 | The Pilgrim |  |
Actus Quintus.
Scæna prima.
Enter Seberto, Curio.Seb.
Now, o' my conscience, we have lost him utterly,
He's not gon home: we heard from thence this morning,
And since our parting last at Rodorigo's,
You know what ground we have travel'd.
Cur.
He's asleep sure:
For if he had been awake. we should have met with him:
'Faith let's turn back, we have but a fruitlesse journey;
And to hope further of Alindas recovery,
(For sure she'l rather perish then returne)
Is but to seeke a Moth i'th Sunne.
Seb.
We'l on sure;
Something we'l know, some cause of all this fooling,
Make some discovery.
Cur.
Which way shall we cast then,
For all the Champion Country, and the villages,
And all those sides?
Seb.
We'l crosse these woods awhile then:
Here if we faile, we'l gallop to Segonia
And if we light of no news there, heare nothing;
We'l even turn fairly home, and coast the other side.
Cur.
He may be sicke, or faln into some danger;
He has no guide, nor no man to attend him.
Seb.
He's well enough, he has a travel'd body,
And though he be old, he's tough, and will endure well;
But he is so violent to finde her out,
That his anger leads him a thousand wild goose chases:
Ile warrant he is well.
Cur.
Shall we part company?
Seb.
By no means, no: that were a sullen businesse:
No pleasure in our journey: Come, let's crosse here first,
And where we finde the paths, let them direct us.
Exeunt.
Scæna secunda.
Enter Juletta, Alinda.Jul.
Why are you still so fearfull of me, Lady?
So doubtfull of my faith, and honest service?
To hide your selfe from me, to fly my company?
Am I not yours? all yours? by this light you shake still;
Do ye suspect me false? did I ever faile ye?
Doe you think I am corrupted? base? and treacherous?
Lord, how ye look! Is not my life tyde to ye?
And all the power I have to serve, and honour ye?
Still do ye doubt? still am I terrible?
I will not trouble ye: good Heaven preserve ye,
And send ye what ye wish: I will not see ye,
Nor once remember I had such a Mistris.
I will not speak of ye, nor name Alinda,
For feare you should suspect I would betray ye:
Goodnesse and peace conduct ye.
Alin.
Prethee pardon me,
I know thou art truly faithfull: and thou art welcome,
A welcome partner to my miseries;
Thou knowst I love thee too.
Jul.
I have thought so, Lady.
Alin.
Alas, my feares have so distracted me
I durst not trust my selfe.
Jul.
Come, pray ye think better,
And cast those by: at least consider, Lady,
How to prevent 'em: pray ye put off this fooles coate;
Though it have kept ye secret for a season,
Tis known now, and will betray ye; your arch enemy
Roderigo is abroad: many are looking for ye.
Alin.
I know it: and those many I have cozen'd:
Jul.
You cannot still thus.
Alin.
I have no meanes to shift it.
Jul.
I have: and shift you too. I lay last night
At a poore widows house here in the Thicket,
Whether I will conduct ye, and new shape ye,
My selfe too to attend ye.
Alin.
What meanes hast thou?
For mine are gone.
Jul.
Feare not, enough to serve ye;
I came not out so empty.
Alin.
Prethee tell me,
(For thou hast stroke a kind of comfort through me.)
When saw'st thou Roderigo?
Jul.
Even this morning,
And in these woods: take heed, h'as got a new shape.
Alin.
The habit of a Pilgrime? yes, I know it,
And I hope shall prevent it; was he alone?
Jul.
No Madam, and which made me wonder mightily,
He was in company with that handsome Pilgrime,
That sad sweet man.
Alin.
That I forgot to give to?
Jul.
The same, the very same, that you so pittied,
A man as fit to suit his villanies.
Alin.
And did they walke together?
Jul.
Wondrous civilly.
Alin.
Talke, and discourse?
Jul.
I thinke so, for I see 'em
Make many stands, and then embrace each other.
Alin.
The Pilgrime is betraid, a Judas dwels with him,
A Simon, that will seem a Saint to choake him.
Canst thou but shew me this?
Iul.
Lord how she trembles!
Not thus, for all the world, ye are undone then;
But let's retire, and alter, then we'l walke free;
And then ile shew ye any thing.
Alin.
Come, good wench,
And speedily: for I have strang faiths working,
As strange feares too, ile tell thee all my life then.
Jul.
Come quick, ile conduct ye, and still serve ye,
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This way; Ile be your guide.
Exeunt.
Scena tertia.
Enter Governour, Verdugo, Citizens.Gov.
