Part 26

_Mart._ I take you, And with the like bond tye my heart your servant; W' are now almost at Harbor, within this hour, In the dead watch, I'll have the Long-boat ready; And when I give the word, be sure you enter, I'll see ye furnisht both immediately, And like your self; some trusty man shall wait you, The watch I'll make mine own; only my love Requires a stronger vow, which I'll administer Before we go.

_Vir._ I'll take it to confirm you.

_Mart._ Goe, in there are the keys, unlock his fetters, And arm ye Nobly both; I'll be with you presently; And so this loving kiss.

_Ascan._ Be constant Lady. [_Exeunt omnes._

_Enter the Duke of_ Sesse _by_ _Torch-light, Master and Surgeon with him._

_Surg._ You grow so angry Sir, your wound goes backward.

_Ses._ I am angry at the time, at none of you, That sends but one poor subject for revenge; I would have all the Court, and all the villanie, Was ever practis'd under that foul _Ferrant_ Tyrant, and all to quench my wrath.

_Mast._ Be patient, Your grace may find occasion every hour, For certain they will seek you to satisfie, And to the full, your anger.

_Ses._ 'Death, they dare not: They know that I command death, feed his hunger, And when I let him loose----

_Surg._ You'll never heal Sir, If these extreams dwell in you, you are old, And burn your spirits out with this wild anger.

_Ses._ Thou liest, I am not old, I am as lusty And full of manly heat as them, or thou art.

_Mast._ No more of that.

_Ses._ And dare seek out a danger; And hold him at the swords point, when thou tremblest And creepest into thy box of salves to save thee. Oh Master, I have had a dreadful dream to night! Me-thought the ship was all on fire, and my lov'd Daughter To save her life, leapt into the Sea; where suddainly A stranger snatcht her up, and swam away with her.

_Mast._ 'Twas but the heat o'th' fight Sir.

[_Boatswain within, and Sailor._

_Boats._ Look out, what's that?

_Sail._ The Long-boat as I live.

_Boats._ Ho, there i'th' Long-Boat.

_Ses._ What noise is that? [_Hoy._

[_Mast._] I hear Sir, ---- [_Exit Master._

_Boats._ The devil or his dam; hail her agen boys.

_Sail._ The Long-boat, ho, the Long-boat.

_Ses._ Why, the Long-boat. Where is the Long-boat?

_Boats._ She is stolen off.

_Enter Master._

_Ses._ Who stole her? Oh my prophetique soul!

_Mast._ Your Daughters gone Sir? The prisoners and six Sailors, Rogues.

_Ses._ Mischief, six thousand plagues sail with 'em; They'r in her yet, make out.

_Mast._ We have ne'r a Boat.

_Enter Gunner._

_Gun._ Who knew of this trick?

_Ses._ Weigh Anchors and away.

_Boats._ We ha no wind Sir, They'll beat us with their Oars.

_Ses._ Then sink 'em Gunner, Oh sink 'em, sink 'em, sink 'em, claw 'em Gunner; As ever thou hast lov'd me.

_Gun._ I'll do reason, But I'll be hang'd before I'll hurt the Lady. [_Exit Gun._

_Ses._ Who knew of this? [_Trump. a piece or two go off._

_Mast._ We stand all clear.

_Ses._ What Devil Put this base trick into her tail? my Daughter, And run away with rogues! I hope she's sunk, [_A piece or two._ Or torn to pieces with the shot, rots find her, The leprosie of whore stick ever to her, Oh she has ruin'd my revenge.

_Enter Gunner._

_Gun._ She is gone, Sir. I cannot reach her with my shot.

_Ses._ Rise winds, [blow till you burst the aire,] Blow till ye burst the Air, and swell the Seas, That they may sink the Stars, Oh dance her, dance her; Shee's impudently wanton, dance her, dance her, Mount her upon your surges, cool her, cool her; She runs hot like a whore, cool her, cool her, Oh now a shot to sink her, cut Cables, I will away, and where she sets her foot Although it be in _Ferrants_ Court, I'll follow her, And such a Fathers vengeance shall she suffer---- Dare any man stand by me?

_Mast._ All, all.

_Boats._ All Sir.

_Gun._ And the same cup you taste.

_Ses._ Cut Cables then; For I shall never sleep nor know what peace is, Till I have pluckt her heart out;

_All within._ Oh main there. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Ferrant, Ronvere, Castruccio, Villio, _and Guard._

_Ron._ You are too gentle, Sir. [_Flourish Cornets._

_Fer._ You are too careless: The creatures I have made, no way regard me: Why should I give you names, titles of honor, Rob families to fill your private houses. For your advancement, draw all curses on me, Wake tedious winter nights, to make them happy That for me break no slumber?

