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 prima.

Enter Carazie, Manto.

Car.

In the name of wonder! Manto, what hath my Ladie Done with her selfe since yesterday.

Manto.

I know not. Malicious men report we are all guided In our affections by a wandering Planet? But such a suddaine change in such a person, May stand for an example to confirme Their false assertion.

Car.

Shee's now pettish, froward, Musique, discourse, obseruance tedious to her.

Manto.

She slept not the last night: and yet preuented The rising Sun in being vp before him. Call'd for a costly Bath, then willd the roomes Should be per••um'd; Ransackde her Cabinets For her choyce, and richest Iewells: and appear••s now Like Ci••••hia in full glory, wayted on By the fairest of the Stars.

Car,

Can you guesse the reason,

Why the Aga of the Ianizaries, and he That guards the entrance of the inmost port Were call'd before her.

Manto.

They are both her creatures, And by her grace prefer'de, but I am ignorant To what purpose they were sent for.

Enter Donusa.

Car.

Heere shee comes. Full of sad thoughts: we must stand further off. What a frowne was that!

Manto.

Forbeare.

Car.

I pittie her.

Donu.

What Magicque hath transform'd me from my selfe? Where is my Virgin pride? How haue I lost My boasted freedome? what new fire burnes vp My scortched intrailes. What vnknowne desires Inuade, and take possession of my soule; All vertuous obiects vanish'd? Haue I stood The shocke of fierce temptations, stopte mine eares Against all Siren notes lust euer sung, To drawe my barke of chastitie (that with wonder Hath keept, a constant, and an honourd course.) Into the gulfe of a deserude ill fame? Now fall vnpittied? And in a moment With mine owne hands digge vp a graue to burie The monumentall heape of all my yeares, Imployde in Noble actions? O my fate! But there is no resisting. I obey thee Imperious god of loue, and willingly Put mine owne Petterson, to grace thy tryumph; Twere therefore more then crueltie in thee To vse me like a tyranne. What poore meanes Must I make vse of now? And flatter such, To vvhom; till I betrayde my libertie, One gratious looke of mine, would haue erected An altar to my seruice. How now Manto!

My euer carefull woman, and Carazie Thou hast beene faithfull too.

Car.

I dare not call My life mine owne since it is yours, but gladly Will part with it: when ere you shall command mee, And thinke I fall a Martir, so my death May giue life to your pleasures.

Manto.

But vouchsafe To let me vnderstand what you desire Should be effected: I will vndertake it And curse my selfe for Cowardice if I pausde To aske a reason why.

Donu.

I am comforted, In the tender of your seruice, but shall be Confirm'd in my full ioyes, in the performance Yet trust me: I will not impose vpon you But what you stand ingagde for, to a Mistres, (Such as I haue beene to you.) All I aske Is faith, and secresie.

Car.

Say but you doubt me, And to secure you I'le cut out my tongue I am libde in the breech already.

Manto.

Doe not hinder Your selfe by these delayes.

Donusa.

Thus then I Whisper Mine owne shame to you.—O that I should blush To speake what I so much desire to doe! And further—

Whispers, and vses vehement actions.

Manto.

Is this all.

Donusa.

Thinke it not base Although I know the office vndergoes A course construction.

Car.

Course? 'tis but procuring A smocke imploiment, which has made more Knights, In a Countrie I could name, then twenty yeares Of seruice in the field.

Donu.

You haue my ends.

Manto.

Which say you haue arriu'de at, be not wanting To your selfe, and feare not vs.

Car.

I know my burthen I'le beare it with delight,

Manto.

Talke not, but doe.

Exeunt Carazie, Manto.

Do.

O Loue what poore shifts thou dost force vs too!

Exit Donusa.

Actus Secundus, Scena Secunda.

Enter Aga, Capiaga, Ianiz••••es.

Aga.

She was euer our good Mistres, and our maker, And should we checke at a little hazard for her, Wee were vnthankefull.

Capiaga.

I dare pawne my head, Tis some disguised Minion of the Court, Sent from great Amurath, to learne from her The Viceroys actions.

