Part 23

_Scæna Quarta._

_Enter_ Philippo, _and_ Leocadia.

_Ph._ Will you not hear me!

_Leo._ I have heard so much Will keep me deaf for ever; No, _Mark-antonio_ After thy sentence, I may hear no more, Thou hast pronounc'd me dead.

_Phi._ Appeal to reason, She will reprieve you from the power of grief, Which rules but in her absence; Hear me say A soveraign message from her, which in duty, And love to your own safety, you ought hear: Why do you strive so? whither would you flie? You cannot wrest your self away from care You may from counsel; you may shift your place But not your person; and another Clyme Makes you no other.

_Leo._ Oh.

_Phi._ For passions sake, (Which I do serve, honor, and love in you) If you will sigh, sigh here; If you would vary A sigh to tears, or out-cry, do it here. No shade, no desart, darkness, nor the grave Shall be more equal to your thoughts than I, Only but hear me speak.

_Leo._ What would you say?

_Phi._ That which shall raise your heart, or pull down mine, Quiet your passion, or provoke mine own; We must have both one balsome, or one wound, For know (lov'd fair) since the first providence Made me your rescue, I have read you through, And with a wondring pity look'd on you, I have observ'd the method of your blood, And waited on it even with sympathy Of a like Red, and Paleness in mine own; I knew which blush was angers, which was loves, Which was the eye of sorrow, which of truth: And could distinguish honor from disdain In every change: and you are worth my study; I saw your voluntary misery Sustain'd in travel: A disguis'd Maid Wearied with seeking: and with finding lost, Neglected, where you hop'd most, or put by; I saw it, and have laid it to my heart, And though it were my Sister which was righted, Yet being by your wrong, I put off nature, Could not be glad, where I [was] bound to triumph; My care for you, so drown'd respect of her; Nor did I only apprehend your bonds, But studied your release: and for that day Have I made up a ransom, brought [you] health Preservative 'gainst chance, or injury Please you apply it to the grief; my self.

_Leo._ Humph.

_Phi._ Nay, do not think me less than such a cure, _Antonio_ was not; And 'tis possible _Philippo_ may succeed: My bloud and house Are as deep rooted: and as fairly spread, As _Mark-antonio_['_s_], and in that, all seek, Fortune hath given him no precedency: As for our thanks to Nature I may burn Incense as much as he; I ever durst Walk with _Antonio_ by the self-same light At any feast, or triumph, and ne'r car'd Which side my Lady or her woman took In their survey; I durst have told my tale too Though his discourse new ended.

_Leo._ My repulse.

_Phil._ Let not that torture you, w[h]ich makes me happy Nor think that conscience (fair) which is no shame 'Twas no repulse, [I] was your Dowry rather: For then methought a thousand graces met To make you lovely, and ten thousand stories Of constant virtue, which you then out-reach'd, In one example did proclaim you rich: Nor do I think you wretched, or disgrac'd, After this suffering, and do therefore take Advantage of your need; but rather know You are the charge and business of those powers, Who, like best Tutors, do inflict hard tasks Upon great Natures, and of noblest hopes; Read trivial Lessons, and halfe lines to sluggs; They that live long, and never feel mischance, Spend more than halfe their age in ignorance.

_Leo._ 'Tis well you think so.

_Phi._ You shall think so too, You shall sweet _Leocadia_, and do so.

_Leo._ Good Sir no more; you have too fair a shape To play so foul a part in, as the Tempter: Say that I [could] make peace with fortune, who, Who should absolve me of my vow yet; ha? My Contract made?

_Phi._ Your Contract?

_Leo._ Yes, my Contract, Am I not his? his wife?

_Phi._ Sweet, nothing less.

_Leo._ I have no name then?

_Phi._ Truly then you have not; How can you be his wife, who was before Anothers Husband?

_Leo._ Oh, though he dispence With his faith given, I cannot with mine.

