 | A Christian turn'd Turke : Or, The Tragicall Liues and Deaths of the two Famous Pyrates, Ward and Dansiker |  |
Scœne. 4.
Enter Rabshake, Agar, Uoada.Ag.
Speake freely, what think you of the new-come Captaine,
Vo.
Hee lookes as if his father and mother had got him in
feare: his eyes go like a Citie Catch-poles, severall wayes at
once, ther's no stuffe in him. Giue me the Dutch Cavaliere
Dansiker.
Ag.
Out vpon him puffe-paste, he was spoild in his infancy,
ill-bred.
Rab.
How? spoil'd with ill-bread? it was ill drinke spoyl'd
him. I am of my maisters mind, the new-come Pyrate is a reasonable
handsome man of a Christian.
Ag.
Why? doth Religion moue any thing in the shapes
of men?
Rab.
Altogether. What's the reason else that the Turke &
Iew is troubled (for the most part) with gowty legges, and
fiery nose, to expresse their heart-burning: whereas the Puritan
is a man of vpright calfe, and cleane nosthrill.
Uo.
Setting aside your nose, you should turne Christian,
then your calfe swels vpward mightily.
Rab.
How? I turne Christian? they haue Iew enough already
amongst 'em: were it but three qualities they haue, Il'e
be none of their society.
Ag.
Three qualities? I pri'the tell 'em vs Rabshake.
Rab.
First, they suffer their wiues to be their maisters. Secondly,
they make men theeues for want of maintenance, and
then hang them vp for stealing. Lastly, they are madde foure
times a yeare, and those they call Tearm-times, and then they
are so purg'd by their Physitians, which they name Lawyers,
some of 'em are never their owne men after it. I turne Christian?
they shall haue more charity amongst 'em first. They
will devoure one-another as familiarly as Pikes doe Gudgeons,
and with as much facility as Dutchmen doe Flapdragons.
Ag.
How? eate vp one-another?
Rab.
I, eate vp one-another: you haue an innocent Christian
cal'd a Gallant, your Citie Christian will feed vpon no other
meate by his good will.
Uo.
But their wiues will not feed on 'em too.
The truth is, they are not altogether so great devourers;
mary they will be sucking at the bones. But see my maister,
the great theefe and the little theeues, the robbers and
the receiuer.
Enter Iew, Gallop, Das. Sar. Sis.
Ag.
He's come. Thou powerful God of loue, strike through mine eies
Those awful darts of thine, whose burning heads
Pierce thorough hearts of yee, melt frostiest breasts,
Make all stoope to thy Deity. Now giue thy art,
No God but Cupid pitties mortal's smart.
Enter Dansiker, Benwash, Iew, Gismund, Fredericke, Carolo, Alizia.
Gis.
Fiue duckets a Tun, 's hart the Caske is worth more,
Iew.
You must remember at what rate you bought 'em.
Das.
And at what price you may haue more.
Gis.
You speake like men that know how the market goes.
Your eare Iew.
Aliz.
What misery remaines to adde to mine,
My brother lost his life in my defence;
And with his life, my sexe and libertie,
I stand depriu'd of. Are not these wounds sufficient
To let out my weake breath? Thou flinty breast,
Art thou impenetrable? or is that thing cal'd death
Too great a good for such a wretch as I am? It is, it is,
And that's the cause so many miseries
Do stop the way too't.
Ièw.
I am your Merchant Ruben Rabshake, my wife, her sister
Fetch me three hundred Dukets for this Gentleman.
Rab.
This new-come theefe sir?
Iew.
Gentleman, slaue.
Rab.
Why your theefe is a Gentleman, he scornes to do any
thing, and he liues vpon his commings in.
Iew.
Peace dogge, you see gallants, we are not Italionat to
locke our women vp, wee set 'em free, giue open entertainment.
Gal.
It seemes this Iew keeps a Bawdy-house, I like his wife
on her.
Sar.
You are of a noble minde sir, courtly and high ,
It's want of merit that breeds ielousie,
From which I know you cleare.
Iew.
As I am from couetousnesse: how their eyes strike
each other? Rabshake—
Rab.
Here sir.
Iew.
Captaine, your gold.
Ag.
He saw our eyes meet, no matter, may I coole my heate
Let the world burne. Thy counsell Voada.
Iew.
I do not like this fellowes lookes, Rabshake.
Rab.
He hath a hanging countenance indeed sir,
Iew.
Tush, my wife man, thou hast forgot how deere
I bought my liberty, renounc'd my law,
The Law of Moses, turn'd Turke, all to keepe
My bed free from these Mahometan Dogges.
I would not be a monster Rabshake, a man-beast,
A Cuckold.
Rab.
I haue not fogotten sir that you damned your selfe because
you would not be a Cornuto: If euery man should fine
so deere for his hornes, we should haue but a few Christians
left: but seeing you feare your vessell hath a leake, wherefore
do you put her to sea, man her thus?
Iew.
For commodity: thou seest rich shop-keepers set their
wiues at sale to draw in custome, vtter their wares, yet keepe
that I em vntouch't: all for profite man.
Rab.
I am not of your minde sir, there is no profite without
some paine.
Iew.
No more villaine: should I suspect my selfe to haue
that disease, I would run mad, first fury of my hornes should
light on thee: looke too't, thou art no longer living then my
wife is honest.
Rab.
I feare my dayes are but short then, if my life lasts
no longer then I can keepe a Woman honest against her
will.
Voad.
It is a louely boy, rare featur'd, would he were mine.
It is so Uoada, he hath made the slaue my Iaylor.
Voad.
I haue not seene so much of beauty in a man.
Ag.
You loose your selfe. What man? what beauty? I tell
thee I am vndone, Rabshake is made my ouer-seer.
Vo.
I would vse him like an ouer-seer then, he should stand by
whil'st the Executioner opened the bagges: I must enioy his
loue, though quēching of my lust did burn the world besides.
Iew.
It's right Captaine.
Gis.
Yes, 'tis right.
Gal.
But that's the wrong way sir, your followers expect
their equall shares.
Iew.
The fellow raues: talke to a Captaine of equall sharing,
I'le take order for landing the goods, & bee with you presently.
Rabshake, thou knowest thy doome slaue, looke too't, thine
eyes, villaine thine eyes.
Exit.
Rab.
I'le warrant you sir, I'le looke toot.
Gal.
Here, carry 'em these two duckets to drinke vpon receit
of the whole, Il'e deale like a commander with 'em, as
men doe with their followers: that is, as you haue followed
me to earne meanes, so now you shall follow mee as long to
get your earnings, you shall be followers still, I will discharge
none of you.
Sares.
We tooke him for a gull, but now I see hee hath had
command, he can cheat his Souldiers.
Sis.
I hope sir you will make better respect of your credit,
you know your oathes and promise.
Gal.
My promise, if a Citizen had bought a company, hee
could but keepe day with 'em: you must pardon him gentlemen,
a fresh Souldier wants seasoning.
Sis.
Salt vs, looke too't, we shall hardly relish you sir.
Gall.
How? threatens and braues?
Dans.
Forbeare, giue the poore fellow leaue to prate, he
payes for't.
Sis.
Good: you are now vpon your guard, we shall meet
you vpon discharge of the watch, and knock you downe with
a bill of accounts, we shall skeld.
Exit.
Gal.
Out gull, talke to a commander, a man of warre of equall
Shall we acost these Ladyes, gallants?
Rab.
Tis the custome of the whole world, the greater theefe
preyes vpon the lesse still: how's this?
Dans.
The happinesse of the day befall you Ladyes.
Sar.
The night equall the dayes happinesse, say I.
Gall.
All content both night and day stand to your desires.
Agar.
Our desires equall your wishes sir.
Gal.
Your desires are aboue my performance then.
Rab.
I am drawing on, if my life lye vpon her honesty, I am
vpon the poynt of giving vp already.
Agar.
That Gentleman is very moving.
Ag.
Could you not intreate him stay his pace.
Sar.
And trot in your ring, Lady, if you please.
Ag.
I purpose not to take a courser of your choosing, lest I
be iaded sir.
Sar.
You presume the more of your owne horsemanship.
Rab.
Hoy-day, they are riding already, 'sfoot I am like to
go post to the Divell for this.
Dans.
Next night, time of my proiect, if I proue not as
hot a shot as came in your quarters since the losse of your
virginity, let me suffer the paines of S. Anthonies purgatory.
