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    Act V

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    SCENE I.--The Scene lying in a Carrack.

    Enter a Pirate and the Captain.

    Pir: Welcome a ship-board, captain; you staid long.

    Capt: No longer than was necessary for shifting trades; to change me from a robber to a pirate.

    Pir: There's a fair change wrought in you since yesterday morning; then you talked of nothing but
    repentance, and amendment of life.

    Capt: 'Faith, I have considered better on't: for, conversing a whole day together with honest men,
    I found them all so poor and beggarly, that a civil person would be ashamed to be seen with them:--but
    you come from Don Roderick's cabin; what hopes have you of his life?

    Pir: No danger of it, only loss of blood had made him faint away; he called for you.

    Capt: Well, are his jewels and his plate brought in?

    Pir: They are.--When hoist we sails?

    Capt: At the first break of day: When we are got out clear, we'll seize on Roderick and his men:
    They are not many, but fear may make them desperate.

    Pir: We may take them, when they are laid to sleep.

    Capt: 'Tis well advised.

    Pir: I forgot to tell you, sir, that a little before Don Roderick was brought in, a company of gentlemen
    (pursued it seems by justice) procured our boat to row them hither. Two of them carried a very fair lady betwixt
    them, who was either dead, or swooned.

    Capt: We'll sell them altogether to the Turk,--at least I'll tell them so. [Aside.

    Pir: Pray, sir, let us reserve the lady to our own uses; it were a shame to good catholicks to give
    her up to infidels.

    Capt: Don Roderick's door opens; I'll speak to him.

    The Scene draws, and discovers the Captains cabin;

    RODORICK on a bed, and two Servants by him.

    Capt: How is it with the brave Don Roderick? Do you want any thing?

    Rod: I have too much Of that I would not, love; And what I would have, that I want, revenge.
    I must be set ashore.

    Capt: That you may, sir; But our own safety must be thought on first.

    [One enters, and whispers the Captain.

    Capt: I come:--Seignior, think you are lord here, and command all freely.

    [Exeunt Captain and Pirates.

    Rod: He does well to bid me think so: I am of opinion
    We are fallen into huckster's hands.

    1 Serv: Indeed he talked suspiciously enough; He half denied to land us.

    Rod: These, Pedro, are your confiding men--

    2 Serv: I think them still so.

    Rod: Would I were from them.

    2 Serv: 'Tis impossible To attempt it now; you have not strength enough To walk.

    Rod: That venture must be mine: We're lost, If we stay here to-morrow.

    2 Serv: I hope better.

    1 Serv: One whom I saw among 'em, to my knowledge, Is a notorious robber.

    2 Serv: He looked so like a gentleman, I could not know him then.

    Rod: What became of Julia when I fell?

    1 Serv: We left her weeping over you, till we Were beaten off; but she, and those with her,
    Were gone when we returned.

    Rod: Too late I find,
    I wronged her in my thoughts. I'm every way
    A wretched man:--
    Something we must resolve on, ere we sleep;
    Draw in the bed, I feel the cold.

    [Bed drawn in.





    Hip: Nay, 'tis too true; for, peeping through a chink,
    I saw Don Roderick lying on a bed,
    Not dead, as we supposed, but only hurt;
    So waited on as spoke him master here.

    Man: Was there ever so fatal an adventure!
    To fly into that very ship, for refuge,
    Where the only person, we would shun, commands!
    This mischief is so strange, it could not happen,
    But was the plot and juggle of our fate,
    To free itself, and cast the blame on us.

    Gons: This is not yet our fortune's utmost malice;
    The gall remains behind. This ship was that,
    Which yesterday was mine; I can see nothing
    Round me, but what's familiar to my eyes;
    Only the persons new: Which makes me think,
    Twas seized upon by Roderick, to revenge
    Himself on me.

    Man: Tis wonderful indeed.

    Amid: The only comfort is, we are not known; for when we entered it was dark.

    Hip: That comfort
    Is of as short continuance as the night;
    The day will soon discover us.

    Man: Some way must be invented to get out.

    Hip: Fair Julia, sadly pining by herself.
    Sits on her bed; tears falling from her eyes,
    As silently as dews in dead of night.
    All we consult of must be kept from her:
    That moment, that she knows of Roderick's life,
    Dooms us to certain death.

    Man: 'Tis well considered.

