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Kill any thing I meet. Juletta, follow me, Hip. We could wish you better fortune, And call the rest along!
lady; Jul. We follow, madam. [E.reunt. But dare not help you, Enter Albert and Aminta.
Aminta. Be your own friends; I think
[Ereint. Aminta. I must be gone now, else she may Now, only my last audit, and my greatest ! suspect rue.
Oh, Heav'n! be kind unto me; How shall I answer her?
And, if it he thy will, preserven Alb Tell her directly.
Sure 'uis a woman. I have trod this place, Once more!
. And found much footing; now I know 'tis Alb. Farewell, and keep my love entire! peopled. Nay kiss me once again ! Methinks we should lla! let me see! it is her face! Oh, Heav'n! Amintu. Oh, ie wise, sir. (not part.
maid! Alb. Nay, one liss more!
Aminta. Oh, Raymond, oh, brother! Amintu. Indeed you're wanton;
Raym. lier tongue too ! 'tis my sister! We may be taken tuo.
What rude handEnter Clarinda, Juletta, Crocule, and Hippo
Nay, kiss me first; oh, joy!
Aminta. Fly, lis, der brother! lita,
You are lost else. Clar. Out, thou base woman!
Jul. A man, a man, a new man;
Raym. What are these?
Enter Juletta, Crocale, and Clarinda. Clar. Am I made bawd to your lascivious Croc. An enemy, an enemy! meetings?
[villain: Clur. Dispatch hiin; Are ve grown so wise in sin? Shut up that Take him utf; shoot him straight! And, sirrah, now expect my utmost anger. Raym. I dare not use my sword, ladies, Let him there starve !
Agninst such comely foes. Alb. I mock at your mischiefs ! [E.rit. Aminta. Oh, brother, brother! Clar, Tie that false witch unto that tree; Clur. Away with 'em, and in dark prisons there let [snakes bind 'em!
mother, The savaye beasts ynaw off her sweetness, and One word replied, ye dic both. Now, brave Embrace ber beauties; tie her, and watch Follow tly noble anger, and I'll help thee! Relieve her! [that none
Enter Rosellia, Clarinda, Crocale, Juletta,
that moves me
foolish pity :
Clur. The nex-come prisoner too?
Rus. He too :-Yet, that we may learn
To meet together, and confer,
Croc. That shall be my charge.
Ros. Yet, to prevent
[Ereunt. Enter Crocale, Juletta, and Hippolita.
A table furnished. Croc. So, serve it plentifully, and lose not time
T enquire the cause; there is a main design See, provoking dishes; candied eringoes,
[too But not a bit on a march; Which tortures cannot open: open the doors I'll be an eunuch rather. O'th' several prisons, and give all free en- Master. Who are these?
fall. Tib. Marry, who you will ; Into this room! Undiscover'd I can here mark I keep my text here.
Raym. Albert ?
Keep off, rogues, or I'll belch ye into air; The slaves are nos'd like vultures: how wild Not a drop here!
(such anger! Tib. Ha!
Aminta. Dear brother, put not in your eyes The mystery of this some good hobgoblin Those looks, poison’d with fury, shot at him, Rise and reveal!
Reflect on me. Oh, brother, look inilder, or Master. I am amaz'd at it;
The crystal of his temperance will turn Nor can I sound th' intent.
Them on yourself. Tib. Is not this bread?
Alb. Sir, I have sought you long (ocean Substantial bread, not painted ?
To find your pardon; you have plougl’d the Muster. But take heed!
To wreak your vengeance on me, for the rape You may be poison'd.
Of this fair virgin. Now our fortune guides Tib. I am sure I'm famish'd; (guts
(rather And famine, as the wise man says, gripes the To meet on such hard terms, that we need As much as any mineral. This may be treacle A mutual pity of our present state, Sent to preserve me after a long fast; Than to expostulate of breaches past, Or, be it viper's spittle, I'll run the hazard. Which cannot be made up. And tho' it be
Master. We're past all fear; I'll take part Far from your power to force me to confess Tib. Do:
That I have done you wrong, or, such subAnd now, i'faith, how do you feel yourself? mission
(ger, I find great ease in't. What's here? wine, Failing to make my peace, to vent your anan't be
(fools may talk You being yourself slav'd, as I, to others; Thy will ! strong lusty wine! (drinks.] Well, Yet for your sister's sake, her blessed sake, Of Mithridate, cordials, and elixirs;
In part of recompense of what sh' has suffer'd But from my youth this was my only physic. For my rash folly, the contagion Here's a colour!
