 | A Christian turn'd Turke : Or, The Tragicall Liues and Deaths of the two Famous Pyrates, Ward and Dansiker |  |
Scœna vltima.
Enter Benwash, Rabshake, at severall Doores.Ben.
Rabshake?
Rab.
Here sir.
Ben.
Is this childe of Adam comming yet? hee that will
eate of the forbidden fruite though he loose Paradice fort, is
he comming.
Rab.
As fast as his legges will beare him, considering the
vse he meanes to put them to. I haue provided a Candle to
comfort him with.
Ben.
That's my deere pretious villaine, how sweet art thou
Rab.
And your hornes too sir?
Ben.
All light Rabshake.
Rab.
They were be got light, but methinkes they should
be heauy in the wearing.
Ben.
I will make them abortiues man, smother them in the
wombe.
Rab.
Though you lop the branches, you will preserue the
tree to beare more fruit, I hope, your wife sir.
Ben.
She shal downe too, I will let her bloud in a new veine
she shall turne vp the white of the eye, and dye the death of a
sinner.
Rab.
How will you dispence with your oathes sir?
Ben.
Tush, by equivocation man, I will not hurt her, but
thou shalt by equivocation, behinde the Arras, my deere
Rabshake.
Rab.
That word (by equivocation) lyes on my stomacke,
I would be loath it should make me cast vp my gall, I would
not haue my throat cut by equivocation.
Ben.
The game is rows'd, take thy stand and strike Rabshake.
Rab.
Strike you sir? you are the keeper, and haue the fees in
possession, I haue no mony vpon this equivocation.
Ben.
So the houre of my redemption is at hand, for mans
worst hell, a whoore.
Gal.
You put me to a sweet purgation the other night, 'twas
well feare tooke away some of my sences, I had smelt for't
else.
Agar.
You saw the necessity of it sir.
Gal.
You may call it necessity. I thought of the day of
Iudgement, and that was more then euer I did in my life before:
what with the fire aboue, and the Ram-headed Divell
your husband below, I imagined damnation could not bee
farre off.
Ben.
Good, excellent good.
Gal.
And whither is that golden calfe of Horeb, that
Iew of the the Tribe of Israel gone, that it is Iubile with you
Agar.
Hee is rid to the Goletto about taking in a commodity.
Gal.
And in the meane time thou wilt vtter one at home, I
am thy Merchant Wench, and will deale with the by wholesale.
Ben.
Rather by retaile sir, retaile.
Gal.
Where is your Pim Rabshake, taking a nap at the staire
foot, committing sin in conceit, whilst we are at it in action?
hath he the two qualities of an Vsher, a good eare, and to indure
cold of his feet? haue you giuen him instructions?
Ben.
I see how it did worke, I feele it.
Rab.
Hee'l make the old Iew beleeue I was his wiues
bawd.
Gal.
The slaue was borne Pander, his mother was a Midwife,
and then he must needs be bawd to set his mothers trade
a worke.
Rab.
You will grone for this anon sir.
Ag.
I pray you sir sit downe, a small banquet sir.
Gal.
Provocatiues and whetters on? one licorous thing
drawes out another. Who will not sweare Venery is a sweete
sin now? Bacchus and Venus, two Gods, the Divell is farre
enough off then.
Iew.
You are deceived sir, he is at your elbow.
Rab.
Is Dunne in the mire? for old acquaintance sake wee'l
dragge you out sir: you are in travell, I am the sonne of a Midwife,
Il'e helpe to deliver you.
Gall.
It cannot be, I am in a dreame.
Rab.
A good beleefe doth well; were I in your case, I
should be past dreaming: but Il'e cast you in a slumber sir.
Iew.
You must bee at your sweet meates: cannot Mutton
serue your turne, but you must haue sauce to it?
Gal.
This Whoore hath betraid me: now she hath wrung
what she can out of me, she hanges me vp for a dryed Neats-tongue.
She is an insatiate Whoore sir, hath intic'd me by the
Pander your man: I was chaste before I knew her sir.
Rabsh.
Beleeue him not sir, he is a meere Goate, looke on
Agar.
You may see by his haire hee is a man of hot Liver;
he came over me with such violence I had not the heart
to resist him.
Iew.