Ag.
He must necessarily be a man of deeds, he is of so few
words.
Sar.
You shall do well to put him to the tryall.
Ag.
Without immodesty, may I question the reason you'r
so heavy sir?
Rab.
Nay then it rings out for me, should the Iew see this, I
were as good as speechlesse: there were but a little gasping
betweene me and the graue.
Gal.
The reason of my heauinesse is, that you and I might
agree the better: for women loue-contraries, and you are
light I see.
Ag.
How's this? you see me light, true, to be in loue
With one so farre disdainfull.
Vo.
What successe woman? the Dutchman & I haue barterd wares.
Ag.
I haue made exchange too, sold my liberty,
Enter Rabshake.
Rab.
My Mistresse, Gentlemen, did you see my Mistresse?
Ag.
Your businesse sirrah?
Rab.
You must make provision to entertaine two of the richest
Pyrates ever landed here, one Captaine Ward and Franciscus,
they haue brought a prize in worth three thousand duckets:
besides, they sell their prisoners slaues, my maister hath
ingrost them all.
Ag.
Vengeance seize him and them. Backe sirrah, say wee
will expect them: you sir, attend your maister his comming,
see you giue vs notice on't.
Rab.
Nay, I hold it the best course too, for mine own safety.
My charge is charg'd my watch must be now, lest my Maister
know it. If al the world were eies, women I see would to it.
Ex.
Gal.
I do but dreame sure, Ward and Franciscus?
Dans.
What moues this passion?
Sar.
Why looke you pale?
Gal.
Pale? I haue a cause, I haue lesse colour by 600 Duckets
then I had.
Sar.
As how sir?
Gal.
I'le tell you: I tooke an adventure to pay this Ward,
600 Duckets at our two meetings at Tunis, and see how the
Divell hath brought it about: I must leaue you gallants.
Dans.
By no meanes: we will compound the businesse.
Agar.
I can conceale it no longer.
Voad.
You will betray your selfe to their contempt, by your
owne forwardnesse.
Agar.
I nea'r shall haue so faire occasion to speake my loue
againe, you know my husbands watchfull ielousie.
Vo.
Now by my sex I am ashamed of you, were the Iew mine,
I would haue no other Pander: be rul'd by me
It's he shall hire the Captaine to thy loue,
And his owne horning. What cannot we perswade?
“Man was asleepe when womans braine was made.
Agar.
Thou giu'st me a new life, I am thy Scholler.
Uoad.
Il'e pricke thee forth a lesson, whose choyser straine,
Shall tell men that all Art 'gainst lust & women's vaine.
Exeūt.
As you are men conceale your weapons, here are women
in the roome.
Gal.
Sismund.
Enter three Sailers with Sismund.
Sis.
We are come to giue you thanks for the 2 duckets sir.
Gal.
As you are of the sword, draw.
Fight.
Sis.
We are fresh-men, wee'l powder you.
Gal.
Murder, murder, I shal be torn in peeces, by my hands.
Enter Ward, Franciscus, Ferd. Al. Page.
Sis.
Ward, Franciscus, we are betraid, away.
Exeunt.
Ward.
Gallop.
Gall.
My noble generall aliue, come to my rescue, my
loyaltie to the braue knight did thus ingage me: the slaues
could not be content to stow me vnder-boord, and force mee
from thee, but would haue shared the prize too: but I haue
shar'd with 'em, see heer's three hundred duckets, thou shalt
haue them all braue sparke, the Divell to boot with 'em.
VVard.
Then you think this gold shal purchase your pardon.
Gal.
'Sfoot I am over-ioy'd with the sight of thee: see the
heroicke Dansiker, his Captaine Sare.
VVard.
Your loues, gentlemen.
Dans.
This is no slaue, he payes 600. duckets at their meeting,
true, we are witnesse on't.
VVard.
I will be gul'd for once thus, I will, these duckets
shall stop my mouth.
Gal.
'Sheart there are as many more in Banke, you shal haue
'em all, I prize thy countenance aboue a second Indies, were
they molten in your garbage. The world runnes round with
me, Sicut erat in principio, naked I came in, and penilesse I shall
go out.
VVard.
See he is come.
Enter Iew, Raymond, his two sonnes bound. Ruben.
You'l giue my price sir.
Iew.
yes, for these slaues, I will.
Ray.
For ever be he seruile that so makes 'em.
A name that beares too much of pitty int,
Compared with so inhumane; creature wert thou a father,
These teares would moue thee, that bemoane a sons,
Nay all my childrens, worse then funerall,
Their euer thraldome, but nature well deni'd
Issue to thee, least in thy barbarous guilt
Shee had bene a party. When thy affection'd soule
Had felt how much the name of child moues, with what care,
How many iealous feares we view there infancy,
Least hauing felt all this, thy accursed hand
Should yet haue dar'd to make men childlesse.
1. Son.
Can then your marble heart indure these droppes?
2. Son.
The soyle that bred you sir doth not bring forth
Such hydeous monsters, that we should imagine
You can be so far cruell to betray
So many innocent liues, for in vs bleed
An aged father, a mother, to whose griefe
No other misery can be added.
My selfe contracted to a vertuous maid,
Who ere this hath left Marcel,
And in Normandy expects the consumation of our happinesse.
You haue our goods, our ship, all the substance
Should succour our old parents, you haue onely left
These armes to erne them bread, and can your eyes
Relentlesse see these chain'd?
Ferd.
Do not they moue you sir?
Ward.
Yes, as the Iew, art not thou moued Benwash?
Iew.
As a hangman at an execution makes no other holiday
in the yeare.
Ray.
Inhumaine dog! oh I could teare thee villane,
Iew.
I'le giue thirty crownes for this old beast to bee reuenged
on him.
Ray.
Be gentle, take his mony, forgiue me sir,
I see you are kind, would not now part vs
That twenty and odde yeares haue growne together,
Will you not take it? giue him so Iew,
No wrinkle is on my brow, these are but frowns,
Rays'd by his vnkind refusall of my offer.
See what plump veines I haue, no sinews shrunke,
These are not gray-haires, they are onely white
To shew the lightnesse of my spirit: come
Manacle these armes, you shall see vs threee
Tug the daies eye out, there's not a father
And his two boies shall dare to vndertake vs,
The sunne outvied wee'le set vs downe together
And with our sadder cheere out-mourne the night,
And speake the happinesse we might haue liu'd too:
How by mine owne harth in cold wintereues
I might haue told my sonnes some ancient tales,
Which they might one day from their grandsire speak.
Wee'le adde vnto our woes thus by compare
Of what our ioyes might haue been, then we'le curse,
And when we want a plague, wee'le thinke vpon
This bloudy murtherer, we shall haue store then:
Be eloquent in bitter execrations,
Our choler vented, then againe wee'le weepe,
Till teares glew vp our eyes to mocke sad sleepe.
Ward.
Ha, ha, ha.
1. Son.
Dost laugh at aged sorrow? be iust ye powers,
As ye iudge innocents causes, reuenge ours.
Ward.
My mony for 'em Iew, so, away with 'em.
Alb., Ferd.
We will redeeme them, pay their ransome,
Ward.
You redeeme them? your meanes?
Ferd.
All that we haue a board,
Ward.
Such another syllable, I'le make a sale of you to.
Iew.
I am your first man, I'le giue you 400 crownes for 'em
Alb.
A sale of vs?
Ferd.
Know that if all our fortunes will set them free, 'tis
theres.
Ward.
I'le try that, giue me 400 crownes.
Iew.
Heare.
Ward.
They are yours, I'le iustifie the sale,
Of your owne fellowes, countrymen do they not stand
Condition'd as your selfe.
Gal.
Who gaue you pattent to examine him.
Ward.
Forbeare, because you're men of action Ile descend
To giue you notice they are my lawfull prize,
Such as deni'd my party, would willingly
Betray me, yea all of vs, into the hands
Of our vow'd enimies.
Sar.
Are you not men of war then?
Ferd.
We are no Pyrats sir, our country yeeld vs
More honest meanes of liuing.
Sar., Om.
Away with; 'em more honest meanes of liuing
make 'em sure,
Alb.
Giue vs the hearing.
Ward.
Away with 'em. Zounds I'le set them free else.
2. Son.
Let's take our fathers blessing with vs yet.
Ward.
All curses vnder heauen go with you.
Ray.
Is there no eare for misery to beate at?
