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Actus Tertius.

Scæna prima.

Enter Roderigo, Iaques, Loper, and three Out-Lawes.
Rod.
None of you know her?

Iaq.
Alas Sir, we never saw her:
Nor ever heard of her, but from your report.

Rod.
No happy eye?

Lop.
I doe not think 'tis she, Sir,
Me thinks a woman dares not.

Rod.
Thou speak'st poorely,
What dares not woman, when she is provok'd?
Or what seemes dangerous to Love, or fury?
That it is she, this has confirm'd me certain,
These Jewels here, a part of which I sent her,
And though unwilling, yet her Father wrought her
To take, and weare.

Lop.
A wench, and we not know it?
And among us? where were our understandings?
I could have ghess'd unhappily: have had some feeling
In such a matter: Here are as pretty fellowes,
At the discovery of such a Jigambob:
A handsome wench too? sure we have lost our faculties,
We have no motions: what should she doe here, Sir?

Rod.
That's it that troubles me: O that base Rascall!
There lies the misery: how cunningly she quit him,
And how she urg'd? had ye been constant to me,
I ne're had suffer'd this.

1. Outl.
Ye might have hang'd him:
And would he had been hang'd; that's all we care for't:
So our hands had not don't.

Rod.
She is gone again too,
And what care have ye for that? gone, and contemn'd me;
Master'd my will, and power, and now laughs at me.

Lop.
The devill that brought her hither, Sir I thinke
Has carryed her back again invisible,
For we ne're knew, nor heard of her departure.

Iaq.
No living thing came this night through our watches
She went with you:

Rod.
Was by me till I slept,
But when I wak'd, and call'd: O my dull pate here,
If I had open'd this when it was given me,
This Roguy Box.

Enter Alphonso, and 2 Outlaw.
Lop.
We could but give it ye.

Rod.
Pilgrime? a Pox O Pilgrimes there the game goes,
There's all my fortune fled; I know it, I feele it.

Al.
Bring me unto thy Captain: where's thy Captain?
I am founder'd, melted, some fairy thing or other
Has led me dauncing; the devill has haunted me
Ith' likenesse of a voyce: give me thy Captaine.

2. Outl.
He's here Sir, there he stands.

Al.
How do'st thou Captain?
I have been fool'd and jaded, made a dogge bolt.
My daughters runne away: I have been haunted too,
I have lost my horse; I am hungry, & out of my wits also.

Rod.
Come in; I'le tell you what I know: strange things
And take your ease; I'le follow her recovery,
These shall be yours the whil'st, and do ye service.

Al.
Let me have drinke enough: I am almost choak'd too.

Rod.
You shall have any thing; what think you now, Souldiers?

Jaq.
I think a woman, is a woman that's any thing.
The next we take, we'l search a little neerer,
We'l not be boyed again with a paire of breeches.

Exeunt.

Scæna secunda.

Enter Iuletta.
Iul.
He's gone in here: This is Roderigo's quarter,
And i'le be with him soone: I'le startle him,
A little better then I have done: All this long night
I have led him out o'th way, to try his patience,
And made him sweare, and curse; and pray, and sweare againe,
And cry for anger; I made him leave his horse too,
Where he can never find him more; whistled to him,
And then he would run through thick & thin, to reach me,
And down in this ditch; up again, and shake him
And swear some certaine blessings; then into that bush
Pop goes his pate, and all his face is comb'd over,
And I sit laughing: a hundred tricks, I have serv'd him:
And I will double em, before I leave him;
I'le teach his anger to dispute with women,
But all this time, I cannot meet my Mistresse,
I cannot come to comfort her; that grieves me,
For sure she is much afflicted: till I doe,
I'le haunt thy Ghost Alphonso; I'le keep thee waking,
Yes, I must get a Drum: I am villanous weary,
And yet i'le trot about these villages
Till I have got my will, and then have at ye.
I'le make your anger drop out at your elbowes ere I leave ye.

