eyes. This is my sister! (O, what a word is sister!) and this my dear [Pg 396]And true Amphelia. Come, Mirida shall be thine to-day too. [To Philidor.
Mir. Hold, sir, I forbid that banns.
Phil. Troth, so do I too; you always Take the words out of my mouth. You and I marry, quotha!
Mir. No, faith, we'll be hang'd first. I'd Rather hear a long sermon, than Hear a parson ask me: Mirida, Will you have this man for your Wedded husband, to have and to hold, From this day forward, and so forth.
Phil. Right, for better for worse, in Sickness or in health.
Mir. Ay, and perhaps after we have been Married half a year, one's Husband falls into a deep consumption, And will not do one the favour to Die neither, then we must be Ever feeding him with caudles. O, from a husband in a consumption Deliver me!
Phil. And think how weary I should be Of thee, Mirida, when once we were Chain'd together: the very name of Wife would be a vomit to me: then Nothing but, where's my wife? call My wife to dinner, call my wife to supper; And then at night, come, wife, will you Go to bed?
Mir. Ay, and that would be so troublesome To be call'd by one's husband every night To go to bed. O, that dull, dull Name of husband!
Duke. Indeed you two are well met, The world has not two more such, I am confident. [Pg 397]
Mir. The more the pity, sir.
Phil. No, sir, if you please, never propose Marrying to us, till both of us have Committed such faults as are death By the law; then instead of Hanging us, marry us.
Mir. And then you shall hear how Earnestly we shall petition your Highness to be hang'd rather than Married.
Duke. No man can judge which is the Wildest of these two. Now, brave Arbatus, in all my dukedom There is but one gift worthy thy Receiving, and that's my sister; Here, sir, take her as freely as heaven Gave her me.
Arb. D'ye forgive me, sir?
Duke. Or not myself, Arbatus. This day Hymen shall light his torch for all.
Phil. With your pardon, sir, not for me And my female?
Mir. No, faith, I'll blow it out, If he does.
Art. Sir, though in my own desires I should have chose the man that you have given me, Yet I beg we may not marry yet; we have Call'd brother and sister so long, that yet We needs must think we are so still.
Arb. Pray, madam, Let's think so as little a while as we can, That fancy may not keep my joy in prison.
Duke. Let's to the temple now, and there thank Heaven for these unexpected joys. Each day the gods shall lend me in this life, I'll thank them for a sister and a wife. [Exeunt.
Historia Histrionica. An Historical Account of the English-Stage;
showing the Ancient Uses, Improvement, and Perfection
of Dramatic Representations, in this Nation. In
a Dialogue, of Plays and Players.—Olim meminisse
juvabit. London. Printed by G. Croom, for William
Haws, at the Rose in Ludgate-Street. 1699. 8o.
This tract is said to have been the production of
James Wright of New Inn, afterwards of the Middle
Temple, Barrister-at-Law, who was the son of Abraham
Wright, a well-known miscellaneous writer (1645-70).
The former was the author of "The Antiquities of Rutlandshire,"
and some poems; particularly (1) "An
Essay on the Present Ruins of St Paul's Cathedral." To
which is annexed, "The Misfortunes of St Paul's
Cathedral," in heroic verse, 4o. 1668; reprinted with
two other poems under the title of (2) "Three poems
of St Paul's Cathedral; viz., The Ruins, The Rebuilding,
The Choire,[77] Fo. 1697," and (3) "Phœnix Paulina,
a Poem on St Paul's Cathedral, 4o. 1709."[78] He was
alive in 1710, being mentioned by Mr Hearne in his
preface to Leland's "Itinerary," in this manner; "I
could have supply'd more Lacunæ, and in all likelyhood
have render'd this performance more perfect, if I had
had the use of a very good transcript of Mr Leland's
'Itinerary,' taken about the time of Queen Elizabeth
(before the originals took wet, as is suppos'd) and
was formerly in possession of James Wright, of the
Middle Temple, Esq., the worthy author of the 'Antiquities
of Rutlandshire;' but this, with a multitude of
other valuable curiosities, was unhappily burned in the
fire at the Middle Temple, in the year 1698, as Mr
Wright has been pleased to inform me." Anthony
Wood says, he wrote an elegy on the death of Mr John
Goad, Master of Merchant Taylor's School, who died
1689. (See Wood's "Athenæ," vol. i. p. 839.)
Much has been writ of late pro and con about the stage,
yet the subject admits of more, and that which has not
been hitherto touched upon; not only what that is, but
what it was, about which some people have made such
a bustle. What it is we see, and I think it has been
sufficiently displayed in Mr Collier's book; what it was
in former ages, and how used in this kingdom, so far
back as one may collect any memorials, is the subject
of the following dialogue. Old plays will be always
read by the curious, if it were only to discover the
manners and behaviour of several ages, and how they
altered. For plays are exactly like portraits, drawn in
the garb and fashion of the time when painted. You
see one habit in the time of Charles I., another quite
different from that, both for men and women, in
Queen Elizabeth's time; another under Henry VIII.
different from both; and so backward, all various.
And in the several fashions of behaviour and conversation
there is as much mutability as in that of clothes.
Religion and religious matters were once as much the[Pg 402]
mode in public entertainments as the contrary has been
in some times since. This appears in the different plays
of several ages: and to evince this the following sheets
are an essay or specimen.
Some may think the subject of this discourse trivial,
and the persons herein mentioned not worth remembering.
But besides that I could name some things
contested of late with great heat, of as little or less consequence,
the reader may know that the profession of
players is not so totally scandalous, nor all of them so
reprobate, but that there has been found under that
name a canonised saint in the primitive church, as may
be seen in the "Roman Martyrology" on the 29th March:
his name Masculas, a master of interludes (the Latin is
Archimimus, and the French translation un Maître comedien)
who, under the persecution of the Vandals in
Africa by Geisericus the Aryan king, having endured
many and grievous torments and reproaches for the
confession of the truth, finished the course of this glorious
combat, saith the said "Martyrology."
It appears from this and some further instances in
the following discourse, that there have been players of
worthy principles as to religion, loyalty, and other virtues;
and if the major part of them fall under a different
character, it is the general unhappiness of mankind,
that the most are the worst.