_Phi._ You do mistake (cleer soul) his precontract Doth annul yours, and you have giv'n no faith That ties you in Religion, or humanity, You rather sin against that greater precept, To covet what's anothers; Sweet, you do Believe me, who dare not urge dishonest things, Remove that scruple therefore, and but take Your dangers now, into your judgements skale And weigh them with your safeties: Think but whither Now you can goe: what you can do to live? How near you ha' barr'd all Ports [to] your own succor, Except this one that I here open: Love Should you be left alone, you were a prey To the wild lust of any, who would look Upon this shape like a temptation And think you want the man you personate Would not regard this shift, which love put on As virtue forc'd, but covet it like vice; So should you live the slander of each Sex, And be the child of error and of shame, And which is worse, even _Mark-antonie_ Would be call'd just, to turn a wanderer off, And Fame report you worthy his contempt; Where if you make new choice, and settle here There is no further tumult in this flood, Each current keeps his course, and all suspitions Shall return honors: Came you forth a Maid? Go home a Wife? alone? and in disguise? Go home a waited _Leocadia_: Go home, and by the vir[t]ue of that charm Transform all mischiefs, as you are transform'd; Turn your offended Fathers wrath to wonder, A[n]d all his loud grief to a silent welcome: Unfold the Riddles you have made, what say you?

_Enter_ Sanchio _carried,_ Alphonso, _and Servants._

Now is the time; delay is but despair, If you be chang'd, let a kiss tell me so.

_Leo._ I am: but how, I rather feel than know.

_Sanc._ Come Sir; you are welcome now to _Barcelona_, Take off my hood.

_Phi._ Who be these? stay, let's view 'em?

_Alph._ 'Twas a long journey: are you not weary Sir?

_Sanc._ Weary? I could have rid it in mine Armour.

_Leo._ Alas!

_Phi._ What ail you dear?

_Leo._ It is my Father.

_Phi._ Your Father: which?

_Leo._ He that is carried: oh Let us make hence.

_Phi._ For loves sake: good my heart.

_Leo._ Into some house before he see me.

_Phi._ Dear, Be not thus frighted.

_Leo._ Oh his wrath is tempest.

_Phi._ Sweet, take your spirit to you, and stay, be't he, He cannot know you in this habit, and me I'm sure he less knows, for he never saw me.

_Alph._ Ha? who is that? my Son _Philippo_?

_Phi._ Sir.

_Alph._ Why, what make you here? Is this _Salamanca_? And that your study? ha? nay stay him too, We'll see him by his leave.

_Serv._ You must not strive Sir.

_Alph._ No, no, come near.

_Sanc._ My Daughter: _Leocadia_?

_Alph._ How Sir, your Daughter?

_Sanc._ Yes Sir, and as sure As that's your Son: Come hither: what now? run Out o' your sex? breech'd? was't not enough At once to leave thy Father, and thine honor, Unless th' hadst quit thy self too.

_Phi._ Sir, what fault She can be urg'd of, I must take on me The guilt and punishment.

_Sanc._ You must Sir: how If you shall not, though you must? I deal not With boys Sir; I, you have a Father here Shall do me right.

_Alph._ Thou art not mad _Philippo_? Art thou _Mark-antonie_? Son to _Leonardo_? Our business is to them.

_Sanc._ No, no, no, no. I'll ha' the business now; with you, none else, Pray you let's speak, in private: (carry me to him) Your Son's the ravisher Sir, and here I find him: I hope you'll give me cause to think you noble, And do me right, with your sword Sir, as becomes One gentleman of honor to another; All this is fair Sir: here's the Sea fast by, Upon the sands, we will determine 'Tis that I call you to; let's make no daies on't, I'll lead your way; to the sea-side Rascals.

_Phil._ Sir I would beseech your stay; he may not follow you.

_San._ No, turn, I'll kill him here then: Slaves, Rogues, Bloks. Why do you not bear me to him? ha' you been Acquainted with my motions, loggs, so long And yet not know to time 'em.

_Phi._ Were you Sir Not impotent.

_Alph._ Hold you your peace Boy.

_Sanc._ Impotent, 'Death, I'll cut his throat first, and then his Fathers.

_Alph._ You must provide you then a sharper Razor Than is your tongue, for I not fear your sword.

_Sanc._ 'Heart bear me to either of 'em.

_Phi._ Pray Sir your patience.

_Enter Governor and Attendants._

_Alph._ My curse light on thee if thou stay him.

_Phi._ Hold.

_Gov._ Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen, what tumult Is this you raise i'th' street? before my door? Know you what 'tis to draw a weapon here?

_Sanc._ Yes, and to use it (bear me up to him, Rogues) Thus, at a Traitors heart.

_Alph._ Truer than thine.

_Gov._ Strike, strike; Some of the people disarm 'em, Kill 'em if they resist.

_Phi._ Nay generous Sir Let not your courtesie turn fury now.

_Gov._ Lay hold upon 'em, take away their weapons, I will be worth an answer, e'r we part.

_Phi._ 'Tis the Governor Sir.