Use all your sports,
All your solemnities; tis the Kings day to morrow.
His birth-day, birth day, and his marriage, a glad day,
A day we ought to honour, all.
1 Cit.
We will sir,
And make Segonia ring with our rejoycings.
Gov.
Be sumptuous, but not riotous; be bounteous,
But not in drunken Bacchanals: free to all strangers,
Easie, and sweet in all your entertainments,
For tis a Royall day admits no rudenesse.
2 Cit.
Your Lordship will do us the honour to be here your selfe,
And grace the day?
Gov.
Tis a maine part of my service.
3 Cit.
I hope your honour has taken into your consideration
The miseries we have suffered by these Out-laws,
The losses, howrly feares; the rude abuses
Strangers that travell to us are daily loaden with
Our daughters, and our wives complaints.
Gov.
I am sorry for't,
And have Commission from the King to ease it:
You shall not be long vext.
1 Cit.
Had we not wals, sir,
And those continually man'd too with our watches,
We should not have a bit of meat to feed us.
And yet they are our friends, and we must think so,
And entertaine 'em so sometimes, and feast 'em,
And send 'em loden home too, we are lost else.
2 Cit.
They'l come to Church amongst us, as we hope Christians,
When all their zeale is but to steale the Chalices;
At this good time now, if your Lordship were not here,
To awe their violence with your authority,
They would play such gambals.
Gov.
Are they grown so heady?
2 Cit.
They would drink up all our Wine, pisse out our Bonfires;
Then, like the drunken Centaures, have at the fairest,
Nay, have at all: fourscore and ten's a Goddesse,
Whilst we, like fooles, stand shaking in our cellars.
Gov.
Are they so fierce upon so little sufferance?
Ile give 'em such a purge, and suddenly.
Verdugo, after this solemnity is over
Call on me for a charge of men, of good men,
To see what house these knaves keep: of good souldiers,
As sturdy as themselves: that dare dispute with 'em,
Dare walk the woods as well as they, as fearlesse,
But with a better faith belabour 'em;
Ile know what claim they have to their possession.
Tis pity of their Captaine Roderigo,
A wel-bred Gentleman, and a good souldier,
And one, his Majesty has some little reason
To thank, for sundry services, and faire ones;
That long neglect bred this, I am sorry for him.
Ver.
The hope of his estate keeps backe his pardon,
There's divers waspes, that buz about that honey-box,
And long to lick themselves full.
Gov.
True Verdugo,
Would he had but the patience to discerne it,
And policy to wipe their lips.
Verd.
To fetch him in sir,
By violence, he being now no in infant,
Will aske some bloody crowns. I know his people.
Are of his owne choice men, that will not totter,
Nor blench much at a Bullet; I know his order,
And though he have no multitude, h'as manhood;
The elder-twin to that too, staid experience.
But if he must be forced, sir,—
Gov.
There's no remedy,
Unlesse he come himselfe.
Ver.
That will be doubtfull.
Did you never hear yet of the Noble Pedro?
Gov.
I cannot by no means; I think he's dead sure;
The Court bewailes much his untimely losse:
The King himselfe laments him.
Uerd.
He was sunke;
And if he be dead, he died happily,
He buried all he had in the Kings service,
And lost himselfe.
Gov.
Well: if he be alive, Captaine,
(As hope still speaks the best) I know the Kings mind
So inwardly and full, he will be happy.
Come, to this preparation; when that's done,
The Outlaws expedition is begun.
Cit.
We'l contribute all to that, and help our selves too.
Exeunt.
Scæna Quarta.
Enter Rodorigo, Pedro.Rod.
How sweet these solitary places are? how wantonly
The wind blowes through the leafes, leases, and courts, and playes with 'em?
Will ye sit down, and sleep? the heat invites ye.
Harke how yond purling stream dances, and murmurs,
The Birds sing softly too: pray take some rest, sir.
I would faine wooe his fancie to a peace,
It labours high and hastily upon him;
Pray ye sit, and Ile sit by.
Ped.
I cannot sleep friend,
I have those watches here admit no slumbers.
Saw ye none yet?
Rod.
No creature.
Ped.
What strange Musicke
Was that we heard afar off?
Rod.
I cannot guesse;
Twas loud, and shrill: sometimes it shew'd hard by us,
And by and by the sound fled as the wind does;
Here's no inhabitants.
Ped.
It much delighted me.
Rod.
They talke of Faeries, and such demi-devils,
This is as fine a place to dance their gambols.—
Ped.
