'le weare no shackles liberty is sweet that I have that I 'le hold marry me can Gold and Lead mix together a Dimond a button of Christal fit one ring you are too high for me I am too low you too great I too little Eu. I pray leave her sir and take your Gold againe Pre. Or if you dote as you say let me try you do this Jo. Any thing kill the great Turke pluck out the Magul's Eyeteeth in earnest Pretiosa any thing Pre. Your taste is soon set down turne Gipsie for two years be one of us if in that time you mislike not me nor I you here 's my hand farwell Eu. There 's enough for your Gold witty Child Exit Jo. Turne Gipsie I for two years a capering Trade And I in th' end may keepe a dancing Schoole Having serv'd for 't Gipsie I must turne Oh beauty the Suns fires cannot so burne Exit Enter Clara Cla. I have offended yet oh Heaven thou knowst How much I have abhor'd even from my birth A thought that tended to immodest folly Yet I have fallen thoughts with disgraces strive And thus I live and thus I die alive Enter Pedro and Maria Pe. Fie Clara thou dost court calamity too much Ma. Yes Girle thou dost Pe. Why should we fret our eyes out with our teares Weary complaints 't is fruitlesse childish Impatience for when mischiefe hath wound up The full weight of the Ravishers foul Life To an equall height of ripe iniquity The poyse will by degrees sinke down his Soule To a much lower much more lasting ruine Then our joynt wrongs can challenge Ped. Darknesse it selfe Will change nights sable brow into a Sun-beame For a discovery and be sure When ever we can learne what monster 't was Hath rob'd thee of the Jewell held so precious Our vengeance shall be noble Pe. Royall any thing Till then le ts live securely to proclaime Our sadnesse were meere vanity Cla. A needs not I 'le study to be merry Pe. We are punish'd Maria justly covetousnesse to match Our Daughter to that matchlesse piece of ignorance Our foolish Ward hath drawn this curse upon us Ma. I feare it has Pe. Off with this face of griefe Enter Lewys and Diego Die Here comes Don Lewys noble sir Lew. My Lord I trust I have you and your Ladies leave To exchange a word with your faire Daughter Pe. Leave and welcome harke Maria your eare too Die Mine my Lord Lew. Deare Clara I have often su'd for Love And now desire you would at last be pleas'd To stile me yours Cla. Mine eyes ne'r saw that Gentleman Whom I more nobly in my heart respected Then I have you yet you must Sir excuse me If I resolve to use a while that freedome My younger dayes allow Lew. But shall I hope Cla. You will do injury to better fortunes To your own Merit Greatnesse and Advancement Which I beseech you not to slack Lew. Then heare me If ever I embrace another choyce Untill I know you elsewhere match'd may all The chiefe of my Desires finde scorne and ruine Cla. Oh me Lew. Why sigh you Lady Cla. Deede my Lord I am not well Lew. Then all Discourse is tedious I 'le chuse some fitter time till when faire Clara Cla. You shall not be unwelcome hither sir That 's all that I dare promise Lew. Diego Die My Lord Lew. What says Don Pedro Die Hee 'l goe with you Lew. Leave us Shall I my Lord entreate your privacy Pe. Withdraw Maria wee 'l follow presently Exit Lew. The great Corigidor whose politick streame Of popularity glides on the shore Of every vulgar praise hath often urged me To be a Suitor to his Catholick Majesty For a repeale from banishment for him Who slew my Father complements in vowes And strange well studied promises of friendship But what is new to mee still as he Courts Assistance for Alvarez my grand enemy Still he protests how ignorant he is Whether Alvarez be alive or dead To morrow is the day we have appointed For meeting at the Lord Francisco's house The Earle of Carcomo now my good Lord The sum of my request is you will please To lend your presence there and witnesse wherein Our joynt accord consists Ped. You shall command it Lew. But first as you are noble I beseech you Helpe mee with your advice what you conceave Of great Fernando's importunity Or whether you imagine that Alvarez Survive or not Pe. It is a question sir Beyond my resolution I remember The difference betwixt your noble Father And Conde de Alvarez how it sprung From a meer trifle first a cast of Hawks Whose made the swifter flight whose could mount highest Lie longest on the wing From change of words Their controversie grew to blows from blowes To Parties thence to Faction and in short I well remember how our streets were frighted With brawles whose end was bloud till when no friends Could mediate their discords by the King A reconciliation was enforc'd Death threaten'd the first occasioner Of breach besides the confiscation Of Lands and Honours yet at last they met Againe againe they drew to sides renew'd Their ancient quarrell in which dismall uprore Your Father hand to hand fell by Alvarez Alvarez fled and after him the doome Of exile was set out He as Report Was bold to voyce retir'd himselfe to Rhodes His Lands and Honours by the King bestow'd On you but then an Infant Lew. Ha an Infant Pe. His Wife the sister to the Corigidor With a young Daughter and some few that follow'd her By stealth were shipt for Rhodes and by a storme Ship-wrack'd at Sea but for the banish'd Conde 'T was never yet known what became of him Here 's all I can informe you Lew. A repeale Yes I will sue for 't beg for 't buy it any thing That may by possibility of friends Or Money I 'le attempt Pe. 