Scoene
.
4.
Enter
Rabshake
,
Agar
,
Voada
,
Ag.
Speake
freely
,
what
think
you
of
the
new-come
Captaine
,
Voada
?
Vo.
Hee
lookes
as
if
his
father
and
mother
had
got
him
in
feare
:
his
eyes
go
like
a
Citie
Catch-poles
,
severall
wayes
at
once
,
ther's
no
stuffe
in
him
.
Giue
me
the
Dutch
Cavaliere
Dansiker
.
Ag.
Out
vpon
him
puffe-paste
,
he
was
spoild
in
his
infancy
,
ill-bred
.
Rab.
How
?
spoil'd
with
ill
bread
?
it
was
ill
drinke
spoyl'd
him
.
I
am
of
my
maisters
mind
,
the
new-come
Pyrate
is
a
reasonable
handsome
man
of
a
Christian
.
Ag.
Why
?
doth
Religion
moue
any
thing
in
the
shapes
of
men
?
Rab.
Altogether
.
What's
the
reason
else
that
the
Turke
&
Iew
is
troubled
(
for
the
most
part
)
with
gowty
legges
,
and
fiery
nose
,
to
expresse
their
heart-burning
:
whereas
the
Puritan
is
a
man
of
vpright
calfe
,
and
cleane
nosthrill
.
Vo.
Setting
aside
your
nose
,
you
should
turne
Christian
,
then
your
calfe
swels
vpward
mightily
.
Rab.
How
?
I
turne
Christian
?
they
haue
Iew
enough
already
amongst'em
:
were
it
but
three
qualities
they
haue
,
Il'e
be
none
of
their
society
.
Ag.
Three
qualities
?
I
pri'the
tell
'em
vs
Rabshake
.
Rab.
First
,
they
suffer
their
wiues
to
be
their
maisters
.
Secondly
,
they
make
men
theeues
for
want
of
maintenance
,
and
then
hang
them
vp
for
stealing
.
Lastly
,
they
are
madde
foure
times
a
yeare
,
and
those
they
call
Tearm-times
,
and
then
they
are
so
purg'd
by
their
Physitians
,
which
they
name
Lawyers
,
some
of
'em
are
never
their
owne
men
after
it
.
I
turne
Christian
?
they
shall
haue
more
charity
amongst
'em
first
.
They
will
devoure
one-another
as
familiarly
as
Pikes
doe
Gudgeons
,
and-with
as
much
facility
as
Dutchmen
doe
Flapdragons
.
Ag.
How
?
eate
vp
one-another
?
Rab.
I
,
eate
vp
one-another
:
you
haue
an
innocent
Christian
cal'd
a
Gallant
,
your
Citie
Christian
will
feed
vpon
no
other
meate
by
his
good
will
.
Vo.
But
their
wiues
will
not
feed
on
'em
too
.
Rab.
The
truth
is
,
they
are
not
altogether
so
great
devourers
;
mary
they
will
be
sucking
at
the
bones
.
But
see
my
maister
,
the
great
theefe
and
the
little
theeues
,
the
robbers
and
the
receiuer
.
Enter
Iew
,
Gallop
,
Das.
Sar.
Sis.
Ag.
He's
come
.
Thou
powerful
God
of
loue
,
strike
through
Those
awful
darts
of
thine
,
whose
burning
heads
(
mine
eies
Pierce
thorough
hearts
of
yee
,
melt
frostiest
breasts
,
Make
all
stoope
to
thy
Deity
.
Now
giue
thy
art
,
No
God
but
Cupid
pitties
mortal's
smart
.
Enter
Dansiker
,
Benwash
,
Iew
,
Gismund
,
Fredericke
,
Carolo
,
Alizia
.
Gis.
Fiue
duckets
a
Tun
,
'
shart
the
Caske
is
worth
more
,
Iew
.
You
must
remember
at
what
rate
you
bought
'em
.
Das.
And
at
what
price
you
may
haue
more
.
Gis.
You
speake
like
men
that
know
how
the
market
goes
Your
eare
Iew
.
Aliz.
What
misery
remaines
to
adde
to
mine
,
My
brother
lost
his
life
in
my
defence
;
And
with
his
life
,
my
sexe
and
libertie
,
I
stand
depriu'd
of
.
Are
not
these
wounds
sufficient
To
let
out
my
weake
breath
?
Thou
flinty
breast
,
Art
thou
impenetrable
?
or
is
that
thing
cal'd
death
Too
great
a
good
for
such
a
wretch
as
I
am
?
It
is
,
it
is
,
And
that's
the
cause
so
many
miseries
Do
stop
the
way
too't
.
Iew
.
I
am
your
Merchant
Ruben
Rabshake
,
my
wife
,
her
sister
Fetch
me
three
hundred
Dukets
for
this
Gentleman
.
Rab.
This
new-come
theefe
sir
?
Iew
.
Gentleman
,
slaue
.
Rab.
Why
your
theefe
is
a
Gentleman
,
he
scornes
to
do
any
thing
,
and
he
liues
vpon
his
commings
in
.
Iew
.
Peace
dogge
,
you
see
gallants
,
we
are
not
Italionat
to
locke
our
women
vp
,
wee
set
'em
free
,
giue
open
entertainment
.
Gal.
It
seemes
this
Iew
keeps
a
Bawdy-house
,
I
like
his
wife
well
,
I
could
finde
in
my
heart
to
cast
away
halfe
a
Ducket
on
her
.
Sar.
You
are
of
a
noble
minde
sir
,
courtly
and
high
,
It's
want
of
merit
that
breeds
ielousie
,
From
which
I
know
you
cleare
.
Iew
.
As
I
am
from
couetousnesse
:
how
their
eyes
strike
each
other
?
Rabshake
—
Rab.
Here
sir
.
Iew
.
Captaine
,
your
gold
.
Ag.
He
saw
our
eyes
meet
,
no
matter
,
may
I
coole
my
heate
Let
the
world
burne
.
Thy
counsell
Voada
.
Iew
.
I
do
not
like
this
fellowes
lookes
,
Rabshake
.
Rab.
He
hath
a
hanging
countenance
indeed
sir
,
Iew
.
Tush
,
my
wifeman
,
thou
hast
forgot
how
deere
I
bought
my
liberty
,
renounc'd
my
law
,
The
Law
of
Moses
,
turn'd
Turke
,
all
to
keepe
My
bed
free
from
these
Mahometan
Dogges
.
I
would
not
be
a
monster
Rabshake
,
a
man-beast
,
A
Cuckold
.
Rab.
I
haue
not
forgotten
sir
that
you
damned
your selfe
because
you
would
not
be
a
Cornuto
:
If
euery
man
should
fine
so
deere
for
his
hornes
,
we
should
haue
but
a
few
Christians
left
:
but
seeing
you
feare
your
vessell
hath
a
leake
,
wherefore
do
you
put
her
to
sea
,
man
her
thus
?
Iew
.
For
commodity
:
thou
seest
rich
shop-keepers
set
their
wiues
at
sale
to
draw
in
custome
,
vtter
their
wares
,
yet
keepe
that
Iem
vntouch't
:
all
for
profite
man
.
Rab.
I
am
not
of
your
minde
sir
,
there
is
no
profite
without
some
paine
.
Iew
.
No
more
villaine
:
should
I
suspect
my selfe
to
haue
that
disease
,
I
would
run
mad
,
first
fury
of
my
hornes
should
light
on
thee
:
looke
too't
,
thou
art
no
longer
living
then
my
wife
is
honest
.
Rab.
I
feare
my
dayes
are
but
short
then
,
if
my
life
lasts
no
longer
then
I
can
keepe
a
Woman
honest
against
her
will
.
Voad.
It
is
a
louely
boy
,
rare
featur'd
,
would
he
were
mine
.
Ag.
It
is
so
Voada
,
he
hath
made
the
slaue
my
Iaylor
.
Voad.
I
haue
not
seene
so
much
of
beauty
in
a
man
.
Ag.
You
loose
your selfe
.
What
man
?
what
beauty
?
I
tell
thee
I
am
vndone
,
Rabshake
is
made
my
ouer-seer
.
Vo.
I
would
vse
him
like
an
ouer-seer
then
,
he
should
stand
by
whil'st
the
Executioner
opened
the
bagges
:
I
must
enioy
his
loue
,
though
quēching
of
my
lust
did
burn
the
world
besides
.
Iew
.
It's
right
Captaine
.
Gis.
Yes
,
'tis
right
.
Gal.
But
that's
the
wrong
way
sir
,
your
followers
expect
their
equall
shares
.
Iew
.
The
fellow
raues
:
talke
to
a
Captaine
of
equall
sharing
,
I'le
take
order
for
landing
the
goods
,
&
bee
with
you
presently
.
Rabshake
,
thou
knowest
thy
doome
slaue
,
looke
too't
,
thine
eyes
,
villaine
thine
eyes
.
Exit
.
Rab.
I'le
warrant
you
sir
,
I'le
looke
toot
.
Gal.
Here
,
carry'em
these
two
duckets
to
drinke
vpon
receit
of
the
whole
,
Il'e
deale
like
a
commander
with
'em
,
as
men
doe
with
their
followers
:
that
is
,
as
you
haue
followed
me
to
earne
meanes
,
so
now
you
shall
follow
mee
as
long
to
get
your
earnings
,
you
shall
be
followers
still
,
I
will
discharge
none
of
you
.
Sares.
We
tooke
him
for
a
gull
,
but
now
I
see
hee
hath
had
command
,
he
can
cheat
his
Souldiers
.
Sis.
I
hope
sir
you
will
make
better
respect
of
your
credit
,
you
know
your
oathes
and
promise
.
Gal.
My
promise
,
if
a
Citizen
had
bought
a
company
,
hee
could
but
keepe
day
with
'em
:
you
must
pardon
him
gentlemen
,
a
fresh
Souldier
wants
seasoning
.
Sis.
Salt
vs
,
looke
too't
,
we
shall
hardly
relish
you
sir
.
Gall.
How
?
threatens
and
braues
?
Dans.
Forbeare
,
giue
the
poore
fellow
leaue
to
prate
,
he
payes
for't
.
Sis.
Good
:
you
are
now
vpon
your
guard
,
we
shall
meet
you
vpon
discharge
of
the
watch
,
and
knock
you
downe
with
a
bill
of
accounts
,
we
shall
skeld
.
Exit
.
Gal.
Out
gull
,
talke
to
a
commander
,
a
man
of
warre
of
equall
sharing
,
we
haue
other
vse
for
our
mony
then
to
pay
followers
.
Shall
we
acost
these
Ladyes
,
gallants
?
Rab.
Tis
the
custome
of
the
whole
world
,
the
greater
theefe
preyes
vpon
the
lesse
still
:
how's
this
?
Dans.
The
happinesse
of
the
day
befall
you
I
adyes
.
Sar.
The
night
equall
the
dayes-happinesse
,
say
I
.
Gall.
All
content
both
night
and
day
stand
to
your
desires
Agar
.
Our
desires
equall
your
wishes
sir
.
Gal.
Your
desires
are
aboue
my
performance
then
.
Rab.
I
am
drawing
on
,
if
my
life
lye
vpon
her
honesty
,
I
am
vpon
the
poynt
of
giving
vp
already
.
Agar
.
That
Gentleman
is
very
moving
.
Ag.
Could
you
not
intreate
him
stay
his
pace
.
Sar.
And
trot
in
your
ring
,
Lady
,
if
you
please
.
Ag.
I
purpose
not
to
take
a
courser
of
your
choosing
,
lest
I
be
iaded
sir
.
Sar.
You
presume
the
more
of
your
owne
horsemanship
.
Rab.
