 | The Renegado |  |
Scena Quarta.
A Table set forth, Iewels and Bagges vpon it: loude Musicque Enter Donusa, takes a chaire, to her Carazie, Uitelli, Manto.Donusa,
Sing ore the Dittie, that I last composde
To the Musique thats plac'de yonder, we shall heare you
With more delght and pleasure.
Car.
I obey you.
Song.
Vitel.
Is not this Tempe, or the blessed shades,
Where innocent Spirits reside? Or doe I dreame,
And this a heauenly vision? Howsoeuer
It is a sight too glorious to behold
For such a vvretch as I am.
Stands amazde.
Car.
He is daunted.
Mant.
Speake to him Madam, cheere him vp, or you
Destroy what you haue builded.
Car.
Would I were furnishde
With his artillerie, and if I stood
Gaping as he does, hang me.
Uit.
That I might euer dreame thus.
kneeles.
Donu.
Banish amazement,
You, wake; your debtor tells you so, your debtor,
And to assure you that I am a substance
And no aæriall figure, thus I raise you.
Why doe you shake? My soft touch brings no Ague,
No biting frost is in this palme: Nor are
My lookes like to the Gorgons head, that turne
Men into Statues, rather they haue power
(Or I haue been abusde) vvhere they bestow
Their influence (let me prooue it truth in you)
To giue to dead men motion.
Uitel.
Can this be?
May I beleeue my sences? Dare I thinke
I haue a memory? Or that you are
That excellent creature, that of late disdain'de not
To looke on my poore trifles.
Donu.
I am shee.
Vitell.
The owner of that blessed name Donusa,
Which like a potent charme, although pronounc'de
By my prophane, but much vnworthyer tongue,
Where Christian yet ne're trode.
Donu.
I am the same.
Vitell.
And to what end, great Lady pardon me,
That I presume to aske, did your command
Command me hither? or what am I? to vvhom
You should vouchsafe your fauours; nay, your angers?
If any wilde or vncollected speech
Offensiuely deliuer'd, or my doubt
Of your vnknowne perfections, haue displeasde you,
You wrong your indignation, to pronounce
You selfe my sentence: to haue seene you onely,
And to haue touchde that fortune-making hand,
Will with delight waigh downe all tortures, that
A flinty hangmans rage could execute,
Or rigide tyranny command with pleasure.
Donu.
How the aboundance of good flowing to thee,
Is vvrongde in this simplicitie: and these bounties
Which all our Basterne Kings haue kneeld in vaine for,
Doe by thy ignorance, or vvilfull feare,
Meete vvith a false construction. Christian, know
(For till thou art mine by a neerer name,
That title though abhord here, takes not from
Thy entertainement) that tis not the fashion
Among the greatest and the fairest Dames,
This Turkish Empire gladly owes, and bowes to:
To punish vvhere theres no offence, or nourish
Displeasures against those, vvithout whose mercie
They part vvith all felicity. Prethee be vvise,
And gently vnderstand mee; Doe not force her
That ne're knew ought but to command, not ere read
The elements of affection, but from such
As gladly sude to her, in the infancie
Of her new borne desires, to be at once
Importunate, and immodest.
Vitel.
Did I know
This personated passion tends, (since twere
A crime in mee deseruing death, to thinke
It is your owne: I should to make you sport
Take any shape you please to impose vpon me:
And with ioy striue to serue you.
Donu.
Sport? thou art cruell,
If that thou canst interpret my descent,
From my high byrth and greatnesse? But to be
A part in which I truely acte my selfe.
And I must hold thee for a dull spectator
If it stirre not affection, and inuite
Compassion for my sufferings. Be thou taught
By my example, to make satisfaction
For wrongs vniustly offer'd. Willingly
I doe confesse my fault; I iniurd thee
In some poore pettie trifles; Thus I pay for
The trespasse I did to thee. Here receiue
These baggs stuft full of our imperiall coyne,
Or if this payment be too light, take heere
These Iems for which the slauish Jndian diues
To the bottome of the Maine? Or if thou scorne
These as base drosse (which take but common minds)
But fancie any honour in my guift
(Which is vnbounded as the Sultans Power)
And bee possest of't.
Vitel.
I am ouerwhelm'd:
With the weight of happinesse you throwe vpon me.
Nor can it fall in my imagination,
What wrong I ere haue done you: and much lesse
How like a Royall Marchant to returne
Your great magnificence.
Donu.
They are degrees,
Not ends of my intended fauors to thee.
These seeds of bountie I yet scatter on
A glebe I haue not tride, but be thou thankefull
The haruest is to come.
What can be added
To that which I already haue recieu'd,
I cannot comprehend.
Donusa.
The tender of
My selfe. Why dost thou start! and in that guift,
Full restitution of that Virgin freedome
Which thou hast rob'd mee of. Yet I professe
I so farre prize the louely theefe that stole it,
That were it possible thou couldest restore
What thou vnwittingly hast rauisht from me,
I should refuse the present.
Uitelli.
How I shake
In my constant resolution! and my flesh
Rebellious to my better part now tells me,
As if it were a strong defence of frailtie.
A Hermit in a desert trenchd with prayers
Could not resist this batterie.
Donu.
Thou an Italian?
Nay more I know't, a naturall Uenetian,
Such as are Courtiers borne to please fayre Ladies,
Yet come thus slowely on?
Vitel.
Excuse me Madame,
What imputation so ere the world
Is pleasde to lay vpon vs: in my selfe
I am so innocent that I know not what tis
That I should offer.
Donusa.
By instinct I'le teach thee,
And with such ease as loue makes me to aske it.
When a young Lady wrings you by the hand thus,
Or with an amorous touch presses your foote
Lookes babies in your eyes, playes with your locks,
Doe not you find without a tutors helpe
What tis she lookes for.
Vitelli.
I am growne already
Skilfull in the mysterie.
Donu.
Or if thus she kisse you,
Then tast's your lips againe.
That latter blow
Has beate all chaste thoughts from me.
Donu.
Say she poynts to
Some priuate roome, the Sunne beames neuer enters,
Prouoking dishes, passing by to heighten
Declined appetite, actiue Musicque vshering
Your faynting steps, the wayters too as borne dumbe,
Not daring to looke on you.
Exit, inuiting him to follow.
Vitelli.
Though the Diuell
Stood by, and rorde, I follow: now I finde
That Vertue's but a word, and no sure garde
If set vpon by beauty, and reward.
Exeunt.
| The Renegado | |