Me thought I heard a voyce.
Musick & Birds.
Rod.
They can sing admirably,
They never lose their maiden-heads: I would foole any away
To make him merry now: methinks yond rocks yonder
Shew like inchanted Cels, where they inhabit.
Musick afar off. Pot Birds.
Ped.
Tis here againe, harke gentle Roderigo,
Hark, hark: O sweet, sweet, how the Birds record too!
Marke how it flies now every way. O love,
In such a harmony art thou begotten,
In such soft Ayre, so gentle, lul'd and nourish'd.
O my best Mistris!
Rod.
How he weeps! deere Heaven
Give him his hearts content, and me forgive too.
I must melt too.
Ped.
The Birds sing lowder, sweeter,
And every note they emulate one another?
Lie still and heare: These when they have done their labours,
Enter Alinda and Juletta, like old women.
Their pretty ayres, fall to their rests, enjoy 'em.
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Rod.
Who are these?
Ped.
What.
Rod.
Those there, those, those things that come upon us,
Those grandame things, those strange antiquities.
Did not I say these words begot strange wonders?
Iul.
Now ye may view 'em.
Alin.
Ha?
Iul.
The men ye long'd for,
Here they are both: now ye may boldy talke with 'em,
And never be ghess'd at: be not afraid, nor faint not;
They wonder at us; let's maintaine that wonder;
Shake not, but what ye purpose doe discreetly,
And from your tongue i'le take my part.
Alin.
Ha?
Iul.
There: before ye, there, doe not turne coward Mistresse,
If ye doe love, carry your Love out handsomely.
Alin.
'Tis he and Roderigo; what a peace
Dwels in their faces, what a friendly calme
Crownes both their soules?
Rod.
They show as if they were mortall,
They come upon us still.
Alin.
Be not afraid, man,
Let 'em be what they wil, they cannot hurt us,
Rod.
That thing ith' Button'd-Cap lookes terribly.
She has Guns in her eyes, the devils Ingeneer.
Ped.
Come, stand, and let's goe meet 'em.
Rod.
Goe you first.
I have lesse faith: when I have said my Prayers—
Ped.
There needs no feare, haile reveren'd dames.
Alin.
Good ev'en.
What doe ye seeke?
Ped.
We would seek happier fortunes.
Rod.
That little devill has maine need of a Barber,
What a trim beard she has?
Alin.
Seek 'em, and make 'em,
Lie not still, nor longer here,
Here inhabits naught but feare.
Be constant good, in faith be clear,
Fortune will waite ye every where.
Ped.
Whether should we goe? for we beleeve thy Reverence,
And next obey.
Alin.
Goe to Segonia.
And there before the Altar pay thy vowes,
Thy gifts, and Prayers: unload thy heavines,
To morrow shed thy teares, and gaine thy suit,
Such honest noble showres, ne're wanted fruit.
Iul.
Stand you out too.
Rod.
I shall be hang'd, or whipt now:
These know, and these have power.
Iul.
See how he shakes.
A secure conscience never quakes,
Thou hast been ill; be so no more,
A good retreat is a great store.
Thou hast commanded men of might,
Command thy selfe, and then thou art right,
Alin.
Command thy will: thy foule desires.
Put out and quench thy unhallowed fires:
Command thy mind, and make that pure;
Thou art wise then, valiant, and secure.
A blessing then thou maist beget.
Jul.
A curse else that shall never set
Will light upon thee: Say thy Prayers,
Thou hast as many sins, as haires.
Thou art a Captain, let thy men
Be honest, and good thoughts, and then
Thou maist command, and lead in chiefe,
Yet thou art bloody, and a theife.
Rod.
What shall I doe? I doe confesse.
Alin.
Retire,
And purge thee perfect in his fire:
His life observe; live in his Schoole,
And then thou shalt put off the foole.
Iul.
Pray at Segonia too, and give
Thy Offrings up, repent, and live.
Musicke within
Alin.
Away, away: enquire no more,
Doe this, ye are rich, else fooles, and poore;
What Musick's this?
Iul.
Retire? 'tis some neat Joy,
In honour of the Kings great day: they wonder,
This comes in right to confirme their reverence.
Away, away, let them admire, it makes
For our advantage: how the Captaine shakes?
Exit.
Ped.
This was the Musick.
Rod.
Yes, yes, how I sweat!
I was never so deserted; sure these woods
Are onely inhabited with rare dreames, and wonders;
I would not be a knave againe, a villaine:
Lord, how I loath it now: for these know all Sir,
And they would finde me out.
