Comedies and tragedies written by Francis Beaumont and Iohn Fletcher ...

ACT. V.

SCAENA I.

Enter Philippo, Diego, and Incubo.

Phil.

WHere is mine Host, did not he see him neither?

Die.

Not I, y faith Sir.

Phil.

Nor the muleter?

Inc.

Nay he is past seeing, unlesse it be in's sleep, By this time; all his visions were the pots, Three hours since Sir.

Phil.

Which way should she take? Nay, look you now; do you all stand stil? good god You might have lighted on him, now, this instant? For loves sake seek him out, who ever find him I will reward his fortune as his diligence; Get all the Town to help, that will behir'd, Their pains ile turn to an annall holiday, If it shal chance, but one bring word of her, Pray you about it.

Inc.

Her sir? who do you mean?

Phil.

(I had forgot my self) the Page I meant That came along with us.

Die.

He you give the clothes too?

Phil.

I ga' the clothes to; Rascal.

Die.

Nay good Sir.

Phi.

Why do'st thou mention, or upbraid my courtesies Slave?

Die.

For your honor Sir.

Phil.

Wretch; I was honor'd, That she would wear 'em (he, I would say) 's death? Go, get, and find him out, or never see me, I shal betray my love ere I possess it, Some star direct me, or ill planet strike me.

Exit Phil.

Inc.

Best to divide.

Die.

Ile this way.

Inc.

And I this.

Dieg.

I, as you, find him for a real.

Inc.

'Tis done.

Die.

My course is now directly to some piehouse I know the Pages compasse.

Inc.

I think rather The smock side o' the Town, the surer harbor At his years to put in.

Die.

If I do find The hungry haunt, I take him by the teeth now.

Inc.

I by the tail, yet I as you.

Die.

No more.

Exeunt.

SCAENA SECUNDA.

Enter Philippo.

Phil.

Dear Leocadia, where canst thou be fled Thus like a spirit hence? and in a moment? What cloud can hide thee from my following search If yet thou art a body? sure she hath not Tane any house? she did too late leave one Where all humanity of a place receiv'd her, And would (if she had stayd) have help'd to right The wrong her fortune did her; yet she must Be inter'd somewhere, or be found, no street, Lane, passage, corner, turn, hath scap'd enquiry: If her dispair had ravish'd her to ayre Shee could not yet be rarefied so

Enter Incube.

But some of us should meet her? though their eyes Perhaps be leaden, and might turn; mine would Strike out a lightning for her, and divide

A mist as thick as ever darksnesse was, Nay see her through a quarry; they do lye, Lye grosly that say love is blind: by him, And heaven they lye; he has a sight can pierce Through Ivory as clear as it were horn, And reach his object.

Inc.

Sir hee's found, hee's found.

Phil.

Ha? where? But reach that happy note again And let it relish truth, thou art an Angel.

Inc.

Hee's here; fast by sir, calling for a Boat To go aboard the Gallies.

Phil.

Where, where; hold thee.

Exit.

Inc.

He might ha' kept this now, I had nought to shew for 't If he had had the wit t' have gone from 's word, These direct men, they are no men of fashion, Talk what you will, this is a very smelt.

Exit.

SCAENA TERTIA.

Enter Leonardo with a Surgeon.

Leon.

Upon your art Sir, and your faith to assist it Shal I beleeve you then hiS wounds not mortal?

Surg.

Sir 'tis not worth your questio; lesse your fear.

Leon.

You do restore me Sir, I pray you accept This smal remembrance of a fathers thanks For so assur'd a benefit.

Surg.

Excuse me.

Leon.

Sir I can spare it, and must not beleeve But that your fortune may receive 't, except You 'ld ha' me think you live not by your practise.

Surg.

I crave your pardon Sir; you teach me manners.

Leon.

I crave your love and friendship, and require As I have made now, both my self and businesse A portion of your care, you wil but bring me Under the person of a call'd assistant To his next opening, where I may but see him, And utter a few words to him in private, And you will merit me; For I am loth Since here I have not to appear my self, Or to be known unto the Governor, Or make a tumult of my purpose.

Surg.

Neither I hope wil be your need Sir; I shal bring you Both there, and off again without the hazard.

