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Scena tertia.
A shop discouerde, Gazet in it.Francisco, and Uitelli, walking by.
Gaz.
What doe you lacke, your choyce China dishes,
your pure Venetian Christall, of all sorts, of all neate and
new fashions, from the mirror of the madam, to the priuate
vtensile of her chamber-maide, and curious Pictures of
the rarest beauties of Europa: what doe you lacke Gentlemen?
Fran.
Take heed I say, how ere it may appeare
Impertinent, I must expresse my loue:
My aduise, and counsell. You are young
And may be tempted, and these Turkish Dames
Like English mastiues that increase their fiercenes
By being chainde vp, from the restraint of freedome
If lust once fire their bloud from a faire obiect
Will runne a course the fiends themselues would shake at
To enioy their wanton endes.
Vitel.
Sir, you mistake mee
I am too full of woe, to entertaine
One thought of pleasure: though all Europes Queenes
Kneel'd at my feete, and Courted me: much lesse
To mix with such; Whose difference of faith
Must of necessitie: (or I must grant
My selfe forgetfull of all you haue taught mee)
Strangle such base desires.
Fran.
Be constant in
That resolution, I'le abroade againe,
And learne as far as it is possible
Shall bring me backe.
Exit Francisco.
Ui.
All blessings vvaite vpon you.
Gaz.
Cold doings, Sir, a Mart doe you call this? Slight
A pudding wife, or a Witch with a thrumbe Cappe
That sells Ale vnder grownd to such as come
To know their Fortunes, in a dead Vacation
Haue ten to one more stirring.
Uitel.
Wee must be patient
Gaz.
Your seller by retayle ought to be angry
But when hee's fingering money.
Enter Grimaldy, Master, Boteswaine, Saylors, Turkes.
Ui.
Heere are company;
Defend me my good Angell, I behold
A Basiliske!
Gaz.
What doe you lacke? what doe you lacke? pure
China dishes, cleere Christall glasses, a dumbe Mistres to
make loue too? What doe you lacke gentlemen?
Gri.
Thy Mother for a Bavvde, or if thou hast
A hansome one thy sister for a Whore,
Without these doe not tell me of your trash
Or I shall spoyle your Market.
Uitel.
—Old Grimaldy?
Gri.
Zoundes wherefore doe wee put to Sea, or stand
The Raging windes aloft, or pisse vpon
The Fomie waues vvhen they rage most? deride
The thunder of the enemies shot, boorde boldely
A Marchants shippe for prize, though we behold
The desperate Gunner ready to giue fire
And blow the decke vp? Wherefore shake vve off
Those scrupulous ragges of charitie, and conscience,
Inuented onely to keepe Churchmen warme,
Or feede the hungry mouthes of famished beggers;
But vvhen we touch the shore to wallovve in
All sensuall pleasures.
Master.
I but Noble Captaine
Were not improuidence.
Gri.
Hang consideration:
When this is spent is not our shippe the same?
Our courage too the same to fetch in more?
The earth where it is fertillest returnes not
More then three haruests, vvhilst the glorious Sunne
Posts through the Zodiacke, and makes vp the yeere:
But the Sea, vvhich is our Mother, (that embraceth
Both the rich Indies in her outstrecht armes)
Yeeldes euery day a croppe if vve dare reape it.
No, no my Mates, let Tradesmen thinke of thrift,
And Vsurers hoord vp, let our expence
Be as our commings in are vvithout bounds:
We are the Neptunes of the Ocean,
And such as traffique, shall pay sacrifice
Of their best lading; Ile haue this Canuas
Your boy vveares linde vvith Tissue, and the cates
You taste, serude vp in gold; though vve carouse
The teares of Orphanes in our Greekish vvines,
The sighes of vndone Widowes, paying for
The musique bought to cheere vs; rauishde Virgins
To slauerie sold for Coyne to feede our riots,
We vvill haue no compunction.
Gaz.
Doe you heare sir,
We haue payde for our Ground?
Grim.
Humh.
Gaz.
And humh too,
For all your bigge vvords, get you further off,
And hinder not the prospect of our shoppe
Or—
Gri.
What vvill you doe?
Gaz.
Nothing sir, but pray
Your worship to giue me hansell.
Gri.
By the eares,
Thus sir, by the eares.
Master.
Hold, hold.
You'l still be prating.
Gri.
Come let's be drunke? then each man to his whore,
Slight how doe you looke, you had best goe find a Corner
To pray in, and repent. Doe, doe, and crie
It will shew fine in Pirats.
Exit Grimaldi.
Master.
Wee must follow
Or he will spend our shares;
Boteswaine.
I fought for mine.
Master.
Nor am I so precise but I can drab too:
Wee will not sit out for our parts,
Bot.