Exit.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Seberto, and Curio.
Seb.
'Tis strange, in all the circuit we have ridden,
We cannot crosse her: no way light upon her:

Cur.
I doe not think she is gone thus far, or this way,
For certain if she had, we should have reach'd her
Made some discovery: heard some news; we have seen nothing.

Seb.
Nor passe by any body that could promise anything.
She is certainly disguis'd, her modesty
Durst never venture else.

Cur.
Let her take any shape,
And let me see it once, I can distinguish it.

Seb.
So should I think too: has not her father found her?

Cur.
No, i'le be hang'd then; he has no patience
Unlesse she light in's teeth, to looke about him.
He guesses now, and chafes and frets like Tinsell.

Seb.
Let him goe on, he cannot live without it.
But keep her from him, heaven: where are we Curio?

Cur.
In a wood I think, hang me if I know else.
And yet I have ridden all these Coasts, at all houres,
And had and aime.

Seb.
I would we had a guid,

Cur.
And if I be not much awry Seberto,
Not far off should be Rodorigo's quarter,
For in this Fastwes if I be not cozen'd,
He and his Out-laws live.

Seb.
This is the place then
Enter Alinda.
We appointed him to meet in.

Cur.
Yes, I thinke so:

Seb.
Would we could meet some living thing: what's that there?

Cur.
A Boy, I think, stay; why may not he direct us.

Alin.
I am hungry, and I am weary, and I cannot find him.
Keep my wits heaven, I feele 'em wavering,
O God my head.

Seb.
Boy, dost thou heare, thou stripling?

Alin.
Now they will teare me, torture me, now Roderigo
Will hang him without mercy; ha:

Cur.
Come hither.
A very pretty Boy: what place is this, child?
And whether dost thou travell? how he stares!
Some stubborn Master has abu'd the Boy,
And beaten him: how he complaines! whether goest thou?

Alin.
I goe to Segonia Sir, to my sick Mother,
I have been taken here by drunken theeves,
And (O my bones;) I have been beaten Sir.
Mis-us'd, & rob'd: extreamly beaten Gentlemen,
O God, my side!

Seb.
What beasts would use a Boy thus?
Look up, and be of good cheer:

Alin.
O, I cannot.
My back, my back, my back.

Cur.
What theeves?

Alin.
I know not.
But they call the Captaine Roderigo.

Cur.
Look ye,
I know we were there abouts;

Seb.
Do'st thou want any thing?

Alin.
Nothing but ease, but ease, Sir.

Cur.
There's some mony,
And get thee to thy Mother.

Alin.
I thank ye Gentlemen:

Seb.
This was extreamely foule, to vex a Child thus.
Come, let's along, we cannot loose our way now.

Ex.
Alin.
Though ye are honest men, I feare your fingers,
And glad I am got off; O how I tremble!
Send me but once within his armes dear Fortune,
And then come all the world: what shall I do now?
'Tis almost night again, and where to lodge me,
Enter Iuletta.
Or get me meat, or any thing, I know not.
These wild woods, and the fancies I have in me,
Will run me mad.

Iul.
Boy, Boy:

Alin.
More set to take me?

Iul.
Do'st thou heare Boy; thou pointer.

Alin.
'Tis a Boy too,
A Lacky Boy: I need not feare his feircenesse.

Jul.
Canst thou beat a Drum?

Alin.
A Drum?

Iul.
This thing, a drum here.
Didst thou never see a Drum: Canst thou make this grumble?

Alin.
Iulettas face, and tongue; Is she run mad too?
Here may be double craft: I have no skill in't.

Iul.
I'le give thee a Royall but to goe along with me.

Alin.
I care not for thy Royall, I have other businesse,
Drum to thy selfe, and daunce to it.

Iul.
Sirha, Sirha.
Thou scurvy Sitha; thou snotty-nos'd scab, do'st thou heare me?
If I lay downe my Drum.

Enter Rodorigo, and two Outlaw.
Alin.
Here comes more Company,
I feare a plot, heaven send me fairely from it.

Exit.
Iul.
Basto; who's here?

Lop.
Captain, do you need me Father?

Rod.
No not a foot: give me the gowne: the sword now.