Exeunt.

SCAENA QUARTA.

Enter Philippo, and Leocadia.

Phil.

Wil you not hear me?

Leoc.

I have heard so much Wil keep me deaf for ever; No, Mark-antonie After thy sentence, I may hear no more, Thou hast pronounc'd me dead.

Phil.

Appeal to reason, She will reprieve you from the power of grief, Which rules but in her absence; Hear me say A soveraign message from her, which in duty, And love to your own safety, you ought hear: Why do you strive so? whither would you fly? You cannot wrest your self away from care You may from councel; you may shift your place But not your person; and another Clyme Makes you no other.

Leoc.

Oh.

Phil.

For passions sake, (Which I do serve, honor, and love in you) If you will sigh, sigh here; If you would vary A sigh to tears, or out-cry, do it here. No shade, no desart, darknesse, nor the grave Shal be more equal to your thoughts then I, Only but hear me speak.

Leoc.

What would you say?

Phil.

That which shall raise your heart, or pul down mine, Quiet your passion, or provoke mine own; We must have both one balsame, or one wound, For know (lov'd fair) since the first providence Made me your rescew, I have read you through, And with a wondring pity, look'd on you, I have observ'd the method of your blood, And waited on it even with sympathy Of a like red, and palenesse in mine own; I knew which blush was angers, which was loves, Which was the eye of sorrow, which of truth; And could distinguish honor from disdain In every change; And you are worth my study: I saw your voluntary misery Sustain'd in travel: A disguised Maid Wearied with seeking: and with finding lost, Neglected, where you hop'd most; or put by; I saw it, and have laid it to my heart, And though it were my Sister, which was righted, Yet being by your wrong, I put off nature, Could not be glad, where I was bound to triumph, My care for you, so drown'd respect of her, Nor did I only apprehend your bonds, But studyed your release: and for that day Have I made up a ransom, brought you health Preservative 'gainst chance, or injury Please you apply it to the grief; my self.

Leoc.

Humh.

Phil.

Nay do not think me lesse then such a cure, Antonio was not; And 'tis possible Philippo may succeed: My blood and house Are as deep rooted: and as fairly spread, As Mark-antonio's, and in that, all seek, Fortune hath given him no precedency: As for our thanks to Nature I may burn Incense as much as he: I ever durst Walk with Antonio oy the self-same light At any feast, or triumph, and nev'r car'd Which side my Lady or her woman took In their survey; I durst have told my tale too Though his discourse new ended.

Leoc.

My repulse.

Phil.

Let not that torture you, which makes me happy Nor think that conscience (fair) which is no shame 'Twas no repulse, I was your dowry rather: For then methought a thousand graces met To make you lovely, and ten thousand stories Of constant vertue, which you then out-reach'd, In one example, did proclaim you rich Nor do I think you wretched, or disgrac'd After this suffring, and do therefore take Advantage of your need; but rather know You are the charge and businesse of those powers, Who, like best Tutors, do inflict hard tasks Upon great Natures, and of noblest hopes; Read trivial lessons, and half lines to sluggs; They that live long and never feel mischance, Spend more then half their age in ignorance.

Leoc.

'Tis wel you think so.

Phil.

You shal think so too, You shal sweet Leocadia, and do so.

Leoc.

Good Sir no more; you have too fair a shape To play so foul a part in, as the Tempter:

Say that I could make peace with fortune, who, Who should absolve me of my vow yet; ha? My Contract made?

Phil.

Your Contract?

Leoc.

Yes, my Contract, Am I not his? his wife?

Phil.

Sweet, nothing lesse.

Leoc.

I have no name then?

Phil.

Truly then you have not; How can you be his wife, who was before Anothers husband?

Leoc.

Oh, though he dispence With his faith given, I cannot with mine.

Phil.