My sonnes, Fredericke, Albert, they are gone, sent
To perpetuall vasselladge, I lou'd you boys
A little better then to out-liue your slaueries.
I wil not curse thee monster, I know my thoughts
Cannot arriue vnto so blacke reuenge,
As shall attend thee: crack, crack, you ore-loaden strings,
And set a miserable old man free,
So, so, I will appeale for you my sonnes to yon high Court
Here none but beasts of prey Tigers resort.
moritur
Dans.
I hate this villaine, hee's all bloud.
Page.
My heart I thinke would breake
But that in steed of wordes, myne eyes thus speak.
Ward.
How ist my noble spirits dull'd with one Tragedy,
Let vs digest it with a gig, a catch.
Come wine there, shall we to hazard?
Dans.
I willingly would stake my life to thine at that iust
game, there wants but an occasion.
Sar.
What's your sport?
Gal.
Adams game at one whole, euery male to his female
How should wee be furnisht?
Gall.
I'le fit you with an Eue sir, a temptresse,
Ward.
What is she?
Gall.
Your peere, a beauty that would take you
From out your selfe to gaze at her,
The Iewes wiues sister.
Enter Iew, Cros. Agar, Voad.
Ward.
First sight of her yeelds thee a 100 Duckets.
Gal.
I'le be a coniunction copulatiue to ioyne you together
for the mony, it is a fate follow's vs souldiers when wee are
downe: the reason is, wee hold it no shame to liue vpon spoile
of the enemie, and a greater foe to man then a whore is impossible,
S'hart I am preuented, the Iew panders them himselfe,
that's she sir, that Turkes her brother, his name is Crosman.
Iew.
Is it possible?
Gall.
The slaue hath a goat in his lookes.
Cros.
That's he in the Iudas beard, vse but thy art he's thine.
Ag.
If I lik't not his 30 thousand Duckets, better then's
person, I would neuer streine my complexion for him.
Ward.
Shee equals thy commends inded, so true a faire
I nere beheld till now.
Ag.
Nay more to intice me, this well stuft purse
He did inforce vpon me, but 'tis your sinne,
So you haue profit, all religious lawes
Must suffer violence, your wife be exposed
Vnto all vndergoers.
Iew.
Forgiuenesse honest wife, my chast, chast, wife.
Ag.
Nay, vse your pleasure, you had best keepe the gold
To guild your shame with, I troe I would giue it him,
Tell him he must not thinke I am the woman
He takes me for, if he will not beleeue you,
Let him make triall with the ladder of ropes
He vow'd to clime my chamber with, this night,
When, as it seemes, he learnt you were inforst
To be in the Synagogue.
Iew.
Better and better, I cannot but admire thy chastity
A ladder of ropes, would he make that the beginning
If he haue any grace thy honesty ouerthrowes him,
Ag.
If he haue any wit it will I hope.
Iew.
My dull ey'd villaine Rabshake saw none of this, Hee's
all for rem in re, he would haue me a cuckold by law forsooth,
by statute law, I shal put you a book case, for he shal moote I'le
prize him but to the present businesse. Noble Captaine to expresse
how much you are welcome, my wife and sister, laying
all rites aside, and customary obserues, come to inuite you to
a meane banquet sir.
VVard.
Best thankes sir, your welcomes prodigall,
I am already feasted in this bounteous dish sir.
Dans.
But you are not likely to surfet on it, I'le haue a finger
in the platter, with you, were you the great Turks selfe.
Ward.
With me, I tell thee Dansiker
Thou dost not merit with thy lips to touch
Sar. Dans. against Francisco, Gal. & Cros. parts thē, Iew hides himselfe.
So choyce a rarity, what darest thou for her?
Dans.
What thou dar'st not.
Ward.
I'le put that to the tryall,
Draw.
Uoad.
As you come of woemen.
fight
Ag.
By, all the rites you owe our sexe, as you are men inforce
them part.
Cros.
Respect the place, you are in danger of law.
Ward.
You shall oresway me Lady, we shall meet againe sir.
Cros.
So you are men
Exit.
Iew.
Are they gone?
What hard fortune attends me? that none of their throats were
cut, I might haue seaz'd their goods, not so much as the flesh
biter, but is come of.
Gall.
S'hart, this pouerty makes a man valiant, when I had
my duckets I had no more heart then a Iew.
Iew.
And that was the reason your so willingly parted with 'em sir
Gall.
Old Benwash, where hidst thou thy head in this day
of battell man?
Iew.
Heere vnder this table, did you thinke I am so branch
No roofe would giue me couering, I am but a pricket,
A meere sorrell, my head's not hardened yet
Gal.
You speake in Hebrew I vnderstand you not.
Iew.
Yet you can speak the whoore-maisters language passing
wel; what made you sir take my wife for a flesh-seller, a whore?
Gall.
You are abused sir.
Iew.
By thee letcher, you know not this purse, this gold?
You haue your tricks to climbe vp cuckolds hauen,
Your ladder of ropes, you had best keepe that houre,
My wife this night expects you: my absence
Will be inforst, she bid me tell you so,
Insatiat goat thou thinkst our wiues are such,
As are your holy sisters, religious Votaries,
Your spittle nuns, heere take your ill got trash,
May I but know thou once more tempst my wife,
You shall not need a ladder, I'le mount you sir
I will, you oxgall, I will.
Gall.
Ha, this is gold.
Iew.
Do you heare sir, hereafter know a Turks wife from a Christians
You are one of those hold all women bound
Vnder the domination of the Moone;
All wauering, now you haue seene one of the Sunne sir,
Constant you slaue, and as she is, with vs are millions more.
Cros.
Benwash, brother, S'foote I haue sought each nooke
of the house for you.
Gal.
It is beyond my thoughts, imaginations drown'd int.
Iew.
Rare, doth she plead chastity?
Cros.
Like a baud that would put off a virginity, the knight
is as good as ours already, besides I haue procured the Gouernor
in person to regreet him
Assure your selfe this braine shall worke him to.
Iew.
Nay if the flesh take hold of him, hee's past redemption
Hee's halfe a Turke already, it's as good as done
Woman is hell out, in we nere returne.
Exeunt
Gal.
Were not I confident of my good parts, this gold
would buy me out of my fiue sences, a full purse, a ladder of
ropes, and his wife in the taile on't able to ouercome any man
Angels about me? sure shee's in loue with mee, it is no other,
and out of her honesty it seemes shee hath vow'd to doe nothing,
but what she dares acquaint her husband with, if she
haue made him vsher his owne crest I'le sweare she is a woman
of the Sunne, she hath dazeld his eyes well, this night
makes the tryall, I'le take your instructions Iew, climbe the
matter of preferment.
It may be 'twas my destiny gaue me this crowne,
Woemen and ropes should raise me, that put others downe.
Exeunt.
Enter Gouernour Ward. Crosman, Iew.
Ward.
I am ore charg'd sir with so high a fauor
As your descending thus to visite mee.
Gou.
You are the man we couet, whose valor
Hath spake you, so impartiall worthy,
We should do wrong to merit, not gracing you.
Beleeue me sir, you haue iniur'd much your selfe,
Vouchsafing familiarity with those
Men of so common ranke as Dansiker,
Your hopes should flye a pitch aboue them,
Cros.
It may be that our clime stands not to giue
That full content, the aire you drew at home,
And therefore purpose shortly a returne.
Ward.
I know no country I can call home
What by your curtesie I might, my desert stands
Not to make promise of.
Gou.
Detract not from your selfe, call this your owne
I see there speakes a fortune in your brow
Will make vs proud to haue acknowledg'd you.
Iew.
I'le gage a thousand Duckets on equall termes,
I liue to see him the Sultans Admirall.
Cros.
Why not as well as the great Customer,
My allied kinsman Gouernor, neither borne Turkes,
Ward.
I dare not looke so high, yet were I imployed,
What a poore Christian could, I durst make promise of.
Iew.
Christian or Turke you are more wise I know
Gou.
Hee's too well read in Poesie to be tied
In the slaues fetters of religion.
What difference in me as I am a Turke,
And was a Christian? life, liberty,
Wealth, honour, they are common vnto all?
If any ods be, 'tis on Mahomets side,
His seruitors thriue best I am sure.
Ward.
Is this the hooke your golden baite doth couer?
Iew.
