Part 25

_Boats._ The wrongs he has receiv'd from that dull Countrey That's all I know has purchas'd all his cruelty. We fare the better; cheerly, cheerly boys, The ship runs merrily, my Captain's melancholly, And nothing cures that in him but a Sea-fight: I hope to meet a sail boy, and a right one.

_Gun._ That's my hope too; I am ready for the pastime.

_Boats._ I' th' mean time let's bestow a Song upon him, To shake him from his dumps, and bid good day to him. Ho, in the hold.

_Enter a Boy._

_Boy._ Here, here.

_Boats._ To th' Main top, Boy. And thou kenst a ship that dares defie us, Here's Gold.

_Boy._ I am gone. [_Exit Boy._

_Boats._ Come sirs, a quaint _Levet_. [_Trump. a_ Levet. To waken our brave General. Then to our labor.

_Enter Duke of_ Sesse _above, and_ _his daughter_ Martia _like an Amazon._

_Ses._ I thank you loving mates; I thank you all, There's to prolong your mirth, and good morrow to you.

_Daugh._ Take this from me, you're honest, valiant friends; And such we must make much of. Not a sail stirring?

_Gun._ Not any within ken yet.

_Boats._ Without doubt Lady The wind standing so fair and full upon us, We shall have sport anon. But noble General, Why are you still so sad? you take our edge off; You make us dull, and spiritless.

_Ses._ I'll tell ye, Because I will provoke you to be fortunate; For when you know my cause, 'twill double arm you. This woman never knew it yet; my daughter, Some discontents she has.

_Daugh._ Pray sir go forward.

_Ses._ These fourteen years, I have stored it here at Sea, Where the most curious thought could never find it.

_Boats._ Call up the Master, and all the Mates.

_Enter below the Master and Sailers._

_Ses._ Good morrow.

_Mast._ Good morrow to our General, a good one, And to that Noble Lady all good wishes.

_Daugh._ I thank you Master.

_Ses._ Mark me, thus it is then; Which I did never think to have discovered, Till full revenge had wooed me; but to satisfie My faithful friends, thus I cast off my burden. In that short time I was a Courtier, And followed that most hated of all Princes, _Ferrant_, the full example of all mischiefs, Compell'd to follow to my soul a stranger, It was my chance one day to play at Chesse For some few Crowns, with a mynion of this Kings, A mean poor man, that only serv'd his pleasures; Removing of a Rook, we grew to words; From this to hotter anger: to be short, I got a blow.

_Daugh._ How, how my Noble Father:

_Ses._ A blow my girl, which I had soon repaid, And sunk the slave for ever, had not odds Thrust in betwixt us. I went away disgrac'd--

_Daugh._ For honors sake not so Sir.

_Ses._ For that time, wench; But call'd upon him, like a Gentleman, By many private friends; knockt at his valour, Courted his honor hourly to repair me; And though he were a thing my thoughts made slight on, And only worth the fury of my footman, Still I pursu'd him Nobly.

_Daugh._ Did he escape you? My old brave father, could you sit down so coldly?

_Ses._ Have patience, and know all. Pursu'd him fairly, Till I was laugh'd at, scorn'd, my wrongs made Maygames. By him unjustly wrong'd, should be al[l] justice, The slave protected; yet at length I found him, Found him, when he suppos'd all had been buried; And what I had received, durst not be questioned; And then he fell, under my Sword he fell, For ever sunk; his poor life, like the air, Blown in an empty bubble, burst, and left him, No noble wind of memory to raise him. But then began my misery, I fled; The Kings frowns following, and my friends despair; No hand that durst relieve: my Countrey fearful, Basely and weakly fearful of a tyrant; Which made his bad Will worse, stood still and wondred, Their virtues bedrid in 'em; then my girl, A little one, I snatch'd thee from thy Nurse, The modell of thy fathers miseries: And some small wealth was fit for present carriage, And got to Sea; where I profest my anger, And will do, whilst that base ungrateful Countrey, And that bad King, have blood or means to quench me. Now ye know all.

_Mast._ We know all, and admire all; Go on, and do all still, and still be fortunate.

_Daught._ Had you done less, or lost this Noble anger, You had been worthy then mens empty pities, And not their wonders. Go on, and use your justice. And use it still with that fell violence, It first appeared to you; if you go less, Or take a d[o]ting mercy to protection, The honor of a Father I disclaim in you, Call back all duty; and will be prouder of Th' infamous and base name of a whore, Than daughter to a great Duke and a coward.