'T is a brave charity Lew. Alas poore Lady I could mourne for her Her losse was Usury more then I covet But for the Man I 'de sell my patrimony For his repeale and run about the World To finde him out there is no peace can dwell About my Fathers Tombe till I have sacrific'd Some portion of revenge to his wrong'd ashes You will along with me Pe. You neede not question it Lew. I have strange thoughts about me two such furies Revell amidst my joyes as well may move Distraction in a Saint Vengance and Love I 'le follow sir Pe. Pray lead the way you know it Exit Enter Sancho and Soto Soto How now from whence come you sir San. From fleaing my selfe sir Soto From playing with Fencers sir and they have beat him out of his Cloaths sir Pe. Cloake Band Rapier all lost at Dice San. Nor Cards neither Soto This was one of my Masters dog-dayes and he would not sweat too much San. It was mine own Goose and I laid the Jiblets upon an other Coxcombs trencher you are my Gardian best beg me for
Love I bore her begg'd a word Of hope to comfort mee in her well-doing Before shee would reply from her faire Eyes Shee greetes me with a Bracelet of her teares Then wish'd me not to doubt shee was too well Entreates that shee may sleepe without disturbance Or company untill her Father came And thus I left her Fra. For shee 's past the worst Young Maides are oft so troubled Enter Pedro and Maria Fer. Here come they You talke of sir your Daughter for your comfort Is now upon amendment Ma. Oh my Lord You speake an Angels voyce Fer. Pray in and visit her Exit Ped. Ma. I 'le follow instantly you shall not part Without a cup of Wine my Lord Fra. 'T is now too troublesome a time Which way take you Don Lewys Lew. No matter which for till I heare My Clara be recover'd I am nothing My Lord Corigidor I am your servant For this free entertainment Fer. You have conquer'd me In noble courtesie Lew. Oh! that no art But Love it selfe can cure a Love-sick heart Exit Clara in a Chaire Pedro and Maria by her Ma. Clara hope of mine age Ped. Soule of my comfort Kill us not both at once why dost thou speede Thine Eye in such a progresse 'bout these Walls Cla. Yon large Window Yeilds some faire prospect good my Lord looke out And tell mee what you see there Pe. Easie suite Clara it over-viewes a spacious Garden Amidst which stands an Alablaster Fountaine A goodly one Cla. Indeed my Lord Ma. The griefes grow wide And will mislead thy judgement through thy weaknesse If thou obey thy weakenesse Cla. Who ownes these glorious buildings Pe. Don Fernando De Azeutda the Corigidor Of Mardrill a true noble Gentleman Cla. May I not see him Ma. See him Clara why Cla. A truly noble Gentleman you said sir Pe. I did loe here he comes in person We are my Lord your servants Enter Fernando Fer. Good no complement Young Lady there attends below a Surgeon Of worthy fame and practice is 't your pleasure To be his Patient Cla. With your favour sir May I impart some few but needefull words Of secresie to you to you your selfe None but your selfe Fer. You may Pe. Must I not heare 'em Ma. Nor I Cla. Oh yes pray sit my Lord Fer. Say on Cla. You have been Married Fer. To a Wife young Lady Who whiles the Heavens did lend her me was fruitfull In all those vertues which stiles Woman good Cla. And you had Children by her Fer. Had 't is true Now have but one a Son and hee yet lives The Daughter as if in her Birth the Mother Had perfected the errand shee was sent for Into the World from that houre tooke her Life In which the other that gave it her lost hers Yet shortly shee unhappily but fatally Perish'd at Sea Cla. Sad story Fer. Roderigo My Sonne Cla. How is hee call'd fit Fer. Roderigo Hee lives at Salamanca and I feare That neither Time Perswasions nor his Fortunes Can draw him thence Cla. My Lord d' ee know this Crucifix Fer. You drive me to amazement 't was my Sonnes A Legacy bequeathed him from his Mother Upon her Death-bed deare to him as Life On Earth there cannot be another treasure Hee values at like rate as hee does this Cla. Oh then I am a cast-away Ma. How 's that Pe. Alas shee will grow frantick Cla. In my bosome Next to my Heart my Lord I have laid up In bloody Characters a Tale of horror Pray read the Paper and if there you finde Ought that concernes a Maide undone and miserable Made so by one of yours call back the piety Of nature to the goodnesse of a Judge An upright Judge not of a partiall Father For doe not wonder that I live to suffer Such a full weight of wrongs but wonder rather That I have liv'd to speak them thou