    Gons: For my part, were not you and she concerned,
    I look upon my life, like an estate,
    So charged with debts, it is not worth the keeping.
    We cannot long be undiscovered by them;
    Let us then rush upon them on the sudden,
    (All hope of safety placed in our despair)
    And gain quick victory, or speedy death.

    Man: Consider first, the impossibility
    Of the attempt; four men, and two poor boys,
    (Which, added to our number, make us weaker)
    Against ten villains, more resolved for death,
    Than any ten among our holiest priests.
    Stay but a little longer, till they all
    Disperse to rest within their several cabins;
    Then more securely we may set upon them,
    And kill them half, before the rest can wake:
    By this means too, the boys are useful for us,
    For they can cut the throats of sleeping men.

    Hip: Now have I the greatest temptation in the world to reveal,
    Thou art a woman. [To AMIDEO.

    Amid: If 'twere not for thy beauty, my master should know,
    What a man he keeps. [To HIPPOLITO.

    Hip: Why should we have recourse to desperate ways,
    When safer may be thought on?
    'Tis like giving the extreme unction.
    In the beginning of a sickness;
    Can you imagine to find all asleep?
    The wicked joy, of having such a booty
    In their possession, will keep some awake;
    And some, no doubt, will watch with wounded

    Amid: What would your wisdom now propose?

    Hip: To say
    That some of us are sea-sick; (your complexion
    Will make the excuse for us who are less fair:)
    So, by good words and promises, procure
    We may be set ashore, ere morning come.

    Amid: O, the deep reasons of the grave Hippolito!--
    As if 'twere likely, in so calm a season,
    We should be sick so soon; or, if we were,
    Whom should we chuse among us to go tell it?
    For whoe'er ventures out must needs be known:
    Or, if none knew us, can you think that pirates
    Will let us go upon such easy terms,
    As promising rewards?--Let me advise you.

    Hip: Now, we expect an oracle.

    Amid: Here are bundles,
    Of canvas and of cloth, you see lie by us;
    In which one of us shall sew up the rest,
    Only some breathing place, for air, and food:
    Then call the pirates in, and tell them, we,
    For fear, had drowned ourselves: And when we come
    To the next port, find means to bring us out.

    Hip: Pithily spoken!--
    As if you were to bind up marble statues,
    Which only bore the shapes of men without,
    And had no need of ever easing nature.

    Gons: There's but one way left, that's this;--
    You know the rope, by which the cock-boat's tied,
    Goes down by the stern, and now, we are at anchor,
    There sits no pilot to discover us;
    My counsel is, to go down by the ladder,
    And, being once there, unloose, and row to shore.

    Man: This, without doubt, were best; but there lies ever
    Some one, or more, within the boat, to watch it.

    Gons: I'll slide down first, and run the venture of it;
    You shall come after me, if there be need,
    To give me succour.

    Man: 'Tis the only way.

    Gons: Go in to Julia, then, and first prepare her,
    With knowledge of the pirates, and the danger
    Her honour's in, among such barbarous people.

    Man: Leave it to me.

    Amid: Hippolito and Julia,
    My rivals, like two pointed rocks appear;
    And I, through both, must to Gonsalvo steer. [Aside.

    [Exeunt all but HIPPOLITA.

    Hip: As from some steep and dreadful precipice
    The frighted traveller casts down his eyes,
    And sees the ocean at so great a distance,
    It looks as if the skies were sunk below him;
    Yet if some neighbouring shrub (how weak soe'er)
    Peeps up, his willing eyes stop gladly there,
    And seem to ease themselves, and rest upon it:
    So, in my desperate state, each little comfort
    Preserves me from despair. Gonsalvo strove not
    With greater care to give away his Julia,
    Than I have done to part with my Gonsalvo;
    Yet neither brought to pass our hateful wish.
    Then, we may meet, since different ways we move,
    Chasing each other in the maze of love.




    Enter Don RODORICK, carried by two Servants.

    1 Serv: It was the only way that could be thought on,
    To get down by the ladder to the boat.

    2 Serv: You may thank me for that invention.

    Rod: What a noise is here, when the least breath's
    As dangerous as a tempest.

    2 Serv: If any of those rogues should hear him talk,
    In what a case were we?

    Rod: O, patience! patience!--This ass brays out for silence.

    Enter, at the other end, MANUEL, leading JULIA, GONSALVO, HIPPOLITO, and AMIDEO.