_Ses._ Mine own sweet _Martia_, no: thou knowst my nature, It cannot, must not be.

_Daugh._ I hope it shall not. But why Sir do you keep alive still young _Ascanio_, Prince of _Rossana_, King _Ferrants_ most belov'd one, You took two months agoe? Why is not he flung overboard, or hang'd?

_Ses._ I'll tell thee girl: It were a mercy in my nature now, So soon to break the bed of his afflictions; I am not so far reconcil'd yet to him, To let him die that were a benefit. Besides, I keep him as a bait and diet, To draw on more, and nearer to the King, I look each hour to hear of his _Armados_, And a hot welcome they shall have.

_Daugh._ But hark you! If you were oversway'd with odds--

_Ses._ I find you: I would not yield; no girl, no hope of yielding, Nor fling my self one hour into their mercies, And give the tyrant hope to gain his kingdom. No, I can sink wench, and make shift to die; A thousand doors are open, I shall hit one. I am no niggard of my life so it go nobly: All waies are equal, and all hours; I care not.

_Daugh._ Now you speak like my father.

_Mast._ Noble General, If by our means they inherit ought but bangs, The mercy of the main yard light upon us. No, we can sink too, Sir, and sink low enough, To pose their cruelties, to follow us: And he that thinks of life, if the world go that way, A thousand cowards suck his bones.

_Gun._ Let the worst come, I can unbreech a Cannon, and without much help Turn her into the Keel; and when she has split it, Every man knows his way, his own prayers, And so good night I think.

_Mast._ We have liv'd all with you, [_Boy a top._ And will die with you General.

_Ses._ I thank you Gentlemen.

_Boy above._ A Sail, a Sail.

_Mast._ A cheerful sound.

_Boy._ A Sail.

_Boats._ Of whence? of whence boy?

_Boy._ A lusty Sail.

_Daugh._ Look right, and look again.

_Boy._ She plows the Sea before her, And fomes i'th' mouth.

_Boats._ Of whence?

_Boy._ I ken not yet sir.

_Ses._ Oh may she prove of _Naples_.

_Mast._ Prove the Devil, We'll spit out fire as thick as she.

_Boy._ Hoy.

_Mast._ Brave boy.

_Boy._ Of _Naples_, _Naples_, I think of _Naples_ Master, Methinks I see the Arms.

_Mast._ Up, up another, And give more certain signs. [_Exit Sailor._

_Ses._ All to your business, And stand but right and true.

_Boats._ Hang him that halts now.

_Boy._ Sh'as us in chase.

_Mast._ We'll spare her our main top-sail, He shall not look us long, we are no starters. Down with the foresail too, we'll spoom before her.

_Mart._ Gunner, good noble Gunner, for my honor Load me but these two Minions in the chape there; And load 'em right, that they may bid fair welcome, And be thine eye, and level as thy heart is.

_Gun._ Madam, I'll scratch 'em out, I'll piss 'em out else.

_Sayl. above._ Ho.

_Ses._ Of whence now?

_Sail._ Of _Naples_, _Naples_, _Naples_. I see her top-Flag, how she quarters _Naples_. I hear her Trumpets.

_Ses._ Down, she's welcome to us. [_Exit Mast. Boats. Gun. Sail._ Every man to his charge, mann her i'th' bow well. And place your Rakers right, Daughter be sparing.

_Mart._ I swear I'll be above Sir, in the thickest, And where most danger is, I'll seek for honor. They have begun, hark how their Trumpets call us. Hark how the wide-mouth'd Cannons sing amongst us. Hark how they sail; out of our shels for shame Sir.

_Ses._ Now fortune and my cause.

_Mart._ Be bold and conquer. [_Exit._

[_Charge Trumpets and shot within._

_Enter Master and Boatswain._

_Mast._ They'll board us once again, they're tuff and valiant.

_Boats._ Twice we have blown 'em into th' air like feathers, And made 'em dance.

_Mast._ Good boys, fight bravely, manly. They come on yet, clap in her stern, and yoke 'em.

_Enter Gunner._

_Gun._ You should not need, I have provision for 'em; Let 'em board once again, the next is ours. Stand bravely to your Pikes, away, be valiant. I have a second course of service for 'em, Shall make the bowels of their Bark ake, boy, The Duke fights like a Dragon. Who dares be idle? [_Exit._

[_Charge Trumpets, Pieces go off._

_Enter Master, Boatswain following._

_Mast._ Down with 'em, stow 'em in.