I haue oft with laughter thought how innocent
My thoughts when first I turn'd were, how scrupulous
I was, when with one argument I was confirm'd; as thus,
If this religion were so damnable
As others make it, that God which ows the right
Prophan'd by this would soone destroy it quite.
War.
That's easily answered, heauen is merciful,
By their destruction it should take all meanes
From giuing possibility to their change,
And so vniustly damne 'em, but for my part,
It is not Diuinity but nature moues me,
Which doth in beasts force them to keepe their kind.
Cros.
But men that haue two ends, safety and profit,
Where beasts no farther are transported
Then with the present obiect, must make their actions
Turne to those points.
Gou.
Both which are in some sort proposed to you.
Ward.
As how?
Gou.
As thus, for profit, you cannot with your selfe
Imagine, that your vertue can be smothered,
Might there but be assurance of your trust.
War.
How should I giue you that?
Gou.
As we did; turne Turk.
Ward.
That were the way to more vncertainty,
Men sooner open foes then fained friends try
And where mens acts from their owne ends proceed,
More looke vnto those ends then like the deed,
Iew.
This gudgion will not bite.
Gou.
But when there are examples plentifull,
Men what they see oppose gainst what they heare.
VVar.
The cunning fowler to beguile the birds
Brings vp some tame, and lets them flye abroad
To draw in others, that their liberty
May be the bait to others misery.
Such is state-policies, somtime a to aduance an ill,
When others for lesse crimes it oft doth kill.
But to cut off your further argument
What's mine of prowesse, or art, shall rest by you
To be dispos'd of: but to abiure
My name, and the beliefe my ancesters
Left to my being. I do not loue so well
The earth that bore me, to lessen my contempt
And hatred to her, by so much advantage,
So oblique act as this should giue to her.
Cros.
Worke in my sister presently.
Gov.
You are your selfe free, nor will I further
Diswade your resolution, nor lesse esteeme
Your merit, and faire worth.
VVard.
You ingage me to you sir.
Cros.
He enioyes too much by promise to be won,
T'must be a womans act, to whom ther's nought
That is impossible: What Divels dare not moue
Men to accomplish, women worke them to.
And see, in happy time she's come, wee'l single them.
Ward.
Here comes an argumēt that would perswade
A God turne mortall, vntill I saw her face,
I never knew what men terme beauty was:
Besides whose faire, she hath a minde so chaste
A man may sooner melt the Alpes then her.
Gov.
We wil along with you, when makes she hence?
Iew.
The wind sits faire, the slaues are sending downe
Whom the next morne beares hence.
Gov.
We will aboard with you faire sir, wee'l leaue
Our loue exchang'd with you, some happier time
May perfect that good work I wish were mine.
Exeunt.
My truest seruices: nay Lady stay
Though hitherto I haue beene a haplesse Orator,
Your milder measure, or my loue-taught tongue,
May finde more fortunate houres: for by that guide,
Which rules and knowes our thoughts—
Voad.
Reserue your oathes sir to more easie eares,
I vnderstand my selfe too well to credit 'em.
VVard.
Vn-gentle maid to triumph in my torment,
If euer breast did feele the power of loue,
Or beauty made a conquest of poore man
I am thy captiue, by heauen, by my religion.
Vo.
As my beleefe's in that, my faith giues trust
To your protests.
VVar.
Then by thy God, by the great Mahomet.
Uo.
To weake a bond to tye a Christian in.
VVard.
What shal I sweare by? propose an oath to me
The breach where of would at once sinke me lower
Then hell knowes being, Il'e take it willingly.
Uo.
Il'e be conceal'd no longer, know then I loue,
But not the man whose daily Orisons
Invoke confusion on me, whose religion
Speakes me an Infidell.
VVard.
'Sheart I am of none, onely to feed discourse,
And fill vp argument.
Uo.
But you must be of one if you'l enioy me,
If then your thoughts answere to what you speake
Turne Turke I am yours.
Ward.
Turne Turke?
Uo.
Do you demur already? how prodigal your words
Spoke your affection, and with one simple triall
Are you strooke mute.
Ward.
With patience heare me Lady.
Vo.
False knight, I haue giuen too calm an eare already
To thy inchanted notes.
VVard.
Should I for euer sell my liberty?
Uo.
You need not, it is sufficient glory
You haue betraid a maidens liberty.
Doting on thee, I'le henceforth hate thy whole sex:
The name of man to me, shall as the rocke
From which the ship-wrackt wretch hath lately scap't
Bring feare in the name of't: keepe off false Syren.
Heauen well ordain'd man should the woman woe,
Should we their hard-hearts proue, we all ill should know.
VVard.
Stay, I will inforce thee else.
Uoad.
Do these my teares delight thee then? cruell
Hard-hearted man, glut thy relentlesse sight
With full-ey'd sorrow.
VVard.
Shee is all amorous, all faire, that she doth loue,
Behold those teares whose droppes would pierce the hearts
Of Tygers, make them pittifull,
They are witnesses she faines not: leaue, leaue to weepe,
Least putting out those lights the world should mourne.
Put on a vaile of blacke, I am thine owne.
If there be any Divinity, it hath
His seate in beauty: th'art a God to me
My Country, friends, nay, being, what wouldst thou haue.
Uoad.
To be no other then my selfe I craue.
Ward.
I am no more mine owne, rather then loose
So true a happinesse, as thy constant loue,
There is no way so blacke I would not proue,
That lyes from heauen to hell. Crosman in vaine
Thy arguments were spent wouldst thou prevaile?
Heere is an Orator can turne me easily,
Where beauty pleades, there needs no sophistry.
Thou hast ore-come me Voada.
Voad.
And I will raise thee but thou doest name a good,
I cannot call mine till I am possest of't.
Ward.
Call in thy friends, make preparation,
Il'e take the orders instantly,
My speed shall giue prevention to the prate
Of th'idle multitude: away, the flame doth burne
Which sets the world on fire, and makes me turne.
Uoad.
Thou art all harmony, best loue I flye,
How er'e thou sinke, thy wealth shall beare me high.
Exit.
Ward.
So, the day leaues the world, chaste Uoada
Nothing can make him miserable enioyes thee:
What is't I loose by this my change? my Country,
Already 'tis to me impossible,
My name is scandal'd? what is one Island
Compared to the Easterne Monarchy? this large
Vnbounded station shall speake my future fame;
Besides, they are slaues stand subiect vnto shame.
One good I enioy, out-weighes all ils what ever
Can be obiected; to summe my happinesse:
That God on earth, to whom all men stand bare,
(Gold) that doth vsher greatnesse, lackies me,
I haue more then I can spend, what wants
Is in command, and that my valour makes
Due purchase of, Il'e rather lead on slaues
Then be commanded by the power of Kings.
Beauty, Command, and Riches, they are these three
The world pursues, and these do follow me.
Enter Francisco.
Speake, what newes Francisco?
Fran.
The tōgues of rauens are too mild to speake it,
The very thought where of methinkes should turne
Your haire to quils of Porcupines, it's the denyall
Of your Redeemer. Religion, Country,
Of him that gaue you being.
Ward.
The slauery of man, how this religion rides vs!
Depriues vs of our freedome from our Cradles,
Ties vs in supersticious bondage.
Fra.
Heaven stop mine eares from hearing thy dishonour.
Vpon my knees I do coniure you sir,
Sell not your soule for such a vanity,
As that which you tearme Beauty, eye-pleasing Idol,
Should you with the renouncing of your God
Taking the abhorred name of Turke vpon you,
Purchase a little shamefull being heere, your case
By his heads losse, should craue (stead of one stroke)
To dye a lingring torment on the racke.
Euen such would be your life, whose guilt each houre
Would strike your conscious soule with terrors.
Ward.
No more, this boyes words trouble me.
Fran.
If none of these moue, let the example
Of that contempt is throwne on runnagates
Euen by these Turkes themselues, at least moue you
To flye this slavery.
Enter Crosman.
Cros.
Most worthy sir, now I dare call you brother,
Fran.
Too faire a name to cloake so great a foe,
This instant makes a tryall of your vertue,
Thinke on Ulysses constancy.
Cros.
Why are you mute sir?
Ward.
I am not well.
Fran.
Alas! how can he, being so neere to hell?
Cros.
Are you so weake to haue a boyes words sway you?
Fran.
You haue not mine, thinke 'tis heavens hand doth stay you
Cros.
Haue you no other but my sister sir,
To make a stale off, did you not vow?
VVard.
