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Actus Quintus.
Enter Fernando, Francisco, Pedro, Roderigo, Clara, Maria, as from Church over the Stage, Fer. stayes Roderigo.Fer.
Thou hast now the Wife of thy desires.
Ro.
Sir, I have;
And in her every blessing that makes Life
Loath to be parted with.
Fer.
Noble shee is,
And faire, has to enrich her Blood and Beauty
Plenty of Wit, Discourse, Behaviour, Carriage.
Ro.
I ow you duty for a double birth,
Being in this happinesse begot againe,
Without which I had been a man of wretchednesse.
Fer.
Then henceforth, Boy, learne to obey thy fate,
'Tis falne upon thee, know it, and embrace it:
Thy Wife's a wanton.
Ro.
A wanton!
Fer.
Examine through the progresse of thy youth,
What capitall sins, what great one 'tis, for 'tis
A great one th'ast committed.
Ro.
I a great one!
Fer.
Else Heaven is not so wrathfull to poure on thee
A misery so full of bitternesse;
I am thy Father, thinke on't, and be just;
Come doe not dally.
Ro.
Pray my Lord.
Fer.
Foole 'twere
Impossible that Justice should raine downe
In such a frightfull horror without cause.
Sir, I will know it, rather blush thou didst
An act thou darst not name then that it has
A name to be knowne by.
Ro.
Turne from mee then,
And as my guilt sighes out this monster Rape,
Oh! doe not lend an Eare.
Fer.
Rape! fearefull.
Hence, hence springs my due reward.
Fer.
Th'art none of mine,
Or if thou beest, thou dost bely the stampe
Of thy Nativity.
Ro.
Forgive me.
Fer.
Had shee
Poore wronged Soule (who e're shee was) no Friend,
Nor Father to revenge, had shee no Tongue
To rore her injuries?
Ro.
Alas I know her not.
Fer.
Peace thou wilt blaze a sin beyond all president,
Young man thou shouldst have married her, the Devill
Of lust that riots in thy Eye, should there
Have let full love and pity; not on this stranger
Whom thou haft doted on.
Ro.
Oh! had I married her,
I had been then the happiest man alive:
Enter Clara, Maria, and Pedro: from behinde the Arras.
Cla.
As I the happiest Woman being married,
Looke on me sir.
Ped.
You shall not finde a change
So full of feares as your most noble Father,
In his wise Triall urg'd.
Ma.
Indeed you shall not,
The forfeit of her shame shall be her pawne.
Ro.
Why pray d'ee mock my sorrowes? now oh now
My horrors flew about me!
Fer.
No thy comforts,
Thy blessings Roderigo.
Cla.
By this Crucifix
You may remember me.
Ro.
Ha! art thou that Lady wrong'd?
Cla.
I was, but now am
Righted in noble satisfaction.
Ro.
How can I turne mine Eyes, and not behold
On every side my shame!
Fer.
No more hereafter,
Wee shall have time to talke at large of all,
Love her that's now thine own, doe Roderigo.
Cla.
My care shall live about me to deserve your love.
Ro.
Excellent Clara—Fathers both, and Mother,
I will redeeme my fault.
Fer., Ped., Ma.
Our blessings dwell on yee.
Enter Lewys and Francisco.
Lew.
Married to Roderigo!
Fra.
Judge your selfe,
See where they are.
Exit.
Lew.
Is this your Husband Lady?
Cla.
He is sir, Heavens great hand that on Record,
Fore-points the equall Union of all hearts,
Long since decreed, what this day hath been perfected.
Lew.
'Tis well then, I am free it seemes.
Cla.
Make smooth
My Lord, those clowds which on your brow deliver
Emblems of storme; I will as far as honour
May priviledge, deserve a noble friendship,
As you from mee deserve a worthy memory.
Lew.
Your Husband has prov'd himselfe a friend,
Trusty and try'd, he's welcome I may say
From the University.
Ro.
To a new Schoole
Of happy knowledge Lewys.
Lew.
Sir, I am not so poore to put this injury up,
The best blood flowes within you is the price.