Hoy-day
,
they
are
riding
already
,
'sfoot
I
am
like
to
go
post
to
the
Divell
for
this
.
Dans.
Next
night
,
time
of
my
proiect
,
if
I
proue
not
as
hot
a
shot
as
came
in
your
quarters
since
the
losse
of
your
virginity
,
let
me
suffer
the
paines
of
S.
Anthonies
purgatory
.
Ag.
He
must
necessarily
be
a
man
of
deeds
,
he
is
of
so
few
words
.
Sar.
You
shall
do
well
to
put
him
to
the
tryall
.
Ag.
Without
immodesty
,
may
I
question
the
reason
you'r
so
heavy
sir
?
Rab.
Nay
then
it
rings
out
for
me
,
should
the
Iew
see
this
,
I
were
as
good
as
speechlesse
:
there
were
but
a
little
gasping
betweene
me
and
the
graue
.
Gal.
The
reason
of
my
heauinesse
is
,
that
you
and
I
might
agree
the
better
:
for
women
loue
contraries
,
and
you
are
light
I
see
.
Ag.
How's
this
?
you
see
me
light
,
true
,
to
be
in
loue
With
one
so
farre
disdainfull
.
Vo.
What
successe
woman
?
the
Dutchman
&
I
haue
barterd
wares
Ag.
I
haue
made
exchange
too
,
sold
my
liberty
,
To
purchase
base
ingratitude
,
I
am
rejected
Voads
.
Enter
Rabshake
.
Rab.
My
Mistresse
,
Gentlemen
,
did
you
see
my
Mistresse
?
Ag.
Your
businesse
sirrah
?
Rab.
You
must
make
provision
to
entertaine
two
of
the
richest
Pyrates
ever
landed
here
,
one
Captaine
Ward
and
Franciscus
,
they
haue
brought
a
prize
in
worth
three
thousand
duckets
:
besides
,
they
sell
their
prisoners
slaues
,
my
maister
hath
ingrost
them
all
.
Ag.
Vengeance
seize
him
and
them
.
Backe
sirrah
,
say
wee
will
expect
them
:
you
sir
,
attend
your
maister
his
comming
,
see
you
giue
vs
notice
on't
.
Rab.
Nay
,
I
hold
it
the
best
course
too
,
for
mine
own
safety
.
My
charge
is
charg'd
my
watch
must
be
now
,
lest
my
Maister
know
it
.
If
al
the
world
were
eies
,
women
I
see
would
to
it
.
Ex.
Gal.
I
do
but
dreame
sure
,
Ward
and
Franciscus
?
Dans.
What
moues
this
passion
?
Sar.
Why
looke
you
pale
?
Gal.
Pale
?
I
haue
a
cause
,
I
haue
lesse
colour
by
600
Duckets
then
I
had
.
Sar.
As
how
sir
?
Gal.
I'le
tell
you
:
I
tooke
an
adventure
to
pay
this
Ward
,
600
Duckets
at
our
two
meetings
at
Tunis
,
and
see
how
the
Divell
hath
brought
it
about
:
I
must
leaue
you
gallants
.
Dans.
By
no
meanes
:
we
will
compound
the
businesse
.
Agar
.
I
can
conceale
it
no
longer
.
Voad.
You
will
betray
your selfe
to
their
contempt
,
by
your
owne
forwardnesse
.
Agar
.
I
nea'r
shall
haue
so
faire
occasion
to
speake
my
loue
againe
,
you
know
my
husbands
watchfull
ielousie
.
Vo.
Now
by
my
sex
I
am
ashamed
of
you
,
were
the
Iew
mine
,
I
would
haue
no
other
Pander
:
be
rul'd
by
me
It's
he
shall
hire
the
Captaine
to
thy
loue
,
And
his
owne
horning
.
What
cannot
we
perswade
?
Man
was
asleepe
when
womans
braine
was
made
.
Agar
.
Thou
giu'st
me
a
new
life
,
I
am
thy
Scholler
.
Voad.
Il'e
pricke
thee
forth
a
lesson
,
whose
choyser
straine
,
Shall
tell
men
that
all
Art
'gainst
lust
&
women's
vaine
.
Exeūt
.
Rab.
As
you
are
men
conceale
your
weapons
,
here
are
women
in
the
roome
.
Gal.
Sismund
.
Enter
three
Sailers
with
Sismund
.
Sis.
We
are
come
to
giue
you
thanks
for
the
2
duckets
sir
.
Gal.
As
you
are
of
the
sword
,
draw
.
Fight
.
Sis.
We
are
fresh-men
,
wee'l
powder
you
.
Gal.
Murder
,
murder
,
I
shal
be
torn
in
peeces
,
by
my
hands
.
Enter
Ward
,
Franciscus
,
Ferd.
Al.
Page
.
Sis.
Ward
,
Franciscus
,
we
are
betraid
,
away
.
Exeunt
.
Ward
.
Gallop
.
Gall.
My
noble
generall
aliue
,
come
to
my
rescue
,
my
loyaltie
to
the
braue
knight
did
thus
ingage
me
:
the
slaues
could
not
be
content
to
stow
me
vnder-boord
,
and
force
mee
from
thee
,
but
would
haue
shared
the
prize
too
:
but
I
haue
shar'd
with
'em
,
see
heer's
three
hundred
duckets
,
thou
shalt
haue
them
all
braue
sparke
,
the
Divell
to
boot
with
'em
.
VVard
Then
you
think
this
gold
shal
purchase
your
pardon
.
Gal.
'Sfoot
I
am
over-ioy'd
with
the
fight
of
thee
:
see
the
heroicke
Dansiker
,
his
Captaine
Sare
.
VVard
.
Your
loues
,
gentlemen
.
Dans.
This
is
no
slaue
,
he
payes
600.
duckets
at
their
meeting
,
true
,
we
are
witnesse
on't
.
VVard
.
I
will
be
gul'd
for
once
thus
,
I
will
,
these
duckets
shall
stop
my
mouth
.
Gal.
'Sheart
there
are
as
many
more
in
Banke
,
you
shal
haue
'em
all
,
I
prize
thy
countenance
aboue
a
second
Indies
,
were
they
molten
in
your
garbage
.
The
world
runnes
round
with
me
,
Sicut
erat
in
principio
,
naked
I
came
in
,
and
penilesse
I
shall
go
out
.
What
staies
the
Iew
so
long
,
VVard
.
See
he
is
come
.
Enter
Iew
,
Raymond
,
his
two
sonnes
bound
.
Ruben
.
You'l
giue
my
price
sir
.
Iew
.
yes
,
for
these
slaues
,
I
will
.
Ray.
For
ever
be
he
seruile
that
so
makes
'em
.
Hard-hearted
;
man
,
I
cannot
terme
thee
,
its
A
name
that
beares
too
much
of
pitty
int
,
Compared
with
so
inhumane
;
creature
wert
thou
a
father
,
These
teares
would
moue
thee
,
that
bemoane
a
sons
,
Nay
all
my
childrens
,
worse
then
funerall
,
Their
euer
thraldome
,
but
nature
well
deni'd
Issue
to
thee
,
least
in
thy
barbarous
guilt
Shee
had
bene
a
party
.
When
thy
affection'd
soule
Had
felt
how
much
the
name
of
child
moues
,
with
what
care
,
How
many
iealous
feares
we
view
there
infancy
,
Least
hauing
felt
all
this
,
thy
accursed
hand
Should
yet
haue
dar'd
to
make
men
childlesse
.
1.
Son.
Can
then
your
marble
heart
indure
these
droppes
?
2.
Son.
The
soyle
that
bred
you
sir
doth
not
bring
forth
Such
hydeous
monsters
,
that
we
should
imagine
You
can
be
so
far
cruell
to
betray
So
many
innocent
liues
,
for
in
vs
bleed
An
aged
father
,
a
mother
,
to
whose
griefe
No
other
misery
can
be
added
.
My selfe
contracted
to
a
vertuous
maid
,
Who
ere
this
hath
left
Marcel
,
And
in
Normandy
expects
the
consumation
of
our
happinesse
.
You
haue
our
goods
,
our
ship
,
all
the
substance
Should
succour
our
old
parents
,
you
haue
onely
left
These
armes
to
erne
them
bread
,
and
can
your
eyes
Relentlesse
see
these
chain'd
?
Ferd.
Do
not
they
moue
you
sir
?
Ward
.
Yes
,
as
the
Iew
,
art
not
thou
moued
Benwash
?
Iew
.
As
a
hangman
at
an
execution
makes
no
other
holiday
in
the
yeare
.
Ray.
Inhumaine
dog
!
oh
I
could
teare
thee
villane
,
Iew
.
I'le
giue
thirty
crownes
for
this
old
beast
to
bee
reuenged
on
him
.
Ray.
Be
gentle
,
take
his
mony
,
forgiue
me
sir
,
I
see
you
are
kind
,
would
not
now
part
vs
That
twenty
and
odde
yeares
haue
growne
together
,
Will
you
not
take
it
?
giue
him
so
Iew
,
I
will
deserue
'em
,
see
I
am
not
old
,
No
wrinkle
is
on
my
brow
,
these
are
but
frowns
,
Rays'd
by
his
vnkind
refusall
of
my
offer
.
See
what
plump
veines
I
haue
,
no
sinews
shrunke
,
These
are
not
gray-haires
,
they
are
onely
white
To
shew
the
lightnesse
of
my
spirit
:
come
Manacle
these
armes
,
you
shall
see
vs
three
Tug
the
daies
eye
out
,
there's
not
a
father
And
his
two
boies
shall
dare
to
vndertake
vs
,
The
sunne
outvied
wee'le
set
vs
downe
together
And
with
our
sadder
cheere
out-mourne
the
night
,
And
speake
the
happinesse
we
might
haue
liu'd
too
:
How
by
mine
owne
harth
in
cold
wintereues
I
might
haue
told
my
sonnes
some
ancient
tales
,
Which
they
might
one
day
from
their
grandsire
speak
.
Wee'le
adde
vnto
our
woes
thus
by
compare
Of
what
our
ioyes
might
haue
been
,
then
we'le
curse
,
And
when
we
want
a
plague
,
wee'le
thinke
vpon
This
bloudy
murtherer
,
we
shall
haue
store
then
:
Be
eloquent
in
bitter
execrations
,
Our
choler
vented
,
then
againe
wee'le
weepe
,
Till
teares
glew
vp
our
eyes
to
mocke
sad
sleepe
.
Ward
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
1.
Son.
Dost
laugh
at
aged
sorrow
?
be
iust
ye
powers
,
As
ye
iudge
innocents
causes
,
reuenge
ours
.
Ward
.
My
mony
for
'em
Iew
,
so
,
away
with
'em
.
Alb.
Ferd.
We
will
redeeme
them
,
pay
their
ransome
,
Ward
.
You
redeeme
them
?
your
meanes
?
Ferd.
All
that
we
haue
a
board
,
Ward
.
Such
another
syllable
,
I'le
make
a
sale
of
you
to
.
Iew
.
I
am
your
first
man
,
I'le
giue
you
400
crownes
for
'em
Alb.
A
sale
of
vs
?
Ferd.
Know
that
if
all
our
fortunes
will
set
them
free
,
'tis
theres
.
Ward
.
I'le
try
that
,
giue
me
400
crownes
.
Iew
.
Heare
.
Ward
.
They
are
yours
,
I'le
iustifie
the
sale
,
Sar.
Of
your
owne
fellowes
,
countrymen
do
they
not
stand
Condition'd
as
your selfe
.
Gal.
Who
gaue
you
pattent
to
examine
him
.
Ward
.
