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Act. III.
Scaena I.
Enter Philippo and 2. Host.Phil.
Mine Host, is that apperrel got ye spoke of?
Ye shall have ready money.
2. Host.
'Tis come in Sir, he has it on Sir,
And I think't will be fit, and o' my credit
'Twas never worn but once Sir, and for necessity
Pawnd to the man I told ye of.
Phil.
Pray bargain for it,
And I will be the pay-master.
2. Host.
I will Sir.
Phil.
And let our meat be ready when you please,
I mean as soon.
2. Host.
It shall be presently.
Phil.
How far stands Barcellona?
2. Host.
But two leagues off Sir,
You may be there by three a clock.
Phil.
I am glad on't.
Exeunt.
Scena secunda.
Enter Theodosia, and Leocadia.Theo.
Signior Francisco why I draw you hither
To this remote place, marvel not, for trust me
My innocence yet never knew ill dealing,
And as ye have a noble temper, start not
Into offence, at any thing my knowledg,
And for your special good, would be inform'd of,
Nor think me vainly curious.
Leoc.
Worthy Sir,
The courtesies you and your noble Brother
Even then when few men find the way to do 'em,
I mean in want, so freely showrd upon me,
So truly and so timely minister'd,
Must if I should suspect those minds that made 'em,
Either proclaim me an unworthy taker,
Or worse, a base believer; Speak your mind Sir
Freely, and what you please, I am your Servant.
The.
Then my yong Sir, know since our first acquaintance
Induc'd by circumstances that deceive not
To clear some doubts I have; nay blush not Signior,
I have beheld ye narrowly; more blushes!
Sir, ye give me so much light, I find ye
A thing confest already; yet more blushes?
You would ill cover an offence might sink ye
That cannot hide your self; why do ye shake so?
I mean no trouble to ye; this fair hand
Was never made for hardness, nor those eys.
Come do not hide 'em, for rough objects, hark ye,
Ye have betrayd your self, that sigh confirms me;
An other? and a third to? then I see
These Boys clothes do but pinch ye, come be liberal,
Ye have found a friend that has found you, disguise not
That loaden soul that labors to be open:
Now you must weep, I know it, for I see
Your eys down laden to the lids, another
Manifest token that my doubts are perfect;
Yet I have found a greater; till me this
Why were these holes left open, there was an error,
A foul one my Francisco, have I caught ye?
O pretty Sir, the custom of our Country
Allows men none in this place: Now the showr comes.
Leoc.
O Signior Theodoro.
Theo.
This sorrow shews so sweetly
I cannot chuse but keep it company:
Take truce and speak Sir: and I charge your goodness
by all those perfect hopes that point at vertue
By that remembrance these fair tears are shed for,
If any sad mis-fortune have thus form'd ye,
That either care or counsel may redeem,
Pain, purse, or any thing within the power
And honor of free Gentlemen, reveal it,
And have our labors.
Leoc.
I have found ye noble
And ye shall find me true; your doubts are certain,
Nor dare I more dissemble; I am a woman,
The great example of a wretched woman;
Here you must give me leave to shew my Sex;
And now to make ye know how much your credit
Has won upon my soul, so it please your patience,
Ile tell you my unfortunate sad story.
Theo.
Sit down and say on Lady.
Leoc.
I am born Sir
Of good and honest parents, rich, and noble,
And not to lye, the daughter of Don Zanchio,
If my unhappy fortune have not lost me:
My name cal'd Leocadia, even the same
Your worthy brother did the special honor
To name for beautiful; and without pride
I have been often made believe so Signior;
But thats impertinent: Now to my sorrows;
Not far from us a Gentleman of worth,
A neighbor and a noble visitor,
Had his aboad; who often met my Father
In gentle sports of chase, and river hawking,
In course and riding, and with him often brought
A Son of his, a young and hopeful Gentleman,
Nobly train'd up, in years fit for affection,
A sprighly man, of understanding excellent,
Of speech, and civill 'havior, no less powerful;
And of all parts, else my eys lyed, abundant:
We grew acquainted, and from that acquaintance
Neerer into affection; from affection
Into belief.
