The renegado a tragæcomedie. As it hath beene often acted by the Queenes Maiesties seruants, at the priuate Play-house in Drurye-Lane. By Philip Massinger.

Actus Secundus Scena Quarta.

A Table set forth, Ie••••els and Bagges vpon it: loude Music•• Enter Donusa, takes a chaire, to her Carazie, Vitelli, Manto.

Donusa,

Sing ore the Dittie, that I last composde

Vpon my Loue-sicke passions sute, your Voice To the Musique thats plac'de yonder, we shall heare you With more delght and pleasure.

Car.

I obey you.

Song.

Vitel.

Is not this Tempe, or the blessed shades, Where innocent Spirits reside? Or doe I dreame, And this a heauenly vision? Howsoeuer It is a sight too glorious to behold For such a vvretch as I am.

Stands amazde.

Car.

He is daunted.

Mant.

Speake to him Madam, cheere him vp, or you Destroy what you haue builded.

Car.

Would I were furnishde With his artillerie, and if I stood Gaping as he does, hang me.

Vit.

That I might euer dreame thus.

kneeles.

Donu.

Banish amazement, You, wake; your debtor tells you so, your debtor, And to assure you that I am a substance And no aaeriall figure, thus I raise you. Why doe you shake? My soft touch brings no Ague, No biting frost is in this palme: Nor are My lookes like to the Gorgons head, that turne Men into Statues, rather they haue power (Or I haue been abusde) vvhere they bestow Their influence (let me prooue it truth in you) To g••ue to dead men motion.

Vitel.

Can this be? May I beleeue my sences? Dare I thinke I haue a memory? Or that you are That excellent creature, that of late disdain'de not To looke on my poore trifles.

Donu.

I am shee.

Vitell.

The owner of that blessed name Donusa, Which like a potent charme, although pronounc'de By my prophane, but much vnworthyer tongue,

Hath brought me safe to this forbidden place, Where Christian yet ne're trode.

Donu.

I am the same.

Vitell.

And to what end, great Lady pardon me, That I presume to aske, did your command Command me hither? or what am I? to vvhom You should vouchsafe your fauours; nay, your angers? If any wilde or vncollected speech Offensiuely deliuer'd, or my doubt Of your vnknowne perfections, haue displeasde you, You wrong your indignation, to pronounce Your selfe my sentence: to haue seene you onely, And to haue touchde that fortune-making hand, Will with delight waigh downe all tortures, that A flinty hangmans rage could execute, Or rigide tyranny command with pleasure.

Donu.

How the aboundance of good flowing to thee, Is vvrongde in this simplicitie: and these bounties Which all our ••asterne Kings haue kneeld in vaine for, Doe by thy ignorance, or vvilfull feare, Meete vvith a false construction. Christian, know (For till thou art mine by a neerer name, That title though abhord here, takes not from Thy entertainement) that tis not the fashion Among the greatest and the fairest Dames, This Turkish Empire gladly owes, and bowes to: To punish vvhere theres no offence, or nourish Displeasures against those, vvithout who••e mercie They part vvith all felicity. Prethee be vvise, And gently vnderstand mee; Doe not force her That ne're knew ought but to command, not ere read The elements of affection, but from such As gladly sude to her, in the infancie Of her new borne desires, to be at once Importunate, and immodest.

Vitel.

Did I know.

Great Lady your commands, or to what purpose This personated passion tends, (since twere A crime in mee deseruing death, to thinke It is your owne: I should to make you sport Take any shape you please to impose vpon me: And with ioy striue to serue you.

Donu.

Sport? thou art cruell, If that thou canst interpret my descent, From my high byrth and greatnesse? But to be A part in which I truely acte my selfe. And I must hold thee for a dull spectator If it stirre not affection, and inuite Compassion for my sufferings. Be thou taught By my example, to make satisfaction For wrongs vniustly offer'd. Willingly I doe confesse my fault; •• iniurd thee In some poore pettie trifles; Thus I pay for The trespasse I did to thee. Here recei••e These baggs stuft full of our imperiall coyne, Or if this payment be too light, take heere These Iems for which the slauish Indian diue•• To the bottome of the Maine? Or if thou scorne These as base drosse (which take but common minds) But fancie any honour in my guift (Which is vnbounded as the Sultans Power) And bee possest of't.

Vitel.

I am ouerwhelm'd: With the weight of happinesse you throwe vpon me. Nor can it fall in my imagination, What wrong I ere haue done you: and much lesse How like a Royall Marchant to returne Your great magnificence.

Donu.

They are degrees, Not ends of my intended fauors to thee. These seeds of bountie I yet scatter on A glebe I haue not tride, but be thou thankefull The haruest is to come.

Vitel.

What can be added To that which I already haue recieu'd, I cannot comprehend.

Donusa.

The tender of Myselfe. Why dost thou start! and in that guift, Full restitution of that Virgin freedome Which thou hast rob'd mee of. Yet I professe I so farre prize the louely theefe that stole it, That were it possible thou couldest restore What thou vnwittingly hast rauisht from me, I should refuse the present.

Vitelli.

How I shake In my constant resolution•• and my flesh Rebellious to my better part now tells me, As if it were a strong defence of frailtie. A Hermit in a desert trenchd with prayers Could not resist this batterie.

Donu.

Thou an Italian? Nay more I know't, a naturall Venetian, Such as are Courtiers borne to please fayre Ladies, Yet come thus slowely on?

Vitel.

Excuse me Madame, What imputation so ere the world Is pleasde to lay vpon vs: in my selfe I am so innocent that I know not what tis That I should offer.

Donusa.

By instinct I'le teach thee, And with such ease as loue makes me to aske it. When a young Lady wrings you by the hand thus, Or with an amorous touch presses your foote Lookes babies in your eyes, playes with your locks, Doe not you find without a tutors helpe What tis she lookes for.

Vitelli.

I am growne already Skilfull in the mysterie.

Donu.

Or if thus she kisse you, Then tast's your lips againe.

Vitel.

That latter blow Has beate all chaste thoughts from me.

Donu.

Say she poynts to Some priuate roome, the Sunne beames neuer enters, Prouoking dishes, passing by to heighten Declined appetite, actiue Musicque vshering Your faynting steps, the wayters too as borne dumbe, Not daring to looke on you.

Exit, inuiting him to follow.

Vitelli.

Though the Diuell Stood by, and rorde, I follow: now I finde That Vertue's but a word, and no sure garde If set vpon by beauty, and reward.

Exeunt.