FOOTNOTES:
[79] This preface was omitted by Mr Reed, probably because
his copy was not perfect. It is reprinted from the first edition
in 1699, which the former editor had not been able to procure.—Collier.
Love. Honest old cavalier, well met! faith,
I'm glad to see thee.
True. Have a care what you call me: old is a
word of disgrace among the ladies; to be honest
is to be poor and foolish (as some think); and
cavalier is a word as much out of fashion as any
of 'em.
Love. The more's the pity. But what said the
fortune-teller in Ben Jonson's "Masque of Gipsies,"
to the then Lord Privy Seal?—
Honest and old! In those the good part of a fortune is told.
True. Ben Jonson! how dare you name Ben
Jonson in these times, when we have such a
crowd of poets of a quite different genius, the
least of which thinks himself as well able to correct
Ben Jonson as he could a country schoolmistress
that taught to spell!
Love. We have, indeed, poets of a different
genius, so are the plays; but, in my opinion, they
are all of 'em (some few excepted) as much inferior
to those of former times, as the actors now in[Pg 404]
being (generally speaking) are, compared to Hart,
Mohun, Burt, Lacy, Clun, and Shatterel; for I
can reach no farther backward.
True. I can, and dare assure you, if my fancy
and memory are not partial (for men of my age
are apt to be over-indulgent to the thoughts of
their youthful days), I say the actors that I have
seen before the wars—Lowin, Taylor, Pollard, and
some others—were almost as far beyond Hart and
his company as those were beyond these now in
being.
Love. I am willing to believe it, but cannot
readily; because I have been told that those
whom I mentioned were bred up under the others
of your acquaintance, and followed their manner
of action, which is now lost: so far that, when
the question has been asked why these players do
not revive the "Silent Woman" and some other
of Jonson's plays (once of highest esteem), they
have answered, "Truly, because there are none
now living who can rightly humour those parts;
for all who related to the Blackfriars (where they
were acted in perfection) are now dead and almost
forgotten."
True. 'Tis very true, Hart and Clun were bred
up boys at the Blackfriars, and acted women's
parts. Hart was Robinson's boy or apprentice;
he acted the Duchess in the tragedy of the "Cardinal,"
which was the first part that gave him
reputation. Cartwright and Wintershal belonged
to the Private House in Salisbury Court; Burt
was a boy, first under Shank at the Blackfriars,
then under Beeston at the Cockpit; and Mohun
and Shatterel were in the same condition with
him at the last place. There Burt used to play
the principal women's parts, in particular Clariana,
in "Love's Cruelty;" and at the same time[Pg 405]
Mohun acted Bellamente, which part he retained
after the Restoration.
Love. That I have seen, and can well remember.
I wish they had printed in the last age (so
I call the times before the Rebellion) the actors'
names over against the parts they acted, as they
have done since the Restoration, and thus one
might have guessed at the action of the men by
the parts which we now read in the old plays.
True. It was not the custom and usage of those
days, as it hath been since. Yet some few old
plays there are that have the names set against
the parts, as "The Duchess of Malfy," "The
Picture," "The Roman Actor," "The Deserving
Favourite," "The Wild-Goose Chase" (at the
Blackfriars), "The Wedding," "The Renegado,"
"The Fair Maid of the West," "Hannibal
and Scipio," "King John and Matilda" (at the
Cockpit), and "Holland's Leaguer" (at Salisbury
Court).
Love. These are but few indeed. But pray, sir,
what master-parts can you remember the old
Blackfriar's men to act in Jonson, Shakespeare,
and Fletcher's plays?
True. What I can at present recollect, I'll tell
you. Shakespeare (who, as I have heard, was a
much better poet than player), Burbage, Hemmings,
and others of the older sort, were dead
before I knew the town; but in my time, before
the wars, Lowin used to act with mighty applause
Falstaff, Morose, Volpone, and Mammon
in the "Alchymist," Melantius in the "Maid's
Tragedy;" and at the same time Amyntor was
played by Stephen Hammerton (who was at first a
most noted and beautiful woman-actor, but afterwards
he acted with equal grace and applause a
young lover's part); Taylor acted Hamlet incom[Pg 406]parably
well; Jago, Truewit in the "Silent
Woman," and Face in the "Alchymist." Swanston
used to play Othello. Pollard and Robinson were
comedians; so was Shank, who used to act Sir
Roger in the "Scornful Lady:" these were of
Blackfriars. Those of principal note at the
Cockpit were Perkins, Michael Bowyer, Sumner,
William Allan, and Bird, eminent actors, and
Robins, a comedian. Of the other companies I
took little notice.
Love. Were there so many companies?
True. Before the wars there were in being all
these play-houses at the same time. The Blackfriars
and Globe on the Bank-side, a winter and
summer house, belonging to the same company,
called the King's Servants; the Cockpit or Phœnix,
in Drury Lane, called the Queen's Servants; the
Private House, in Salisbury Court, called the
Prince's Servants; the Fortune, near Whitecross
Street;[80] and the Red Bull, at the upper end of St
[Pg 407]John's Street: the two last were mostly frequented
by citizens and the meaner sort of people. All
these companies got money, and lived in reputation,
especially those of the Blackfriars, who were
men of grave and sober behaviour.
Love. Which I admire at; that the town, much
less than at present, could then maintain five
companies, and yet now two can hardly subsist.
True. Do not wonder, but consider that, though
the town was then, perhaps, not much more than
half so populous as now, yet then the prices were
small (there being no scenes), and better order kept
among the company that came; which made very
good people think a play an innocent diversion for
an idle hour or two, the plays themselves being
then, for the most part, more instructive and
moral. Whereas, of late, the play-houses are so
extremely pestered with vizard-masks and their
trade (occasioning continual quarrels and abuses),
that many of the more civilised part of the
town are uneasy in the company, and shun the
theatre as they would a house of scandal. It is an
argument of the worth of the plays and actors of the
last age, and easily inferred, that they were much
beyond ours in this, to consider that they could
support themselves merely from their own merit,
the weight of the matter, and goodness of the action,
without scenes and machines; whereas the
present plays, with all that show, can hardly draw
an audience, unless there be the additional invitation
of a Signer Fedeli, a Monsieur l'Abbé, or
some such foreign regale expressed in the bottom
of the bill.
