Hip. We could wish you better fortune, lady; But dare not help you. Aminta. Be your own friends; I think ye! Now, only my last audit, and my greatest! Raym. Who's this? Sure 'tis a woman. I have trod this place, And found much footing; now I know 'tis peopled. Ha! let me see! it is her face! Oh, Heav'n! Aminta. Oh, Raymond, oh, brother! Nay, kiss me first; oh, joy! Aminta. Fly, fly, dear brother! Jul. A man, a man, a new man; Enter Juletta, Crocale, and Clarinda. Clar. Dispatch him; Take him off; shoot him straight! Aminta. Oh, brother, brother! Clar. Away with 'em, and in dark prisons bind 'em! [mother, One word replied, ye die both. Now, brave Follow thy noble anger, and I'll help thee! [Excunt. ACT V. For pity or compassion to these pirates, Digs up her father's, or her brother's tomb, And spurns about their ashes. Couldst thou remember what a father thou Hadst once, 'twould steel thy heart 'gainst foolish pity: By his memory, and the remembrance of Ros. He too:-Yet, that we may learn Whether they are the same, or near allied To those that forc'd me to this cruel course, Better their poor allowance, and permit 'em To meet together, and confer, Croc. That shall be my charge. All hope of rescue (for this new-come captain sun Ends his diurnal progress, I will be [Exeunt. Croc. So, serve it plentifully, and lose not time Ten Which tortures cannot open: open the doors O'th' several prisons, and give all free en trance fall. Into this room! Undiscover'd I can here mark Enter Tibalt and Master. Here's captain Careless, and the tough ship- The mystery of this some good hobgoblin Master. I am amaz'd at it; Nor can I sound th' intent. Substantial bread, not painted? You may be poison'd. Tib. I am sure I'm famish'd; Tib. Do: [guts And famine, as the wise man says, gripes the What lady's cheek, tho' cerus'd o'er, comes near it? It sparkles too, hangs out diamonds: Oh, My sweetheart, how I will hug thee! again, and again! [favours, They are poor drunkards, and not worth thy That number thy moist kisses in these crystals. Master. But, monsieur, Here are suckets, and sweet dishes. Tib. Tush! boy's-meat! I'm past it: here is strong food, fit for men, Nectar, old lad! Mistress of merry hearts, Once more I am bold with you. Master. Take heed, man! Too much will breed distemper. Tib. Hast thou liv'd at sea The most part of thy life, where to be sober, While we have wine aboard, is capital treason, And dost thou preach sobriety? Master. Prithee, forbear; We may offend in it; we know not for whom It was provided. [hang me; Tib. I am sure for me; Therefore, footra! when I am full, let 'em I care not! Enter Albert, Aminta, Raymond, Lamure, Morillat, and Franville, severally. Master. This has been his temper ever. See, provoking dishes; candied eringoes, And potatoes! Tib. I'll not touch 'em; I will drink; Master. Who are these? Raym. Albert? Tib. Away! I'll be drunk alone; Keep off, rogues, or I'll belch ye into air; Not a drop here! [such anger! Aminta. Dear brother, put not in your eyes Those looks, poison'd with fury, shot at him, Reflect on me. Oh, brother, look inilder, or The crystal of his temperance will turn Them on yourself. us Alb. Sir, I have sought you long focean To find your pardon; you have plough'd the To wreak your vengeance on me, for the rape Of this fair virgin. Now our fortune guides [rather To meet on such hard terms, that we need A mutual pity of our present state, Than to expostulate of breaches past, Which cannot be made up. And tho' it be Far from your power to force me to confess That I have done you wrong, or, such submission [ger, Failing to make my peace, to vent your anYou being yourself slav'd, as I, to others; Yet for your sister's sake, her blessed sake, In part of recompense of what sh' has suffer'd For my rash folly, the contagion Of my black actions catching hold upon Tib. Drink upon it; it Is a good motion! ratify't in wine, Raym. When I consider [from, fon The ground of our long difference, and look Our not-to-be-avoided miseries, It doth beget in me, I know not how, A soft religious tenderness; which tells me, Tho' we have many faults to answer for Upon our own account, our father's crimes Are in us punish'd. Oh, Albert, the course They took to leave us rich was not honest; Nor can that friendship last which virtue joins not. [gals When first they forc'd th' industrious PortuFrom their plantations in the Happy IslandsCroc. This is that I watch for. [men, Raym. And did omit no tyranny which Inur'd to spoil and mischief could inflict On the griev'd sufferers; when by lawless rapine [sow'd; They reap'd the harvest which their labours And not content to force 'em from their dwelling, But Act 5.] But laid for 'em at sea, to ravish from 'em The last remainder of their wealth; then, then, After a long pursuit, each doubting other, With innocent gore, upon their wretched Enter