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Actus Tertius.
Enter severally, Lamure, Franvile, Morillat.Lam.
Oh! what a tempest have I in my stomack?
How my empty guts cry out? my wounds ake,
Would they would bleed again, that I might get
Something to quench my thirst.
Fran.
O Lamure, the happinesse my doggs had
When I kept house at home! they had a storehouse,
A stourehouse of most blessed bones and crusts,
Happy crusts: Oh! how sharp hunger pinches me?
Exit Franvile
Mor.
O my importunate belly I have nothing
To satisfie thee; I have sought,
As far as my weake legs would carry me,
Yet can find nothing: neither meat nor water;
Nor any thing thats nourishing,
My bellies grown together like an empty sachell.
Enter Franvile.
Lam.
How now what news?
Mor.
Hast any meat yet?
Fran.
Not a bit that I can see;
Here be goodly quarries, but they be cruell hard
To gnaw: I ha got some mud, we'l eat it with spoons,
Very good thick mud: but it stinkes damnably;
Ther's old rotten trunks of Trees to,
But not a leafe nor blossome in all the Island.
Lam.
How it looks?
Mor.
It stinkes too.
Lam.
It may be poyson.
Fran.
Let it be any thing;
So I can get it down: why man,
Poyson's a princely dish.
Mor.
Hast thou no Bisket?
No crumbs left in thy pocket: here's my dublet,
Give me but three small crumbes.
Fran.
Not for three Kingdoms,
If I were master of 'em: Oh Lamure,
But one poore joynt of Mutton: we ha scornd (man)
Lam.
Thou speakest of paradise,
Fran.
Or but the snuffes of those healths,
We have lewdly at midnight flang away.
Mor.
Ah! but to lick the Glasses.
En. Surgeon
Fran.
Here comes the Surgeon: what
Hast thou discovered? smile, smile, and comfort us.
Sur.
I am expiring;
Smile they that can: I can find nothing Gentlemen,
Here's nothing can be meate without a miracle.
O that I had my boxes and my lints now,
My slupes, my tents, and those sweet helps of nature,
What dainty dishes could I make of 'em.
Mor.
Hast neer an old suppository?
Sur.
Oh would I had sir.
Lam.
Or, but the paper where such a Cordiall
Potion or Pils hath bin entombd.
Fran.
Or, the blest bladder where a cooling glister
Mor.
Hast thou no searcloths left?
Nor any old poulties?
Fran.
We care not to what it hath bin ministred.
Sur.
Sure I have none of these dainties Gentlemen.
Fran.
Wher's the great Wen
Thou cutst from Hugh the saylers shoulder?
That would serve now for a most Princely banquet.
Sur.
I, if we had it Gentlemen.
I flung it over-board, slave that I was;
Lam.
A most unprovident villaine.
Sur.
If I had any thing that were but supple now!
I could make sallads of your shoos Gentlemen,
And rare ones: any thing unctious.
Mor.
I and then we might fry the soales 'ith Sun.
The soales would make a second dish.
Lam.
Or, souce 'em in the salt-water,
An inner soale well souc'd.
En. Aminta
Fran.
Here comes the Woman;
It may be she has meat and may relieve us,
Lets withdraw, and marke and then be ready,
Shee'l hide her store els, and so cozen us.
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How weary and how hungry am I,
How feeble and how faint is all my body?
Mine eyes like spent Lamps glowing out grow heavy,
My sight forsaking me and all my spirits,
As if they heard my passing bell go for me,
Pull in their powers and give me up to destiny,
Oh! for a little water: a little little meat,
A little to relieve me ere I perish:
I had whole floods of tears awhile that norisht me,
But they are all consum'd for thee deere Albert;
For thee they are spent, for thou art dead;
Mercilesse fate hath swallowd thee.
Oh—I grow heavy: sleep is a salve for misery;
Heaven look on me, and either take my life,
Or make me once more happy.
Lam.
