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Actus Secundus
Scena prima.
Enter Carazie, Manto.Car.
In the name of wonder! Manto, what hath my Ladie
Done with her selfe since yesterday.
Manto.
I know not.
Malicious men report we are all guided
In our affections by a wandering Planet?
But such a suddaine change in such a person,
May stand for an example to confirme
Their false assertion.
Car.
Shee's now pettish, froward,
Musique, discourse, obseruance tedious to her.
Manto.
She slept not the last night: and yet preuented
The rising Sun in being vp before him.
Call'd for a costly Bath, then willd the roomes
Should be perfum'd; Ransackde her Cabinets
For her choyce, and richest Iewells: and appeares now
Like Cinthia in full glory, wayted on
By the fairest of the Stars.
Car,
Can you guesse the reason,
That guards the entrance of the inmost port
Were call'd before her.
Manto.
They are both her creatures,
And by her grace prefer'de, but I am ignorant
To what purpose they were sent for.
Enter Donusa.
Car.
Heere shee comes.
Full of sad thoughts: we must stand further off.
What a frowne was that!
Manto.
Forbeare.
Car.
I pittie her.
Donu.
What Magicque hath transform'd me from my selfe?
Where is my Virgin pride? How haue I lost
My boasted freedome? what new fire burnes vp
My scortched intrailes. What vnknowne desires
Inuade, and take possession of my soule;
All vertuous obiects vanish'd? Haue I stood
The shocke of fierce temptations, stopte mine eares
Against all Siren notes lust euer sung,
To drawe my barke of chastitie (that with wonder
Hath keept, a constant, and an honourd course.)
Into the gulfe of a deserude ill fame?
Now fall vnpittied? And in a moment
With mine owne hands digge vp a graue to burie
The monumentall heape of all my yeares,
Imployde in Noble actions? O my fate!
But there is no resisting. I obey thee
Imperious god of loue, and willingly
Put mine owne Fetters on, to grace thy tryumph;
Twere therefore more then crueltie in thee
To vse me like a tyranne. What poore meanes
Must I make vse of now? And flatter such,
To vvhom, till I betrayde my libertie,
One gratious looke of mine, would haue erected
An altar to my seruice. How now Manto?
Thou hast beene faithfull too.
Car.
I dare not call
My life mine owne since it is yours, but gladly
Will part with it: when ere you shall command mee;
And thinke I fall a Martir, so my death
May giue life to your pleasures.
Manto.
But vouchsafe
To let me vnderstand what you desire
Should be effected: I will vndertake it
And curse my selfe for Cowardice if I pausde
To aske a reason why.
Donu.
I am comforted,
In the tender of your seruice, but shall be
Confirm'd in my full ioyes, in the performance.
Yet trust me: I will not impose vpon you
But what you stand ingagde for, to a Mistres,
(Such as I haue beene to you.) All I aske
Is faith, and secresie.
Car.
Say but you doubt me,
And to secure you I'le cut out my tongue
I am libde in the breech already.
Manto.
Doe not hinder
Your selfe by these delayes.
Donusa.
Thus then I Whisper
Mine owne shame to you.—O that I should blush
To speake what I so much desire to doe!
And further—
Whispers, and vses vehement actions.
Manto.
Is this all.
Donusa.
Thinke it not base
Although I know the office vndergoes
A course construction.
Car.
Course? 'tis but procuring
A smocke imploiment, which has made more Knights,
In a Countrie I could name, then twenty yeares
Of seruice in the field.
You haue my ends.
Manto.
Which say you haue arriu'de at, be not wanting
To your selfe, and feare not vs.
Car.
I know my burthen
I'le beare it with delight,
Manto.
Talke not, but doe.
Exeunt Carazie, Manto.
Do.
O Loue what poore shifts thou dost force vs too.
Exit Donusa.
Scena Secunda.
Enter Aga, Capiaga, Ianizaries.Aga.
She was euer our good Mistres, and our maker,
And should we checke at a little hazard for her,
Wee were vnthankefull.
Capiaga.
I dare pawne my head,
Tis some disguised Minion of the Court,
Sent from great Amurath, to learne from her
The Viceroys actions.
Aga.
That concernes not vs:
His fall may be our rise, what ere he bee
He passes through my guardes.
Cap.
And mine, prouided
Hee giue the word.
Enter Vitelli.
Uitel.
To faynt now being thus far,
Would argue mee of Cowardice.
Aga.
Stand: the word.
Or being a Christian to presse thus far,
Forfeits thy life.
Uitelli.
Donusa.
Aga.