    Gons: Hark! what noise is that? go softly.

    [They meet on the middle of the stage.

    Rod: Who's here? I am betrayed! and nothing grieves me,
    But I want strength to die with honour.

    Jul: Roderick!
    Is it thy voice, my love?--Speak, and resolve me,
    Whether thou livest, or I am dead with thee?

    Man: Kill him, and force our way.

    Rod: Is Manuel there?
    Hold up my arm, that I may make one thrust
    At him, before I die.

    Gons: Since we must fall,
    We'll sell our lives as dearly as we can.

    1 Serv: And we'll defend our master to the last.

    Enter Pirates, without their Captain.

    1 Pirate: What's the meaning of this uproar?--Quarrelling
    Amongst yourselves at midnight?

    2 Pirate: We are come in a fit time to decide the

    Man: Hold, gentlemen! we're equally concerned.
    [To RODORICK'S Servants.
    We for our own, you for your master's safety;
    If we join forces, we may then resist them,
    If not, both sides are ruined.

    1 Serv: We agree.

    Gons: Come o'er on our side then. [They join.

    1 Pirate: A mischief on our captain's drowsiness;
    We're lost, for want of him! [They fight.

    Gons: Dear madam, get behind; while you are safe,
    We cannot be o'ercome. [To JULIA.

    [They drive off the Pirates, and follow them off.
    RODORICK remains on the ground.

    Rod: I had much rather my own life were lost,
    Than Manuel's were preserved.

    Enter the Pirates, retreating before GONSALVO, &c.

    1 Pirate: All's lost! they fight like devils, and our captain
    Yet sleeping in his bed.

    2 Pirate: Here lies Don Roderick;
    If we must die, we'll not leave him behind.

    [Goes to kill him.

    Jul: O, spare my Roderick's life; and, in exchange,
    Take mine! I put myself within your power,
    To save or kill.

    1 Pirate: So, here's another pawn,
    For all our safeties.

    Man: Heaven! what has she done?

    Gons: Let go the lady, or expect no mercy!--The least drop of her blood is worth all yours.
    And mine together.

    1 Pirate: I am glad you think so:--
    Either deliver up your sword, or mine
    Shall pierce her heart this moment.

    Gons: Here, here, take it.

    Man: You are not mad, to give away all hopes

    [MANUEL holds him

    Of safety and defence, from us, from her, and from yourself, at once!

    Gons: When she is dead,
    What is there worth defending?

    Man: Will you trust
    A pirate's promise, sooner than your valour?

    Gons: Any thing, rather than see her in danger.

    1 Pirate: Nay, if you dispute the matter!--

    [Holds his sword to her breast.

    Gons: I yield, I yield!--Reason to love must bow:
    Love, that gives courage, can make cowards too!

    [Gives his sword.

    Jul: O, strange effect of a most generous passion!

    Rod: His enemies themselves must needs admire it.

    Man: Nay, if Gonsalvo makes a fashion of it,
    'Twill be valour to die tamely. [Gives his.

    Hip: I am for dying too with my dear master.

    Amid: My life will go as easily as a fly's;
    The least fillip does it in this fright.

    1 Pirate: One call our captain up: Tell him, he
    deserves little of the booty.

    Jul: It has so much prevailed upon my soul,
    I ever must acknowledge it. [To GONS.

    Rod: Julia has reason, if she love him; yet, I find I cannot bear it. [Aside.

    Gons: Say but, you love me; I am more than paid.

    Jul: You ask that only thing, I cannot give;--
    Were I not Roderick's first, I should be yours;
    My violent love for him, I know, is faulty;
    Yet passion never can be placed so ill,
    But that to change it is the greater crime.
    Inconstancy is such a guilt, as makes
    That very love suspected, which it brings;
    It brings a gift, but 'tis of ill-got wealth,
    The spoils of some forsaken lover's heart.
    Love, altered once, like blood let out before,
    Will lose its virtue, and can cure no more.

    Gons: In those few minutes which I have to live,
    To be called yours, is all I can enjoy.
    Roderick receives no prejudice by that;
    I would but make some small acquaintance here,
    For fear I never should enquire you out
    In that new world, which we are going to.

    Amid: Then, I can hold no longer;--You desire,
    In death, to be called hers; and all I wish,
    Is, dying, to be yours.

    Hip: You'll not discover? [Aside.