great man Yet read read on and as thou read'st consider What I have suffer'd what thou ought'st to doe Thine owne Name Father-hood and my dishonour Be just as Heaven and fate are that by miracle Have in my weakenesse wrought a strange discovery Truth copied from my heart is texted there Let now my shame be throughly understood Sinnes are heard farthest when they cry in blood Fer. True true they doe not cry but hollow here This is the Trumpet of a Soule drown'd deepe In the unfathom'd Seas of matchlesse sorrowes I must lock fast the dore Exit Ma. I have no words To call for vengeance Pe. I am lost in marvaile Enter Fernando Fer. Sir pray fit as you sat before white paper This should be innocence these Letters Gules Should be the honest Oracles of Revenge What 's Beauty but a perfect white and red Both here well mixt limne truth so beautifull That to distrust it as I am a Father Speakes mee as foule as rape hath spoken my Sonne 'T is true Cla. 'T is true Fer. Then marke mee how I kneele Before the high tribunall of your Injuries Thou too too much wrong'd Maid scorne not my teares For these are teares of Rage not teares of Love Thou Father of this too too much wrong'd Maide Thou Mother of her counsells and her cares I doe not plead for pitty to a Villaine Oh! let him die as hee hath liv'd dishonorably Basely and cursedly I plead for pitty To my till now untainted blood and honour Teach mee how I may now be just and cruell For henceforth I am Childlesse Cla. Pray sir rise You wrong your place and age Fer. Point mee my Grave In some obscure by path where never memory Nor mention of my Name may be found out Cla. My Lord I can weep with you nay weepe for yee As you for mee your passions are instructions And prompt my faltering Tongue to beg at least A noble satisfaction tho not revenge Fer. Speak that agen Cla. Can you procure no Balme To heale a wounded Name Fer. Oh th' art as faire In Mercy as in Beauty wilt thou live And I 'le be thy Physitian Cla. I 'le be yours Fer. Don Pedro wee 'l to counsaile This Daughter shall be ours sleepe sleepe young Angell My care shall wake about thee Cla. Heaven is gracious And I am eas'd Fer. Wee will be yet more private Might curtaines o're the world soft dreams rest with thee The best revenge is to reforme our crymes Then time crowns sorrowes sorrowes sweeten times Ex. ACTUS QUARTUS Enter Alvarez Sancho Soto Antonio Carlo Eugenia Pretiosa Christiana and Don John A showte within OMnes Welcome welcome welcome Soto More Sacks to the Mill San. More Theeves to the Sacks Al. Peace Pre. I give you now my welcome without noyse Jo. 'T is Musick to me He offers to kisse her Omnes Oh sir San. You must not be in your Mutton before we are out of our Veale Soto Stay for Vineger to your Oysters no opening till then Eu. No kissing till y' are sworne Jo. Sweare me then quickly I have brought Gold for
your servants Pre. Trip softly through the streets till we arrive You know at whose house Father San. Song Trip it Gipsies trip it fine Shew tricks and lofty Capers At threading Needles we repine And leaping over Rapiers Pindy Pandy rascall toyes We scorne cutting Purses Tho we live by making noyse For cheating none can curse us Over High-wayes over low And over Stones and Gravell Tho we trip it on the Toe And thus for Silver travell Tho our Dances waste our backs At night fat Capons mend them Eggs well brew'd in Butterd'-sack Our Wenches say befriend them Oh that all the World were mad Then should we have fine Dancing Hobby horses would be had And brave Girles keepe a prancing Beggers would on Cock-horse ride And Boobies fall a roaring And Cuckolds tho no Hornes be spide Be one another goring Welcome Poet to our Ging Make Rimes wee 'l give thee reason Canary Bees thy braines shall sting Mull-sack did ne're speake Treason Peter-see-me shall wash thy nowle And Malligo Glasses fox thee If Poet thou tosse not bowle for bowle Thou shalt not kisse a Doxie Exit Enter Fernando Francisco de Carcomo Don Iohn Pedro Maria Lewys and Diego Fer. Lewys de Castro since you circled are In such a golden Ring of worthy friends Pray let me question you about that business You and I last conferd on Lew. My Lord I wish it Fer. Then Gentlemen tho you all know this man Yet now looke on him well and you shall finde Such mines of Spanish honor in his bosome As but in few are treasur'd Lew. Oh my good Lord Fer. Hee 's Son to that de Castro o're whose Tombe Fame stands writing a booke which will take up The age of time to fill it with the stories Of his great acts and that his honor'd Father Fell in the quarrell of those Families His own and Don Alvarez de Castilla Fra. The volume of those Families is too large And too wide Printed in our memory Lew. Would it had ne're come forth Omnes So wish we all Fer. But heer 's a Son as matchlesse as the Father For hee mindes bravery he lets blood his Spleene Teares out the Leafe in which the Picture stands Of slaine de Castro casts a Hill of Sand On all revenge and stifles it Omnes 'T is