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Act. V.
Scaena I.
Enter Philippo, Diego, and Incubo.Phil.
Where is mine Host, did not he see him neither?
Die.
Not I, y' faith Sir.
Phil.
Nor the muleter?
Inc.
Nay he is past seeing, unlesse it be in's sleep,
By this time; all his visions were the pots,
Three hours since Sir.
Phil.
Which way should she take?
Nay, look you now; do you all stand stil? good god
You might have lighted on him, now, this instant?
For loves sake seek him out, who ever find him
I will reward his fortune as his diligence;
Get all the Town to help, that will behir'd,
Their pains ile turn to an annall holiday,
It if shal chance, but one bring word of her,
Pray you about it.
Inc.
Her sir? who do you mean?
Phil.
(I had forgot my self) the Page I meant
That came along with us.
Die.
He you give the clothes too?
Phil.
I ga' the clothes to; Rascal.
Die.
Nay good Sir.
Phi.
Why do'st thou mention, or upbraid my courtesies
Slave?
Die.
For your honor Sir.
Phil.
Wretch; I was honor'd,
That she would wear 'em (he, I would say) 's death?
Go, get, and find him out, or never see me,
I shal betray my love ere I possess it,
Some star direct me, or ill planet strike me.
Exit Phil.
Inc.
Best to divide.
Die.
Ile this way.
Inc.
And I this.
Dieg.
I, as you, find him for a real.
Inc.
'Tis done.
Die.
My course is now directly to some piehouse
I know the Pages compasse.
Inc.
I think rather
The smock side o'the Town, the surer harbor
At his years to put in.
Die.
If I do find
The hungry haunt, I take him by the teeth now.
Inc.
I by the tail, yet I as you.
Die.
No more.
Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Philippo.Phil.
Dear Leocadia, where canst thou be fled
Thus like a spirit hence? and in a moment?
What cloud can hide thee from my following search
If yet thou art a body? sure she hath not
Tane any house? she did too late leave one
Where all humanity of a place receiv'd her,
And would (if she had stayd) have help'd to right
The wrong her fortune did her; yet she must
Be inter'd somewhere, or be found, no street,
Lane, passage, corner, turn, hath scap'd enquiry:
If her dispair had ravish'd her to ayre
Shee could not yet be rarefied so
Enter Incubo.
But some of us should meet her? though their eyes
Perhaps be leaden, and might turn; mine would
Strike out a lightning for her, and divide
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Nay see her through a quarry; they do lye,
Lye grosly that say love is blind; by him,
And heaven they lye; he has a sight can pierce
Through Ivory as clear as it were horn,
And reach his object.
Inc.
Sir hee's found, hee's found.
Phil.
Ha? where? But reach that happy note again
And let it relish truth, thou art an Angel.
Inc.
Hee's here; fast by sir, calling for a Boat
To go aboard the Gallies.
Phil.
Where, where; hold thee.
Exit.
Inc.
He might ha' kept this now, I had nought to shew for't
If he had had the wit t'have gone from's word,
These direct men, they are no men of fashion,
Talk what you will, this is a very smelt.
Exit.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Leonardo with a Surgeon.Leon.
Upon your art Sir, and your faith to assist it
Shal I beleeve you then his wounds not mortal?
Surg.
Sir 'tis not worth your question; lesse your fear.
Leon.
You do restore me Sir, I pray you accept
This smal remembrance of a fathers thanks
For so assur'd a benefit.
Surg.
Excuse me.
Leon.
Sir I can spare it, and must not beleeve
But that your fortune may receive't, except
You'ld ha'me think you live not by your practise.
Surg.
I crave your pardon Sir; you teach me manners.
Leon.
I crave your love and friendship, and require
As I have made now, both my self and businesse
A portion of your care, you wil but bring me
Under the person of a call'd assistant
To his next opening, where I may but see him,
And utter a few words to him in private,
And you will merit me; For I am loth
Since here I have not to appear my self,
Or to be known unto the Governor,
Or make a tumult of my purpose.
Surg.
Neither
I hope wil be your need Sir; I shal bring you
Both there, and off again without the hazard.
Exeunt.
Scæna Quarta.
Enter Philippo, and Leocadia.Phil.
Wil you not hear me!
Leoc.
