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ACT. II.

SCENE The Palace.
Enter Emperour and Chancellour discoursing.
Emp.
These doubts of theirs concerning such wild things,
That Soveraign Pow'r may do, amaze me;
Because 'tis possible we may do harm,
Will they conclude we certainly do it?

Chanc.
Your Majesty
Has had no cause to doubt their steddy Loves
To your Imperial Interest and Person.

Emp.
'Tis true, my Lord, nor can my memory
Prompt me with want of care of them or theirs:
None of my Predecessors ever were
More careful of Propriety than I;
Therefore I cannot chuse but take unkindly
Motions, like these, just on the Neck of War.

Enter Theophilus.
Theop.
Our Scouts are beaten in; the Turks Van-guard
Are easily discern'd from off the Steeples,
Which does all the Streets produce the Crys
Of Women, Children, and the heartless Crowd
That nothing but Confusion fills the Town.

Emp.
It can't be help't; my Lord, we must endure it.
These Noises fill the Streets of every place,
When they are first besieg'd; a day or two
Will quiet all their minds.

Theop.
I hope it will; but, my Lord Chancellour,
The short five moneths, since morning, makes me doubt
I have unknown unto my self been sleeping;
Or else that your Intelligence deceives you:
Or if not that, then you deceive us all.

Chanc.
Methinks, my Lord, the liberty you take,
Doth scarce become this Presence.

Theop.
Why, my Lord,
I'm sure his Majesty will pardon me,
Since 'tis my plain and honest heart that speaks;
And I must own, it was your bold affirming,
That we had full five moneths for preparation,
Which got my Vote for War. But now I fear
The Rumour's true, that you have got a Turk
To manage your Intelligence.

Chanc.
How's this?
Your Majesty, I hope, will do me Justice
Against this Calumny?

Emp.
Lord Chamberlain,
What grounds have you for this?

Theop.
Truly no more
Than half the Lords o'th' Councels just suspition;
Nay, the better half; but they perchance may err,
It is not the first time, witness the approaching Siege.

Chanc.
My Lord, you would have done more like a Friend
T'have told me of such Rumours privately.

Theop.
Good my Lord, is not this Presence private?
Who's here but's Majesty, and you, and I;
As I am a Privy Councellour I speak it.

Chanc.
Explain your self; who, and what is't you mean?

Theop.
I mean you have a Secretary call'd Michael.—
Some say he's a Turk;
Enter Michael.
And this Sir is the Man.

Chanc.
What causes this Intrusion?

Micha.
I come in haste
To give you notice all the English Ships,
And the Venetian too, are under Sail;
Except they be arrested presently,
They will get past the Forts.

Emp.
Is not the Warrant issu'd for their stay?

Chanc.
A Broad-Seal-Warrant too.

Mich.
That Sir they slight.

Emp.
They might slight Death as well.

Mich.
Sir, they pretend
The Senate says it is against the Law,
That they should be Arrested,

Chanc.
Think of that Sir;
If they resent the deed, 'tis not the stores
Of those few Ships can recompence the loss
Of their affections.

Emp.
Nor can their best Zeal
Find such another timely succour near
To draw to our supply.

Chanc.
Do as you please,
But I dare pawn my life that they'l be troubl'd?

Theop.
At their departure most, I'le warrant you;
At nothing else, my Head on't.

Emp.
But what then?
Shall I neglect my duty to the whole
For private mens resentments? Come, my Lord,
I'le see it done my self.

Ex. Emp. and Theop.
Chanc.
Michael! how is't?

Mich.
Gone Sir; beyond Redemption; both the Consuls
Were at your House but now: There I advis'd them,
With all the haste that might be, to set Sail,
Whatever Orders they shou'd see to stop them.

Chanc.
'Tis very well; then you are sure they're gone?

Mich.
My Zeal had never seem'd so earnest else.

Chanc.
That happen'd well though: 'twill clear a late suspition
That you're a Turk.—
But more of that anon—You sent the Warrant.

Mich.
Aye Sir; but gave command to him that went
To say you seal'd it much against your will:
Besides, I spread it every where abroad,
That 'twas against the Law; so none would act by't.

Chanc.
That is a certain Method to confound things;
And 'tis the way I'le take; for I perceive
I've lost some ground i'th' Emperours affections,
And now must keep my Pow'r more by the Vogue
O'th' Senate, than his love; but let's go out,
And view Thomazo's Actions in the Field;
'Tis to his Genius only mine does yield.