Of my black actions catching hold upon What lady's cheek, tho' cerus'd o'er, comes Her purer innocence, I crave your mercy; near it?
And wish, however several motives kept us It sparkles too, hangs out diamonds: Oh, From being friends while we had hope to live, My sweetheart, how I will hug thee! again, Let death, which we expect, and cannot fly and again! [favours, End all contention !
[from, They are poor drunkards, and not worth thy Tib. Drink upon it; it That number thy moist kisses in these crystals. Is a good motion! ratify't in wine, Master. But, monsieur,
And 'tis authentical! Here are suckets, and sweet dishes.
Raym. When I consider
[on Tib. Tush! boy’s-meat!
The ground of our long difference, and look I'm past it: here is strong food, fit for men, Our not-to-be-avoided miseries, Nectar, old lad! Mistress of inerry hearts, It doth beget in me, I know not how, Once more I am bold with you.
soft religious tenderness; which tells ine, Master. Take heed, man!
Tho' we have many faults to answer for Too much will breed distemper.
Upon our own account, our father's crimes Tib. Hast thou liv'd at sea
Are in us punish'd. Oh, Albert, the course The most part of thy life, where to be sober, They took to leave us rich was not honest; While we have wine aboard, is capital treason, Nor can that friendship last which virtue And dost thou preach sobriety?
(gals Master. Prithee, forbear;
When first they forc'd th' industrious PortuWe may
offend in it; we know not for whom From their plantations in the Happy Islands It was provided.
Croc. This is that I watch for. men, 76. I am sure for me; [hang me; Raym. And did omit no tyranny which Therefore, footra! when I am tull, let 'em Inur'd to spoil and mischief could inflict I care not!
On the griev'd sufferers; when by lawless
rapine Enter Albert, Aminta, Raymond, Lamure,
(sow'd; Morillat, and Frunville, severally.
They reap'd the harvest which their labours
And not content to force 'em from their Master. This has been his temper ever. dwelling,
But laid for 'em at sea, to ravish from 'ein
Croc. Oh, sir, I purpose The last remainder of their wealth; then, To have your company: then,
Tib. Take heed, wicked woman!
Croc. You can't be so
Unkind to her that gives you liberty. (Forgive me, piety, that I call 'em so!)
Tib. No, No longer love or correspondence holds I shall be too kind, that's the devil on't! Than it is cemented with prey or profit: I've lead store of good wine; and, when I'm Then did they turn those swords they oft drunk, had bloodied
[selves, Joan is a lady to me, and I shall lay With innocent gore, upon their wretched About me like a lord. I feel strange motions! And paid the forfeit of their cruelty
Avoid me, temptation ! Shewn to Sebastian and his colony,
Croc, Coine, sir; I'll help you in. (Freunt. By being fatal enemies to each other.
Enter Sebastian and Nicusa,
Tliat moves upon the lake?
Seb. Still it draws nearer;
It is the French ship.
Nicusa. In it a woman, Soft tenderness familiar to their sex,
Who seems t'invite us to her. Will shew no mercy.
Seb. Still she calls
With signs of love to hasten to her:
So lovely hope doth still appcar,
I feel nor age, nor weakness. Our long-lost husbands.
Nicusu. Tho' it bring death, We are those Portugals you talk'd of. To us 'tis comtort, and deserves a meeting: Raym. Stay!
Or else fortune, tir'd with what we've sufI met upon the sea in a tall ship,
fer'd, Two Fortugals, farnishi'd almost to death. And in it overcome, as it may be, Tib. Our ship, by this wine,
Now sets a period to our misery. (Exeunt. And those the rogues that stole her,
[Horrid Music. Left us to famish in the Barren Islands! Raym. Some such tale they told me;
Enter severally Raymond, Albert, and Aminta. And something of a woinan, which I find Rayın. What dreadful sounds are these? To be my sister.
Aminta. Infernal music, Croc. Where are these inen?
Fit for a bloody feast.
Alb. It seems prepar'd
Our souls and bodies. said
(owners Raym. But they that fearless fall, They had liv'd many years, the wretched Deprive them of their triumph. Of a huge mass of treasure.
An Altar prepard. Enter Rosellia, ClaAlb. The same men,
rindu, Juletta, Hippolita, &c. And that the fatal muck we quarrellid for. Croc. They were Portugals, you say?
Aminta. See the furies, Raym. So they profess'd. (save your lives:
In their full trim of cruelty!