Iul.
This is the devill theef, and if he take me,
Woe be to my Gally-gaskins.

Lop.
Certaine Sir,
She will take her patches of, and change her habit.

Rod.
Let her do what she please: No, no Alinda
You cannot cozen me againe in a Boyes figure,
Nor hide the beauty of that face in patches,
But I shall know it.

Iul.
A Boy his face in patches?

Rod.
Nor shall your tongue againe bewitch mine Anger,
If she be found ith' woods, send me word presently,
And i'le returne; she cannot be farre gone yet,
If she be not, expect me, when ye see me,
Use all your service to my friend Alphonso,
And have a care to your businesse: farewell,
No more, farewell.

Exeunt.
Iul.
I am heartily glad thou art gone yet.
This Boy in patches, was the Boy came by me,
The very same, how hastily it shifted?
What a mopp'-eyed asse was I, I could not know her,
This must be she, this is she, now I remember her,
How loth she was to talk too, how she fear'd me?
I could now pisse mine eyes out for meer anger:
I'le follow her, but who shall vex her father then?
One flurt at him, and then I am for the voyage,
If I can crosse the Captain too: Come Tabor.

Exit.

Scæna quarta.

Enter Iaques, and 1 Out-Law.
Iaq.
Are they all set?

1 Outl.
All, and each quarter quiet.

Iaq.
Is the old man asleep?

1 Outl.
An houre agoe Sir.

Iaq.
We must be very carefull in his absence,
And very watchfull.

1 Outl.
It concerns us neerely,
He will not be long from us.

Jaq.
No, he cannot,

1 Out-l.
A little heate of love, which he must wander out.
Drum a far off.
And then again: harke.

Jaq.
What?

1 Out-l.
Tis not the wind sure:
That's still and calme; no noyse, nor flux of waters.

Jaq.
I heare a Drum, I thinke.

1 Out-l.
That that;
It beats againe now.

Jaq.
Now it comes neerer: sure we are surprized, sir;
Some from the Kings command: we are lost, we are dead all.

1 Out-l.
Hark, hark, a charge now: my Captaine has betray'd us.
And left us to this ruine, run away from us.

Enter two Out-lawes.
Lop.
Another beates o'that side.

2 Out-l.
Fly, flie, Jaques,
We are taken in a toyle; snapt in a pitfall;
Methinks I feele a Sword already shave me.

3 Out-l.
A thousand horse and foct, a thousand pioners,
If we get underground, to fetch us out againe;
And every one an Axe to cut the woods downe.

Lop.
This is the dismalst night—

Exit.
Enter Alphonso.
Alp.
Where's my nag now?
And what make I here to be hang'd? What devill
brought me into this danger? Is there nere a hole?
That I may creep in deep enough, and die quickly?
Nere an old ditch to choke in? I shall be taken
For their Commander now, their Generall,
And have a commanding Gallows set up for me
As high as a May-pole; and nasty Songs made on me,
Be printed with a Pint-pot and a dagger.
They are all kill'd by this time: Can I pray?
Let me see that first: I have too much feare to be faithfull.
Where's all my State now? I must go hunt for daughters;
Daughters, and damsels of the Lake, damned daughters.
A hundred Crownes for a good tod of Hay,
Or a fine hollow Tree, that would containe me;
I heare 'em comming: I feele the nooze about me.

Enter Seberto, Curio, Outlaws, Jaques.
Seb.
Why do you fear, and fly? here are no Souldiers;
None from the King to vex ye.

1 Outl.
The Drum, the Drum, sir.

Cur.
I never saw such Pigeon-hearted people:
What Drum? what danger? who's that that shakes behind there:
Mercy upon me sir, why are ye fear'd thus?

Alp.
Are we all kill'd, no mercy to be hoped for?
Am I not shot do you think?

Seb.
You are strangely frighted,
Shot with a fiddle stick: who's here to shoot ye?
A Drum we saw indeed, a boy was beating it,
And hunting Squirrels by Moon-light.

Lop.
Nothing else, sir?