Aga.

That concernes not vs: His fall may be our rise, what ere he bee He passes through my guardes.

Cap.

And mine, prouided Hee giue the word.

Enter Vitelli.

Vitel.

To ••aynt now being thus far, Would argue mee of Cowardice.

Aga.

Stand: the word. Or being a Christian to presse thus far, Forfeits thy life.

Vitelli.

Donusa.

Aga.

Pas••e in peace.

Exe••nt Aga, and 〈◊〉〈◊〉

Vi••

What a priuiledge her name beares. Tis wonderous strange!

(The Captine of the Ianiz••••ies,) If the great Officer The guardian of the inner port denie not,

Cap,

Thy warrant: Speake, Or thou art dead.

Vitel.

Donusa.

Capiaga.

That protects thee, without feare, Enter. So: discharge the watch.

Exit Vitelli, Capiaga.

A Secundus Scena tertia.

Enter Carazie, Manto.

Car.

Though he hath past the Aga, and chiefe Porter This cannot be the man.

Manto.

By her description I am sure it is.

Cara.

O women, women•• What are you? a great Lady dote vpon A Haberdasher of small vvares••

Manto.

Pish, thou hast none.

Cara.

No, if I had I might haue seru'd the turne: This tis to want munition vvhen a man Should make a breach and Enter.

Enter Vitelli.

Manto.

Sir, you are vvellcome: Thinke what tis to be happy and possesse it.

Car.

Perfume the Roomes there, and make way. Let Musique with choyce notes entertaine the man, The Princesse novv purposes to honour.

Vit.

I am rauish'd:

Exeunt.

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.

Actus Secundus, Scaena Quinta.

Enter Aga, Capiaga, Grimaldi, Master, Boteswaine, &c.

Aga.

The Diuels in him •• thinke.

Gri.

Let him be damn'd too Ile looke on him though he stard as wild as hell, Nay Ile goe neere to tell him to his teeth If he mends not suddenly, and prooues more thankefull, We doe him too much seruice, were't not for shame now I could turne honest and forsweare my trade, Which next to being trust vp at the maine yard By some low cuntrey butterbox, I hate As deadly as I doe fasting, or long grace When meate cooles on the table.

Capi.

But take heede, You know his violent nature.

Gri.

Let his Whores And Catamites, know't, I vnderstand my selfe, And how vnmanly tis to sit at home And rayle at vs, that run abroad all hazards: If euery weeke we bring not home new pillage, For the fatting his Serraglio.

Enter Asamb••••g, Mustapha.

Aga.

Heere he comes.

Capi.

How terrible he lookes?

Gri.

To such as feare him: The viceroy Asambeg were he the Sultans selfe He will let vs know a reason for his fury, Or we must take leaue without his allowance To be merry with our ignorance.

Asam.

Mahomets hell Light on you all, you chrouch, and cringe now, where Was the terrour of my iust frownes, when you suffered Those theeues of Malta, almost in our harbor To board a ship, and beare her safely off, While you stood idle lookers on?

Aga.

The ods In the men and shipping, and the suddainnesse Of their departure yeelding vs no leasure To send forth others to relieue our owne, Deterd vs mighty Sir.

Asam.

Deterde you cowards? How durst you only entertaine the knowledge Of vvhat feare vvas, but in the not performance Of our command? in me great Amurah spake, My voyce did eccho to your eares his thunder, And wild you like so many Seaborne-Tritons, Arm'd onely vvith the Trumpets of your courage, To swimme vp to her, and like Remoras. Hanging vpon her keele, to stay her flight Till rescue sent from vs, had fetcht you off, You thinke you are safe now; who durst but dispute it Or make it questionable, if this moment I charg'd you from you hanging cliffe, that glasses His rugged forhead in the neighbour lake, To throw your selues downe headlong? or like fago••s To fill the ditches of defended Forts, While on your backs we march'd vp to the breac

Gri.

That vvould not I.

Asam.

Ha?

Gri.

Yet I dare as much

As any of the Sultans boldest sonnes, (Whose heauen, and hell, hang on his frowne, or smile,) His vvarlike Ianisaries.

