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Scene 3.

Enter Larasco, with three Neighbours.
Lar.
No quarrels Gentlemen! that's my decree,
For I'm a Tyrant if you anger me:
A Lyon incarnate—for the least word,
I must have satisfaction with the sword.
This Bilboe, simple as it hangs, has sped
Whole dozens in a morning at Madrid.
Heark ye! this bold French boy that made such work
In Flanders, and the huge Venetian Turk.
Both pay a pension to this dreadful Sword—
You know more then the King does; not a Word—

1. Neigh.
O wonderful how strongly is he made?

2. Neigh.
Well we are blest to meet this noble blade.

Lar.
The King imployes so many flatt'ring Spies,
I could not rest but for this base disguise.
You are all true—

All. 3.
I! I! I!—

Lar.
Nay were you base,
Not one of you should live to leave this place.
Would you be Souldiers? men of great command?
Shew but a line from this victorious hand
Though I'm so feirce; sometimes I'm pleasant too,
And fool with mortals, as I dance with you.

The Dance
Lar.
Hold! hold! this boxing may my courage raise,
Which only blood and gapeing wounds alaies.
When the dog Turk was at Lepanto beat,
Who was it think ye gave him that defeat?
The wings were lost, the plain with dead was fill'd,
The Cannon taken and the body reeld,
But never was there so much horrour seen,
As when my single troop of horse fell in.
Th'rough Guns, Swords, fire and blood I led the way,
Ralli'd the flying troops and won the day.
The Turkes like fearful sheep we overcame,
You could not hear the Cannons for my name,
Larasco! Larasco! Victoria!

All.
Larasco! Victoria! Larasco!

Enter Fenise and Alonzo.
Fen.
Sirrah! what saucy noise is this I hear?

[Neighbors run off.
Lar.
Only a little harmeless musick Sir—

Fen.
Haste, haste, Larasco! and prepare my horse;
To your advice I now will have recourse.
Woman farewel! Glory and Fame I'll court;
Alonzo! see her not, the time's too short:
My passion may revive by longer stay.

Alon.
Bravely resolv'd—
When you are ready, I'll soon lead the way
[Exit Fenise.
This murth'ring beauty I must needs survey
What's your bus'ness here?

Enter Sanchez.
San.
Hearing that you wanted a man I came,
To tender my service to you

Alon.
Where hast thou liv'd?

San.
I serv'd a wealthy man in India last:
Signior Don Pedro—

Alon.
De Valiza was't?

San.
The same; I serv'd him 'till his latest breath.

Alon.
Why, he was shiprack'd; how did'st thou 'scape death?

San.
No Sir he did at Sea pay Natures debt—
So good a master, I shall ne'r forget.

Alon.
Canst tell what Port the Vessel made, and where
Those little Ladies are, which he had there.

San.
The ship arriv'd in Spain, I know no more;
I was next day found dead upon the shore:
My sense so long was lost, I ne'r did know
How I came there, or who had us'd me so.

Alon.
[Exit Sanchez.