_Ron._ What we can, We dare do.

_Fer._ Why is your Soverigns life then (In which you live, and in whose fall your honors, Your wealth, your pomp, your pride, and all must suffer) No better guarded? Oh my cruel Stars, That mark me out a King, raising me on This pinnacle of greatness, only to be The nearer blasting!

_Vil._ What think you now _Castruccio_? Is not this a merry life?

_Cast._ Still thou art couzen'd; It is a glorious royal discontentment; How bravely it becomes him!

_Fer._ To be made The common Butt, for every slave to shoot at; No peace, no rest I take, but their alarms Beat at my heart: why do I live, or seek then, To add a day more to these glorious troubles? Or to what end when all I can arrive at, Is but the summing up of fears and sorrows? What power has my command, when from my bosom _Ascanio_, my most dear, and lov'd _Ascanio_, Was snatch'd, spite of my Will, spite of my Succor, And by mine own proud slave, retein'd most miserable? And still that villain lives to nip my pleasures, It being not within my power to reach him.

_Ro[n]._ Time may restore all this; and would you hear Whose counsel never fail'd you.

_Fer._ Tell me no more, I faint beneath the burthen of my cares; And yield my self most wretched.

_Ron._ On my knees I beg it, mighty Sir, vouchsafe me hearing.

_Fer._ Speak, speak, and I thus low, such is my fortune, Will hear what thou canst say.

_Vil._ Look but on this, Has not a man that has but means to keep A Hawk, a Greyhound, and a Hunting Nag, More pleasure than this King?

_Cast._ A dull fool still, Make me a King, and let me scratch with care, And see who'll have the better; give me rule Command, obedience, pleasure of a King, And let the Devil roar; The greatest corrosive A King can have, is of more precious tickling, And handled to the height, more dear delight, Than other mens whole lives, let 'em be safe too.

_Vil._ Think of the mutinous people.

_Cast._ Hang the people, Give me the pleasure, let me do all, awe all, Enjoy their Wives and States at my discretion, And peg 'em when I please, let the slaves mumble.

_Vil._ But say they should be vex'd, and rise against thee?

_Cast._ Let 'em rise, let 'em rise: give me the bridle here, And see if they can crack my girths: ah _Villio_, Under the Sun there's nothing so voluptuous As riding of this Monster, till he founder.

_Fer._ Who's that so loud?

_Cast._ I am dumb: is not this rare? Kings looks make _Pythagoreans_; is not this A happiness _Villio_?

_Vil._ Yes, to put to silence A fawning sycophant.

_Fer._ Thou speak'st truth in all, And mercy is a vice, when there needs rigor, Which I, with all severity, will practice; And since, as subjects they pay not obedience, They shall be forc'd as slaves: I will remove Their means to hurt, and with the means, my fears; Goe you the fatal executioners Of my commands, and in our name proclaim, That from this hour I do forbid all meetings, All private conferences in the City: To feast a neighbor shall be death: to talk, As they meet in the streets, to hold discourse, By writing, nay by signs; see this perform'd, And I will call your cruelty, to those That dare repine at this, to me true service.

_1 Gard._ This makes for us.

_2 Gard._ I, now we have employments, If we grow not rich, 'twere fit we should be beggars.

_Fer. Ronvere._ [_Exit Guard._

_Ron._ My Lord.

_Cast._ Thou enemy to Majesty? What think'st thou of a kingdom?

_Vil._ As of a man That hath power to do ill.

_Cast._ Or a thing rather That does divide an Empire with the gods; Observe but with how little breath he shakes A populous City, which would stand unmov'd Against a whirlwind.

_Vil._ Then you make him more Than him that rules the winds.

_Cast._ For me I do profess it, Were I offer'd to be any thing on earth I would be mighty _Ferrant_.

_Fer._ Who names me? Deliver thy thoughts slave, thy thoughts, and truly Or be no more.

_Cast._ They rather will deserve Your favour than your fury; I admire, (As who does not, that is a loyal subject?) Your wisdom, power, your perfect happiness, The most blest of mankind.

_Fer._ Didst thou but feel The weighty sorrows that sit on a Crown, Though thou shouldst find one in the streets _Castruccio_. Thou wouldst not think it worth the taking up; But since thou art enamour'd of my fortune, Thou shalt e'r long taste of it.

_Cast._ But one day, And then let me expire.

_Fer._ Goe to my Wardrobe, And of the richest things I wear, cull out, What thou thinkst fit: do you attend him sirrah?