Ros. "Tis the last
The priest, and boldly do those borrid rites Raymu My ship lies by the river's mouth;
You shake to think on. Lead tirese captains
For they shall have the honour to fall first Croc. Back to your prisons,
To my Sebastian's ashes. And now, wretches, And pray for the success! If they be those As I am taught already, that you are, Which I desire to find, you're safe; if not, And lately by your free confession, Prepare to die to-inorrow! for the world French pirates, and the sons of those I hate Cannot redeein ye.
E'en equal with the devil; hear, with horror, Alb. Howe'er, we are arm'd
Wbat 'tis invites me to this cruel course, For either fortune.
[Erit. And what you are to suffer! No Amazons we, Tib. What must become of me now, But women of Portugal, that must have froin That I am not dismiss'd ?
you VOL. III.
Sebastian and Nicusa : we are they
To be bless'd with the name of father, freely That groan'd beneath
Enjoy't in this fair virgin!.
[We are Seb. Tho' my iniseries, Their injuries pursu'd and overtook,
And many years of wants I have endurd, And from the sad remembrance of our losses May well deprive me of the memory We are taught to be cruel. When we were Of all joys past; yet, looking on this building, forc'd
[rapine, This ruin'd building of a heav'nly form From that sweet air we breath'd in, by their In my Rosellia, I must rerneinber And sought a place of being, as the seas I am Sebastian. And winds conspir’d with their ill purposes,
Ros. Oh, my joys! To load us with aftlictions, in a storm [us, Seb. And here, That fell upon us, the two ships that brought I see a perfect model of thyself, To seek new fortunes in an unknown world, As thou wert when thy choicé first made Were sever'd; th' one bore all the able men, thee mine:
[with time, Our treasure and our jewels; in the other These cheeks and fronts, tho' wrinkled now We women were embark’d, and fell upon, Which art cannot restore, had equal pureness After long tossing in the troubleci main, Of natural white and red, and as much This pleasant island; but in few months ravishing : The men that did conduct us hither died: Which, by tair order and succession, I see We long before had given our husbands lost. Descend on her; and inay thy virtues wind Remembring what we'd suffer'd by the French, Into her form, and make her a perfect dower, We took a solemn oath, ne'er to admit No part of thy sweet goodness wanting to her! The curs’d society of men. Necessity I will not now, Rosellia, ask thy fortunes, Taught us those arts, not usual to our sex; Nor trouble thee with hearing mine; Andthe fertile earth yielding abundance to us, Those shall hereafter serve to make glad hours We did resolve, thus shap'd like Amazons In their relation. All past wrongs forgot, To end our lives: but when you arriv'd bere, I'm glad to see you, gentlemen; but most, And brought as presents to us our own jewels, That it is in iny power to save your lives; Those which were borne in the other ship- You sav'd ours, when we were near starv'd at How can ye liope to 'scape our vengeance? sea,
Aminta. It boots not then to swear our And I despair not-for, if she be mine, innocence?
[owners? Rosellia can deny Sebastian nothing. Alb. Or that we never forc'd it from the Ros. She does give up herself,
Kaym. Or that there are a remnant of that Her power and joys, and all, to you, to be And not far off?
(wreck, Discharged of 'em as too burdensome;
And, lady, it't be in me to confirm
Alb. We thank you, sir. Quickly, to any power will own ye: but- Amintą. Oh, happy hour!
Alb. Oh, my dear Aminta, Enter Crocale, Sebustian, Nicusa, and Tibalt.
Now all our fears are ended. Ha! who are these? what spectacles of mis- Tib. Here I fix; fortune?
She's mettle, stcel to the back, and will cut Why are their looks so full of joy and won- My leaden dagger, if not us’d with discretion. Croc. Oh, lay by
Croc. You're still no changeling. These instruments of death, and welcome to Seb. Nay, all look chearrully; for none Your arms what you durst never hope t’ shall le embrace!
Denied their lawful wishes. When a while This is Sebastian; this Nicusa, madam; We've here refreshi'd ourselves, we will return Preserv'd by miracle. Look up, dear sir, To our sev'ral homes: and well that Voyage And know your own Rosellia! be not lost ends, In wonder and amazeinent; or if nature That makes of deadly enemies, faithfu) Can, by instinct, instruct you what it is
[Exeunt omnes. your looks, 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 Nicus his nephew. Yet this is but a guess, and if the reader imagines any one of the company (Albert and Tibalt excepted, deserves Clarindu better than her cousin, let him reject mine, and enjoy liis 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 possessler.
28 Sir, in
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.
· England, France.) As the scene never changes from England through the wlrole 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. Sympson.
condemn'd it for the length; That fault's reform'd.] In the Stationers' Preface to the edition of 1647, we have these words: When these Comedies and Trugedies were presented on the stage, the actors omit.