 | The double Marriage |  |
Actus Secundus.
Scæna prima.
Enter Boteswain and Gunner.Bots.
Ley here before the wind; up with her Canvase
And let her work, the wind begins to whistle;
Clap all her streamers on, and let her dance,
As if she were the Minion of the Ocean.
Let her bestride the billows till they rore,
And curle their wanton heads. Ho, below there:
Ho, ho, within.
Ley her North-east, and thrust her missen out,
The day grows faire and cleare, and the wind Courts us.
O for a lusty saile now, to give chase to.
Gun.
A stubborn Barke, that wo'd but bear up to us,
And change a broadside bravely.
Bots.
Where's the Duke?
Gun.
I have not seen him stir to day.
Bots.
O Gunner,
What bravery dwels in his age, and what valour?
And to his friends, what gentlenesse and bounty?
How long have we been inhabitants at Sea here?
Gun.
Some fourteen yeers.
Bots.
By fourteen lives I swear then,
This Element never nourisht such a Pirate;
So great, so fearlesse, and so fortunate,
So patient in his want, in Act so valiant.
How many saile of wel man'd ships before us,
As the Bonuto does the flying fish,
Have we pursued and scowerd, that to outstrip us,
They have been fain to hang their very shirts on?
What Gallies have we bang'd, and sunke, and taken;
Whose onely fraughts were fire, and stern defiance?
And nothing spoke but Bullet in all these.
How like old Neptune have I seen our Generall
Standing ith' Poope, and tossing his steel Trident,
Commanding both the Sea and Winds to serve him?
Gun.
His daughter too, which is the honour, Boteswain,
Of all her sex; that Martiall mayd.
Bots.
A brave wench.
Gun.
How oftentimes, a fight being new begun,
Has she leap'd down, and took my Linstock from me,
And crying, now fly right, fir'd all my chasers?
Then like the Image of the warlike Goddesse,
Her Target brac'd upon her arme, her Sword drawn,
And anger in her eyes, leap'd up again,
And bravely hal'd the Barke. I have wondred Botswain,
That in a body made so delicate,
So soft for sweet embraces, so much fire,
And manly soule, not starting at a danger.
Bots.
Her Noble father got her in his fury,
And so she proves a souldier.
Gun.
This to I wonder at,
Taking so many strangers as he does,
He uses them with that respect and coolnesse,
Not making prize, but onely borrowing
What may supply his want: nor that for nothing;
But renders back what they may stand in need of,
Aud then parts lovingly: Where, if he take
His Countreyman, that should be neerest to him,
And stand most free from danger, he sure pays for't:
He drownes or hangs the men, ransacks the Barke,
Then gives her up a Bonfire to his fortune.
Bots.
The wrongs he has receiv'd from that dull Countrey,
That's all I know has purchas'd all his cruelty.
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The ship runs merrily; my Captain's melancholy,
And nothing cures that in him but a Sea-fight:
I hope to meet a faile boy, and a right one.
Gun.
That's my hope too; I am ready for the pastime.
Bots.
I'th mean time let's bestow a song upon him,
To shake him from his dumps, and bid good day to him.
Ho, in the hold.
Enter a Boy.
Boy.
Here, here.
Botes.
To th'main top boy.
And thou kenst a ship that dares defie us,
Here's Gold.
Boy.
I am gon.
Exit Boy.
Bots.
Come sirs, a queint Levet.
Trump. a levet.
To waken our brave Generall. Then to our labour.
Enter Duke of Sesse above and his duaghter Martia like an Amazon.
Sess.
I thank you loving mates; I thank you all.
There's to prolong your mirth, & good morrow to you.
Daugh.
Take this from me, you'r honest valiant friends;
And such we must make much of. Not a sayle stirring?
Gun.
Not any within ken yet.
Botes.
Without doubt Lady,
The wind standing so faire and full upon us,
We shall have sport anon. But noble Generall,
Why are you still so sad? you take our edge off;
You make us dull, and spirit-lesse.
Sess.
Ile tell ye,
Because I will provoke you to be fortunate;
For when you know my cause, twill double arme you.
This woman never knew it yet; my daughter,
Some discontents she has.