done nobly Fer. For I by him am courted to sollicite The King for the repeale of poore Alvarez Who lives a banish'd man some say in Naples Pe. Some say in Arragon Lew. No matter where That Paper foulds in it my hand and heart Petitioning the royalty of Spaine To free the good old man and call him home But what hope hath your Lordship that these beames Of grace shall shine upon me Fer. The word Royall Omnes And that 's enough Lew. Then since this sluce is drawn up to encrease The streame with pardon of these honord friends Let me set ope another and that 's this That you my Lord Don Pedro and this Lady Your noble Wife would in this faire assembly If still you hold me Tenant to your favor Repeale the promise you so oft have made me Touching the beautious Clara for my Wife Pe. What I possesse in her before these Lords I freely once more give you Al. And what 's mine To you as right heire to it I resigne Omnes What would you more Lew. What would I more the tree bowes down his head Gently to have me touch it but when I offer To pluck the fruite the top branch growes so high To mock my reaching hand up it does flie I have the Mothers smile the Daughters frown Omnes Oh you must wooe hard Fer. Wooe her well shee 's thine own Jo. That Law holds not 'mongst Gipsies I shoot hard And am wide off from the Marke Florish Enter Soto with a Cornet in his hand Fer. Is this my Lord your Musick Fra. None of mine Soto A crew of Gipsies with desire To shew their sports are at your Gates afire Fra. How how my Gates afire Knave Jo. Art panting I am a fire I 'me sure Fer. What are the things they doe Soto They Friske they Caper Dance and Sing Tell fortunes too which is a very fine thing They tumble how not up and down As Tumblers doe but from Towne to Towne Anticks they have and Gipsie-masking And toyes which you may have for asking They come to devoure nor Wine nor good Cheere But to earne money if any be here But being ask'd as I suppose Your answer will be in your tother hose For there 's not a Gipsie amongst 'em that begs But gets his living by his Tongue and Legs If therefore you please Dons they shall come in Now I have ended let them begin Omnes I I by any means Fra. But fellow bring you Musick along with you too Soto Yes my Lord both lowd Musick and still Musick the loud is that which you have heard and the still is that which no man can heare Exit Fer. A fine Knave Fra. There is report of a faire Gipsie A pretty little toy whom all our Gallants In Madrill flock to looke on this shee trow Yes sure 't is shee I should be sorry else Enter Alvarez Eugenia Pretiosa Roderigo Sancho Soto and all the Gipsies Song 1. Come follow your Leader follow Our Convoy be Mars and Apollo The Van comes brave up here Ans. As hotly comes the Reare Omn. Our Knackers are the Fifes and Drums Sa sa the Gipsies Army comes 2. Horsemen we need not feare There 's none but footemen here The Horse sure charge without Or if they wheele about Omn. Our Knackers are the shot that flie Pit a pat ratling in the Sky 3. If once the great Ordnance play That 's laughing yet runne not away But stand the push of Pike Scorne can but basely strike Omn. Then let our Armies joyne and sing And pit a pat make our Knackers ring 4. Arme Arme what Bands are those They cannot be sure our foes Wee le not draw up our force Nor muster any Horse Omn. For since they pleas'd to view our sight Let 's this way this way give delight 5. A Councell of War le ts call Looke either to stand or fall If our weake Army stands Thanke all these noble hands Whose gates of Love being open throwne We enter and then the Town 's our owne Fer. A very dainty thing Fra. A handsome Creature Ro. Looke what a pretty pit there 's in her chin Jo. Pit 't is a Grave to bury Lovers in Ro. My Fathers disguise guard me San. Soto there 's de Cortez my guardian but he smells not us Soto Peace brother Gipsie wud any one here know his fortune Omnes Good fortunes all of us Pe. 'T is I sir needs a good one come sir what 's mine Ma. Mine and my husbands fortunes keepe together Who is 't tels mine San. I I hold up Madam feare not your pocket for I ha but two Hands You are sad or mad or glad For a couple of Cockes
are worth a World of better men For your free noble minde all my best wishes Stay with you I must hence Car. Weare for my sake This Jewell Jo. I 'le not rob you I 'le take nothing Car. Weare it about your neck but one poore Moon If in that time your eye be as 't is now Send my Jewell home agen and I protest I 'le never more thinke on you deny not this Put it about your neck Jo. Well then 't is done Car. And vow to keepe it there Jo. By all the Goodness I wish attend your fortunes I doe vow it Exit Car. Scornd thou hast temper'd poyson to kill me Thy selfe shall drinke since I cannot enjoy thee My revenge shall Enter Diego Die Where are the Gipsies Car. Gon Diego do you love me Die Love thee Juanna Is my life mine it is but mine so long As it shall do thee service Car. There 's a younger Gipsie newly entertain'd Die