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Actus Quintus.

Enter Peralta in his Night-gown.
Per.
Bless me! (that's more than I have said this sev'n years)
Come out old Hag, was't you that cast the Mist
Before my eyes?

Enter Menanthe, a Sword in her right hand, in her left the Bag of Gold.
Me.
Yes, Captain-Coxcomb, I;
I, brave Sea-Captain, I remov'd the Lights
Out of your Admiral: I rais'd the Fog
Wherein my Man of War was lost, and all
The Gold aboard him shipwrack'd, I left nothing
To keep possession for him, not a Cat
To spit Fire: but could'st thou not see the Beacons?

[She points to her eyes.
Per.
Fire will take those eyes, Witch, when thou art burn'd,
They're now as dark as those rooms yester-night.
Well, Night-mare, you have had your pleasure of me,
You do not mean to rob me?

Me.
Keep off, Captain,
And do not you fore-speak me; for I mean
To rob thee of this Gold, and pay my self,
Like Wenches that have wit, for my Night's lodging;
Once in my life I'l make prize of a Pirate.
Advance, and if I kill thee not, hang me.

Per.
Let me die, if I don't begin to love
Thy wit and spirit above all young flesh;
Thou art an old Virago.

Me.
I have wit
And courage enough, Captain, to keep thee
From any more embraces,

Per.
Nay, then be
Incredulous at thy peril, twice that Gold
Will never purchase such a Bed-fellow.

Me.
If there were any truth in such a Husband,
I like thee for a Bed-fellow, but—

Per.
No but,
Wu't have me swear?

Me.
Hast thou not sworn and broke?

Per.
An Oath for Form-sake meerly, Matrimony
Is sworn of course; but now I'l marry thee
The Sea-way, as the Duke of Venice marries
The Gulf, make all that Gold into a Ring,
And cast it into thee.

Me.
Explain your self.

Per.
That is, first, as the true Proprietor
I'l take the plunder to my self, and then
Return thee All.

Me.
Swear.

Per.
As I hope to scape
Being truss'd at the Main-yard, I'd do't.

Me.
There's Gold and Sword; and now I hope I please thee.

Per.
And I'l perform with thee, as the old Romans
Did with Tarpeia, who betrai'd for Gold
The Capitol: Thou shalt have the full Agreement,
All, Gold, and Sword.

Me.
You will not?

Per.
Pray, or curse,
For to the Pot thou go'st.

Me.
Then you're a Rogue.

Per.
Did you doubt that? thus I resolve thee.

Me.
Help!

Enter Officers, Filomarini and Gioseppe, the Officers seize Peralta and Menanthe, Gioseppe takes the bag of Gold.
Fil.
Fight with your Wife? fie, the Prince of Salerno
Would speak with you; look to your Prisoner,
He catches at your Bills; I tell thee, Captain,
The Prince will only speak, not fight, with thee.

Per.
Nay, if I must not fight, I will not speak,
The torture shall not get out one word more.

Fil.
Thou hast the Bag?

Gio.
Yes, the whole Cheat's recover'd.

[Exeunt.
Enter Salerno and Lugo.
Sal.
Then thou art cheated, Cousin?

Lug.
Almost ruin'd.

Sal.
I would not credit the Report, but now
That you confirm it, I am satisfi'd:
That's all my business.

Lug.
You are too Noble
To send for me to scorn my wants, I hope
You summon me to better my condition.

Sal.
On easie tearms.

Lug.
But I have nothing left
To make tearms out of.

Sal.
Is your Bride lost too?

Lug.
Suppose She were not; think you, I would make
Tearms out of Her?

Sal.
Cousin, you do not love her,
That's publick: were it then ill mov'd, to wish
You would resign her to me, your near Kinsman,
Who lov'd her first? 'tis to give me your trouble;
But if you please, sell me your Title to her;
To better your Condition, take my Title
To the fair House and Lordship (which you know)
Near Foro del Volcane.

