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Scaena I.
Enter Markantonio, and a Gentleman.Marc.
Sir, this is complement; I pray you leave me.
Gent.
Sir, is it not?
Marc.
Why? I would only see the Town.
Gent.
And only that I come to shew you.
Marc.
Which I can see without you.
Gent.
So you may
Plainly, not safely: For such difference
As you have seen betwixt the sea and earth
When waves rise high, and land would beat 'em back
As fearfull of Invasion; such we find
When we land here at Barcelona.
Marc.
Sir.
Gent.
Besides our Generall of the Gallyes, fearing
Your hasty nature, charg'd me not return
Without you safe.
Marc.
O Sir, that Rodorigo
Is noble, and he do's mistake my temper.
There is not in the world, a mind lesse apt
To conceive wrongs, or do 'em; ha's he seen me
In all this voyage, in the which he pleases
Enter Eugenia, with divers Attendents.
To call me friend, let slip a hasty word?
'S'light Sir: yonder is a Lady vaild,
For propernesse, beyond comparison,
And sure her face is like the rest: we'l see't.
Gent.
Why? you are hasty Sir already: know you
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Marc.
Yes, I would see
The womans face.
Gent.
By heaven you shall not do't:
You do not know the custome of the place:
Iob. Bacon ready to shoot off a Pistol.
To draw that curtain here, though she were mean,
Is mortall.
Marc.
Is it? earth must come to earth
At last, and by my troth, ile try it Sir.
Gent.
Then I must hold you fast. By all the faith
That can be plac'd in man, 'tis an attempt
More dangerous then death: 'tis death and shame:
I know the Lady well.
Marc.
Is she a Lady?
I shall the more desire to see her Sir.
Gent.
She is Alanso's wife, the Governor,
A noble gentleman.
Marc.
Then let me go,
If I can win her, you and I will govern
This Town Sir, fear it not, and we will alter
These barbarous customes then; for every Lady
Shall be seen daily, and seen over too.
Gent.
Come, do not jest, nor let your passions bear you
To such wild enterprises: hold you still,
For as I have a soul, you shall not do't.
Rod.
She is a Lady of unblemishd'd fame,
above.
And here to offer that affront, were base?
Hold on your way, and we will see the Town,
And overlook the Ladyes.
Marc.
I am school'd,
And promise you I will: But good Sir, see,
She will passe by us now; if hope I may
Salute her thus far off.
Gent.
'S foot, are you mad?
'Twill be as ill as th'other.
1. Attend.
What's the matter?
What would that fellow have?
Gent.
Good Sir forbear.
1. Atte.
It seems you are new landed: would you beg
Any thing here?
Marc.
Yes Sir, all happinesse
To that fair Lady, as I hope.
Gent.
Marckantonio.
Marc.
Her face, which needs no hiding: I would beg
A sight of.
Gent.
Now go on, for 'tis too late
To keep this from a tumult.
1. Attend.
Sirrah, you
Shall see a fitter object for your eyes,
Then a fair Ladies face.
Eug.
For heavens sake, raise not
A quarrell in the streets for me.
1. Attend.
Slip in then;
This is your door.
Eug.
Will you needs quarrell then?
1. Attend.
We must, or suffer
This outrage: is't not all your minds sirs, speak?
all.
Yes.
Eug.
Then I do beseech ye, let my Lord
Enter three or four Soldiers.
Not think the quarrell about mee; for 'tis not.
Exit.
Gent.
See, happily some of our Galley Soldiers
Are come a shore.
1. Attend.
Come on Sir, you shall see
Faces enough.
Gent.
Some one of you call to
Enter certain Townsmen.
Our Generall, the whole rore of the Town
Comes in upon us.
Marc.
I have seen Sir better
Perhaps, then that was cover'd; and will yet
Enter Philippo, Theodosia, and Leocadia.
See that, or spoil yours.
fight
Phil.
On: why start you back?
Theo.
Alas Sir, they are fighting.
Leoc.
Let's begon,
See, see, a hansome man strook down.
Gent.
Ho Generall,
Look out, Antonio is in distresse.