Passe in peace.
Exeunt Aga, and Ianizaries.
Uit.
What a priuiledge her name beares.
Tis wonderous strange!
The guardian of the inner port denie not.
Cap,
Thy warrant: Speake,
Or thou art dead.
Uitel.
Donusa.
Capiaga.
That protects thee, without feare, Enter.
So: discharge the watch.
Exit Vitelli, Capiaga.
Scena tertia.
Enter Carazie, Manto.Car.
Though he hath past the Aga, and chiefe Porter
This cannot be the man.
Manto.
By her description I am sure it is.
Cara.
O women, women!
What are you? a great Lady dote vpon
A Haberdasher of small vvares.
Manto.
Pish, thou hast none.
Cara.
No, if I had I might haue seru'd the turne:
This tis to want munition vvhen a man
Should make a breach and Enter.
Enter Vitelli.
Manto.
Sir, you are vvellcome:
Thinke what tis to be happy and possesse it.
Car.
Perfume the Roomes there, and make way.
Let Musique with choyce notes entertaine the man,
The Princesse novv purposes to honour.
Uit.
I am rauish'd.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
A Table set forth, Iewels and Bagges vpon it: loude Musicque Enter Donusa, takes a chaire, to her Carazie, Uitelli, Manto.Donusa,
Sing ore the Dittie, that I last composde
To the Musique thats plac'de yonder, we shall heare you
With more delght and pleasure.
Car.
I obey you.
Song.
Vitel.
Is not this Tempe, or the blessed shades,
Where innocent Spirits reside? Or doe I dreame,
And this a heauenly vision? Howsoeuer
It is a sight too glorious to behold
For such a vvretch as I am.
Stands amazde.
Car.
He is daunted.
Mant.
Speake to him Madam, cheere him vp, or you
Destroy what you haue builded.
Car.
Would I were furnishde
With his artillerie, and if I stood
Gaping as he does, hang me.
Uit.
That I might euer dreame thus.
kneeles.
Donu.
Banish amazement,
You, wake; your debtor tells you so, your debtor,
And to assure you that I am a substance
And no aæriall figure, thus I raise you.
Why doe you shake? My soft touch brings no Ague,
No biting frost is in this palme: Nor are
My lookes like to the Gorgons head, that turne
Men into Statues, rather they haue power
(Or I haue been abusde) vvhere they bestow
Their influence (let me prooue it truth in you)
To giue to dead men motion.
Uitel.
Can this be?
May I beleeue my sences? Dare I thinke
I haue a memory? Or that you are
That excellent creature, that of late disdain'de not
To looke on my poore trifles.
Donu.
I am shee.
Vitell.
The owner of that blessed name Donusa,
Which like a potent charme, although pronounc'de
By my prophane, but much vnworthyer tongue,
Where Christian yet ne're trode.
Donu.
I am the same.
Vitell.
And to what end, great Lady pardon me,
That I presume to aske, did your command
Command me hither? or what am I? to vvhom
You should vouchsafe your fauours; nay, your angers?
If any wilde or vncollected speech
Offensiuely deliuer'd, or my doubt
Of your vnknowne perfections, haue displeasde you,
You wrong your indignation, to pronounce
You selfe my sentence: to haue seene you onely,
And to haue touchde that fortune-making hand,
Will with delight waigh downe all tortures, that
A flinty hangmans rage could execute,
Or rigide tyranny command with pleasure.
Donu.
How the aboundance of good flowing to thee,
Is vvrongde in this simplicitie: and these bounties
Which all our Basterne Kings haue kneeld in vaine for,
Doe by thy ignorance, or vvilfull feare,
Meete vvith a false construction. Christian, know
(For till thou art mine by a neerer name,
That title though abhord here, takes not from
Thy entertainement) that tis not the fashion
Among the greatest and the fairest Dames,
This Turkish Empire gladly owes, and bowes to:
To punish vvhere theres no offence, or nourish
Displeasures against those, vvithout whose mercie
They part vvith all felicity. Prethee be vvise,
And gently vnderstand mee; Doe not force her
That ne're knew ought but to command, not ere read
The elements of affection, but from such
As gladly sude to her, in the infancie
Of her new borne desires, to be at once
Importunate, and immodest.
Vitel.
Did I know
This personated passion tends, (since twere
A crime in mee deseruing death, to thinke
It is your owne: I should to make you sport
Take any shape you please to impose vpon me:
And with ioy striue to serue you.
Donu.
Sport? thou art cruell,
If that thou canst interpret my descent,
From my high byrth and greatnesse? But to be
A part in which I truely acte my selfe.
