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All but my natural softness, and made perfect And thou shalt feed to-morrow. So! now you
You meet with boldly; I'll not be far off, Vit. Could this be,
T'assist you, and protect you. [Erit. What a brave race might I beget! I find Met. Oh, brave officer! A kind of yielding; and no reason why I should hold longer out: she's young, and
Enter Alvarez, Lucio, and Bobadilla. fair,
Pach. 'Would every ward had one but so And chaste, for sure; but with her leave, the
[yelvet! Durst not attempt her. Madain, tho’you have And we would watch, for
in A soldier's arm, your lips appear as if
Mend. Stand close; a prize! They were a lady's.
Met. Sattin, and gold lace, lads ! Claru. They dare, sir, from you
Ald. Why dost thou hang upon me? Endure the trial.
Lucio. 'Tis so dark
(ther, Vit. Ha! once more, I pray you!
I dare not see my way; for Heav'n sake, faThe best I ever tasted; and 'tis said
home! I have prov'd many. 'Tis not safe, I fear,
Bob. No, even here we'll leave youTo ask the rest now. Well, I will leave Let's run away from him, my lord. whoring,
Lucio, Oh, las! And luck herein send me with her!-Wor- Alo. Th' hast made me mad, and I will thiest lady,
beat thee dead,
[thee, I'll wait upon you home, and by the way
Then bray thee in a inortar, and new-mould (If e'er I marry, as I'll not forswear it) But I will alter thee. Tell you, you are my wife.
Bob. 'Twill never be : Clara. Which if you do,
He has been three days practising to drink, From me, all mankind women learn to Yet still he sips like to a waiting-woman, wooe! 30
And looks as he were murd’ring of a fart SCENE III.
Among wild Irish swaggerers.
Lucio. I have still Enter Alguazier, Pachieco, Metaldi, Mens
Your good word, Zancho. Fatherdoza, and Lazarillo.
Alv. Milk-sop, coward !
[thee; Alg. A cloak? Good purchase! And rich No house of mine receives thee; I disclaim hangers ? well!
Thy mother on her knees shall not entrcat me We'll share ten pistolets a-man.
Hereafter to acknowledge thee! Laz. Yet still
[duct Lucio. Pray you speak for me! I'm monstrous hungry! Could you not de Bob. I would, but now I cannot with inine So much out of the gross sum, as would pur
(capons ? Alv. There's only one course left, that Eight loins of veal, and some two dozen of may redeem thee;
(meet; Pach. Oh, strange proportion for five ! Which is, to strike the next man that you Laz. For five? I have
And if we chance to light upon a woman, A legion in my stomach, that have kept Take her away, and use her like a man, Perpetual fast these ten years: for the capons, Or I will cut thy hamstrings. They are to me but as so many black-birds. Pach. This makes for us. May I but eat once, and be satisfied,
Alv. What dost thou do now? Let the fates call me, when iny ship is fraught,
Lucio. Sir, I'm saying my prayers; (me, And I shall hang in peace.
For being to undertake what you would bave Alg. Steal well to-night,
I know I cannot live. 30 Mankind women.) In Shakespeare's Coriolanus, Sicinius asks Volumnia, 'Are you mankind ? On which Dr. Johnson remarks, that` A munkind woman is a woman with the • roughness of a man, and, in an aggravated sense, a woman ferocious, violent, and eager to • shed blood.' Mr. Upton says, mankind means wicked, and gives the following examples :
See, see, this mankinde strumpet, see (he cride)
« Out! a mankind witch!' Winter's Tale, act ii.
O mankind generation !
* Pallas, nor thee I call on, mankind maid.' See Upton's Remarks on Ben Jonson, p. 92, and Johnson and Steevens's Shakespeare, vol. vii. p. 393. R. Mankind, applied to women, both here and in Ben Jonson, plainly signifies masculine.
Enter Lamoral, Genevora, Anastro, and Let me survey the rascals. Oh, I know them, Pages with lights.
you for them : they are pilforing Lam. Madam, I fear [ther's house
Of Andaluzia, that have perus'd [rogues You'll wish y had usd your coach; your bro
All prisons in Castile. I dare not trust Is yet far oft.
The dungeon with them; no, I'll have them Gen. The better, sir; this walk
To my own house.
[home Will help digestion after your great supper,
Pach. We'd rather go to prison. Of which I have fed largely.
Alg. Had you so, dog-bolts? yes, I know Ald. To your task!