Daugh.
Pray sir go forward.
Ses.
These fourteen yeeres, I have stoed it here at Sea,
Where the most curious thought could never find it.
Bots.
Call up the Master, and all the Mates.
Enter below the Master and Saylers.
Ses.
Good morrow.
Mast.
Good morrow to our Generall, a good one,
And to that Noble Lady all good wishes.
Daugh.
I thank you Master.
Sess.
Mark me, thus it is then;
Which I did never think to have discovered,
Till full revenge had wooed me; but to satisfie
My faithfull friends, thus I cast off my burden.
In that short time I was a Courtier,
And followed that most hated of all Princes,
Ferrant the full example of all mischiefes,
Compel'd to follow to my soule a stranger,
It was my chance one day to play at Chesse
For some few Crowns, with a mynion of this Kings,
A mean poor man, that onely serv'd his pleasures;
Removing of a Rook, we grew to words;
From this to hotter anger: to be short,
I got a blow.
Daugh.
How, how my Noble father?
Ses.
A blow my girle, which I had soon repayd,
And sunk the slave for ever, had not odds
Thrust in betwixt us. I went away disgrac'd—
Daugh.
For honours sake not so sir.
Ses.
For that time, wench;
But calld upon him, like a Gentleman,
By many private friends; knockt at his valour,
Courted his honour hourely to repaire me;
And tho he were a thing my thoughts made sleight on,
And onely worth the fury of my footman,
Still I pursued him Nobly.
Daugh.
Did he escape you?
My old brave father, could you sit down so coldly?
Ses.
Have patience, and know all. Pursued him fairly,
Till I was laught at, scornd, my wrongs made may games.
By him unjustly wrong'd, should be all justice,
The slave protected; yet at length I found him,
Found him, when he suppos'd all had been buried;
And what I had received durst not be questioned;
And then he fell, under my Sword he fell,
For ever sunk; his poore life, like the ayre,
Blown in an empty bubble, burst, and left him,
No Noble wind of memory to raise him.
But then began my misery, I fled;
The Kings frowns following, and my friends dispaires;
No hand that durst relieve: my Countrey fearfull,
Basely and weakly fearfull of a tyrant;
Which made his bad will worse, stood still and wondred,
Their vertues bedrid in e'm; then my girle,
A little one, I snatch'd thee from thy nurse,
The modell of thy fathers miseries:
And some small wealth was fit for present carriage,
And got to Seal; where I profest my anger,
And wil do, whilst that base ungratefull Countrey,
And that bad King, have blood or means to quench me.
Now ye know all.
Mast.
We know all, and admire all;
Go on and do all still, and still be fortunate.
Daught.
Had you done lesse, or lost this Noble anger,
You had been worthy then mens empty pities,
And not their wonders. Go on, and use your justice;
And use it still with that fell violence
It first appeared to you; if you go lesse,
Or take a doting mercy to protection,
The honour of a father I disclaim in you,
Call back all duty, and will be prowder of
The infamous and base name of a whore,
Then daughter to a great Duke and a coward.
Sess.
Mine own sweet Martia, no; thou knowst my nature,
It cannot, must not be.
Daugh.
I hope it shal not.
But why sir, do you keep alive still young Ascanio,
Prince of Rossana, King Ferrants most belov'd one,
You took two moneths agoe?
Why is not he flung overboord, or hang'd?
Ses.
Ile tell thee girle:
It were a mercy in my nature now,
So soon to break the bed of his afflictions;
I am not so far reconcil'd yet to him
To let him die, that were a benefit.
Besides, I keep him as a bayt and dyet,
To draw on more, and neerer to the King,
I look each hour to heare of his Armados,
And a hot welcome they shall have.
Daugh.
But hark you?
If you were overswayed with oddes—
Ses.
I find you:
I would not yield; no girle, no hope of yeelding,
Nor fling my self one houre into their mercies,
And give the tyrant hope to gain his Kingdom.
No, I can sink wench, and make shift to die;
A thousand doores are open, I shal hit one.
I am no niggard of my life, so it goe Nobly:
All waies are equall and all houres; I care not.
Daugh.