    Amid: See here the most unfortunate of women,
    That Angelina, whom you all thought lost;
    And lost she was indeed, when she beheld
    Gonsalvo first.

    All: How?--Angelina!

    Rod: Ha! My sister!

    Amid: I thought to have fled love in flying Manuel,
    But love pursued me in Gonsalvo's shape:
    For him, I ventured all that maids hold dear;
    The opinion of my modesty, and virtue,
    My loss of fortune, and my brother's love.
    For him, I have exposed myself to dangers,
    Which, great themselves, yet greater would appear,
    If you could see them through a woman's fear.
    But why do I my right by dangers prove?
    The greatest argument for love is love:
    That passion, Julia, while he lives, denies,
    He should refuse to give her when he dies:
    Yet grant he did his life to her bequeath,
    May I not claim my share of him in death?
    I only beg, when all the glory's gone,
    The heatless beams of a departing sun.

    Gons: Never was passion, hid so modestly,
    So generously revealed.

    Man: We're now a chain of lovers linked in death;
    Julia goes first, Gonsalvo hangs on her,
    And Angelina holds upon Gonsalvo,
    As I on Angelina.

    Hip: Nay, here's Honoria too:--You look on me with wonder in your eyes,
    To see me here, and in this strange disguise.

    Jul: What new miracle is this? Honoria!

    Man: I left you with my aunt at Barcelona,
    And thought, ere this, you had been married to
    The rich old man, Don Estevan de Gama.

    Hip: I ever had a strange aversion for him:
    But when Gonsalvo landed there, and made
    A kind of courtship, (though, it seems, in jest,)
    It served to conquer me; which Estevan
    Perceiving, pressed my aunt to haste the marriage.
    What should I do? My aunt importuned me
    For the next day: Gonsalvo, though I loved him,
    Knew not my love; nor was I sure his courtship
    Was not the effect of a bare gallantry.

    Gons: Alas! how grieved I am, that slight address
    Should make so deep impression on your mind,
    In three days time!

    Hip: That accident, in which
    You saved my life, when first you saw me, caused it,
    Though now the story be too long to tell.
    Howe'er it was, hearing that night, you lay
    Aboard your ship, thus, as you see, disguised,
    In clothes belonging to my youngest nephew,
    I rose ere day, resolved to find you out,
    And, if I could, procure to wait on you
    Without discovery of myself: but fortune
    Crossed all my hopes.

    Gons: It was that dismal night
    Which tore my anchor up, and tossed my ship,
    Past hope of safety, many days together,
    Until at length it threw me on this port.

    Hip: I will not tell you what my sorrows were,
    To find you gone; but there was now no help.
    Go back again, I durst not; but, in fine,
    Thought best, as fast as my weak legs would bear me,
    To come to Alicant, and find my sister,
    Unknown to any else: But, being near
    The city, I was seized upon by thieves,
    From whom you rescued me.--The rest you know.

    Gons: I know too much indeed for my repose.

    Enter Captain.

    Capt: Do you know me?

    Gons: Now I look better on thee,
    Thou seemest a greater villain than I thought thee.

    Jul: 'Tis he!

    Hip: That bloody wretch, that robbed us in
    The woods.

    Gons: Slave! darest thou lift thy hand against me?
    Darest thou touch any one whom he protects,
    Who gave thee life? But I accuse myself,
    Not thee: The death of all these guiltless persons
    Became my crime, that minute when I spared thee.

    Capt: It is not all your threats can alter me
    From what I have resolved.

    Gons: Begin, then, first with me.

    Capt: I will, by laying here my sword.
    [Lays his sword at Gonsalvo's feet.

    All: What means this sudden change?

    Capt: Tis neither new, nor sudden.--From that time
    You gave me life, I watched how to repay it;
    And Roderick's servant gave me speedy means
    To effect my wish: For, telling me, his master
    Meant a revenge on you, and on Don Manuel,
    And then to seize on Julia, and depart,
    I proffered him my aid to seize a vessel;
    And having, by enquiry, found out yours,
    Acquainted first the captain with my purpose,
    To make a seeming mastery of the ship.

    Man: How durst he take your word?

    Capt: That I secured,
    By letting him give notice to the ships
    That lay about: This done, knowing the place
    You were to fight on was behind the rock,
    Not far from thence, I, and some chosen men,
    Lay out of sight, that, if foul play were offered,
    We might prevent it:
    But came not in; because, when there was need,
    Don Manuel, who was nearer, stepped before me.