I beleeue you wife, I beleeue you, and thou shalt iustifie
it to his teeth before the greatest Divell in hell. Rabshake
giue her a Mittimus, strangle her.
Agar.
Haue you forgot your oathes sir?
Iew.
I sware as I was a Turke, and I will cut your throat as
I am a Iew.
Agar.
Villaine, keepe off, I say.
Rab.
You should haue said so when time was Mistresse.
Agar.
Thou betraiest thy selfe slaue, makest way to thine
owne destruction.
Iew.
Stop her throat, I say, giue no eare to her.
Agar.
I do confesse my sin, I haue wrongfully betraid thee.
Gal.
I find my selfe in bonds for't Lady, it is some comfort
yet, that I dye not vnreveng'd.
Iew.
Thou speakest charitably. Is she gone? is her lust satisfied
now?
Rab.
Do a woman to death, and she will bee satisfied, nothing
else will.
Iew.
Now for you M. Gallop: you gaue it me with tilting,
and I will returne your curtesie.
Gal.
Saue my life sir, and I will be your slaue, sell my selfe in
open market, brand me.
Iew.
That were Lextalion indeed, one marke for another:
but it will not serue the turne. Haue at you.
Rab.
Ha, ha, ha, how the Oxe goares him.
Kils him.
Gal.
'Sdeath villaines, trecherous villaines, the plague, pox.
Rab.
He died a true letcher, with the pox in his mouth. Why
this was valiantly done sir, in single opposition.
Iew.
why now my brow begins to smooth. How lik'st this
Tragedy, Rabshake?
Rab.
Rarely, if it do not proue a Tragedy to vs sir, i'ts but a
Comedy hitherto: the setting off is all.
Iew.
Tush, the best is behind man: doe'st thinke I doe not
binde me, binde me, hard, hard.
Rab.
I mary sir, I like this well, a man may trust you when
your hands are tyed behinde you.
Iew.
I cannot choose but laugh to thinke how happy I am
in my proiect: it will amaze thee when thou hear'st it Rabshake,
wee shall so gull the innocent world, laugh at the silly
world.
Rab.
If you gull me now, Il'e giue you leaue to make mummy
of me: what's next sir?
Iew.
Heere, take this dagger, stabbe mee an ynch into the
breast and arme.
Rab.
Do you call this gulling of the world?
Iew.
I cannot but laugh at the gentlemans lecherous voyage
to Lucifer: there, there. Now Rabshake let me binde thee.
Rab.
How? binde me?
Iew.
Thou art not capable of the mistery, thou art shallow
Rabshake.
Rab.
I doe not desire to wade deeper in I thank you sir, I am
no polititian, beare no braine about me sir; yet I can diue into
a knaues pockets as well as any man, your worship knows.
Iew.
What doest thou meane by this?
Rab.
To rob you as I am a Turke, & cut your throat as I am
a Iew, you haue forgot your equivocation; Il'e chop logicke
with you. Come, your rings, your chaine: do you not laugh?
haue you not gul'd the world fairely?
Iew.
Thou hast mistaken me: know thou art all my care.
Rab.
And you would be rid of me, I conceiue you sir, though
I am no polititian: I haue seene the play of Pedringano sir, of
Pedringano sir.
Iew.
Deere Rabshake, vpō my knees I do intreat thee heare me,
For whom haue I tane thought, out-watcht the night
Out-toyl'd the day, but for my Rabshake? what friend,
What kinsman, what heire had I but Rabshake?
Rab.
Yes, you meant I should haue beene your heire.
Iew.
Nay, thou shouldst haue had all in possession, my purpose
was to haue liu'd a private life, done penance for my sins,
Rab.
You would haue parted with this chaine, these rings
and gold.
Iew.
They are thine own, on whom should I bestow thē else?
Rab.
And you haue a trick to come off cleere with this businesse.
Iew.
In spight of ielousie, without suspition man: you being
bound, your head thrust in this circle, as if tied vp for starting,
I had cried out theeues, murder, rais'd the street, transferd
the act vpon some stranger.
Rab.
And I should haue beene your heire.
Iew.
Thou wrongst me to make question of't.
Rab.
If I should try him, it is beyond my compasse if hee
out-saile me: this chaine and gold is mine.
Iew.
'Sfoot my selfe too.
Rab.
For once Il'e try you: heere binde me, if you do out-reach
me, Il'e ner'e trust Iew more.