Ped.
They are excellent women,
Deepe in their knowledge, friend.
Rod.
I would not be traytor,
And have these of my Jury; how light I am,
And how my heart laughes now me thinkes within me?
Now I am Catechiz'd, I would ever dwell here,
For there is a kinde of Court of Reformation;
Had I beene stubborn friend.
Ped.
They would have found it.
Rod.
And then they would have handled me a new way,
The devils dump had been danced then.
Ped.
Let's away
And doe their great Commands, and do 'em handsomely:
Contrite, and true, for I beleeve Roderigo,
And constantly beleeve, we shall be happy.
Rod.
So you doe well; fall edge or flat O my side;
All I can stagger at is the Kings Anger,
Which if it come, I am prepar'd to meet it.
Ped.
The King has mercy, friend, as well as Justice:
And when you fall: no more.
Rod.
I hope the fairest.
Exeunt.
Scæna quinta.
Enter Master, Seberto: Curio.Cur.
We have told ye what he is: what time we have sought him:
His nature, and his name: the seeming Boy too,
Ye had here, how, and what by your own relation,
All circumstances we have cleer'd: That the Duke sent him
We told ye how impossible; he knowes him not;
That he is mad himselfe, and therefore fit
To be your Prisoner, we dare swear against it.
Seb.
Take heed Sir, be not madder then you would make him;
Though he be rash, and suddain (which is all his wildenes)
Take heed ye wrong him not: he is a Gentleman,
And so must be restor'd and cleer'd in all points;
The King shall be a Judge else.
Cur.
'Twas some trick
That brought him hither: the Boy, and letter counterfeit,
Which shall appear, if ye dare now detain him.
Mast.
I dare not Sir; nor will not: I beleeve ye,
And will restore him up: had I known sooner
H'ad been a neighbour, and the man you speak him,
(Though as I live, he carried a wild seeming)
My Service, and my selfe had both attended him
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Seb.
Let's in, and visit him:
Then to the holy Temple: there pay our duties,
And so wee'le take our leaves.
Mast.
I'le waite upon ye.
Exeunt.
Scæna Sexta.
An Altar prepar'd:Solemne Musick.
Enter Governour, Verdugo, Courtiers, Ladies, &c.
Gov.
This to devotion sacred be,
This to the Kings prosperity,
This to the Queen, and Chastity.
Musick.
Ver.
These Oblations first we bring
To purge our selves: These to the King.
To love, and beautie these: now sing.
Musick.
Ladies.
Holy Altar, daigne to take
These for our selves: For the Kings sake
And honour these: These sacred lye
To Vertue, Love, and Modesty
Our wishes to Eternity.
Musick. Enter Pedro and Roderigo.
Ped.
For our selves first, thus we bend
Forgive us heaven, and be our friend:
Rod.
And happy fortune to us send.
Ped.
To the King, honour, and all Ioy,
Long, and happy from annoy.
Rod.
Prosperous be all his dayes
Every new houre, a new praise.
Ped.
Every minute thus be seene.
Both.
And thousand honours Crowne the Queene.
Musick.
Seb.
Come to the Altar: let us do our duties.
Enter Alphonso, Curio, Seberto.
Alph.
I have almsot forgot a Church.
Cur.
Kneele reverently.
Alph.
For my lost wits (let me see)
First J pray: and secondly
To be at home againe, and free,
And if I travell more, hang me,
For the King, and for the Queene,
That they may be wise, and seene
Never in the Mad-mans Jnne.
For my daughter, I would pray
But she has made a holly-day,
And needs not my devotion now
Let her take her own course (heaven,)
Whether it be od, or even.
Musick. Enter Alinda, & Iuletta like Shepheards.
And if that please not, take her you.
Seb.
A short, and sweet Meditation: what are these here?
Alin.
Haile to this sacred place,
Iul.
They are all here, Madam:
No violence dare touch here; be secure:
My Bilbo Master too: how got he loose againe?
How lamentably he lookes: he has had discipline.
I dare not let him know my prancks.
Seb.
'Tis she sure.
Cur.
'Tis certainly.
Ped.
Ha! doe I dazell?
Rod.
'Tis the faire Alinda.
Gov.
What wonder stand these strangers in?
Rod.
Her woman by her,
The same Sir, as I live,
Alph.
I had a daughter,
With such a face once: such eyes and nose too,
Ha, let me see, 'tis wondrous like Alinda,
Their devotion ended, I'le marke 'em and neerer.
