by this Villaine Joh. 'T is most false my Lords Her own hands gave it mee Pre. Shee that calls him Villaine Or sayes he stole Fer. Hoyday we heare your scoulding Card. And the hurt Gentleman finding it in his bosome For that hee stab'd him Fer. Hence with all the Gipsies Ped. Ruffians and Theeves to prison with 'em all Al. My Lord wee 'l leave engagements in Plate and Money For all our safe forth-commings punish not all For one's offence wee 'l prove our selves no Theeves San. Oh Soto I make Buttons Soto Would I could make some and leave this Trade Fer. Iron him then let the rest goe free but stir not one foote Out of Madrill bring you in your witnesse Soto Prick him with a Pinne or pinch him by the Elbow any thing San. My Lord Don Pedro I am your Ward wee have spent a little Money to get a horrible deale of Wit and now I am weary of it Pe. My runne-awayes turn'd Juglers Fortune-Tellers Soto No great Fortunes Fer. To Prison with 'em both a Genleman play the Asse San. If all Gentlemen that play the Asse should to Prison you must widen your Jayles Come Soto I scorne to beg set thy foot to mine and kick at shackles Fer. So so away with 'em Soto Send all our Company after and wee 'l play there and be as merry as you here Exit Fer. Our Comedy turn'd Tragicall please you Lords walke This Actor here and I must change a word And I come to you Omnes Well my Lord your pleasure Exeunt Fer. Why couldst thou thinke in any base disguise To blinde my sight Fathers have Eagles Eyes But pray sir why was this done why when I thought you Fast lock'd in Salamanca at your Study Leap'd you into a Gipsie Ro. Sir with your pardon I shall at fit time to you shew cause for all Fer. Meane time sir you have got a Trade to live by Best to turne Player an excellent Ruffian ha But know sir when I had found you out I gave you This project of set purpose 't is all my selfe What the old Gipsie spake must be my Language Nothing are left me but my Offices And thin-fac'd honours and this very Creature By you so scorn'd must raise me by your Marrying her Ro. You would not build your glory on my ruines Fer. The Rascall has bely'd the Lady Shee is not halfe so bad all 's one shee 's rich Ro. Oh! will you see the joyes of my full youth To Dunghill muck seeke out some wretches Daughter Whose soule is lost for gold then you are more noble Then t' have your Son the top branch of your house Grow in a heape of rubbish I must marry a thing I shall be asham'd to owne asham'd to bring her Before a Sun-beame Fer. I cannot helpe it sir resolve upon 't and doo 't Ro. And doo 't and die Is there no face in Spaine for you to pick out But one to fright mee when you sat the Play here There was a beauty to be Lord of which I would against an Army throw defiance Fer. Shee Alas Ro. How how at every haire of her's There hangs a very Angel this I am ready To drop down looking at it Sir I beseech you Bury mee in this Earth on which I am humbled To beg your blessing on mee for a Gipsie Rather then oh I know not what to terme it Pray what is that young pensive piece of beauty Your voyce for her I ey'd her all the scene Fer. I saw you did Ro. Me thought 't was a sweete Creature Fer. Well tho my present state stands now on Ice I 'le let it crack and fall rather then bar thee Of thy content this Lady shall goe by then Ro. Hang let her there or any where Fer. That young Lannard Whom you have such a minde to if you can whistle her To come to Fist make tryall play the young Falconer I will nor mar your marriage nor yet make Beauty no wealth wealth uglinesse which you wil take Ro. I thanke you sir put on your Mask good Madam The Sun will spoyle your Face else Exit ACTUS QUINTUS Enter Fernando Francisco Pedro Roderigo Clara Maria as from Church ever the Stage Fer. stayes Roderigo Fer. THou hast now the Wife of thy desires Ro. Sir I have And in her every blessing that makes Life Loath to be parted with Fer. Noble shee is And faire has to enrich her Blood and Beauty Plenty of Wit Discourse Behaviour Carriage Ro. I ow you duty for a double birth Being in this happinesse begot againe Without which I had been a man of wretchednesse Fer. Then henceforth Boy learne to obey thy fate 'T is falne upon thee know it and embrace it Thy Wife 's a wanton