A handsome rascall what of him Car. That slave in obsceane Language courted me Drew Rialls out and would have bought my body Diego from thee Die Is hee so Itchy I 'le cure him Car. Thou shalt not touch the Villaine I 'le spin his fate Woman strikes sure fall the blow ne're so late Die Strike on sinne thou wilt be a striker Exit Enter Fernando Francisco Pedro and Lewys Fer. See Don Lewys an Army The strongest Army in Spaine to the full length Is stretch'd to pluck old Count Alvarez home From his sad banishment Lew. With longing Eyes My Lord I expect the man your Lordships pardon Some businesse cal's me from you Fer. Prithee Don Lewys Unlesse th' occasion be too violent Stay and be merry with us all the Gipsies Will be here presently Lew. I will attend your Lordship Before their sports be done Exit Fer. Be your own Carver Not yet shake off these fetters I see a Sonne Is heavy when a Father carries him On his old heart Fra. Could I set up my rest That hee were lost or taken prisoner I could hold truce with sorrow but to have him Vanish I know not how gon none knowes whither 'T is that mads mee Pe. You said he sent a Letter Fra. A Letter a meere Riddle he 's gon to see His fortune in the Warres what Warres have wee Suppose we had goes any man toth ' Field Naked unfurnish'd both Armes and Money Fer. Come come he 's gon a Wenching we in our youth Ran the selfe same Byas Enter Diego Die The Gipsies my Lord are come Fer. Are they let them enter Exit Die My Lord De Cortez send for your Wife and Daughter Good company is good Physick take the paines To seate your selves in my great Chamber Exit Enter Alvarez Don John Roderigo Antonio Carlo Eugenia Pretiosa Christiana Sancho and Soto Al. See they are here what 's your number San. The figure of nine casts us all up my Lord Fer. Nine let me see you are ten sure Soto That 's our Poet he stands for a Cipher Fer. Ciphers make numbers what Playes have you Al. Five or six my Lord Fer. It 's well so many already Soto Wee are promist a very merry Tragedy if all hit right of Cobby Nobby Fer. So so a merry Tragedy there is a way which the Italians and the Frenchmen use that is on a word given or some slight Plot The Actors will extempore fashion out Sceanes neate and witty Al. We can do that my Lord please you bestow the Subject Fer. Can you come hither You Master Poet to save you a labour Looke you against your coming I projected This Comick passage your Dramma that 's the Sceane Ro. I I my Lord Fer. I lay in our own Country Spaine Ro. 'T is best so Fer. Here 's a brave part for this old Gipsie look you The Father read the Plot this young shee Gipsie This Lady now the sonne play him your selfe Ro. My Lord I am no Player Fer. Pray at this time The Plot being full to please my noble Friends Because your braines must into theirs put Language Act thou the Sonnes part I 'le reward your paines Ro. Protest my Lord Fer. Nay nay shake off protesting When I was young sir I have plaid my selfe San. Your selfe my Lord you were but a poore Company then Fer. Yes full enough honest fellow will you do it Ro. I 'le venture Fer. I thanke you let this Father be a Don Of a brave spirit old Gipsie observe mee Al. Yes my Lord Fer. Play him up high not like a Pantaloone But hotly nobly checking this his Sonne Whom make a very rake-hell a debosh'd fellow This poynt I thinke will shew well Ro. This of the Picture It will indeed my Lord San. My Lord what part play I Fer. What parts dost use to play San. If your Lordship has ever a Coxcombe I thinke I could fit you Fer. I thanke your Coxcombe-ship Soto Put a Coxcombe upon a Lord Fer. There are parts to serve you all goe goe make ready And call for what you want Exit Al. Give me the Plot our wits are put to triall What 's the Son's Name Lorenzo that 's your part Looke onely you to that these I 'le dispose Old Don Avero mine Hialdo Lollio Two servants you for them San. One of the foolish knaves give me I 'le be Hialdo Soto And I Lollio San. Is there a Banquet in the Play wee may call for what wee will Ro. Yes here is a Banquet San. I 'le goe then and bespeake an ocean of Sweete meates Marmalad and Custards Al. Make hast to know what you must doe San. Doe I call for enough and when my Belly is full fill my Pockets Soto To a Banquet there must be Wine Fortunes a scurvy Whore if shee makes not my head sound like a Rattle and my Heels dance the Canaries Al. So so dispatch whil'st me employ our braines To set things off toth ' Life Exit Ro. I 'le be streight with you Why does my Father put this trick on mee Spies hee mee through my Vizard if hee does He 's not the King of Spaine and 't is no Treason If his invention Jet upon a Stage Why should not I use action a debosh'd fellow A very rake-hell this reflects on mee And I 'le retort it grown a Poet Father No matter in what straine your Play must runne But I shall fit you for a roring Sonne Exit Florish Enter Francisco Pedro Fernando Diego Maria and Clara Fer. Come Ladies take your places this their Musick 'T is very handsome oh I wish this Roome Were frighted but with noble friends As are to you my welcomes begin there masters Florish within San. Presently my Lord wee want but a cold Capon for a property Fer. Call call for one now they begin Enter Sancho the Prologue San. Both short and sweete some say is best Wee will not onely be sweete but short Take you Pepper in the Nose you mar our sport Fer. By no meanes Pepper San. Of your Love measure