Asam.

Adde one syllable more Thou doest pronounce vpon thy selfe a sentence That earthquake-like vvill swallow the

Gri.

Let it open, Ile stand the hazard, those contemned theeues Your fellow Pirats Sir, the bold Malteze Whom with your lookes you thinke to quell, at Rhodes Laugh'de at great Solymans anger: and if treason Had not deliuerde them into his power, Hee had growne olde in glory as in yeeres. At that so fatall siege, or risne with shame His hopes, and threates deluded.

Asambeg.

Our great Prophet How haue I lost my anger, and my Power••

Grima.

Find it and vse it on thy flatterers: And not vpon thy friends that dare speake truth, These Knights of Malta but a handfull to Your armies that drinke riuers vp, haue stood Your furie at the height, and with their crosses Strooke pale your horned moones; These men of Malta Since I tooke pay from you, I haue met and fought with. Vpon aduantage too. Yet to speake truth By the soule of honor, I haue euer found them As prouident to direct, and bold to doe As any traynde vp in your discipline: Rauishde from other nations.

Mus.

I perceiue The lightning in his fierie lookes, the cloude Is broke already.

Gri.

Thinke not therefore sir, That you alone are Giants, and such Pigmies You war vpon.

Asam.

Villaine Ile make thee know Thou hast blasphemde the Ottoman power, and safer

At noone day might haue giuen fire to St Markes Your proud Venetian Temple. Ceize vpon him; I am not so neere reconcild to him To bid him die: that were a benefit The dog's vnworthy off, to our vse confiscate All that he stands possesde of: Let him tast The miserie of want, and his vaine riots Like to so many walking Ghosts affright him Where ere he sets his desperate foote. Who is't That does command you?

Grimal.

Is this the reward For all my seruice, and the rape I made On fayre Paulina.

Asam.

Drag him hence, he dies That dallies but a minute.

Botes.

What's become

Grimaldi dragde off, his head couered. Exeunt Master and Boatswaine.

Of our shares now Master.

Must.

Would he had been borne dumbe: The beggers cure, patience is all that's left vs.

Maust.

Twas but intemperance of speech, excuse him

Let me preuaile so far. Fame giues him out For a deseruing fellow.

Asam.

At Aleppo I durst not presse you so far, giue me leaue To vse my owne will and command in Tunis And if you please my priuacie.

Musta.

I will see you When this high wind's blowne ore.

Exit Mustapha.

Asam.

So shall you find me Ready to doe you seruice. Rage now leaue me Sterne lookes, and all the ceremonious formes Attending on dread Maiestie, flie from Transformed Asambeg, why should I hug

plucks out a guilt key.

So neere my hart, what leades me to my prison? Where she that is inthrald commands her keeper, And robs me of the fiercenesse I was borne with. Stout men quake at my frownes, and in returne

I tremble at her softnesse. Base Grimaldi But only nam'd Paulina, and the charme Had almost chok'd my fury ere I could Pronounce his sentence. Would when first I saw her Mi•••• eyes had met with lightning, and in place Of hearing her inchanting tongue, the shrikes Of Mandrakes had made musicke to my slumbers, For now I only walke a louing dreame And but to my dishonour neuer vvake, And yet am blind, but vvhen I see the obiect, And madly dote on it. Appeare bright sparke

opens a doore, Paulina discouerd comes forth.

Of all perfection: any si••ile Borow'd from Diamonds, or the fayrest stars To helpe me to expresse, how deere I prize The vnmatcht graces, vvill rise vp and chide me For poore detraction.

Pau.

I despise thy flatteries Thus spit at'em, and scorne 'em, and being arm'd In the assurance of my innocent vertue I stampe vpon all doubts, all feares, all tortures Thy barbarous cruelty, or vvhat's vvorse, thy dotage (The vvorthy parent of thy iealousie) Can showre vpon me.

Asam.

If these bitter taunts Rauish me from my selfe, and make me thinke My greedy eares receiue Angelicall sounds, How vvould this tongue tunde to a louing note Inuade, and take possession of my soule Which then I durst not call mine owne.