Lug.
I am poor,
But ere my poverty be wrought upon
To make a sale of Love, I'l sterve. A Prince—

Sal.
Stay, I perceive I move on a wrong ground,
I took't for granted that you lov'd her not.

Lug.
I was so far from loving (once to day)
That nothing was more odious to my heart
Than Diacelia.

Sal.
What has alter'd you?

Lug.
The lovely Face with the deformed Mind,
Leandra, her Impiety reflected
Th'Angelical Form of Diacelia's Virtues;
Nor is their odds so great between their Beauties,
Bating the lustre of the Candian Habit,
Leandra stains not Diacelia.

Sal.
And now you would enjoy her?

Lug.
Rather her
Than all the Earth.

Sal.
And, Cousin, you shall have her,
She plotted this Examination for you;
Appear sweet Princess Diacelia.

Enter Diacelia in her Veil.
Lug.
Dear, can you pardon?

Dia.
Can you love?

Lug.
For ever.

[Sal. Takes off her Veil and discovers the Jewels.
Sal.
Behold part of your Fortune.

Enter Officers, Prisoners, and Gioseppe, who holds up the Bag, and pulls off his false Beard.
Gio.
The rest's here:
And here's an honest Spie, Gioseppe, Master
Of the Ship, which to Naples brought from Candy
You, Madam, and my Lord Filomarini,
By whose command I put to Sea again,
Pursu'd the Greek Cheat to Constantinople,
Gave her intelligence that a Renegado
Meant to inform against her, for imbezling
Her Master the Prince of Bulgaria's Jewels,
Which did by right of Conquest appertain
To the Great Turk: for this Lie she receiv'd me
Into her Service: working on her Fears
To Genoa I drew her, tic'd her thence
With Golden Hopes to Naples. What say'st, Cheat,
To prodigal Neopolitans?

Me.
I say,
The hopes of prodigal Neopolitans
Could never have got me to bring Leandra
To Naples, but that you in your Disguise
With your new Spanish name Hosepe (tricks
I dream'd not off) fool'd me into belief,
That you your self and my Lord Filomarini
Were out at Sea upon a second Voyage
To Turky in pursute of me, and thus
You cheated me as well as I did you,
And being quit, I hope you'l pardon me.

Gio.
The Chest of Damask (which you robb'd me of,
When you fled out of Candy) I forgive thee;
That only was injury to my self,
But, Cheat, you know, there's a great injur'd person—

Enter Filomarini.
Fil.
The Party's come.

Sal.
The thousand Crowns are thine;
[Exit Fil.
Bring her in: bid th'Officers leave the room.

[Exeunt Officers and Prisoner.
Gio.
Clear the room there; my Lord, you and the Princess
May tarry, for you'l find your selves concern'd.

Enter Filomarini, he gives Leandra to the Prince.
Fil.
Leandra's yours.

Sal.
Had you not better been
My Mistris of your own accord? you're now
Brought as an Offering to my Bed, 'tis ready.

Lean.
Is your Priest ready too?

Sal.
For what, I pray?

Lean.
To make your Princely Bed a Lawful Bed;
Into unlawful Sheets I'l never come.

Sal.
Rogue-Draco, hast not thou ingag'd thy throat?

[Fil. discovers himself.
Fil.
Here, cut it.

Sal.
Uncle? Is this your Sea-voyage?
What meant you?

Fli.
To reclaim you and my son:
He is reform'd; but, Mistris-monger, you
Scarce pleas'd with three, four hundred Venuses,
Will not this one serve your turn?

Sal.
Very well.

Fil.
But here's the spight on't, she'l not be a Mistris.

Sal.
Faith, Uncle, wert not for some few respects
I'd marry her.

Fil.
I have done my endeavours
To joyn you, and Leandra likes you well:
What is't obstructs the Match?

Sal.
Nothing, if you
(From being an old Pimp) in an instant can
Become a Saint, work Miracles: make her
Good-natur'd, and the Cheat her Mother honest.