What er'e, I do recant it, I am now
My selfe, her lookes inchanted me.
Fran.
Against a mans owne soule, no oath can tye.
Cros.
This thy disgrace reveng'd shall speake in bloud.
Enter Voada.
Voad.
Where is my betrothed husband? Al's ready.
Cros.
To publish infamy to thee and vs?
The wether-cocke is turn'd, this boyes breath did it.
Uoad.
Againe turn'd?
Fran.
You cast your eyes too much vpon the flame
Proues your destruction.
Voad.
Vn-gentle boy, doest thou requite me thus?
How canst thou blushlesse view me, haue my teares
Procur'd me nought but scorne?
VVard.
Forgiuenesse Uoada: turne backe thy comet-eyes,
Plagues, Divels, poverty, may all ils fall
Force hence, I say, this boy.
Fran.
As I from hence, so thou art thrust from ioy, eternall
ioyes.
Exit.
Cros.
The Muffties heere: you know the custome sir,
Some triviall ceremonies, they'l be soone ore,
They once perform'd you'r ner'e vnhappy more.
Besides, the Captaine-ship of our strong Castle
Shall be my sisters portion, heer's the key.
Ward.
Do not delay them then.
Enter the Slaues bound, going to the Port.
Cros.
They are come sir.
Ward.
What meane these slaues, their sights like Basiliskes
Foretels my ruine: 's heart make this way.
Ferd.
Nay, do not shun our sight, heare vs but now,
Wee'l forgiue all our wrongs, with patience row
At the vnweldy oare: we will forget
That we were sold by you, and thinke we set
Our bodies gainst your soule, the deerest purchase
Of your Redeemer, that we regain'd you so,
Leaue but this path damnation guides you to.
2. Son.
Our bloud, our Fathers bloud, all is forgiuen,
The bond of all thy sinnes is cancelled,
Keep but thy sealfe from this.
Alb.
Let vs redeeme our countries shame by thee,
We willing will endure our slavery.
Ward.
The words do rip my heart vp: ha?
Vo.
Why stand you in this dilemma: are you depriu'd
Of sence and being?
Ward.
Thou telst me true: with what brain can I think
Heauen would be glad of such a friend as I am.
A Pirate, murderer? let those can hope a pardon care
To atone with heaven, I cannot, I dispaire.
Fran.
Will you yet heare me? yet heauen hath mercy.
Ward.
And hell damnation: on, zounds on I say,
The way that leads to loue is no blacke way.
Exe. Showt.
Fer.
Which lust and woman cannot lead vs to.
Chorus.
Might speake the fictions, not the acts of Men.
The deeds we haue presented hitherto, are white
Compar'd unto those blacke ones we must write:
For now no more at men, but Gyant-like
The face of heauen it selfe, he dares to strike:
And with a blushlesse front he dares to doe,
What we are dumbe to thinke, much more to shew:
Yet what may fall beyond vncertaine guesse
Your better favours binde: vs to expresse.
Chorus.
Two Knights present the wretch, who finds no let
To his perdition: to whom nor shame, nor feare
Giue any curse. Dismounted from that steed
Did best befit the rider: they then read
Inroles his name into their Pagan Tribes.
Now weares the habit of a free-borne Turke,
His sword excepted, which least they should worke
Iust villany to their seducers, is deny'd
Unto all Runnagates, vnlesse imployd
In warres 'gainst Christians. Last, oh be he last
Forsweares his name! with what we blush to tell,
But 'tis no wonder, blackes the way to hell,
Who though he seeme yet happy, his successe
Shewes he exchang'd with it, and wretchednesse.
Giue patience to our Scœne, which hereto tends,
To shew the world, blacke deeds will haue blacke ends.
Exit.
Enter Dansiker, Sares, three Sailers.
Dans.
Ward turn'd Turke? it is not possible.
Sar.
I saw him Turke to the Circumcision.
Mary therein I heard he play'd the Iew with 'em,
Made 'em come to the cutting off an Apes taile.
Dans.
I see the hand of heaven prevented mine,
Death was too faire a guerdon for him. But to the present,
Deseruing sir, I now am to coniure you
By all the offices of friendship past,
By what my future loue, and meanes may stead you,
To vow performance of one small request.
Sar.
What ere it be Il'e be as iust to you
As heaven to truth: by all that VVard denyed,
I vow me yours.
Dans.
I accept your faith: know then that I am bound
Vnto a desperate attempt, how it may succeed,
Heauen and Fate onely know. The circumstance
I do inioyne you further not to enquire.
What on your trust's imposed is the redeeming
Those two betraid young men, whom Ward did sell,
When to his barbarous cruelty they opposed,
And lost themselues, & state: their ransom's heere,
giues him a paper.
As you proue iust, from all mishaps rest cleere,
And if I faile to accomplish your desires,
All my sins haunt mee, when my breath expires.
Exit Sar.
Dans.
I am most confident, best sir adew,
If Dansiker do liue, he liues to you.
Enter Leifetenant.
Hast laid the traine to my directions?
Lief.
It is done to the vndoing of 'em all,
Time cals aboard which spends not halfe an houre
Before our traine do take it rests to be determin'd
What ships we fire, which beare along with vs.
Dans.
Danvils makes with vs, all the rest giue fire to,
Sares ship except, to him we are ingaged,
Nor will we proue vngratefull, are all things ready,
Lief.
To your owne wishes.
Dans.
Aboard then instantly, Tunis fare-well,
Dansiker bids all pyrats now adue.
Hee'l shew you, what you might do, were you true
Exeunt.
Enter Agar aboue in the window
Ag.
How dull a pace keepes time to louers eyes,
And yet to me how swift the nights blacke horse,
Makes way to raise the morne, whose least of light
Takes all my hopes from me and damps me quite,
clock strik
Eleuen and yet not come, he was not capable
Of my quaint stratageme, or being possest
Of what he wanted, gold, contemns my loue,
It is no other Agar, hee loathes thee,
Mans curse is, things forbid, still to pursue
What's freely offered not to hold worth their veiw,
Ent. Gal.
Ha? vnlesse my credulous eares deceiue me,
Theare one make towards my windowe,
Gall.
The coast is cleere. Baude night I do saluto thee
Thou that dost winke at all faults, that hugst so many sinnes in
thy blacke bosome, the Sunne growe's pale to veiw them, to
thee damnations nurse I make my prayer, coniure thee by all
my lustful imbraces thou hast bene witnesse to, by all the cuckolds
thou hast made twixt morne and twilight to adde one
to the number, but one thou blacke ei'd negro, neuer did
woman make such shift to dub her husband, though many
that hath so many freed from the hell of Vsurers, and
from the iaws of their feare, bandogs, hath paid so manies
debts releeue my wants, I'le neuer blame thee, fortune henceforth
if I lacke, put thy selfe but this once on my my backe,
no false light in the window, no baudy land-marke no handkerchiefe
to waft me, I'le venture it, Agar, my louely Agar.
Ag.
It's hee who in this dead of night cals on my
name.
Gal.
Thy friend, thy vnderstanding friend, with the ladder
of ropes, heere make them sure aboue, leaue mee to the
lower parts.
Ag.
I hope you meane no wrong sir to me.
Gall.
I'le do thee as much right as can be done to one of
thy sex, hast made it fast?
Ag.
You may aduenture sir.
Gal.
He that will not aduenture for such a peece of flesh,
were worthy to feed vpon dumplins all daies on's life, nay I
will venture, thou warden of the horned liuery, omnipotent
Uulcan, now set my shafts but right,
I'le make one freeman more ere it be light.
Enter two Sailers.
1. Sail.
There's no remedy, that which makes waighting-
women puncks, and Captaines panders, that causeth decaied
Gentlemen become solicitors, and bankeroupt Citizens Serieants,
that makes vs theeues, necessity, that which hath no
lawe on's side.
2. Sail.
We shall haue as little conscience anon in robbery.
1. Sail.
I, should we rob hospitals, our betters haue made
that a monopoly, but to steale from a rich Iew it is no more sin
then to vnload a weary Asse.
2. Sail.
By hooke or crooke you will haue it.
1. Sail.
We were bred in a country that had the charity to
whip begging out of vs, when we were yong, and for staruing,
manhood denies it, you know what must necessarily follow.
2. Sail.
Nay make your conclusion.
1. Sail.
Presse her in a dumbe shew, heere abouts should be
what's heere a ladder of ropes, S'foot we are preuented,
S. Nicolas Clearkes are stept vp before vs.
2. Sail.
Were they ten iustices Clearkes wee would share
with 'em.