Ro. A wanton Fer. Examine through the progresse of thy youth What capitall sins what great one 't is for 't is A great one th' ast committed Ro. I a great one Fer. Else Heaven is not so wrathfull to poure on thee A misery so full of bitternesse I am thy Father thinke on 't and be just Come doe not dally Ro. Pray my Lord Fer. Foole 't were Impossible that Justice should raine downe In such a frightfull horror without cause Sir I will know it rather blush thou didst An act thou darst not name then that it has A name to be knowne by Ro. Turne from mee then And as my guilt sighes out this monster Rape Oh! doe not lend an Eare Fer. Rape fearefull Ro. Hence hence springs my due reward Fer. Th' art none of mine Or if thou beest thou dost bely the stampe Of thy Nativity Ro. Forgive me Fer. Had shee Poore wronged Soule who e're shee was no Friend Nor Father to revenge had shee no Tongue To rore her injuries Ro. Alas I know her not Fer. Peace thou wilt blaze a sin beyond all president Young man thou shouldst have married her the Devill Of lust that riots in thy Eye should there Have let full love and pity not on this stranger Whom thou hast doted on Ro. Oh! had I married her I had been then the happiest man alive Enter Clara Maria and Pedro from behinde the Arras Cla. As I the happiest Woman being married Looke on me sir Ped. You shall not finde a change So full of feares as your most noble Father In his wise Triall urg'd Ma. Indeed you shall not The forfeit of her shame shall be her pawne Ro. Why pray d' ee mock my sorrowes now oh now My horrors flew about me Fer. No thy comforts Thy blessings Roderigo Cla. By this Crucifix You may remember me Ro. Ha! art thou that Lady wrong'd Cla. I was but now am Righted in noble satisfaction Ro. How can I turne mine Eyes and not behold On every side my shame Fer. No more hereafter Wee shall have time to talke at large of all Love her that 's now thine own doe Roderigo Shee 's farre from what I charactred Cla. My care shall live about me to deserve your love
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
tempted Pre. Tempted tho I am no marke in respect of a huge But yet I can tell you great bubbers have shot at me and shot golden Arrowes but I my selfe gave ayme thus wide foure Bowes short three and a halfe they that crack me shall finde me as hard as a Nut of Galisia a Parrot I am but my teeth too tender to crack a wantons Almond Al. Thou art my noble Girle amany Dons Will not believe but that thou art a Boy In Womens Cloaths and to try that conclusion To see if thou beest Alcumy or no They 'l throw down Gold in muffes but Pretiosa Let these proud Sakers and Jer-falcons flie Do not thou move a wing be to thy selfe And not a changeling Pre. How not a Changeling Yes Father I will play the changeling I 'le change my selfe into a thousand shapes To court our brave Spectators I 'le change my postures Into a thousand different variations To draw even Ladies eyes to follow mine I 'le change my voyce into a thousand tones To chaine attention not a changeling Father None but my selfe shall play the changeling Al. Do what thou wilt Pretiosa What noise is this A beating within Enter Cardochia Car. Here 's Gentlemen swear all the oaths in Spaine they have seen you must see you and will see you Al. To drown this noyse let 'em enter Enter Sancho and Soto San. Is your Play-house an Inne a Gentleman cannot see you without crumpling his Taffaty cloake Soto Nay more then a Gentleman his man being a deminitive Don too San. Is this the little ape does the fine tricks Pre. Come aloft Jack little ape San. Would my Jack might come aloft please you to set the water Mill with the Ivory cogs in 't a grinding my handfull of purging comfetts Soto My Master desires to have you loose from your company Ped. Am I a Pigeon thinke you to be caught with Cummin-seeds a flie to glew my wings to sweete-meates and so be tane San. When do your gambolls begin Al. Not till we ha din'd San. Foote then your bellies will be so full you 'l be able to do nothing Soto prithee set a good face on 't for I cannot and give the little Monkey that Letter Soto Walke off and hum to your selfe I dedicate sweet destiny into whose hand every Spaniard desires to put a Distaffe these lines of