_Alph._ I yield my self.

_Sanch._ My Sword? what thinkst thou of me? pray thee tell me.

1 _Attend._ As of a Gentleman.

_Sanch._ No more?

1 _Attend._ Of worth, And quality.

_Sanch._ And I should quit my sword There were small worth or quality in that friend; Pray thee learn thou more worth and quality Than to demand it.

_Gov._ Force it I say.

1 _Attend._ The Governor You hear, commands.

_Sanch._ The Governr shall pardon me.

_Phi._ How, _Leocadia_ gone again? [_Exit_ Phi.

_Sanch._ He shall friend I' th' point of honor; by his leave, so tell him, His person and authority I acknowledge, And do submit me to it; but my Sword, He shall excuse me, were he fifteen Governors; That and I dwell together, and must yet Till my hands part, assure him.

_Gov._ I say force it.

_Sanch._ Stay, hear me. Hast thou ever read _Caranza_? Understandst thou honor, Noble Governor?

_Gov._ For that we'll have more fit dispute.

_Sanch._ Your name Sir?

_Gov._ You shall know that too: but on colder terms, Your blood and brain are now too hot to take it.

_Sanch._ Force my Sword from me? this is an affront.

_Gov._ Bring 'em away.

_Sanch._ You'll do me reparation. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Philippo.

_Phi._ I have for ever lost her, and am lost, And worthily: my lameness hath undone me; She's gone hence, asham'd of me: yet I seek her. Will she be ever found to me again, Whom she saw stand so poorly, and dare nothing In her defence, here? when I should have drawn This Sword out like a Meteor, and have shot it In both our Parents eies, and left 'em blind Unto their impotent angers? Oh I am worthy On whom this loss and scorn should light to death Without the pity that should wish me better, Either alive, or in my Epitaph.

_Enter_ Leonardo, Mark-Antonio.

_Leo._ Well Son, your Father is too near himself And hath too much of nature to put off Any affection that belongs to you, I could have only wish'd you had acquainted Her Father, whom it equally concerns, Though y'had presum'd on me: it might have open'd An easier gate, and path to both our joyes: For though I am none of those flinty Fathers That when their children do but natural things, Turn rock and offence straight: yet _Mark-antonio_, All are not of my quarry.

_Mar._ 'Tis my fear Sir; And if hereafter I should e'r abuse So great a piety, it were my malice.

_Enter Attendants_.

_Atten._ We must intreat you Gentlemen to take Another room, the Governor is coming Here, on some business.

_Enter Governor_, Sanchio, Alphonso. _Attendants_.

_Mar._ We will give him way.

_Sanch._ I will have right Sir on you; that believe, If there be any Marshals Court in _Spain_.

_Gov._ For that Sir we shall talk.

_Sanch._ ---- Do not slight me, Though I am without a Sword.

_Gov._ Keep to your Chair Sir.

_Sanch._ ---- Let me fall, and hurle my chair! (slaves) at him.

_Gov._ You are the more temper'd man Sir: let me intreat Of you the manner how this brawl fell out.

_Alph._ Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much: But here we came Sir to this Town together, Both in one business, and one wrong, engag'd, To seek one _Leonardo_, an old _Genoese_, I ha' said enough there; would you more? false father Of a false son, call'd _Mark-antonio_, Who had stole both our Daughters; and which Father Conspiring with his Son in treachery, It seem'd, to flie our satisfaction, Was, as we heard, come private to this Town Here to take ship for _Italy_.

_Leo._ You heard More than was true then: by the fear, or falshood, And though I thought not to reveal my self (Pardon my manners in't to you) for some Important reasons; yet being thus character'd And challeng'd, know I dare appear, and doe To who dares threaten.

_Mar._ I say he is not worthy The name of man, or any honest preface, That dares report or credit such a slander. Do you Sir say it?

_Alph._ I doe say it.

_Gov._ Hold. Is this your father Signior _Mark-antonio_? You have ill requited me thus to conceal him From him would honor him, and do him service.

_Enter_ Eugenia.

_Leon._ 'Twas not his fault Sir.

_Eug._ Where's my Lord?

_Gov._ Sweet-heart.

_Eug._ Know you these Gentlemen? they are all the fathers Unto our friends.

_Gov._ So it appears my Dove.

_Sanch._ Sir, I say nothing: I do want a Sword. And till I have a Sword I will say nothing.

_Eug._ Good Sir, command these Gentlemen their Arms; Entreat 'em as your friends, not as your prisoners. Where be their Swords?