Forbeare
,
because
you're
men
of
action
Ile
descend
To
giue
you
notice
they
are
my
lawfull
prize
,
Such
as
deni'd
my
party
,
would
willingly
Betray
me
,
yea
all
of
vs
,
into
the
hands
Of
our
vow'd
enimies
.
Sar.
Are
you
not
men
of
war
then
?
Ferd.
We
are
no
Pyrats
sir
,
our
country
yeelds
vs
More
honest
meanes
of
liuing
.
Sar.
Om.
Away
with
;
'em
more
honest
meanes
of
liuings
make
'em
sure
,
Alb.
Giue
vs
the
hearing
.
Ward
.
Away
with
'em
.
Zounds
I'le
set
them
free
else
.
2.
Son.
Let's
take
our
fathers
blessing
with
vs
yet
.
Ward
.
All
curses
vnder
heauen
go
with
you
.
Ray.
Is
there
no
eare
for
misery
to
beate
at
?
My
sonnes
,
Fredericke
,
Albert
,
they
are
gone
,
sent
To
perpetuall
vasselladge
,
I
lou'd
you
boys
A
little
better
then
to
out-liue
your
slaueries
.
I
wil
not
curse
thee
monster
,
I
know
my
thoughts
Cannot
arriue
vnto
so
blacke
reuenge
,
As
shall
attend
thee
:
crack
,
crack
,
you
ore-loaden
strings
,
And
set
a
miserable
old
man
free
,
So
,
so
,
I
will
appeale
for
you
my
sonnes
to
yon
high
Court
Here
none
but
beasts
of
prey
Tigers
resort
.
moritur
Dans.
I
hate
this
villaine
,
hee's
all
bloud
.
Page
.
My
heart
I
thinke
would
breake
But
that
in
steed
of
wordes
,
myne
eyes
thus
speak
.
Ward
.
How
ist
my
noble
spirits
dull'd
with
one
Tragedy
,
Let
vs
digest
it
with
a
gig
,
a
catch
.
Some
wine
there
,
shall
we
to
hazard
?
Dans.
I
willingly
would
stake
my
life
to
thine
at
that
iust
game
,
there
wants
but
an
occasion
.
Sar.
What's
your
sport
?
Gal.
Adams
game
at
one
whole
,
euery
male
to
his
female
Ward
.
How
should
wee
be
furnisht
?
Gall.
I'le
fit
you
with
an
Eue
sir
,
a
temptresse
,
Ward
.
What
is
she
?
Gall.
Your
peere
,
a
beauty
that
would
take
you
From
out
your selfe
to
gaze
at
her
,
The
Iewes
wiues
sister
.
Enter
Iew
,
Cros.
Agar
,
Voad
.
Ward
.
First
sight
of
her
yeelds
thee
a
100
Duckets
.
Gal.
I'le
be
a
coniunction
copulatiue
to
ioyne
you
together
for
the
mony
,
it
is
a
fate
follow's
vs
souldiers
when
wee
are
downe
:
the
reason
is
,
wee
hold
it
no
shame
to
liue
vpon
spoile
of
the
enemie
,
and
a
greater
foe
to
man
then
a
whore
is
impossible
S'hart
I
am
preuented
,
the
Iew
panders
them
himselfe
,
that's
she
sir
,
that
Turkes
her
brother
,
his
name
is
Crosman
.
Iew
.
Is
it
possible
?
Gall.
The
slaue
hath
a
goat
in
his
lookes
.
Cros.
That's
he
in
the
Iudas
beard
,
vse
but
thy
art
he's
thine
.
Ag.
If
I
lik't
not
his
30
thousand
Duckets
,
better
then's
person
,
I
would
neuer
streine
my
complexion
for
him
.
Ward
.
Shee
equals
thy
commends
inded
,
so
true
a
faire
I
nere
beheld
till
now
.
Ag.
Nay
more
to
intice
me
,
this
well
stuft
purse
He
did
inforce
vpon
me
,
but
'tis
your
sinne
,
So
you
haue
profit
,
all
religious
lawes
Must
suffer
violence
,
your
wife
be
exposed
Vnto
all
vndergoers
.
Iew
.
Forgiuenesse
honest
wife
,
my
chast
,
chast
,
wife
.
Ag.
Nay
,
vse
your
pleasure
,
you
had
best
keepe
the
gold
To
guild
your
shame
with
,
I
troe
I
would
giue
it
him
,
Tell
him
he
must
not
thinke
I
am
the
woman
He
takes
me
for
,
if
he
will
not
beleeue
you
,
Let
him
make
triall
with
the
ladder
of
ropes
He
vow'd
to
clime
my
chamber
with
,
this
night
,
When
,
as
it
seemes
,
he
learnt
you
were
inforst
To
be
in
the
Synagogue
.
Iew
.
Better
and
better
,
I
cannot
but
admire
thy
chastity
A
ladder
of
ropes
,
would
he
make
that
the
beginning
Letchery
should
be
the
end
of
,
I'le
hamper
him
,
If
he
haue
any
grace
thy
honesty
ouerthrowes
him
,
Ag.
If
he
haue
any
wit
it
will
I
hope
.
Iew
.
My
dull
ey'd
villaine
Rabshake
saw
none
of
this
,
Hee's
all
for
reminre
,
he
would
haue
me
a
cuckold
by
law
forsooth
,
by
statute
law
,
I
shal
put
you
a
book
case
,
for
he
shal
moote
I'le
prize
him
but
to
the
present
businesse
.
Noble
Captaine
to
expresse
how
much
you
are
welcome
,
my
wife
and
sister
,
laying
all
rites
aside
,
and
customary
obserues
,
come
to
inuite
you
to
a
meane
banquet
sir
.
VVard
,
Best
thankes
sir
,
your
welcomes
prodigall
,
I
am
already
feasted
in
this
bounteous
dish
sir
.
Dans.
But
you
are
not
likely
to
surfet
on
it
,
I'le
haue
a
finger
in
the
platter
with
you
,
were
you
the
great
Turks
selfe
.
Ward
.
With
me
,
I
tell
thee
Dansiker
Thou
dost
not
merit
with
thy
lips
to
touch
Sar.
Dans.
against
Francisco
,
Gal.
&
Cros.
parts
thē
,
Iew
hides
himselfe
.
So
choyce
a
rarity
,
what
darest
thou
for
her
?
Dans.
What
thou
dar'st
not
.
Ward
.
I'le
put
that
to
the
tryall
,
Draw
.
Voad.
As
you
come
of
woemen
.
fight
Ag.
By
,
all
the
rites
you
owe
our
sexe
,
as
you
are
men
inforce
them
part
.
Cros.
Respect
the
place
,
you
are
in
danger
of
law
.
Ward
.
You
shall
oresway
me
Lady
,
we
shall
meet
againe
sir
.
Cros.
So
you
are
men
Exit
.
Iew
.
Are
they
gone
?
What
hard
fortune
attends
me
?
that
none
of
their
throats
were
cut
,
I
might
haue
seaz'd
their
goods
,
not
so
much
as
the
flesh
biter
,
but
is
come
of
.
Gall.
S'hart
,
this
pouerty
makes
a
man
valiant
,
when
I
had
my
duckets
I
had
no
more
heart
then
a
Iew
.
Iew
.
And
that
was
the
reason
you
so
willingly
parted
with
'em
sir
Gall.
Old
,
Benwash
,
where
hidst
thou
thy
head
in
this
day
of
battell
man
?
Iew
.
Heere
vnder
this
table
,
did
you
thinke
I
am
so
brancht
No
roofe
would
giue
me
couering
,
I
am
but
a
pricket
,
A
meere
sorrell
,
my
head's
not
hardened
yet
Though
thanks
vnto
your
maistership
your
fire
was
not
wanting
Gal.
You
speake
in
Hebrew
I
vnderstand
you
not
.
Iew
.
Yet
you
can
speak
the
whoore-maisters
language
passing
wel
;
what
made
you
sir
take
my
wife
for
a
flesh-seller
,
a
whore
?
Gall.
You
are
abused
sir
.
Iew
.
By
thee
letcher
,
you
know
not
this
purse
,
this
gold
?
You
haue
your
tricks
to
climbe
vp
cuckolds
hauen
,
Your
ladder
of
ropes
,
you
had
best
keepe
that
houre
,
My
wife
this
night
expects
you
:
my
absence
Will
be
inforst
,
she
bid
me
tell
you
so
,
Insatiat
goat
thou
thinkst
our
wiues
are
such
,
As
are
your
holy
sisters
,
religious
Votaries
,
Your
spittle
nuns
,
heere
take
your
ill
got
trash
,
May
I
but
know
thou
once
more
tempst
my
wife
,
You
shall
not
need
a
ladder
,
I'le
mount
you
sir
a
Christians
I
will
,
you
oxgall
,
I
will
.
Gall.
Ha
,
this
is
gold
.
Iew
.
Do
you
heare
sir
,
hereafter
know
a
Turks
wife
from
You
are
one
of
those
hold
all
women
bound
Vnder
the
domination
of
the
Moone
;
All
wauering
,
now
you
haue
seene
one
of
the
Sunne
sir
,
Constant
you
slaue
,
and
as
she
is
,
with
vs
are
millions
more
.
Cros.
Benwash
,
brother
,
S'foote
I
haue
sought
each
nooke
of
the
house
for
you
.
Gal.
It
is
beyond
my
thoughts
,
imaginations
drown'd
int
.
Iew
.
Rare
,
doth
she
plead
chastity
?
Cros.
Like
a
baud
that
would
put
off
a
virginity
,
the
knight
is
as
good
as
ours
already
,
besides
I
haue
procured
the
Gouernor
in
person
to
regreet
him
All
that
art
can
by
ambition
,
lust
,
or
flattery
do
,
Assure
your selfe
this
braine
shall
worke
him
to
.
Iew
.
Nay
if
the
flesh
take
hold
of
him
,
hee's
past
redemption
Hee's
halfe
a
Turke
already
,
it's
as
good
as
done
Woman
is
hell
out
,
in
we
nere
returne
.
Exeunt
Gal.
Were
not
I
confident
of
my
good
parts
,
this
gold
would
buy
me
out
of
my
fiue
sences
,
a
full
purse
,
a
ladder
of
ropes
,
and
his
wife
in
the
taile
on't
able
to
ouercome
any
man
breathing
,
yet
what
should
I
feare
that
haue
so
many
good
Angels
about
me
?
sure
shee's
in
loue
with
mee
,
it
is
no
other
,
and
out
of
her
honesty
it
seemes
shee
hath
vow'd
to
doe
nothing
,
but
what
she
dares
acquaint
her
husband
with
,
if
she
haue
made
him
vsher
his
owne
crest
I'le
sweare
she
is
a
woman
of
the
Sunne
,
she
hath
dazeld
his
eyes
well
,
this
night
makes
the
tryall
,
I'le
take
your
instructions
Iew
,
climbe
the
matter
of
preferment
.
It
may
be
'twas
my
destiny
gaue
me
this
crowne
,
Woemen
and
ropes
should
raise
me
,
that
put
others
downe
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Gouernour
Ward
.
Crosman
,
Iew
.
Ward
.
I
am
orecharg'd
sir
with
so
high
a
fauor
As
your
descending
thus
to
visite
mee
.
Gou.
You
are
the
man
we
couet
,
whose
valor
Hath
spake
you
,
so
impartiall
worthy
,
We
should
do
wrong
to
merit
,
not
gracing
you
.
Beleeue
me
sir
,
you
haue
iniur'd
much
your selfe
,
Vouchsafing
familiarity
with
those
Men
of
so
common
ranke
as
Dansiker
,
Your
hopes
should
flye
a
pitch
aboue
them
,
Cros.
It
may
be
that
our
clime
stands
not
to
giue
That
full
content
,
the
aire
you
drew
at
home
,
And
therefore
purpose
shortly
a
returne
.