Ro.
Lewys for this time calcalme your anger,
And if I do not give you noble satisfaction,
Call mee to what account you please.
Lew.
So, so, I come for Justice t'ee,
And you shall grant it.
Fer.
Shall and will.
Lew.
With speede too.
My poore friend bleeds the whiles.
Fer.
You shall your selfe
Before wee part, receive the satisfaction
You come for, who attends
My Lord?
Within Servants.
Fer.
The Prisoner.
Ser.
He attends your Lordships pleasure.
Lew.
What would this Girle? foh no tricks.
Get you to your Cabin Hus-wife, wee have no eare for Ballads.
Fer.
Take her away.
Cla.
A wonderous lively Creature.
Pre.
Noble Gentlemen,
If a poore Maids, a Gipsie Virgins teares
May soften the hard edge of angry Justice;
Then grant mee gracious hearing (as y'are mercifull)
I beg my Husbands Life.
Fer.
Thy Husbands, little one!
Pre.
Gentle sir, our plighted troaths are Chronicl'd
In that white Booke above, which notes the secrets
Of every thought and heart, he is my Husband,
I am his Wife.
Lew.
Rather his Whore.
Pre.
Now trust mee,
Y'are no good man to say so, I am honest,
Deede la I am, a poore soule that deserves not
Such a bad word, were you a better man
Then you are, you doe mee wrong.
Lu:
The Toy growes angry.
Cla.
And it becomes her sweetly, troath my Lord,
I pitty her.
Ro.
I thanke you sir.
Lu.
Your Husband
You'l say is no Thiefe.
Pre.
Upon my Conscience hee is not.
Leu.
Dares not strike a man.
Pre.
Unworthily
Hee dares not, but if trod upon, a Worme
Will turne againe.
Lew.
That turning turnes your Worme
Off from the Ladder, Minion.
Pre.
Sir, I hope
You are not his Judge, you are too young, too chollerick,
Too passionate, the price of Life or Death
Requires a much more grave consideration
Then your yeares warrant, he sit they (like gods)
Hath seal'd the proofe of Wisdome; to these Oracles
Of riper Judgment, lower in my heart,
Then on my knees, I offer up my suite,
My lawfull suite, which begs they would be gentle
To their owne fames, their own imortall stories,
Oh! doe not thinke my Lords compassion throwne
On a base low estate, on humble People
Lesse meritorious, then if you had favor'd
The faults of great men; and indeed great men
Have often times great faults; he whom I plead for
Is free, the soule of Innocence it selfe
Is not more white, will you pitty him?
I see it is in your Eyes, 'tis a sweete Sun-beame,
Let it shine out; and to adorne your praise
The prayers of the poore shall crowne your dayes,
And theirs are something hard.
Fer.
Beshrew the Girle,
Shee has almost melted mee to teares.
Lew.
Hence trifler—call in my friends,
What hope of ease?
Enter Don John, Diego, and Cardochia.
Die.
Good hope, but still I smart,
The worst is in my paine.
Lew.
The price is high
Shall buy thy vengeance, to receive a wound
By a base Villaines hand, it madds me.
Jo.
Men subject to th'extremity of Law,
Should carry peace about 'em to their Graves,
Else were you nobler then the blood you boast of,
Could any way (my Lord) derive you know,
I would returne sharpe answer to your slanders;
But it suffices I am none of ought
Your rage mistermes mee.
Lew.
None of 'em, no Rascall?
Jo.
No Rascall.
Lew.
Nor no Theefe.
Jo.
Aske her, that's my Accuser, could your Eyes
You might without a parciall Judgement, looke into
A Womans Lust and Malice.
Car.
My good Lords,
What I have Articled against this fellow,
I justifie for truth.
Jo.
On then, no more,
This being true shee sayes; I have deserv'd
To die.
Fer.
Wee sit not here to bandy Words,
But minister Law, and that condemns thee
For theft unto the Gallowes.
Pre.
Oh my misery!
Are you all Marble-brested? are your bosomes
Hoop'd round with Steele, to cast away a man?