Love Eu. What Love what 's the matter Soto Grave Mother Bumby the markes out a your mouth Al. What 's the Paper from whom comes it Soto The comodity wrapd up in the Paper are Verses the warming Pan that puts heat into 'em you fire-braind bastard of Helicon Al. What 's your Masters Name Soto His name is Don Tomazo Portacareco Nunckle to young Don Hortado de Mendonza Cosen german to the Conde de Tindilla and naturall brother to Francisco de Bavadilla one of the Commendadors of Aleantaro a Gentleman of long standing Pre. Verses I love good ones let me see 'em San. Good ones if they were not good ones they should not come from mee at the name of Verses I can stand on no ground Pre. Here 's gold too who 's is this San. Whoe 's but yours if there been any fault in the Verses I can mend it extempore for a stich in a mans stocken not taken up in time ravells out all the rest Soto Botcherly Poetry botcherly Pre. Verses and gold these then are golden Verses San. Had every Verse a Pearle in the eye it should be thine Pre. A pearle in mine eye I thanke you for that doe you wish mee blinde San. I by this light doe I that you may look upon nobodies crime but mine Pre. I should be blind indeede Al. Pray Sir read your Verses San. Shall I sing 'em or say 'em Al. Which you can best Soto Both scurvily San. I 'le set out a throate then Oh that I were a Bee to sing Hum buz buz hum I first would bring Home Honey to your Hive and there leave my sting Soto He manders San. Oh that I were a Goose to feede At your barne-dore such Corne I need Nor would I bite but Gozlings breede Soto And Ganders San. Oh that I were your Need'les eye How through your Linnen would I flie And never leave one stich awry Soto Hee 'l towze yee San. Oh would I were one of your haires That you might combe out all my cares And kill the Nits of my despaires Soto Oh Lowzie San. How Lowzie I can Rimes be Lowzie Omnes No no th' are excellent Al. But are these all your own San. Mine own wud I might never see Inck drop out of the nose of any Goose quil more if velvet Cloaks have not clap'd me for 'em doe you like 'em Pre. Past all compare they shall be writ out When y'have as good or better For these and those pray booke me down your debtor Your Paper is long liv'd having two soules Verses and Gold San. Would both those were in thee pritty little body sweets Gipsie Pre. A Pistolet and this Paper 't would choake me Soto No more then a bribe does a Constable the Verses will easily into your head then buy what you like with the Gold and put it into your belly I hope I ha chaw'd a good reason for you San. Will you chaw my Jennet ready sir Soto And eate him down if you say the word Exit San. Now the coxcombe my man is gon because y' are but a Country company of Strowles I thinke your stock is thred-bare here mend it with this Cloake Al. What do you meane sir San. This Scarfe this Feather and this Hat Omnes Deare Signior San. If they be never so deare pox 'o this hot Ruffe little Gipsie wear thou that Al. Your meaning sir San. My meaning is not to be an Asse to carry a burthen when I need not if you shew your Gambols forty Leagues hence I 'le gallop to 'em Farwel old Gray-beard adue Mother mumble-crust morrow my little Wart of beauty Exit Enter Don John Muffled Al. So harvest will come in such Sunshine days Will bring in golden sheafes our Markets raise Away to your taske Exit Don John pulls Pretiosa back Pre. Mother Grand-mother Jo. Two rowes of Kindred in one mouth Eu. Be not uncivill sir thus have you us'd her thrice Jo. Thrice three thousand more may I not use mine own Pre. Your own by what tenure Jo. Cupid entailes this Land upon me I have wooed thee thou are coy by this aire I am a Bull of Tarisa wild mad for thee you told I was some copper coyne I am a Knight of Spaine Don Francisco de Carcomo my Father I Don John his Sonne this paper tells you more grumble not old Granam heere 's gold for I must by this white hand marry this cherry-lip'd sweet-mouth'd villaine Pre. There 's a thing call'd quando Jo. Instantly Eu. Art thou so willing Jo. Peace threescore and five Pre. Marry me eate a Chicken e're it be out o' th shell I
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
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