Cur.
Not any thing: no other person stirring.

Alp.
O that I had that boy: this is that Devill,
That fairy rogue, that haunted me last night;
H'as sleeves like Dragons wings.

Seb.
A little Foot-boy.

Alp.
Come, let's go in, and let me get my clothes on;
If ere I stay here more to be thus martyr'd—
Did ye not meet the wench?

Seb.
No sure, we met her not.

Alp.
She has been here in boyes apparrell, Gentlemen,
A gallant thing, and famous for a Gentlewoman,
And all her face patcht over for discovery:
A pilgrime too, and thereby hangs a circumstance,
That she hath playd her master-prize, a rare one.
I came too short.

Cur.
Such a young boy we met sir.

Alp.
In a gray hat.

Cur.
The same: his face all patcht too.

Alp.
Twas she, a rot run with her; she: that ranck she;
Walk in, Ile tell ye all: and then we'l part again,
But get some store of Wine: this fright sits here yet.

Ex.
Enter Juletta.
Jul.
What a fright I have put 'em in; what a brave hurry.
If this doe bolt him, Ile be with him againe
With a new part, was never play'd; Ile ferk him.
As he hunts her, so ile hunt him: Ile claw him.
Now will I see if I can crosse her footing:
Yet still ile watch his water, he shall pay for't;
And when he thinks most malice, and meanes worse,
Ile make him know the Mare's the better Horse.

Exit.

Scena quinta.

Enter Pedro, and a Gentleman.
Gent.
Ye are a stranger sir, and for humanity,
Being come within our walls, I would shew you something.
Ye have seen the Castle?

Ped.
Yes sir, tis a strong one,
And well maintain'd.

Gent.
Why are you still thus sad, sir?
How doe ye like the walkes?

Ped.
They are very pleasant;
Your Town stands coole and sweet.

Gent.
But that I would not
Affect you with more sadnesse, I could shew ye
A place worth view.

Ped.
Showes seldome alter me sir;
Pray ye speake it, and then shew it.

Gen.
Tis a house here
Where people of all sorts, that have been visited
With lunacies and follies waite their cures,
Their's fancies of a thousand stamps and fashions,
Like flies in severall shapes buze round about ye,
And twice as many gestures; some of pitty,
That it would make ye melt to see their passions:
And some as light againe, that would content ye.
But I see sir, your temper is too modest,
Too much inclin'd to contemplation,
To meet with these?

Ped.
You could not please me better;
And I beseech you sir, doe me the honour
To let me waite upon ye.

Gent.
Since ye are willing,
To me it shall be a pleasure to conduct ye.

Ped.
I never had such a mind yet to see misery.

Exeunt.

Scena sexta.

Enter two Keepers.
1 Keep.
Carry mad Besse some meat, she rores like Thunder;
And tie the Parson short, the Moone's ith full,
H'as a thousand Pigs in's braines: Who lookes to the Prentize?
Keep him from women, he thinks h'as lost his Mistris,
And talke of no silke stuffes, 'twill runne him horn mad.

2 Keep.
The Justice keeps such a stirre yonder with his Charges,
And such a coyle with warrants,

1 K.
Take away his Statutes;
The divell has possest him in the likenesse
Of penall Lawes: keep him from Aquavite,
For if that spirit creep into his corum,
He will commit us all: how is it with the Scholler?

2 K.
For any thing I see, he's in his right wits.

1 K.
Thou art an asse; in's right wits, goodman coxcomb?
As though any man durst be in's right wits, and be here.
It is as much as we dare be that keep 'em.

Enter English madman.
Engl.
Give me some drink.

1 K.
O, there's the English man.

Engl.
Fill me a thousand pots, and froth 'em, froth 'em.
Down o' your knees, ye rogues, and pledge me roundly;
One, two, three, and foure; we shall be all merry within this houre.
To the great Turke.

1 K.
Peace, peace, thou Heathen drunkard;
These English are so Malt-mad, there's no medling with 'em;
When they have a fruitfull yeere of Barly there,
All the whole Island's thus.