More worthy Life and Honours then a thousand
Of such, as onely pray unto the shaddow
Of abus'd greatnesse.
Jo.
'Tis in vaine to storme;
My Fate is here determin'd!
Pre.
Lost Creature,
Art thou grown dull too; is my Love so cheape,
That thou court'st thy destruction, 'cause I love thee?
My Lords, my Lords; speake Andrew, prithee now,
Be not so cruell to thy selfe and mee,
One word of thine will doo't.
Fer.
Away with him,
To morrow is his day of Execution.
Jo.
Even when you will.
Pre.
Stay man thou shalt not goe;
Here are more Women yet, sweete Madam speake:
You Lady, you methinks should have some feeling
Of tendernesse, you may be touch'd as I am,
Troath wert your cause, I'de weepe with you, and joyne
In earnest suite for one you held so deare.
Cla.
My Lord, pray speake in his behalfe.
Ro.
I would, but dare not,
'Tis a fault so cleere and manifest.
Lew.
Back with him to his Dungeon.
Heaven can tell,
I sorrow not to die, but to leave her,
Who whiles I live is my Lifes comforter.
Car.
Now shall I be reveng'd.
Exit.
Pre.
Oh mee unhappy!
Fer.
See the Girle falls,
Some one looke to her!
Cla.
'Las poore Maide.
Eug.
Pretiosa!
Shee does recover, mine honourable Lord.
Fer.
In vaine, what is't?
Eug.
Be pleas'd to give mee private audience;
I will discover something shall advantage
The noblest of this Land.
Fer.
Well I will heare thee,
Bring in the Girle.
Exit. Manet Lewys, Alvarez.
Lew.
Ought with me, what is't?
I care not for thy Company old Ruffian,
Rascall, art impudent?
Al.
To beg your service.
Lew.
Hang your selfe.
Al.
By your Fathers Soule sir, heare me.
Lew.
Dispatch.
Al.
First, promise mee you will get Repreeve
For the condemned Man, and by my Art,
I'le make you master of what your Heart on Earth
Can wish for, or desire.
Lew.
Thou ly'st thou canst not.
Al.
Try mee.
Lew.
Doe that, and then as I am noble,
I will not onely give thy friend his Life,
But royally reward thee, love thee ever.
Al.
I take your word, what would you?
Lew.
If thou mock'st mee,
'Twere better thou wert damn'd.
Al.
Sir, I am resolute.
Lew.
Resolve me then, whether the Count Alvarez,
Who slew my Father, be alive or dead?
Al.
Is this the mighty matter? the Count lives.
How!
Al.
The Count lives!
Lew.
Oh fate! now tell mee where?
And be my better genius.
Al.
I can do't,
In Spaine a lives: more, not far from Madrill,
But in disguise much alter'd.
Lew.
Wonderfull Scholler,
Miracle of Artists, Alvarez living!
And neere Madrill too! now for Heavens sake where?
That's all, and I am thine.
Al.
Walke off my Lord
To the next Field, you shall know all.
Lew.
Apace then, I listen to thee
With a greedy Eare, the Miserable and the Fortunate
Ex. at one dore:
Are alike in this, they cannot change their Fate.
Enter presently at the other.
Al.
Good, good, you would faine kill him and revenge
Your Fathers Death.
Lew.
I would.
Al.
Bravely, or securely?
Lew.
Not basely for the World.
Al.
Wee are secure.
Two Swords.
Young Lewys, two more trusty blades then these,
Spaine has not in her Army; with this
Alvarez slew thy Father, and this other,
Was that the King of France wore, when great Charles
In a set Battaile took him Prisoner;
Both I resigne to thee.
Lew.
This is a new Mistery.
Al.
Now see this naked bosome, turne the poynts
Of either on this Bulwarke, if thou covet'st
Out of a sprightly youth, and manly thirst
Of vengeance blood, if blood be thy ambition,
Then call to minde the fatall blow that struck
De Castor thy brave Father to his Grave;
Remember who it was that gave that blow,
His enemy Alvarez, heare, and be suddaine,
Behold Alvarez!