And I must hold thee for a dull spectator
If it stirre not affection, and inuite
Compassion for my sufferings. Be thou taught
By my example, to make satisfaction
For wrongs vniustly offer'd. Willingly
I doe confesse my fault; I iniurd thee
In some poore pettie trifles; Thus I pay for
The trespasse I did to thee. Here receiue
These baggs stuft full of our imperiall coyne,
Or if this payment be too light, take heere
These Iems for which the slauish Jndian diues
To the bottome of the Maine? Or if thou scorne
These as base drosse (which take but common minds)
But fancie any honour in my guift
(Which is vnbounded as the Sultans Power)
And bee possest of't.
Vitel.
I am ouerwhelm'd:
With the weight of happinesse you throwe vpon me.
Nor can it fall in my imagination,
What wrong I ere haue done you: and much lesse
How like a Royall Marchant to returne
Your great magnificence.
Donu.
They are degrees,
Not ends of my intended fauors to thee.
These seeds of bountie I yet scatter on
A glebe I haue not tride, but be thou thankefull
The haruest is to come.
What can be added
To that which I already haue recieu'd,
I cannot comprehend.
Donusa.
The tender of
My selfe. Why dost thou start! and in that guift,
Full restitution of that Virgin freedome
Which thou hast rob'd mee of. Yet I professe
I so farre prize the louely theefe that stole it,
That were it possible thou couldest restore
What thou vnwittingly hast rauisht from me,
I should refuse the present.
Uitelli.
How I shake
In my constant resolution! and my flesh
Rebellious to my better part now tells me,
As if it were a strong defence of frailtie.
A Hermit in a desert trenchd with prayers
Could not resist this batterie.
Donu.
Thou an Italian?
Nay more I know't, a naturall Uenetian,
Such as are Courtiers borne to please fayre Ladies,
Yet come thus slowely on?
Vitel.
Excuse me Madame,
What imputation so ere the world
Is pleasde to lay vpon vs: in my selfe
I am so innocent that I know not what tis
That I should offer.
Donusa.
By instinct I'le teach thee,
And with such ease as loue makes me to aske it.
When a young Lady wrings you by the hand thus,
Or with an amorous touch presses your foote
Lookes babies in your eyes, playes with your locks,
Doe not you find without a tutors helpe
What tis she lookes for.
Vitelli.
I am growne already
Skilfull in the mysterie.
Donu.
Or if thus she kisse you,
Then tast's your lips againe.
That latter blow
Has beate all chaste thoughts from me.
Donu.
Say she poynts to
Some priuate roome, the Sunne beames neuer enters,
Prouoking dishes, passing by to heighten
Declined appetite, actiue Musicque vshering
Your faynting steps, the wayters too as borne dumbe,
Not daring to looke on you.
Exit, inuiting him to follow.
Vitelli.
Though the Diuell
Stood by, and rorde, I follow: now I finde
That Vertue's but a word, and no sure garde
If set vpon by beauty, and reward.
Exeunt.
Scæna Quinta.
Enter Aga. Capiaga, Grimaldi, Master, Boteswaine, &c.Aga.
The Diuels in him I thinke.
Gri.
Let him be damn'd too
Ile looke on him though he stard as wild as hell,
Nay Ile goe neere to tell him to his teeth
If he mends not suddenly, and prooues more thankefull,
We doe him too much seruice, were't not for shame now
I could turne honest and forsweare my trade,
Which next to being trust vp at the maine yard
By some low cuntrey butterbox, I hate
As deadly as I doe fasting, or long grace
When meate cooles on the table.
Capi.
But take heede,
You know his violent nature.
Gri.
Let his Whores
And Catamites, know't, I vnderstand my selfe,
And how vnmanly tis to sit at home
And rayle at vs, that run abroad all hazards:
If euery weeke we bring not home new pillage,
For the fatting his Serraglio.
Enter Asambog, Mustapha.
Heere he comes.
Capi.
How terrible he lookes?
Gri.
To such as feare him:
The viceroy Asambeg were he the Sultans selfe
He will let vs know a reason for his fury,
Or we must take leaue without his allowance
To be merry with our ignorance.
Asam.
Mahomets hell
Light on you all, you chrouch, and cringe now, where
Was the terrour of my iust frownes, when you suffered
Those theeues of Malta, almost in our harbor
To board a ship, and beare her safely off,
While you stood idle lookers on?
Aga.
The ods
In the men and shipping, and the suddainnesse
Of their departure yeelding vs no leasure
To send forth others to relieue our owne,
Deterd vs mighty Sir.