Pau.

Thou art false, Falser then thy religion. Doe but thinke me Something aboue a beast; nay more, a monster, Would fright the Sun to looke on, and then tell me If this base vsage, can inuite affection? If to be mewde vp, and excluded from Humane society; the vse of pleasures; The necessary, not superfluous duties

Of seruants to discharge those offices, I blush to name.

Asam.

Of seruants? can you thinke That I that dare not trust the eie of Heauen To looke vpon your beauties, that denie My selfe the happenesse to touch your purenesse Will ere consent an Eunuch, or bought handmaid Shall once approch you? there is something in you That can worke Miracles, or I am consende, Dispose and alter sexes. To my vvrong In spite of nature. I will be your nurse, Your woman, your physitian, and your foole, Till with your free consent, which I haue vowde Neuer to force, you grace me with a name That shall supplie all these.

Paul.

What is't?

Asa.

Your husband.

Pau.

My hangman when thou pleasest.

Asam.

Thus I garde me, Against your further angers.

Puts to the doore and lockes it.

Paul.

Which shall reach thee Though I were in the Center.

Asam.

Such a spirit In such a small proportion I nere reade of Which time must alter, rauish her I dare not The magique that she weares about her necke, I thinke defends her, this deuotion payde To this sweete Saint, mistresse of my sower payne Tis fit I take mine owne rough shape againe.

Exit A∣sambeg.

Actus Secundus, Scaena Sexta.

Enter Franciso, Gazet.

Fran.

I thinke hee's lost.

Gazet.

Tis ten to one of that,

I nere knew Cittizen turne Courtier yet, But he lost his credit, though he sau'd himselfe Why, looke you sir, there are so many lobbies, Out offices, and disputations heere Behind these Turkish hangings, that a Christian Hardly gets off but circumcised.

Fran.

I am troublde

Enter Vitelli, Carazie, Manto,

Troublde exceedingly. Ha! vvhat are these?

Gaz.

One by his rich sute should bee some french Em∣bassador For his trayne I thinke they are Turkes.

Fran.

Peace, be not seene.

Cara.

You are now past all the gards, and vndiscouerd You may returne.

Vitel.

There's for your paynes, forget not My humblest seruice to the best of Ladies.

Manto.

Deserue her fauour sir, in making haste For a second entertainement.

Vitel.

Doe not doubt me,

Exeunt Carazi, Manto.

I shall not liue till then.

Gaz.

The trayne is vanish'd They haue done him some good office hee's so free And liberall of his gold. Ha, doe I dreame, Or is this mine owne naturall Master;

Fran.

Tis he, But strangely metamorphosde. You haue made sir. A prosperous voyage, heauen grant it be honest, I shall reioyce then too.

Gaz.

You make him blush To talke of honesty, you were but now In the giuing vaine, and may thinke of Gazet Your worships prentice.

Vitel.

There's gold, be thou free too And Master of my shop, and all the wares Wee brought from Venice.

Gaz.

Riuo then.

Vitel.

Deere sir This place affords not priuacie for discourse

But I can tell you wonders, my rich habit Deserues least admiration; thers nothing That can fall in the compasse of your wishes Though it were to redeeme a thousand slaues From the Turkish gallies, or at home to erect Some pious worke, to shame all Hospitalls, But I am master of the meanes.

Fran.

Tis strange.

Vitel.

As I vvalke Ile tell you more.

Gaz.

Pray you a word Sir, And then I will put on. I haue one boone more.

Vitel.

What is't? speake freely••

Gaz.

Thus then, as I am Master Of your Shop, and vvares, pray you help me to some trucking With your last shee customer, though shee cracke my best peece I vvill indure it with patience.

Vitel.

Leaue your prating.

Gaz.

I may, you haue beene doing, we will doe too.

Fran.

I am amazde, yet will nor blame, nor chide you, Till you informe me further. Yet must say They steere not the right course, nor trafficke well, That seeke a passage to reach Heauen, through Hell.

Exeunt