_Gov._ Restore each man his weapon.

_Sanch._ It seems thou hast not read _Caranza_, fellow I must have reparation of honor, As well as this: I find that wounded.

_Gov._ Sir, I did not know your quality, if I had 'Tis like I should have done you more respects.

_Sanch._ It is sufficient, by _Caranza's_ rule.

_Eug._ I know it is Sir.

_Sanch._ Have you read _Caranza_ Lady?

_Eug._ If you mean him that writ upon the Duel, He was my kinsman.

_Sanch._ Lady, then you know By the right noble writings of your kinsman, My honor is as dear to me, as the Kings.

_Eug._ 'Tis very true Sir.

_Sanch._ Therefore [I] must crave Leave to go on now with my first dependance.

_Eug._ What ha' you more?

_Gov._ None here good Signior.

_Sanch._ I will, refer me to _Caranza_ still.

_Eug._ Nay love, I prethee let me manage this. With whom is't Sir?

_Sanch._ With that false man _Alphonso_.

_Eug._ Why he has th' advantage Sir, in legs.

_Sanch._ But I In truth, in hand and heart, and a good Sword.

_Eug._ But how if he will not stand you Sir?

_Alph._ For that, Make it no question Lady, I will stick My feet in earth down by him, where he dare.

_Sanch._ O would thou wouldst.

_Alph._ I'll do't.

_Sanch._ Let me kiss him. I fear thou wilt not yet.

_Eug._ Why Gentlemen, If you'll proceed according to _Caranza_, Methinks an easier way, were [two] good chairs, So you would be content Sir, to be bound, 'Cause he is lame? I'll fit you with like weapons, Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. If The difference between you be so mortal, It cannot be tane up.

_Sanch._ Tane up? take off This head first.

_Alph._ Come bind me in a chair.

_Eug._ Yes, do.

_Gait._ What mean you, Dove.

_Eug._ Let me alone, And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' done Lend me two Ponyards; I'll have Pistols ready Quickly. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Philippo.

_Phi._ She is not here _Mark-antonio_, Saw you not _Leocadia_?

_Mar._ Not I brother.

_Phi._ Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her.

_Mar._ I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it?

_Phi._ You were not worthy of her.

_Mar._ May be I was not; But 'tis not well, you tell me so.

_Phi._ My Sister Is not so fair.

_Mar._ It skils not.

_Phi._ Nor so virtuous.

_Mar._ Yes, she must be as virtuous.

_Phi._ I would fain--

_Mar._ What brother?

_Phi._ Strike you.

_Mar._ I shall not bear strokes, Though I do these strange words.

_Phi._ Will you not kill me?

_Mar._ For what good brother?

_Phi._ Why, for speaking well Of _Leocadia_.

_Mar._ No indeed.

_Phi._ Nor ill Of _Theodosia_?

_Enter_ Eugenia, Leocadia, Theodosia, _and one with two Pistols_.

_Mar._ Neither.

_Phi._ Fare you well then.

_Eug._ Nay, you shall have as noble seconds too As ever Duelists had; give 'em their weapons: Now _St. Jago_.

_Sanch._ Are they charg'd?

_Eug._ Charg'd Sir? I warrant you.

_Alph._ Would they were well discharg'd.

_Sanch._ I like a Sword much better I confess.

_Eug._ Nay, wherefore stay you? shall I mend your mark? Strike one another, thorough these?

_Phi._ My love.

_Alph._ My _Theodosia_.

_Sanch._ I ha' not the heart.

_Alph._ Nor I.

_Eug._ Why here is a dependence ended. Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to you Your Sons and Daughters, and be friends. A feast Waits you within, is better than your fray: Lovers, take you your own, and all forbear Under my roof, either to blush or fear. My love, what say you? could _Caranza_ himself Carry a business better?

_Gov._ It is well: All are content I hope, and we well eas'd. If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd. [_Exeunt._

Prologue.

_To this place Gentlemen, full many a day_ _We have bid ye welcome; and to many a Play:_ _And those whose angry souls were not diseas'd_ _With Law, or lending Money, we have pleas'd;_ _And make no doubt to do again. This night_ _No mighty matter, nor no light,_ _We must intreat you look for: A good tale,_ _Told in two hours, we will not fail_ _If we be perfect, to rehearse ye: New_ _I am sure it is, and handsome; but how true_ _Let them dispute that writ it. Ten to one_ _We please the Women, and I would know that man_ _Follows not their example? If ye mean_ _To know the Play well, travel with the Scene._ _For it lies upon the Road; if we chance tire,_ _As ye are good men, leave us not i'th' mire,_ _Another bait may mend us: If you grow_ _A little gall'd or weary; cry but hoa,_ _And we'll stay for ye. When our journey ends_ _Every mans Pot I hope, and all part friends._

THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE.