Exeunt.
SCENE. A Field.
Great Shouts and Noise of Fighting: Enter Thomazo, Dorello, Officers with Swords drawn.
Thom.
These Turks are less than Women in our hands;
Where e're we shew our Faces, still they fly;
If but the rest o'th' Forces sally'd out,
This Night would make a perfect end o'th' Siege.

Dor.
Their great Forlorn is routed totally,
And their Main Body staggar'd, five thousand more
Would have perform'd the work.—In all the Fight
I met but one brave Foe that durst make Head;
And when my Sword had made him Prisoner,
He prov'd a Genowees.

Thom.
What did you with him?

Dor.
Clapt my Sword through him Sir.

Thom.
You did do well;
A Renogado Dog is ripe for Hell.

A Shout.
Dor.
See my Lord, they'r marching on agen—
Will you to Horse?

Thom.
The Hedges make them useless;
I'le Charge i'th' Head of yonder Stand of Pikes.

Exeunt.
Shouts.—Enter Turks drove in by Synan, Mustapha, and other Bassa's.
Synan.
What wretched fearful Slaves! dare you not die?
Can you forget the Laws of Destiny?

Musta.
Fight; or the Death you'd shun, you'l sooner find;
Our Swords give Death to all who seek to fly.

Shouts.—Enter Thomazo, Dorello, and Christians: They fight a while, the Turks retire fighting. Thomazo, Dorello, re-enter in haste.
Thom.
To Horse, to Horse, the Genoway Body shrinks. Let's
Presently relieve them.

Exeunt.
Enter Synan.
Synan.
These Christians fight, as if the General Cause
Did wield each Sword.—Curse on our wretched Slaves,—
How fast they Rout!—Lead on the Grand Reserve
To succour the Main Body.—Now by my Fathers Soul,
Morat's strong Troop of our best Spahi Horse,
Fly like loose leafs before the Autumn wind:
We're betray'd by that Damn'd Chancellour:
Their strength's the Flower of all the Christian World,
They could not fight thus else.—Oh mighty Prophet!
Protect our Sultan's Glory.—
Let not a Cheating Gown-man boast he had
Great sums from us for nothing else but shame.
But yet it will be so; our great Reserve
Under the Grand Vizier does stagger too:—
Draw up our Guards, let's save or ruine all;
'Tis better much to die than wear the shame
Of being thus defeated by a handful.

Exeunt.
SCENE. The Town.
Enter Emperour, Cardinal, Chancellour, Theo. Attendants.
Cardin.
The Prince I swear perform'd prodigious things!
They'd be incredible but that we saw them.

Chanc.
Accursed sight!
The Turkish Army's sure compos'd of Women.

Emp.
Theophilus, Command that all the Forces
Do presently draw out; I will my self
Share part o'th' Glory in the Turks Defeat.

Chanc.
Good Sir, consider
What 'tis you mean to do? Will you expose
Your Sacred Person 'mongst the Genoweese,
That openly avow their discontents?

Emp.
No, let them stay behind; I am satisfi'd
That our own Forces are enough without them,
To second this Success, and Rout the Turks.

Chanc.
But say Sir, when you're out with all your strength,
That they should seize the Town.

Emp.
They dare not sure.—

Chanc.
It is but ill to try inraged Strangers:
Besides the Night comes on.

Theo.
Good Sir, send out, and do not go your self.

Chanc.
The Prince I'm confident will take that ill.
'Twill seem to doubt his Courage, or his Conduct.

Emp.
His Soul's above all Envy I am sure:
But I'le go try the temper of the Souldiers,
Then either back the Sally, or go meet him.

Exeunt.
Enter Irene, Udoxia, Calista, meeting the Emperour; they Salute, and part.
Iren.
She triumphs in his Love, and makes me Mad.

Udox.
Conceal your anger Madam, 'tis too clear.

Iren.
By Nature I am temperate as Day;
When gentle Western Gales blow in the Spring;
But now I could grow rugged like the North,
And in a Tempest of my Fury tear
Those Eyes out that have thus bewitch'd my Prince.

Udox.
Bear up; my mind perswades me he is not false,
Though she invites me for her Bed-fellow.

Iren.
But will you go?

Udox.
Aye, with design to serve you,
By putting him in mind of's Vows to you.

Iren.
Do not do that; no, let her take his heart;
But yet I know not why: I'le meet you there.

Calist.
Oh that the Prince would come, I long to see him—
I hope he is not hurt.

