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Scæna Tertia.
Enter Franciso, Iaylor.Fran.
I come not empty handed, I will purchase
Your fauour at what rate you please. There's gold.
Iaylor,
Tis the best oratory. I will hazard
A checke for your content below there?
Vitelli,
Welcome.
Vitelli vnder the Stage.
Art thou the happy messenger that brings me
Newes of my death?
Iay.
Your hand.
Vitelli plack'd vp.
Fran.
Now if you please,
A little priuacie.
Jay.
You haue bought it sir,
Enioy it freely.
Exit Jaylor.
Fran.
O my deerest pupill,
Witnesse these teares of ioy, I neuer saw you
Till now looke louely; nor durst I ere glory
In the mind of any man I had built vp
With the hands of vertuous, and religious precepts,
Till this glad minute. Now you haue made good
My expectation of you. By my order,
All Roman Cæsars, that ledde kings in chaines
Fast bound to their triumphant chariots, if
Compar'd with that true glory, and full luster
You now appeare in, all their boasted honors
Purchas'd with blood, and wrong, would loose their names
And be no more remembred.
Vitelli,
This applause
Then if a thousand full cram'd Theaters
Should clap their eager hands to witnesse that
The Scene I act did please, and they admire it.
But these are (father) but beginnings, not
The ends of my high aimes. I grant to haue master'd
The rebell appetite of flesh and blood
Was far aboue my strength; and still owe for it
To that great power that lent it. But when I
Shall make't apparant, the grimme lookes of death
Affright me not, and that I can put off
The fonde desire of life (that like a garment
Couers, and clothes our frailty) hastening to
My Martirdome, as to a heauenly banquet,
To which I was a choyce inuited guest.
Then you may boldly say, you did not plough
Or trust the barren, and vngratefull sands
With the fruitfull graine of your religious counsels.
Fran.
You doe instruct your teacher. Let the Sun
Of your cleere life (that lends to good men light)
But set as gloriously, as it did rise,
Though sometimes clouded) you may write nil vltra
To humane wishes.
Vitel.
I haue almost gain'd
The end of the race, and will not faynt, or tire now.
Enter Aga and Iaylor.
Aga.
Sir by your leaue (nay stay not) I bring comfort;
The Viceroy taken with the constant bearing
Of your afflictions, and presuming to
You will not change your temper, does command
Your irons should be tane off. Now arme your selfe
With your olde resolution, suddenly
the chayne taken off.
You shall be visited, you must leaue the roome to
And doe it without reply.
Fran.
There's no contending,
Bee still thy selfe my sonne.
Exit Francisco.
Vitel.
Tis not in man
Enter Donu. Asam. Musta. Paul.
Paul.
Whom doe I looke on?
My brother? tis he! but no more my tongue,
Thou wilt betray all.
Asam.
Let vs heare this temptresse,
The fellow lookes as he would stop his eares
Against her powerfull spels.
Paul.
He is vndone else.
Uitel.
I'll stand th'incounter, charge me home.
Donu.
I come sir,
bowes her selfe.
A begger to you, and doubt not to finde
A good mans charity, which if you denie,
You are cruell to your selfe, a crime, a wiseman
(And such I hold you) would not willingly
Be guilty of, nor let it find lesse welcome
Though I (a creature you contemne) now shew you
The way to certaine happinesse, nor thinke it
Imaginarie, or phantasticall,
And so not vvorth th'acquiring, in respect
The passage to it is nor rough nor thornie;
No steepe hills in the way which you must climbe vp;
No monsters to be conquer'd; no inchantments
To be dissolu'd by counter charmes, before
You take possession of it.
Uitel.
What strong poyson
Is wrap'd vp in these sugred pills?
Donu.
My suite is
That you vvould quit your shoulders of a burthen
Vnder vvhose ponderous vvaight you vvilfully
Haue too long groan'd, to cast those fetters off,
With vvhich vvith your own hands you chaine your freedome
Forsake a seuere, nay imperious mistresse,
Whose seruice does exact perpetuall cares,
Watchings, and troubles, and giue entertainement
To one that courts you, whose least fauours are
Variety, and choyce of all delights
Mankind is capable of.