Love. To waive this digression, I have read of
one Edward Alleyn, a man so famed for excellent
action, that among Ben Jonson's epigrams I find[Pg 408]
one directed to him, full of encomium, and concluding
thus—
Wear this renown; 'tis just that who did give So many poets life, by one should live.
Was he one of the Blackfriars?
True. Never as I have heard (for he was dead
before my time). He was master of a company
of his own, for whom he built the Fortune Playhouse
from the ground, a large round brick
building. This is he that grew so rich, that he
purchased a great estate in Surrey and elsewhere;
and having no issue, he built and largely endowed
Dulwich College in the year 1619[81], for a master, a
warden, four fellows, twelve aged poor people,
and twelve poor boys, &c. A noble charity!
Love. What kind of play-houses had they before
the wars?
True. The Blackfriars, Cockpit, and Salisbury
Court were called private houses, and were very
small to what we see now. The Cockpit was
standing since the Restoration, and Rhodes's company
acted there for some time.
Love. I have seen that.
True. Then you have seen the other two in
effect, for they were all three built almost exactly
alike for form and bigness. Here they had pits
for the gentry, and acted by candlelight. The
Globe, Fortune, and Bull were large houses, and
lay partly open to the weather, and there they
always acted by daylight.
Love. But prythee, Trueman, what became of
these players when the stage was put down, and
the Rebellion raised?
True. Most of them, except Lowin, Taylor, and
Pollard (who were superannuated) went into the
king's army, and, like good men and true, served their
old master, though in a different, yet more honourable
capacity. Robinson was killed at the taking
of a place (I think Basing House) by Harrison, he
that was after hanged at Charing Cross, who refused
him quarter, and shot him in the head
when he had laid down his arms; abusing Scripture
at the same time in saying, Cursed is he that
doth the work of the Lord negligently. Mohun was
a captain, and (after the wars were ended here)
served in Flanders, where he received pay as a
major. Hart was a lieutenant of horse under Sir
Thomas Dallison, in Prince Rupert's regiment;
Burt was cornet in the same troop, and Shatterel
quartermaster. Allen of the Cockpit was a major,
and quartermaster-general at Oxford. I have not
heard of one of these players; of any note that
sided with the other party, but only Swanston;
and he professed himself a Presbyterian, took up
the trade of a jeweller, and lived in Aldermanbury,
within the territory of Father Calamy. The rest
either lost or exposed their lives for their king.
When the wars were over, and the Royalists
totally subdued, most of 'em who were left alive
gathered to London, and for a subsistence endeavoured
to revive their old trade privately. They
made up one company out of all the scattered
members of several; and in the winter before the
king's murder, 1648, they ventured to act some
plays, with as much caution and privacy as could
be, at the Cockpit. They continued undisturbed
for three or four days; but at last, as they were
presenting the tragedy of the "Bloody Brother"
(in which Lowin acted Aubery: Taylor, Rollo;
Pollard, the Cook; Burt, Latorch; and, I think,[Pg 410]
Hart, Otto), a party of foot-soldiers beset the
house, surprised 'em about the middle of the
play,[82] and carried 'em away in their habits, not
admitting them to shift, to Hatton House, then a
prison, where, having detained them some time,
they plundered them of their clothes, and let 'em
loose again. Afterwards, in Oliver's time, they
used to act privately, three or four miles, or more,
out of town, now here, now there: sometimes in
noblemen's houses, in particular, Holland House
at Kensington, where the nobility and gentry who
met (but in no great numbers) used to make
a sum for them, each giving a broad piece, or
the like. And Alexander Goffe, the woman-actor
at Blackfriars (who had made himself known to
persons of quality), used to be the jackal, and give
notice of time and place. At Christmas and Bartholomew
Fair, they used to bribe the officer who
commanded the guard at Whitehall, and were
thereupon connived at to act for a few days at the
Red Bull,[83] but were sometimes, notwithstanding,
[Pg 411]disturbed by soldiers. Some picked up a little
money by publishing the copies of plays never
before printed, but kept up in manuscript. For
instance, in the year 1652, Beaumont and Fletcher's
"Wild-Goose Chase" was printed in folio, for the
public use of all the ingenious, as the title-page
says, and private benefit of John Lowin and Joseph
Taylor, servants to his late majesty; and by them
dedicated to the honoured few lovers of dramatic
poesy, wherein they modestly intimate their wants,
and that with sufficient cause; for whatever they
were before the wars, they were after reduced to a
necessitous condition. Lowin, in his latter days,
kept an inn, the Three Pigeons at Brentford, where
he died very old, for he was an actor of eminent
note in the reign of King James I.; and his poverty
was as great as his age. Taylor died at Richmond,
and was there buried. Pollard, who lived single,
and had a competent estate, retired to some relations
he had in the country, and there ended his
life. Perkins and Sumner of the Cockpit kept
[Pg 412]house together at Clerkenwell, and were there
buried. These all died some years before the Restoration;
what followed after, I need not tell you;
you can easily remember.
Love. Yes; presently after the Restoration,
the king's players acted publicly at the Red Bull
for some time, and then removed to a new-built
play-house in Vere Street, by Clare Market. There
they continued for a year or two, and then removed
to the Theatre Royal in Drury Lane, where they
first made use of scenes, which had been a little
before introduced upon the public stage by Sir
William Davenant, at the Duke's Old Theatre in
Lincoln's-Inn-Fields, but afterwards very much
improved, with the addition of curious machines,
by Mr Betterton, at the New Theatre in Dorset
Garden, to the great expense and continual charge
of the players. This much impaired their profit
o'er what it was before; for I have been informed
by one of 'em, that for several years next after the
Restoration every whole sharer in Mr Hart's company
got £1000 per ann. About the same time
that scenes first entered upon the stage at London,
women were taught to act their own parts; since
when we have seen at both houses several actresses,
justly famed, as well for beauty as perfect good
action. And some plays, in particular the "Parson's
Wedding," have been presented all by women,
as formerly all by men. Thus it continued for
about twenty years, when Mr Hart, and some of the
old men, began to grow weary, and were minded
to leave off. Then the two companies thought fit
to unite; but of late, you see, they have thought it
no less fit to divide again, though both companies
keep the same name of His Majesty's Servants. All
this while the play-house music improved yearly,
and is now arrived to greater perfection than ever[Pg 413]
I knew it. Yet for all these advantages, the reputation
of the stage and people's affection to it are
much decayed. Some were lately severe against
it, and would hardly allow stage-plays fit to be
longer permitted. Have you seen Mr Collier's
book?