_Boats._ Cut their throats, 'tis brotherhood to fling 'em into the Sea. The Duke is hurt, so is his lovely Daughter _Martia_. We have the day yet.

_Enter Gunner._

_Gun._ Pox fire 'em, they have smoak'd us, never such plums yet flew.

_Boats._ They have rent the ship, and bor'd a hundred holes She swims still lustily.

_Mast._ She made a brave fight, and she shall be cur'd And make a braver yet.

_Gun._ Bring us some Canns up, I am as hot as fire.

_Enter boy with three Canns._

_Boat._ I am sure I am none o'th' coolest.

_Gun._ My Cannons rung like Bels. Here's to my Mistriss. The dainty sweet brass Minion: split their Fore-Mast, She never fail'd.

_Mast._ Ye did all well, and truly, like faithful honest men.

_Boats._ But is she rich Master? [_Trumpets flourish._

_Enter_ Sesse, Martia, Virolet, _Sailors._

_Mast._ Rich for my Captains purpose howsoever, And we are his. How bravely now he shows, Heated in blood and anger! how do you Sir? Not wounded mortally I hope?

_Sess._ No Master, but only wear the livery of fury. I am hurt, and deep.

_Mast._ My Mistriss too?

_Mart._ A scratch man, My needle would ha done as much good Sir, Be provident and careful.

_Sess._ Prethee peace girl, This wound is not the first blood I have blusht in, Ye fought all like tall men, my thanks among ye, That speaks not what my purse means, but my tongue, soldiers. Now Sir, to you that sought me out, that found me, That found me what I am, the Tyrant's Tyrant; You that were imp'd, the weak arm to his folly, You are welcome to your death.

_Vir._ I do expect it, And therefore need no compliment, but wait it.

_Ses._ Thou bor'st the face once of a Noble Gentleman, Rankt in the first file of the virtuous, By every hopeful spirit, shewed and pointed, Thy Countries love; one that advanc'd her honor, Not tainted with the base and servile uses The Tyrant ties mens souls to. Tell me _Virolet_, If shame have not forsook thee, with thy credit?

_Vir._ No more of these Racks; what I am, I am. I hope not to go free with poor confessions; Nor if I shew ill, will I seem a monster, By making my mind prisoner; do your worst. When I came out to deal with you, I cast it, Only those base inflictions fit for slaves, Because I am a Gentleman.--

_Sess._ Thou art none. Thou wast while thou stoodst good, th' art now a villain. And agent for the devil.

_Vir._ That tongue lies. Give me my sword again, and stand all arm'd; I'll prove it on ye all, I am a Gentleman, A man as fair in honor, rate your prisoners, How poor and like a Pedagogue it shews! How far from Nobleness! 'tis fair, you may kill's; But to defame your victory with foul language.

_Ses._ Go fling him over-board; I'll teach you sirrah.

_Vir._ You cannot teach me to die. I could kill you now With patience, in despising all your cruelties. And make you choke with anger.

_Ses._ Away I say.

_Mar._ Stay Sir, h'as given you such bold language, I am not reconcil'd to him yet, and therefore He shall not have his wish observ'd so nearly, To die when he please; I beseech you stay Sir.

_Ses._ Do with him what thou wilt.

_Mar._ Carry him to th' _Bilboes_, And clap him fast there, with the Prince.

_Vir._ Do Lady, For any death you give, I am bound to bless you.

[_Exit_ Virolet; _and Sailers._

_Mar._ Now to your Cabin, Sir; pray lean upon me, And take your rest, the Surgeons wait all for you.

_Ses._ Thou mak'st me blush to see thee bear thy fortunes; Why, sure I have no hurt, I have not fought sure?

_Mast._ You bleed apace, Sir.

_Mart._ Ye grow cold too.

_Ses._ I must be rul'd, no leaning, My deepest wounds scorn Crutches.

_All._ A brave General. [_Flour. Trumpets, Cornets._

[_Exeunt omnes._

_1 Sail._ Will they not moore her?

_2 Sail._ Not till we come to the Fort, This is too weak a place for our defences, The Carpenters are hard at work; she swims well, And may hold out another fight. The ship we took Burns there to give us light.

_1 Sayl._ She made a brave fight.

_2 Sayl._ She put us all in fear.