Lew.
Death, I am deluded.
Thou art incredulous, as Fate is certaine
I am the man.
Lew.
Thou that Butcher!
Al.
Tremble not young man, trust me I have wept
Religiously to wash off from my Conscience
The staine of my offence: twelve yeares and more,
Like to a restlesse Pilgrime I have runne
From foraigne Lands to Lands, to finde out Death.
I am weary of my Life, give mee a Sword,
That thou may'st know with what a perfect zeale
I honour old De Castors memory;
I'le fight with thee, I would not have thy hand
Dip'd in a wilfull Murder, I could wish
For one howers space I could pluck back from Time,
But thirty of my yeares, that in my fall
Thou mightst deserve report: now if thou Conquerst
Thou canst not triumph, I am halfe dead already,
Yet I'le not start a foote.
Lew.
Breathes there a spirit
In such a heape of rage?
Al.
Oh! that I had
A Sonne of equall growth with thee, to tug
For Reputation: by thy Fathers ashes,
I would not kill thee for an other Spaine,
Yet now I'le do my best, thou art amaz'd,
Come on.
Lew.
Twelve tedious Winters banishment!
'Twas a long time.
Al.
Could they redeeme thy Father?
Would every Age had beene twelve Ages Lewys,
And I for Pennance every Age a dying,
But 'tis too late to wish.
Lew.
I am o'recome,
Your noblenesse hath conquer'd mee, here ends
All strife betweene our Families, and henceforth
Acknowledge mee for yours.
Al.
Oh! thou reviv'st
Fresh horrours to my Fact, for in thy gentlenesse
I see my sinne anew.
Our peace is made.
Your Life shall be my care, 'twill be glad newes
To all our noble friends.
Al.
Since Heaven will have it so,
I thanke thee glorious Majesty; my Sonne
For I will call thee, e're the next morrow:
Salute the World, thou shalt know stranger mysteries.
Lew.
I have enough to feede on; sir I'le follow yee.
Exit.
Enter Eugenia, Fernando, and Pretiosa.
Fer.
Don John Sonne to the Count of Carcomo,
Woman take heede thou trifle not.
Eu.
Is this
My Lord so strange?
Fer.
Beauty in Youth, and Wit
To set it forth, I see transformes the best
Into what shape Love fancies.
Pre.
Will you yet
Give me my Husbands Life?
Fer.
Why little one hee is not Married to thee.
Pre.
In his Faith
He is; and faith and troath. I hope binde faster,
Then any other Ceremonies can,
Doe they not pray my Lord?
Fer.
Yes, where the Parties
Pledg'd, are not too unequall in degree,
As hee and thou art.
Pre.
This is new Divinity.
Eu.
My Lord, behold this Childe well: in her Face,
You may observe by curious insight, something
More then belongs to every common birth.
Fer.
True, 'tis a pretty Child.
Eu.
The Glasse of misery
Is after many a change of desperate fortune,
At length runne out, you had a Daughter
Call'd Constanza.
Fer.
Ha!
Eu.
A Sister Guyamara,
Wife to the Count Alvarez.
Peace, oh peace!
Eu.
And to that Sisters charge you did commit
Your Infant Daughter, in whose birth your Wife
Her Mother dy'd.
Fer.
Woman thou art too cruell.
Pre.
What d'ee meane Granam? 'Lass the noble man
Growes angry.
Fer.
Not I, indeed I doe not,
But why d'ee use mee thus?
Eu.
Your Child and Sister,
As you suppos'd were drown'd.
Fer.
Drown'd, talking Creature!
Suppos'd!
Eu.
They live Fernando from my hand,
Thy Sisters hand receive thine owne Constanza,
The sweetest best Child living.
Pre.
Doe you mock me?
Fer.
Torment me on, yet more, more yet and spare not,
My heart is now a breaking; now!
Eu.
Oh Brother!
Am I so farre removed off from your Memory,
As that you will not know mee? I expected
An other welcome home, looke on this Casket,
A Casket.
