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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.
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