SHee's fast asleep already,
Why should shee have this blessing, and we wake still,
Wake to our wants?
Mor.
This thing hath bin our overthrow,
And all these biting mischieves that fall on us
Are come through her means.
Fran.
True we were bound yee all know,
For happy places and most fertill islands,
Where we had constant promises of all things,
Shee turn'd the Captaines minde,
And must have him go in search, I know not of who,
Nor to what end: of such a foole her brother,
And such a coxcomb her kinsman, and we must put in every where,
She has put us in now yfaith.
Lam.
Why should we consume thus, and starve,
Have nothing to relieve us;
And shee live there that bred all our miseries,
Unrosted or unsod?
Mor.
I have read in stories.
Lam.
Of such restoring meates,
We have examples;
Thousand examples and allow'd for excellent;
Women that have eate their Children,
Men their slaves, nay their brothers: but these are nothing;
Husbands devoured their wives (they are their chattels,)
And of a Schoolemaster that in a time of famine,
Powdered up all his Schollers.
Mor.
Shee's young and tydie,
In my conscience shee'l eate delicatly;
Just like young Porke a little lean,
Your opinion Surgeon.
Sur.
I think shee may be made good meat.
But look we shall want Salt.
Fran.
Tush, she needs no powdering,
Sur.
I grant ye;
But to suck out the humorous parts: by all means,
Lets kill her in a chafe, shee'l eat the sweeter.
Lam.
Lets kill her any way: and kill her quickly,
That we might be at our meat.
Sur.
How if the Captaine?
Mor.
Talk not of him, hee's dead, and the rest famish'd.
Wake her Surgeon, and cut her throate,
And then divide her, every man his share.
Fran.
Shee wakes her selfe.
Amin.
Holy and good things keep me!
What cruell dreames have I had! who are these?
O they are my friends; for heavens sake Gentlemen
Give me some food to save my life: if ye have ought to spare;
A little to relieve me: I may blesse yee;
For weake and wretched, ready to perish
Even now I die.
Mor.
You'l save a labour then,
You bred these miseries, and you shall pay for't;
We have no meat, nor where to have we know not,
Nor how to pull our selves from these afflictions,
We are starv'd too, famisht, all our hopes deluded;
Yet ere we die thus, wee'l have one deinty meale.
Amin.
Shall I be with ye Gentlemen?
Lam.
Yes mary shall yee: in our bellies Lady.
We love you well—
Amin.
What said you sir?
Lam.
Mary wee'l eat your Ladiship.
Fran.
You that have buried us in this base Island,
Wee'l bury ye in a more noble Monument.
Sur.
Will ye say your prayers, that I may perform Lady?
We are wondrous sharp set; come Gentlemen,
Who are for the hinder parts?
Mor.
I.
Fran.
I.
Lam.
And I.
Sur.
Be patient;
They will not fall to every mans share.
Amin.
O hear me;
Hear me ye barbarous men.
Mor.
Be short and pithy.
Our stomakes cannot stay a long discourse.
Sur.
And be not fearfull,
For i'le kill ye daintily.
Amin.
Are ye not Christians?
Lam.
Why, do not Christians eat women?
En. Tibalt Master, Saylors.
Amin.
Eat one another? tis most impious.
Sur.
Come come.
Amin.
Oh, help, help, help.
Tib.
The Ladies voyce! stand off slaves,
What do you intend villains?
I have strength enough left me, if you abuse this soule,
To—
Ma.
They would have ravisht her upon my life,
Speak, how was it Lady?
Amin.
Forgive 'em, 'twas their hungers.
Tib.
Ha, their hungers!
Ma.
They would have eaten her.
Tib.
O dam'd villains; speak, is it true?
Sur.
I confesse an appetite.
Tib.
An appetite, i'le fit ye for an appetite.
Are ye so sharp set that her flesh must serve you?
Murther's a maine good service with your worships;
Since ye would be such devils,
Why did you not begin with one another handsomly,
And spare the woman to beget more food on?