[on Or else you know what follows.
You there would use your cunning fingers Lucio. I am dying!
[vour, The simple locks, you would; but I'll preNow, Lord have mercy on me!-By your fa- yent you. Sir, I must strike you.
Lam.' My mistress lost? good night![Exit. Lim. For what cause?
Bob. Your son's gone too; Lucio. I know not.
What should become of himn? And I mustlikewise talk with that young lady, Alo. Come of himn what will, An hour in private.
Now he dares fight, I care not: I'll to bed. Lam. What you must, is doubtful;
Look to your prisoners, Alguazier. But I ain certain, sir, I must beat you.
[Erit with Bob. Lucio. Help, help!
Alg. All's clear'd. Alo. Not strike again?
Droop not for one disaster; let us hug, Lam. How! Alvarez?
And triumph in our knav'ries.
Assist. This confirms
What was reported of him. And, like true thieves, make prey on either
Met. 'Twas done bravely! But seem to help the stronger 31.
Alg. I must a little glory in the means Bob. Oh, my lord !
We officers have to play the knaves, and They've beat bim on his knees.
(law, Lucio. Tho’I want courage,
How we break thro' the toils pitch'd by the I yet have a son's duty in me,
Yet hang up them that are far less delinCompassion of a father's danger; that,
quents! That wholly now possesses me.
A simple shopkeeper's carted for a bawd, Alo. Lucio,
For lodging, tho' unwittingly, a smock-gameThis is beyond my hope.
ster; Met. So ! Lazarillo,
Where, with rewards, and credit, I have kept Take up all, boy! Well done!
Malroda in my house, as in a cloister,
Without taint or suspicion.
Pach. But suppose,
The governor should know it? Why, gentlemen, are you mad, to make
Alg. He? Good gentleman, A prey to rogues ?
Let him perplex himself with prying into Lam. 'Would we were off!
The measures in the market, and th' abuses Bob. Thieves, thieves ! (with them.
The day stands guilty of: the pillace of Lum. Defer our own contention, and down
The night is only mine, mineown fee-simple, Lucio. I'll make you sure !
Which you shall hold from me, tenants at will, Bob. Now he plays the devil.
And pay no rent for't. Gen. This place is not for me. [Erit. Pach. Admirable landlord ! [commit such Lucio. I'll follow her:
Alg. Now we'll go search the taverns, Half of my penance is past o'er. [Erit.
As we find drinking, and be drunk ourselves
With what we take from them. These silly Enter Alguacier, Assistant, & other Wutches.
(hither, Alg. What noise, (I charge you.
Whom I for form-sake only have brought What tumult's there? Keep the king's peace,
Shall watch without, and guard us. Pach. I'ın glad he's come yet.
Assist. And we will Alo. Oh, you keep good guard
See you safe lodg’d, most worthy Alguazier, Upon the city, when men of our rank With all of you, his comrades. Are set upon in the streets.
Met. 'Tis the governor. Lam. T'he Assistant
Alg. We are betray'd. Shall hear on't, be assur'd.
Assist. My guard there!--Bind them fast. Anu. And if he be
How men in high place and authority
Are in their lives and estimations wrong'd 31 But seem to help the stranger.) Corrected from Sympson's conjecture.
By their subord'nate ministers; yet such What would more strict embraces do? I know They cannot but employ; wrong'd Justice finding
And yet, methinks, to die so were to ascend Scarce one true servant in ten officers. To lieavon, thiro' Paradise. T'expostulate with you, were but to delay
Gen. I'm wounded too; Your crinies' due punishment, which shall Tho' modesty forbids that I should speak fall upon you
What ignorance makes him bold in.-Why So speedily, and severely, that it shall Your
eyes so strongly on me? [d’you fix Fright others by tl' example; and confirm, Lucio. Pray you stand still! [on: However corrupt officers may disgrace There's nothing else that's worth the looking Themselves, 'tis not in them to wrong their I could adore you, lady. place.
Gen. Can you love me? (but touch Bring them away.
Lucio. To wait on you in yourchamber, and Aly. We'll suffer noble yet,
What you, by wearing it, have made divine, And like to Spanish gallants.
Were such a happiness—I am resolv'd, Pach. And we'll hang so.
I'll sell my liberty to you for this glove, Lar. I have no stomach to't; but I'll And write myself your slave. endeavour.
Gen. On easier terins
Receive it, as a friend.