Iren.
What if he be?

Calist.
I would not for the world he shou'd methinks.

Iren.
Nay, sure i'th' world there's many better Princes.

Calist.
No, I believe not one, if we consider
His most Heroick Courage, and wise Conduct.

Iren.
Besides his Faith in Love; pray name that too.

Udox.
Irene—

[Whisper.
Calist.
Sure she does guess at something that has past
Between the Prince and me, which stirs her Envy.

Enter Emperour, Thom. Cardin. Theop. Dorell. Mutantrope, Attendants.
Thom.
This is the Cause of our too quick return;
The Genoway Body did betray the Field;
And now do seem to threaten Mutiny:
They bring indeed the War within our Walls:
Had I been seconded with the like number
Of our own Nation, we had done the work.

Emp.
To th'specious reasons of the Chancellour
I must impute the loss of this Days Triumph;
I did my self intend to second you.

Chanc.
Great Sir, blame not that Counsel did proceed
From Zeal to th'Princes Glory, and your safety.

Thom.
I beg, my Lord, you'd spare your daily pains
In serving me in these unthankful ways.

Chanc.
'Tis my misfortune Sir, they always prove so.

Emp.
Brother, you had these Ladies hearty wishes
For good success and safety, I am sure.

Thom.
'Twas those, next to your Fortune, did preserve me:
But Lady, may I think I was so happy
To have my share in the last Pray'rs you made?

Iren.
I should have lost my Sense of Duty else;
You are a Mighty Prop o'th' Empire Sir,
And so, and no ways else I pray'd for you.

Thom.
How's this?—She does dissemble to extremity.

Calist.
He casts not the least glance on me!—'tis well,
He strives to keep things secret.
Noise without.
One and all, one and all, &c.

Enter Michael.
Mich.
The Genowees are in Mutiny,
And swear they'l have their General set free,
Or else they'l fire the Town.

Emp.
What's to be done?

Thom.
Sir, I advise to hang their General,
That will soon quiet them; but if it don't,
Then let the other Souldiers fall upon 'em,
And knock 'em all o'th' heads;—if they hold on
As they've begun, they'l do but little service:
Those Thousand I had with me first did rout
With all the men I had.—Sir, there's no way
But sudden Execution, or good words;
Hanging or granting still, quells Mutinies.

Emp.
Well, draw up the Court-guards about the Palace,
Then act as you see cause.

Ex. all but Thom. Dor. and Mutantrope.
Thom.
I find the Chancellour by little Arts
Prevented our Relief with greater Succours:
But I perceive my Brother so suspects him,
He'l scarce prevail again.

Dor.
I wish he don't;
But you have heard the Shipping all are sail'd?

Thom.
Aye, there's another Trick of his contriving;
I'd almost pawn my life.—But we must play
The Cards we still have left, or lose the Game.
But all discourse of State and War apart,
Let's talk of Love a little now Dorello;
In what condition's yours and fair Udoxia's?

Dor.
Just as your Highness left it, full as bad
As yours with fair Irene.

Thom.
If it be no worse,
'Tis as you'd wish't I'm sure; for to be short,
To morrow Morn before the Sun doth rise,
I meet Irene in S. Sophia's Church,
Where you are to be witness of our Marriage.

Dor.
Can this be so?

Thom.
Udoxia will confirm it,—for she is to be there.
Come let's away,
A Noise agen, One and All.
And quell these Mutiniers. They fright the Town.

Exeunt.
Enter Justiniano, Andrea Lionella, and Souldiers.—Shouting.
Just.
I thank you Fellow-Souldiers for your love,
I'd rather have my Liberty by you,
Than by their slighted favour.

Andr.
See the Prince!

Enter Thomazo, Dorello, and Guards.
Thom.
What means this Tumult? Ha! Justiniano Head it!
VVhat are your Demands?

Sould.
Our Pay we'd have.—

[Thomaz. runs the Sould. through, they all hang their heads.
Thom.
There's thine.—Now, what the rest?
Then worthy General yours.

Justin.
Revenge for late affronts given me by thee.

Thom.
Dorello—I Command—that word's not usual;
But I Command not a man stir to help me,
Except opprest by Numbers.

They fight, Thomazo disarms him.
Justin.
I the same.
Then take my Life, for I despise to beg it.

Thom.
Or I to take it; no, the Law shall do it.
All to your Quarters; I'le procure your Pardons:
If not, fall on, and kill 'em every man.
Convey him back to'th' Castle where he was.