_Vil._ I warrant you I shall be at his elbow, The fool will never leave him. [_Exit_ Cast., Villio.

_Cast._ Made for ever. [_A shout within._

_Fer._ What shout is that, draw up our Guards.

_Enter_ Virolet, Ascanio, _and a Servant._

_Ron._ Those rather Speak joy than danger. Bring her to my house, I would not have her seen here.

_Fer._ My _Ascanio_! The most desir'd of all men, let me die In these embraces; how wert thou redeem'd?

_Asc._ Sir, this is my preserver.

_Fer._ At more leisure, I will enquire the manner, and the means, I cannot spare so much time now from my More strickt embraces: _Virolet_, welcome too, This service weighs down your intended Treason; You long have been mine enemy, learn now To be my friend and loyal, I ask no more, And live as free as _Ferrant_; let him have The forty thousand crowns I gladly promis'd, For my _Ascanio_'s freedom, and deliver His Father, and his wife to him in safety, Something hath passed which I am sorry for, But 'twill not now be help'd; come my _Ascanio_, And reap the harvest of my winter travels. [_Flourish Cornets._ My best _Ascanio_, my lov'd _Ascanio_.

_Vir._ My Lord, all former passages forgot, [_Exit_ Fer., _Ascanio._ I am become a suitor.

_Ron._ To me _Virolet_?

_Vir._ To you, yet will not beg the courtesie, But largely pay you for it.

_Ron._ To the purpose.

_Vir._ The forty thousand crowns the King hath given me, I will bestow on you, if by your means I may have liberty for a divorce Between me and my wife.

_Ron._ Your _Juliana_? That for you hath indur'd so much, so nobly?

_Vir._ The more my sorrow; but it must be so.

_Ron._ I will not hinder it: without a bribe, For mine own ends, I would have further'd this. I will use all my power.

_Vir._ 'Tis all I aske: Oh my curs'd fate, that ever man should hate Himself for being belov'd, or be compell'd To cast away a Jewel, Kings would buy, Though with the loss of Crown and Monarchy! [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Sesse, _Master, Boatswain, Gunner._

_Sesse._ How do I look?

_Mast._ You are so strangely alter'd. We scarce can know you, so young again, and utterly From that you were, figure, or any favour; Your friends cannot discern you.

_Sesse._ I have none, None but my fair revenge, and let that know me! You are finely alter'd too.

_Boats._ To please your humour, But we may pass without disguise, our living Was never in their element.

_Gun._ This Jew sure, That alter'd you, is a mad knave.

_Ses._ Oh! a most excellent fellow.

_Gun._ How he has mew'd your head, has rub'd the snow off, And run your beard into a peak of twenty.

_Boats._ Stopt all the crannies in your face.

_Mast._ Most rarely.

_Boats._ And now you look as plump, your eies as sparkling, As if you were to leap into a Ladies saddle. Has he not set your nose awry?

_Ses._ The better.

_Boats._ I think it be the better, but 'tis awry sure; _North and by East_, I, there's the point it stands in; Now halfe a _point to the Southward_.

_Ses._ I could laugh, But that my business requires no mirth now; Thou art a merry fellow.

_Boats._ I would the Jew Sir, Could steer my head right, for I have such a swimming in't, Ever since I went to Sea first.

_Mast._ Take Wine and purge it.

_Boats._ I have had a thousand pils of Sack, a thousand; A thousand pottle Pills.

_Gun._ Take more.

_Boats._ Good Doctor, Your patient is easily perswaded.

_Mast._ The next fair open weather Methinks this _Jew_ If he were truly known to founder'd Courtiers, And decay'd Ladies that have lost their fleeces On every bush, he might pick a pretty living.

_Boats._ The best of all our gallants, should be glad of him; For if you mark their marches, they are tender, Soft, soft, and tender; then but observe their bodies, And you shall find 'em cemented by a Surgeon, Or some Physitian for a year or two, And then to th' tub again, for a new pickle. This _Jew_ might live a _Gentile_ here.

[_Ent. 2 Cittizens at both doors, saluting afar off._

_Ses._ What are these? Stand close and mark?

_Boats._ These are no men, th' are motions.

_Ses._ What sad and ruthful faces!

_Boats._ How they duck! This senceless, silent courtesie methinks, Shews like two _Turks_, saluting one another, Upon two _French_ Porters backs.

_Ses._ They are my Countrey-men, And this, some forc'd infliction from the tyrant; What are you, why is this? why move thus silent As if you were wandring shadows? why so sad? Your tongues seal'd up; are ye of several Countries? You understand not one another?