You do mistake (cleer soul) his precontract Doth annul yours, and you have giv'n no faith That ties you in religion, or humanity, You rather sin against that greater precept, To covet what's anothers; Sweet, you do Beleeve me, who dare not urge dishonest things, Remove that scruple therefore, and but take Your dangers now, into your judgements skale And weigh them with your safeties: Think but whither Now you can go: what you can do to live? How neer you ha' barr'd all Ports to your own succor, Except this one that I here open: Love Should you be left alone, you were a prey To the wild lust of any, who would look Upon this shape like a temptation And think you want the man you personate Would not regard this shift, which love put on As vertue forc'd but covet it like vice; So should you live the slander of each Sex, And be the child of error, and of shame, And which is worse, even Mark-antonie Would be cal'd just, to turn a wanderer off, And Fame report you worthy his contempt; Where if you make new choyce, and setle here There is no further tumult in this flood. Each currant keeps his course, and all suspitions Shal return honors: Came you forth a Maid? Go home a Wife? alone? and in disguise? Go home a waited Leocadia: Go home, and by the vertue of that Charm Transform all mischiefs, as you are transform'd; Turn your offended Fathers wrath to wonder, And all his loud grief to a silent welcome: Unfold the Riddles you have made, what say you?

Enter Sanchio carried, Alphonso, and Servants.

Now is the time; delay is but despair, If you be chang'd, let a kisse tell me so.

Leoc.

I am: but how, I rather feel then know.

Sanc.

Come Sir; you are welcome now to Barcellona, Take off my hood.

Phil.

Who be these? stay, let's view 'em?

Alph.

'Twas a long journey: are you not weary Sir?

Sanc.

Weary? I could have rid it in mine Armour.

Leoc.

Alas!

Phil.

What ayl you deer?

Leoc.

It is my Father.

Phil.

Your Father: which?

Leoc.

He that is carried: oh Let us make hence.

Phil.

For loves sake: good my heart.

Leoc.

Into some house before he see me.

Phil.

Deer, Be not thus frighted.

Leoc.

O his wrath is tempest.

Phil.

Sweet, take your spirit to you, and stay bee't he, He cannot know you in this habit, and me I'me sure he lesse knows, for he never saw me.

Alph.

Ha? who is that? my Son Philippo?

Phil.

Sir.

Alp.

Why, what make you here? Is this Salamanca? And that your study? ha? nay stay him too, Wee'l see him by his leave.

Serv.

You must not strive Sir.

Alph.

No, no, come neer.

Sanc.

My daughter: Leocadia?

Alph.

How Sir: your daughter?

Sanc.

Yes Sir, and as sure As that's your Son: Come hither: what now? run Out o' your sex? breech'd? was't not enough At once to leave thy Father, and thine honor, Unlesse th' hadst quit thy self too.

Phil.

Sir what fault She can be urg'd off, I must take on me The guilt, and punishment.

Sanc.

You must Sir: how If you shal not, though you must? I deal not With boys Sir; I, you have a Father here Shal do me right.

Alph.

Thou art not mad Philippo? Art thou Mark-antonie? Son to Leonardo? Our businesse is to them.

Sanc.

No, no, no, no, Ile ha' the businesse now: with you, none else, Pray you let's speak, in private: (carry me to him) Your Son's the ravisher Sir, and here I find him: I hope you'l give me cause to think you noble, And do me right, with your sword sir, as becomes One gentleman of honor to another; All this is fair Sir: here's the sea fast by, Upon the sands, we will determine 'Tis that I call you too; let's make no days on't, Ile lead your way; to the seaside Rascals.

Phil.

Sir I would beseech your stay; he may not follow you.

San.

No, turn ile kill him here then: Slaves, Rogues, Blocks Why do you not bear me to him? ha' you been Acquainted with my motions, loggs, so long And yet not know to time 'em.

Phil.

Were you Sir Not impotent.

Alph.

Hold you your peace Boy.

Sanc.

Impotent 'Death ile cut his throat first, and then his Fathers.

Alph.

You must provide you then a sharper razor Then is your tongue, for I not fear your sword.

Sanc.

'Heart bear mee to either of 'em.

Phil.

Pray Sir your patience.

Enter Governor and Attendants.

Alph.

My curse light on thee if thou stay him.

Phil.

Hold.

Gov.

Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen, what tumult Is this you raise i'th street? before my door? Know you what 'tis to draw a weapon here.

Sanc.

Yes, and to use it (bear me up to him, Rogues) Thus, at a Traytors heart.