Exeunt.
Enter Chancellour and Mutantrope.
Chanc.
To morrow, fair Irene, to morrow morn!

Mut.
Aye Sir, I heard him tell Dorello so.

Chanc.
In S. Sophia's Church by break of day,
Near to our Ladies Altar; is't not so?

Mutan.
Aye, my Lord, so the appointment's made.

Chanc.
Well, my good Boy, watch close upon his actions,
And bring me word of every thing thou gain'st.

Mutan.
I shall my Lord.
Ex. Mutan.

Chanc.
Marry Irene!—no, it must not be,—it sha'nt:
But how shall I prevent it? there's it!—To tell
The Emperour, would but betray my self!
For I've no proof to vouch, but this same Boy,
Which I presented him as a choice Mute,
To be a Spy for me on all his actions—
But yet I must prevent it, that's decreed—
His two last Actions shew he is a Prince,
Not of a common Fortune,
To shake the Turks whole Army with a handful,
And quell that Mutiny in half a Minute,
In which I plac'd my hopes; were things prodigious,
His Mighty Genius has a strong Attendant
O're all my Fortune.—I must remove him—
'Tis no matter how, so I can do't.—

Enter Michael with Letters.
Mich.
Amongst Thomazo's Souldiers, there got in
Two Spies from Synan Bassa, both with Letters,
I have decipher'd them.—The first, it seems,
Were writ before the Fight, and only speak
The Numbers that besiege us, and require
An hourly intercourse during the Siege:
The second are pursuant to the Sally writ in heat,
And there, my Lord, they are.—

Chancellour reads them.
Chanc.
O Michael! I am lost to all my hopes;
The Sultan frowns, it seems, and doubts my Faith.
He says the Sally had lik'd to have prov'd the loss
Of their whole Army.—What shall I do?
This Prince Thomazo does,
Like some tall Cedar, blast my Underwood.
I must destroy him. Find me out some Jew
That studies Physick—No, I've another way—
Write Letters to the Bassa that may speak
What I've done this day towards the Service.
The Christian Ships are sail'd, and I prevented
More Forces that were going to the Sally,
Besides the Mutiny Lorenzo stir'd
Amongst his Countrymen—and all things else—
O'th' doubts I raise i'th' Senate—remember all—
But here's a Sacrifice of Peace I'le make,
Pulls out Irene's Picture.
This is the Picture of the fair Irene;
I got it from my Daughter; send it him,
And tell him, that the Original shall be
Lodg'd in his Masters Arms to morrow night.
Prepare a score of Ruffians with a Barge
To carry off the Prize; it shall go hard,
But I'le send off the Prince Thomazo too:
You know the way of holding Correspondence;
I'le say no more of that—go, haste your Letters,
And send Lorenzo hither.
Ex. Michael.
I'le go meet
In some disguize the discontented Captains.
Enter Lorenzo.
Lorenzo! I am resolv'd to laugh to night,
And spend some hours with frolick Woman-kind.

Loren.
My Lord, you know your old house, Mother Somelies,
You know she always fits you with fresh Girls.

Chanc.
Aye, there we'll be; but then for Company,
Get your two Friends, the Captains, if you can,
I mean those two that were made Prisoners.

Loren.
I'm confident with joy they'l meet my Lord.

Chanc.
I would be thought some wild loose Friend of yours
That mean to treat.

Loren.
I understand your Lordship.

Chanc.
Some two hours hence. Till then I will to Court.

Exeunt.
Enter Emperour, Thomazo, Cardinal, Dorel. Theophilus, Mutant. Irene, Udoxia, Calista, Attendants, as at Court.
Thom.
Pray Madam, how seems Time to move to you,
To me it does appear extreamly slow.

Iren.
It may be so, my Lord, but unto me
He keeps his usual pace.

Thom.
Madam,
Your coldness now surprizes me as much
As did the Larum of your Love to day.

Iren.
Good, my Lord, you'l make Calista jealous.

Thom.
You are too cautious, Madam.

Iren.
She's not so.

Thom.
I understand you not.

Iren.
My Lord, Good-night,
I am a bad Dissembler of Passion,
I find it will break out; therefore I'le go
And waste, this Night in Tears.

Thom.
Why so Irene?

Iren.
My Lord, no more, I still must wish you well.

Thom.
Remember six a Clock.

Iren.
I shall have cause.
Ex. Irene.