1. Sail.
There Maisters would preuent vs for that, yet
since our case is desperate, we will put in with 'em.
2. Sail.
Softly for waking the maids.
1. Sail.
S'hart, thou art the sonne of a lapland-witch sure,
this is the maids chamber, one of them is in a dreame, she fetcheth
her wind short I am sure.
2. Sail.
How long thou art poking at it, what is't man?
1. Sail.
Some light commodity or other.
2. Sail.
A womans lower part, it is altogether in fashion for
them to be light about the bumb indeed.
1. Sail.
I haue the male part too't, the dublet, your women
will haue it euer in request to haue the mans part vppermost.
2. Sail.
S'hart, a French slop, these are none of the Iewes
trouses, and they should be no gallants, for hee hath mony in
his purse.
1. Sail.
I marry sir, this fellow had good ware about him
indeed, vpon my life we are little better then bauds, get mony
by others Venery, this Iew is a
Enter Iews man.
Rab.
Fire, fire, fire.
2. Sail.
Water, water, water
Exeunt.
Rab.
Fire, fire, fire, the slaues lie on straw-beds, and yet this
cry will take no hold on 'em, fire, fire, fire.
Gall.
Flames and brimstone, I am in hell, Zounds my breethes,
the ladder, this Iew hath found vs out and fir'd the house.
Ag.
Deere sir conteine your selfe.
Gall.
A plague on venery, a hot end comes on't still, is the
window high enough that I may breake my necke, dye any
death rather then be roasted?
Ag.
Here's a vault leads to the common shower, it being
low-water the sheetes shall let you downe to your escape.
Gall.
Those sheets haue brought me low enough already.
Within.
Fire, fire, fire.
Flames stop thy throate.
Ag.
Deere sir aduenture it and saue your life.
Gall.
Were it to hell I must,
A plague on whoores say, whose vast desires
Beginnes in watry teares and end in fires.
Exeunt.
Enter Rabshake at one dore, and Iew at another.
Rab.
Fire, fire.
Iew.
An Ocean ouerwhelme thee, where is the fire slaue?
Rab.
At the Iewes house, Benwash his house, your house sir:
Exit Rabshake.
Iew.
My bags, my obligations, my wife Agar I say, I shall
runne mad, I will scale the windowes, burne for company, my
money and my selfe will go together, what's heere a ladder
of ropes, Gallops breeches, burne on, burne on, findge all the
world, consume it with thy flames, thou best of elements,
burne on I say.
Enter Ward, Sailer.
Ward.
As you are men on this side help to saue our goods.
Iew.
As you are ministers of Lucifer let it burne on, it's
myne owne house, come but on my ground I'le haue my action
for't.
Ward.
He is distracted, helpe as you are men.
Iew.
Dogs, villains, theeues, downe with him that laies a
hand a to't, be iust you powers of heauen, and throw thy wild
fire downe vpon the heads of these adulterers, roome, roome,
roome, I haue it, I haue it, roome, roome, roome.
Ward.
The Iew is mad indeed, his losse distracts him, speak
gentle friend, doth the fire slacke.
Rub.
The house is saued, but all the ships in the harbour
Vnquenchable do burne.
Ward.
The ships in the harbour.
Rub.
Yours onely excepted.
Frans.
My thoughts now haue their ends,
Uoad.
Do not thou grieue boy, know I loue thee
Thy maintenance shall expresse it, I haue friends
And iewels left for thee, but I hate thee more
Then all thy wealth made me loue thee before.
Exit.
Ward.
False woman, thou shalt not shake me off thus
All there blushlesse impieties confin'd in thee
I'le moue thy flinty heart to sence and shame,
I will thou sorceres: now I do see to late
There is a hand ore-rules our will and fate.
Exit.
Fran.
This shews the greatest plague heauen keeps in store
Fals, when a man is linkt vnto a whore.
Exit.
Enter Benwash, Rab. Agar.
Iew.
I haue it, I haue it, heere, heer, nay come on, you haue
come off I am sure, here's euidence looks pale to thinke but
on't, you do not know the tennant to this cottage, hee was an
vpright dealer, hee paid mee to a haire, come forward and bee
hang'd, I shall aduance you in a ropes name, you haue made
no cuckold of me. I made my selfe one, pandred any owne
hornes, now sirrah, you that go to't by art, put your cases one
in the necke of another, you rem in re what thinke you of
this case.
Rab.
I thinke the serpent crept into a narrow hole, and left
his case behind him.
Iew.
Then I am a Cornuto.
Rab.
This make's the naked truth appeare so.
Iew.
The best is, the crest is mine owne, I paid well for't.
Ag.
Deere husband pardon me, I will confesse,
Iew.
What wilt thou confesse? that thou hast made a meere
Asse of me, to pay thy iourney-man wages before hand.
Rab.
It should seeme he labour'd hard to earne it, he could
keepe no cloathes about him.
Iew.
This slaue doth not thinke I'le cut his throate for this,
you haue watcht neerely sirrah, you haue.
Rab.
Vnlesse I should haue bene their baud, I could watch
no neerer, me thinkes she hath done you a great pleasure, rid
you of your disease, iealousy, now you need feare no more,
you are in possession on't, your doubts are at an end.
Iew.
Good, very good, my doubts are at end, but I shall
hang you in suspence for this: you Manticora that plumpe
vpon raw flesh, here set your hand to this letter, that I may
draw your Captaine on againe vpon the breach, I'le blow you
the businesse when time was.
Ag.
Pardon me sir, I know my life is forfeit
To your iust anger, nor will I be the meanes
To shed more bloud, myne shall suffice alone,
Since onely one is wrong'd punish but one.
Iew.
She loues him still, I am a cuckold
He has out-gon me, do you heare; subscribe
Moue me no further.
Ag.
The worst can be but death, I will not.
Iew.
I tel thee I'le forgiue thee, giue my reuendge
Scope but at him, thou art free.
Ag.
Sweare it by Abrahams dust, the ashes of our fore-fathers.
Rab.
Dust and ashes it's but a fraile oath.
Iew.
By that, and all that ties a vertuous mind,
I vow and sweare by written writ.
Rab.
You'le sweare as much to forgiue me I hope to sir.
Iew.
Why, thou shalt be the messenger, nay the actor
In my iust vengeance.
Rab.
The hang-man you meane sir, I am expert at it.
Exe.
Enter Ward and Francisco.
Ward.
Francisco, what newes man?
Fran.
The worst your eares can heare, our ships
Ward.
They are vntoucht, of all they are onely safe.
Fran.
You dazell your owne eyes, that villaine Dansiker
Hath grapled them and fled.
Ward.
Whirle-winds pursue him, heauen, seas, earth, all at once
Ioyne to his confusion, now I do see too late
There is a hand ore-rules our will and fate.
Enter Voad. and Alizia.
Uoad.
I shall then take your promise, your brother being
redeem'd, this night I shall enioy thee.
Aliz.
This Diamond binds me to't, by this I sweare.
Uoad.
'Tis thine I will bestow it on thee, to tie thy faith
Thou hast his ransome.
Aliz.
'Tis heere.
Voad.
About it then, now fortune equall proue
Exit Alizia.
VVard.
Yet see, midst all my miseries I haue a friend,
My constant loyall Voada, could what we enioy
Make a man happy, I am not miserable.
Thou com'st to comfort me, I know thou doest.
Vo.
This fellow raues sure: do you know to whō you speake?
VVard.
Put not a further triall on mee, thou best of women:
Know if this arme were bar'd all other meanes
From hearts of Christians, it should digge thee food.
Uoad.
We know you are a bloudy murderer, and are repaid
By our iust Prophet, that hates false Runnagates.
VVard.
How couldst thou mallice man so much, heaven,
As to create a woman?
Thou hast forgot me sure: oh looke on him
That hath deny'd his faith, sold all his hopes
To purchase thee his bride.
Uoad.
To match with beggery: know I contemne thee
As a most abiect slaue, and hate thee more
Then all thy wealth could make me loue before.
Exit.
Fran:
What meane you sir? could you expect a good,
A happinesse from hell? she is a whoore.
VVard.
Thou liest: this arme shall make it good,
My soule for her I lost, and now my blood.
Enter Rabshake.
Fra.
