H' has stolen at all hours from us, and how readily

[well H' has feign'd a business to bid the fort fareFor five or six days, or a month together! Sure there is something

Pin. Yes, yes, there's a thing in't, [after it, A thing would make the best on's all dance A dainty thing! Lord, how this uncle ofmine Has read to me, and rated me for wenching, And told me in what desperate case 'twould leave me,

And how 'twould stew my bones

Pedro. You car'd not for it.

[easily,

Pin. I'faith, not much; I ventur'd on still And took my chance; danger's a soldier's honour. [Dias, But that this man, this herb of grace, Ruy This father of our faculties, should slip thus! (For sure he is a-ferreting) that he [rit, That would drink nothing, to depress the spiBut milk and water, eat nothing but thin air, To make his blood obedient; that his youth, In spite of all his temperance, should tickle, And have a love-mange on him— Chris. 'Tis in him, sir, [rank too. But honourable courtship, and becomes his Pin. In me it were abominable lechery, or would be; [their level,

For when our thoughts are on't, and miss We must hit something.

Pedro. Well, he's a noble gentleman; And, if he be a suitor, may he speed in't! Pin. Let him alone; our family ne'er fail'd yet.

[niero. Chris. Our mad lieutenant still, merry PiThus would he do, if the surgeon were searching of him. [shot him. Pedro. Especially if a warm wench had Pin. But hark, Christophero; come hither, Pedro ; [sia,

When saw you our brave countryman, ArmuHe that's arriv'd here lately, and his gallants? A goodly fellow, and a brave companion Methink he is, and no doubt truly valiant; For he that dares come hither dares fight any where.

[tleman

Chris. I saw him not of late. A sober genI'm sure he is; and no doubt bravely sprung, And promises much nobleness.

Pin. I love him,

[him. And by my troth would fain be inward with Pray let's go seek him.

Pedro. We'll attend you, sir.

Pin. By that time, we shall hear the burst
of business.
[Exeunt.

Enter Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisuna, and Pa

nura.

Quisar. Aunt, I much thank you for your courtesy,

And the fair liberty you still allow me,
Both of your house and service. Tho' I be
A princess, and by that prerogative stand
free

From the poor malice of opinion,

And no ways bound to render up my actions,
Because no power above me can examine me;
Yet, my dear brother being still a prisoner,
And many wandring eyes upon my ways,
Being left alone a sea-mark, it behoves me
To use a little caution, and be circumspect.
Quisan. You're wise and noble, lady.
Quisar. Often, aunt,

I resort hither, and privately to see you,
It may be to converse with some I favour:
I would not have it known as oft, nor con-
It stands not with my care.
[stru'd;

Quisan. You speak most fairly;
For ev'n our pure devotions are examin'd.
Quisar. So mad are men's minds now.
Ruy. Or rather monstrous;
They're thick dreams bred in fogs, that know
no fairness.
[yours, (pray use me)
Quisan. Madam, the house is yours, I'm
And at your service all I have lies prostrate;
My care shall ever be to yield you honour,
And, when your fame falls here, 'tis my fault,
lady.

sence

A poor and simple banquet I've provided, Which if you please to honour with your pre[you instantly. Quisar. I thank you, aunt! I shall be with A few words with this gentleman! Quisan. I'll leave you; [you. And when you please retire, I'll wait upon [Exeunt Quisan, and Pan. Quisar. Why, how now, captain? what, afraid to speak to me?

A man of arms, and daunted with a lady? Commanders have the power to parle with princes. [showr'd on me, Ruy. Madam, the favours you have still (Which are so high above my means of merit, So infinite, that nought can value 'em But their own goodness; no eyes look up to 'em

But those that are of equal light and lustre) Strike me thus mute! You are my royal mistress,

And all my services, that aim at honour,
Take life from you, the saint of my devotions.
Pardon my wish! it is a fair ambition,
And well becomes the man that honours you:
I would I were of worth, of something near

you,

Of such a royal piece?! a king I would be, A mighty king that might command affection, And bring a youth upon me might bewitch you,

And you a sweet-soul'd Christian.

command affection,

Quisar.

expression,

That I might-But I dare not speak. Quisar. I dare then;

[lady,

[blush not;

That you might hope to marry me: nay,
An honourable end needs no excuse.
And would you love me then?