Iew.
Heere, heere: Is thy head in?
Rab.
It is sir.
Iew.
Haue I caught you? are you in the noose? you haue
seene the play of Pedringano sir, Il'e play with you.
Rab.
'Sheart I am your slaue sir, I did it to make your worship
merry.
Iew.
Tush, you are my heire, Il'e hang you vp a airing.
Rab.
As you are a man heare me sir.
Iew.
You must haue your chaines, you shall be chayn'd, I
could euen cracke my sides with laughter. This will affoord
me mirth vnto my dying day. The play of Pedringano? how
the weesell hangs! Ha, ha, ha. Theeues, theeues: Murder, murder.
I shall betray my selfe with laughter. Were you caught
Rynard? are you in the noose? Murder, murder, thieues murder.
Enter Muffty, Mulli, and Officers.
Mul.
Breake ope the doores, the voyce speakes from this
roome.
Iew.
Murder, murder, murder.
Muff.
Inhumane deed! what hand could be so bloudy?
Mul.
Speake, who was the murderer?
Helpe me to a Surgean.
Muff.
Runne for a Surgean. Tell by what monster was this
act (so full of horror) done?
Iew.
Three strangers rusht in suddenly, wee being at supper,
all my seruants forth, saue honest Rabshake: and hauing rifled
vs, did act this horride murther.
1. Off.
Here is a Surgean.
Muff.
The Prophet Mahomet reueale the homicides.
Enter Gouernor, other officers, Sare, Ferd. Alb. Dansiker disguis'd.
Gover.
What moues these out-cryes?
Mul.
Behold a bloudy murder, Benwash, his wife,
This Captaine, and his seruant.
Iew.
My honest seruant, honest Rabshake.
Dans.
Benwash murdered? he hath saued me a labour.
Gov.
Is there any hope of life in him?
Surg.
His wounds are sleight sir, onely his faint-heart makes
them dangerous.
Gov.
Take courage man, Speake, hast thou any knowledge
of the Murderers?
Muff.
Onely he sayes they are strangers, men of the sea.
Sar.
Canst thou remember in what habit, what men of person
and complexion they were?
Dans.
What meanes the slaue to eye me so?
Iew.
That fellow in the stammell hose is one of them.
Gov.
Lay hands on him.
Dans.
On me? Villaine, thou buy'st my bloud
At a deere rate. O thou immortall God
Who know'st my innocence! that for his former sins
Hast guiven vp Dansiker into the hands
Of these damn'd miscreants.
Omn.
Dansiker?
Dans.
I Dansiker, that would with all your deaths
Haue cancelled his former infamy,
Left to the world a president of valour,
Writ in your sad confusions: but heauen is iust,
Christians did fall by me, by slaues I must.
Gov.
Call forth the common Hangman, by this time he hath
Iew.
Heare me before I dye, I do confesse
Mine owne hand did these murthers. Dansiker
Hath iustly done me vengeance.
Gov.
How's this? thou done these murthers thy selfe, being
bound and hurt? Thou rau'st sure.
Iew.
I did them sir: the cause my wife prou'd false, vntrue,
Beare witnesse, though I liu'd a Turke, I dye a Iew.
Omn.
Out Dogge, Divell.
Gov.
Vnheard of Monster! Cast his loathed carkasse
Vnto the common aire. Never did day discover
Two such inhumane Caitifes, stretch out his armes,
You haue your traines and fire-workes, apply your Torches
Vnto his breast. Wee'l know what proiect now
Lead you vnto this second venter.
Dans.
I will confesse it willingly: It was to haue conueid
This Iew from hence, haue made a massacre
Of the whole Towne, dasht out the miscreant braines
Of your yong Infidels.
Muff.
And art not sorry, Dogge?
Dans.
Yes Dogge, I am sorry, and confesse my crimes
Preuented such a merit: I was not worthy
To do heaven so good a seruice.
Gov.
Pull off his hatefull flesh, digge out his heart
By peece-meal.
Muff.
Wilt thou turne Turke, and saue thy soule yet?
Dans.
Yes Pagan, villaine, I will. Forgiuenesse heauen,
Let my example moue all Pyrates, Robbers
To thinke how heavy thy revenging hand.
Will sit vpon them. I feele thy iustice now,
Receiue my soule, accept my intended vow.