us forth but one span We do tho not the best the best we can Exit Fer. A good honest Gipsie Enter Alvarez and Soto Al. Slave where 's my Son Lorenzo Soto I have sought him my Lord in all foure Elements in Earth my Shooes are full of Gravell in Water I drop at Nose with sweating In Aire wheresoever I heard noyse of Fidlers or the wide mouthes of Gallon-pots roaring and in Fire what Chimney soever I saw smoaking with good cheere for my Masters Dinner as I was in hope Al. Not yet come home before on this old Tree Shall grow a branch so blasted I 'le hew it off And bury it at my foote didst thou enquire At my Brothers Soto At your Sisters Al. At my Wives Fathers Soto At your Uncles Mothers no such sheepe has broke through their hedge no such Calfe as your Sonne sucks or bleates in their ground Al. I am unblest to have but one Sonne onely One staffe to beare my age up one Taper left To light me to my Grave and that burnes dimly That leaves me darkling hid in clouds of woe He that should prop me is mine overthrow Fer. Well done old fellow is 't not Omnes Yes yes my Lord Enter Sancho Soto Here comes his man Hialdo Al. Where 's the prodigall your Master sirrah San. Eating Acorns amongst Swine draffe amongst Hoggs and gnawing bones amongst Doggs has lost all his Money at Dice his Wits with his Money and his honesty with both for hee bumfiddles me makes the Drawers curvet pitches the Plate over the Bar scores up the Vintners Name in the Ram-head flirts his Wife under the Nose and bids you with a Pox send him more Money Al. Art thou one of his Currs to bite me too To nayle thee to the Earth were to doe Justice Enter Roderigo San. Here comes Bucephalus my prauncing Master nayle me now who dares Ro. I sit like an Owle in the Ivie bush of a Taverne Hialdo I have drawne red Wine from the Vintners owne Hogshead San. Here 's two more pierce them too Ro. Old Don whom I call Father am I thy Sonne if I be flesh mee with Gold fat mee with Silver had I Spaine in this hand and Portugall in this puffe it should flie where 's the Money I sent for I 'le tickle you for a Rake-hell San. Not a Marvedi Al. Thou shalt have none of me Soto Hold his Nose to the Grinstone my Lord Ro. I shall have none Al. Charge mee a case of Pistolls What I have built I 'le ruine shall I suffer A Slave to set his Foote upon my heart A Sonne a barbarous Villaine or if Heaven save thee Now from my Justice yet my curse pursues thee Ro. Hialdo carbonado thou the old Rogue my Father San. Whil'st you slice into Collups the rusty Gamon his man there Ro. No Money Can Tavernes stand without anon anon Fidlers live without scraping Taffaty Girles looke plumpe without pampering if you will not Lard mee with Money give mee a Ship furnish me to Sea Al. To have thee hang'd for Piracy San. Trim tram hang Master hand Man Ro. Then send mee to the West-Indies buy mee some Office there A. To have thy throate cut for thy quarrelling Ro. Else send me and my ningle Hialdo to the Warrs San. A match wee 'l fight Dogge fight Beare Enter Antonio An. Oh deare Hernando welcome clap Wings to your heeles And pray my worthy friends bestow upon me Their present Visitation Ant. Lorenzo see the anger of a Father Altho it be as low'd and quick as thunder Yet 't is done instantly cast off thy wildnesse Be mine be mine for I to call thee home Have with my honor'd friend here Don Hernando Provided thee a Wife Ro. A Wife Is shee hansome is shee rich Is shee faire Is shee wity Is shee honest Hang honesty Has shee a sweete Face Cherry-Cheeke Strawberry-lip white-skin dainty Eye pretty Foote delicate Legs as there 's a Girle now Ant. It is a Creature both for Birth and fortunes And for most excellent graces of the minde Few like her are in Spaine Ro. When shall I see her now Father pray take your curse off Al. I doe the Lady Lives from Mardrill very neere fourteene Leagues But thou shalt see her Picture Ro. That that most Ladies in these dayes are but very fine Pictures Enter Claro Don John Engenia Pretiosa Christiana Sancho and Soto Al. Ladies to you first welcome my Lords Alonzo And you worthy Marquesse thanks for these honours Away you to th' cause now of this meeting my Sonne Lorenzo Whose wildnesse you all know comes now to th' Lure Sits gently has call'd home his wandering thoughts And now will Marry Pre. A good Wife Fate send him Eu. One stayd may settle him Ro. Flie to the marke sir shew me the Wench or her Face or any thing I may know 't is a woman fit for me Al. Shee is not here her selfe but here 's her Picture A Picture Fer. My Lord De Carcamo pray observe