True. Yes, and his opposers'.
Love. And what think you?
True. In my mind, Mr Collier's reflections are
pertinent, and true in the main; the book ingeniously
wrote, and well intended; but he has overshot
himself in some places, and his respondents
perhaps in more. My affection inclines me not to
engage on either side, but rather mediate. If
there be abuses relating to the stage—which, I
think, is too apparent—let the abuse be reformed,
and not the use, for that reason only, abolished.
'Twas an old saying, when I was a boy—
Absit abusus, non desit totaliter usus.
I shall not run through Mr Collier's book; I will
only touch a little on two or three general notions,
in which, I think, he may be mistaken. What he
urges out of the primitive councils and fathers of
the Church seems to me to be directed against the
heathen plays, which were a sort of religious worship
with them, to the honour of Ceres, Flora, or
some of their false deities. They had always a
little altar on their stages, as appears plain enough
from some places in Plautus. And Mr Collier
himself, p. 235, tells us out of Livy that plays
were brought in, upon the score of religion, to
pacify the gods. No wonder, then, they forbid
Christians to be present at them, for it was almost
the same as to be present at their sacrifices. We
must also observe that this was in the infancy of
Christianity, when the Church was under severe[Pg 414]
and almost continual persecutions, and when all its
true members were of most strict and exemplary
lives, not knowing when they should be called to
the stake, or thrown to wild beasts. They communicated
daily, and expected death hourly; as
their thoughts were intent upon the next world,
they abstained almost wholly from all diversions
and pleasures (though lawful and innocent) in this.
Afterwards, when persecution ceased, and the
Church flourished, Christians, being then freed from
their former terrors, allowed themselves, at proper
times, the lawful recreations of conversations, and
among other, no doubt, this of shows and representations.
After this time, the censures of the
Church indeed might be continued or revived upon
occasion against plays and players; though, in my
opinion, it cannot be understood generally, but
only against such players who were of vicious and
licentious lives, and represented profane subjects,
inconsistent with the morals and probity of manners
requisite to Christians, and frequented chiefly
by such loose and debauched people as were much
more apt to corrupt than divert those who associated
with them. I say, I cannot think the canons
and censures of the fathers can be applied to all
players, quatenus players; for if so, how could
plays be continued among the Christians, as they
were, of divine subjects and scriptural stories? A
late French author, speaking of the Hotel de Bourgogne,
a play-house in Paris, says that the ancient
dukes of that name gave it to the Brotherhood of
the Passion, established in the church of Trinity
Hospital, in the Rue St Denis, on condition that
they should represent here interludes of devotion;
and adds, that there have been public shows in
this place six hundred years ago. The Spanish
and Portuguese continue still to have, for the most[Pg 415]
part, such ecclesiastical stories for the subject of
their plays; and if we may believe Gage, they are
acted in their churches in Mexico and the Spanish
West Indies.
Love. That's a great way off, Trueman; I had
rather you would come nearer home, and confine
your discourse to Old England.
True. So I intend. The same has been done
here in England; for otherwise, how comes it to
be prohibited in the 88th Canon, among those
passed in convocation, 1603? Certain it is that
our ancient plays were of religious subjects, and
had for their actors, if not priests, yet men relating
to the Church.
Love. How does that appear?
True. Nothing clearer. Stow, in his "Survey
of London," has one chapter Of the Sports and Pastimes
of old time used in this City; and there he
tells us, that in the year 1391, which was 15
Richard II., a stage-play was played by the parish
clerks of London, at the Skinner's Well beside
Smithfield, which play continued three days together,
the king, queen, and nobles of the realm
being present. And another was played in the
year 1409, 11 Henry IV., which lasted eight days,
and was of matter from the creation of the world,
whereat were present most part of the nobility
and gentry of England. Sir William Dugdale, in
his "Antiquities of Warwickshire," p. 116, speaking
of the Grayfriars or Franciscans at Coventry,
says: "Before the suppression of the monasteries,
this city was very famous for the pageants that
were played therein upon Corpus-Christi Day;
which pageants, being acted with mighty state
and reverence by the friars of this house, had
theatres for the several scenes very large and
high, placed upon wheels, and drawn to all the[Pg 416]
eminent parts of the city, for the better advantage
of the spectators, and contained the story
of the New Testament, composed in old English
rhyme." An ancient manuscript of the same is
now to be seen in the Cottonian Library, Sub
Effig. Vesp. D. 8. Since the Reformation, in
Queen Elizabeth's time, plays were frequently
acted by quiristers and singing-boys; and several
of our old comedies have printed in the title-page,
"acted by the children of Paul's" (not the school,
but the church); others, "by the children of
her majesty's chapel:" in particular, "Cynthia's
Revels" and "The Poetaster" were played by
them, who were at that time famous for good
action. Among Ben Jonson's epigrams you may
find an epitaph on S. P. (Sal. Pavy), one of the
children of Queen Elizabeth's chapel, part of
which runs thus—
Years he counted scarce thirteen, When fates turn'd cruel, Yet three fill'd zodiacs he had been The stage's jewel; And did act (what now we moan) Old men so duly, As, sooth, the Parcæ thought him one, He play'd so truly.
Some of these chapel-boys, when they grew
men, became actors at the Blackfriars; such were
Nathan. Field[84] and John Underwood. Now I
[Pg 417]can hardly imagine that such plays and players as
these are included in the severe censure of the
councils and fathers; but such only who are truly
within the character given by Didacus de Tapia, cited
by Mr Collier, p. 276, viz., The infamous playhouse;
a place of contradiction to the strictness and sobriety
of religion; a place hated by God, and haunted by the
devil. And for such I have as great an abhorrence
as any man.
Love. Can you guess of what antiquity the representing
of religious matters on the stage hath
been in England?