Enter Rodorigo above.
Theo.
Antonio?
Leoc.
Antonio! 'tis he.
Rod.
within.
Ho, Governor make a shot into the Town,
Ile part you: bring away Antonio
a shot.
Into my Cabben.
Exit Attendents and Townsmen.
Gent.
I will do that office.
I fear It is the last, that I shall do him.
Exit Soldiers and Gentlemen with Marckantonio.
Theo.
The last, why will he die?
Leoc.
Since I have found him: happinesse leave me,
When I leave him.
Exit.
Phil.
Why Theodosia?
My Sister; wake: alas, I griev'd but now
To see the streets so full; and now I grieve
To see 'em left so empty: I could wish,
Tumult himself were here, that yet at least
Amongst the band, I might espie some face
So pale and fearfull, that would willingly
Embrace an arrand for a Cordiall,
Or Aquavitæ, or a cup of sack,
Or a Phisitian: But to talk of these
She breaths: stand up, O Theodosia,
Speak but as thou wert wont, give but a sigh,
Which is but the most unhappy peece of life,
And I will ever after worship Sadnes,
Apply my self to grief; prepare and build
Altars to sorrow.
Theo.
O Philippo, help me.
Phil.
I do; these are my arms; Philippo's arms,
Thy Brothers arms that hold thee up.
Theo.
You help me
To life: but I would see Antonio
That's dead.
Phil.
Thou shalt see any thing; how dost thou?
Theo.
Better, I thank you.
Phil.
Why that's well: call up
Thy sences, and uncloud thy cover'd spirits.
How now?
Theo.
Recover'd: but Antonio,
Where is he?
Phil.
We will find him: art thou well?
Theo.
Perfectly well, saving the misse of him;
And I do charge you here, by our allyance,
And by the love which would have been betwixt us,
Knew we no kindred; by that killing fear,
Mingled with twenty thousand hopes and doubts,
Which you may think, plac'd in a Lovers heart,
And in a Virgins too, when she wants help,
To grant me your assistance, to find out
This man alive, or dead; and I will pay you
In service, tears, or prayers, a world of wealth:
But other treasure, I have none: alas!
You men have strong hearts; but we feeble maids
Have tender eyes, which only given be
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Phil.
Why do'st thou charge me thus? have I been found
Slow to perform, what I could but imagine
Thy wishes were; have I at any time
Tender'd a businesse of mine own, beyond
A vanity of thine? have I not been
As if I were a senslesse creature, made
To serve thee without pow'r of questioning,
If so, why fear'st thou?
Theo.
I am satisfied.
Phil.
Come, then let's go: wher's Leocadia?
Theo.
I know not Sir.
Phil.
Wher's Leocadia?
Theo.
I do not know.
Phil.
Leocadia,
This Tumult made the streets as dead as night,
A man may talk as freely: what's become
Of Leocadia?
Theo.
She's run away.
Phil.
Begone, and let us never more behold
Each others face, till we may both together
Fasten our eyes on her: accursed be
Those tender cozening names of charity,
And naturall affection, they have lost
Me only by observing them, what cost
Travell, and fruitlesse wishes may in vain
Search through the world, but never find again.
Theo.
Good Sir be patient, I have done no fault
Worthy this banishment.
Phil.
Yes, Leocadia,
The Lady so distress'd, who was content
To lay her story, and to lay her heart
As open as her story to your self,
Who was content, that I should know her Sex,
Before dissembl'd, and to put her self
Into my conduct, when I undertook
Safely to guard, is in this Tumult lost.
Theo.
And can I help it Sir?
Phil.
No, would thou couldst,
You might have done, but for that scale religion
You woman bear to swownings, you do pick
Your times to faint, when some body is by:
Bound or by nature, or by love, or service
To raise you from that well dissembled death:
Inform me but of one that has been found
Dead in her private chamber by her self,
Where sicknesse would no more forbear, then here,
And I will quit the rest for her.
Theo.
I know not
What they may do, and how they may dissemble;
But by my troth, I did not.
Phil.
By my troth,
Would I had try'd; would I had let thee layen,
And followed her.