Your passiō doth transport you, here comes her pander,
One that knowes all her secrets: examine him,
If she stand cleare, let my life answere it.
VVard.
Il'e put you to the Test.
Rab.
I haue had a hot night of this, nothing but fire in my
mouth two houres together: mary the old Iew my maister I
heare hath stumbled on a cooler. I thought this Captaine
would bee comming so long on vpon the breach hee would
breake his necke at the last. This venery is a tempting dish,
some ner'e lin licking at it till they burne their lips. Well, I
must go comfort vp old Benwash, hee's heauy vpon his wiues
lightnesse.
VVard.
You Iew, a word with you?
Rab.
You Turke, I haue nothing to say to you: Ha, ha, ha,
of him? hee hath had a sore night at Whose that knockes at
the backe-doore? Cry you mercy, I thought you were an Italian
Captaine.
VVard.
Zounds, leaue your circumlocutions, Il'e send your
head to your heeles else.
Fran.
You parcell haud, all vsher, answere directly who 'tis
beares away the prize in your Mistresses race, or Il'e spoyle
your footing, cut you off by the hammes.
Rab.
Alas sir!
Ward.
Speake, who are her suters?
Rab.
Uoada's suters? oh sir, a Barbar sir.
Fran.
Il'e make you haue need of a Surgian er'e I haue done
with you. How do you know hee is a Barber?
Rab.
He smels strong of Rose-water, and he hath never mony
in his purse but on Saturday-nights.
Ward.
What other suiter, slaue?
Rab.
An other sweet youth too, I take it a Comfet-maker;
and it seemes hath rotten teeth, for he dares not come in sight
so long as the Barber's in the way.
Fran.
This dogge deludes vs, Il'e teare thy throat out villaine,
vnlesse thou instantly name him she loues.
Rab.
Her Page sir, the little Christian, the good fac'd Captaine
gaue her, Fidelio.
Ward.
My slaue, the French Ship-boy?
Fr.
I saw him leaue her now. How do'st thou kow she loues him?
Rab.
Shee makes him sing bawdy songs to her, lookes fortunes
in his fist, & babies in his eyes, makes dialogues betwixt
him, her little dogge, & her selfe: lies vpon her backe, puts his
hand in her hand, & wrings it till the teares come againe.
VVard.
Insatiate monster, could her swolne blood
Reach such a height none but my Page must sute her.
Fran.
Containe your selfe a while, this slaue can speake
One of her dialogues.
Rab.
It is my practise sir: you shall stand for the Lady, you
for her dogge, and I the Page: you and that dogge looking
one vpon another, the Page presents himselfe.
Good.
Rab.
The best is behinde sir.
Runnes away.
Fran.
Iew, slaue, dogge.
Ward.
The horned Divell follow him. A Skippers boy?
The shame of woman? rather then be baffeld thus
I will betray this towne, blow vp the Castle:
Francisco, do but second me.
Fran.
First repossesse your selfe of your strong hold,
I feare some trechery: the Governor
With all the Ianisaries of the towne
I met in their way thither.
War.
Blast them ye powers first. The Governor
Make towards the Castle? I am betraid, away,
I see that heaven forgets not though I delay.
Thrust out by Ianisaries?
Ianisa.
Packe hence false Runnagate,
Slaue, Beggar.
War.
Disgratious vassals, what mountain covers me?
Winke, winke, thou Day-star, hide my guilty shame,
Make me as if I ner'e had beene, whose name
Succeeding times wil curse: should I confesse my sin,
Ther's not an eare that can with pitty heare
A man so wicked miserable: should I beare vp,
Out-looke my crimes, I want meanes to support me.
To dye I dare not, the iawes of hell do yawne
To swallow me: liue I cannot: Famine threats,
And that the worst of poverty, contempt and scorne.
Never on man Fate cast so blacke a frowne,
Vp I am denied to flye, vnpittied downe.
Rest restlesse soule on this accursed soyle,
And teach the world into how sad a toyle
Ambition and swift ryot run, when meane content
Sits low, yet happy: and when their day is spent
All that they get is labour and vnrest,
Enter Francis.
A hatefull graue, and worst, a troubled breast.
Fra.
Where shal I find this most vnfortunat wretch?
There is a part in him cald man, which we should pitty
Though he hath left himselfe. See where he lyes,
Best suiting with his fortunes, could we our fate foreknow
Men were as Gods, nor need we haue laine so low.
How fare you brother? why with so sad an eye
Do you behold me, that in your miseries
Beare equall part?
War.
Can there remaine a soule that will vouchsafe
Compassion on me? thou doest but flatter,
Or hast forgot, I haue lost all, and pouerty
When no ill else will doo't, makes all friends flye.
Fran.
Were you intitled to no other guilt,
How willing for you should my bloud be spilt?
Heere sir, accept this poore reliefe
Bootlesse alas distresse recounts those errors
To thinke what might haue been cures, not the terrors
Of present suffering.
War.
True, true, Francisco, could I redeeme the time,
The world should speake my penitence.
Could I call backe but one seven yeares,
Though all my life were seruile after,
Were my soule but free
From innocent bloud, and fearefull blasphemy,
On the condition I might liue an age
Tortur'd vpon a wheele.
I tell thee friend,
Were I this Cities Vice-roy, I would giue
My crowne, dispoyle my selfe of all, onely to liue
One month with that content this soule did know
When a poore Fisherman possest it.
Fran.
You are too low dejected.
Men that with sufferance their wrongs do beare
Are held but weake, and States more oft for feare
Then loue vnto the right, redresse mens ils.
Who stoutly downe his enemies, malice kils,
Who basely wounds himselfe.
Ward.
No lesse then truth, I haue beene too low indeed
That flies resisting thornes, false Uoada,
Thy Lambe is turn'd a Lyon, I feele reuendge
Giue a new life to me, I'le onely stay
Till I haue spoke thy brother, I thinke he'le blush
To heare thy shame, tell thee thou hast not plaid
A womans part with me, suppose the worse
That he turne villane to, he had better curse
His grandsirs ashes, if once more I fall in
I'le be vnparaleld at least for sinne.
Fran.
Stay see the strumpets loue, Fidelio,
Aliz.
Captaine, you are the man I seeke, I haue a suit to you.
Ward.
Concerning Uoada, is't not?
Aliz.
Concerning her that hates you for my sake
Neglects your merit, this night giues full reuendge
To all her iniuries.
Ward.
Repeat that happy word againe, I am wholly thine.
Aliz.
Know her vassaliat lust hath long pursued,
And with such violence attempted me,
That with my oaths, this night to sate her heate
I hardly haue delaid her.
Ward.
What's this to my reuendge?
Aliz.
It follow's, giue me but way
Through your Castle there's a Hollander
This euening makes from hence
That giues them passage.
I haue tied him to't.
Ward.
Thou art for euer free, the houre name,
Aliz.
I'le speak your worth yet, in spight of fame
About three, watch the word Fidelio.
Ward.
Avoid suspicion and till then be gone.
Aliz.
Nay then my ioyes do flow,
Fran.
Whether tends this? what passage, come you for him?
Ward.
To heauen I once more must exact
Thy trust and diligence.
Fran.
Speake it.
VVard.
Make instantly to Voada, tell her
Her loue Fidelio, giue her the houre and place
Wish her to pistoll him.
Fran.
Wouldst haue her kill her to.
Ward.
I, and runne made for't, meane while I'le walke the
streetes I shall meete some will know me to whom I will relate
my wrongs, wilt do't Francisco?
Fran.
My soule to gage.
VVard.
This comfort then in spight of hell I'le haue,
VVard went not vnreuendg'd vnto his graue.
Exeunt.
Enter Chorus.
Chorus.
How blacke a path vnbounded riot treads,
Your gentler eyes haue veiw'd. Our Scœne now leads
To giue him rest, that from his ills had learn't
To know his misery, and at least had earn'd
This lesson from the extreams, that others past
No course that violent is, secure can last.
This clue doth wind him backe, and Dansiker,
The wealth of Tunis, now is become there feare,
Striues to redeeme his infamy and with successe,
Makes through their bowels to his happinesse.
No sooner hee arriues in France, but his sad eares
Insteed of welcomes entertaine new feares,
The aged Oke that Atlas-like susteyned,
The weight of France, that with his bloud regain'd
Her wasted body, like the Pellican
By one that from his life tooke breath is slaine,
This fatall blow, astonisheth the hopes
Of Dansiker, and his, to make returne,
Impossible those fires yet fresh doe burne,
Would threaten them with vtmost tortures heere
To make aboad, they finde themselues beset
With many they by their spoyle made foes, yet
Twixt two extremes they chose the better part
Take land and to the Gouernor present
And pœnitence, their promised pardon, what befell
This shew presents, which words deny to tell.