Fil.
Bring in the Pris'ners.
Enter Officers and Prisoners.
Look me in the face,
Thou know'st me, and my wrongs; confess the truth
And live; or—

[Menanthe kneels.
Me.
I confess, When the Venetian
Fought with the Turk in Candy; my old Master
Prince of Bulgaria, so valiantly
Charg'd the Mahometans who from's Ancestor
Had took the Principality, that he fell
Into an Ambush, and receiv'd a hurt
Of which he di'd, and by his Will left you
(His fellow-Soldier in the Candian War)
Guardian to his two Daughters.

Sal.
How! two Daughters!

Fil.
What if Leandra now should prove a Princess?

Me.
I confess, That the Prince put me, his Landress,
To wait on's younger Child, Princess Leandra;
But when I saw my hopes to raise my self
Out of my Masters Treasure, frustrated,
By his intrusting you, my Lord; the Jewels
Committed to my charge I took away,
And stole his lovely Child, upon whose ruines
I was resolv'd to build my self a Fortune.
But sure the Prince was more to blame than I,
For Placing a mean Wretch so near a Princess.

Fil.
What? have I made a good Land-voyage, Nephew?
Am I at home? may Drake now Moor his Ship?
Is she good-natur'd, and her Mother honest?

Sal.
And I most happy in thee, dear Leandra.

Lean.
I'l answer, like an Oracle, in Heroicks;
Most happy in a Wife the Prince may prove,
Not in Leandra, she'l have Love for Love.

Sal.
If you admit of Love upon Love's score,
Then I may challenge you.

Lean.
And thousands more.
What share can I expect in such a heart,
Where every pretty Mistris claims a Part?

Sal.
A Passion for all Beauties I must own;
But they are all contain'd in you alone.
Believe me, for my Word is a Decree.

Lean.
Did you not pass your word, that You in Me
Should be Most Happy, which is Most Untrue:
Because I am as Happy, Sir, in You.

Sal.
This comes off well. No Sun breaks forth so clear
As through a Clowd, no Joy as through a Fear.
Equally Happy (I confess) we are.

Dia., Lug.
And equally your Happiness we share.

Fil.
Captain, if you have anthing to say.—

Per.
I've made a resolution to say nothing.

Fil.
Then I'l speak for thee: Lugo, did not I
Tell thee at first Peralta was a Knave,
A Chearer? To the cozening of thy self
Thou art an Accessary, therefore we
Must either Punish both, or Pardon both.
So Captain, (for that sometimes thou hast been
My Camrade) I discharge thy' Imprisonment:
But I discharge my Friendship too; be gone:
Nay, take your Baggage with you, worthy Captain.
But let this be (as Pardons that are got
In years of Jubilee) no Incouragement
To Vice, though you scape Justice.

Per.
Not so clearly;
For we are still condemn'd to one another.

[Exeunt Per. & Me.
Fil.
The thousand Crowns you owe me, pay Gioseppe,
To make up his Reward.

Sal.
Uncle, I will.

Fil.
And now that you and my Son have got Ladies,
'Tis time to carry them to Decio's Mask.

Sal.
Aloon then, Scenes of Mirth we may expect.

[Exeunt.
Enter Decio and Corbulo.
Dec.
Rare Poison! how suddenly it dispatch'd them?
'Tis done, and bravely done.

Cor.
'Twas bravely suffer'd.

Dec.
And yet his Lordship stoopt to make a suit.

Cor.
But how? when Pyramena did resolve
To drink first, then Iberio intreated
The same Cup might be fill'd again for him:
In that request to you he courted her.

Dec.
I must confess, Man never shew'd more courage.

Cor.
Nor Woman greater sense of Love, and less
Of Death; her last words I shall ne'r forget.

Dec.

Cor.
Sadly.

Dec.
Ha-ha-ha.
What if I had their Figures cast in Brass,
As they are lying on my Bed, embracing?
Th'Object has made me dull, I'l have some mirth,
Make ready for the Mask: but first release
Arviedo, and to shew that he's no Pris'ner,
Give him his Sword: i'th' Gallery I'l meet him.
[Exit Corbulo.
My spleen abates, I've follow'd it too far.
Who's there?