Agreed.
Exeunt Master, Boteswaine, Saylors.
Gaz.
The deuill gnaw off his fingers, if he were
In London among the clubs, vp went his heeles
For striking of a Prentice. What doe you lack,
What doe you lacke gentlemen.
1 Turke.
I wonder how the Viceroy can indure
The insolence of this fellow.
2 Turke.
He receiues profit
From the Prizes he brings in, and that excuses
What euer he commits? Ha, what are these!
Enter Mustapha, Donusa, vayld.
1 T.
They seeme of ranke and qualitie, obserue 'em.
Gaz.
What doe you lacke! see what you please to buy,
Wares of all sorts most honourable Madona.
Vitel.
Peace sirra, make no noyse, these are not people
To be iested with.
Donu.
Is this the Christians custome
In the venting their commodities.
Mus.
Yes best Madame
But you may please to keepe your way, heere's nothing,
But toyes, and trifles, not worth your obseruing.
Donu.
Yes, for varieties sake pray you shew vs, friends,
The chiefest of your Wares.
Vitel.
Your Ladiships seruant;
And if in worth or Title you are more,
My ignorance pleade my pardon.
Hee speakes well.
Vitel.
Take downe the looking glasse: here is a mirror
Steelde so exactely, neither taking from
Nor flattering the obiect, it returnes
To the beholder, that Narcissus might
(And neuer grow enamourd of himselfe:)
View his fayre feature in't.
Donusa.
Poeticall too!
Vitel.
Heere China dishes to serue in a Banket,
Though the volouptus Persian sate a guest.
Heere Christall glasses, such as Ganymede
Did fill with Nectar to the Thunderer
When he dranke to Alcides, and receiu'd him
In the fellowship of the gods: true to the owners
Corinthian plate studded with Diamonds,
Conceald oft deadly poyson; This pure metall
So innocent is, and faithfull to the Mistres
Or Master that possesses it: that rather
Then hold one drop that's venemous, of it selfe
It flies in peces, and deludes the Traytor.
Donu.
How mouingly could this fellow treat vpon
A worthy subiect, that findes such discourse
To grace a trifle!
Uitel.
Heere's a Picture Madame
The master peece of Michael Angelo,
Our great Italian workeman; heere's another
So perfit at all parts that had Pigmalion
Seene this, his prayers had beene made to Venus,
To haue giuen it life, and his Caru'd iuory Image
By poets nere remembred. They are indeed
The rarest beauties of the Christian world
And no where to be equal'd.
Donu.
You are partiall
In the cause of those you fauour I beleeue,
I instantly could shew you one, to theirs
Not much inferior.
Vitel.
With your pardon Madame
I am incredculous.
Can you match me this!
(Unvailes her selfe.
Vitelli.
What wonder looke I on! I'll search aboue
And suddenly attend you.
Exit Vitelli.
Donu.
Are you amazde
Ile bring you to your selfe.
Breakes the glasses.
Musta.
Ha! what's the matter!
Gaz.
My masters ware? We are vndone! O strange!
A Lady to turne rorer, and breake glasses
Tis time to shut vp shop then.
Musta,
You seeme mou'de.
If any Language of these Christian dogges
Haue call'd your anger on, in a frowne shew it
And they are dead already.
Donusa.
The offence
Lookes not so farre. The foolish paultrie fellow
Shew'd me so me trifles, and demanded of me
For what I valew'd at so many aspers,
A thousand Duckets. I confesse he mou'd mee;
Yet I should wrong my selfe should such a begger
Receiue least losse from mee.
Mus.
Is it no more?
Donu.
No, I assure you. Bid him bring his bill
To morrow to the Palace and enquire
For one Donusa:
That word giues him passage through all the guard;
Say there he shall receiue full satisfaction.
Now when you please
Mus.
I waite you.
Exeunt Mustapha, Donusa, 2. Turkes.
1 Turke.
We must not know them, lets shift off & vanish.
Gaz.
The swines Pox ouertake you, theres a curse
For a Turke that eates no Hogs flesh.
Vitel.
Is she gone:
Gazet.
Yes you may see her handy-worke.
Uitel.
No matter.
Said she ought else?
Gaz.
That you should wait vpon her
And there receiue Court payment, and to passe
To one Donusa.
Vitel.
How! remoue the wares
Doe it without reply. The Sultans neece!
I haue heard among the Turkes for any Lady
To shew her face bare, argues loue, or speakes
Her deadly hatred. What should I feare, my fortune
Is suncke so low: there cannot fall vpon mee
Ought worth my shunning. I will run the hazard:
She may be a meanes to free distres'd Paulina.
Or if offended, at the worst, to die
Is a full period to calamitie.
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