    Gons: Then the boat, which seemed
    To lie by chance, hulling not far from shore,
    Was placed by your direction there?

    Capt: It was.

    Gons: You're truly noble; and I owe much more
    Than my own life and fortunes to your worth.

    Capt: 'Tis time I should restore their liberty
    To such of yours, as yet are seeming prisoners.
    I'll wait on you again. [Exit Captain.

    Rod: My enemies are happy; and the storm,
    Prepared for them, must break upon my head.

    Gons: So far am I from happiness, heaven knows
    My griefs are doubled!
    I stand engaged in hopeless love to Julia;
    In gratitude to these:--
    Here I have given my heart, and here I owe it.

    Hip: Dear master, trouble not yourself for me;
    I ever made your happiness my own;
    Let Julia witness with what faith I served you.
    When you employed me in your love to her,
    I gave your noble heart away, as if
    It had been some light gallant's, little worth:
    Not that I loved you less than Angelina,
    But myself less than you.

    Gons: Wonder of honour!
    Of which my own was but a fainter shadow.
    When I gave Julia, whom I could not keep,
    You fed a fire within, with too rich fuel,
    In giving it your heart to prey upon;
    The sweetest offering that was ever burnt
    Since last the Phoenix died.

    Hip: If Angelina knew, like me, the pride
    Of noble minds, which is to give, not take,
    Like me she would be satisfied, her heart
    Was well bestowed, and ask for no return.

    Amid: Pray, let my heart alone; you'll use it as
    The gipsies do our money;
    If they once touch it, they have power upon't.

    Enter the Servant, who appeared in the first act with GONSALVO.

    Serv: O, my dear lord, Gonsalvo de Peralta!

    Rod: De Peralta, said you? You amaze me!

    Gons: Why?--Do you know that family in Seville?

    Rod: I am myself the elder brother of it.

    Gons: Don Rodorick de Peralta!

    Rod: I was so,
    Until my mother died, whose name, de Sylva,
    I chose, (our custom not forbidding it)
    Three years ago, when I returned from Flanders:
    I came here to possess a fair estate,
    Left by an aunt, her sister; for whose sake
    I take that name; and liked the place so well,
    That never since have I returned to Seville.

    Gons: 'Twas then that change of name, which caused my letters
    All to miscarry. What an happy tempest
    Was this, which would not let me rest at Seville,
    But blew me farther on, to see you here!

    Amid: Brother, I come to claim a sister's share: but you're too near me, to be nearer now.

    Gons: In my room, let me beg you to receive Don Manuel.

    Amid: I take it half unkindly,
    You give me from yourself so soon: Don Manuel,
    I know, is worthy, and, but yesterday,
    Preserved my life; but, it will take some time
    To change my heart.

    Man: I'll watch it patiently, as chemists do
    Their golden birth; and, when 'tis changed, receive it
    With greater care than they their rich elixir,
    Just passing from one vial to another.

    Rod: Julia is still my brother's, though I lose her.

    Gons: You shall not lose her; Julia was born
    For none but you;
    And I for none but my Honoria:
    Julia is yours by inclination;
    And I, by conquest, am Honoria's.

    Hon: 'Tis the most glorious one that e'er was made: and I no longer will dispute my happiness.

    Rod: Julia, you know my peevish jealousies;
    I cannot promise you a better husband
    Than you have had a servant.

    Jul: I receive you with all your faults.

    Rod: And think, when I am froward,
    My sullen humour punishes itself:
    I'm like a day in March, sometimes o'ercast
    With storms, but then the after clearness is
    The greater. The worst is, where I love most,
    The tempest falls most heavy.

    Jul: Ah! what a little time to love is lent! Yet half that time is in unkindness spent.

    Rod: That you may see some hope of my amendment, I give my friendship to Don Manuel, ere
    My brother asks, or he himself desires it.

    Man: I'll ever cherish it.

    Gons: Since, for my sake, you become friends, my care
    Shall be to keep you so. You, captain, shall
    Command this carrack, and, with her, my fortunes.
    You, my Honoria, though you have an heart
    Which Julia left, yet think it not the worse;
    'Tis not worn out, but polished by the wearing.
    Your merit shall her beauty's power remove;
    Beauty but gains, obligement keeps our love.

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