True. How long before the Conquest, I know
not, but that it was used in London not long after,
appears by Fitz-Stephen, an author who wrote in
[Pg 418]the reign of King Henry the Second.[85] His words
are, Londonia pro spectaculis theatralibus, pro ludis
scenicis, ludos habet sanctiores, representationes miraculorum,
quæ sancti confessores operati sunt, seu repræsentationes
passionum quibus claruit constantia
martyrum. Of this the manuscript which I lately
mentioned, in the Cottonian library, is a notable
instance. Sir William Dugdale cites this manuscript
by the title of Ludus Coventriæ; but in the
printed Catalogue of that library, p. 113, it is
named thus, A Collection of Plays in Old English
Metre; h. e. Dramata sacra, in quibus exhibentur
historiæ Veteris et N. Testamenti, introductis quasi
in scenam personis illic memoratis, quas secum invicem
colloquentes pro ingenio fingit poeta. Videntur olim
coram populo, sive ad instruendum, sive ad placendum,
a fratribus mendicantibus repræsentata. It appears
by the latter end of the prologue, that these plays
or interludes were not only played at Coventry,
but in the other towns and places upon occasion.
And possibly this may be the same play which
Stow tells us was played in the reign of King
Henry IV., which lasted for eight days. The book
seems by the character and language to be at least
300 years old. It begins with a general prologue,
giving the arguments of 40 pageants or gesticulations
(which were as so many several acts or scenes)
representing all the histories of both testaments,
from the creation to the choosing of St Matthias to
be an apostle. The stories of the New Testament
are more largely expressed, viz., the Annunciation,
Nativity, Visitation; but more especially all matters
relating to the Passion, very particularly, the
Resurrection, Ascension, the Choice of St Matthias.
After which is also represented the Assumption,
[Pg 419]and Last Judgment. All these things were treated
of in a very homely style, as we now think, infinitely
below the dignity of the subject; but it seems the
goût of that age was not so nice and delicate in
these matters; the plain and incurious judgment
of our ancestors being prepared with favour, and
taking everything by the right and easiest handle.
For example, in the scene relating to the Visitation:
Maria.[86]But, husband, of oo thyng I pray you most mekely, I have knowing that our cosyn Elizabeth with childe is, That it please yow to go to her hastyly, If ought we myth comfort her, it were to me blys.
Joseph. A Gods sake, is she with child, sche? Than will her husband Zachary be mery. In Montana they dwelle, fer hence, so mot y[87] the, In the city of Juda, I know it verily; It is hence, I trowe, myles two a fifty, We ar like to be wery, or we come at that same, I wole with a good will, blessyd wyff Mary; Now go we forth then in Goddys name, &c.
A little before the Resurrection:—Nunc dormient
milites, et veniet anima Christi de inferno, cum Adam
et Eva, Abraham, John Baptist, et aliis.
Anima Christi. Come forth, Adam, and Eve with the, And all my fryndes that herein be, In paradys come forth with me In blysse for to dwelle. The fende of hell that is your foo He shall be wrappyd and woundyn in woo: Fro wo to welth now shall ye go, With myrth evyrmore to melle. Adam. I thank the, Lord, of thy grete grace [Pg 420]That now is forgiven my gret trespace, Now shall we dwellyn in blyssful place, &c.
The last scene or pageant, which represents the
day of judgment, begins thus:[88]
Michael. Surgite, All men aryse, Venite ad judicium, For now is set the High Justice, And hath assignyd the day of dome: Rape you redyly to this grett assyse. Both gret and small, all and sum, And of yowr answer you now avise, What you shall say, when that yow com, &c.
These and such like were the plays, which in
former ages were presented publicly. Whether
they had any settled and constant houses for that
purpose, does not appear; I suppose not. But it
is notorious that in former times there was hardly
ever any solemn reception of princes or noble
persons, but pageants, that is, stages erected in the
open street, were part of the entertainment: on
which there were speeches by one or more persons,
in the nature of scenes; and be sure one of the
speakers must be some saint of the same name
with the party to whom the honour is intended.
For instance, there is an ancient manuscript at
Coventry, called the "Old Leet Book," wherein is
set down in a very particular manner, p. 168, the
reception of Queen Margaret, wife of Henry VI.
who came to Coventry; and, I think, with her
young son, Prince Edward, on the Feast of the
Exaltation of the Holy Cross, 35 Hen. VI. 1456.
Many pageants and speeches were made for her[Pg 421]
welcome; out of all which I shall observe but two
or three in the old English, as it is recorded:—
St. Edward. Moder of mekenes, dame Margarete, princes most excellent, I king Edward wellcome you with affection cordial, Testefying to your highnes mekely myn entent. For the wele of the king and you hertily pray I shall, And for prince Edward my gostly chylde, who I love principal, Praying the, John Evangelist, my help therein to be, On that condition right humbly I give this ring to the.
John Evangelist. Holy Edward, crowned king, brother in verginity, My power plainly I will prefer thy will to amplefy. Most excellent princes of wymen mortal, your bedeman will I be. I know your life so vertuous that God is pleased thereby. The birth of you unto this reme shall cause great melody: The vertuous voice of prince Edward shall dayly well encrease, St Edward his Godfader, and I shall prey therefore doubtlese.
St. Margaret. Most notabul princes of wymen earthle, Dame Margarete, the chefe myrth of this empyre, Ye be hertely welcome to this cyte. To the plesure of your highnesse I will set my desyre; Both nature and gentlenesse doth me require, Seth we be both of one name, to shew you kindnesse; Wherefore by my power ye shall have no distresse.
I shall pray to the prince that is endlese To socour you with solas of his high grace; [Pg 422]He will here my petition, this is doubtlesse, For I wrought all my life that his will wace. Therefore, lady, when you be in any dredfull case, Call on me boldly, therof I pray you, And trust in me feythfully, I will do that may pay you.
In the next reign, as appears in the same book,
fol. 221, another Prince Edward, son of King Edward
IV., came to Coventry on the 28th of April,
14 Edward IV. 1474, and was entertained with
many pageants and speeches, among which I shall
observe only two; one was of St Edward again,
who was then made to speak thus:—
Noble Prince Edward, my cousin and my knight, And very prince of our line com yn dissent, I St Edward have pursued for your faders imperial right, Whereof he was excluded by full furious intent. Unto this your chamber, as prince full excellent, Ye be right welcome. Thanked be Crist of his sonde, For that that was ours is now in your faders honde.
