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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.
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