Enter Chancellour.
Chanc.
I shall bring Company will spoil the Sport;—
Your Highnesses Boy I see waits very close:
I never see him from you.

Thom.
No, 'tis a pretty Spaniel,
He's always diligent to Fetch and Carry.

Chanc.
I'm glad I did present him to your Highness,
Since he's so acceptable.

Thom.
All Favours
That I receive from you must needs be so.

Chanc.
My Lord, I am sorry my Duty to my Master,
Should make me doubt my Service unto you,
As your words hint.

Thom.
No Argument i'th' Presence;
I thank you for my Boy, that's all my Lord.

[Whisper the Emp.
Udox.
It cannot be, my Lord, the Prince and You
Are both (I'le say no more) but you're both men;
And what h'has promis'd is not to Irene,
But to Calista there.

Dor.
You do amaze me:
This wild discourse has no Connexion in it.

Udox.
A great deal more than has your wilder Action.

Dorell.
I'le call the Prince to hear you.

Calist.
Udoxia—

Udox.
Calista calls, I cannot stay my Lord.—

Ex. Ladies.
Chanc.
Sallies will spend our men to little purpose.

Thom.
'Twill rather make us Souldiers; every Sally
Made with fresh men will soon experience.
Had all men Courages but like your Highness,
Experience then, 'tis true, was only needful;
But most by Nature are unfit for War.

Thom.
My Lord, you are mistaken; I affirm,
There's not a man of able Bulk and Strength,
But may be brought to fight proportionably,
At least in Crowds they may.

Chanc.
Admit it so:
But will the Emperour, or Senates Prudence,
Suffer your Highness still t'expose your Person
To hourly danger; when the Empires Hopes,
Is next his Majesty, all plac'd in you.

Emp.
Aye, now you've touch't the String that hits my Fancy;
Your Personal safety Brother; Surely that
Ought to be all our care, and shall be mine:
I am confident no Sally can be safe
Without you Head it, nor you in any one;
Therefore we will relye on future Succours.

Card.
Those from his Holiness will soon be here,
Besides the Rhodian and Venetian Forces,
I'm confident will not be long behind.

Thom.
These are meer Dreams of Safety.

Emp.
Wait a little;
We have an open Port to Asia-ward,
And cannot want Provisions. Good-night Brother.

Ex. all but Thom. Dor. Mut.
Thom.
You see Dorello, this cunning Gown-man
Is grown so tender of my persons safety,
That to keep me well, the Turk must not be Beat.

Dor.
I blame him not, now you're to Marry his Daughter.

Thom.
I Marry her!—

Dor.
So Udoxia tells me,
And that to morrow morning.

Thom.
'Tis short warning;
But who has made the Match?

Dor.
I know not that;
But she says this you promis'd at the Mask.

Thom.
Pish! she mistakes, it was the Fair Irene
I only spoke to there.

Dor.
How's this? there's some mistake: Was it the Lady
That you Danc'd with you made the Promise to?

Thom.
Aye, what of that!

Dor.
Then Sir it was Calista.

Thom.
It is impossible, her Dress was that
Irene had on, when the Souldiers ruffl'd her.

Dor.
Sir, that may be, but yet it was Calista,
I saw her after when her Mask was off,
And had a Complement from her.

Thom.
But why should she accept my first Address?

Dor.
That her Ambition taught! But will you meet?

Thom.
I wou'd meet Death much sooner.—You shall go
And undeceive her, if it is She that comes;
But I'le be near, in hopes 'twill prove Irene.

Dor.
Those hopes will quickly vanish in your Highness.

Thom.
This Chancellour, like some unlucky Star,
Does interpose his Direful Influence
Through all my Happiness in Love or Honour.
How strangely
Wise Heav'n with unseen Links makes Chains of Fate,
This Hawks good Fortune that's unfortunate.

Exeunt.
Enter Chanc. Loren. Andr. Lion. with 4 Wenches, and Fiddles.
1 Wench.
SONG.

Chanc.
Come, Faith Madam, once again.

1 Wench.
Pray Sir stay, I am not i'th' humour.

Chanc.
See, see, here's Gold; will this exalt thy humour?

Lion.
See there! You Scurvy Queans, did you fear Sconces?

1 Wench.
I hope, my Dear, you'l give me some Silk Stockins.

Chanc.
Aye, and rich Garters too; there's twenty Pieces,
Rig thy whole Vessel! what, hast found thy humour?