_Gun._ That's an _Englishman_, He looks as though he had lost his dog.

_Ses._ Your habits Shew ye all _Neopolitanes_; and your faces Deliver you oppressed things; speak boldly: Do you groan and labor under this stiff yoak?

_Mast._ They shake their heads and weep.

_Ses._ Oh misery! Give plenteous sorrow, and no tongues to shew 'em! This is a studied cruelty.

_1 Cit._ Begone Sir, It seems you are a stranger, and save your self.

_2 Cit._ You wonder here at us; as much we wonder To hear you speak so openly, and boldly, The Kings command being publisht to the contrary; 'Tis death here, above two, to talk together; And that must be but common salutation neither, Short, and so part.

_Boats._ How should a man buy mustard, If he be forc'd to stay the making of it?

_Within 1._ Clear all the streets before the King.

_1 Cit._ Get off Sir, And shift as we must do. [_Exeunt Citizens._

_Ses._ I'll see his glory.

_Mast._ Stand fast now and like men. [_Flourish Colours._

_Enter_ Castruccio _like the King, in the midst of a Guard._ Villio.

_Cast._ Begin the game, Sir, And pluck me down the Row Of houses there. They hide the view o'th' hill; and sink those Merchants, Their ships are foul and stink.

_Mast._ This is a sweet youth.

_Cast._ All that are taken in assemblies, Their houses and their wives, their wealths are forfeit, Their lives at your devotion. Villains, Knaves, I'll make you bow and shake, I'll make you kneel Rogues. How brave 'tis to b[e] a King!

_Gun._ Here's fine tumbling.

_Cast._ No man shall sit i'th' temple near another.

_Boats._ Nor lie with his own wife.

_Cast._ All upon pain Of present death, forget to write.

_Boats._ That's excellent, Carriers and Footposts, will be arrant rebels.

_Cast._ No character, or stamp, that may deliver This mans intention, to that man i'th' Countrey.

_Gun._ Nay, an you cut off, after my hearty commendati[on]s. Your friend and _Oliver_. No more.

_Cast._ No man smile, And wear face of mirth; that fellows cunning, And hides a double heart, he's your prize, smoke him.

_Enter_ Virolet, Ronvero, Ascanio, _and_ Martia _passing over._

_Ses._ What base abuse is this? Ha? 'tis her face sure, My prisoners with her too? by heaven wild whore Now is my time.

_Mast._ Do what you will.

_Ses._ Stay hold yet, My Countrey shall be serv'd first, let her go, We'll have an hour for her to make her tremble. Now shew our selves, and bless you with your valours.

_Guard._ Here's a whole plump of Rogues. [Virolet _and they off again._

_Ses._ Now for your Countrey.

_Cast._ Away with 'em and hang 'em; shew no mercy, I say no mercy.

_Ses._ Be it so upon 'em.

_Guard._ Treason, treason, treason.

_Boats._ Cut the sla[ve]s to giggets.

_Gun._ Down with the Bul-beefs.

_Ses._ Hold, hold, I command you,----look here.

_Cast._ A miserable thing, I am no King Sir.

_Ses._ Sirrah your fools-face has preserv'd your life. Wear no more Kings coats, you have scap'd a scouring.

_Boats._ I'st not the King.

_Ses._ No, 'tis a prating Rascal, The puppy makes him mirth.

_Cast._ Yes Sir I am a puppy.

_Boats._ I beseech you let me hang him, I'll do't in my Belt straight.

_Cast._ As you are honourable, It is enough you may hang me.

_Gun._ I'll hang a squib at's tail That shall blow both his buttocks; like a petard.

_Cast._ Do any thing. But do not kill me Gentlemen. [_Enter Citizen._

_Boates._ Let's flea him, and have him flye blown.

_Cit._ Away, and save your lives. The King himself is coming on; if you stay, You are lost for ever; let not so much nobleness Wilfully perish.

_Sess._ How near?

_2. Cit._ He's here behind you. [_Ex. Sess. Boatsw. Saylers, Citizens._

_Sess._ We thank you. _Vanish._

_Enter_ Ferand, Ronvere. _Florish Cornets._

_Fer._ Double the Guards and take in men that dare, These slaves are frighted; where are the proud Rebels? To what protection fled? what villain leads 'em? Under our nose distur[b]'d our rest?

_Ronver._ We shall hear, For such a search I have sent, to hunt the Traytors.

_Fer._ Yet better men I say, we stand too open: How now _Castruchio_? how do you like our glory?

