That's fit for such an hour, let her say't quickAnd seriously! [Exit. Alb. Come; I see it clear, lady; Come in, and take some comfort! I'll stay with you. [should I hope? Aminta. Where should I stay? to what end Am I not circled round with misery? Confusions in their full heights dwell about me! [you, Oh, monsieur Albert, how am I bound to curse (If curses could redeem me) how to hate you! You forc'd me from my quiet, from my friends, Even from their arms that were as dear to me As day-light is, or comfort to the wretched; You forc'd my friends, some from their peaceful rest, [groans; Some your relentless sword gave their last ('Would I had there been number'd!) and to fortune's [ther Never-satisfied afflictions you turn'd my broAnd those few friends I'd left, like desperate [pitics. creatures, To their own fears and the world's stubborn Oh, merciless! Alb. Sweet mistress! Aminta. And whether they are wandring to avoid you, L'em Or whether dead, and no kind earth to cover Was this a lover's part? but Heaven has found you, And in his loudest voice, his voice of thunder, And in the mutiny of his deep-wonders+, He tells you now, you weep too late. Alb. Let these tears Tell how I honour you! You know, dear lady, Since you were mine, how truly I have lov'd you, How sanctimoniously observ'd your honour: Not one lascivious word, not one touch, lady, No, not a hope that might not render me The unpolluted servant of your chastity. For you I put to sea, to seek your brothers, (Your captain, yet your slave) that his redemption, If he be living where the sun has circuit, May expiate your rigour, and my rashness. Aminta. The storm grows greater; what shall we do? Enter Master, Sailors, Gentlemen, and Boatswain. Master. It must all overboard. felse!) (All the meat, and the cakes; we are all gone That we may find her leaks, and hold her up! Yet save some little biscuit for the lady, 'Till we come to th' land! Lum. Must my goods over too? Why, honest Master, here lies all my money, The money I ha' rak'd by usury, To buy new lands and lordships in new coun[been tries, 'Cause I was banish'd from mine own: I ha' This twenty years a-raising it. Tib. Out with it! Of his deep wonders.] Deep wonders may be good English, but it is not very intelligible as it is here circumstanced; the addition of a single hyphen makes all clear, deep-wonders. Sympson. 5 For you I put to sea, to seek your brother.] This, if it has any meaning, must signify that his sole end of putting to sea was to find out her brother, and yet, act iii. scene 1, Franville says positively, that they were bound For happy places, and most fertile islands; but that afterwards She turn'd the captain's mind, &c. This inconsistency might possibly be owing to some over and above complaisant player, who was willing to enhance the value of Albert's service, and make him compliment his mistress, not only at the expence of our poets, but even of truth itself. Sympson. This assertion here is too positive, and too much pursued, and the circumstance too unimportant to be ascribed to the interpolation of a player. If there is an inconsistency, it is more probably owing to the inadvertency of the authors. Fling o'er the lading, &c.] The giving this and the following four lines to the Master (which was before a continuation of the Boatswain's speech) is recommended by Sympson. Gg 2 Down THE SEA-VOYAGE. Alb. Take mine, and spare not. Fran. I am undone For ever. Alb. Why, we're all undone: would you Be only happy? Lam. Sir, you may lose too. Tib. Thou liest! I ha' nothing but my skin, And my cloaths; my sword here, and inyself; Two crowns in my pocket, two pair of cards', And three false dice: I can swim like a fish, Rascal; nothing to hinder me. Boats. In with her of all bands! Master. Comé, gentlemen; come, captain; My life now for the land! 'Tis high and rocky, Alb. However, let's attempt it! Enter Sebastian and Nicusa. Seb. Yes, 'tis a ship; I sce it now; a tall She has wrought lustily for her deliverance. 6 Heaven has no storm in store, nor earth no Seb. 'Tis true, Nicusa: If fortune were determin'd to be wanton, And would wipe out the stories of men's miseries, [Act 1. Yet we two living, we could cross her purpose; Nicusa. Do they live still? Seb. Yes, and make to harbour. Seb. How happy had they been, had the They leap from one calamity to another; .Sorrows. What shouts of joy they make! Nicusa. Alas, poor wretches! Seb. Nay, to curses, That ever they set foot on such calamities: Here is no thing but rocks and barrenness, Hunger and cold, to eat; here's no vineyards To chear the heart of man, no crystal rivers, After his labour to refresh his body, If he be feeble; nothing to restore him, But heav'nly hopes: Nature, that made those remedies, Dares not come here, nor look on our dis[tresses, For fear she turn wild, like the place, and barren. Nicusa. Oh, uncle, yet a little memory of [what we were! 