1 Wench.
Aye, my Dear, you are such another man.

Ex. Chancellour and Wench.
Andr.
Signior Lorenzo! your Friend's a Man of Mettle.
What does he give all that?

Loren.
Alas, that's nothing.

2 Wench.
My Dear, will you give me some?

Loren.
Aye, there—there's 20 Pieces for thee.

Lion.
But you Inhance the Price most damnably,
I've had a better Whore for half a Crown.

2 Wench.
Whore! you foul-mouth'd Fellow.

Lion.
Aye Whore, what came we for but Whore?

3 Wench.
But, my Dear.

The other two Wenches Dun the Captains round the Stage.
2 Wench.
My Dear, why wou'd you bring such Shabby Fellows
With you?

Loren.
They're honest Gentlemen, tho' they want Money.

2 Wench.
Honest, faugh! A poor Rogue can't be honest;
But you are the Goodest Man. Prithee, my Dear,
Lend me but 10 l. more, and you will make me.—

Loren.
Ten pound, what's that! here 'tis for one bare Kiss.

Andr.
Hold Signior, for half that I've compounded;
I want it but to pay, pray lend it me.

Lion.
And me the rest; I shan't have time to drink else.

Loren.
I beg your Pardon, I must not starve my Love.

3 Wench.
Your Love, 'tis a fine one, she ply'd i'th' Town
Seven years before I knew it.

Loren.
That's no matter;
She has the more experience. I am constant.

2 Wench.
So I will be my Dear, for all their Malice.

3 Wench.
I will not loose my time thus.

Exit.
4 Wench.
Faith, nor I; I could 'een cry my eyes out.

Exit.
Lion.
Now we have time to drink to thee Andrea;
A Pox on High-priz'd Whoring.

Chanc. and Wench re-enter.
Chanc.
What's here, two Turtles pining without Mates!

Loren.
Their Girls went crying ripe for what ours got.

Chanc.
That must not be Ladies; go fetch 'em in,
I'le see them paid, but bring no Tears amongst us;
No weeping Cupid here, we're for the Boys
That Caper and shew Tricks in Ladies Eyes.

Andr.
'Fore Heav'n, the merri'st Greek I ever met with;
Is he a Servant o'th' Chancellours?

Loren.
Aye Sir.

Lion.
Faith you are Princes by your Places.
Here's your Lords Health for your sakes; he's a Master
The best i'th' Empire, all men say that.

Chanc.
Pox o'Great Men, and great things; they both devour
All that one gives without the least delight;
I'm for the Souldiers Health.

Andr.
Then we're your Men:
We two to night did pay the Turks away.

Lion.
Each kill'd his Bassa; though Thomazo Huffs,
As if he had done all: but time will come.
I'le say no more,—our General must not lye thus.

Andr.
No, by my Sword,—I'le fire the City rather—
But let that pass, I'le sing a Song I made
Since we return'd from killing the Bassa's.

Chanc.
Rogues! that were both in Prison. But the better,—
A Huffing Coward always proves a Villain.
I'le taste them by and by.—

SONG.
Andrea.
sings.

Chanc.
The Wit and Courage of these Gentlemen
Deserves the World Lorenzo should be theirs.

Andr.
Ah Sir! had we our Pay, we'd be contented:
The Emperour owes us near six Weeks Pay.

Chanc.
You ne're shall sigh for that; I'le send it you.

Lion.
You shall have Imprest Bills that will secure you.

Chanc.
That needs not, one slight favour you may do
Pays me, and trebles that unto your selves.

Andr.
Ask any thing i'th' compass of our Swords.

Chanc.
'Tis to prevent a Wedding two wou'd steal
In S. Sophia's Church by break of day:
A quiet time, you know; if you will seize them,
And carry them to the place I shall appoint,
Lorenzo will see you paid a 1000 Duckets.

Loren.
You'l take my word for this, will you not Signior?

Lion.
Aye, wer't ten times as much—but we must have
Some of our Men to help us, must we not?

Chanc.
Aye, that you must.

Andr.
I have a Faithful Servant, I'le send for him,
And he shall pick some Men fit for the Work.

Lion.
We'll not to Bed to night.

Andr.
No, no Sleep
Till the good work be done. But more Instructions.—

Chanc.
We shall have time for that. But where's these Women!
I cannot live an hour without a Woman;
Oh they're the useful'st Creatures:—
Come, let's go search, we must mix Love with Wine,
A Wise Man thus still Revels with design.

Exeunt.