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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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