Alph.

Truer then thine.

Gov.

Strike, strike; Some of the people disarm 'em, Kil 'em if they resist.

Phil.

Nay generous sir Let not your courtesie turn fury now.

Gover.

Lay hold upon 'em, take away their weapons, I wil be worth an answer, ere we part.

Phil.

Tis the Governour sir.

Alph.

I yield my selfe.

Sanch.

My Sword? what thinkst thou of me? pray thee tell me.

1 Attend.

As of a Gentleman.

Sanch.

No more.

1 Attend.

Of worth, And quality.

Sanch.

And I should quit my Sword There were small worth or quality in that friend; Pray thee learn thou more worth and quality Then to demand it.

Gov.

Force it I say.

1 Atten.

The Governour You heare, commands.

Sanch.

The Governour shall pardon me.

Phil.

How, Leocadia gone again?

Exit Phil.

Sanch.

He shall friend I'th point of honour; by his leave, so tell him, His person and authority I acknowledge, And do submit me to it; but my Sword, He shal excuse me, were he fifteen Governours; That and I dwell together, and must yet Till my hands part, assure him.

Gov.

I say force it.

Sanch.

Stay, heare me. Hast thou ever read Curanza? Understandst thou honour, Noble Governour?

Gov.

For that we'l have more fit dispute.

Sanch.

Your name sir.

Gov.

You shall know that too: But on colder termes, Your blood and brain are now too hot to take it.

Sanch.

Force my Sword from me? this is an affront.

Gov.

Bring 'em away.

Sanch.

You'l do me reparation.

Exeunt.

Enter Philippo.

Phil.

I have for ever lost her, and am lost, And worthily: my tamenesse hath undone me; She's gone hence, asham'd of me: yet I seek her. Will she be ever found to me again, Whom she saw stand so poorly, and dare nothing In her defence, here, when I should have drawn This Sword out like a meteor, and have shot it In both our parents eyes, and left 'em blind Unto their impotent angers? O I am worthy On whom this losse and scorn should light to death Without the pity that should wish me better, Either alive, or in my Epitaph.

Enter Leonardo, Marc-Antonio.

Leon.

Well son, your father is too neere himselfe And hath too much of nature to put off Any affection that belongs to you. I could have onely wish'd you had acquainted Her father, whom it equally concerns, Though y'had presum'd on me: it might have open'd An easier gate, and path to both our joyes: For though I am none of those flinty Fathers That when their children do but naturall things, Turn rock and offence streight: yet Marc-antonio, All are not of my quarry.

Mar.

Tis my feare sir; And if hereafter I should ere abuse So great a piety, it were my malice.

Enter Attendants.

Atten.

We must intreat you Gentlemen to take Another room, the Governour is comming Here, on some businesse.

Enter Governour, Sanchio, Alphonso, Attendants.

Mar.

We will give him way.

Sanch.

I will have right sir on you; that believe, If there be any Marshals Court in Spaine.

Gov.

For that sir we shall talke.

Sanch.

— doe not slight me, Though I am without a Sword.

Gov.

Keep to your chaire sir.

Sanch.

—Let me fall, and hurle my chaire! (slaves) at him.

Gov.

You are the more temperd man sir: let me intreat Of you the manner how this brawle fell out.

Alph

Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much: But here we came sir to this Town together, Both in one businesse and one wrong, engag'd To seeke one Leonardo an old Genoese, I ha' said enough there; would you more? false father Of a false sonne, cal'd Marc-antonio, Who had stole both our daughters; and which father Conspiring with his sonne in treachery, It seemd, to fly our satisfaction, Was, as we heard, come private to this Town Here to take ship for Italy.

Leon.

You heard More then was true then: by the feare, or falshood, And though I thought not to reveale my selfe (Pardon my manners in't to you) for some Important reasons; yet being thus character'd And challeng'd, know I dare appeare, and doe To who dares threaten.

Mar.

I say he is not worthy The name of man, or any honest preface, That dares report or credit such a slander. Doe you sir say it?

Alph.

Sir, I doe say it.

Gov.

Hold, Is this your father Signior Marc-antonio? You have ill requited me thus to conceale him From him would honour him, and do him service.