I have heard so much
Wil keep me deaf for ever; No, Mark-antonie
After thy sentence, I may hear no more,
Thou hast pronounc'd me dead.
Phil.
Appeal to reason,
She will reprieve you from the power of grief,
Which rules but in her absence; Hear me say
A soveraign message from her, which in duty,
And love to your own safety, you ought hear:
Why do you strive so? whither would you fly?
You cannot wrest your self away from care
You may from councel; you may shift your place
But not your person; and another Clyme
Makes you no other.
Leoc.
Oh.
Phil.
For passions sake,
(Which I do serve, honor, and love in you)
If you will sigh, sigh here; If you would vary
A sigh to tears, or out-cry, do it here.
No shade, no desart, darknesse, nor the grave
Shal be more equal to your thoughts then I,
Only but hear me speak.
Leoc.
What would you say?
Phil.
That which shall raise your heart, or pul down mine,
Quiet your passion, or provoke mine own;
We must have both one balsame, or one wound,
For know (lov'd fair) since the first providence
Made me your rescew, I have read you through,
And with a wondring pity, look'd on you,
I have observ'd the method of your blood,
And waited on it even with sympathy
Of a like red, and palenesse in mine own;
I knew which blush was angers, which was loves,
Which was the eye of sorrow, which of truth;
And could distinguish honor from disdain
In every change; And you are worth my study:
I saw your voluntary misery
Sustain'd in travel: A disguised Maid
Wearied with seeking: and with finding lost,
Neglected, where you hop'd most; or put by;
I saw it, and have laid it to my heart,
And though it were my Sister, which was righted,
Yet being by your wrong, I put off nature,
Could not be glad, where I was bound to triumph,
My care for you, so drown'd respect of her,
Nor did I only apprehend your bonds,
But studyed your release: and for that day
Have I made up a ransom, brought you health
Preservative 'gainst chance, or injury
Please you apply it to the grief; my self.
Leoc.
Humh.
Phil.
Nay do not think me lesse then such a cure,
Antonio was not; And 'tis possible
Philippo may succeed: My blood and house
Are as deep rooted: and as fairly spread,
As Mark-antonio's, and in that, all seek,
Fortune hath given him no precedency:
As for our thanks to Nature I may burn
Incense as much as he; I ever durst
Walk with Antonio by the self-same light
At any feast, or triumph, and nev'r car'd
Which side my Lady or her woman took
In their survey; I durst have told my tale too
Though his discourse new ended.
Leoc.
My repulse.
Phil.
Let not that torture you, which makes me happy
Nor think that conscience (fair) which is no shame
'Twas no repulse, I was your dowry rather:
For then methought a thousand graces met
To make you lovely, and ten thousand stories
Of constant vertue, which you then out-reach'd,
In one example, did proclaim you rich
Nor do I think you wretched, or disgrac'd
After this suffring, and do therefore take
Advantage of your need; but rather know
You are the charge and businesse of those powers,
Who, like best Tutors, do inflict hard tasks
Upon great Natures, and of noblest hopes;
Read trivial lessons, and half lines to sluggs;
They that live long and never feel mischance,
Spend more then half their age in ignorance.
Leoc.
'Tis wel you think so.
Phil.
You shal think so too,
You shal sweet Leocadia, and do so.
Leoc.
Good Sir no more; you have too fair a shape
To play so foul a part in, as the Tempter:
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Who should absolve me of my vow yet; ha?
My Contract made?
Phil.
Your Contract?
Leoc.
Yes, my Contract,
Am I not his? his wife?
Phil.
Sweet, nothing lesse.
Leoc.
I have no name then?
Phil.
Truly then you have not;
How can you be his wife, who was before
Anothers husband?
Leoc.
Oh, though he dispence
With his faith given, I cannot with mine.
Phil.
You do mistake (cleer soul) his precontract
Doth annul yours, and you have giv'n no faith
That ties you in religion, or humanity,
You rather sin against that greater precept,
To covet what's anothers; Sweet, you do
Beleeve me, who dare not urge dishonest things,
Remove that scruple therefore, and but take
Your dangers now, into your judgements skale
And weigh them with your safeties: Think but whither
Now you can go: what you can do to live?