Ward
.
I
know
no
country
I
can
call
home
What
by
your
curtesie
I
might
,
my
desert
stands
Not
to
make
promise
of
.
Gou.
Detract
not
from
your selfe
,
call
this
your
owne
I
see
there
speakes
a
fortune
in
your
brow
Will
make
vs
proud
to
haue
acknowledg'd
you
.
Iew
.
I'le
gage
a
thousand
Duckets
on
equall
termes
,
I
liue
to
see
him
the
Sultans
Admirall
.
Cros.
Why
not
as
well
as
the
great
Customer
,
My
allied
kinsman
Gouernor
,
neither
borne
Turkes
,
Ward
.
I
dare
not
looke
so
high
,
yet
were
I
imployed
,
What
a
poore
Christian
could
,
I
durst
make
promise
of
.
Iew
.
Christian
or
Turke
you
are
more
wise
I
know
Then
with
religion
to
confine
your
hopes
.
Gou.
Hee's
too
well
read
in
Poesie
to
be
tied
In
the
slaues
fetters
of
religion
.
What
difference
in
me
as
I
am
a
Turke
,
And
was
a
Christian
?
life
,
liberty
,
Wealth
,
honour
,
they
are
common
vnto
all
?
If
any
ods
be
,
'tis
on
Mahomets
side
,
His
seruit
ors
thriue
best
I
am
sure
.
Ward
.
Is
this
the
hooke
your
golden
baite
doth
couer
?
Iew
.
I
haue
oft
with
laughter
thought
how
innocent
My
thoughts
when
first
I
turn'd
were
,
how
scrupulous
I
was
,
when
with
one
argument
I
was
confirm'd
;
as
thus
,
If
this
religion
were
so
damnable
As
others
make
it
,
that
God
which
ows
the
right
Prophan'd
by
this
would
soone
destroy
it
quite
.
War.
That's
easily
answered
,
heauen
is
merciful
,
By
their
destruction
it
should
take
all
meanes
From
giuing
possibility
to
their
change
,
And
so
vniustly
damne
'em
▪
but
for
my
part
,
It
is
not
Diuinity
but
nature
moues
me
,
Which
doth
in
beasts
force
them
to
keepe
their
kind
.
Cros.
But
men
that
haue
two
ends
,
safety
and
profit
,
Where
beasts
no
farther
are
transported
Then
with
the
present
obiect
,
must
make
their
actions
.
Turne
to
those
points
.
Gou.
Both
which
are
in
some
sort
proposed
to
you
.
Ward
.
As
how
?
Gou.
As
thus
,
for
profit
,
you
cannot
with
your selfe
Imagine
,
that
your
vertue
can
be
smothered
,
Might
there
but
be
assurance
of
your
trust
.
War.
How
should
I
giue
you
that
?
Gou
.
As
we
did
;
turne
Turk
.
Ward
.
That
were
the
way
to
more
vncertainty
,
Men
sooner
open
foes
then
fained
friends
try
And
where
mens
acts
from
their
owne
ends
proceed
,
More
looke
vnto
those
ends
then
like
the
deed
,
Iew
.
This
gudgion
will
not
bite
.
Gou.
But
when
there
are
examples
plentifull
,
To
instance
gainst
your
words
,
you
need
not
feare
,
Men
what
they
see
oppose
gainst
what
they
heare
.
VVar.
The
cunning
fowler
to
beguile
the
birds
Brings
vp
some
tame
,
and
lets
them
flye
abroad
To
draw
in
others
,
that
their
liberty
May
be
the
bait
to
others
misery
.
Such
is
state-policies
,
somtimes
to
aduance
an
ill
,
When
others
for
lesse
crimes
it
oft
doth
kill
.
But
to
cut
off
your
further
argument
What's
mine
of
prowesse
,
or
art
,
shall
rest
by
you
To
be
dispos'd
of
:
but
to
abiure
My
name
,
and
the
beliefe
my
ancesters
Left
to
my
being
.
I
do
not
loue
so
well
The
earth
that
bore
me
,
to
lessen
my
contempt
And
hatred
to
her
,
by
so
much
advantage
,
So
oblique
act
as
this
should
giue
to
her
.
Cros.
Worke
in
my
sister
presently
.
Gov.
You
are
your selfe
free
,
nor
will
I
further
Diswade
your
resolution
,
nor
lesse
esteeme
Your
merit
,
and
faire
worth
.
VVard
.
You
ingage
me
to
you
sir
.
Cros.
He
enioyes
too
much
by
promise
to
be
won
,
T'must
be
a
womans
act
,
to
whom
ther's
nought
That
is
impossible
:
What
Divels
dare
not
moue
.
Men
to
accomplish
,
women
worke
them
to
.
And
see
,
in
happy
time
she's
come
,
wee'l
single
them
.
Ward
.
Here
comes
an
argumēt
that
would
perswade
A
God
turne
mortall
,
vntill
I
saw
her
face
,
I
never
knew
what
men
terme
beauty
was
:
Besides
whose
faire
,
she
hath
a
minde
so
chaste
A
man
may
sooner
melt
the
Alpes
then
her
.
Gov.
We
wil
along
with
you
,
when
makes
she
hence
?
Iew
.
The
wind
sits
faire
,
the
slaues
are
sending
downe
Whom
the
next
morne
beares
hence
.
Gov.
We
will
aboard
with
you
faire
sir
,
wee'l
leaue
Our
loue
exchang'd
with
you
,
some
happier
time
May
perfect
that
good
work
I
wish
were
mine
.
Exeunt
.
Ward
.
My
truest
seruices
:
nay
Lady
stay
Though
hitherto
I
haue
beene
a
haplesse
Orator
,
Your
milder
measure
,
or
my
loue-taught
tongue
,
May
finde
more
fortunate
houres
:
for
by
that
guide
,
Which
rules
and
knowes
our
thoughts
—
Voad.
Reserue
your
oathes
sir
to
more
easie
eares
,
I
vnderstand
my selfe
too
well
to
credit
'em
.
VVard
.
Vn-gentle
maid
to
triumph
in
my
torment
,
If
euer
breast
did
feele
the
power
of
loue
,
Or
beauty
made
a
conquest
of
poore
man
I
am
thy
captiue
,
by
heauen
,
by
my
religion
.
Vo.
As
my
beleefe's
in
that
,
my
faith
giues
trust
To
your
protests
.
VVar.
Then
by
thy
God
,
by
the
great
Mahomet
.
Vo.
To
weake
a
bond
to
tye
a
Christian
in
.
VVard
.
What
shal
I
sweare
by
?
propose
an
oath
to
me
The
breach
whereof
would
at
once
sinke
me
lower
Then
hell
knowes
being
,
Il'e
take
it
willingly
.
Vo.
Il'e
be
conceal'd
no
longer
,
know
then
I
loue
,
But
not
the
man
whose
daily
Orisons
Invoke
confusion
on
me
,
whose
religion
Speakes
me
an
Infidell
.
VVard
.
'Sheart
I
am
of
none
,
onely
to
feed
discourse
,
And
fill
vp
argument
.
Vo.
But
you
must
be
of
one
if
you'l
enioy
me
,
If
then
your
thoughts
answere
to
what
you
speake
Turne
Turke
I
am
yours
.
Ward
.
Turne
Turke
?
Vo.
Do
you
demur
already
?
how
prodigal
your
words
Spoke
your
affection
,
and
with
one
simple
triall
Are
you
strooke
mute
.
Ward
.
With
patience
heare
me
Lady
.
Vo.
False
knight
,
I
haue
giuen
too
calm
an
eare
already
To
thy
inchanted
notes
.
VVard
.
Should
I
for
euer
sell
my
liberty
?
Vo.
You
need
not
,
it
is
sufficient
glory
You
haue
betraid
a
maidens
liberty
.
But
Il'e
do
penance
for
my
so
blacke
a
sin
,
Doting
on
thee
,
I'le
henceforth
hate
thy
whole
sex
;
The
name
of
man
to
me
,
shall
as
the
rocke
From
which
the
ship-wrackt
wretch
hath
lately
scap't
Bring
feare
in
the
name
of't
:
keepe
off
false
Syren
.
Heauen
well
ordain'd
man
should
the
woman
woe
,
Should
we
their
hard-hearts
proue
,
we
all
ill
should
know
.
VVard
.
Stay
,
I
will
inforce
thee
else
.
Voad.
Do
these
my
teares
delight
thee
then
?
cruell
Hard-hearted
man
,
glut
thy
relentlesse
sight
With
full-ey'd
sorrow
.
VVard
.
Shee
is
all
amorous
,
all
faire
,
that
she
doth
loue
,
Behold
those
teares
whose
droppes
would
pierce
the
hearts
Of
Tygers
,
make
them
pittifull
,
They
are
witnesses
she
faines
not
:
leaue
,
leaue
to
weepe
,
Least
putting
out
those
lights
the
world
should
mourne
.
Put
on
a
vaile
of
blacke
,
I
am
thine
owne
.
If
there
be
any
Divinity
,
it
hath
His
seate
in
beauty
:
th'art
a
God
to
me
My
Country
,
friends
,
nay
being
,
what
wouldst
thou
haue
.
Voad.
To
be
no
other
then
my selfe
I
craue
.
Ward
.
I
am
no
more
mine
owne
,
rather
then
loose
So
true
a
happinesse
,
as
thy
constant
loue
,
There
is
no
way
so
blacke
I
would
not
proue
,
That
lyes
from
heauen
to
hell
.
Crosman
in
vaine
Thy
arguments
were
spent
wouldst
thou
prevaile
?
Heere
is
an
Orator
can
turne
me
easily
,
Where
beauty
pleades
,
there
needs
no
sophistry
.
Thou
hast
ore-come
me
Voada
.
Voad.
And
I
will
raise
thee
but
thou
doest
name
a
good
,
I
cannot
call
mine
till
I
am
possest
of
't
.
Ward
.
Call
in
thy
friends
,
make
preparation
,
Il'e
take
the
orders
instantly
,
My
speed
shall
giue
prevention
to
the
prate
Of
th'idle
multitude
:
away
,
the
flame
doth
burne
Which
sets
the
world
on
fire
,
and
makes
me
turne
.
Voad.
Thou
art
all
harmony
,
best
loue
I
flye
,
I
haue
my
ends
,
How
er'e
thou
sinke
,
thy
wealth
shall
beare
me
high
.
Exit
.
Ward
.
So
,
the
day
leaues
the
world
,
chaste
Voada
Nothing
can
make
him
miserable
enioyes
thee
:
What
is
't
I
loose
by
this
my
change
?
my
Country
,
Already
'tis
to
me
impossible
,
My
name
is
scandal'd
?
what
is
one
Island
Compared
to
the
Easterne
Monarchy
?
this
large
Vnbounded
station
shall
speake
my
future
fame
;
Besides
,
they
are
slaues
stand
subiect
vnto
shame
.
One
good
I
enioy
,
out-weighes
all
ils
what ever
Can
be
obiected
;
to
summe
my
happinesse
:
That
God
on
earth
,
to
whom
all
men
stand
bare
,
(
Gold
)
that
doth
vsher
greatnesse
,
lackies
me
,
I
haue
more
then
I
can
spend
,
what
wants
Is
in
command
,
and
that
my
valour
makes
Due
purchase
of
,
Il'e
rather
lead
on
slaues
Then
be
commanded
by
the
power
of
Kings
.
Beauty
,
Command
,
and
Riches
,
they
are
these
three
The
world
pursues
,
and
these
do
follow
me
.
Enter
Francisco
.
Speake
,
what
newes
Francisco
?
Fran.