Now you speak like my father.
Mast.
Noble General,
If by our means they inherit ought but bangs,
The mercy of the main yard light upon us.
No, we can sinke too sir, and sinke low enough,
To pose their cruelties, to follow us:
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A thousand cowards suck his bones.
Gun.
Let the worst come,
I can unbreech a Canon, and without much help
Turn her into the Keele; and when she has split it,
Every man knows his way, his own prayers,
And so good night I think.
Mast.
We have liv'd all with you,
Boy a top.
And will die with you Generall.
Sess.
I thank you Gentlemen.
Boy
above.
A Sayle, a Sayle.
Mast.
A cheerfull sound.
Boy.
A Sayle.
Bots.
Of whence? of whence boy?
Boy.
A lusty sayle.
Daugh.
Look right, and look again.
Boy.
She plows the Sea before her,
And fomes i'th mouth.
Bots.
Of whence?
Boy.
I ken not yet sir.
Sess.
O may she prove of Naples.
Mast.
Prove the Divell,
We'l spit out sire as thick as she.
Boy.
Hoy.
Mast.
Brave boy.
Boy.
Of Naples Naples, I think of Naples, Master,
Me thinks I see the Armes.
Mast.
Up, up another,
And give more certain signes.
Exit Saylor.
Sess.
All to your businesse,
And stand but right and true—
Bots.
Hang him that halts now.
Boy.
Sh'as us in chase.
Mast.
We'l spare her our main top-saile,
He shall not look us long, we are no starters.
Down with the fore-saile too, we'l spoom before her.
Mart.
Gunner, good noble Gunner, for my honour
Load me but these two Minions in the chape there;
And load 'em right, that they may bid faire welcome,
And be thine eye and level as thy heart is.
Gun.
Madam, Ile scratch 'em out, Ile pisse 'em out else.
Sayl.
above.
Ho.
Sess.
Of whence now?
Sayl.
Of Naples, Naples, Naples.
I see her top flag how she quarters Naples.
I heare her Trumpets.
Sess.
Down, she's welcome to us.
Exit Mast. Bots. Gun. Sayl.
Every man to his charge, man her i'th bowe wel.
And place your rakers right, daughter be sparing.
Mart.
I sweare Ile be above sir, in the thickest,
And where most danger is, Ile seek for honour.
They have begun, harke how their Trumpets call us.
Hark how the wide mouth'd Cannons sing amongst us.
Heark how they saile; out of our shels for shame sir.
Sess.
Now fortune and my cause.
Mart.
Be bold and conquer.
Exit.
Charge Trumpets and shot within.
Enter Master, and Boteswain.
Mast.
They'l board us once again; they'r tuffe & valiant.
Botes.
Twice we have blown 'em into th'ayre like feathers.
And made 'em dance.
Mast.
Good boys, fight bravely, manly.
Enter Gunner.
They come on yet; clap in her stern, & yoke 'em.
Gun.
You shall not need, I have provision for 'em;
Let 'em boord once again; the next is ours.
Stand bravely to your Pikes, away, be valiant.
I have a second course of service for 'em,
Shall make the bowels of their Barke ake, boy
The Duke fights like a Dragon. Who dares be idle.
Exit.
Charge, Trumpets, pieces goe off.
Enter Master, Boteswaine following.
Mast.
Down with 'em, stow 'em in.
Bots.
Cut their throats, tis brotherhood to fling 'em into the Sea.
The Duke is hurt, so is his lovely daughter Martia.
We have the day yet.
Enter Gunner.
Gun.
Pox fire 'em, they have smok'd us, never such plumbs yet flew.
Bots.
They have rent the ship, & bor'd a hundred holes,
She swims still lustily.
Mast.
She made a brave fight, and she shall be cur'd,
And make a braver yet.
Gun.
Bring us some Cans up, I am hot as fire.
Enter Boy with 3 Cans.
Botes.
I am sure I am none o'th coolest.
Gun.
My Cannons rung like Bels. Here's to my Mistris.
The dainty Sweet brasse Minion, split their fore-mast,
She never failed.
Mast.
Ye did all well, and truly, like faithfull honest men.
Botes.
