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Scæna Quinta.

Enter Aga. Capiaga, Grimaldi, Master, Boteswaine, &c.
Aga.
The Diuels in him I thinke.

Gri.
Let him be damn'd too
Ile looke on him though he stard as wild as hell,
Nay Ile goe neere to tell him to his teeth
If he mends not suddenly, and prooues more thankefull,
We doe him too much seruice, were't not for shame now
I could turne honest and forsweare my trade,
Which next to being trust vp at the maine yard
By some low cuntrey butterbox, I hate
As deadly as I doe fasting, or long grace
When meate cooles on the table.

Capi.
But take heede,
You know his violent nature.

Gri.
Let his Whores
And Catamites, know't, I vnderstand my selfe,
And how vnmanly tis to sit at home
And rayle at vs, that run abroad all hazards:
If euery weeke we bring not home new pillage,
For the fatting his Serraglio.

Enter Asambog, Mustapha.
Aga.
Heere he comes.

Capi.
How terrible he lookes?

Gri.
To such as feare him:
The viceroy Asambeg were he the Sultans selfe
He will let vs know a reason for his fury,
Or we must take leaue without his allowance
To be merry with our ignorance.

Asam.
Mahomets hell
Light on you all, you chrouch, and cringe now, where
Was the terrour of my iust frownes, when you suffered
Those theeues of Malta, almost in our harbor
To board a ship, and beare her safely off,
While you stood idle lookers on?

Aga.
The ods
In the men and shipping, and the suddainnesse
Of their departure yeelding vs no leasure
To send forth others to relieue our owne,
Deterd vs mighty Sir.

Asam.
Deterde you cowards?
How durst you only entertaine the knowledge
Of vvhat feare vvas, but in the not performance
Of our command? in me great Amurah spake,
My voyce did eccho to your eares his thunder,
And wild you like so many Seaborne-Tritons,
Arm'd onely vvith the Trumpets of your courage,
To swimme vp to her, and like Remoras.
Hanging vpon her keele, to stay her flight
Till rescue sent from vs, had fetcht you off,
You thinke you are safe now; who durst but dispute it
Or make it questionable, if this moment
I charg'd you from yon hanging cliffe, that glasses
His rugged forhead in the neighbour lake,
To throw your selues downe headlong? or like fagots
To fill the ditches of defended Forts,
While on your backs we march'd vp to the breac

Gri.
That vvould not I.

Asam.
Ha?

Gri.
Yet I dare as much
As any of the Sultans boldest sonnes,
(Whose heauen, and hell, hang on his frowne, or smile,)
His vvarlike Ianisaries.

Asam.
Adde one syllable more
Thou doest pronounce vpon thy selfe a sentence
That earthquake-like vvill swallow the

Gri.
Let it open,
Ile stand the hazard, those contemned theeues
Your fellow Pirats Sir, the bold Malteze
Whom with your lookes you thinke to quell, at Rhodes
Laugh'de at great Solymans anger: and if treason
Had not deliuerde them into his power,
Hee had growne olde in glory as in yeeres.
At that so fatall siege, or risne with shame
His hopes, and threates deluded.

Asambeg.
Our great Prophet
How haue I lost my anger, and my Power.

Grima.
Find it and vse it on thy flatterers:
And not vpon thy friends that dare speake truth,
These Knights of Malta but a handfull to
Your armies that drinke riuers vp, haue stood
Your furie at the height, and with their crosses
Strooke pale your horned moones; These men of Malta
Since I tooke pay from you, I haue met and fought with
Vpon aduantage too. Yet to speake truth
By the soule of honor, I haue euer found them
As prouident to direct, and bold to doe
As any traynde vp in your discipline:
Rauishde from other nations.

Mus.
I perceiue
The lightning in his fierie lookes, the cloude
Is broke already.

Gri.
Thinke not therefore sir,
That you alone are Giants, and such Pigmies
You war vpon.

Asam.
Villaine Ile make thee know
Thou hast blasphemde the Ottoman power, and safer
At noone day might haue giuen fire to St Markes
Your proud Uenetian Temple. Ceize vpon him;
I am not so neere reconcild to him
To bid him die: that were a benefit
The dog's vnworthy off, to our vse confiscate
All that he stands possesde of: Let him tast
The miserie of want, and his vaine riots
Like to so many walking Ghosts affright him
Where ere he sets his desperate foote. Who is't
That does command you?