The
tōgues
of
rauens
are
too
mild
to
speake
it
,
The
very
thought
where
of
methinkes
should
turne
Your
haire
to
quils
of
Porcupines
,
it's
the
denyall
Of
your
Redeemer
,
Religion
,
Country
,
Of
him
that
gaue
you
being
.
Ward
.
The
slauery
of
man
,
how
this
religion
rides
vs
!
Depriues
vs
of
our
freedome
from
our
Cradles
,
Ties
vs
in
supersticious
bondage
.
Fra.
Heaven
stop
mine
eares
from
hearing
thy
dishonour
.
Vpon
my
knees
I
do
coniure
you
sir
,
Sell
not
your
soule
for
such
a
vanity
,
As
that
which
you
tearme
Beauty
,
eye-pleasing
Idol
,
Should
you
with
the
renouncing
of
your
God
Taking
the
abhorred
name
of
Turke
vpon
you
,
Purchase
a
little
shamefull
being
heere
,
your
case
Might
be
compar'd
to
his
,
who
adiudg'd
to
death
By
his
heads
losse
,
should
craue
(
stead
of
one
stroke
)
To
dye
a
lingring
torment
on
the
racke
.
Euen
such
would
be
your
life
,
whose
guilt
each
houre
Would
strike
your
conscious
soule
with
terrors
.
Ward
.
No
more
,
this
boyes
words
trouble
me
.
Fran.
If
none
of
these
moue
,
let
the
example
Of
that
contempt
is
throwne
on
runnagates
Euen
by
these
Turkes
themselues
,
at
least
moue
you
To
flye
this
slavery
.
Enter
Crosman
.
Cros.
Most
worthy
sir
,
now
I
dare
call
you
brother
,
Fran.
Too
faire
a
name
to
cloake
so
great
a
foe
,
This
instant
makes
a
tryall
of
your
vertue
,
Thinke
on
Vlysses
constancy
.
Cros.
Why
are
you
mute
sir
?
Ward
.
I
am
not
well
.
Fran.
Alas
!
how
can
he
,
being
so
neere
to
hell
?
Cros.
Are
you
so
weake
to
haue
a
boyes
words
sway
you
?
Fran.
You
haue
not
mine
,
thinke
'tis
heavens
hand
doth
stay
you
Cros.
Haue
you
no
other
but
my
sister
sir
,
To
make
a
stale
off
,
did
you
not
vow
?
VVard
.
What er'e
,
I
do
recant
it
,
I
am
now
My selfe
,
her
lookes
inchanted
me
.
Fran.
Against
a
mans
owne
soule
,
no
oath
can
tye
.
Cros.
This
thy
disgrace
reveng'd
shall
speake
in
bloud
.
Enter
Voada
.
Voad.
Where
is
my
betrothed
husband
?
Al's
ready
.
Cros.
To
publish
infamy
to
thee
and
vs
?
The
wether-cocke
is
turn'd
,
this
boyes
breath
did
it
▪
Voad.
Againe
turn'd
?
Fran.
You
cast
your
eyes
too
much
vpon
the
flame
Proues
your
destruction
.
Voad.
Vn-gentle
boy
,
doest
thou
requite
me
thus
?
How
canst
thou
blushlesse
view
me
,
haue
my
teares
Procur'd
me
nought
but
scorne
?
VVard
.
Forgiuenesse
Voada
:
turne
backe
thy
comet-eyes
,
Plagues
,
Divels
,
poverty
,
may
all
ils
fall
Man
ea'r
was
subiect
to
,
I
will
enioy
thee
.
Force
hence
,
I
say
,
this
boy
.
Fran.
As
I
from
hence
,
so
thou
art
thrust
from
ioy
,
eternall
ioyes
.
Exit
.
Cros.
The
Muffties
heere
:
you
know
the
custome
sir
,
Some
triviall
ceremonies
,
they'l
be
soone
ore
,
They
once
perform'd
you'r
ner'e
vnhappy
more
.
Besides
,
the
Captaine-ship
of
our
strong
Castle
Shall
be
my
sisters
portion
,
heer's
the
key
.
War.
Do
not
delay
them
then
.
Enter
the
Slaues
bound
,
going
to
the
Port.
Cros.
They
are
come
sir
.
Ward
.
What
meane
these
slaues
,
their
sights
like
Basiliskes
Foretels
my
ruine
:
'sheart
make
this
way
.
Fer.
Nay
,
do
not
shun
our
sight
,
heare
vs
but
now
,
Wee'l
forgiue
all
our
wrongs
,
with
patience
row
At
the
vnweldy
oare
:
we
will
forget
That
we
were
sold
by
you
,
and
thinke
we
set
Our
bodies
gainst
your
soule
,
the
deerest
purchase
Of
your
Redeemer
,
that
we
regain'd
you
so
,
Leaue
but
this
path
damnation
guides
you
to
.
2.
Son.
Our
bloud
,
our
Fathers
bloud
,
all
is
forgiuen
,
The
bond
of
all
thy
sinnes
is
cancelled
,
Keep
but
thy
sealfe
from
this
.
Alb.
Let
vs
redeeme
our
countries
shame
by
thee
,
We
willing
will
endure
our
slavery
.
Ward
.
The
words
do
rip
my
heart
vp
:
ha
?
Vo.
Why
stand
you
in
this
dilemma
:
are
you
depriu'd
Of
sence
and
being
?
War.
Thou
telst
me
true
:
with
what
brain
can
I
think
Heauen
would
be
glad
of
such
a
friend
as
I
am
.
A
Pirate
,
murderer
?
let
those
can
hope
a
pardon
care
To
atone
with
heaven
,
I
cannot
,
I
dispaire
.
Fran.
Will
you
yet
heare
me
?
yet
heauen
hath
mercy
.
Ward
And
hell
damnation
:
on
,
zounds
on
I
say
,
The
way
that
leads
to
loue
is
no
blacke
way
.
Exe.
Showt
.
Fer.
But
thou
wilt
find
it
black
:
no
hell
I
see's
so
low
Which
lust
and
woman
cannot
lead
vs
to
.
Exeunt
.
Might
be
compar'd
to
his
,
who
adiudg'd
to
death
By
his
heads
losse
,
should
craue
(
stead
of
one
stroke
)
To
dye
a
lingring
torment
on
the
racke
.
Euen
such
would
be
your
life
,
whose
guilt
each
houre
Would
strike
your
conscious
soule
with
terrors
.
Ward
No
more
,
this
boyes
words
trouble
me
.
Fran.
If
none
of
these
moue
,
let
the
example
Of
that
contempt
is
throwne
on
runnagates
Euen
by
these
Turkes
themselues
,
at
least
moue
you
To
flye
this
slavery
.
Enter
Crosman
.
Cros.
Most
worthy
sir
,
now
I
dare
call
you
brother
,
Fran.
Too
faire
a
name
to
cloake
so
great
a
foe
,
This
instant
makes
a
tryall
of
your
vertue
,
Thinke
on
Vlysses
constancy
.
Cros.
Why
are
you
mute
sir
?
Ward
.
I
am
not
well
.
Fran.
Alas
!
how
can
he
,
being
so
neere
to
hell
?
Cros.
Are
you
so
weake
to
haue
a
boyes
words
sway
you
?
Fran.
You
haue
not
mine
,
thinke
'tis
heavens
hand
doth
stay
you
Cros.
Haue
you
no
other
but
my
sister
sir
,
To
make
a
stale
off
,
did
you
not
vow
?
VVard
.
What er'e
,
I
do
recant
it
,
I
am
now
My selfe
,
her
lookes
in
chanted
me
.
Fran.
Against
a
mans
owne
soule
,
no
oath
can
tye
.
Cros.
This
thy
disgrace
reveng'd
shall
speake
in
bloud
.
Enter
Voada
.
Voad.
Where
is
my
betrothed
husband
?
Al's
ready
.
Cros.
To
publish
infamy
to
thee
and
vs
?
The
wether-cocke
is
turn'd
,
this
boyes
breath
did
it
.
Voad.
Againe
turn'd
?
Fran.
You
cast
your
eyes
too
much
vpon
the
flame
Proues
your
destruction
.
Voad.
Vn-gentle
boy
,
doest
thou
requite
me
thus
?
How
canst
thou
blushlesse
view
me
,
haue
my
teares
Procur'd
me
nought
but
scorne
?
VVard
.
Forgiuenesse
Voada
:
turne
backe
thy
comet-eyes
,
Plagues
,
Divels
,
poverty
,
may
all
ils
fall
Man
ea'r
was
subiect
to
,
I
will
enioy
thee
.
Force
hence
,
I
say
,
this
boy
.
Fran.
As
I
from
hence
,
so
thou
art
thrust
from
ioy
,
eternall
ioyes
.
Exit
.
Cros.
The
Muffties
heere
:
you
know
the
custome
sir
,
Some
triviall
ceremonies
,
they'l
be
soone
ore
,
They
once
perform'd
you'r
ner'e
vnhappy
more
.
Besides
,
the
Captaine-ship
of
our
strong
Castle
Shall
be
my
sisters
portion
,
heer's
the
key
.
War.
Do
not
delay
them
then
.
Enter
the
Slaues
bound
,
going
to
the
Port.
Cros.
They
are
come
sir
.
Ward
.
What
meane
these
slaues
,
their
sights
like
Basiliskes
Foretels
my
ruine
:
'sheart
make
this
way
.
Fer.
Nay
,
do
not
shun
our
sight
,
heare
vs
but
now
,
Wee'l
forgiue
all
our
wrongs
,
with
patience
row
At
the
vnweldy
oare
:
we
will
forget
That
we
were
sold
by
you
,
and
thinke
we
set
Our
bodies
gainst
your
soule
,
the
deerest
purchase
Of
your
Redeemer
,
that
we
regain'd
you
so
,
Leaue
but
this
path
damnation
guides
you
to
.
2.
Son.
Our
bloud
,
our
Fathers
bloud
,
all
is
forgiuen
,
The
bond
of
all
thy
sinnes
is
cancelled
,
Keep
but
thy
sealfe
from
this
.
Alb.
Let
vs
redeeme
our
countries
shame
by
thee
,
We
willing
will
endure
our
slavery
.
Ward
.
The
words
do
rip
my
heart
vp
:
ha
?
Vo.
Why
stand
you
in
this
dilemma
:
are
you
depriu'd
Of
sence
and
being
?
War.
Thou
telst
me
true
:
with
what
brain
can
I
think
Heauen
would
be
glad
of
such
a
friend
as
I
am
.
A
Pirate
,
murderer
?
let
those
can
hope
a
pardon
care
To
atone
with
heaven
,
I
cannot
,
I
dispaire
.
Fran.
Will
you
yet
heare
me
?
yet
heauen
hath
mercy
.
Ward
.
And
hell
damnation
:
on
,
zounds
on
I
say
,
The
way
that
leads
to
loue
is
no
black
way
.
Exe.
Showt
.
Fer.
But
thou
wilt
find
it
black
:
no
hell
I
see's
so
low
Which
lust
and
woman
cannot
lead
vs
to
.
Exeunt
.
The
dumbe
shew
,
with
Chorus
of
Ward
turning
Turke
.
Chorus
.
Here
could
I
wish
our
period
,
or
that
our
Pen
Might
speake
the
fictions
,
not
the
acts
of
Men
.
The
deeds
we
haue
presented
hitherto
,
are
white
Compar'd
vnto
those
blacke
ones
we
must
write
:
For
now
no
more
at
men
,
but
Gyant-like
The
face
of
heauen
it selfe
,
he
dares
to
strike
:
And
with
a
blushlesse
front
he
dares
to
doe
,
What
we
are
dumbe
to
thinke
,
much
more
to
shew
:
Yet
what
may
fall
beyond
uncertaine
guesse
Your
better
savours
binde
us
to
expresse
.