But is she rich Master?
Trumpet flourish.
Enter Sesse, Martia, Virolet, Saylors.
Mast.
Rich for my Captains purpose howsoever,
And we are his. How bravely now he shows,
Heated in blood and anger? how do you sir?
Not wounded mortally I hope?
Sess.
No Master, but onely weare the livery of fury.
I am hurt, and deep.
Mast.
My Mistris too?
Mart.
A scratch man,
My needle would ha done as much good sir,
Be provident and carefull.
Sess.
Prethee peace girle,
This wound is not the first blood I have blusht in,
Ye fought all like tall men, my thanks among ye,
That speaks not what my purse means, but my tongue, souldiers.
Now sir, to you that sought me out, that found me,
That found me what I am, the Tyrants Tyrant;
You that were imp'd the weak arme to his folly,
You are welcome to your death.
Vir.
I do expect it,
And therefore need no complement, but waite it.
Sess.
Thou bor'st the face once of a Noble Gentleman,
Rankt in the first file of the vertuous,
By every hopefull spirit, shewed and pointed,
Thy Countries love; one that advanc'd her honour,
Not taynted with the base and servile uses
The Tyrant ties mens soules too. Tell me Uirolet,
If shame have not forsook thee, with thy credit.
Uir.
No more of these Racks; what I am I am.
I hope not to go free with poore confessions;
Nor if I show ill, will I seem a monster,
By making my mind prisoner; do your worst.
When I came out to deale with you, I cast it,
Onely those base inflictions fit for slaves,
Because I am a Gentleman.
Sess.
Thou art none.
Thou wast while thou stoodst good, th'art now a villain
And agent for the divell.
Uir.
That tongue lies.
Give me my Sword again, and stand all arm'd;
Ile prove it on ye all, I am a Gentleman,
A man as faire in honour; rate your prisoners;
How poore and like a Pedagogue it shews?
How far from Noblenesse? tis fair, you may kil's;
But to defame your victory with foule language.
Ses.
Go, fling him overboord; Ile teach you sirra.
Uir.
You cannot teach me to die. I could kill you now
With patience, in despising all your cruelties.
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Ses.
Away I say.
Mar.
Stay sir, h'as given you such bold language,
I am not reconcil'd to him yet, and therefore
He shall not have his wish observ'd so neerly,
To die when he please; I beseech you stay sir.
Ses.
Do with him what thou wilt.
Mar.
Carry him to th'Bilboes,
And clap him fast there, with the Prince.
Viro.
Do Lady,
For any death you give, I am bound to blesse you.
Exit Virolet, and Saylors.
Mar.
Now to your Cabin, sir; pray lean upon me,
And take your rest, the Surgeons waite all for you.
Ses.
Thou makest me blush to see thee bear thy fortuns;
Why, sure I have no hurt, I have not fought sure?
Mast.
You bleed apace, Sir.
Mart.
Ye grow cold too.
Ses.
I must be ruld, no leaning,
My deepest wounds scorn Crutches.
All.
A brave Generall.
Flor. Trumpets, Cornets.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter two Saylors.
1 Sayl.
Will they not moore her?
2 Sayl.
Not till we come to the Fort,
This is too weak a place for our defences,
The Carpenters are hard at worke; she swims well,
And may hold out another fight. The ship we took
Burns there to give us light.
1 Sayl.
She made a brave fight.
2 Sayl.
She put us all in feare.
1 Sayl.
Beshrew my heart did she.
Her men are gone to Candy, they are pepper'd,
All but this prisoner.
2 Sayl.
Sure he's a brave fellow.
1 Say.
A stubborn knave, but we have pul'd his bravery.
He discovers Virolet and Ascanio in the Bilboes.
Look how he looks now: come let's go serve his dyet,
Which is but bread and water.
2 Sayl.
He'l grow fat on't.
Exeunt Saylors.
Ascan.
I must confesse I have endured much misery,
even almost to the ruine of my spirit,
But ten times more grows my affliction,
To finde my friend here.
Viro.
Had we serv'd our Countrey,
Or honesties, as we have serv'd our follies,
We had not been here now?
Ascan.