Grimal.
Is this the reward
For all my seruice, and the rape I made
On fayre Paulina.

Asam.
Drag him hence, he dies
That dallies but a minute.

Botes.
What's become
Grimaldi dragde off, his head couered. Exeunt Master and Boatswaine.
Of our shares now Master.

Must.
Would he had been borne dumbe:
The beggers cure, patience is all that's left vs.

Maust.
Twas but intemperance of speech, excuse him
Let me preuaile so far. Fame giues him out
For a deseruing fellow.

Asam.
At Aleppo
I durst not presse you so far, giue me leaue
To vse my owne will and command in Tunis
And if you please my priuacie.

Musta.
I will see you
When this high wind's blowne ore.
Exit Mustapha.

Asam.
So shall you find me
Ready to doe you seruice. Rage now leaue me
Sterne lookes, and all the ceremonious formes
Attending on dread Maiestie, flie from
Transformed Asambeg, why should I hug
plucks out a guilt key.
So neere my hart, what leades me to my prison?
Where she that is inthrald commands her keeper,
And robs me of the fiercenesse I was borne with.
Stout men quake at my frownes, and in returne
I tremble at her softnesse. Base Grimaldi
But only nam'd Paulina, and the charme
Had almost chok'd my fury ere I could
Pronounce his sentence. Would when first I saw her
Mine eyes had met with lightning, and in place
Of hearing her inchanting tongue, the shrikes
Of Mandrakes had made musicke to my slumbers,
For now I only walke a louing dreame
And but to my dishonour neuer vvake,
And yet am blind, but vvhen I see the obiect,
And madly dote on it. Appeare bright sparke
opens a doore, Paulina discouerd comes forth.
Of all perfection: any simile
Borow'd from Diamonds, or the fayrest stars
To helpe me to expresse, how deere I prize
The vnmatcht graces, vvill rise vp and chide me
For poore detraction.

Pau.
I despise thy flatteries
Thus spit at 'em, and scorne 'em, and being arm'd
In the assurance of my innocent vertue
I stampe vpon all doubts, all feares, all tortures
Thy barbarous cruelty, or vvhat's vvorse, thy dotage
(The vvorthy parent of thy iealousie)
Can showre vpon me.

Asam.
If these bitter taunts
Rauish me from my selfe, and make me thinke
My greedy eares receiue Angelicall sounds,
How vvould this tongue tunde to a louing note
Inuade, and take possession of my soule
Which then I durst not call mine owne.

Pau.
Thou art false,
Falser then thy religion. Doe but thinke me
Something aboue a beast; nay more, a monster,
Would fright the Sun to looke on, and then tell me
If this base vsage, can inuite affection?
If to be mewde vp, and excluded from
Humane society; the vse of pleasures;
The necessary, not superfluous duties
Of seruants to discharge those offices,
I blush to name.

Asam.
Of seruants? can you thinke
That I, that dare not trust the eie of Heauen
To looke vpon your beauties, that denie
My selfe the happenesse to touch your purenesse
Will ere consent an Eunuch, or bought handmaid
Shall once approch you? there is something in you
That can worke Miracles, or I am cosende,
Dispose and alter sexes. To my vvrong
In spite of nature. I will be your nurse,
Your woman, your physitian, and your foole,
Till with your free consent, which I haue vowde
Neuer to force, you grace me with a name
That shall supplie all these.

Paul.
What is't?

Asa.
Your husband.

Pau.
My hangman when thou pleasest.

Asam.
Thus I garde me,
Against your further angers.

Puts to the doore and lockes it.
Paul.
Which shall reach thee
Though I were in the Center.

Asam.
Such a spirit
In such a small proportion I nere reade of
Which time must alter, rauish her I dare not
The magique that she weares about her necke,
I thinke defends her, this deuotion payde
To this sweete Saint, mistresse of my sower payne
Tis fit I take mine owne rough shape againe.
Exit Asambeg.