How neer you ha' barr'd all Ports to your own succor,
Except this one that I here open: Love
Should you be left alone, you were a prey
To the wild lust of any, who would look
Upon this shape like a temptation
And think you want the man you personate
Would not regard this shift, which love put on
As vertue forc'd but covet it like vice;
So should you live the slander of each Sex,
And be the child of error, and of shame,
And which is worse, even Mark-antonie
Would be cal'd just, to turn a wanderer off,
And Fame report you worthy his contempt;
Where if you make new choyce, and setle here
There is no further tumult in this flood
Each currant keeps his course, and all suspitions
Shal return honors: Came you forth a Maid?
Go home a Wife? alone? and in disguise?
Go home a waited Leocadia:
Go home, and by the vertue of that Charm
Transform all mischiefs, as you are transform'd;
Turn your offended Fathers wrath to wonder,
And all his loud grief to a silent welcome:
Unfold the Riddles you have made, what say you?
Enter Sanchio carried, Alphonso, and Servants.
Now is the time; delay is but despair,
If you be chang'd, let a kisse tell me so.
Leoc.
I am: but how, I rather feel then know.
Sanc.
Come Sir; you are welcome now to Barcellona,
Take off my hood.
Phil.
Who be these? stay, let's view 'em?
Alph.
'Twas a long journey: are you not weary Sir?
Sanc.
Weary? I could have rid it in mine Armour.
Leoc.
Alas!
Phil.
What ayl you deer?
Leoc.
It is my Father.
Phil.
Your Father: which?
Leoc.
He that is carried: oh
Let us make hence.
Phil.
For loves sake: good my heart.
Leoc.
Into some house before he see me.
Phil.
Deer,
Be not thus frighted.
Leoc.
O his wrath is tempest.
Phil.
Sweet, take your spirit to you, and stay bee't he,
He cannot know you in this habit, and me
I'me sure he lesse knows, for he never saw me.
Alph.
Ha? who is that? my Son Philippo?
Phil.
Sir.
Alp.
Why, what make you here? Is this Salamanca?
And that your study? ha? nay stay him too,
Wee'l see him by his leave.
Serv.
You must not strive Sir.
Alph.
No, no, come neer.
Sanc.
My daughter: Leocadia?
Alph.
How Sir: your daughter?
Sanc.
Yes Sir, and as sure
As that's your Son: Come hither: what now? run
Out o' your sex? breech'd? was't not enough
At once to leave thy Father, and thine honor,
Unlesse th'hadst quit thy self too.
Phil.
Sir what fault
She can be urg'd off, I must take on me
The guilt, and punishment.
Sanc.
You must Sir: how
If you shal not, though you must? I deal not
With boys Sir; I, you have a Father here
Shal do me right.
Alph.
Thou art not mad Philippo?
Art thou Mark-antonie? Son to Leonardo?
Our businesse is to them.
Sanc.
No, no, no, no,
Ile ha' the businesse now: with you, none else,
Pray you let's speak, in private: (carry me to him)
Your Son's the ravisher Sir, and here I find him:
I hope you'l give me cause to think you noble,
And do me right, with your sword sir, as becomes
One gentleman of honor to another;
All this is fair Sir: here's the sea fast by,
Upon the sands, we will determine
'Tis that I call you too; let's make no days on't,
Ile lead your way; to the seaside Rascals.
Phil.
Sir
I would beseech your stay; he may not follow you.
San.
No, turn ile kill him here then: Slaves, Rogues, Blocks
Why do you not bear me to him? ha' you been
Acquainted with my motions, loggs, so long
And yet not know to time 'em.
Phil.
Were you Sir
Not impotent.
Alph.
Hold you your peace Boy.
Sanc.
Impotent
'Death ile cut his throat first, and then his Fathers.
Alph.
You must provide you then a sharper razor
Then is your tongue, for I not fear your sword.
Sanc.
'Heart bear mee to either of 'em.
Phil.
Pray Sir your patience.
Enter Governor and Attendants.
Alph.
My curse light on thee if thou stay him.
Phil.
Hold.
Gov.
Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen, what tumult
Is this you raise i'th street? before my door?
Know you what 'tis to draw a weapon here.
Sanc.
Yes, and to use it (bear me up to him, Rogues)
Thus, at a Traytors heart.
Alph.
Truer then thine.