Enter Eugenia.

Leon.

Twas not his fault sir.

Eug.

Where's my Lord.

Gov.

Sweet heart.

Eug.

Know you these Gentlemen? they are all the fathers Unto our friends.

Gov.

So it appeares my Dove.

Sanch.

Sir I say nothing: I doe want a Sword, And till I have a Sword I will say nothing.

Eug.

Good sir command these Gentlemen their Armes; Entreat 'em as your friends, not as your prisoners. Where be their Swords?

Gov.

Restore each man his weapon.

Sanch.

It seems thou hast not read Curanza, fellow I must have reparation of honour, As well as this; I finde that wounded.

Gov.

Sir, I did not know your quality, if I had Tis like I should have done you more respects.

Sanch.

It is sufficient, by Caranza's rule.

Eug.

I know it is sir.

Sanch.

Have you read Caranza Lady?

Eug.

If you mean him that writ upon the duell, He was my kinsman.

Sanch.

Lady, then you know By the right noble writings of your kinsman, My honour is as deere to me, as the Kings.

Eug.

Tis very true sir.

Sanch.

Therefore I must crave Leave to goe on now with my first dependance.

Eug.

What ha you more?

Gov.

None here good Signior.

Sanch.

I will, refer me to Claranza still.

Eug.

Nay love, I prethee let me mannage this. With whom is't sir?

Sanch.

With that false man Alphonso.

Eug.

Why he has th'advantage sir in legs.

Sanch.

But I In truth, and hand and heart, and a good Sword.

Eug.

But how if he will not stand you Sir.

Alph.

For that, Make it no question Lady, I will sticke My feet in earth down by him, where he dare.

Sanch.

O would thou wouldst.

Alph.

Ile do't.

Sanch.

Let me kisse him. I feare thou wilt not yet.

Eug.

Why Gentlemen, If you'l proceed according to Curanza, Me thinks an easier way, were too good chaires, So you would be content sir to be bound, 'Cause he is lame, ile fit you with like weapons, Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. If The difference between you be so mortall. It cannot be tane up.

Sanch.

Tane up? take off This head first.

Alph.

Come bind me in a chaire.

Eug.

Yes, do.

Gov.

What mean you, Dove.

Eug.

Let me alone, And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' done Lend me two Ponyards; ile have Pistols ready Quickly.

Exit.

Enter Philippo.

Phil.

She is not here Marc-antonio. Saw you not Leocadia?

Mar.

Not I brother.

Phil.

Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her.

Mar.

I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it?

Phil.

You were not worthy of her.

Mar.

May be I was not; But tis not well, you tell me so.

Phil.

My sister Is not so faire.

Mar.

It skils not.

Phil.

Nor so vertuous.

Mar.

Yes, she must be as vertuous.

Phil.

I would faine—

Mar.

What brother?

Phil.

Srike you.

Mar.

I shall not beare strokes Though I do these strange words.

Phil.

Will you not kill me?

Mar.

For what good brother?

Phil.

Why, for speaking well Of Leocadia.

Mar.

No indeed.

Phil.

Nor ill Of Theodosia?

Enter Eugenia, Leocadia, Theodosia, and one with two Pistols.

Mar.

Neither.

Phil.

Fare you well then.

Eug.

Nay you shall have as Noble seconds too As ever duellists had; give 'em their weapons: Now S^t Iago.

Sanch.

Are they charg'd?

Eug.

Charg'd sir, I warrant you.

Alph.

Would they were well discharg'd.

Sanch.

I like a Sword much better I confesse.

Eug.

Nay wherefore stay you? shal I mend your mark? Strike one another, thorough these?

Phil.

My love.

Alph.

My Theodosia.

Sanch.

I ha' not the heart.

Alph.

Nor I.

Eug.

Why here is a dependance ended. Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to you Your sonnes and daughters, and be friends. A feast Waites you within, is better then your fray: Lovers, take you your own, and all forbeare Under my roofe, either to blush or feare My love, what say you; could Cuzanza himselfe Carry a businesse better?

Gov.

It is well: All are content I hope, and we well eas'd, If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd.

Exeunt.