Ruy. My soul not dearer.

Quisar. Do some brave thing that may entice me that way,

Something of such a meritorious goodness,
Of such an unmatch'd nobleness, that I may
know
[you.
You have a power beyond ours that preserves
'Tis not the person, nor the royal title,
Nor wealth, nor glory, that I look upon;
That inward man I love that's lin'd with vir
tue,

That well-deserving soul works out a favour.
I've many princes suitors, many great ones,
Yet above these I love you; you are valiant,
An active man, able to build a fortune:
I do not say I dote, nor mean to marry;
Only the hope is, something may be done
That may compel my faith, and ask my free-
And leave opinion fair.
[dom,

Ruy. Command, dear lady!
And let the danger be as deep as hell,
As direful to attempt―

Quisar. You are too sudden;

I must be rul'd by you: find out a fortune, Wisely and handsomely; examine time, And court occasion that she may be ready! A thousand uses for your forward spirit You may find daily; be sure you take a good one! [you!

A brave and worthy one, that may advance Forc'd smiles reward poor dangers: you're a soldier,

(I'd not talk so else) and I love a soldier, And that that speaks him true and great, his

valour :

[lies,

Yet for all these, which are but women's folYou may do what you please; I shall still know you,

And, tho' you wear no sword

Ruy. Excellent lady!

When I grow so cold, and disgrace my nation, That from their hardy nurses suck adventures,

And we the first of nations find these wonders.
Arm. These noble thoughts, sir, have en-
tic'd us forward,
[racles,
And minds unapt for ease, to see these mi-
In which we find report a poor relater:
We are arriv'd among the blessed islands,
Where every wind that rises blows perfumes.
And every breath of air is like an incense;
The treasure of the sun dwells here; each
As if it envied the old Paradise, [tree,
Strives to bring forth immortal fruit; the
spices

Renewing nature, tho' not deifying; [earth,
And when that falls by time, scorning the
The sullen earth, should taint or suck their
beauties;

But as we dream'd, for ever so preserve us:
Nothing we see, but breeds an admiration;
The very rivers, as we float along, [court us;
Throw up their pearls, and curl their heads to
The bowels of the earth swell with the births
Of thousand unknown gems, and thousand
riches;
[sure.
Nothing that bears a life, but brings a trea-

The

But that I see a wonder too, all excellent, The government exact

Chris. You shall see anon

[beauties,

That that will make you start indeed! such
Such riches, and such form-

Enter Bekam, Syana, and Governor.
Soza. We're fire already;
The wealthy magazine of Nature sure
Inhabits here.

Arm. These sure are all islanders. [lovers.
Pin. Yes, and great princes too, and lusty
Arm. They're goodly persons. What might
he be, signor,

That bears so proud a state?

Pin. King of Bakam,

A fellow that farts terror.

Eman. He looks highly;

Sure he was begot o' th' top of a steeple.
Chris. It may well be;

For you shall hear him ring anon.
Pin. That is Syana,

[liant.

[him.

And a brave-temper'd fellow, and more va-
Soza. What rugged face is that?
Pin. That's the great governor,
The man surpriz'd our friend; I told you of
Arm. H'has dangerous eyes.
Pin. A perilous thief, and subtle!
Chris. And, to that subtilty, a heart of iron.
Pin. Yet the young lady makes it melt.
Arm. They start all,

And thunder in the eyes.

Bakam. Away, ye poor ones! Am I in competition with such bubbles? My virtue and my name rank'd with such Syana. You speak loud.

[trifles? Bakam. Young man, I will speak louder! Can any man but I deserve her favour, You petty princes?

Pin. He will put 'em all in's pocket. [Princes fly at one another.

Syana. Thou proud mad thing, be not so

So full of vanity!

[full of glory,

Bakam. How! I contemn thee,

And that fort-keeping fellow!

So far behind thy file, I cannot reach thee? What canst thou merit?

Bakam. Merit? I'm above it;

I'm equal with all honours, all atchievements, And what is great and worthy; the best doer I keep at my command; Fortune's my servant: 'Tis in my power now to despise such wretches, To look upon ye slightly, and neglect ye; And, but she deigns at some hours to remember ye,

And people have bestow'd some titles on ye, I should forget your names.