Theo.
Well.
Leoc.
Then we durst kiss.
Theo.
Go forward.
Leoc.
But O man, man, unconstant, careless man,
O subtile man, how many are thy mischiefs?
O Marck-antonio, I may curse those kisses.
Theo.
What did you call him Lady?
Leoc.
Mark antonio,
The name to me of misery.
Theo.
Pray foreward.
Leoc.
From these we bred desires Sir: but lose me heaven
If mine were lustful.
Theo.
I believe.
Leoc.
This neerness
Made him importunate: When to save mine honor
Love having full possession of my powers,
I got a contract from him.
Theo.
Sealed?
Leoc.
And sworn too:
Which since for some offence heaven laid upon me
I lost among my moneys in the robbery,
The loss that makes me poorest: this won from him
Fool that I was, and too too credulous,
I pointed him a by-way to my chamber
The next night at an hour.
Theo.
Pray stay there Lady:
And when the night came, came he, kept he touch with ye?
Be not so shamefast: had he both your wishes?
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Were ye in one anothers arms, abed? the Contract
Confirm'd in full joys there? did he lie with ye?
Answer to that; ha? did your father know this,
The good old man, or kindred privy to't?
And had ye their consents? did that nights promise
Make ye a Mother?
Leoc.
Why do you ask so neerly?
Good Sir, do's it concern you any thing?
Theo.
No Lady,
Only the pitty why you should be used so,
A little stirs me, but did he keep his promise?
Leoc.
No, no Signior,
Alas he never came nor never meant it,
My love was fool'd, time numbred to no end,
My expectation flouted, and ghess you Sir,
What dor unto a doating Maid this was,
What a base breaking off.
Theo.
All's well then Lady;
Go forward in your Story.
Leoc.
Not only fail'd Sir
Which is a curse in love, and may he find it
When his affections are full wing'd, and ready
To stoop upon the quarry, then when all
His full hopes are in's arms: not only thus Sir
But more injurious, faithless, treacherous,
Within two days fame gave him far remov'd
With a new love, which much against my conscience
But more against my cause, which is my hell
I must confess a fair one, a right fair one,
Indeed of admirable sweetness, Daughter
Unto another of our noble neighbors
The thief cal'd Theodosia; whose perfections
I am bound to ban for ever, curse to wrinckles,
As heaven I hope will make 'em soon; and aches,
For they have rob'd me poor unhappy wench
Of all, of all Sir, all that was my glory
And left me nothing but these tears, and travel:
Upon this certain news, I quit my Father
And if you be not milder in construction
I fear mine honor too; and like a Page
Stole to Ossuna: from that place to Civill,
From thence to Barcellona I was travelling
When you o'er-took my misery, in hope to hear of
Gallies bound up for Italy; for never
Will I leave off the search of this bad man
This filcher of affections, this love Pedler,
Nor shall my curses cease to blast her beauties
And make her name as wandring as her nature
Till standing face to face before their lusts
I call heavens justice down.
Theo.
This shows too angry
Nor can it be her fault she is belov'd,
If I give meat, must they that eat it surfeit?
Leoc.
She loves again Sir, there's the mischief of it
And in despight of me to drown my blessings
Which she shall dearly know.
Theo.
Ye are too violent.
Leoc.
She has Devils in her eys, to whose devotion
He offers all his service.
Theo.
Who can say
But she may be forsaken too? he that once wanders
From such a perfect sweetness, as you promise
Has he not still the same rule to deceive?
Leoc.
No, no they are together, love together
Past all deceipt of that side; sleep together,
Live, and delight together, and such deceipt
Give me in a wild desert.
Theo.
By your leave Lady
I see no honor in this cunning.
Leoc.
Honor?
True, none of her part, honor, she deserves none,
'Tis ceas'd with wandering Ladies such as she is,
So bold and impudent.
Theo.
I could be angry
Extreamly angry now beyond my nature
And 'twere not for my pitty: what a man
is this to do these wrongs: believe me Lady
I know the maid, and know she is not with him.