Theo.
I would you had done so
Rather, then been so angry: wher's Antonio?
Phil.
Why do'st thou vex me with these questions?
Ile tell thee where, he's carried to the Gallyes,
There to be chain'd, and row, and beat, and row
With knotted ropes, and pizzels; if he swound,
He has a dotes of bisket.
Theo.
I am glad
He is alive.
Phil.
Was ever man thus troubled,
Tell me where Leocadia is?
Theo.
Good brother be not so hasty, and I think I can:
You found no error in me, when I first
Told you she was a woman, and beleeve me
Something I have found out, which makes me think,
Nay, almost know so well, that I durst swear
She follow'd hurt Antonio.
Phil.
What do we
Enter the Governor, two Attendents, and the Townsmen.
Then lingring here; we will aboard the Gallyes
And find her.
Gov.
Made he a shot into the Town?
1. Attend.
He did Sir.
Gov.
Call back those Gentlemen.
1. Attend.
The Governour, commands you back.
Phil.
We will obey him Sir.
Gov.
You gave him cause to shoot, I know; he is
So far from rash offence, and holds with me
Such curious friendship: could not one of you
Have call'd me while 'twas doing, such an uproar,
Before my dore too?
1. Townsm.
By my troth Sir, we were so busy in the publick cause, of our own
Private falling out, that we forgot it; at home we see now
You were not, but as soon as the shot made us fly, we ran
Away as fast as we could to seek your honour.
Gov.
'Twas gravely done; but no man tels the cause
Or chance, or what it was that made you differ.
1. Towns.
For my part Sir, if there were any that I knew
Of, the shot drove it out of my head: do you know any neighbours.
all.
Not we, not we.
Gov.
Not we! nor can you tell.
1. Attend.
No other cause,
But the old quarrell betwixt the Town and the Gallyes.
Gov.
Come neerer Gentlemen: what are your names?
Phil.
My name Philippo.
Theo.
And mine Theodoro.
Gov.
Strangers you are it seems.
Phil.
Newly ariv'd.
Gov.
Then you are they begun this Tumult.
Phil.
No Sir.
Gov.
Speak one of you.
1. Attend.
They are not, I can quiet 'em.
Theo.
Yet we saw part, and an unhappy part
Of this debate, a long sought friend of ours
Strook down for dead, and borne unto the Gallyes,
His name is Markantonio.
Phil.
And another
Of our own company, a Gentleman
Of noble birth, besides accompanied
With all the gifts of nature, ravish'd hence
We know not how, in this dissention.
Gov.
Get you home all, and work; and when I hear
You meddle with a weapon any more
But those belonging to your Trades, ile lay you
Where your best Customers shall hardly find you.
Exit Townsmen.
I am sorry gentlemen, I troubled you,
Being both strangers; by your tongues, and looks,
Of worth: To make ye some part of amends
If there be any thing in this poor Town
Of Barcelona that you would command,
Command me.
Theo.
Sir, this wounded Gentleman,
If it might please you, if your pow'r and love
Extend so far, I would be glad to wish
Might be remov'd into the Town for cure:
The Gallyes stay not, and his wound I know
Cannot endure a voyage.
Gov.
Sir, he shall,
I warrant you: Go call me hither Sirrah,
One of my other Servants.
Exit 1. attendant.
Phil.
And besides.
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Shall he be render'd too.
Enter a Servant, Rawl: Ashton.
Gover.
And he Sir too: Go sirrah, bear this ring
To Rodorigo, my most noble friend,
The Generall of the Gallys: Tell him this.
Exit servant:
Theo.
Now we shall have 'em both.
Phil.
Blest be thy thoughts
For apprehending this: blest be thy breath
For utring it.
Gover.
Come gentlemen, you shall
Enter my roof: and I will send for Surgeons,
And you shall see your friends here presently.
Theo.
His name was Markantonio.
Gover.
I know it,
And have sent word so.
Phil.
Did you not forget
Francisco's name?
Gover.
Nor his: you'ar truly welcome,
To talk about it more, were but to say
The same word often over: you are welcome.
Exeunt.
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