Syana. Mercy of me!

What a blown fool has self-affection [mother Made of this fellow! Did not the queen your Long for bellows and bagpipes when she was great with you,

She brought forth such a windy birth?

Gov. 'Tis ten to one

She eat a drum, and was deliver'd of a larum; Or else he was swaddled in an old sail when he was young10. [ditations: Syana. He swells too mainly with his meFaith, talk a little handsomer, ride softly That we may be able to hold way with you! We're princes; [wiser!

But those are but poor things to you: talk 'Twill well become your mightiness: talk less, That men may think you can do more!

Gov. Talk truth, [lieve you! That men may think you're honest, and beOr talk yourself asleep, for I am weary of you. Bakam. Why, I can talk and do-

Gov. That would do excellent. [princess, Bakam. And tell you, only I deserve the And make good only I, if you dare; you, sir; Or you, Syana's prince!

Pin. Here's a storm toward; Methinks it sings already. To him, governor! Gov. Here lies my proof.

Syana. And mine.

Gov. I'll be short with you;

[Draw.

For these long arguments I was ne'er good at. Pin. How white the boaster looks!

Cull out the princess.

Enter Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana, and Panuru.

Arm. I see he lacks faith,

Ruy. For shame, forbear, great princes; rule your angers!

You violate the freedom of this place,
The state and royalty-

Gov. He's well contented,

It seems; and so I've done.

Arm. Is this she, signor? Pin. This is the princess, sir, Arm. She's sweet and goodly, An admirable form; they've cause to justle. Quisar. Ye wrong me and my court, ye froward princes!

Comes your love wrapt in violence to seek us? Is't fit, tho' you be great, my presence should

be

Stain'd and polluted with your bloody rages? My privacies affrighted with your swords? He that loves me, loves my command: be temper'd,

Or be no more what ye profess, my servants! Omnes. We're calm as peace.

Arm. What command she carries! And what a sparkling majesty flies from her! Quisar. Is it ye love to do? Ye shall find danger,

And danger that shall start your resolutions: But not this way. "Tis not contention who loves

Me to my face best, or who can flatter most, Can carry me: he that deserves my favour, And will enjoy what I bring, love and majesty,

[lour.

[ine, Must win me with his worth, must travel for Must put his hasty rage off, and put on A well-confirm'd, a temperate, and true vaOmmes. But shew the way. Quisar. And will; and then shew you A will to tread the way, I'll say ye're worthy! Pin. What task now will she turn 'em to? These hot youths

[eyes,

I fear will find a cooling card: I read in her Something that has some swinge must fly amongst 'em :

By this hand, I love her a little now!

Quisar. 'Tis not unknown to yoù

I had a royal brother, now miserable, [tious, And prisoner to that man: if I were ambiGap'd for that glory was ne'er born with me, There he should lie, his miseries upon him; If I were covetous, and my heart set

On riches, and those base effects that follow On pleasures uncontrol'd, or safe revenges, There he should die, his death would give me all these;

For then stood I up absolute to do all:

Yet all these flattering shows of dignity, These golden dreams of greatness, cannot force me

To forget nature and my fair affection :
Therefore, that man that would be known
my lover
[him,
Must be known his redeemer, and must bring
Either alive or dead, to my embraces
(For e'en his bones I scorn shall feel such
slavery),

Or seek another mistress. "Twill be hard
To do this, wondrous hard, a great adventure,
Fit for a spirit of an equal greatness!
But being done, the reward is worthy of it.
Chris. How they stand gaping all!
Quisar. Ruy Dias cold!

[me:
Not fly like fire into it? May be, you doubt
He that shall do this is my husband, prince",
By the bright heavens, he is! by whose jus-
I openly proclaim it: if I lie,
Or seek to set you on with subtilty, [hood!
Let that meet with me, and reward my fals-
No stirring yet? no start into a bravery?

[tice

Ruy. Madam, it may be; but being a main danger,

[me, Your grace must give me leave to look about And take a little time: the cause will ask it; Great acts require great counsels. Quisar. Take your pleasure!

I fear the Portugal.

Bakam. I'll raise an army

That shall bring back his island, fort and all, And fix it here.

Gov. How long will this be doing? [days. You should have begun in your grandfather's Syana. What may be, [ladyAnd what my power can promise, noblest My will I'm sure stands fair.