Enter Vindex with a Sword in his hand.
Vin.
I, Vindex.

Dec.
Ha! Who sent for thee?
How dar'st thou press upon our Privacy?
What would'st thou have?

Vin.
Impossibilities,
A Line to bound an Infinite, your Rage:
There is too much of Tiger's blood in you,
I come to let it but—

Dec.
To murder me?
Help! murder!

Vin.
Peace or this shall silence you:
[Vin. draws.
Yet, if you let me alone, I do not come
To kill you.

Dec.
What's th'intention of thy coming?

Vin.
To keep you from commiting of more murders:
You have sent Corbulo for Arviedo;
Already I am witness to two proofs
Of your strange fury, I'l prevent a third.

Dec.
Thou wilt not keep me prisoner?

Vin.
At your peril;
You shall not rob the world of a young Worthy.

Dec.
Know'st thou Arviedo?

Vin.
No; all's one for that,
I hear the Gentleman's a Child of Honour:
I pitty him.

Dec.
I love him.

Vin.
Who'l believe you?

Enter Arviedo and draws his Sword.
Arv.
Prodigious! a Slave drawn upon his Lord?
Thy Sword?

Vin.
You'l not take from me your Defence?

Arv.
Villain, defend thy self.

Vin.
I am too honest,
Hear me, or you'l be lost, Sir.

Dec.
Let him live,
Though he surpriz'd me rudely, he meant well:
Sirrha, about your business: Arviedo,
[Exit Vindex.
This was more noble—

Arv.
Than you can imagine.
I would not have you fall by your Slave's hand.

Dec.
My life to Arviedo is a debt.

Arv.
Pay it, for Decio has liv'd too long.
It had been happy for thee, had'st thou di'd
Before thy rage (in pois'ning Pyramena
And my brave Kinsman) made thee a Wild-beast,
Which I must rid the world of.

Dec.
In your breast
There's more of Honour, than to murder one
That is (you see) defenceless.

Arv.
Where's thy Sword?

Dec.
I'th' Gallery, the place where Corbulo
Appointed you to meet: lead, Sir, from me
You shall have satisfaction; and the like
I shall require from you.

Arv.
I'l do you right.
Ask any thing with your Sword in your hand:
I shall be glad to find you so much Man.

Dec.
How much of Man is in me, you shall trie:
I'l make you mine, or by your hand I'l dye.

[Exeunt.
Enter Corbulo and a Servant, with one-Ey'd Vizards in their hands.
Serv.
Why one Eye in the fore-head of my Vizard?

Cor.
Great Puppy, should a Cyclop have two Eyes?
On with your Cyclop face, the Masks beginning.
Enter Salerno, Leandra, Lugo, Diacelia.
The Prince? These Chairs are for you and your Friends, Sir.

Sal.
Where's Decio?

Cor.
He'l wait upon your Highness.

The Scene Vulcan's Court, over it is writ, Foro del Volcane. Soft Musique.
Enter Aurora in a black Veil below.
Song in Dialogue.
Aur.
Phœbus?

Phœb.
Who calls the World's great Light?

Aur.
Aurora, that abhors the Night.

Phœb.
Why does Aurora from her Cloud
To drowsie Phœbus cry so Loud?

Aur.
Put on thy Beams; rise, (no regard
To a young Goddess, that lies hard
In th'old Man's bosome?) rise for shame,
And shine my Cloud into a Flame.

Phœb.
Oblige me not beyond my pow'r,
I must not rise before my hour.

Aur.
Before thy hour? look down, and see,
In vain the Persian kneels to thee,
And I (mock'd by the glim'ring Shade)
A sad mistake in Naples made;
Like Pliny I had lost my life,
If I had been a Mortal Wife.

Phœb.
Thou cam'st too near the Burning Mount
Vesuvio?

Aur.
Upon thy account,
For I took Clouds of Smoke and Fire,
(VVhich here from Vulcan's Court expire)
For Morning-streaks, Blew, VVhite, and Red,
That Rouse me from cold Tithon's Bed.