'Twill be a little comfort in our calamities: When we were seated in our blessed homes, How happy in our kindreds, in our families, In all our fortunes Seb. Curse on those French pirates We found there, constrained us to sea, 7 Two pair of cards.] i. e. Two PACKS of cards, as they are now called. They were formerly called, as here, PAIRS of cards. Thus in The honorable historie of the Frier Bacon and Frier Bongay, by Robert Greene, 1630,'' Have you not good tippling houses there? may not a man have a lusty fire there, a pot of good ale, a PAIRE of cardes, a swinging piece of chalke, and a brown toast that will clap a white wastcoat on a cup of good drinke?? Here's nothing but rocks and barrenness, R. Hunger and cold to eat; here's no vineyards, &c.] Nothing but rocks and barrenness to eat, is intelligible and good language, but surely no poetical license will excuse what follows, Hunger and cold to eat ; I would read, for meat; i. e. instead of meat, and propose to supply the measure thus, There's nothing here but rocks and barrenness, Hunger and cold for meat; here are no vineyards, &c. I would read and point thus, Here's nothing here but rocks and barrenness, As I have not alter'd the text, the reader may take his choice. Seward. Sympson. We do not understand why meat is better than cat; the sense is the same; and the rest of the variation is unauthorized. My My wife, my daughter, and my noble ladies That went with her, virgins and loving souls, Το scape those pirates- Nicusa. They are living yet; such goodness cannot perish. [again. Seb. But never to me, cousin, never to me What bears their flag-staves? Nicusa. The arms of France sure. Nay, do not start! we cannot be more miserable; Death is a cordial now, come when it will. Seb. They get to shore apace; they'll fly as fast [which swims there? When once they find the place. What's that Micusa. A strong young man, sir, with a handsome woman Hanging about his neck, Seb. That shews some honour: May thy brave charity, whate'er thou art, Be spoken in a place that may renown thee, And not die here! Nicusa. The boat, it seems, turn'd over, So forced to their shifts; yet all are lauded. They're pirates, on my life. Seb. They will not rob us; For none will take our misery for riches. Come, cousin, let's descend, and try their pities! If we get off, a little hope walks with us; If not, we shall but load this wretched island With the same shadows still, that must grow shorter. [Exeunt. Enter Albert, Aminta, Tibalt, Morillat, Lamure, Master, Franville, Surgeon, and Sailors. Tih. Wet come ashore?, my mates! we're safe arriv'd yet. [man lost: Master. Thanks to Heaven's goodness, no The ship rides fair too, and her leaks in good plight. -How does my dear? Alb. The weather's turn'd more courteous. Alas, how weak she is, and wet! Aminta. I am glad yet, I scap'd with life: Which certain, noble captain, next to Heaven's goodness, I must thank you for; and, which is more, Acknowledge your dear tenderness, your firm love, To your unworthy mistress; and recant too (Indeed I must) those harsh opinions, Those cruel unkind thoughts, I heap'd upon you: Further than that, I must forget your injuries, So far I am tied and fetter'd to your service; Believe me, I will learn to love. Alb. I thank you, ınadam; And it shall be my practice to serve. What cheer, companions? • Wet come ashore-arrived yet. Tib. No great cheer, sir; a piece of soused biscuit, [order, And half an hard egg; for the sea has ta'en Being young and strong, we shall not surfeit, captain. For mine own part, I'll dance till I am dry: Come, Surgeon, out with your clyster-pipe, And strike a galliard. [fair weather, Aib. What a brave day again! and what After so foul a storm! Lam. Ay, an't pleas'd the Master, He might ha' seen this weather, and ha' sav'd our goods. [and healths. Alb. Never think on 'em! we've our lives Lam. I must think on 'em, and think 'twas most maliciously Done to undo me. Fran. And me too; I lost all: I ha'n't another shirt to put upon me, Nor cloaths, but these poor rags: I had fifteen Fair suits, the worst was cut upon taffaty. Tib. I am glad you ha' lost: give me thy hand! [with scabs? Is thy skin whole? Art thou not purl'd No antient monuments of madam Venus? Th'hast a suit then will pose the cunning'st tailor, That will never turu fashion, nor forsake thee, "Till thy executors, the worms, uncase thee; They take off glorious suits, Franville! thou'rt happy Thou art deliver'd of 'cm; here are no brokers, With ladies to adore 'em! Wilt thou see Fran. Ye're merry; But if I take it thus, if I be foisted Lam. Nor I, I vow thee! Nor inaster nor mate-I see your cunning. Aib. Oh, Be not angry, gentlemen! Mor. Yes, sir, we've reason: And some friends I can make. Mast. What I did, gentlemen, Was for the general safety: if ye aim I'm not so tame At me, Tib. Pray take my counsel; Gallants, fight not till the surgeon be well! He's damnable sea-sick, and may spoil all; Besides, h' has lost his fiddlestick, and the best Mast. Thanks-] Wet come alluding to welcome, is exceeding right and in Tibalt's mouth, whose droll character is well supported throughout the play. Purld.] Perhaps from the French word perle, rough, rugged, not smooth. Dictionary. R. Box of boar's-grease. Why do you make such And hand your swords? [faces, Alb. Who would ye fight with, gentlemen? Wh' has done ye wrong? for shame, be better temper'd! 1 vengeance on us: [ties, No sooner come to give thanks for our safe- That the singing storms are slumbers to it? Have at ye! I have little else to do now; Thou galloon gallant, and Mammon you Tib. Captain, let me correct 'em!I'll make ye ten times worse!