Leoc.
I would you knew she were in heaven.
Theo.
And so well know her
That I think you are cozend.
Leoc.
So I say Sir.
Theo.
I mean in her behaviour
For trust my faith so much I dare adventure for her credit
She never yet delighted to do wrong:
Leoc.
How can she then delight in him; dare she think
Be what she will, as excellent as Angels
My love so fond, my wishes so indulgent
That I must take her prewnings; stoop at that
She has tyr'd upon: No Sir, I hold my beauty
Wash but these sorrows from it; of a sparkle
As right and rich as hers, my means as equal,
My youth as much unblown: and for our worths
And waight of vertue.
Theo.
Do not task her so far.
Leo.
By heaven she is cork, and clouds, light, light sir, vapor
But I shall find her out, with all her witchcrafts,
Her paintings, and her powncings: for 'tis art
And only art preserves her, and meer spels
That work upon his powers: let her but shew me
A ruin'd cheek like mine, that holds his colour
And writes but sixteen years in spight of sorrows
An unbathed body, smiles, that give but shadows
And wrinckle not the face: besides she is little
A demy dame that, that makes no object.
Theo.
Nay,
Then I must say you err: for credit me
I think she is taller then your self.
Leoc.
Why let her
It is not that shall mate me: I but ask
My hands may reach unto her.
Theo.
Gentle Lady
'Tis now ill time of further argument,
For I perceive your anger voyd of councel,
Which I could wish more temperate.
Leoc.
Pray forgive me
If I have spoken uncivilly: they that look on
See more than we that play: and I beseech ye
Impute it loves offence, not mine; whose torments,
If you have ever lov'd, and found my crosses
You must confesse are seldom ty'd to patience,
Yet I could wish I had said lesse.
Theo.
No harm then;
Ye have made a full amends; our Company
You may command, so please you in your travels
With all our faith and furtherance; let it be so.
Leoc.
Ye make too great an offer.
Theo.
Then it shal be
Go in and rest your self, our wholsom dyet
Will be made ready straight: But hark ye Lady
One thing I must entreat, your leave, and sufferance
That these things may be open to my Brother
For more respect and honour.
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Do your pleasure.
Theo.
And do not change this habit by no means
Unless ye change your self.
Leoc.
Which must not yet be.
Theo.
It carries ye concealed and safe.
Leoc.
I am counsel'd.
Exit.
Enter Philippo.
Phil.
What's done?
Theo.
Why all we doubted; 'tis a woman,
And of a noble strain too, ghesse.
Phil.
I cannot.
Theo.
You have heard often of her.
Phil.
Stay I think not.
Theo.
Indeed ye have; 'tis the fair Leocadia
Daughter unto Don Zanchio, our noble neighbor.
Phil.
Nay?
Theo.
'Tis she Sir o' my credit.
Phil.
Leocadia,
Pish Leocadia, it must not be.
Theo.
It must be, or be nothing.
Phil.
Pray give me leave to wonder, Leocadia?
Theo.
The very same.
Phil.
The damsel Leocadia
I ghest it was a woman, and a fair one
I see it through her shape, transparant plain
But that it should be she; tell me directly.
Theo.
By heavens 'tis shee.
Phil.
By heaven then 'tis a sweet one.
Theo.
That's granted too.
Phil.
But heark ye, heark ye Sister,
How came she thus disguis'd?
Theo.
Ile tell you that too
As I came on the self-same ground, so us'd too.
Phil.
By the same man?
Theo.
The same too.
Phil.
As I live
You lovers have fine fancies,
Wonderous fine ones.
Theo.
Pray heaven you never make one.
Phil.
Faith I know not,
But in that mind I am, I had rather cobble,
'Tis a more Christian trade; pray tell me one thing
Are not you two now monstrous jealous
Of one another?
Theo.
She is much of me
And has rayl'd at me most unmercifully
And to my face, and o' my conscience
Had she but known me, either she or I
Or both, had parted with strange faces
She was in such a fury.