Enter
two
bearing
halfe-moones
,
one
with
a
Mahomets
head
following
.
After
them
the
Muffty
,
or
chiefe
Priest
:
two
meaner
Priests
bearing
his
traine
.
The
Muffty
seated
,
a
confused
noyse
of
musicke
,
with
a
showt
.
Enter
two
Turkes
,
one
bearing
a
Turban
with
a
halfe-moone
in
it
,
the
other
a
robe
,
a
sword
:
a
third
with
a
Globe
in
one
hand
,
an
Arrow
in
the
other
:
two
Knights
follow
.
After
them
Ward
on
an
Asse
,
in
his
Christian
habite
,
bare-headed
.
The
two
Knights
,
with
low
reuerence
,
ascend
,
whisper
the
Muffty
in
the
eare
,
draw
their
swords
,
and
pull
him
off
the
Asse
.
He
layd
on
his
belly
,
the
Tables
(
by
two
inferiour
Priests
)
offered
him
,
he
lifts
his
hand
vp
,
subscribes
,
is
brought
to
his
seate
by
the
Muffty
,
who
puts
on
his
Turban
and
Roab
,
girds
his
sword
:
then
sweares
him
on
the
Mahomets
head
,
vngirts
his
sword
,
offers
him
a
cuppe
of
wine
by
the
hands
of
a
Christian
:
Hee
spurnes
at
him
,
and
throwes
away
the
Cappe
,
is
mounted
on
the
Asse
,
who
is
richly
clad
,
and
with
a
showt
Exeunt
.
Chorus
.
The
accursed
Priests
of
Mahomet
being
set
;
Two
Knights
present
the
wretch
,
who
finds
no
let
To
his
perdition
:
to
whom
nor
shame
,
nor
feare
Giue
any
curse
.
Dismounted
from
that
steed
Did
best
befit
the
rider
:
they
then
read
The
Lawes
of
their
dam'd
Prophet
:
he
subscribes
,
inroles
his
name
into
their
Pagan
Tribes
.
Now
weares
the
habit
of
a
free-borne
Turke
,
His
sword
excepted
,
which
least
they
should
worke
Iust
villany
to
their
seducers
,
is
deny'd
Vnto
all
Runnagates
,
vnlesse
imployd
In
warres
'gainst
Christians
.
Last
,
oh
be
he
last
For
sweares
his
name
!
with
what
,
we
blush
to
tell
,
But
'tis
no
wonder
,
blackes
the
way
to
hell
,
Who
though
he
seeme
yet
happy
,
his
successe
Shewes
he
exchang'd
with
it
,
and
wretchednesse
.
Giue
patience
to
our
Scoene
,
which
hereto
tends
,
To
shew
the
world
,
blacke
deeds
will
haue
blacke
ends
.
Exit
.
Enter
Dansiker
,
Sares
,
three
Sailers
.
Dans.
Ward
turn'd
Turke
?
it
is
not
possible
.
Sar.
I
saw
him
Turke
to
the
Circumcision
.
Mary
therein
I
heard
he
play'd
the
Iew
with
'em
,
Made
'em
come
to
the
cutting
off
an
Apes
taile
.
Dans.
I
see
the
hand
of
heaven
prevented
mine
,
Death
was
too
faire
a
guerdon
for
him
.
But
to
the
present
,
Deseruing
sir
,
I
now
am
to
coniure
you
By
all
the
offices
of
friendship
past
,
By
what
my
future
loue
,
and
meanes
may
stead
you
,
To
vow
performance
of
one
small
request
.
Sar.
What ere
it
be
Il'e
be
as
iust
to
you
As
heaven
to
truth
:
by
all
that
VVard
denyed
,
I
vow
me
yours
.
Dan.
I
accept
your
faith
:
know
then
that
I
am
bound
Vnto
a
desperate
attempt
,
how
it
may
succeed
,
Heauen
and
Fate
onely
know
.
The
circumstance
I
do
inioyne
you
further
not
to
enquire
.
What
on
your
trust's
imposed
is
the
redeeming
Those
two
betraid
young
men
,
whom
Ward
did
sell
,
When
to
his
barbarous
cruelty
they
opposed
,
And
lost
themselues
,
&
state
:
their
ransom's
heere
,
giues
him
a
paper
.
As
you
proue
iust
,
from
all
mishaps
rest
cleere
,
Sar.
And
if
I
faile
to
accomplish
your
desires
,
All
my
sins
haunt
mee
,
when
my
breath
expires
.
Exit
Sar.
Dans.
I
am
most
confident
,
best
sir
adew
,
If
Dansiker
do
liue
,
he
liues
to
you
.
Enter
Leifetenant
.
Hast
laid
the
traine
to
my
directions
?
Lief.
It
is
done
to
the
vndoing
of
'em
all
,
Time
cals
aboard
which
spends
not
halfe
an
houre
Before
our
traine
do
take
it
rests
to
be
determin'd
What
ships
we
fire
,
which
beare
along
with
vs
.
Dans.
Danvils
makes
with
vs
,
all
the
rest
giue
fire
to
,
Sares
ship
except
,
to
him
we
are
ingaged
,
Nor
will
we
proue
vngratefull
,
are
all
things
ready
,
Lief.
To
your
owne
wishes
.
Dans.
Aboard
then
instantly
,
Tunis
fare-well
,
Dansiker
bids
all
pyrats
now
adue
.
Hee'l
shew
you
,
what
you
might
do
,
were
you
true
Exeunt
.
Enter
Agar
aboue
in
the
window
Ag.
How
dull
a
pace
keepes
time
to
louers
eyes
,
And
yet
to
me
how
swift
the
nights
blacke
horse
,
Makes
way
to
raise
the
morne
,
whose
least
of
light
Takes
all
my
hopes
from
me
and
damps
me
quite
,
clock
strik
Eleuen
and
yet
not
come
,
he
was
not
capable
Of
my
quaint
stratageme
,
or
being
possest
Of
what
he
wanted
,
gold
,
contemns
my
loue
,
It
is
no
other
Agar
,
hee
loathes
thee
,
Mans
curse
is
,
things
forbid
,
still
to
pursue
What's
freely
offered
not
to
hold
worth
their
veiw
,
Ent.
Gal.
ha
?
vnlesse
my
credulous
eares
deceiue
me
,
Theare
one
make
towards
my
windowe
,
Gall.
The
coast
is
cleere
,
Baude
night
I
do
salute
thee
Thou
that
dost
winke
at
all
faults
,
that
hugst
so
many
sinnes
in
thy
blacke
bosome
,
the
Sunne
growe's
pale
to
veiw
them
,
to
thee
damnations
nurse
I
make
my
prayer
,
coniure
thee
by
all
my
lustful
imbraces
thou
hast
bene
witnesse
to
,
by
all
the
cuckolds
thou
hast
made
'twixt
morne
and
twilight
to
adde
one
to
the
number
,
but
one
thou
blacke
ei'd
negro
,
neuer
did
woman
make
such
shift
to
dub
her
husband
,
though
many
thou
dost
know
haue
made
most
bare
ones
,
oh
let
this
instrument
that
hath
so
many
freed
from
the
hell
of
Vsurers
,
and
from
the
iaws
of
their
feare
,
bandogs
,
hath
paid
so
manies
debts
releeue
my
wants
,
I'le
neuer
blame
thee
,
fortune
henceforth
if
I
lacke
,
put
thy selfe
but
this
once
on
my
my
backe
,
no
false
light
in
the
window
,
no
baudy
land-marke
,
no
handkerchiefe
to
waft
me
,
I'le
venture
it
,
Agar
,
my
louely
Agar
.
Ag.
It's
hee
who
in
this
dead
of
night
cals
on
my
name
.
Gall.
Thy
friend
,
thy
vnderstanding
friend
,
with
the
ladder
of
ropes
,
heere
make
them
sure
aboue
,
leaue
mee
to
the
lower
parts
.
Ag.
I
hope
you
meane
no
wrong
sir
to
me
.
Gall.
I'le
do
thee
as
much
right
as
can
be
done
to
one
of
thy
sex
,
hast
made
it
fast
?
Ag.
You
may
aduenture
sir
.
Gall.
He
that
will
not
aduenture
for
such
a
peece
of
flesh
,
were
worthy
to
feed
vpon
dumplins
all
daies
on's
life
,
nay
I
will
venture
,
thou
warden
of
the
horned
liuery
,
omnipotent
Vulcan
,
now
set
my
shafts
but
right
,
He
goes
vp
the
rope
.
I'le
make
one
freeman
more
ere
it
be
light
.
Enter
two
Sailers
.
1.
Sail.
There's
no
remedy
,
that
which
makes
waighting-women
puncks
,
and
Captaines
panders
,
that
causeth
decaied
Gentlemen
become
solicitors
,
and
bankeroupt
Citizens
Serieants
,
that
makes
vs
theeues
,
necessity
,
that
which
hath
no
lawe
on's
side
.
2.
Sail.
We
shal
haue
as
little
conscience
anon
in
robbery
.
1.
Sail.
I
,
should
we
rob
hospitals
,
our
betters
haue
made
that
a
monoply
,
but
to
steale
from
a
rich
Iew
it
is
no
more
sin
then
to
vnload
a
weary
Asse
.
2.
Sail.
By
hooke
or
crooke
you
will
haue
it
.
1.
Sail.
We
were
bred
in
a
country
that
had
the
charity
to
whip
begging
out
of
vs
,
when
we
were
yong
,
and
for
staruing
,
manhood
denies
it
,
you
know
what
must
necessarily
follow
.
2.
Sail.
Nay
make
your
conclusion
.
1.
Sail.
Presse
her
in
a
dumbe
shew
,
heere abouts
should
be
the
house
,
great
windowes
and
a
little
wicket
,
noble
man-like
,
what's
heere
a
ladder
of
ropes
,
S'foot
we
are
preuented
,
S.
Nicolas
Clearkes
are
stept
vp
before
vs
.
2.
Sail.
Were
they
ten
iustices
Clearkes
wee
would
share
with
'em
.
1
Sail.
There
Maisters
would
preuent
vs
for
that
,
yet
since
our
case
is
desperate
,
we
will
put
in
with
'em
.
2.
Sail.
Softly
for
waking
the
maids
.
1.
Sail.
S'hart
,
thou
art
the
sonne
of
a
lapland-witch
sure
,
this
is
the
maids
chamber
,
one
of
them
is
in
a
dreame
,
she
fetcheth
her
wind
short
I
am
sure
2
Sail.
How
long
thou
art
poking
at
it
,
what
is't
man
?
1.
Sail.
Some
light
commodity
or
other
.
2.
Sail.
A
womans
lower
part
,
it
is
altogether
in
fashion
for
them
to
be
light
about
the
bumb
indeed
.
1.
Sail.
I
haue
the
male
part
too't
,
the
dublet
,
your
women
will
haue
it
euer
in
request
to
haue
the
mans
part
vppermost
.
2.
Sail.
S'hart
,
a
French
slop
,
these
are
none
of
the
Iewes
trouses
,
and
they
should
be
no
gallants
,
for
hee
hath
mony
in
his
purse
.
1.
Sail.
I
marry
fir
,
this
fellow
had
good
ware
about
him
indeed
,
vpon
my
life
we
are
little
better
then
bauds
,
get
mony
by
others
Venery
,
this
Iew
is
a
Enter
Iews
man
.
Rab.
Fire
,
fire
,
fire
.
2.
Sail.
Water
,
water
,
water
Exeunt
.
Rab.