Gov.
Strike, strike; Some of the people disarm 'em,
Kil 'em if they resist.
Phil.
Nay generous sir
Let not your courtesie turn fury now.
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Lay hold upon 'em, take away their weapons,
I wil be worth an answer, ere we part.
Phil.
Tis the Governour sir.
Alph.
I yield my selfe.
Sanch.
My Sword? what thinkst thou of me? pray thee tell me.
1 Attend.
As of a Gentleman.
Sanch.
No more.
1 Attend.
Of worth,
And quality.
Sanch.
And I should quit my Sword
There were small worth or quality in that friend;
Pray thee learn thou more worth and quality
Then to demand it.
Gov.
Force it I say.
1 Atten.
The Governour
You heare, commands.
Sanch.
The Governour shall pardon me.
Phil.
How, Leocadia gone again?
Exit Phil.
Sanch.
He shall friend
I'th point of honour; by his leave, so tell him,
His person and authority I acknowledge,
And do submit me to it; but my Sword,
He shal excuse me, were he fifteen Governours;
That and I dwell together, and must yet
Till my hands part, assure him.
Gov.
I say force it.
Sanch.
Stay, heare me. Hast thou ever read Curanza?
Understandst thou honour, Noble Governour?
Gov.
For that we'l have more fit dispute.
Sanch.
Your name sir.
Gov.
You shall know that too: But on colder termes,
Your blood and brain are now too hot to take it.
Sanch.
Force my Sword from me? this is an affront.
Gov.
Bring 'em away.
Sanch.
You'l do me reparation.
Exeunt.
Enter Philippo.
Phil.
I have for ever lost her, and am lost,
And worthily: my tamenesse hath undone me;
She's gone hence, asham'd of me: yet I seek her.
Will she be ever found to me again,
Whom she saw stand so poorly, and dare nothing
In her defence, here, when I should have drawn
This Sword out like a meteor, and have shot it
In both our parents eyes, and left 'em blind
Unto their impotent angers? O I am worthy
On whom this losse and scorn should light to death
Without the pity that should wish me better,
Either alive, or in my Epitaph.
Enter Leonardo, Marc-Antonio.
Leon.
Well son, your father is too neere himselfe
And hath too much of nature to put off
Any affection that belongs to you.
I could have onely wishd you had acquainted
Her father, whom it equally concerns,
Though y'had presum'd on me: it might have open'd
An easier gate, and path to both our joyes:
For though I am none of those flinty Fathers
That when their children do but naturall things,
Turn rock and offence streight: yet Marc-antonio,
All are not of my quarry.
Mar.
Tis my feare sir;
And if hereafter I should ere abuse
So great a piety, it were my malice.
Enter Attendants.
Atten.
We must intreat you Gentlemen to take
Another room, the Governour is comming
Here, on some businesse.
Enter Governour, Sanchio, Alphonso, Attendants.
Mar.
We will give him way.
Sanch.
I will have right sir on you; that believe,
If there be any Marshals Court in Spaine.
Gov.
For that sir we shall talke.
Sanch.
—doe not slight me,
Though I am without a Sword.
Gov.
Keep to your chaire sir.
Sanch.
—Let me fall, and hurle my chaire! (slaves) at him.
Gov.
You are the more temperd man sir: let me intreat
Of you the manner how this brawle fell out.
Alph.
Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much:
But here we came sir to this Town together,
Both in one businesse and one wrong, engag'd
To seeke one Leonardo an old Genoese,
I ha' said enough there; would you more? false father
Of a false sonne, cal'd Marc-antonio,
Who had stole both our daughters; and which father
Conspiring with his sonne in treachery,
It seemd, to fly our satisfaction,
Was, as we heard, come private to this Town
Here to take ship for Italy.
Leon.
You heard
More then was true then: by the feare, or falshood,
And though I thought not to reveale my selfe
(Pardon my manners in't to you) for some
Important reasons; yet being thus character'd
And challeng'd, know I dare appeare, and doe
To who dares threaten.
Mar.
I say he is not worthy
The name of man, or any honest preface,
That dares report or credit such a slander.
Doe you sir say it?
Alph.
Sir, I doe say it.
Gov.
Hold,
Is this your father Signior Marc-antonio?
