The bond-man an antient storie. As it hath been often acted with good allowance, at the Cock-pit in Drury-lane: by the most excellent princesse, the Lady Elizabeth her Seruants. By Phillip Massinger.
Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.


Cleora, Iaylor, Pisander.
There's for your priuacy. Stay, vnbinde his hands.
I dare not, Madam.
I will buy thy danger.
Take more gold, doe not trouble me with thankes;
I doe suppose it done.
Exit Iaylor.
My better Angell
Assumes this shape to comfort me, and wisely;
Since from the choyce of all coelestiall figures,
Hee could not take a visible forme so full
Page  [unnumbered]Of glorious sweetnesse.
Rise. I am flesh and blood,
And doe partake thy tortures.
Can it bee?
That charity should perswade you to discend
So farre from your owne height, as to vouchsafe
To looke vpon my suffrings? How I blesse
My fetters now, and stand ingag'd to Fortune
For my captiuity, no, my freedome rather!
For who dares thinke that place a Prison, which
You sanctifie with your presence? or belieue,
Sorrow has power to vse her sting on him,
That is in your compassion arm'd, and made
Impregnable? though tyranny raise at once
All engines to assault him.
Indeed vertue,
With which you haue made euident proofes, that you
Are strongly fortified, cannot fall, though shaken
With the shocke of fierce temptations, but still triumphs
In spight of opposition. For my selfe
I may endeauour to confirme your goodnesse,
(A sure retreate which neuer will deceaue you)
And with vnfayned teares expresse my sorrow,
For what I cannot helpe.
Doe you weepe for mee?
O saue that pretious balme for nobler vses,
I am vnworthy of the smallest drop,
Which in your prodigalitie of pitty
You throw away on me. Tenne of these pearles
Were a large ransome to redeeme a kingdome
From a consuming plague, or stop heauens vengeance
Call'd downe by crying sinnes, though at that instant
In dreadfull flashes falling on the roofes
Of bold blasphemers. I am iustly punish'd
For my intent of violence to such purenesse;
And all the torments flesh is sensible of
A soft and gentle pennance.
Which is ended
Page  [unnumbered]In this your free confession.
Enter Leosthenes and Timagoras.
What an obiect
Haue I encounter'd?
I am blasted too:
Yet heare a little further.
Could I expire now,
These white and innocent hands closing my eyes thus,
'Twere not to die, but in a heauenly dreame
To be transported, without the helpe of Charon
To the Elizian shades. You make mee bold:
And but to wish such happinesse, I feare,
May giue offence.
No, for, beleeu't, Marullo,
You haue wonne so much vpon me, that I know not
That happinesse in my gift, but you may challenge.
Are you yet satisfied?
Nor can you wish,
But what my vowes will second, though it were
Your freedome first, and then in me full power
To make a second tender of my selfe,
And you receiue the present. By this kisse
(From me a virgin bounty) I will practise
All arts for your deliuerance; and that purchas'd
In what concernes your father aymes, I speake it,
Doe not despaire, but hope.
To haue the Hangman,
When he is married to the crosse, in scorne,
To say, gods giue you ioy.
But looke on me,
And be not too indulgent to your folly,
And then (but that griefe stops my speech) imagine,
What language I should vse.
Against thy selfe.
Thy malice cannot reach me.
So, brother;
Though you ioyne in the Dialogue to accuse me,
What I haue done, I'le iustifie; and these fauours,
Page  [unnumbered]Which you presume will taint me in my honour;
Though iealousie vse all her eyes to spie out
One stayne in my behauiour; or Enuy
As many tongues to wound it, shall appeare
My best perfections. For to the world
I can in my defence alleage such reasons,
As my accusers shall stand dumbe to heare 'em,
When in his Fetters this mans worth and vertues
But truly told shall shame your boasted glories,
Which fortune claimes a share in.
The base villaine
Shall neuer liue to heare it.
Enter Archid: Diphilus, and Officers.
Murther, helpe,
Through me you shall passe to him.
What's the matter?
On whom is your Sword drawne? are you a iudge?
Or else ambitious of the hangmans office
Before it be design'd you? you are bold too,
Vnhand my daughter.
Shee's my valours prize.
With her consent, not otherwise. You may vrge
Your title in the Court; if it proue good,
Possesse her freely: Guard him safely off too.
You'll heare me, Sir?
If you haue ought to say,
Deliuer it in publike; all shall finde
A iust Iudge of Timoleon.
You must
Of force now vse your patience.
Exeunt omnes praeter Leost and Timag.
Vengeance rather
Whirle-windes of rage possesse mee; you are wrong'd
Beyound a Stoicque sufferance, yet you stand,
As you were rooted.
I feele something here,
That boldly tells mee, all the loue and seruice,
I pay Cleora, is anothers due,
And therefore cannot prosper.
Page  [unnumbered]Which now you must not yeeld to.
'Tis apparent,
In fact your Sisters innocent, howeuer
Chang'd by her violent will.
If you belieue so,
Follow the chase still: And in open court
Plead your owne interest; we shall finde the Iudge
Our friend I feare not.
Some thing I shall say,
But what —
Collect your selfe, as we walke thither.