Phœbus enters with his Beams on.
Phœb.
Charge not upon me for a Crime,
That I stai'd th'utmost point of time,
Before I would put off my Bays,
And on Naples shed my Rays,
VVhere such a mischief they have done,
As will make Venus hate the Sun,
Discovering to Vulcan's eye
VVhere she and Mars embracing lie.

Aur.
I'm sorry Mars and Venus had
Such Privacy: but I am glad
That Phœbus does at last appear
To shine away Aurora's Fear.

Phœb.
What frighted thee?

Aur.
I know not what;
But thou know'st all; what noise is that?

Within Vulcan roars out,
No work, Rogues?

Phœb.
'Tis Vulcan, in a greater Heat
Than th'Irons by his Cyclops beat:
He makes the horrour of that noise
Teaching and Knocking his great Boys,
(From hamm'ring out Jove's Thunder) set
To File and Polish Vulcan's Net,
Which he'l catch Mars and Venus in.

Aur.
What now?

[Laughing within.
Phœb.
To laugh the Smiths begin:
At furious Vulcan (halting off
To measure his wife's Bed) they scoff.

Aur.
I'l leave the place; I can no more
Endure the Laughter than the Roar.

[Tuning within.
Phœb.
Heark, they record, they'l sing anon;
'Tis time for Phœbus to be gone:
For when such Lyrick Asses bray,
The God of Musique cannot stay.

[Exeunt Phœbus and Aurora.
The Cyclops Song (within)

Chorus.
Smoke, Smoke breeds the Tisick,
Wine, Wine's the best Physick,
For every Cyclop a full Kan;
Our Tearms runs thus,
Some Wine for Us,
Or no Net for our Master Vulcan.

Enter Vulcan with Iron Links in his hand, and a Horse-shoo revers'd on his head, he drives before him the four Cyclops drunk, wearing half-Vizards with one Eye in the Fore-head.
Vul.
Drink Fire, you Lazie Monsters; Lippari-Wine?
No Liquor down with you, but mine?

1 Cycl.
We made a shift.

Vul.
It seems so, for you reel:
Is this my Cobweb weav'd in Steel?
How horridly it looks—

2 Cycl.
But not so horrid
[He points with two fingers at Vul.
As Vulcan does, who Shooes his forehead.

Vul.
With gaping loop-holes, and wrought all awry:
My Wife's Pox put out thy one Eye.

3 Cycl.
He means her Small-pox, and that seldom misses
The Eye, for 'tis a small Ulysses.

4 Cycl.
I'l dance my Eye out.

Vul.
Let who dare advance
A step; no Rogues, you shall not dance;
I'l lay your legs fast, your heels you may shake
In th'Iron Stocks, those you can make.

Enter two Cupids, (a White and a Black) with Bows and Forked Arrows, with which they point at Vulcan.
1 Cycl.
Not Dance? Cow'rds? here come Cocks that are no dastards;
Two Cupids? Y'have a charge of Bastards.

2 Cycl.
One for the White Men.

3 Cycl.
For the Black another.

4 Cycl.
Your Wife's a very fruitful Mother:
These Cupids shoot in Cross-bows sure, for they
Have forked Arrows?

1 Cycl.
Sa, sa, sa;
We have our Forks too, and though drunk, yet hearty,
We'l joyn with the Malignant Party.

Exeunt Cyclops, and after Vulcan and the Cupids have begun the Dance, the Cyclops return with Kans in their hands, they dance and drink.

When the Antick's done, all cry, Ware Horns, and then run away, onely the White Cupids stays.

Vul.
My Hammer? Dogs, your legs have sav'd your brains,
Still the European Brat remains
Upon the place: Venus's only Joy
Come hither, my Wifes fine White Boy:
You must change Colours, Sirrha, get a robe
As black as Mid-night makes the Globe,
Mourn at thy Mother's Funeral, if thou stay'st,
Thine shall be first—

Cup.
Hold, I'm in haste.
[Exit White Cupid.