_1 Sail._ Beshrew my heart did she. Her men are gone to _Candia_, they are pepper'd, All but this prisoner.

_2 Sayl._ Sure he's a brave fellow.

_1 Sayl._ A stubborn knave, but we have pul'd his bravery. [_He discovers_ Virolet _and_ Ascanio _in the Bilboes._ Look how he looks now: come let's go serve his dyet, Which is but bread and water.

_2 Sayl._ He'll grow fat on't. [_Exeunt Sailors._

_Asca._ I must confess I have endur'd much misery, Even almost to the ruine of my spirit, But ten times more grows my affliction, To find my friend here.

_Vir._ Had we serv'd our Countrey, Or honesties, as we have serv'd our follies, We had not been here now?

_Asca._ 'Tis too true _Virolet_.

_Vir._ And yet my end in vent'ring for your safety, Pointed at more than _Ferrant's_ Will, a base one; Some service for mine own, some for my Nation, Some for my friend; but I am rightly paid, That durst adventure such a noble office, From the most treacherous command of mischief; You know him now?

_Asca._ And when I nearer knew him, Then when I waited, Heaven be witness with me, (And if I lie my miseries still load me) With what tears I have wooed him, with what prayers. What weight of reasons I have laid, what dangers; Then, when the peoples curses flew like storms; And every tongue was whetted to defame him, To leave his doubts, his tyrannies, his slaughters, His fell oppressions: I know I was hated too.

_Vir._ And all mankind that knew him: these confessions Do no good to the world, to heaven they may. Let's study to die well, we have liv'd like coxcombs.

_Asca._ That my misfortune, should lose you too.

_Vir._ Yes; And not only me, but many more, and better: For my life, 'tis not this; or might I save yours, And some brave friends I have engag'd, let me go; It were the meritorious death I wish for, But we must hang or drown like whelps.

_Asca._ No remedy.

_Vir._ On my part I expect none. I know the man, And know he has been netled to the quick too, I know his nature.

_Asca._ A most cruel nature.

_Vir._ His wrongs have bred him up. I cannot blame him.

_Asca._ He has a daughter too, the greatest scorner, And most insulter upon misery.

_Vir._ For those, they are toys to laugh at, not to lead men: A womans mirth or anger, like a meteor Glides and is gone, and leaves no crack behind it; Our miseries would seem like masters to us, And shake our manly spirits into feavers, If we respected those; the more they glory. And raise insulting Trophies on our ruines; The more our virtues shine in patience. Sweet Prince, the name of death was never terrible To him that knew to live; nor the loud torrent Of all afflictions, singing as they swim, A gall of heart, but to a guilty conscience: Whilst we stand fair, though by a two-edg'd storm, We find untimely falls, like early Roses; Bent to the earth, we bear our native sweetness.

_Asca._ Good Sir go on.

_Vir._ When we are little children, And cry and fret for every toy comes cross us; How sweetly do we shew, when sleep steals on us! When we grow great, but our affections greater, And struggle with this stubborn twin, born with us; And tug and pull, yet still we find a Giant: Had we not then the priviledge to sleep, Our everlasting sleep? he would make us idiots; The memory and monuments of good men Are more than lives, and though their tombs want tongues, Yet have they eies that daily sweat their losses; And such a tear from stone, no time can value. To die both young and good, are natures curses As the world saies; ask truth, they are bounteous blessings: For then we reach at Heaven, in our full virtues, And fix our selves new Stars, crown'd with our goodness.

_Asc._ You have double arm'd me. [_Strange Musick within, Ho[b]oys._ Hark what noise is this? What horrid noise is the Sea pleas'd to sing. A hideous _Dirge_ to our deliverance?

_Vir._ Stand fast now.

[_Within strange cries, horrid noise, Trumpets._

_Asc._ I am fixt.

_Vir._ We fear ye not. [_Enter_ Martia. Let death appear in all shapes, we smile on him.

_Asc._ The Lady now.

_Vir._ The face o'th' Mask is alter'd.

_Asc._ What will she do?

_Vir._ Do what she can, I care not.

_Asc._ She looks on you Sir.

_Vir._ Rather she looks through me, But yet she stirs me not.

_Mart._ Poor wretched slaves, Why do you live? or if ye hope for mercy, Why do not you houl out, and fill the hold With lamentations, cries, and base submissions, Worthy our scorn?