_Cast._ I must confess, 'twas somewhat more than my match Sir; This open glory agrees not with my body, But if it were i'th' Castle, or some strength, Where I might have my swinge.

_Vil._ You have been swing'd brother; How these delights have tickled you! you itch yet? Will you walk out again in pomp?

_Cast._ Good Fool.

_Vil._ These rogues must be rebuked, they are too sawcy, These peremptory Knaves. Will you walk out Sir, And take the remnant of your Coronation? The people stay to see it.

_Fer._ Do not vex him, H'as grief enough in's bones; you shall to the Citadel, And like my self command, there use your pleasure, But take heed to your person.

_Vil._ The more danger, Still the more honor Brother.

_Cast._ If I reign not then, And like a King, and thou shalt know it fool, And thou shalt feel it fool.

_Vil._ Fools still are freemen, I'll sue for a protection, till thy reign's out.

_Fer._ The people have abus'd the liberty I late allow'd, I now proclaim it straighter, No men shall walk together nor salute; For they that do shall dye.

_Ronver._ You hit the right Sir; That liberty cut off, you are free from practise.

_Fer._ Renew my guards.

_Ronver._ I shall.

_Fer._ And keep strict watches; One hour of joy I ask.

_Ron._ You shall have many. [_Exeunt Flor. Cor._

Pandulfo _and_ Juliana, _led by two of the guard,_ _as not yet fully recovered._

_1. Guard._ You are now at liberty, in your own house Lady, And here our charge takes end.

_Pand._ 'Tis now a Custom. We must even wooe those men deserve worst of us, And so we thank your labors; there's to drink, For that, and mischief are your occupations; And to mean well to no man, your chief'st harvests.

_2. Gard._ You give liberally; we hope Sir, er't be long, To be oftner acquainted with your bounty, And so we leave you.

_Pand._ Do, for I dote not on ye.

_Jul._ But where's my Husband? what should I do here? Or what share have I in this joy, call'd liberty, Without his company? Why did you flatter me, And tell me he was return'd, his service honor'd?

_1 Gard._ He is so, and stands high in the Kings favor, His friends redeemed, and his own liberty, From which yours is deriv'd, confirm'd; his service, To his own wish, rewarded: so fare-well Lady. [_Ex. Guard._

_Pand._ Go persecute the good, and hunt ye hell-hounds, Ye Leeches of the time, suck till ye burst slaves; How does my girl?

_Jul._ Weak yet, but full of comfort.

_Pand._ Sit down, and take some rest.

_Jul._ My heart's whole Father; That joys, and leaps, to hear my _Virolet_, My Dear, my life, has conquer'd his afflictions.

_Pand._ Those rude hands, and that bloody will that did this, That durst upon thy tender body print These Characters of cruelty; hear me heaven.

_Jul._ O Sir be sparing.

_Pand._ I'll speak it, tho I burst; And tho the ayr had ears, and serv'd the Tyrant, Out it should go: O he[a]re me thou great Justice; The miseries that wait upon their mischiefs, Let them be numberless, and no eye pitty Them when their souls are loaden, and in labour, And wounded through, and through, with guilt and horror; As mine is now with grief; let men laugh at 'em Then, when their monstrous sins, like earth-quakes, shake 'em, And those eyes, that forgot heaven would look upward, The bloody 'larms, of the conscience beating, Let mercy flye, and day strook into darkness, Leave their blind souls, to hunt out their own horrors.

_Jul._ Enough, enough, we must forget dear Father; For then we are glorious formes of heaven; and live, When we can suffer, and as soon forgive. But where's my Lord? methinks I have seen this house, And have been in't before.

_Pand._ Thine own house jewel.

_Jul._ Mine, without him? or his, without my company? I think it cannot be; it was not wont Father.

_Pand._ Some business with the King, (let it be good, heaven) Reteins him sure. [_Enter Boy._

_Jul._ It must be good and noble, For all men that he treats with tast of virtue; His words and actions are his own; and Honour's Not brought, nor compell'd from him.

_Pand._ Here's the Boy. He can confirm us more, how sad the child looks! Come hither _Lucio_; how, and where's thy Master?

_Jul._ Speak gentle Boy.

_Pand._ Is he return'd in safety?

_Jul._ If not, and that thou knowst is miserable, Our hopes and happiness declin'd for ever; Study a sorrow excellent as thy Master, Then if thou canst live leave us.

_Lucio._ Noble Madam, My Lord is safe return'd, safe to his friends, and fortune, Safe to his Countrey, entertain'd with honour, Is here within the house.

_Jul._ Do not mock me.