A Tragedy.

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The Persons Represented in the Play.

Ferrand, _The libidinous Tyrant of_ Naples. Virolet, _A noble Gent, studious of his Countries freedom._ Brissonet, Camillo, _Two honest Gentlemen, confederates with_ Virolet. Ronvere, _A villain, Captain of the Guard._ Villio, _A Court fool._ Castruccio, _A court Parasite._ Pandulpho, _A noble Gentleman of_ Naples, _father to_ Virolet. The Duke of _Sesse, An enemy to_ Ferrand, _proscribed and turn'd Pirate._ Ascanio, _Nephew and successor to_ Ferrand. Boy, _Page to Virolet._ Master. Gunner. Boatswain. Chirurgion. Sailors. Doctor. Citizens. Guard. Soldiers. Servants.

WOMEN.

Juliana, _The matchl[ess] Wife of_ Virolet, Martia, _Daughter to the Duke of_ Sesse.

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The Scene Naples.

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The principal Actors were

_Joseph Tailor_, _Robert Benfield_, _John Underwood_, _George Birch_, _John Lowin_, _Rich. Robinson_, _Nich. Tooly_, _Rich. Sharp_.

_Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Virolet, _and Boy._

_Vir._ Boy.

_Boy._ Sir?

_Vir._ If my wife seek me, tell her that Designs of weight, too heavy for her knowledge, Exact my privacy.

_Boy._ I shall, Sir.

_Vir._ Do then, And leave me to my self.

_Boy._ 'Tis a raw morning And would you please to interpret that for duty Which you may construe boldness, I could wish To arm your self against it, you would use More of my service.

_Vir._ I have heat within here, A noble heat (good boy) to keep it off, I shall not freeze; deliver my excuse, [_Enter_ Juliana. And you have done your part.

_Boy._ That is prevented, My Lady follows you.

_Vir._ Since I must be crost then, Let her perform that office.

_Boy._ I obey you. [_Exit._

_Vir._ Prethee to bed; to be thus fond's more tedious Than if I were neglected.

_Jul._ 'Tis the fault then Of Love and Duty, which I would fall under, Rather than want that care which you may challenge As due to my obedience.

_Vir._ I confess This tenderness argues a loving Wife, And more deserves my hearts best thanks, than anger. Yet I must tell ye Sweet, you do exceed In your affection, if you would ingross me To your delights alone.

_Jul._ I am not jealous, If my embraces have distasted you, As I must grant you every way so worthy That 'tis not in weak woman to deserve you, Much less in miserable me, that want Those graces, some more fortunate are stor'd with. Seek any whom you please, and I will study With my best service to deserve those favors, That shall yield you contentment.

_Vir._ You are mistaken.

_Jul._ No, I am patient Sir, and so good morrow; I will not be offensive.

_Vir._ Hear my reasons.

_Jul._ Though in your life a widdows bed receives me, For your sake I must love it. May she prosper That shall succeed me in it, and your ardor Last longer to her.

_Vir._ By the love I bear, First to my Countreys peace; next to thy self To whom compar'd, my life I rate at nothing; Stood here a Lady that were the choice abstract Of all the beauties nature ever fashion'd, Or Art gave ornament to, compar'd to thee, Thus as thou art obedient and loving, I should contemn and loath her.

_Jul._ I doe believe. How I am blest In my assur'd belief! this is unfeign'd; And why this sadness then?

_Vir._ Why _Juliana_, Believe me, these my sad and dull retirements, My often, nay almost continued Fasts, Sleep banisht from my eyes, all pleasures, strangers, Have neither root nor growth from any cause That may arrive at Woman. Shouldst thou be, As chastity forbid, false to my bed, I should lament my fortune, perhaps punish Thy falshood, and then study to forget thee: But that which like a never-emptied spring, Feeds high the torrent of my swelling grief, Is what my Countrey suffers; there's a ground Where sorrow may be planted, and spring up, Through yielding rage, and womanish despair, And yet not shame the owner.

_Jul._ I do believe it true, Yet I should think my self a happy woman, If, in this general and timely mourning, I might or give to you, or else receive A little lawful comfort.