_Vir._ Madam, you are mistaken; We are no slaves to you, but to blind fortune; And if she had her eyes, and durst be certain, Certain our friend, I would not bow unto her; I would not cry, nor ask so base a mercy: If you see any thing in our appearance, Worthy your sexes softness and your own glory: Do it for that, and let that good reward it: We cannot beg.

_Mart._ I'll make you beg, and bow too.

_Vir._ Madam for what?

_Mart._ For life; and when you hope it, Then will I laugh and triumph on your baseness.

_Asc._ Madam, 'tis true, there may be such a favour And we may ask it too; ask it with honor; And thank you for that favour, nobly thank you, Though it be death; but when we beg a base life, And beg it of your scorn--

_Vir._ Y'are couzen'd woman, Your handsomness may do much, but not this way; But for your glorious hate--

_Mart._ Are ye so stubborn? 'Death, I will make you bow.

_Vir._ It must be in your bed then; There you may work me to humility.

_Mart._ Why, I can kill thee.

_Vir._ If you do it handsomely; It may be I can thank you, else--

_Mart._ So glorious?

_A[sc]._ Her cruelty now works.

_Mart._ Yet woot thou?

_Vir._ No.

_Mart._ Wilt thou for life sake?

_Vir._ No, I know your subtilty.

_Mart._ For honor sake?

_Vir._ I will not be a Pageant, My mind was ever firm, and so I'll lose it.

_Mart._ I'll starve thee to it.

_Vir._ I'll starve my self, and cross it.

_Mart._ I'll lay thee on such miseries--

_Vir._ I'll wear 'em, And with that wantonness, you do your Bracelets.

_Mart._ I'll be a month a killing thee.

_Vir._ Poor Lady, I'll be a month a dying then: what's that? There's many a Calenture out-does your cruelty.

_Mart._ How might I do in killing of his body, To save his Noble mind? Who waits there?

_Enter a Sailor, with a rich Cap and Mantle._

_Sayl._ Madam.

_Mart._ Unbolt this man, and leave those things behind you: And so away, now put 'em on. [_Exit Sailer._

_Vir._ To what end?

_Mart._ To my End, to my Will.

_Vir._ I will.

_Mart._ I thank you.

_Vir._ Nay, now you thank me, I'll do more, I'll tell ye, I am a servant to your courtesie. And so far will be woo'd: but if this triumph Be only aim'd to make your mischief glorious; Lady, y'ave put a richer shroud upon me, Which my strong mind shall suffer in.

_Mart._ Come hither, And all thy bravery put into thy carriage, For I will admire thee.

_Vir._ Whither will this woman?

_Asc._ Take heed my friend.

_Mart._ Look as thou scorn'dst my cruelty: I know thou dost.

_Vir._ I never fear'd nor flatter'd.

_Mart._ No if thou hadst, thou hadst died, and I had gloried. I suffer now, and thou which art my prisoner, Hast nobly won the free power to despise me. I love thee, and admire thee for thy Nobleness; And, for thy manly sufferance, am thy servant.

_Vir._ Good Lady, mock me not.

_Mart._ By heaven I love thee; And by the soul of love, am one piece with thee. Thy mind, thy mind; thy brave, thy manly mind: That like a Rock, stands all the storms of fortune, And beats 'em roaring back they cannot reach thee: That lovely mind I dote on, not the body; That mind has rob'd me of my liberty: That mind has darken'd all my bravery, And into poor despis'd things, turn'd my angers. Receive me to your love Sir, and instruct me; Receive me to your bed, and marry me; I'll wait upon you, bless the hour I knew you.

_Vir._ Is this a new way?

_Mart._ If you doubt my faith. First take your liberty; I'll make it perfect, Or any thing within my power.

_Vir._ I love you; But how to recompence your love with marriage? Alas, I have a wife.

_Mart._ Dearer tha[n] I am? That will adventure so much for your safety? Forget her father's wrongs, quit her own honor, Pull on her, for a strangers sake, all curses?

_Vir._ Shall this Prince have his freedom too? Else all I love is gone, all my friends perish.

_Mart._ He shall.

_Vir._ What shall I do?

_Mart._ If thou despise my courtesie, When I am dead, for grief I am forsaken, And no soft hand left to asswage your sorrows; Too late, but too true, curse your own cruelties.

_Asca._ Be wise; if she be true, no thred is left else, To guide us from this labyrinth of mischief; Nor no way for our friends.

_Vir._ Thus then I take you: I bind ye to my life, my love.