Fire
,
fire
,
fire
,
the
slaues
lie
on
straw-beds
,
and
yet
this
cry
will
take
no
hold
on
'em
,
fire
,
fire
,
fire
.
Gall.
Flames
and
brimstone
,
I
am
in
hell
,
Zounds
my
breeches
,
the
ladder
,
this
Iew
hath
found
vs
out
and
fir'd
the
house
.
Ag.
Deere
sir
conteine
your selfe
.
Gall.
A
plague
on
venery
,
a
hot
end
comes
on't
still
,
is
the
window
high
enough
that
I
may
breake
my
necke
,
dye
any
death
rather
then
be
roasted
?
Ag.
Here's
a
vault
leads
to
the
common
shower
,
it
being
low-water
the
sheetes
shall
let
you
downe
to
your
escape
.
Gall.
Those
sheets
haue
brought
me
low
enough
already
.
Within
Fire
,
fire
,
fire
.
Gall.
Flames
stop
thy
throate
.
Ag.
Deere
sir
aduenture
it
and
saue
your
life
.
Gall.
Were
it
to
hell
I
must
,
A
plague
on
whoores
say
,
whose
vast
desires
Beginnes
in
watry
teares
and
end
in
fires
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Rabshake
at
one
dore
,
and
Iew
at
another
.
Rab.
Fire
,
fire
.
Iew
.
An
Ocean
ouerwhelme
thee
,
where
is
the
fire
slaue
?
Rab.
At
the
Iewes
house
,
Benwash
his
house
,
your
house
sir
:
Exit
Rabshake
.
Iew
.
My
bags
,
my
obligations
,
my
wife
Agar
I
say
,
I
shall
runne
mad
,
I
will
scale
the
windowes
,
burne
for
company
,
my
money
and
my selfe
will
go
together
,
what's
heere
a
ladder
of
ropes
,
Gallops
breeches
,
burne
on
,
burne
on
,
sindge
all
the
world
,
consume
it
with
thy
flames
,
thou
best
of
elements
,
burne
on
I
say
.
Enter
Ward
,
Sailer
.
Ward
.
As
you
are
men
on
this
side
help
to
saue
our
goods
.
Iew
.
As
you
are
ministers
of
Lucifer
let
it
burne
on
,
it's
myne
owne
house
,
come
but
on
my
ground
I'le
haue
my
action
for't
.
Ward
.
He
is
distracted
,
helpe
as
you
are
men
.
Iew
.
Dogs
,
villains
,
theeues
,
downe
with
him
that
laies
a
hand
a
to't
,
be
iust
you
powers
of
heauen
,
and
throw
thy
wild
fire
downe
vpon
the
heads
of
these
adulterers
,
roome
,
roome
,
roome
,
I
haue
it
,
I
haue
it
,
roome
,
roome
,
roome
.
Ward
.
The
Iew
is
mad
indeed
,
his
losse
distracts
him
,
speak
gentle
friend
,
doth
the
fire
slacke
.
Rub.
The
house
is
saued
,
but
all
the
ships
in
the
harbour
Vnquenchable
do
burne
.
Ward
.
The
ships
in
the
harbour
.
Rub.
Yours
onely
excepted
.
Frans.
My
thoughts
now
haue
their
ends
,
Voad.
Do
not
thou
grieue
boy
,
know
I
loue
thee
Thy
maintenance
shall
expresse
it
,
I
haue
friends
And
iewels
left
for
thee
,
but
I
hate
thee
more
Then
all
thy
wealth
made
me
loue
thee
before
Exit
.
Ward
.
False
woman
,
thou
shalt
not
shake
me
off
thus
Were
all
the
impudence
of
thy
whole
sexe
,
All
there
blushlesse
impieties
confin'd
in
thee
I'le
moue
thy
flinty
heart
to
sence
and
shame
,
I
will
thou
sorceres
:
now
I
do
see
to
late
There
is
a
hand
ore-rules
our
will
and
fate
.
Exit
.
Fran.
This
shews
the
greatest
plague
heauen
keeps
●in
store
Fals
,
when
a
man
is
linkt
vnto
a
whore
.
Exit
.
Enter
Benwash
,
Rab.
Agar
.
Iew
.
I
haue
it
,
I
haue
it
,
heere
,
heer
,
nay
come
on
,
you
haue
come
off
I
am
sure
,
here's
euidence
looks
pale
to
thinke
but
on't
,
you
do
not
know
the
tennant
to
this
cottage
,
hee
was
an
vpright
dealer
,
hee
paid
mee
to
a
haire
,
come
forward
and
bee
hang'd
,
I
shall
aduance
you
in
a
ropes
name
,
you
haue
made
no
cuckold
of
me
.
I
made
my selfe
one
,
pandred
my
owne
hornes
,
now
sirrah
,
you
that
go
to't
by
art
,
put
your
cases
one
in
the
necke
of
another
,
your
rem
in
re
what
thinke
you
of
this
case
.
Rab.
I
thinke
the
serpent
crept
into
a
narrow
hole
,
and
left
his
case
behind
him
.
Iew
.
Then
I
am
a
Cornuto
.
Rab.
This
make's
the
naked
truth
appeare
so
.
Iew
.
The
best
is
,
the
crest
is
mine
owne
,
I
paid
well
for't
.
Ag.
Deere
husband
pardon
me
,
I
will
confesse
,
Iew
.
What
wilt
thou
confesse
?
that
thou
hast
made
a
meere
Asse
of
me
,
to
pay
thy
iourney-man
wages
before
hand
.
Rab.
It
should
seeme
he
labour'd
hard
to
earne
it
,
he
could
keepe
no
cloathes
about
him
.
Iew
.
This
slaue
doth
not
thinke
I'le
cut
his
throate
for
this
,
you
haue
watcht
neerely
sirrah
,
you
haue
.
Rab.
Vnlesse
I
should
haue
bene
their
baud
,
I
could
watch
no
neerer
,
me thinkes
she
hath
done
you
a
great
pleasure
,
rid
you
of
your
disease
,
iealousy
,
now
you
need
feare
no
more
,
you
are
in
possession
on't
,
your
doubts
are
at
an
end
.
Iew
.
Good
,
very
good
,
my
doubts
are
at
end
,
but
I
shall
hang
you
in
suspence
for
this
:
you
Manticora
that
plumpe
vpon
raw
flesh
,
here
set
your
hand
to
this
letter
,
that
I
may
draw
your
Captaine
on
againe
vpon
the
breach
,
I'le
blow
you
vp
else
,
why
moue
you
not
,
I
am
sure
you
laid
your
hand
to
the
businesse
when
time
was
.
Ag.
Pardon
me
sir
,
I
know
my
life
is
forfeit
To
your
iust
anger
,
nor
will
I
be
the
meanes
To
shed
more
bloud
,
myne
shall
suffice
alone
,
Since
onely
one
is
wrong'd
punish
but
one
.
Iew
.
She
loues
him
still
,
I
am
a
cuckold
He
has
out-gon
me
,
do
you
heare
;
subscribe
Moue
me
no
further
.
Ag.
The
worst
can
be
but
death
,
I
will
not
.
Iew
.
I
tel
thee
I'le
for
giue
thee
,
giue
my
reuendge
Scope
but
at
him
,
thou
art
free
.
Ag.
Sweare
it
by
Abrahams
dust
,
the
ashes
of
our
fore-fathers
.
Rab.
Dust
and
ashes
it's
but
a
fraile
oath
.
Iew
.
By
that
,
and
all
that
ties
a
vertuous
mind
,
I
vow
and
sweare
by
written
writ
.
Rab.
You'le
sweare
as
much
to
forgiue
me
I
hope
to
sir
.
Iew
.
Why
,
thou
shalt
be
the
messenger
,
nay
the
actor
In
my
iust
vengeance
.
Rab.
The
hang-man
you
meane
sir
,
I
am
expert
at
it
.
Exe.
Enter
Ward
and
Francisco
.
Ward
.
Francisco
,
what
newes
man
?
Fran.
The
worst
your
eares
can
heare
,
our
ships
Ward
.
They
are
vntoucht
,
of
all
they
are
onely
safe
.
Fran.
You
dazell
your
owne
eyes
,
that
villaine
Dansiker
Hath
grapled
them
and
fled
.
Ward
.
Whirle-winds
pursue
him
,
heauen
,
seas
,
earth
,
all
at
once
Ioyne
to
his
confusion
,
now
I
do
see
too
late
There
is
a
hand
ore-rules
our
will
and
fate
.
Enter
Voad
.
and
Alizia
.
Voad.
I
shall
then
take
your
promise
,
your
brother
being
redeem'd
,
this
night
I
shall
enioy
thee
.
Aliz.
This
Diamond
binds
me
to't
,
by
this
I
sweare
.
Voad.
'Tis
thine
I
will
bestow
it
on
thee
,
to
tie
thy
faith
Thou
hast
his
ransome
.
Aliz.
'Tis
heere
.
Voad.
About
it
then
,
now
fortune
equall
proue
I
am
happy
,
yet
her
lust
redeemes
my
loue
.
Exit
Alizia
.
VVard
.
Yet
see
,
midst
all
my
miseries
I
haue
a
friend
,
My
constant
loyall
Voada
,
could
what
we
enioy
Make
a
man
happy
,
I
am
not
miserable
.
Thou
com'st
to
comfott
me
,
I
know
thou
doest
.
Vo.
This
fellow
raues
sure
:
do
you
know
to
whō
you
speake
?
VVard
.
Put
not
a
further
triall
on
mee
,
thou
best
of
women
:
Know
if
this
arme
were
bar'd
all
other
meanes
From
hearts
of
Christians
,
it
should
digge
thee
food
.
Voad.
We
know
you
are
a
bloudy
murderer
,
and
are
repaid
By
our
iust
Prophet
,
that
hates
false
Runnagates
.
VVard
.
How
couldst
thou
mallice
man
so
much
,
heaven
,
As
to
create
a
woman
?
Thou
hast
forgot
me
sure
:
oh
looke
on
him
That
hath
deny'd
his
faith
,
sold
all
his
hopes
To
purchase
thee
his
bride
.
Voad.
To
match
with
beggery
:
know
I
contemne
thee
As
a
most
abiect
slaue
,
and
hate
thee
more
Then
all
thy
wealth
could
make
me
loue
before
.
Exit
.
Fran.
What
meane
you
sir
?
could
you
expect
a
good
,
A
happinesse
from
hell
?
she
is
a
whoore
.
VVard
.
Thou
liest
:
this
arme
shall
make
it
good
,
My
soule
for
her
I
lost
,
and
now
my
blood
.
Enter
Rabshake
.
Fra.
Your
passiō
doth
transport
you
,
here
comes
her
pander
,
One
that
knowes
all
her
secrets
:
examine
him
,
If
she
stand
cleare
,
let
my
life
answere
it
.
VVard
.
Il'e
put
you
to
the
Test
.
Rab.
I
haue
had
a
hot
night
of
this
,
nothing
but
fire
in
my
mouth
two
houres
together
:
mary
the
old
Iew
my
maister
I
heare
hath
stumbled
on
a
cooler
.
I
thought
this
Captaine
would
bee
comming
so
long
on
vpon
the
breach
hee
would
breake
his
necke
at
the
last
.
This
venery
is
a
tempting
dish
,
some
ner'e
lin
licking
at
it
till
they
burne
their
lips
.
Well
,
I
must
go
comfort
vp
old
Benwash
,
hee's
heauy
vpon
his
wiues
lightnesse
.
VVard
.
You
Iew
,
a
word
with
you
?
Rab.
You
Turke
,
I
haue
nothing
to
say
to
you
:
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
poore
fellow
,
how
hee
lookes
since
Mahomet
had
the
handling
of
him
?
hee
hath
had
a
sore
night
at
Whose
that
knockes
at
the
backe-doore
?