I'll have it, with his heart. More than the breeding of a gentleman
Gen. What will you
(rather! Can give you warrant for.
Lucio. As you are merciful, take my life Lucio. 'Tis but to kiss you;
Gen. Will you depart with it so 32 ? And think not I'll receive that for a favour Lucio. Does that grieve you?
(valiant. Which was enjoin'd me for a penance, lady. Gen. I know not; but ev’n now you appear’d
Gen. You've met a gentle confessor; and, Lucio. 'Twas to preserve my father; in for once,
I could be so again.
[his cause (So then
will rest satisfied) I vouchsafe it. Gen. Not in your own? Lucio. Rest satisfied with a kiss? Why, Kneel to thy rival, and thine enemy?
Away, unworthy creature! I begin Desire more from a woman? is there any To hate myself, for giving entrance to Pleasure beyond it? may I never live A good opinion of thee. For thy torment, If I know what it is!
If my poor beauty be of any power, Gen. Sweet innocence! [--My veins Mayst thou dote on it desp'rately! but never
Lucio. What strange new motions do I feel! Presume to hope for grace, till thou recover Burn with an unknown fire; in ev'ry part And wear the favour that was ravish'd from I suffer alteration; I am poison’d,
thee. Yet languish with desire again to taste it, Lam. He wears my head too then. [Erit. So sweetly it works on me.
Gen. Poor fool, farewell!
[Exit. Gen. I ne'er saw
Lucio. My womanish soul, which hitherto A lovely man, 'till now.
hath govern'd Luciö. How can this be?
This coward fleshi
, I feel departing from me; She is a woman, as my mother is,
And in me by her beauty is inspird And her I have kiss'd often, and brought off A new and masc'line one, instructing me My lips unscorch'd: Yours are inore lovely, What's fit to do or suffer. Powerful Love! lady,
(vouchsate That hast with loud, and yet a pleasing And so should be less hurtful. Pray you thunder
[creature, Your hand, to quench the heat ta’en from Rous'd sleeping manhood in me, thy new Perhaps that may restore me. [your lip! Perfect thy work; so that I may make known Gen. Willingly.
(you burn thus, Nature (tho' long kept back) will bave her Lucio. The Hame encrcases! If to touch own!
can a man
32 Depart.) This word is here used in the sense of purt.
SCENE I. Enter Làmoral and Lucio. Lam.CAN it be possible, that in six short The subject still the same, so many habits Should be remov'd? or this new Lucio (he That yesternight was baffled and disgrac'd, And thank'd the man that did it; that then
kneelid And blubber'd like a woman) should now dare On terms of honour to seek reparation, For what he then appear'd not capable of?
Lucio. Such miracles, men that dare do
injuries Live to their shames to see, for punishment And scourge to their proud follies.
Lam. Prithec leave me: Had I my page or footman here to flesh thee, I durst the better hear thee.
Lucio. This scorn needs not: And offer such no more!
Lam. Why, say I should, You'll not be angry?
Lucio. Indeed, I think I shall ! [tain, Would you'vouchsafe to shew yourself a capAnd lead a little further, to some place That's less frequented
Lam. He looks pale.
Lucio. If not, Make use of this.
Lom. There's anger in his eyes too:
Lacio. And Lamoral,
Lam. 'Twill not come to that sure !
Lucio. It confirms it rather : To make which good, know you stand now
oppos'd By one that is your rival; one that wishes Your name and title greater, to raise his; The wrong you did less pardonable than it is, But your strength to defend it more than ever It was when justice friended it; the lady For whom we now contend, Genevora, Of more desert, (if such incomparable beauty Could suffer an addition); your love To don Vitelli multiplied, and your hate Against my father and his house encreas'd;
And lastly, that the glove which you there wear,
[you) To my dishonour! (which I must force from Were dearer to you than your life.
Lam. You'll find
Lucio. All these meet then,
Lum. 'I'is said nobly;
(Fight, Lam. She's your's! this, and my life too,
follow your fortune! And give not only back that part the loser Scorns to accept of!
Lucio. What's that?