this Fra. I doe attentively Don Pedro marke it Enter Soto Soto If you ha done your part yonder 's a Wench wud ha a bout with you Exit Jo. Mee Exit Die A Wench Exit Al. Why stand you staring at it how do you like her Ro. Are you in earnest Al. Yes sir in earnest Ro. I am not so hungry after flesh to make the Divell a Cuckold An. Looke not upon the Face but on the goodness That dwells within her Ro. Set fire on the Tenement Al. Shee 's rich nobly discended Ro. Did ever Nobility looke so scurvilie Al. I am sunk in fortunes shee may raise us both Ro. Sink let her to her Granam marry a VVitch have you fetch'd a VVife for mee out of Lapland an old Midwife in a velvet Hat were a goddesse to this that a red Lip Pre. There 's a red Nose Ro. That a yellow haire Eu. Why her teeth may be yellow Ro. Where 's the full Eye Chri. Shee has full blabber Cheekes Al. Set up thy rest her marriest thou or none Ro. None then were all the Water in the World one Sea all Kingdomes one Mountaine I would climbe on all foure up to the top of that Hill and head-long hurle my selfe into that abisse of waves e're I would touch the skin of such rough Haberdine for the breath of her Picture stinkes hither A noyse Within Enter Don John Diego Cardochia Sancho and Soto in a hurry Fer. What tumult 's this San. Soto Murder murder murder one of our Gipsies is in danger of hanging hanging Ped. Who is hurt Die 'T is I my Lord stab'd by this Gipsie Jo. Hee struck me first and I 'le not take a blow From any Spaniard breathing Pe. Are you so brave Fer. Breake up your play lock all the doores Die I faint my Lord Fra. Have him to a Surgeon how fell they out Card. Oh! my good Lord these Gipsies when they lodg'd At my house I had a Jewell from my Pocket Stolne
thou wert damn'd Al. Sir I am resolute Lew. Resolve me then whether the Count Alvarez Who slew my Father be alive or dead Al. Is this the mighty matter the Count lives Lew. How Al. The Count lives Lew. Oh fate I now tell mee where And be my better genius Al. I can do 't In Spaine a lives more not far from Madrill But in disguise much alter'd Lew. Wonderfull Scholler Miracle of Artists Alvarez living And neere Madrill too now for Heavens sake where That 's all and I am thine Al. Walke off my Lord To the next Field you shall know all Lew. Apace then I listen to thee With a greedy Eare the Miserable and the Fortunate Ex. at one dore Enter presently at the other Are alike in this they cannot change their Fate Al. Good good you would faine kill him and revenge Your Fathers Death Lew. I would Al. Bravely or securely Lew. Not basely for the World Al. Wee are secure Two Swords Young Lewys two more trusty blades then these Spaine has not in her Army with this Alvarez slew thy Father and this other Was that the King of France wore when great Charles In a set Battaile took him Prisoner Both I resigne to thee Lew. This is a new Mistery Al. Now see this naked bosome turns the poynts Of either on this Bulwarke if thou covet'st Out of a sprightly youth and manly thirst Of vengeance blood if blood be thy ambition Then call to minde the fatall blow that struck De Castor thy brave Father to his Grave Remember who it was that gave that blow His enemy Alvarez heare and be suddaine Behold Alvarez Lew. Death I am deluded Al. Thou art incredulous as Fate is certaine I am the man Lew. Thou that Butcher Al. Tremble not young man trust me I have wept Religiously to wash off from my Conscience The staine of my offence twelve yeares and more Like to a restlesse Pilgrime I have runne From foraigne Lands to Lands to finde out Death I am weary of my Life give mee a Sword That thou may'st know with what a perfect zeale I honour old De Castors memory I 'le fight with thee I would not have thy hand Dip'd in a wilfull Murder I could wish For one howers space I could pluck back from Time But thirty of my yeares that in my fall Thou mightst deserve report now if thou Conquerst Thou canst not triumph I am halfe dead already Yet I 'le not start a foote Lew. Breathes there a spirit In such a heape of rage Al. Oh! that I had A Sonne of equall growth with thee to tug For Reputation by thy Fathers ashes I would not kill thee for an other Spaine Yet now I 'le do my best thou art amaz'd Come on Lew. Twelve tedious Winters banishment 'T was a long time Al. Could they redeeme thy Father Would every Age had beene twelve Ages Lewys And I for Pennance every Age a dying But 't is too late to wish Lew. I am o'recome Your noblenesse hath conquer'd mee here ends All strife betweene our Families and henceforth Acknowledge mee for yours Al. Oh! thou reviv'st Fresh horrours to my Fact for in thy gentlenesse I see my sinne anew Lew. Our peace is made Your Life shall be my care 't will be glad newes To all our noble friends Al. Since Heaven will have it so I thanke thee glorious Majesty my Sonne For I will call thee e're the next morrow Salute the World thou shalt know stranger mysteries Lew. I have enough to feede on sir I 'le follow yee Exit Enter Eugenia