You speake in riddles.
What burthen, or what mistrisse? or what fetters?
Are those you poynt at?
Donu.
Those which your religion,
The mistresse you too long haue seru'd, compells you
To beare with slaue-like patience.
Uitel.
Ha!
Paul.
How brauely
That vertuous anger showes!
Donu.
Be wise and waigh
The prosperous successe of things, if blessings
Are donatiues from Heauen (which you must grant
Were blasphemy to question) and that
They are call'd downe, and powr'd on such as are
Most gracious with the great disposer of 'em,
Looke on our flourishing Empire; if the splendor,
The Maiestie, and glory of it dimme not
Your feeble sight; and then turne backe, and see
The narrow bounds of yours, yet that poore remnant
Rent in as many factions, and opinions,
As you haue petty kingdomes, and then if
You are not obstinate against truth and reason,
You must confesse the Deity you worship
Wants care, or power to helpe you.
Paul.
Hold out now
And then thou art victorious.
Asam.
How he eies her!
Musta.
As if he would looke through her
Asam.
His eyes flame too,
As threatning violence.
Vitel.
But that I know
The Diuell thy Tutor fills each part about thee,
And that I cannot play the exorcist
To dispossesse thee, vnlesse I should teare
Thy body limbe by limbe, and throw it to
The furies that expect it, I would now
Plucke out that wicked tongue, that hath blasphem'd
The fabricke of the World shakes. Dare you bring
Your iugling Prophet in comparison with
The most inscrutable, and infinite essence
That made this all, and comprehends his vvorke?
The place is too prophane to mention him
Whose onely name is sacred. O Donusa!
How much in my compassion I suffer,
That thou, on whom this most excelling forme
And faculties of discourse, beyond a vvoman,
Were by his liberall guift confer'd, should'st still
Remaine in ignorance of him that gaue it?
I vvill not foule my mouth to speake the Sorceries
Of your seducer, his base birth, his vvhoredomes,
His strange impostures; nor deliuer how
He taught a Pigeon to feede in his eare,
Then made his credulous followers beleeue
It vvas an Angell that instructed him
In the framing of his Alcoran. Pray you marke me.
Asam.
These words are death, were he in nought else guilty.
Vitelli,
Your intent to winne me
To be of your beleefe proceeded from
Your feare to die. Can there be strength in that
Religion, that suffers vs to tremble
At that vvhich euery day, nay hower vvee hast to?
Donu.
This is vnanswerable and there's something tells mee
I erre in my opinion.
Vitelli.
Cherish it
It is a Heauenly prompter, entertaine
This holy motion, and weare on your forehead
The Sacred badge he armes His seruants vvith,
You shall, like mee, vvith scorne looke downe vpon
All engines tyranny can aduance to batter
Your constant resolution. Then you shall
Looke truely fayre, vvhen your minds purenesse answers
Your outward beauties.
Donusa.
I came heere to take you,
To be your prisoner.
Vitelli,
Tis an ouerthrow
That will outshine all victories. O Donusa,
Dye in my faith like me, and tis a marriage
At vvhich celestiall Angels shall be vvaiters,
And such as haue beene Sainted vvelcome vs,
Are you confirm'd?
Donu.
I vvould bee; but the meanes
That may assure mee?
Vitelli,
Heauen is mercifull,
And vvill not suffer you to vvant a man,
To doe that sacred office, build vpon it.
Donu.
Then thus I spit at Mahomet.
Asam.
Stoppe her mouth:
In death to turne Apostata! I'll not heare
One sillable from any; wretched creature.
With the next rising Sunne prepare to die.
Yet Christian, in reward of thy braue courage,
Bee thy faith right, or vvrong, receiue this fauour.
In person Ile attend thee to thy death,
And bouldly challenge all that I can giue
But what's not in my grant, which is to liue.
Exeunt.
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