The other speech was from St George, and thus
saith the book:—
"—— Also upon the condite in the Croscheping
was St George armed, and a king's daughter
kneling afore him with a lamb, and the fader and
the moder being in a towre aboven beholding St
George saving their daughter from the dragon, and
the condite renning wine in four places, and minstralcy
of organ playing, and St George having this
speech underwritten"—
O mighty God, our all succour celestiall, Which this royme hast given in dower To thi moder, and to me George protection perpetuall: [Pg 423]It to defend from enimys fer and nere, And as this mayden defended was here By that grace from this dragons devour, So, Lord, preserve this noble prince and ever be his socour.
Love. I perceive these holy matters consisted
very much of praying; but I pity poor St Edward
the Confessor who, in the compass of a few years,
was made to promise his favour and assistance to
two young princes, of the same name indeed, but
of as different and opposite interests as the two
poles. I know not how he could perform to both.
True. Alas! they were both unhappy, notwithstanding
these fine shows and seeming caresses of
fortune; being both murdered, one by the hand,
the other by the procurement, of Richard, Duke
of Gloucester. I will produce but one example
more of this sort of action or representations; and
that is of later time, and an instance of much
higher nature than any yet mentioned; it was at
the marriage of Prince Arthur, eldest son of King
Henry VII., to the Princess Catherine of Spain,
ann. 1501. Her passage through London was
very magnificent, as I have read it described in
old MS. chronicle of that time.[89] The pageants
and speeches were many; the persons represented,
St Catherine, St Ursula, a senator, noblesse,
virtue, an angel, King Alphonse, Job, Boetius,
&c. Among others, one is thus described:—[Pg 424]"When
this spech was ended, she held on her way
tyll she came unto the standard in Chepe, where was
ordeyned the fifth paygend made like an hevyn, theryn
syttyng a personage representing the fader of hevyn,
beyng all formyd of gold, and brennyng beffor his
trone vii candyilis of wax standyng in vii candylstykis
of gold, the said personage beyng environed
with sundry hyrarchies off angelis, and sytting in a
cope of most rich cloth of tyssu, garnishyd wyth stoon
and perle in most sumptuous wyse. Foragain which
said pagend upon the sowth syde of the strete stood at
that tyme, in a hows wheryn that tyme dwellyd
William Geffrey habyrdasher, the king, the queene,
my lady the kingys moder, my lord of Oxynfford,
wyth many other lordys and ladys, and perys of this
realm, wyth also certayn ambassadors of France lately
sent from the French king: and so passyng the said
estatys, eyther guyving to other due and convenyent
saluts and countenancs, so sone as hyr grace was approachid
unto the sayd pagend, the fadyr began his
spech as folowyth"
I am begynyng and ende, that made ech creature. My sylfe, and for my sylfe, but man especially Both male and female, made aftyr myne aun fygure, Whom I joyned togydyr in matrimony, And that in paradyse, declaring opynly That men shall weddying in my chyrch solempnize, Fygurid and signifyed by the erthly paradyze.
In thys my chyrch I am allway recydent As my chyeff tabernacle, and most chosyn place, Among these goldyn condylstikkis, which represent My catholyk chyrch shynyng affor my face, With lyght of feyth, wisdom, doctryne, and grace, And mervelously eke enflamyd toward me Wyth the [un]extyngwible fyre of charyte.
Wherefore, my welbelovid dowthyr Katharyn, [Pg 425]Syth I have made yow to myne awn semblance In my chyrch to be maried, and your noble childryn To regn in this land as in their enherytance, Se that ye have me in speciall remembrance: Love me and my chyrch yowr spiritual modyr. For ye, dispysing that oon, dyspyse that othyr.
Look that ye walk in my precepts, and obey them well: And here I give you the same blyssyng, that I Gave my well beloved chylder of Israell; Blyssyd be the fruyt of your bely; Yower substance and frutys I shall encrease and multyply; Yower rebellious enimyes I shall put in yowr hand, Encreasing in honour both yow and your land.
Love. This would be censured now-a-days as
profane to the highest degree.
True. No doubt on't: yet you see there was a
time, when people were not so nicely censorious in
these matters, but were willing to take things in
the best sense; and then this was thought a noble
entertainment for the greatest king in Europe (such
I esteem king Henry VII. at that time) and proper
for that day of mighty joy and triumph. And I
must farther observe out of Lord Bacon's "History
of Henry VII." that the chief man who had the
care of that day's proceedings was Bishop Fox, a
grave counsellor for war or peace, and also a good
surveyor of works, and a good master of ceremonies;
and it seems he approv'd it. The said
Lord Bacon tells us farther that, whosoever had
those toys in compiling, they were not altogether
pedantical.
Love. These things, however, are far from that
which we understand by the name of a play.
True. It may be so; but these were the plays of
those times. Afterwards, in the reign of King
Henry VIII., both the subject and form of these
plays began to alter, and have since varied more
and more. I have by me a thing called "A Merry
Play between the Pardoner and the Friar, the
Curate and Neighbour Pratt." Printed the 5th
of April 1533, which was 24 Henry VIII. (a few
years before the dissolution of monasteries.) The
design of this play was to ridicule Friars and Pardoners.
Of which I'll give you a taste. To begin
it, the Friar enters with these words:[90]
Deus hic; the holy trynyte Preserve all that now here be.
Dere bretherne, yf ye will consyder The cause why I am com hyder, Ye wolde be glad to knowe my entent: For I com not hyther for mony nor for rent, I com not hyther for meat nor for meale, But I com hyther for your soules heale, &c.
After a long preamble he addresses himself to
preach, when the Pardoner enters with these
words:
God and St Leonarde send ye all his grace, As many as ben assembled in this place, &c.
and makes a long speech, showing his bulls and
his reliques, in order to sell his pardons, for the
raising some money towards the rebuilding
Of the holy chappell of sweet saynt Leonarde, Which late by fyre was destroyed and marde.
Both these speaking together with continual interruption,
at last they fall together by the ears.