Asam.
Deterde you cowards?
How durst you only entertaine the knowledge
Of vvhat feare vvas, but in the not performance
Of our command? in me great Amurah spake,
My voyce did eccho to your eares his thunder,
And wild you like so many Seaborne-Tritons,
Arm'd onely vvith the Trumpets of your courage,
To swimme vp to her, and like Remoras.
Hanging vpon her keele, to stay her flight
Till rescue sent from vs, had fetcht you off,
You thinke you are safe now; who durst but dispute it
Or make it questionable, if this moment
I charg'd you from yon hanging cliffe, that glasses
His rugged forhead in the neighbour lake,
To throw your selues downe headlong? or like fagots
To fill the ditches of defended Forts,
While on your backs we march'd vp to the breac
Gri.
That vvould not I.
Asam.
Ha?
Gri.
Yet I dare as much
(Whose heauen, and hell, hang on his frowne, or smile,)
His vvarlike Ianisaries.
Asam.
Adde one syllable more
Thou doest pronounce vpon thy selfe a sentence
That earthquake-like vvill swallow the
Gri.
Let it open,
Ile stand the hazard, those contemned theeues
Your fellow Pirats Sir, the bold Malteze
Whom with your lookes you thinke to quell, at Rhodes
Laugh'de at great Solymans anger: and if treason
Had not deliuerde them into his power,
Hee had growne olde in glory as in yeeres.
At that so fatall siege, or risne with shame
His hopes, and threates deluded.
Asambeg.
Our great Prophet
How haue I lost my anger, and my Power.
Grima.
Find it and vse it on thy flatterers:
And not vpon thy friends that dare speake truth,
These Knights of Malta but a handfull to
Your armies that drinke riuers vp, haue stood
Your furie at the height, and with their crosses
Strooke pale your horned moones; These men of Malta
Since I tooke pay from you, I haue met and fought with
Vpon aduantage too. Yet to speake truth
By the soule of honor, I haue euer found them
As prouident to direct, and bold to doe
As any traynde vp in your discipline:
Rauishde from other nations.
Mus.
I perceiue
The lightning in his fierie lookes, the cloude
Is broke already.
Gri.
Thinke not therefore sir,
That you alone are Giants, and such Pigmies
You war vpon.
Asam.
Villaine Ile make thee know
Thou hast blasphemde the Ottoman power, and safer
Your proud Uenetian Temple. Ceize vpon him;
I am not so neere reconcild to him
To bid him die: that were a benefit
The dog's vnworthy off, to our vse confiscate
All that he stands possesde of: Let him tast
The miserie of want, and his vaine riots
Like to so many walking Ghosts affright him
Where ere he sets his desperate foote. Who is't
That does command you?
Grimal.
Is this the reward
For all my seruice, and the rape I made
On fayre Paulina.
Asam.
Drag him hence, he dies
That dallies but a minute.
Botes.
What's become
Grimaldi dragde off, his head couered. Exeunt Master and Boatswaine.
Of our shares now Master.
Must.
Would he had been borne dumbe:
The beggers cure, patience is all that's left vs.
Maust.
Twas but intemperance of speech, excuse him
Let me preuaile so far. Fame giues him out
For a deseruing fellow.
Asam.
At Aleppo
I durst not presse you so far, giue me leaue
To vse my owne will and command in Tunis
And if you please my priuacie.
Musta.
I will see you
When this high wind's blowne ore.
Exit Mustapha.
Asam.
So shall you find me
Ready to doe you seruice. Rage now leaue me
Sterne lookes, and all the ceremonious formes
Attending on dread Maiestie, flie from
Transformed Asambeg, why should I hug
plucks out a guilt key.
So neere my hart, what leades me to my prison?
Where she that is inthrald commands her keeper,
And robs me of the fiercenesse I was borne with.
Stout men quake at my frownes, and in returne
But only nam'd Paulina, and the charme
Had almost chok'd my fury ere I could
Pronounce his sentence. Would when first I saw her
Mine eyes had met with lightning, and in place
Of hearing her inchanting tongue, the shrikes
Of Mandrakes had made musicke to my slumbers,
For now I only walke a louing dreame
And but to my dishonour neuer vvake,
And yet am blind, but vvhen I see the obiect,
And madly dote on it. Appeare bright sparke
opens a doore, Paulina discouerd comes forth.
Of all perfection: any simile
Borow'd from Diamonds, or the fayrest stars
To helpe me to expresse, how deere I prize
The vnmatcht graces, vvill rise vp and chide me
For poore detraction.