Tis to true Virolet.
Viro.
And yet my end in ventring for your safety,
Pointed at more then Ferrants will, a base one;
Some service for mine own, some for my Nation,
Some for my friend; but I am rightly payd,
That durst adventure such a Noble office,
From the most treacherous command of mischiefe;
You know him now?
Ascan.
And when I neerer knew him,
Then when I waited, Heaven be witnesse with me,
(And if I lie my miseries still load me)
With what teares I have woed him, with what prayers,
What weight of reasons I have layd, what dangers;
Then, when the peoples curses flew like storms;
And every tongue was whetted to defame him,
To leave his doubts, his tyrannies, his slaughters,
His fell oppressions. I know I was hated too.
Viro.
And all mankind that knew him: these confessions
Do no good to the world, to Heaven they may.
Let's study to die well, we have liv'd like coxcombs.
Ascan.
That my mis-fortune, should lose you too.
Viro.
Yes;
And not onely me, but many more, and better:
For my life, tis not this; or might I save yours,
And some brave friends I have engag'd, let me go;
It were the meritorious death I wish for,
But we must hang or drown like whelps.
Ascan.
No remedy.
Viro.
On my part I expect none. I know the man,
And know he has been netled to the quick too,
I know his nature.
Ascan.
A most cruell nature.
Vir.
His wrongs have bred him up. I cannot blame him.
Ascan.
He has a daughter too, the greatest scorner,
And most insulter upon misery.
Viro.
For those, they are toyes to laugh at, not to lead men:
A womans mirth or anger, like a meteor
Glides and is gone, and leaves no crack behind it;
Our miseries would seem like masters to us,
And shake our manly spirits into feavors,
If we respected those; the more they glory,
And raise insulting Trophies on our ruines;
The more our vertues shine in patience.
Sweet Prince, the name of death was never terrible
To him that knew to live; nor the loud torrent
Of all afflictions, singing as they swim,
A gall of heart, but to a guilty conscience:
Whilst we stand faire, but by a two-edg'd storm,
We find untimely fals, like early Roses;
But to the earth, we beare our native sweetnesse.
Ascan.
Good sir go on.
Viro.
When we are little children,
And cry and fret for every toy comes crosse us;
How sweetly do we shew, when sleep steales on us?
When we grow great, but our affections greater,
And struggle with this stubborn twin, born with us;
And tug and pull, yet still we finde a Giant:
Had we not then the priviledge to sleep,
Our everlasting sleep? he would make us ideots;
The memory and monuments of good men
Are more then lives, and tho their Tombs want tongues,
Yet have they eyes, that daily sweat their losses;
And such a teare from stone, no time can value.
To die both young and good, are natures curses,
As the world says; ask truth, they are bountious blessings:
For then we reach at Heaven, in our full vertues,
And fix our selves new Stars, crown'd with our goodnes.
Asc.
You have double arm'd me.
Srange Musick within, Hoboys.
Hark, what noyse is this?
What horrid noyse is the Sea pleas'd to sing,
A hideous Dirg to our deliverance?
Viro.
Stand fast now.
Within strange cries, horrid noyse, Trumpets.
Asc.
I am fixt.
Viro.
We feare ye not.
Enter Martia
Let death appear in all shapes, we smile on him.
Asc.
The Lady now.
Viro.
The face oth' Maske is alter'd.
Asc.
What will she doe?
Viro.
Do what she can, I care not.
Asc.
She looks on you sir.
Viro.
Rather she looks through me,
But yet she stirs me not.
Mart.
Poore wretched slaves,
Why do you live? or if ye hope for mercy,
Why do not you houle out, and fill the hold
With lamentations, cries, and base submissions,
Worthy our scorn?
Viro.
Madam, you are mistaken;
We are no slaves to you, but to blind fortune;
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Certain our friend, I would not bow unto her;
I would not cry, nor aske so base a mercy:
If you see any thing, in our appearance,
Worthy your sexes softnes and your own glory?
Do it for that; and let that good reward it:
We cannot beg.
Mart.
Ile make you beg, and bow too.
Viro.
Madam for what?
Mart.
For life; and when you hope it,
Then will I laugh and triumph on your basenesse.