Here the curate enters (for you must know the
scene lies in the church):
Hold your hands; a vengeance on ye both two, That ever ye came hyther to make this ado, To polute my chyrche, &c.
Friar. Mayster Parson, I marvayll ye will give lycence To this false knave in this audience To publish his ragman rolles with lyes. I desyred hym ywys more than ones or twyse To hold his peas tyll that I had done, But he would here no more than the man in the mone.
Pard. Why sholde I suffre the, more than thou me? Mayster Parson gave me lycence before the. And I wolde thou knowest it I have relykes here, Other maner stuffe than thou dost bere: I wyll edefy more with the syght of it, Than with all thy pratynge of holy wryt; For that except that the precher himselfe lyve well, His predycacyon wyll helpe never a dell, &c.
Par. No more of this wranglyng in my chyrch: I shrewe yowr hertys bothe for this lurche. Is there any blood shed here between these knaves? Thanked be God they had no stavys, Nor egotoles, for then it had ben wronge, Well, ye shall synge another songe.
Here he calls his neighbour Prat, the constable,
with design to apprehend 'em, and set 'em in the
stocks. But the Friar and Pardoner prove sturdy,
and will not be stocked, but fall upon the poor
Parson and Constable, and bang them both so[Pg 428]
well-favouredly, that at last they are glad to let
'em go at liberty: and so the farce ends with a
drawn battle. Such as this were the plays of
that age, acted in gentlemen's halls at Christmas
or such like festival times by the servants of the
family or strollers who went about, and made it
a trade. It is not unlikely that the[91] lords in
those days and persons of eminent quality had
their several gangs of players, as some have now
of fiddlers, to whom they give cloaks and badges.
The first comedy that I have seen, that looks like
regular, is "Gammer Gurton's Needle," writ,[92] I
think, in the reign of King Edward VI. This is
composed of five acts, the scenes unbroken, and
the unities of time and place duly observed. It
was acted at Christ's College in Cambridge,
there not being as yet any settled and public
theatres.
Love. I observe, Trueman, from what you
have said, that plays in England had a beginning
much like those of Greece; the Monologues and
Pageants, drawn from place to place on wheels,
answer exactly to the cart of Thespis, and the
improvements have been by such little steps and
degrees as among the ancients, till at last, to use
the words of Sir George Buck (in his "Third
University of England"), "Dramatic poesy is so
lively express'd and represented upon the public
stages and theatres of this city, as Rome in the
auge (the highest pitch) of her pomp and glory,
never saw it better performed, I mean (says he)
[Pg 429]in respect of the action and art, and not of the
cost and sumptuousness." This he writ about the
year 1631. But can you inform me, Trueman,
when the public theatres were first erected for this
purpose in London?
True. Not certainly; but I presume about the
beginning of Queen Elizabeth's reign. For Stow,
in his "Survey of London" (which book was first
printed in the year 1598), says—"Of late years,
in place of these stage-plays (i.e., those of religious
matters) have been used comedies, tragedies, interludes,
and histories, both true and feigned: for
the acting whereof certain public places, as the
Theatre, the Curtine, &c., have been erected."
And the continuator of "Stow's Annals," p. 1004,
says that in sixty years before the publication of
that book (which was Ann. Dom. 1529), no less
than seventeen public stages, or common playhouses,
had been built in and about London. In
which number he reckons five inns or common
hostelries to have been in his time turned into
playhouses—one Cockpit, Saint Paul's Singing-school,
one in the Blackfriars, one in the Whitefriars,
and one in former time at Newington
Butts. And adds: Before the space of sixty years
past, I never knew, heard, or read of any such
theatres, stages, or playhouses, as have been purposely
built within man's memory.
Love. After all, I have been told that stage-plays
are inconsistent with the laws of this kingdom,
and players made rogues by statute.
True. He that told you so strained a point of
truth. I never met with any law wholly to suppress
them: sometimes, indeed, they have been
prohibited for a season; as in times of Lent,
general mourning, or public calamities, or upon
other occasions, when the government saw fit.
Thus, by proclamation 7th of April, in the first[Pg 430]
year of Queen Elizabeth, plays and interludes were
forbid until All-hallow-tide next following. Hollinshed,
p. 1184.[93] Some statutes have been made
for their regulation or information, not general suppression.
By the stat. 39 Eliz. cap. 4[94] (which was
made for the suppression of rogues, vagabonds, and
sturdy beggars) it is enacted "That all persons that
be, or utter themselves to be, proctors, procurers,
patent gatherers, or collectors for goals, prisons, or
hospitals, or fencers, bearwards, common players of
interludes and minstrels, wandering abroad (other
than players of interludes belonging to any baron of
this realm, or any other honourable personage of
greater degree, to be authoris'd to play under the
hand and seal of arms of such baron or personage)
all juglers, tinkers, pedlars, and petty chapmen,
wand'ring abroad, all wand'ring persons, &c., able in
body, using loytering, and refusing to work for such
reasonable wages as is commonly given, &c. These
shall be adjudged and deemed rogues, vagabonds, and
sturdy beggars, and punished as such."
Love. But this privilege of authorising or licensing
is taken away by the stat. Jac. I., ch. 7, s. 1.,
and therefore all of them, as Mr Collier says, p.
242, are expressly brought under the aforesaid
penalty without distinction.
True. If he means all players, without distinction,
'tis a great mistake. For the force of the
queen's statute extends only to wandering players,
and not to such as are the king or queen's servants,
and established in settled houses by royal
authority. On such the ill character of vagrant
players (or, as they are now called, strollers) can
cast no more aspersion, than the wandering proctors,
in the same statute mentioned, on those of
[Pg 431]Doctors'-Commons. By a stat. made 3 Jac. I.[95] ch.