Engl.
A Snuff, a snuff, a snuff.
A lewd notorious snuff: giv't him againe, boy.

Enter Shee-foole.
Fool.
God-ye-good even, Goffer.

2 K.
Who let the Foole loose?

1 K.
If any of the mad-men take her, she is pepper'd,
They'l bounce her loynes.

Foole.
Will ye walke into the cole house?

1. K.
She is as leacherous too as a she-ferret.

2 K.
Who a vengeance looks to her? go in Kate,
Ile give thee a fine Apple.

Foole.
Will ye busse me?
And tickle me, and make me laugh?

1 K.
Ile whip ye.

Engl.
Foole, foole, come up to me foole.

Foole.
Are ye peeping?

Engl.
Ile get thee with five fooles.

Foole.
O fine, O dainty.

Eng.
And thou shalt lie in in a horse-cloth, like a Lady

Foole.
And shall I have a Coach?

Engl.
Drawn with foure Turkeys,
And they shall tread thee too.

Foole.
We shall have egges then;
And shall I sit upon 'em?

Engl.
I, I, and they shall be all addle,
And make an admirable Tanzey for the divell.
Come, come away, I am taken with thy love foole,
And will mightily be labour thee.

1 K.
How the foole bridles? how she twitters at him?
These Englishmen would stagger a wise-woman.
If we should suffer her to have her will now,
We should have all the women in Spaine as mad as she here,

2 K.
They would strive who should be most fool: away with her.

Enter Master, three Gentlemen, a mad Scholler, and Pedro.
Foole.
Pray ye stay a little: lets heare him sing, h'as a fine breast.

1 K.
Here comes my Master; to the spit ye whore,
And stir no more abroad, but tend your businesse;
Your shall have no more sops ith' pan else, nor no porrige:
Besides, Ile whip your breech.

Foole.
Ile goe in presently.

1 Gent.
Ile assure ye sir, the Cardinal's angry with ye
For keeping this young man.

Mast.
I am heartily sorry.
If ye allow him sound, pray ye take him with ye.

1 Gent.
This is the place, and now observe their humors:

2 Gent.
We can find nothing in him light, nor tainted;
No startings, nor no rubs, in all his answers,
In all his Letters nothing but discretion,
Learning, and handsome stile.

Mast.
Be not deceived sir,
Marke but his looke.

1 Gent.
His griefe, and his imprisonment
May stamp that there.

Mast.
Pray talke with him again then.

2 Gent.
That will be needlesse, we have tride him long enough,
And if he had a taint we should have met with't.
Yet to discharge your care—

Ped.
A sober youth:
Pity so heavy a crosse should light upon him.

2 Gent.
You finde no sicknesse?

Schol.
None sir, I thank Heaven,
Nor nothing that diverts my understanding.

1 Gent.
Doe you sleep a nights?

Schol.
As sound, and sweet, as any man:

2 Gent.
Have ye no fearfull dreams?

Schol.
Sometimes, as all have
That go to bed with raw and windy stomacks;
Else, I am all one piece.

1 Gent.
Is there no unkindnesse
You have conceiv'd from any friend or parent?
Or scorne from what ye lov'd?

Schol.
No, truely sir:
I never yet was master of a faith
So poore, and weake, to doubt my friend or kindred,
And what love is, unlesse it lie in learning
I thinke I am ignorant.

1 Gent.
This man is perfect,
A civiller discourser I nere talk'd with.

Mast.
You'l finde it otherwise.

2 Gent.
I must tell ye true sir,
I thinke ye keep him here to teach him madnesse.
Here's his discharge from my Lord Cardinall;
And come sir, goe with us.

Schol.
I am bound unto ye,
And farewell Master.

Mast.
Farewell Stephano,
Alas poore man.

1 Gent.
What flaws, and whirles of weather,
Or rather storms have been aloft these three daies;
How darke, and hot, and full of mutiny!
And still grows lowder.

Mast.
It has been stubborn weather.