Quisar, Fair be your fortune! Few promises are best, and fair performance. Gov. These cannot do; their power and arts are weak ones!

[ther, 'Tis in my will; I have this king your broHe is my prisoner; I accept your proffer, And bless the fair occasion that atchiev'd him: I love you, and I honour you. But speak, Whether alive or dead he shall be render'd, And see how readily, how in an instant, Quick as your wishes, lady

Quisar. No; I scorn you,

You and your courtesy! I hate your love, sir;
And ere I would so basely win his liberty,
I'd study to forget he was my brother.
By force he was ta'en; he that shall enjoy
[me.

me,

Shall fetch him back by force, or never know
Pin. As I live, a rare wench!
Arm. She has a noble spirit.
Gov. By force?

Quisar.

He lies there till he rots else! Tho' I love him
Most tenderly and dearly, as a brother,
And out of these respects would joy to see him,
Yet, to receive him as thy courtesy, [him,
With all the honour thou couldst add unto
From his hands that most hates him, I had
rather

(Tho' no condition were propounded for him) See him far sunk i'th' earth, and there forget him!

Pin. Your hopes are gelt, good governor. Arm. A rare woman!

Gov. Lady,

I'll pull this pride, I'll quench this bravery, And turn your glorious scorn to tears and howlings;

I will, proud princess! This neglect of me
Shall make thy brother-king most miserable,
Shall turn him into curses 'gainst thy cruelty:
For where before I us'd him like a king,
And did those royal offices unto him,
Now he shall lie a sad lump in a dungeon,
Loaden with chains and fetters; cold and
hunger,
[nions.

Darkness, and lingring death, for his compa-
And let me see who dare attempt his rescue,
What desp'rate fool look toward it! Farewell,
And when thou know'st him thus, lament
tby follies!

Nay, I will make thee kneel to take my offer: Once more farewell, and put thy trust in puppits! [Exit.

[honour.

Manent Armusia and his Companions. Arm. How do you like her spirit? Soza. 'Tis a clear one, Clogg'd with no dirty stuff; she's all pure Eman. The bravest wench I ever look'd upon, And of the strongest parts! She is most fair; Yet her mind such a inirror—

Arm. What an action [glory, Would this be to put forward on, what a And what an everlasting wealth to end it! Methinks my soul is strangely rais'd.

Soza. To step into't, [termin'd, Just while they think; and, ere they have deTo bring the king off!

Arm. Things have been done as dangerous. Eman. And prosper'd best, when they were least consider'd. [friends, assist me! Arm. Bless me, my hopes! and you, my None but our companions

Soza. You deal wisely,

[ant,

[with us! And, if we shrink, the name of slaves die Eman. Stay not for second thoughts. Arm. I am determin'd: And, tho' I lose, it shall be sung, I was valiAnd my brave offer shall be turn'd to story, Worthy the princess' tongue. A boat! that's [chants! That's unprovided; and habits like to merThe rest we'll counsel as we go.

all

Sozu. Away then!

Fortune looks fair on those make haste to

[win her.

[Exeunt.

Enter Keeper and two or three Moors. Keeper. I HAVE kept many a man, and

many a great one,

Yet, I confess, I never saw before

A man of such a sufferance: he lies now Where I'd not lay my dog (for sure 'twould kill him), [him, Where neither light or comfort can come near Nor air nor earth that's wholesome. It grieves me

To see a mighty king, with all his glory, Sunk o'th' sudden to the bottom of a dungeon. Whither should we descend, that are poor rascals,

If we had our deserts?

1 Moor. 'Tis a strange wonder! [tempts, Load him with irons, oppress him with con

(Which are the governor's commands) give him nothing,

Or so little, to sustain life, 'tis next nothing, They stir not him; he smiles upon his miseries, [nature

And bears 'em with such strength as if his Had been nurs'd up and foster'd with calamities. [repines not,

2 Moor. He gives no ill words, curses, nor Blames nothing, hopes in nothing, we can hear of; [nothing. And, in the midst of all these frights, fears Keeper. I'll be sworn

He fears not; for e'en when I shake for him, (As many times my pity will compel me) When other souls, that bear not half his burden, [oppressions, Shrink in their powers, and burst with their

Then