Amin.
Good Sir.
Tib.
You shall grow mumey rascals;
I'le make you fall to your brawnes and your buttocks,
And worry one another like keen bandoggs.
Amin.
Good sir be mercifull.
Tib.
You shall know what tis to be damnd Canibals.
Amin.
O my best friend!
Enter Albert.
Al.
Alas poor heart! here,
Here's some meat and soveraigne drink to ease you,
Sit down gentle Sweet.
Amin.
I am blest to see you.
Tib.
Sir, not within forty foot of this food,
If you do dogs!
All.
Oh, Captain Captain, Captain.
Alb.
Ye shall have meat all of you.
Tib.
Captain, hear me first: hark,
Tis so inhumane! I would not ha the aire corrupted with it.
Alb.
O barbarous men! sit down Dupont,
Good Master and honest Saylors.
Tib.
But stand you off,
And waite upon our charity; i'le wait on you els;
And touch nothing but what's flung t'ee; as if you were dogs;
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I'le spoyle your carving.
Amin.
There wretches there.
Tib.
Eat your meate handsomly now,
And give Heaven thanks.
Alb.
There's more bread.
Tib.
See they snarle like dogs;
Eat quietly you rascals, eat quietly.
Alb.
There is drink too.
Tib.
Come, come, i'le fill you each your cups,
Ye shal not surfet.
Amin.
And what have you discovered?
Alb.
Sweet, a paradise,
A paradise inhabited with Angels,
Such as you are: their pitties makt 'em angels,
They gave me these viands, and supply'd me
With these pretious drinks.
Amin.
Shall not we see 'em?
Alb.
Yes, they will see you
Out of their charities, having heard our story
They will come, and comfort us, come presently
We shall no more know wants nor miseries.
Amin.
Are they all women?
Alb.
All, and all in love with us.
Amin.
How!
Alb.
Do not mistake: in love with our misfortunes,
They will cherish and relieve our men.
Tib.
Do you shrug now,
And pull up your noses? you smell comfort,
See they stretch out their Legs, like dottrels,
Each like a new Saint Dennis.
Alb.
Deere Mistris,
When you would name me, and the women hear,
Call me your brother, you i'le call my sister,
And pray observe this all—
Why do you change colour sweet.
Amin.
Eating too much meat.
Alb.
Sawce with jealousie;
Fie, fie deer saint, y faith ye are too blame,
Are ye not here? here fixt in my heart?
En. Rossellia, Clarinda, Crocale, Hipollitta Iuletta.
All.
Hark, hark;
Alb.
They are come, stand ready, & look nobly,
And with all humble reverence receive 'em,
Our lives depend upon their gentle pitties,
And death waits on their anger.
Mor.
Sure they are Fairies.
Tib.
Be they devils: devils of flesh and blood;
After so long a Lent, and tedious voyage
To me they are angels.
Fran.
O for some Eringoes!
Lam.
Potatoes or Cantharides.
Tib.
Peace you rouges that buy abilities of your pothecaries,
Had I but took the diet of green Cheese,
And Onions for a month, I could do wonders.
Ros.
Are these the Jewels you run mad for?
What can you see in one of these
To whom you would vouchsafe a gentle touch?
Can nothing perswade you
To love your selves, and place your happinesse
In cold and chast enbraces of each other.
Ju.
This is from the purpose.
Hip.
We had your grant to have them as they were.
Cla.
Tis a beauteous Creature,
And to my selfe, I do appeare deform'd,
When I consider her, and yet shee is
The strangers sister; why then should I fear?
Shee cannot prove my rivall.
Ros.
VVhen you repent,
That you refus'd my councell, may it add
To your afflictions, that you were forward;
Yet leap'd into the Gulfe of your misfortunes,
But have your wishes.
Mast.
Now she makes to us.
Amin.
I am instructed, but take heed Albert,
You prove not false;
Alb.
Ye are your own assurance,
And so acquainted with your own perfections,
That weak doubts cannot reach you; therefore fear not.