You have ill requited me thus to conceale him
From him would honour him, and do him service.
Enter Eugenia.
Leon.
Twas not his fault sir.
Eug.
Where's my Lord.
Gov.
Sweet heart.
Eug.
Know you these Gentlemen? they are all the fathers
Unto our friends.
Gov.
So it appeares my Dove.
Sanch.
Sir I say nothing: I doe want a Sword,
And till I have a Sword I will say nothing.
Eug.
Good sir command these Gentlemen their Armes;
Entreat 'em as your friends, not as your prisoners.
Where be their Swords?
Gov.
Restore each man his weapon.
Sanch.
It seems thou hast not read Curanza, fellow
I must have reparation of honour,
As well as this: I finde that wounded.
Gov.
Sir,
I did not know your quality, if I had
Tis like I should have done you more respects.
Sanch.
It is sufficient, by Caranza's rule.
Eug.
I know it is sir.
Sanch.
Have you read Caranza Lady?
Eug.
If you mean him that writ upon the duell,
He was my kinsman.
Sanch.
Lady, then you know
By the right noble writings of your kinsman,
My honour is as deere to me, as the Kings.
Eug.
Tis very true sir.
Sanch.
Therefore I must crave
Leave to goe on now with my first dependance.
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What ha you more?
Gov.
None here good Signior.
Sanch.
I will, refer me to Claranza still.
Eug.
Nay love, I prethee let me mannage this.
With whom is't sir?
Sanch.
With that false man Alphonso.
Eug.
Why he has th'advantage sir in legs.
Sanch.
But I
In truth, and hand and heart, and a good Sword.
Eug.
But how if he will not stand you Sir.
Alph.
For that,
Make it no question Lady, I will sticke
My feet in earth down by him, where he dare.
Sanch.
O would thou wouldst.
Alph.
Ile do't.
Sanch.
Let me kisse him.
I feare thou wilt not yet.
Eug.
Why Gentlemen,
If you'l proceed according to Curanza,
Me thinks an easier way, were too good chaires,
So you would be content sir to be bound,
'Cause he is lame, ile fit you with like weapons,
Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. If
The difference between you be so mortall.
It cannot be tane up.
Sanch.
Tane up? take off
This head first.
Alph.
Come bind me in a chaire.
Eug.
Yes, do.
Gov.
What mean you, Dove.
Eug.
Let me alone,
And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' done
Lend me two Ponyards; ile have Pistols ready
Quickly.
Exit.
Enter Philippo.
Phil.
She is not here Marc-antonio.
Saw you not Leocadia?
Mar.
Not I brother.
Phil.
Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her.
Mar.
I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it?
Phil.
You were not worthy of her.
Mar.
May be I was not;
But tis not well, you tell me so.
Phil.
My sister
Is not so faire.
Mar.
It skils not.
Phil.
Nor so vertuous.
Mar.
Yes, she must be as vertuous.
Phil.
I would faine—
Mar.
What brother?
Phil.
Strike you.
Mar.
I shall not beare strokes,
Though I do these strange words.
Phil.
Will you not kill me?
Mar.
For what good brother?
Phil.
Why, for speaking well
Of Leocadia.
Mar.
No indeed.
Phil.
Nor ill
Of Theodosia?
Enter Eugenia, Leocadia, Theodosia, and one with two Pistols.
Mar.
Neither.
Phil.
Fare you well then.
Eug.
Nay you shall have as Noble seconds too
As ever duellists had; give 'em their weapons:
Now St Iago.
Sanch.
Are they charg'd?
Eug.
Charg'd sir,
I warrant you.
Alph.
Would they were well discharg'd.
Sanch.
I like a Sword much better I confesse.
Eug.
Nay wherefore stay you? shal I mend your mark?
Strike one another, thorough these?
Phil.
My love.
Alph.
My Theodosia.
Sanch.
I ha'not the heart.
Alph.
Nor I.
Eug.
Why here is a dependance ended.
Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to you
Your sonnes and daughters, and be friends. A feast
Waites you within, is better then your fray:
Lovers, take you your own, and all forbeare
Under my roofe, either to blush or feare
My love, what say you; could Cuzanza himselfe
Carry a businesse better?
Gov.
It is well:
All are content I hope, and we well eas'd,
If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd.
Exeunt.
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