Lam. My poor life; Which do not leave me as a further torment, Ilaving despoil'dıre of mysword,mine honour, Hope of my lady's grace, fame, and all else That made it worth the keeping. Lucio. I take back
[me, No more from you than what you forc'd from And with a worser title. Yet think not That I'll dispute this, as made insolent By my success, but as one equal with you, It'so you will accept me. That new courage (Or call it fortune if you please) that is Conferr'd upon me by the only siglit Of fair Genevora, was not bestow'd on me To bloody purposes ; nor did her command, Deprive me of the happiness to see her, Bat 'rill I did redeem her favour from you; Which only I rejoice in, and share with you In all you suffer else. Lam. This courtesy
[own: Wounds deeper than your sword can, or mine Pray you inake use of either, and dispatch nie!
Lucio. The barbarous Turk is satisfied with spoil;
[for, And shall I, being possessid of what I came Prove the more intidel?
Lum. You were better be so Than publish my disgrace, as 'tis the custom, And which I must expect.
Lucio. Judge better of me: I have no tongue to trumpet inine own praise To your dishonour; 'tis a bastard courage That seeks a name out that way, no true-born
one. Pray you be comforted ! for, by all goodness, But to her virtuvus self (the best part of it) I never will discover on what terms (you, I came by these : which yet I take not froin But leave you, in exchange of them, mine own,
With the desire of being a friend; which if Vit. Spoke like that true friend
[Exeunt. (And tho'I might refuse it with mine honour)
SCENE II. Win them again and wear them. So, good morrow!
[Erit. Enter Generora with a Letter, and BobaLam. I ne'er knew what true valour was
[all And have gain’d more by this disgrace, than Gen. This from madonna Clara ? The honours I have won : they made ine
Bob. Yes, an't please you. proud,
Gen. Alvarez' daughter?
Bob. The same, lady.
Bob. You're still i'th' right: [knowing suming
She willd me wait your walking forth, and, It was the best revenue. Ilow unequal
How necessary a discreet wise inan Wrongs well inaintain'd make us to others, Was, in a business of such weight, she pleas'd wiich
To think on me. It may be, in my face Ending with shame, teach us to know our- Your ladyship, not acquainted with my wisI will think more on't.
am; Enter Vitelli.
Thought's free, and think
you Tit. Lamoral !
Gen. 'Tis strange
[please. Lam. My lord?
Bob. That I should be wise, madam? l'it. I came to seek you.
Gen. No, thou art so.
lady Lum. And unwillingly
[sir? There's for thy pains; and prithee teli thy You nc'er found me 'till now! Your pleasure,
I will not fail to meet her: I'll receive l'it. That which will please thee, friend! Thy thanks and duty in thy present absence. Thy vow'd love to me
Farewell, farewell, I say! Now thou art wise. Shall now be put in action; means are offer'd
[Exit. Bob. To use thy good sword for me, that which still She writes here, she hath something to inThou wear'st as fi it were a part of thec.
(not; Where is't?
That may concern my brother's life: I know Lum. 'Tis chang'd for one more fortunate: But general tame does give her out so worthy, Pray you enquire not how.
That I dare not suspect her; yet wish Lucio Vit. Why,' I ne'er thonght That there was magick in it33, but ascribd
Enter Lucio. The fortune of it to the arın.
Were master of her mind: but, fy upon't! Lam. Which is
Why do I think on binn?-Sec, I am punish'd Grown weaker too. I am not (in a word) fort, Worthy your friendship: I am one new van- In his unlook’d-for presence: now I must Yet shame to tell by whoin! [quish’d, Endure another tedious piece of courtship, T'it. But I'll tell thee
[deem Would make one forswear courtesy. 'Gainst whom thou art to fight, and there re- Lucio. Gracious madum, (Kincels. Thy honour lost, if there be any such. The sorrow paid, for your just anger tow'rds The king, by my long suit, at length is pleas'd me, That Alvarez and myself, with either's second, Arising from my weakness, I
presume Shall end the difference between our houses, To
your presence, and despair not
Lucio. And yet believe, that no desires of Of thy approved valour, will revive
mine, Thy ancient courage. If you enbrace it, do; Tho' all are too strong in me, had the power, If not, i'll seck soine other.
For their delight, to force me to infringe Lam. As I am,
What you commanded; it being in your part You inay command me.
To lessen your great rigor when you please, 33 Thut there was musick in it. The editors of 1750 ohject to the expression, musick of a sword, sand substitute magick, saying, • We suppose the line inight originally run thus :
there ne'cr was ingick in it, 'i.c. the wonders of his sword were not owing to any charın or enchantment, like the • swords of knights-crrant, but only to the powerful arm that wielded it.” We heartily agree with them in the variation to magick, but can scarce believe that the authors meant siy allusion to knight-errantry.