Phil.
Leocadia?
Do's she speak hansomly?
Theo.
Wondrous wel Sir
And all she do's becomes her, even her anger.
Phil.
How seem'd she when you found her?
Theo.
Had you seen
How sweetly fearfull her pretty self
Betray'd her self, how neat her sorrow show'd,
And in what hansom phrase shee put her story,
And as occasion stir'd her how she started
Though roughly, yet most aptly into anger
You would have wonder'd.
Phil.
Do's she know ye?
Theo.
No,
Nor must not by no means.
Phil.
How stands your difference?
Theo.
Ile tell ye that some fitter time, but trust me
My Marck-antonio has too much to answer.
Phil.
May I take knowledge of her?
Theo.
Yes she is willing.
Phil.
Pray use her as she is, with all respects then,
For she is a woman of a noble breeding.
Theo.
Ye shal not find me wanting.
Phil.
Which way bears she?
Theo.
Our way, and to our end.
Phil.
I am glad on't; heark ye,
She keeps her shape?
Enter Leocadia.
Theo.
Yes, and I think by this time
Has mew'd her old.
Phil.
She is here: by heaven a rare one,
An admirable sweet one, what an eye
Of what a full command she bears, how gracious
All her aspect shows; bless me from a feavor
I am not well o'th sodain.
Leoc.
Noble friends
Your meat and all my service waits upon ye.
Phil.
Ye teach us manners Lady; all which service
Must now be mine to you, and all too poor too;
Blush not, we know ye; for by all our faiths
With us your honor is in sanctuary
And ever shal be.
Leoc.
I do well beleeve it,
Will ye walk neerer Sir.
Exit.
Theo.
She shows still fairer,
Yonger in every change, and clearer, neater;
I know not, I may fool my self, and finely
Nourish a wolfe to eat my heart out; Certain
As she appears now, she appears a wonder,
A thing amazes me; what would she do then
In womans helps, in ornaments apt for her
And deckings to her delicacy? without all doubt
She would be held a miracle; nor can I think
He has forsaken her: Say what shee please,
I know his curious eye, or say he had,
Put case he could be so boy-blind and foolish,
Yet stil I fear she keeps the Contract with her
Not stolne as she affirms, nor lost by negligence,
She would loose her self first, 'tis her life, and there
All my hopes are dispatch'd; O noble love
That thou couldst be without this jealousie,
Without this passion of the heart, how heavenly
Would thou appear upon us? Come what may come
Ile see the end on't: and since chance has cast her
Naked into my refuge, all I can
She freely shal command, except the man.
Exit.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Leonardo, and Don Pedro.Leon.
Don Pedro, do you think assuredly
The Gallyes will come round to Barcellona
Within these two dayes?
Ped.
Without doubt.
Leo.
And think ye
He will be with 'em certainly?
Ped.
He is sir
I saw him at their setting off.
Leo.
Must they needs
Touch there for water as you say?
Ped.
They must sir
And for fresh meat too: few or none go by it
Beside so great a Fleet must needs want trimming
If they have met with fowle seas, and no harbour
On this side Spain, is able without danger
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Leo.
Are the warrs
His only end?
Ped.
So he professes.
Leo.
Bears he
Any command amongst 'em?
Ped.
Good regard
With all; which quickly will prefer him.
Leo.
Pray Sir tell me,
And as you are a gentleman be liberal.
Ped.
I will Sir, and most true.
Leo.
Who saw ye with him?
Ped.
None but things like himself; yong soldiers
And gentlemen desirous to seek honor.
Leo.
Was there no woman there, nor none disguis'd
That might be thought a woman in his language?
Did he not let slip something of suspition
Touching that wanton way.
Ped.
Beleeve me Sir
I neither saw, nor could suspect that face
That might be doubted womans, yet I am sure
Aboard him I see all that past, and 'tis impossible
Among so many high set bloods there should be
A woman, let her close her self within a cockle,
But they would open her, he must not love
Within that place alone, and therefore surely
He would not be so foolish, had he any,
To trust her there; for his discourse, 'twas ever
About his business, war, or mirth to make us
Relish a Can of wine wel; when he spoke private
'Twas only the remembrance of his service,
And hope of your good prayers for his health Sir,
And so I gave him to the seas.