-I will not leave 'em[eating; For look ye, fighting's as nourishing to me as I was born quarrelling. Master. Pray, sir! ['em! Tib. I will not leave 'em skins to cover Do you grumble when ye are well, ye rogues? Master. Noble Du-Pont! Tib. Ye have cloaths now, and ye prate. Aminta. Pray, gentlemen, for my sake, be at peace! Let it become me to make all friends! [a biscuit; Tib. 'Tis well; 'tis very well! There's half Break it amongst ye all, and thank my bounty. This is cloaths and plate too; come, no more quarrelling! Aminta. But ha! what things are these? Enter Sebastian and Nicusa. Tib. I've heard of sea-calves. Alb. They're no shadows sure; They've legs and arms. Tib. They hang but lightly on tho'. [faces? Aminta. How they look! Are they men's Tib. They have horse-tails growing to 'en, Goodly long manes. Aminta. Las, what sunk eyes they have! How they are crept in, as if they had been Sure they are wretched men. [frighted! Tib. Where are their wardrobes? [tiers! Look ye, Franville, here are a couple of cour Aminta. They kneel: alas, poor souls! Alb. What are ye? speak! Seb. We are inen as you are, Alb. We understand 'em too! Pray mark Seb. Or that Heaven's pleas'd with human Alb. Stand up, wretches. Speak boldly, and have release! Nicusa. If ye be Christians, And by that blessed name bound to relieve us, Convey us from this island! Alb. Speak! what are ye? [more, Seb. As you are, gende born; to tell ye Were but to number up our own calamities, And turn your eyes wild with perpetual weepings, These many years in this most wretched island We two have liv'd, the scorn and game of fortune: Bless yourselves from it, noble gentlemen! The greatest plagues that human nature suffers Are seated here, wildness and wants innu merable! Alb. How came ye hither? Nicusa. In a ship, as you do, and (as you might have been, [noble use) Had not Heav'n preserv'd ye for some more Wreckt desperately; our men and all con sum'd, But we two, that still live, and spin out No airy fowl dares make his flight o'er it, Act 1.1 Aboard with us; we will relieve your miseSeb. Nor will we be unthankful for this benefit; No, gentlemen, we'll pay for our deliverance: Look, ye that plough the seas for wealth and [tions, pleasures, ambiThat out-run day and night with Look on those heaps! they seem lard ragged quarries; your [jewels! Remove, and view 'em fully! Mor. And here another, all perfect gold! You must not be your own carvers. Lam. We have shares, and deep ones. Lam. Stand all to your freedoms! I'll have Tib. You shall be hang'd first. Lam. My losses shall be made good. All that will share with us, assist us! Tib. Captain, let's set in! Alb. This money will undo us, undo us all. Seb. This gold was th' overthrow of my happiness: me: I had command too, when I landed here, And led young, high, and noble spirits under [their captain, This cursed gold enticing 'em, they set upon On me that own'd this wealth, and this poor [own gentleman; Gave us no few wounds, forc'd us from our And then their civil swords, who should be [own lives; owners, And who lords over all, turn'd against their First, in their rage consum'd the ship, (That poor part of the ship that scap'd the first wreck) [and careful! Next, their lives by heaps: oh, be you wise Lam. We'll ha' more: sirrah, come shew it! Fran. Or ten times worse afflictions than thau speak'st of― Alb. Nay, an ye will be dogs-[Beats 'em. Tib. Let me come, captain! This golden age must have an iron ending. Have at the bunch! [He beats 'em off. Exit. Aminta. Oh, Albert! oh, gentlemen! oh, friends! [Exit. Seb. Come, noble nephew! if we stay [th' spoil; here we die: Here rides their ship yet; all are gone to Let's make a quick use! Nicusa. Away, dear uncle! Was our o'erthrow. Nicusa. It may now be our happiness. 231 [Exeunt. Tib. The lady's. Aminta. Look, captain, look! you are undone: poor captain! We're all undone, all, all! we are all miserable! [your ship! Mad wilful men, ye are undone: your ship, Alb. What of her? Aminta. She is under sail, and floating; See, where she flies! See, to your shames, you wretches, [gold! These poor starv'd things that shew'd you [Lamure and Franville go up to see the ship. 1 Sailor. They have cut the cables, ['em. And got her out; the tide too has befriended Master. Where are the sailors that kept her? [money, Boats. Here, here i' th' mutiny, to take up And left no creature; left the boat ashore too: This gold, this damn'd enticing gold! 2 Sailor. How the wind drives her, As if it vied to force her from our furies! Lam. Come back, good old men! Fran. Good honest men, come back! Tib. The wind's against ye; speak louder! Lam. Ye shall have all your gold again. They see us. Tib. Hold up your hands, and kneel, and howl, ye blockheads! They'll have compassion on ye? Yes, yes, 'tis very likely; ye've deserv'd it. Alb. I bleed apace, Tibalt. Tib. Retire, sir; And make the best use of our miseries! They but begin now. |