Enter Gouernour in state, takes his seate, Dansiker and his followers with ropes about their neckes, their weapons with the points towards them, deliuer their petition, the Gouernour reades and salutes them, put vp their swords, suddenly rush in diuers like Merchants with followers, seeme to threaten the Gouernour, who defends Dansiker, labours betwixt them, seeme pacified, and Dansiker sweares by his sword, offer to go out to meete his wife and child, they perswade, he deliuers them to the Gouernours trust. Omnes Exeunt.
Chorus.
Twixt hope and dread, as suited former merit,
The Gouernour receiues them giues new spirit
Unto their drooping hopes, when with the name
Of Dansikers arriuall, swift wing'd fame
Brings in the oppressed Merchants, whose spoyle
Had fed his hungry sword, and with their toyle
Made rich his rapines, these craue law, his life
The opposing Gouernour almost ends the strife,
With his owne bloud, informes them, the Kings death
Stood onely bar to his safety, that his breath
Would recompence all former iniuries,
To approue it giues them notice of the prise
Brought from Tunis, and more to assawadge their ire
Dansiker dare, what act they can desire
Man to accomplish, to redeeme his peace
And their great losses, all their furies cease.
And with one voyce demand Benwash the Iew
As his iust ransome, they need no more renew,
This their request, by oath themselues they tye.
To bring him prisoner, or in the action dye.
No motiues from his wife or child diswade,
This his resolue, suppose he now hath made
His backe returne and in some apt disguise
His end and strange preuention, briefly shew
Designes are mens, their sway the gods do owe.
Exeunt.
Enter Ferd.
Ferd.
This is the place a cold bloud thwarts my heart,
My fleeting soule in her disturbed passion
Proclaims some ill neere, let me suppose the worst
Aliziaes dead, false tongue how durst thou name
So great a mischiefe? alas this bracelet speaks it,
This which I tied vnto her iuory wrist
The witnesse of those vowes confirm'd vs one,
The news of my captiuity tooke all her hopes
And life away, and dying she bequeath'd
This loyall gift againe, with my sad ransome.
'T may be this youth may be Alizia
Her selfe a prisoner, yet shee's to vertuous
To out-liue her honour and her chastity,
Which her captiuity must needs indanger:
I heare his foote-steps.
Enter Ward & Voad.
Uoad.
We are not far off from the place, softly, softly.
The night is darke and friendly to myne ends.
Ferd.
Fidelio, Fidelio,
Uoad.
'Tis he would rob me of Fidelio,
Ferd.
Fidelio I say yong Raymond heere
Uoad.
Shoote.
Ferd.
So I am slaine.
Uoad.
Thus dost thou beare Fidelio back againe,
Ward.
Ha, ha, ha.
Ferd.
Oh false, false Alizia thy watch-words as thy selfe
Deceiuing, didst thinke my slauery
Was not an ill sufficient, but my bloud
Must pay thy falshood tribute, or couldst not wish
So great a plague to me, that I should heare
Thou wert turn'd prostitute, vngentle cruell woman,
Ward.
T'is not the boy sure, his voyce, his passion
Speakes him another, more proiects yet, I heare some foot stir.
How fearefull is the night, heauen's angry sure,
And hauing drawne the day vp, chid her thus
For giuing light to mens impieties.
'Tis much about the houre of my appoint,
What sad groane wounds my eares, Fidelio,
Raymond, friend Fidelio.
Ferd.
Or rather Infidelio, what ere thou art
Thou needst not doubt thy taske, thou hast made me sure,
Or if thou doubts it, here dischardge one bullet more.
Aliz.
'Tis not his voyce, thou liest false thoughts, Raymond,
Fidelio.
Ferd.
My name is Raymond, that Fidelio vniustly murdered.
Aliz.
No maruaile though thou thundrest heauen,
And darts thy flashes downe, oh! why is not
This world a vniuersall fire? what one good
Keepes backe thy flames?
Ferd.
Oh speake! what art thou? whose sad speech
Makes death stay yet to heare thee.
Aliz.
My friend, my Raymond by my meanes murdered
I haue liu'd too long, too long.
Ferd.
Oh speake! what art thou whose sad accents force
Pale death to stay and heare thee.
Aliz.
Alas I am nothing, nothing.
Ferd.
As thou hast hope in heauen tell me thy name,
Aliz.
I will, my name's Alizia, thy constant loyall, loyall
friend, that in her passage vnto thee will not be long
Ferd.
Oh saue thy life.
Aliz.
Wish me not so much ill, I loue thee better.
Miracle of thy sexe, oh let me imbrace thee yet.
Ferd.
Heere, heere, flye hence vaine breath,
Aliz.
No other good is knowne to me but death, moritur
VVard.
Francisco thou'rt a villaine, forgiuenesse Voada,
The words of these two innocents with purple eyes
Dart terrour through me, Fidelio turn'd a woman.
Within
Follow, follow, follow.
Uoad.
I will rather giue an eare to the blacke shrikes
Of mandrakes, thou knewst I lou'd him
Methinkes reflecting heauen should spred it selfe
In a deepe crimsome vaile, blush to haue created
A wretch so monstrous, but my reuendge sleepes, know boy
I will repay thy death, slaue I will famish thee,
And when thy fainting eye-lids gin to cracke,
My satisfied lust, by him most hates thee,
Shall be thy obiect.
Ward.
You wrong me to suppose I should be guilty
Of such an impious deed.
Uoad.
Doth not thy bloud stain'd poniard speake it
With which thy accursed arme did force his breast
His too too gentle breast.
Ward.
Thy selfe be witnesse.
Stabs at him, he beats it backe, and wounds her.
Uoad.
That I am reuendge on thee, murder, murder, the slaue
will murder me.
Ward.
What meane you wife?
Enter watch.
Uoad.
As you are men make rescue of me.
Ward.
I am betray'd, out-gon by a shee diuel.
Uoad.
He hath not onely slaine his innocent page,
But thus assail'd my life, lay hands on him
Deere countrimen reuenge my wrongs, my bloud
On this false runnagate, I faint, I faint.
Conuey me to a Chirurgion, make him safe.
Ex.
1. Offi.
In the Gouernours name I do command you giue
your weapons vp.
Ward.
S'hart Gentlemen, you know Francisco kil'd him,
I'le make it good.
2. Offi.
Wee haue nothing to charge you with about your page
It is the wounding your wife with an vnlawfull weapon.
1. Offi.
You haue most vnmanly thrust in a woman.
Ward.
Honest friends, Turkes, and Officers, if euer I laid
hands on her, may I neuer see light more.
1. Offi.
We'le take a reasonable order for that, you nere laid
hands on her, out impudence away to the dungeon with him.
Ward.
S'hart carry me to the Gouernour that I may haue
iustice first.
2. Offi.
The fellow raues, he thinks men in office haue nothing
to doe but to giue him iustice, you must first be punisht
1. Offic.
Away with him, he shall know what 'tis to marry
into a great Tribe, an honourable Tribe: you vse a great woman
as if she were your wife, ye'ar a base fellow indeed. You
a Courtier?
Ward.
Nay, then I see my end drawes, I shall raue,
Run mad: haue you er'a Bedlam, that I may not famish
But shew trickes to get meate with, or raile against the State:
And when I haue eas'd my gall a month or two
Come out againe. Zounds let me beat hempe;
Doe any thing rather then famish: That death
She hath vow'd me, and Il'e prevent it: allow me
But every weeke a Christian, I am content
To feed vpon raw flesh, if't be but once a month
A Brittaine, Il'e be content with him.
2. Offic.
Nay then you are mad indeed, away with him.
Ward.
As you are true Turkes, I will put you in sureties,
I know the Divell will prouide me bale,
Rather then loose my imployment: as you are pittifull Turks.
1. Offic.
Nay then we shall be troubled with you.
VVard.
Plagues, pestilences, all fall vpon my head
Rather then by a whoore be famished.
I do coniure you.
Exeunt.
| A Christian turn'd Turke : Or, The Tragicall Liues and Deaths of the two Famous Pyrates, Ward and Dansiker | |