2 Gent.
Strange work at Sea, I fear me there's old tumbling.

1 Gent.
Blesse my old unkles Barke, I have a venture.

2 Gent.
And I more then I would wish to lose.

Scho.
Doe you feare?

2 Gent.
Ha! how he lookes?

Mast.
Nay, marke him better Gentlemen.

2 Gent.
Mercy upon me: how his eyes are altered?

Mast.
Now tell me how ye like him: whether now
He be that perfect man ye credited?

Scho.
Doe's the Sea stagger ye?

Mast.
Now ye have hit the nick.

Scho.
Doe ye feare the billowes?

1 Gent.
What ailes him? who has stir'd him?

Scho.
Be not shaken,
Nor let the singing of the storm shoot through ye,
Let it blow on, blow on: let the clouds wrastle,
And let the vapours of the earth turn mutinous,
The Sea in hideous mountaines rise and tumble
Upon a Dolphins back, Ile make all tremble,
For I am Neptune.

Mast.
Now what think ye of him?

2 Gent.
Alas poore man.

Scho.

Mast.
He must have Musicke now: I must observe him.
His fit will grow to full else.

Musick, Song.
2 Gent.
I must pitty him.

Mast.
Now he will in himselfe most quietly,
And clean forget all, as he had done nothing.

1 Gent.
We are sorry, sir: and we have seen a wonder;
From this houre we'l believe, and so we'l leave ye.

Exit.
Ped.
This was a strange fit.

Mast.
Did ye marke him sir?

Ped.
He might have cozen'd me with his behaviour.

Mast.
Many have sworn him right, and I have thought so:
Yet on a sudden, from some word, or other,
When no man could expect a fit, he has flown out:
I dare not give him will.

Enter Alinda.
Ped.
Pray Heaven recover him.

Alin.
Must I come in too?

Mast.
No, my pretty Lad;
Keep in thy chamber Boy: 'shalt have thy supper.

Ped.
I pray ye what is he sir?

Mast.
A strange boy, that last night
Was found i'th' Town, a little craz'd, distracted,
And so sent hither.

Ped.
How the pretty knave looks,
And playes, and peepes upon me! sure such eyes
I have seen, and lov'd: what fair hands? certainly—

Mast.
Good sir, you'l make him worse.

Ped.
I pray believe not.
Alas, why should I hurt him? how he smiles?
The very shape, and sweetnesse of Alinda:
Let me look once againe: were it in such clothes
As when I saw her last; this must be she.
How tenderly it stroakes me?

Mast.
Pray ye be mild sir;
I must attend elsewhere.

Exit.
Ped.
Pray ye be secure sir,
What would ye say? how my heart beates and trembles?
He holds me hard by th'hand; O my life, her flesh too!
I know not what to think: her teares, her true ones;
Pure orient teares: Hark, doe you know me little one?

Alin.
O Pedro Pedro!

Ped.
O my soule!

Gent.
What fit's this?
The Pilgrimes off the hooks too.

Alin.
Let me hold thee,
And now come all the world, and all that hate me.

Ped.
Be wise, and not discovered: O how I love ye!
How doe ye now?

Alin.
I have been miserable;
But your most vertuous eyes have cur'd me, Pedro:
Pray ye thinke it no immodesty, I kisse ye,
My head's wild still.

Ped.
Be not so full of passion,
Nor do not hang so greedily upon me;
Twill be ill taken.

Alin.
Are ye weary of me?
I will hang here eternally, kisse ever,
And weep away for joy.

Enter Master.
Mast.
I told ye sir,
What ye would doe: for shame doe not afflict him;
You have drawn his fit upon him fearfully:
Either depart, and presently; Ile force ye else.
Who waits within?

Enter two Keepers to fetch 'em off.
Ped.
Alas good sir.
This is the way never to hope recovery.
Stay but one minute more, Ile complaine to the Governour.
Bring in the boy: doe you see how he swels, and teares himselfe?
Is this your cure? Be gon; if the boy miscarry
Let me nere find you more, for ile so hamper ye—

Gent.
You were too blame: too rash.

Ped.
Farewell for ever.

Exeunt.