Leo.
I thank ye,
And now am satisfied, and to prevent
Suspitions that may nourish dangers Signior,
For I have told you how the mad Alphenso
Chafes like a Stag i'th' toyl, and bends his fury
'Gainst all, but his own ignorance; I am determin'd
For peace sake and the preservation
Of my yet untouch'd honor, and his cure
My self to seek him there, and bring him back
As testimony of an unsought injurie
By either of our actions; That the world
And he if he have reason, may see plainly
Opinion is no perfect guide; nor all fames
Founders of truths: In the mean time this courtesie
I must entreat of you Sir, Be my self here
And as my self command my family.
Ped.
Ye lay too much trust on me.
Leo.
'Tis my love Sir,
I wil not be long from ye; if this question
Chance to be call'd upon ere my return
I leave your care to answer; So farewell Sir.
Ped.
Ye take a wife way; All my best endeavors
Shal labor in your absence; peace go with ye.
Exit Lec.
A noble honest gentleman, free hearted
And of an open faith, much loving, and much loved,
And father of that goodnesse only malice
Can truly stir against; what dare befall
Till his return Ile answer.
Exit Ped.
Enter Alphonso, and Servant.
Alph.
Walk off Sirha
But keep your self within my call?
Serv.
I will Sir.
Alp.
And stir my horse for taking cold: within there,
Hoa people; you that dwel there, my brave Signior
What are ye all a sleep? is't that time with ye?
Ile ring a little lowder.
Enter Pedro.
Ped.
Sir who seek ye?
Alph.
Not you Sir; Where's your Master?
Ped.
I serve no man
In way of pay sir.
Alph.
Where's the man o'th house then?
Ped.
What would you have with him Sir?
Alph.
Do you stand here Sir
To ask men questions when they come?
Ped.
I would sir
Being his friend, and hearing such allarums
Know how men come to visit him.
Alph.
Ye shall sir,
Pray tell his mightiness here is a gentleman
By name Alphonso, would entreat his conference
About affairs of state sir, are ye answer'd?
Enter Sanchio carried.
Ped.
I must be sir.
Sanch.
Stay, set me down, stay Signior,
You must stay, and ye shall stay.
Alph.
Meaning me sir?
Sanch.
Yes you Sir, you I mean, I mean you.
Alph.
Well Sir,
Why should I stay?
Sanch.
There's reason.
Alph.
Reason Sir?
Sanch.
I reason sir
My wrong is greatest, and I will be serv'd first,
Call out the man of fame?
Alph.
How serv'd sir?
Sanch.
Thus sir.
Alph.
But not before me.
Sanch.
Before all the world sir
As my case stands.
Alph.
I have lost a daughter sir.
Sanch.
I have lost another worth five score of her sir.
Alph.
Ye must not tel me so.
Sanch.
I have, and heark ye?
Make it up five score more: Call out the fellow,
And stand you by sir.
Ped.
This is the mad morrisse.
Alph.
And I stand by?
Sanch.
I say stand by, and do it.
Alph.
Stand by among thy lungs.
Sanch.
Turn presently
And say thy prayers, thou art dead.
Alph.
I scorn thee
And scorn to say my prayers more then thou do'st,
Mine is the most wrong, and my daughter deerest
And mine shal first be righted.
Sanch.
Shal be righted.
Ped.
A third may live I see, pray hear me gentlemen.
Sanch.
Shalbe.
Alph.
I, shal be righted.
Sanch.
Now?
Alph.
Now.
Sanch.
Instantly.
Alph.
Before I stir.
Sanch.
Before me.
Alph.
Before any.
Sanch.
Dost thou consider what thou say'st? hast thou friends here
Able to quench my anger, or perswade me
After I have beaten thee into one main bruist
And made thee spend thy state in rotten apples,
Thou canst at length be quiet, shal I kil thee
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And leave thee stincking to posterity,
Ther's not the least blow I shall give; but do's this
Urge me no further: I am first.