Asc.
Madam tis true, there may be such a favour,
And we may aske it too; aske it with honour;
And thanke you for that favour, nobly thank you,
Tho it be death; but when we beg a base life,
And beg it of your scorn—
Viro.
Y'are couzened woman,
Your handsomnesse may do much, but not this way;
But for your glorious hate—
Mart.
Are ye so stubborn?
Death, I will make you bow.
Vir.
It must be in your bed then;
There you may worke me to humility.
Mart.
Why, I can kill thee.
Viro.
If you do it handsomely;
It may be I can thank you, else—
Mart.
So glorious?
Asca.
Her cruelty now workes.
Mart.
Yet woot thou?
Virt.
No.
Mart.
Wilt thou for life sake?
Viro.
No, I know your subtilty.
Mart.
For honour sake?
Viro.
I will not be a Pageant,
My mind was ever firm, and so Ile lose it.
Mart.
Ile starve thee to it.
Viro.
Ile starve my selfe, and crosse it.
Mart.
Ile lay thee on such miseries—
Viro.
Ile weare 'em,
And with that wantonnesse, you do your Bracelets.
Mart.
Ile be a moneth a killing thee.
Viro.
Poore Lady,
Ile be a moneth a dying then: what's that?
There's many a Callenture outdoes your cruelty.
Mart.
How might I do, in killing of his body,
To save his Noble mind? Who waites there?
Enter a Saylor with a rich Cap and Mantle.
Sayl.
Maddam.
Mart.
Unbolt this man, and leave those things behind you,
And so away. Now put 'em on. Uunbolt him.
Exit Sailor.
Viro.
To what end?
Mart.
To my end, to my will.
Viro.
I will.
Mart.
I thank you.
Viro.
Nay, now you thank me, Ile do more. Ile tell ye,
I am a servant to your curtesie,
And so far will be wooed: but if this triumph
Be onely aym'd, to make your mischiefe glorious;
Lady, y'ave put a richer shroud upon me,
Which my strong mind shall suffer in.
Mart.
Come hither,
And all thy bravery put into thy carriage,
For I admire thee.
Viro.
Whither will this woman?
Asc.
Take heed my friend.
Mart.
Look as thou scorndst my cruelty:
I know thou doest.
Vir.
I never fear'd, nor flatter'd.
Mart.
No if thou hadst, thou hadst died, & I had gloried.
I suffer now, and thou which art my prisoner,
Hast Nobly won the free power to despise me.
I love thee, and admire thee for thy Noblenesse;
And for thy manly sufferance, am thy servant.
Vir.
Good Lady, mock me not.
Mart.
By Heaven I love thee;
And by the soule of love, am one piece with thee.
Thy mind, thy mind; thy brave, thy manly mind:
That like a Rock stands all the storms of fortune,
And beats 'em roaring back they cannot reach thee:
That lovely mind I dote on, not the body;
That mind has rob'd me of my liberty:
That mind has darken'd all my bravery,
And into poor despis'd things, turn'd my angers.
Receive me to your love sir, and instruct me;
Receive me to your bed, and marry me:
Ile wait upon you, blesse the houre I knew you.
Viro.
Is this a new way?
Mart.
If you doubt my faith.
First take your liberty; Ile make it perfect,
Or any thing within my power.
Viro.
I love you;
But how to recompence your love with marriage?
Alas, I have a wife.
Mart.
Dearer then I am?
That will adventure so much for your safety?
Forget her fathers wrongs, quit her own honour,
Pull on her for a strangers sake, all curses?
Vir.
Shall this Prince have his freedom too?
Else all I love is gone, all my friends perish.
Mart.
He shall.
Vir.
What shall I do?
Mart.
If thou despise my curtesie,
When I am dead, for griefe I am forsaken,
And no soft hand left to asswage your sorrows;
Too late, but too true, curse your own cruelties.
Ascan.
Be wise; if she be true, no thred is left else,
To guide us from this laborinth of mischiefe;
Nor no way for our friends.
Viro.
Thus then, I take you:
I bind ye to my life, my love.
Mart.