21, it was enacted, "That if any person shall, in
any stage-play, interlude, shew, may-game or pageant,
jestingly or prophanely speak or use the holy name of
God, Christ Jesus, or of the Trinity, he shall forfeit
for every such offence 10l." The stat. 1 Charles I.
ch. 1,[96] enacts, "That no meetings, assemblies, or concourse
of people shall be out of their own parishes, on
the Lord's day, for any sports or pastime whatsoever,
nor any bear-baiting, bull-baiting, interludes, common-plays,
or other unlawful exercises and pastimes
used by any person or persons within their own,
parishes." These are all the statutes that I can
think of, relating to the stage and players; but
nothing to suppress them totally, till the two
ordinances of the Long Parliament, one of the
22d of October 1647, the other of the 11th [9th]
of Feb. 1647;[97] by which all stage-plays and interludes
are absolutely forbid; the stages, seats,
galleries, &c., to be pulled down; all players, tho'
calling themselves the king or queen's servants, if
convicted of acting within two months before such
conviction, to be punished as rogues according to
law; the money received by them to go to the
poor of the parish; and every spectator to pay
five shillings to the use of the poor. Also cock-fighting
was prohibited by one of Oliver's Acts of
31st March 1654. But I suppose nobody pretends
these things to be laws. I could say more on this
subject, but I must break off here and leave you,
Lovewit; my occasions require it.
Love. Farewell, old Cavalier.
True. 'Tis properly said; we are almost all of
us now gone and forgotten.
FOOTNOTES:
[80] This is afterwards said to be a large round brick building.
Mr Steevens supposes, from the extent of it, that all the
actors resided within its precincts. It was pulled down about
the time of the Restoration, soon after the appearance of the
following advertisement in the Mercurius Politicus, Tuesday,
Feb. 14, to Tuesday, Feb. 21, 1661. "The Fortune Playhouse,
situate between Whitecross Street and Golding
Square, in the parish of St Giles, Cripplegate, with the
ground thereunto belonging, is to be let to be built upon;
where twenty-three tenements may be erected, with gardens;
and a street may be cut through for the better accommodation
of the buildings." (See edition of Shakespeare,
1778, i. 267.) From the following passage of "The
English Traveller," by Heywood, 1633, sig. I 3, we find
there was a picture or statue of Fortune before the building.
"I'le rather stand here Like a statue in the forefront of your house For ever; like the picture of Dame Fortune Before the Fortune Play-house."
[81] The Letters Patent under the Great Seal bear date the
21st June 1619.
[82] This is confirmed by Kirkman who, in his preface to
"The Wits; or, Sport upon Sport," 1672, says, The small
compositions of which his work was made up, being scenes
and parts of plays, were at this period "liked and approved
by all, and they were the fittest for the actors to represent,
there being little cost in cloaths, which often were in great
danger to be seized by the then soldiers; who, as the poet
sayes, Enter the red coat, exit hat and cloak, was very true,
not only in the audience but the actors too, who were commonly
not only stripp'd, but many times imprisoned, till
they paid such ransom as the souldiers would impose upon
them: so that it was hazardous to act any thing that required
any good cloaths: instead of which painted cloath many
times served the turn to represent rich habits."
[83] "When the publique Theatres were shut up, and the
actors forbidden to present us with any of their tragedies,
because we had enough of that in earnest: and
comedies, because the vices of the age were too lively and
smartly represented; then all that we could divert ourselves
with, were these humours and pieces of plays which, passing
under the name of a merry conceited fellow, called "Bottom
the Weaver," "Simpleton the Smith," "John Swabber," or
some such title, were only allowed us, and that but by stealth
too, and under pretence of rope-dancing or the like; and these
being all that was permitted us, great was the confluence of
the auditors; and these small things were as profitable and
as great get-pennies to the actors as any of our late famed
plays. I have seen the Red Bull Playhouse, which was a
large one, so full, that as many went back for want of room
as had entered; and as meanly as you may now think of
these drols, they were then acted by the best comedians then
and now in being; and I may say by some that then exceeded
all now living, by name, the incomparable Robert Cox, who
was not only the principal actor, but also the contriver and
author of most of these farces."—Kirkman's Preface to "The
Wits, or Sport upon Sport," 1672.
[84] [Concerning Field the actor and dramatist, see introduction
to his "Woman is a Weathercock," &c., xi. 3-6,
89-91, and Collier's "Memoirs of Actors," p. 206, et seq.]
Nathaniel Field, on the authority of Roberts the player
(see his answer to Mr Pope's preface to Shakespeare), has
been considered as the author of two plays: "A Woman is
a Weathercocke," 1612, and "Amends for Ladies," 1618.
He is also supposed to be the same person who assisted
Massinger in "The Fatal Dowry." I suspect that Roberts
was mistaken in these assertions, as I do not find any contemporary
writer speak of Field as an author; nor is it
mentioned by Langbaine, who would have noticed it, had he
known the fact. It seems more probable that the writer of
these plays was Nathaniel Field, M.A., Fellow of New College,
Oxford, who wrote some Latin verses, printed in
"Oxoniensis Academiæ Parentalia, 1625," and who, being of
the same university with Massinger, might join with him,
while there, in the composition of the play ascribed to them.
Nathaniel Field above mentioned was celebrated in the
part of "Bussy D'Ambois," first printed in 1607. On the
republication of that play in 1641, he is thus spoken of in
the Prologue:—
"Field is gone, Whose action first did give it name, and one, Who came the neerest to him, is denide By his gray beard to shew the height and pride Of D'Ambois youth and braverie; yet to hold Our title still a foot, and not grow cold By giving it o're, a third man with his best Of care and paines defends our interest; As Richard he was lik'd, nor doe wee feare, In personating Dambois, hee'le appeare To faint, or goe lesse, so your free consent As heretofore give him encouragement."
[91] Till the twenty-fifth year of Queen Elizabeth, the
queen had not any players; but in that year twelve of the
best of all those who belonged to several lords were chosen,
and sworn her servants.—Stow's Annals, p. 698.
[92] [An error. This play, which has been long known not
to be the first regular comedy, was probably performed
about 1566.]
[93] [See "English Drama and Stage," edit. Hazlitt, p. 19.]
[98] See Nares. ed. 1859, v. Nott. We still have the vulgarism nut for
the head; but it more properly means a head with the hair cut close.
[99] These errors in "Ralph Roister Doister" have been pointed out by
a correspondent, who states that he has detected them on a personal
collation of the original copy at Eton College. But many of the variations
noticed by this gentleman have been intentional corrections of
the old copy.
[100] Yet in "Jack Juggler" (ii. 141), wage-pasty occurs.
The volume number of the entry "Moped, moping, xv. 521" on p. 489 is incorrect.
Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors.
Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed.
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