Fernando and Pretiosa Fer. Don John Sonne to the Count of Carcomo Woman take heede thou trifle not Eu. Is this My Lord so strange Fer. Beauty in Youth and Wit To set it forth I see transformes the best Into what shape Love fancies Pre. Will you yet Give me my Husbands Life Fer. Why little one hee is not Married to thee Pre. In his Faith He is and faith and troath I hope binde faster Then any other Ceremonies can Doe they not pray my Lord Fer. Yes where the Parties Pledg'd are not too unequall in degree As hee and thou art Pre. This is new Divinity Eu. My Lord behold this Childe well in her Face You may observe by curious insight something More then belongs to every common birth Fer. True 't is a pretty Child Eu. The Glasse of misery Is after many a change of desperate fortune At length runne out you had a Daughter Call'd Constanza Fer. Ha! Eu. A Sister Guyamara Wife to the Count Alvarez Fer. Peace oh peace Eu. And to that Sisters charge you did commit Your Infant Daughter in whose birth your Wife Her Mother dy'd Fer. Woman thou art too cruell Pre. What d' ee meane Granam Lass the noble man Growes angry Fer. Not I indeed I doe not But why d' ee use mee thus Eu. Your Child and Sister As you suppos'd were drown'd Fer. Drown'd talking Creature Suppos'd Eu. They live Fernando from my hand Thy Sisters hand receive thine owne Constanza The sweetest best Child living Pre. Doe you mock me Fer. Torment me on yet more more yet and spare not My heart is now a breaking now Eu. Oh Brother Am I so farre removed off from your Memory As that you will not know mee I expected An other welcome home looke on this Casket A Casket The Legacy your Lady left her Daughter When to her Sonne shee gave her Crucifix Fer. Right right I know yee now Eu. In all my sorrowes My comfort has been here shee should be Be yours Constanza kneele sweete Childe To thy old Father Pre. How my Father Fer. Let not Extremity of joyes ravish Life from mee Too soone Heaven I beseech thee thou art my Sister My Sister Guyamara how have mine Eyes Been darkened all this while 't is shee Eu. 'T is Brother And this Constanza now no more a stranger No Pretiosa henceforth Fer. My soules treasure Live to an Age of goodnesse and so thrive In all thy wayes that thou mayst die to live Pre. But must I call you Father Fer. Thou wilt rob mee else Of that felicity for whose sake onely I am ambitious of being young againe Rise rise mine own Constanza Pre. 'T is a new name But 't is a pretty one I may be bold To make a suite t' ee Fer. Any thing Pre. Oh Father And if you be my Father thinke upon Don John my Husband without him alas I can be nothing Fer. As I without thee Let me alone Constanza tell mee tell mee Lives yet Alvarez Eu. In your house Fer. Enough Cloy mee not let me by degrees disgest My joyes within my Lords Francisco Pedro Enter Francisco Pedro Maria Roderigo Clara Come all at once I have a World within mee I am not mortall sure I am not mortall My honorable Lord partake my blessings Count Alvarez lives here in my house Your Sonne my Lord Francisco Don John Is the condemn'd man falsely accus'd of theft This my Lord Pedro is my Sister Guyamare Madam this Constanza mine owne Child And I am a wondrous merry Man Without the Prisoner Enter Alvarez Lewys Don John Diego Sancho Soto and Cardocha Lew. Here free and acquited By her whose folly drew her to this errour And shee for satisfaction is assur'd To my wrong'd friend Car. I crave your pardons Hee whose I am speakes for mee Die Wee both beg it Fer. Excellent Admirable my deare Brother Al. Never a happy man till now young Lewys And I are reconcil'd Lew. For ever faithfully religiously Omnes My noble Lord most welcome Al. To all my heart payes what it owes due thanks Most most brave youth to thee Jo. I all this while Stand but a looker on and tho my Father May justly tax the violence of my Passions Yet if this Lady Lady of my life Must be deny'd let mee be as I was And die betimes Pre. You promis'd mee Fer. I did My Lord of Carcomo you see their hearts Are joyn'd already so let our consents To this wish'd Marriage Fra. I forgive thine errors Give mee thy hand Fer. Me thine but wilt thou love My Daughter my Constanza Jo. As my bliss Pre. I thee as Life Youth Beauty any thing That makes life comfortable Fer. Live together one ever one Omnes And Heaven Crown your happinesse Ped. Now sir how like you a Prison San. As Gallants doe a Taverne being stop'd for a Reckoning scurvily Soto Though you Cag'd us up never so close wee Sung like Cuckoes Fer. Well well you be your selfe now San. My selfe am I out of my Wits Soto Fer. Here now are none but honourable Friends Will you to give a farwell to the life You ha led as Gipsies these being now found none But noble in their Births alterd in Fortunes Give it a merry shaking by the hand And cry adue to folly San. Wee 'l shake our Hands and our Heeles if you 'l give us leave Dance Fer. On Brides and Bride-Groomes to your Spanish Feasts Invite with bent Knees all these Noble Guests FINIS