I take you,
And with the like bond tye my heart your servant;
W'are now almost at Harbour, within this houre,
In the dead watch, Ile have the long boat ready;
And when I give the word, be sure you enter,
Ile see ye furnisht both immediately,
And like your selfe; some trusty man shall wait you,
The watch Ile make mine own; onely my love
Requires a stronger vow, which Ile administer
Before we go.
Viro.
Ile take it to confirm you.
Mart.
Go in, there are the Keys, unlock his fetters,
And arme ye Nobly both; Ile be with you presently,
And so this loving kisse.
Ascan.
Be constant Lady.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter the Duke of Sesse by Torchlight, Master and Surgeon, with him.
Surg.
You grow so angry sir, your wound goes backward.
Sess.
I am angry at the time, at none of you,
That sends but one poor subject for revenge;
I would have all the Court, and all the villany,
Was ever practiz'd under that foule Ferrand
Tyrant, and all to quench my wrath.
Mast.
Be patient,
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For certaine they will seeke you, to satisfy,
And to the full, your anger.
Ses.
Death, they dare not:
They know that I command death, feed his hunger,
And when I let him loose—
Sur.
You'l never heale sir,
If these extreames dwell in you, you are old,
And burn your spirits out with this wild angers.
Ses.
Thou liest, I am not old, I am as lusty
And full of manly heat as them, or thou art.
Mast.
No more of that.
Ses.
And dare seek out a danger;
And hold him at the swords point, when thou tremblest
And creepest into thy box of salves to save thee.
O Master, I have had a dreadfull dream to night!
Me-thought the ship was all on fire, and my lov'd Daughter,
To save her life, leapt into th'Sea; where suddainly
A stranger snatch'd her up, and swom away with her.
Mast.
'Twas but the heate o'th fight sir.
Boateswain within & Sailor.
Botes.
Look out, what's that?
Sail.
The long bote as I live.
Bote.
Ho, there, ith long Bote.
She claps on all her Oares.
Ses.
What noise is that?
Hoy.
Mast.
I hear sir—
Exit Master.
Boats.
The devill or his dam; haile her agen boyes.
Ssail.
The long boate, ho, the long boate.
Ses.
Why, the long boate?
Where is the long Boate?
Boat.
She is stolne off.
En. Master.
Ses.
Who stole her?
O my prophetique soule!
Mast.
Your daughter's gone sir;
The prisoners, and six Saylors, rogues.
Ses.
Mischief, six thousand plagues sale with 'em;
They'r in her yet, make out.
Mast.
We have ne'r a Boate.
En. Gunner.
Gun.
Who knew of this trick?
Ses.
Weigh Anchors and away.
Boat.
We ha' no winde sir,
They'l beate us with their Oares.
Ses.
Then sinke 'em Cunner,
O sink 'em, sink 'em, sink 'em, claw 'em Gunner;
As ever thou hast lov'd me.
Gun.
I'le do reason,
But i'le be hangd before I hurt the Lady.
Exit Gun.
Ses.
Who knew of this?
Trump a peece or two go off.
Mast.
We stand all clear.
Ses.
What divel
Put this base trick into her tayle? my daughter,
And run away with rogues! I hope she's sunk,
A peece or two.
Or torne to pieces with the shot; rots find her,
The leprosy of whore, stick ever to her,
En. Gunner.
O she has ruind my revenge.
Gun.
She is gone sir,
I cannot reach her with my shot.
Ses.
Rise winds, blow till you burst the aire,
Blow till ye burst the aire, and swell the Seas,
That they may sink the starres, O dance her, dance her;
Shes impudently wanton, dance her, dance her,
Mount her upon your surges, coole her, coole her
She runs hot like a whore, coole her, coole her;
O now a shot to sink her; come, cut Cables;
I will away, and where she sets her foote
Although it be in Ferrants court, ile follow her,
And such a fathers vengeance shall she suffer—
Dare any man stand by me?
Mast.
All, all.
Boats.
All sir.
Gun.
And the same cup you taste.
Ses.
Cut Cables then;
For I shall never sleep, nor know what peace is,
Till I have pluckt her heart out;
All
within.
O maine there.
Exeunt.
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