Ros.
That you are poor and miserable men,
My eyes inform me: that without our succours,
Hope cannot flatter you to dream of safety;
The present plight you are in, can resolve you
That to be mercifull, is to draw near
The Heavenly essence: whether you wilbe
Thankfull, I do not question; nor demand
VVhat country bred you, what names, what maners;
To us it is sufficient we relieve
Such as have shapes of men: and I command you,
As we are not ambitious to know
Farther of you, that on paine of death
You presume not to enquire what we are
Or whence deriv'd.
Alb.
In all things we obey you,
And thankfully we ever shall confesse
Our selves your creatures.
Ros.
You speak as becomes you;
First then and willingly deliver up
Those weapons we could force from you.
Alb.
VVe lay 'em down
Most gladly art your feet.
Tib.
I have had many a combat with a tall wench;
But never was disarm'd before.
Ros.
And now hear comfort,
Your wants shalbe supplied, and though it be
A debt women may challenge to be sued to,
Especially from such they may command;
VVe give up to you that power, and therefore
Freely each make his choyce.
Fran.
Then here I fix.
Mor.
Nay, she is mine: I eyed her first.
Lam.
This mine.
Tib.
Stay good rascals;
You are too forward, sir Gallant,
You are not giving order to a Taylor
For the fashion of a new suit;
Nor are you in your warehouse, master Merchant,
Stand back and give your betters leave: your betters;
And grumble not; if ye do, as I love meat
I will so swinge the salt itch out on you.
Captaine, Master and the rest of us,
That are brothers and good fellows: we have bin
Too late by the ears: and yet smart for our follies;
To end therefore all future emulation: if you please,
To trust to my election, you shall say,
I am not partiall to my selfe; I doubt not
Give content to all.
All,
Agreed, agreed.
Tib.
Then but observe how learned and discreetly,
I wil proceed, and as a skilfull Doctor
In all the quirks belonging to the game;
Read over your complexions: for you Captaine
Beinst first in place and therefore first to be serv'd,
I give my judgement thus, for your aspect
Y'are much inclind to melancholy: and that tels me
The sullen Saturue had predominance
At your nativity, a malignant planet,
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Of a soft and ruddy wench born under Venus,
It may prove fatall: therefore to your armes,
I give this rose-cheekt Virgin.
Cla.
To my wish;
Till now I never was happy.
Amin.
Nor I accurs'd.
Tib.
Master, you are old;
Yet love the game, that I perceive too,
And if not well spurd up, you may prove rusty;
Therefore to help ye here's a Bradamanta,
Or I am cosend in my calculation.
Cro.
A poore old man alloted to my share.
Ti.
Thou wouldst have two;
Nay I think twenty: but fear not wench,
Though he be old he's tough: look on's making,
Hee'l not fayle I warant thee.
Ros.
A merry fellow,
And were not man a creature I detest,
I could indure his company.
Ti.
Here's a fayre heard of Does before me,
And now for a barren one:
For though I like the sport: I do not love
To Father children: like the grand signior,
Thus I walk in my Seraglio,
And vew 'em as I passe: then draw I forth
My handkercher; and having made my choyce,
I thus bestow it.
Ros.
On me.
Ti.
On you: now my choyce is made;
To it you hungry rascals.
Alb.
Excellent.
Amin.
As I love goodnesse,
It makes me smile ith height of all my feares.
Cla.
What a strong contention you may behold
Between my Mothers mirth and anger.
Ti.
Nay, no coynesse: be mistrisse of your word,
I must and will enjoy you.
Ros.
Be adviz'd foole: alas I am old;
How canst thou hope content from one that's fifty.
Ti.
Never talke on't;
I have known good ones at threescore and upwards;
Besides the weathers hot: and men
That have experience, fear feavers:
A temperate diet is the only physick,
Your Julips nor Gujacum prunello's,
Champhire pils, nor Goord-water,
Come not neer your old woman;
Youthfull stomackes are still craving,
Though their be nothing left to stop their mouths with;
And believe me I am no frequent giver of those bounties:
Laugh on: laugh on: good Gentlemen do,
I shall make holiday and sleep, when you
Dig in the mines till your hearts ake.