Pau.
I despise thy flatteries
Thus spit at 'em, and scorne 'em, and being arm'd
In the assurance of my innocent vertue
I stampe vpon all doubts, all feares, all tortures
Thy barbarous cruelty, or vvhat's vvorse, thy dotage
(The vvorthy parent of thy iealousie)
Can showre vpon me.
Asam.
If these bitter taunts
Rauish me from my selfe, and make me thinke
My greedy eares receiue Angelicall sounds,
How vvould this tongue tunde to a louing note
Inuade, and take possession of my soule
Which then I durst not call mine owne.
Pau.
Thou art false,
Falser then thy religion. Doe but thinke me
Something aboue a beast; nay more, a monster,
Would fright the Sun to looke on, and then tell me
If this base vsage, can inuite affection?
If to be mewde vp, and excluded from
Humane society; the vse of pleasures;
The necessary, not superfluous duties
I blush to name.
Asam.
Of seruants? can you thinke
That I, that dare not trust the eie of Heauen
To looke vpon your beauties, that denie
My selfe the happenesse to touch your purenesse
Will ere consent an Eunuch, or bought handmaid
Shall once approch you? there is something in you
That can worke Miracles, or I am cosende,
Dispose and alter sexes. To my vvrong
In spite of nature. I will be your nurse,
Your woman, your physitian, and your foole,
Till with your free consent, which I haue vowde
Neuer to force, you grace me with a name
That shall supplie all these.
Paul.
What is't?
Asa.
Your husband.
Pau.
My hangman when thou pleasest.
Asam.
Thus I garde me,
Against your further angers.
Puts to the doore and lockes it.
Paul.
Which shall reach thee
Though I were in the Center.
Asam.
Such a spirit
In such a small proportion I nere reade of
Which time must alter, rauish her I dare not
The magique that she weares about her necke,
I thinke defends her, this deuotion payde
To this sweete Saint, mistresse of my sower payne
Tis fit I take mine owne rough shape againe.
Exit Asambeg.
Scæna Sexta.
Enter Franciso, Gazet.Fran.
I thinke hee's lost.
Gazet.
Tis ten to one of that,
But he lost his credit, though he sau'd himselfe
Why, looke you sir, there are so many lobbies,
Out offices, and disputations heere
Behind these Turkish hangings, that a Christian
Hardly gets off but circumcised.
Fran.
I am troublde
Enter Vitelli, Carazie, Manto,
Troublde exceedingly. Ha! vvhat are these?
Gaz.
One by his rich sute should bee some french Embassador
For his trayne I thinke they are Turkes.
Fran.
Peace, be not seene.
Cara.
You are now past all the gards, and vndiscouerd
You may returne.
Vitel.
There's for your paynes, forget not
My humblest seruice to the best of Ladies.
Manto.
Deserue her fauour sir, in making haste
For a second entertainement.
Uitel.
Doe not doubt me,
Exeunt Carazi, Manto.
I shall not liue till then.
Gaz.
The trayne is vanish'd
They haue done him some good office hee's so free
And liberall of his gold. Ha, doe I dreame,
Or is this mine owne naturall Master;
Fran.
Tis he,
But strangely metamorphosde. You haue made sir.
A prosperous voyage, heauen grant it be honest,
I shall reioyce then too.
Gaz.
You make him blush
To talke of honesty, you were but now
In the giuing vaine, and may thinke of Gazet
Your worships prentice.
Vitel.
There's gold, be thou free too
And Master of my shop, and all the wares
Wee brought from Venice.
Gaz.
Riuo then.
Vitel.
Deere sir
This place affords not priuacie for discourse
Deserues least admiration; thers nothing
That can fall in the compasse of your wishes
Though it were to redeeme a thousand slaues
From the Turkish gallies, or at home to erect
Some pious worke, to shame all Hospitalls,
But I am master of the meanes.
Fran.
Tis strange.
Vitel.
As I vvalke Ile tell you more.
Gaz.
Pray you a word Sir,
And then I will put on. I haue one boone more.
Vitel.
What is't? speake freely.
Gaz.
Thus then, as I am Master
Of your Shop, and vvares, pray you help me to some trucking
With your last shee customer, though shee cracke my best peece
I vvill indure it with patience.
Uitel.
Leaue your prating.
Gaz.
I may, you haue beene doing, we will doe too.
Fran.
I am amazde, yet will nor blame, nor chide you,
Till you informe me further. Yet must say
They steere not the right course, nor trafficke well,
That seeke a passage to reach Heauen, through Hell.
Exeunt
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