Vul.
I'm so too: my Net I cannot make,
'Tis now Venus's time to wake:
Time Vulcan measures by exacter trial
Vul. pulls out a steel Watch.
Than Phœbus does on his Sun-dial:
A Master in my Art I'm known to be,
Though not in the Art of Poetry;
My Verse halts like myself but (day and night)
My Workmanship, this Watch, goes right.

Lean.
Why does he look upon this Watch?

Sal.
It seems
There is a Critical Minute Mars and Venus
Must wake in. What? my Lord Iberio
Iberio and Pyramena discover'd lying on a Bed, at the Bed's feet sits Cupid weeping.
Is Mars?

Lug.
And is not Pyramena Venus?

Dia.
'Tis Pyramena; how durst Decio
Trust her old Servant?

Sal.
Cupid Watches them.

Lean.
Are they not dead? for they look deadly pale.

Enter Decio in a Night-Gown, a Sword in his hand, He looks upon Vulcan's VVatch.
Dec.
Vanish, Impostor; room for the true Vulcan;
The Minute's come; wake, Lovers, wake, I say.

[Iberio and Pyramena start.
Iber.
Wake? did we sleep? did we not both drink poison?

Dec.
Credit the working, 'twas an Opiate,
Onely to make you sleep, till your Friends came
(Stir not, my Lord, nor call for help, in vain)
I sent for your Patron, the Prince, with hope
That in his presence you will be asham'd
To die, the second time, so sensually
Embracing my Wife.

Iber.
Death shall not part us.

Py.
This Knot's a Gordian, never to be loos'd.

Decio draws his Sword.
Dec.
It may be cut, the Macedonian way.

Sal.
Thou dar'st not offer at their Lives?

[Sal. and Lugo draw.
Dec.
And yours,
[Decio stamps, the Cyclops enter with Arms.
If you protect them; shew your Swords the way
Into their Scabbards; mine should be unsheath'd,
But I will put it up, and draw my Tongue
Before these Judges: will you hear?

Sal.
Speak freely.

Dec.
Sir, I invited you, not to assist
The Malefactors, but to sit and judge
The Equity of my Revenge, and Ladies,
Be not afrighted, whatsoe'r I suffer,
No Affront shall be offer'd to your Sex.
The Pris'ners may (if they except against
The Prince and Lugo) make appeal to you.

Dia.
Speaks he not well?

Lean.
He looks exceeding well,
And if his Cause were good.

Dec.
First, I charge you,
My Lord Iberio, with my Sister's death.

Iber.
Falsely, I am not guilty.

Dec.
How? not guilty?
Did not my Sister (upon your Ingagement)
Send for me (then in Candy) but ere I
Could come to Venice, you were got to Naples,
And had disown'd her, which perfidiousness
Soon after broke her heart.

Iber.
You do me wrong,
To charge her Death upon my breach of promise;
Indeed my Father promis'd, I should marry
Your Sister Ericina; and if I
(Who lov'd this Lady) had declar'd my self,
I had been disinherited. My Father
Dying of the Pestilence that reign'd in Venice,
I wont to settle my Affairs in Naples,
And from thence writ your Sister a Discharge.

Dec.
Of Life. For who could live to be so scorn'd
As Ericina was? all Naples call'd her
The Slighted Maid: in short, it cost her life;
And to revenge her death I came to Naples,
Here I past for an insignificant Poet,
A Raillier, invited to all Tables,
Where I but watch'd an Opportunity
To poison you: untill (as luck would have it)
You being fool'd out with your Mistris, she
Fools in with me; but now that she's my Wife,
(Faces about) you are in love again,
And make no scruple of Cuckolding poor Decio.

Iber.
Thou li'st, for Pyramena is as far
From any loose, as thou from noble thoughts.

Dec.
I'l but examine you to that point, then
'Twill appear, who's the liar: were not you
Contracted to my Wife?

Iber.
I was.