Ros.
A mad fellow;
Well Sir, i'le give you hearing: and as I like
Your wooing and discourse: but I must tell ye sir,
That rich widdowes look for great sums in present,
Or assurances of ample joynters.
Ti.
That to me is easie,
For instantly i'le do it, hear me comrades.
Alb.
What sayst thou Tibalt?
Tib.
Why, that to woe a wench with empty hands
Is no good heraldy, therefore lets to the gold,
And share it equally: 'twill speak for us
More then a thousand complements or cringes,
Ditties stolne from Patrick, or discourse from Ovid,
Besides 'twill beget us respect,
And if ever fortune friend us with a Barque,
Largly supply us with all provision.
Alb.
Well advis'd, defer it not.
Ti.
Are ye all contented.
All.
We are?
Ti.
Lets away then,
Straight wee'l returne,
And you shall see our riches.
Exit.
Ros.
Since I know what wonder and amazement was,
I neer was so transported.
Cla.
Why weep ye gentle mayd?
There is no danger here to such as you;
Banish fear: for with us I dare promise,
You shall meet all courteous entertainment.
Cro.
We esteem our selves most happy in you.
Hip.
And blesse fortune that brought you hither.
Cla.
Hark in your eare;
I love you as a friend already,
Ere long you shall call me by a neerer name,
I wish your brother well: I know you apprehend me.
Amin.
I to my griefe I do;
Alas good Ladies, there is nothing left me
But thanks to pay ye with.
Enter Albert, Tibalt, and the rest with treasure.
Clar.
That's more
Then yet you stand ingaged for.
Ros.
So soon returnd!
Alb.
Hear: see the idoll of the Lapidary.
Ti.
These Pearls for which the slavish Negro
Dives to the bottome of the Sea.
Lam.
To get which the industrious Merchant
Touches at either pole.
Fran.
The never-fayling purchase
Of Lordships and of honors.
Mor.
The worlds Mistris,
That can give every thing to the possessors.
Ma.
For which the Saylors scorn tempestuous winds,
And spit defiance in the Sea.
Ti.
Speak Lady: look we not lovely now?
Ros.
Yes: yes, O my Starrs
Be now for ever blest, that have brought
To my revenge these robbers; take your arrowes,
And nayle these monsters to the earth.
Alb.
What mean ye Lady?
In what have we offended?
Ros.
O my daughter!
And you companions with me in all fortunes,
Look on these Caskets and these Jewels.
These were our own, when first we put to Sea
With good Sebastian: and these the Pyrats
That not alone depriv'd him of this treasure,
But also took his life.
Cro.
Part of my present
I well remember was mine own.
Hip.
And these were mine.
Ju.
Sure, I have worne this Jewel.
Ros.
Wherefore do ye stay then,
And not performe my command?
Al.
O Heaven!
What cruell fate pursues us.
Ti.
I am well enough serv'd,
That must be offring jointures, Jewels,
And precious stones more then I brought with me.
Ros.
Why, shoote ye not?
Cla.
Heare me deere Mother;
And when the greatest cruelty, is Justice,
Do not shew mercy: death to these starv'd wretches
Is a reward, not punishment: let 'em live
To undergoe the full weight of your displeasure.
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They have deserv'd: allow 'm some small pittance,
To linger out their tortures.
Ros.
Tis well counsell'd.
All.
And wee'l follow it;
Heare us speake.
Ros.
Peace dogs.
Bind 'em fast: when fury hath given way to reason,
I will determine of their sufferings,
Which shall be horrid. Vengeance, though slow pac'd,
At length oretakes the guilty; and the wrath
Of the incensed powers will fall most sure
On wicked men, when they are most secure.
Exeunt.
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