Crocale. Croc. None, unless you shew us We are those Portugals you talk'd of. I met upon the sea in a tall ship, Raym. Some such tale they told me; Croc. Where are these inen? Left 'em, supposing they'd deluded me Alb. The same men, Raym. So they profess'd. [save your lives: Croc. They may prove such men as may And so much I am taken with fair hope, That I will hazard life to be resolv'd on't. How came you hither? Ray My ship lies by the river's mouth; That can convey ye to these wretched men Which desire to see. you Croc. Back to your prisons, And pray for the success! If they be those Which I desire to find, you're safe; if not, Prepare to die to-morrow! for the world Cannot redeem ye. Alb. Howe'er, we are arm'd Tib. What must become of me now, For either fortune. That I am not dismiss'd? VOL. III. [Exit. Croc. Oh, sir, I purpose To have your company. Tib. Take heed, wicked woman! I'm apt to mischief now. Croc. You can't be so Unkind to her that gives you liberty. Tib. No, 249 I shall be too kind, that's the devil on't! Joan is a lady to me, and I shall lay Croc. Come, sir; I'll help you in. [Exeunt. Nicusa. In it a woman, Who seems t'invite us to her. With signs of love to hasten to her: Nicusa. Tho' it bring death, To us 'tis comfort, and deserves a meeting: Or else fortune, tir'd with what we've suffer'd, And in it overcome, as it may be, Fit for a bloody feast. Alb. It seems prepar'd To kill our courages, ere they divorce Raym. But they that fearless fall, An Altar prepar'd. Enter Rosellia, Clarindu, Juletta, Hippolita, &c. Aminta. See the furies, In their full trim of cruelty! Ros. "Tis the last Duty that I can pay to my dead lord. The priest, and boldly do those horrid rites Sebastian and Nicusa: we are they That groan'd beneath your fathers' wrongs! Those wretched women [We are Their injuries pursu'd and overtook, Alb. Or that we never forc'd it from the Ros. All you affirm, I know, is [throats; But to win time; therefore prepare your The world shall not redeem ye! And, that your cries May find no entrance to our ears, to move [der? Why are their looks so full of joy and wonCroc. Oh, lay by These instruments of death, and welcome to Your arms what you durst never hope t' embrace! This is Sebastian; this Nicusa, madam; Preserv'd by miracle. Look up, dear sir, And know your own Rosellia! be not lost In wonder and amazement; or if nature Can, by instinct, instruct you what it is 28 Sir, in your looks, To be bless'd with the name of father, freely Enjoy't in this fair virgin! Seb. Tho' my miseries, And many years of wants I have endur'd, Of all joys past; yet, looking on this building, I see a perfect model of thyself, Which, by fair order and succession, I see And I despair not-for, if she be mine, Ros. She does give up herself, Her power and joys, and all, to you, to be Seb. Sir, in your looks 28, I read Alb. We thank you, sir. Aminta. Oh, happy hour! Alb. Oh, my dear Aminta, Now all our fears are ended. Tib. Here I fix; She's mettle, steel to the back, and will cut My leaden dagger, if not us'd with discretion. Croc. You're still no changeling. Sch Nay, all look chearfully; for none shall be Denied their lawful wishes. When a while We've here refresh'd ourselves, we will return To our sev'ral homes: and well that Voyage ends, That makes of deadly enemies, faithful friends! [Exeunt omnes. I read your suit of my Clarinda;-] Perhaps the reader would wish to know whom the old gentleman means here. I can think of no one but Nicusa his nephew. Yet this s but a guess, and if the reader imagines any one of the company (Albert and Tibalt excepted, deserves Clarinda better than her cousin, let him reject mine, and enjoy his own opinion. Sympson. When Aminta depreciates Albert, in her conversation with Clarinda, she recommends Raymond to her: it is most likely, therefore, he is the person intended by the poet to possess her. THE A COMEDY. The Commendatory Verses by Gardiner and Hills, speak of this Comedy as the production of Fletcher alone; but the Prologue mentions it as the joint performance of both Authors. It was first printed in the folio of 1647; and appears to have been revived at the Theatre Royal about the end of the last century, when a Prologue was spoken by Joe Haines. We do not know of any performance of it since that time. The work itself too, when it first came forth," Of curious palates) wanting wit and strength- That 1 England, France.] As the scene never changes from England through the whole play, and, as I remember, the word France does not occur above once in this piece, I have made no scruple to expel and explode what never possibly could have stood in the author's manuscript. 2 Sympson. That fault's reform'd.] In the Stationers' Preface to the edition of 1647, we have those words: When these Comedies and Tragedies were presented on the stage, the actors omit Kk 2 ted |