Alph.
Ile hang first.
No goodman glory, 'tis not your bravado's,
Your punctuall honor, nor soldadoship.
Sanch.
Set me a little neerer.
Alph.
Let him sally.
S.
Lin'd with your quircks of carriage and discretion
Can blow me off my purpose. Wher's your credit
With all your school points now? your decent arguing
And apt time for performing: where are these toys,
These wise ways, and most honourable courses,
To take revenge? how dar'st thou talk of killing,
Or think of drawing any thing but squirts
When letchery has dry founderd thee?
Sanch.
Neerer yet,
That I may spit him down: thou look'st like a man.
Ped.
I would be thought so Sir.
Sanch.
Prethee do but take me,
And fling me upon that Puppy.
Alph.
Do for heavens sake,
And see but how ile hug him.
Sanch.
Yet take warning.
Ped.
Faith gentlemen, this is a needlesse quarrell.
Sanch.
And do you desire to make one?
Ped.
As a friend Sir,
To tell you all this anger is but lost Sir,
For Leonardo is from home.
Alph.
No, no Sir.
Ped.
Indeed he is.
Sanch.
Where dare he be, but here Sir,
When men are wrong'd, and come for satisfactions.
Ped.
It seems he has done none Sir; for his businesse
Cleer of those cares, hath carried him for sometime
To Barcelona; if he had been guilty,
I know he would have staid, and cleer'd all difference
Either by free confession, or his sword.
Sanch.
This must not be.
Ped.
Sure, as I live, it is Sir.
Alph.
Sure, as we all live,
He's run away for ever: Barcelona,
Why? 'tis the key for Italy, from whence
He stole first hither.
Sanch.
And having found his knaveries
Too grosse to be forgiven, and too open,
He has found the same way back again: I beleeve too
The good grasse gentleman, for his own ease,
Has taken one oth' Pillyes: Is not his stuffe sold.
Alph.
I fear his worships shoos too; to escape us,
I do not think he has a dish within dores,
A louse left of his linnage.
Ped.
Ye are too wide Sir.
Alph.
Or one poor wooden spoon,
Ped.
Come in and see Sir.
Alph.
Ile see his house on fire first.
Ped.
Then be pleas'd Sir
To give better censure.
Sanch.
I will after him,
And search him like conceal'd land; but ile have him,
And though I find in his shrift, ile kill him.
Alph.
Ile bear ye company.
Sanch.
Pray have a care then,
A most especiall care, indeed a fear,
Ye do not anger me.
Alph.
I will observe ye,
And if I light upon him hansomly.
Sanch.
Kill but a peece of him, leave some Alphonso
For your poor friends.
Ped.
I fear him not for all this.
Alph.
Shall we first go home,
For it may prove a voyage, and dispose
Of things there; heaven knows what may follow.
Sanch.
No,
Ile kill him in this shirt I have on: let things
Govern themselves, I am master of my honor
At this time, and no more; let wife, and land,
Lie lay till I return.
Alph.
I say amen to't:
But what care for our monies?
Sanch.
I will not spend
Above three shillings, till his head be here,
Foure is too great a sum for all his fortunes.
Come take me up instantly.
Alph.
Farewell to you Sir,
And if your friend be in a featherbed,
Sow'd up to shrowd his fears, tell him 'tis folly,
For no course but his voluntary hanging
Can get our pardons.
Exeunt.
Ped.
These I think would be
Offence enough, if their own indiscretions
Would suffer 'em: two of the old seditions,
When they want enemies, they are their own foes:
Were they a little wiser, I should doubt 'em:
Till when ile ne'r break sleep, nor suffer hunger
For any harm he shall receive: For 'tis as easie
If he be guilty, to turn these two old men
Upon their own throats, and look on, and live still,
As 'tis to tell five pound: a great deal sooner,
And so ile to my meat, and then to hawking.
Exit.
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