Moritur.
Gov.
So, convey his hatefull body to the same place,
The Iew doth lye vnburied.
Enter at seuerall doores Voad and Ward.
Voad.
Iustice, let mee haue Iustice, worthy Gouernour.
Ward.
Giue her no eare, she is all woman dissimulation.
Turk.
He hath wounded heere a Turke, a Lady, and
We craue sentence according to his merit.
He may receiue the Bastinado, pay a fine.
Ward.
Pay a fine, what fine, from one that's famished,
For want of a poore asper, set me to sea againe,
The tenth of what I'le bring you in, shall connteruaile
The reuenew of the Indies.
Gou.
The slaue is mad, we'le send you far enough,
Lady depose the for't, you shall haue iustice.
Uoad.
By our great Prophet Mahomet.
Ward.
You do me wrong, let me in priuate speake to her
Ere she betray my life, it is no lesse
Then your owne law affoords me.
Turk.
The weakenesse of her body brookes it not.
Gou.
How say you Voada, can you affoord him speech?
Uoad.
I'le giue his vaine words hearing, though to much paine
Oh my deepe wound let all remoue from hence.
Ward.
Had she a heart of brasse I'de pierce it, leaue vs all.
Voad.
Now sir your motion,
Ward.
Wherein hath my desert stro'd so much ill
To straine thy hate, to this a high beyond,
What we seeme malice, I lou'd that face so well
To purchase it I exchang'd my heauen with hell.
And to be bar'd what I so deerely paid for,
I'st not a plague sufficient? but thy faith
Must now be sold, to be a vengeance greater,
To pay me vngratefull hire, canst thou behold
These eyes stroke inward, as asham'd to view
The fires which first betraid them, this mind, body,
That doth conteine a soule more blacke and dismall
Then is the rauen night, these armes, that haue so oft
Made to thee rules of loue, now famished
For want of what thou surfets on, canst without teares
Behold my miseries?
Uoad.
Ha, ha, ha.
Ward.
Prodigy of woman, dost laugh?
This is true musicke, could I inioy these tunes
My selfe would be thy Iaylor.
Ward.
Why then thy wound is not dangerous?
Voad.
A meere scratch, know that I am reueng'd
Of my Fidelios death, and as thy tortures
Each houre increase, so shall my harmony
Till vengeance period giue vnto thy destiny.
Ward.
I will discouer thy hypocrisy.
Voad.
You are preuented, help, I found, I fall.
Ward.
As low as hell there keepe thy festiuall.
Gou.
Hold murderous villaine, all tortures man ere knew,
Shall be inflicted on thee.
Omn.
Inhumane dog.
Ward.
Ha, ha, ha, I laugh at you.
Here's a preseruatiue, against all your poysons
True Balsamum for villany,, who will soare high
First lesson that he learn's, must be to dye.
Heres precedent for him, you're slaus of Mahomet
Vngratefull curs, that haue repaid me thus
For all the seruice that I haue done for you,
He that hath brought more treasure to your shore
Then all Arabia yeelds, he that hath showne you
The way to conquer Europe, did first impart,
What your forefathers knew not, the seamans art;
Which had they attein'd, this vuiuerse had bene
One Monarchy: may all your seed be damn'd
The name of Ottaman be the onely scorne
And by-word to all Nations; may his owne slaues
Teare out the bowels of the last remaines
Vnto his bloud-propt throne, may ye cut each others throate:
Or may, oh may the force of Christendome
Be reunited, and all at once require
The liues of all that you haue murdered,
Beating a path out to Ierusalem,
Ouer the bleeding breasts of you and yours.
Omn.
Vnheard of monster.
Ward.
Lastly, oh may I be the last of all my country
All you that liue by theft and Piracies,
That sell your liues and soules to purchase graues,
That dye to hell, and liue farre worse then slaues,
Let dying Ward tell you that heauen is iust,
And that dispaire attends on bloud and lust:
Omn.
Downe with the villaine.
Gou.
Teare the wretch peece-meale, throw his accursed limbs
Into the raging bowels of the sea.
His monument in brasse wee'le thus ingraue,
VVard sold his country, turn'd Turke, and died a slaue.
| A Christian turn'd Turke : Or, The Tragicall Liues and Deaths of the two Famous Pyrates, Ward and Dansiker | |