And she had a Filly that waited on her:
Just with such a favour,
Doe they keepe Goats now?
Alin.
Thus we kneele, and thus we pray
A happy honour, to this day,
Thus our Sacrifice we bring
Ever happy to the King.
Jul.
These of Purple, Damask greene
Sacred to the vertuous Queene
Here we hang.
Alin.
As these are now
Her glories ever spring, and show,
These for our selves: our hopes, and loves,
Full of pincks, and Ladies gloves,
Of hartes-ease too, which we would faine
As we labour for, attaine;
Heare me heaven, and as I bend,
Full of hope: some comfort send.
Jul.
Heare her: heare her: if there be
A spotles Sweetnes, this is she.
Musick.
Ped.
Now Roderigo stand.
Rod.
He that devides ye
Devides my life too.
Gov.
Pedro, Noble Pedro.
Doe not you know your friend?
Ped.
I know, and honour ye.
Gov.
Lady this leave i'le crave, pray be not angry,
I will not long devide you: how happy Pedro,
Would all the Court be now, might they be hold thee?
Might they but see you thus and thus embrace you?
The King will be a joyfull man beleeve it
Most joyfull Pedro.
Ped.
I am his humble Servant.
Nay, good Sir, speake your will, I see you wonder, one easie word from you—
Alph.
I dare say nothing
My tongue's a new tongue Sir, and knowes his tither,
Let her doe what she please, I dare doe nothing,
I have been damn'd for doing, will the King know him?
That fellow there, will he respect and honour him?
He has been look'd upon they say: will he own him?
Gov.
Yes certainly and grace him, ever honour him,
Restore him every way, he has much lamented him.
Alp.
Is't your will too? this is the last time of asking.
Rod.
I am sure, none else shall touch her, none else enjoy her.
If this, and this hold.
Alp.
You had best begin the game then, I have no title in her,
Pray take her, and dispatch her, and commend me to her,
And let me get me home, and hope I am sober:
Kisse, kisse, it must be thus: stand up Alinda,
I am the more Childe, and more need of blessing.
Ye had a waiting woman, one Iuletta,
A pretty desperate thing, just such another
As this sweet Lady; we call'd her nimble chaps.
I pray is this the party?
Jul.
No indeed Sir,
She is at home; I am a little Foot-Boy,
That walke a nights, and fright old Gentlemen;
Make 'em loose Hats and Cloakes.
Alph.
And Horses too.
Iul.
Sometimes I doe Sir, teach 'em the way through ditches;
And how to breake their worships shins, and noses
Against old broken Stiles, and Stumps.
Alph.
A fine art.
I feele it in my bones yet.
Iul.
I am a Drum Sir,
A Drum at mid-night, ran tan tan tan tan Sir,
Do you take me for Iuletta? I am a Page Sir,
That brought a letter from the Duke of Medina
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As your old worship worm'd for running mad Sir.
Alas, you are mistaken.
Alph.
Thou art the devill,
And so thou hast used me,
Iul.
I am any thing,
An old woman, that tels fortunes.
Rodo.
Ha.
Iul.
And frights good people,
And sends them to Segonia for their fortunes:
I am strange ayers, and excellent sweet voyces.
I am any thing, to doe her good beleeve me;
She now recovered, and her wishes crown'd
I am Iuletta againe, pray sir forgive me.
Alph.
I dare not doe otherwise, for fear thou should'st still follow me,
Prethee be forgiven, and I prethee forgive me too:
And if any of you, will marry her.
Iul.
No I beseech you Sir;
My Mistresse is my husband, with her I'le dwell still,
And when you play any more prancks you know where to have me.
Pedro.
You know him Sir.
Gov.
Know him, and much lament him:
The Kings incens'd much, much Sir, I can assure you.
Ped.
Noble Governour.
Gov.
But since he is your friend, and now appeares,
In honour of this day and love to you sir:
I'le try the power I have, to the pinch i'le put it;
Here's my hand Roderigo, I'le set you faire again.
Rod.
And here's mine, to be true, and full of Service.
Gov.
Your people too, shall have their generall pardons,
We'll have all peace and love.
Rod.
All shall pray for you.
Gov.
To my house now, and suite you to your worths;
Off with these weeds, and appeare glorious:
Then to the Priest, that shall attend us here,
And this be stil'd Loves new and happy yeare.
Rod.
The Kings and Queenes, two noble honors meet,
To grace this day, two true loves at their feet
Alph.
Well well, since wedding will come after wooing,
Give me some Rose-Mary, and let's be going.
Exeunt.
FINIS.
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