The Legacy your Lady left her Daughter,
When to her Sonne, shee gave her Crucifix.
Fer.
Right, right, I know yee now.
Eu.
In all my sorrowes,
My comfort has been here; shee should be,
Be yours, Constanza kneele sweete Childe
To thy old Father.
Pre.
How my Father?
Fer.
Let not
Extremity of joyes ravish Life from mee
Too soone Heaven I beseech thee; thou art my Sister,
My Sister Guyamare; how have mine Eyes
Been darkened all this while:—'tis shee!
Eu.
'Tis Brother,
And this Constanza, now no more a stranger,
No Pretiosa henceforth.
My soules treasure,
Live to an Age of goodnesse, and so thrive
In all thy wayes, that thou mayst die to live.
Pre.
But must I call you Father?
Fer.
Thou wilt rob mee else
Of that felicity; for whose sake onely
I am ambitious of being young againe;
Rise, rise, mine own Constanza.
Pre.
'Tis a new name,
But 'tis a pretty one, I may be bold
To make a suite t'ee.
Fer.
Any thing.
Pre.
Oh Father!
And if you be my Father thinke upon
Don John my Husband, without him alas
I can be nothing.
Fer.
As I wichout thee,
Let me alone Constanza, tell mee, tell mee,
Lives yet Alvarez?
Eu.
In your house.
Fer.
Enough.
Cloy mee not, let me by degrees, disgest
My joyes—within, my Lords Francisco, Pedro.
Enter Francisco, Pedro, Maria, Roderigo, Clara
Come all at once, I have a World within mee,
I am not mortall sure, I am not mortall,
My honorable Lord, partake my blessings.
Count Alvarez lives here in my house;
Your Sonne my Lord, Francisco, Don John
Is the condemn'd man falsely accus'd of theft,
This my Lord Pedro, is my Sister Guyamare,
Madam, this Constanza mine owne Child,
And I am a wondrous merry Man,
Without the Prisoner.
Enter Alvarez, Lewys, Don John, Diego, Sancho, Soto, and Cardocha.
Lew.
Here free and acquited.
And shee for satisfaction is assur'd
To my wrong'd friend.
Car.
I crave your pardons,
Hee whose I am, speakes for mee.
Die.
Wee both beg it.
Fer.
Excellent, Admirable; my deare Brother.
Al.
Never a happy man till now: young Lewys
And I are reconcil'd.
Lew.
For ever faithfully, religiously.
Omnes.
My noble Lord most welcome.
Al.
To all my heart payes what it owes, due thanks
Most, most brave youth to thee.
Jo.
I all this while,
Stand but a looker on, and tho my Father
May justly tax the violence of my Passions,
Yet if this Lady, Lady of my life
Must be deny'd, let mee be as I was,
And die betimes.
Pre.
You promis'd mee.
Fer.
I did,
My Lord of Carcomo, you see their hearts
Are joyn'd already, so let our consents
To this wish'd Marriage.
Fra.
I forgive thine errors,
Give mee thy hand.
Fer.
Me thine! but wilt thou love
My Daughter, my Constanza?
Jo.
As my bliss.
Pre.
I thee as Life, Youth, Beauty, any thing
That makes life comfortable.
Fer.
Live together one, ever one.
Omnes.
And Heaven Crown your happinesse.
Ped.
Now sir, how like you a Prison?
San.
As Gallants doe a Taverne, being stop'd for a Reckoning,
scurvily.
Soto.
Though you Cag'd us up never so close, wee Sung like
Cuckoes.
Fer.
Well, well, you be your selfe now.
My selfe, am I out of my Wits Soto?
Fer.
Here now are none but honourable Friends,
Will you to give a farwell to the life
You ha led as Gipsies, these being now found none,
But noble in their Births, alterd in Fortunes,
Give it a merry shaking by the hand;
And cry adue to folly?
San.
Wee'l shake our Hands, and our Heeles if you'l give us
leave.
Dance.
Fer.
On Brides, and Bride-Groomes to your Spanish Feasts.
Invite with bent Knees all these Noble Guests.
FINIS.
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