Dec.
Conclude;
What the pretension of a Precontract?
Were you not preingag'd to Cuckold me?
Pray, what am I?

Py.
Our Executioner;
Therefore 'tis to no purpose to dissemble
For us that are to dye: I do renounce you,
I'l die Iberio's Wife.

Decio gives a sign to the Cyclops, they unbind Iberio and Pyramena.
Dec.
No, I forbid
The Banes of Death: you shall live Man and Wife,
Your scorn is now sufficiently reveng'd:
Behold the Slighted Maid.

Decio puts off his Night-gown, & discovers himself to be a VVoman.
Iber.
Lives Ericina?

Sal.
What a strange Mother of the Maids is Venice,
That breeds such Furies?

Dec.
But my Brother Decio,
(The very night he came to Venice) di'd
Of that Mortality which took away
My noble Friend, your Father. I conceal'd
My Brother's suddain death, and gave it out
(Eas'ly believ'd) that your neglect kill'd me;
My Brother Decio's Funeral pass'd for mine;
In his shape (putting off my Love and Sex)
I follow'd you, my Lord, as far as Naples,
Here I tri'd several Keys of Death and Fortune,
To open me a door to my Revenge;
But still compassion stept in to your rescue:
Till Hatred springing from your Scorn, was buri'd
In love return'd by one of your own blood,
Enter Arviedo.
The noblest and the sweetest Person living,
Who will not slight me, if you like the Match.

Iber.
So well that Ericina now shall know
Which of my Kinsmen she makes choice of; this
Is Giulio, Heir to the Family
Of Great Gonsalvo; for his poverty
Conceal'd, under the name of Arviedo;
I bred him, and resolv'd the frowning World
Should never know him till he had a Fortune;
A noble one fair Ericina brings.

Arv.
With it I'l serve my Lord, next to my Prince.

Sal.
Nay, the Kings service will go roundly on;
I warrant, she'l bring a whole Nurserie
Of Generals, she'l stock thee with young Gonsalvo's.

Dec.
I'l promise only possibilities;
Though I deserve not the Great Captain's Heir,
I hope to make him (what has been accepted
By King's themselves) a Gentleman of Venice.
Judges, can you pardon a Woman's weakness,
That will revenge her blushes?

Py.
I forgive
The cruelty of Ericina's Spleen,
Which cur'd Iberio's Jealousie.

Sal.
All's pleas'd
With such a fortunate Close. Send for our Coaches,
Mean time, let's have a Dance, as your Grand Mask.
[They Dance.
So, now at the next Chappel we'l be marri'd,
Then at my House I'l treat you, where th'Inviter
Shall be Leandra's Guest. But still there wants
A just Reward for this deserving Soldier,
That boldly, at his lowest ebb of Fortune,
Durst check a Prince in his carier to Vice.

Dec.
Who taking me for (what I seem'd) a Man
That would have given my Wife a wanton freedom,
Advis'd me to be jealous of my Honour;
And when he (swearing to do my commands)
Knew me to be a VVoman, for his Oath's sake,
Against his Nature, he made you my Pris'ner.

Iber.
I'l do my self the honour to advance him.

Sal.
Then make him your Lieutenant-Colonel.

Iber.
I can't, but I'l give him my Regiment,
And get the Vice-Roy to Sign his Commission.

Dec.
And from a Slave, poor Vindex, thou shalt be
(As I have promis'd) made both Rich and Free.

Iber.
Corbulo, manage thou our Candian Arms,
The Battel I must fight in, is, at home.

Cor.
I've not a Courtier's tongue to speak my thanks,
But to the Turk I'l sell my blood so dear,
I hope the Christian Cause will thank my Raiser
For sending me to Candy. My grief is,
I've but one Life to lose for the King's Honour.

Sal.
No, Col'nel, (doubtless) the King's better Stars
Will guard thy life, to serve him nearer Spain.
Let's all now joy this Military Bride-groom.
Patience (thou seest) may lend blind Fortune Eyes
To find out Men, and make low Suff'rers rise.

[Exeunt.