Cry
you
mercy
,
I
thought
you
were
an
Italian
Captaine
.
VVard
.
Zounds
,
leaue
your
circumlocutions
,
Il'e
send
your
head
to
your
heeles
else
.
Fran.
You
parcell
haud
,
all
vsher
,
answere
directly
who
'tis
beares
a
way
the
prize
in
your
Mistresses
race
,
or
Il'e
spoyle
your
footing
,
cut
you
off
by
the
hammes
.
Rab.
Alas
sir
!
Ward
.
Speake
,
who
are
her
suters
?
Rab.
Voadi's
suters
?
oh
sir
,
a
Barbar
sir
.
Fran.
Il'e
make
you
haue
need
of
a
Surgian
er'e
I
haue
done
with
you
.
How
do
you
know
hee
is
a
Barber
?
Rab.
He
smels
strong
of
Rose-water
,
and
he
hath
never
mony
in
his
purse
but
on
Saturday-nights
.
Ward
.
What
other
suiter
,
slaue
?
Rab.
An other
sweet
youth
too
,
I
take
it
a
Comfet-maker
;
and
it
seemes
hath
rotten
teeth
,
for
he
dares
not
come
in
sight
so
long
as
the
Barber's
in
the
way
.
Fran.
This
dogge
deludes
vs
,
Il'e
teare
thy
throat
out
villaine
,
vnlesse
thou
instantly
name
him
she
loues
.
Rab.
Her
Page
sir
,
the
little
Christian
,
the
good
fac'd
Captaine
gaue
her
,
Fidelio
.
Ward
.
My
slaue
,
the
French
Ship-boy
?
Fr.
I
saw
him
leaue
her
now
.
How
do'st
thou
know
she
loues
him
?
Rab.
Shee
makes
him
sing
bawdy
songs
to
her
,
lookes
fortunes
in
his
fist
,
&
babies
in
his
eyes
,
makes
dialogues
betwixt
him
,
her
little
dogge
,
&
her selfe
:
lies
vpon
her
backe
,
puts
his
hand
in
her
hand
,
&
wrings
it
till
the
teares
come
againe
.
VVard
.
Insatiate
monster
,
could
her
swolne
blood
Reach
such
a
height
none
but
my
Page
must
sute
her
.
Fran.
Containe
your selfe
a
while
,
this
slaue
can
speake
One
of
her
dialogues
.
Rab.
It
is
my
practise
sir
:
you
shall
stand
for
the
Lady
,
you
for
her
dogge
,
and
I
the
Page
:
you
and
that
dogge
looking
one
vpon
another
,
the
Page
presents
himselfe
.
Fran.
Good
.
Rab.
The
best
is
behinde
sir
.
Runnes
away
.
Fran.
Iew
,
slaue
,
dogge
.
Ward
.
The
horned
Divell
follow
him
.
A
Skippers
boy
?
The
shame
of
woman
?
rather
then
be
baffeld
thus
I
will
betray
this
towne
,
blow
vp
the
Castle
:
Francisco
,
do
but
second
me
.
Fran.
First
repossesse
your selfe
of
your
strong
hold
,
I
feare
some
trechery
:
the
Governor
With
all
the
Ianisaries
of
the
towne
I
met
in
their
way
thither
.
War.
Blast
them
ye
powers
first
.
The
Governor
Make
towards
the
Castle
?
I
am
betraid
,
away
,
I
see
that
heaven
forgets
not
though
I
delay
.
Thrust
out
by
Ianisaries
?
Ianisa.
Packe
hence
false
Runnagate
,
Slaue
,
Beggar
.
War.
Disgratious
vassals
,
what
mountain
covers
me
?
Winke
,
winke
,
thou
Day-star
,
hide
my
guilty
shame
,
Make
me
as
if
I
ner'e
had
beene
,
whose
name
Succeeding
times
wil
curse
:
should
I
confesse
my
sin
,
Ther's
not
an
eare
that
can
with
pitty
heare
A
man
so
wicked
miserable
:
should
I
beare
vp
,
Out-looke
my
crimes
,
I
want
meanes
to
support
me
.
To
dye
I
dare
not
,
the
iawes
of
hell
do
yawne
To
swallow
me
:
liue
I
cannot
:
Famine
threats
,
And
that
the
worst
of
poverty
,
contempt
and
scorne
.
Never
on
man
Fate
cast
so
blacke
a
frowne
,
Vp
I
am
denied
to
flye
,
vnpittied
downe
.
Rest
restlesse
soule
on
this
accursed
soyle
,
And
teach
the
world
into
how
sad
a
toyle
Ambition
and
swift
ryot
run
,
when
meane
content
Sits
low
,
yet
happy
:
and
when
their
day
is
spent
All
that
they
get
is
labour
and
vnrest
,
Enter
Francis
.
A
hatefull
graue
,
and
worst
,
a
troubled
breast
.
Fra.
Where
shal
I
find
this
most
vnfortunat
wretch
?
There
is
a
part
in
him
cald
man
,
which
we
should
pitty
How
er'e
his
merit
stands
,
nor
will
I
leaue
him
,
Though
he
hath
left
himselfe
.
See
where
he
lyes
Best
suiting
with
his
fortunes
,
could
we
our
fate
foreknow
Men
were
as
Gods
,
nor
need
we
haue
laine
so
low
.
How
fare
you
brother
?
why
with
so
sad
an
eye
Do
you
behold
me
,
that
in
your
miseries
Beare
equall
part
?
War.
Can
there
remaine
a
soule
that
will
vouchsafe
Compassion
on
me
?
thou
doest
but
flatter
,
Or
hast
forgot
,
I
haue
lost
all
,
and
pouerty
When
no
ill
else
will
doo't
,
makes
all
friends
flye
.
Fran.
Were
you
intitled
to
no
other
guilt
,
How
willing
for
you
should
my
bloud
be
spilt
?
Heere
sir
,
accept
this
poore
reliefe
Bootlesse
alas
distresse
recounts
those
errors
To
thinke
what
might
haue
been
cures
,
not
the
terrors
Of
present
suffering
.
War.
True
,
true
,
Francisco
,
could
I
redeeme
the
time
,
The
world
should
speake
my
penitence
.
Could
I
call
backe
but
one
seven
yeares
,
Though
all
my
life
were
seruile
after
,
Were
my
soule
but
free
From
innocent
bloud
,
and
fearefull
blasphemy
,
On
the
condition
I
might
liue
an
age
Tortur'd
vpon
a
wheele
.
I
tell
thee
friend
,
Were
I
this
Cities
Vice-roy
,
I
would
giue
My
crowne
,
dispoyle
my selfe
of
all
,
onely
to
liue
One
month
with
that
content
this
soule
did
know
When
a
poore
Fisherman
possest
it
.
Fran.
You
are
too
low
dejected
.
Men
that
with
sufferance
their
wrongs
do
beare
Are
held
but
weake
,
and
States
more
oft
for
feare
Then
loue
vnto
the
right
,
redresse
mens
ils
.
Who
stoutly
downe
his
enemies
,
malice
kils
,
Who
basely
wounds
himselfe
.
Ward
.
No
lesse
then
truth
,
I
haue
beene
too
low
indeed
Each
one
the
yeelding
grasse
doth
dare
to
tread
That
flies
resisting
thornes
,
falfe
Voada
,
Thy
Lambe
is
turn'd
a
Lyon
,
I
feele
reuendge
Giue
a
new
life
to
me
,
I'le
onely
stay
Till
I
haue
spoke
thy
brother
,
I
thinke
he'le
blush
To
heare
thy
shame
,
tell
thee
thou
hast
not
plaid
A
womans
part
with
me
,
suppose
the
worse
That
he
turne
villane
to
,
he
had
better
curse
His
grand
sirs
ashes
,
if
once
more
I
fall
in
I'le
be
vnparaleld
at
least
for
sinne
.
Fran.
Stay
see
the
strumpets
loue
,
Fidelio
,
Aliz.
Captaine
,
you
are
the
man
I
seeke
,
I
haue
a
suit
to
you
,
Ward
.
Concerning
Voada
,
is't
not
?
Aliz.
Concerning
her
that
hates
you
for
my
sake
Neglects
your
merit
,
this
night
giues
full
reuendge
To
all
her
iniuries
.
Ward
.
Repeat
that
happy
word
againe
,
I
am
wholly
thine
.
Aliz.
Know
her
vassaliat
lust
hath
long
pursued
,
And
with
such
violence
attempted
me
,
That
with
my
oaths
this
night
to
sate
her
heate
I
hardly
haue
delaid
her
.
Ward
.
What's
this
to
my
reuendge
?
Aliz.
It
follow's
,
giue
me
but
way
Through
your
Castle
there's
a
Hollander
This
euening
makes
from
hence
That
giues
them
passage
.
I
haue
tied
him
to't
Ward
.
Thou
art
for
euer
free
,
the
houre
name
,
Aliz.
I'le
speak
your
worth
yet
,
in
spight
of
fame
About
three
,
watch
the
word
Fidelio
.
Ward
.
Avoid
suspicion
and
till
then
be
gone
.
Aliz.
Nay
then
my
ioyes
do
flow
,
Fran.
Whether
tends
this
?
what
passage
,
come
you
for
him
?
Ward
.
To
heauen
I
once
more
must
exact
Thy
trust
and
diligence
.
Fran.
Speake
it
.
VVard
.
Make
instantly
to
Voada
,
tell
her
This
night
a
skipper
doth
attend
to
steale
aboard
Her
loue
Fidelio
,
giue
her
the
houre
and
place
Wish
her
to
pistoll
him
.
Fran.
Wouldst
haue
her
kill
her
to
.
Ward
.
I
,
and
runne
made
for't
,
meane while
I'le
walke
the
streetes
I
shall
meete
some
will
know
me
to
whom
I
will
relate
my
wrongs
,
wilt
do't
Francisco
?
Fran.
My
soule
to
gage
.
VVard
.
This
comfort
then
in
spight
of
hell
I'le
haue
,
VVard
went
not
vnreuendg'd
vnto
his
graue
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Chorus
.
Chorus
How
blacke
a
path
unbounded
riot
treads
,
Your
gentler
eyes
haue
veiw'd
.
Our
Scoene
now
leads
To
giue
him
rest
,
that
from
his
ills
had
learn't
To
know
his
misery
,
and
at
least
had
earn'd
This
lesson
from
the
extreams
,
that
others
past
No
course
that
violent
is
,
secure
can
last
.
This
clue
doth
wind
him
backe
,
and
Dansiker
,
The
wealth
of
Tunis
,
now
is
become
there
feare
,
Striues
to
redeeme
his
infamy
and
with
successe
,
Makes
through
their
bowels
to
his
happinesse
.
No
sooner
hee
arriues
in
France
,
but
his
sad
eares
Insteed
of
welcomes
entertaine
new
feares
,
The
aged
Oke
that
Atlas-like
susteyned
,
The
weight
of
France
,
that
with
his
bloud
regain'd
Her
wasted
body
,
like
the
Pellican
By
one
that
from
his
life
tooke
breath
is
slaine
,
This
fatall
blow
,
astonisheth
the
hopes
Of
Dansiker
,
and
his
,
to
make
returne
,
Impossible
those
fires
yet
fresh
doe
burne
,
Would
threaten
them
with
vtmost
tortures
heere
To
make
aboad
,
they
finde
themselues
beset
With
many
they
by
their
spoyle
made
foes
,
yet
Twixt
two
extremes
they
chose
the
better
part
Take
land
and
to
the
Gouernor
present
Themselues
and
fortunes
,
shew
their
act
,
intent
And
poenitence
,
their
promised
pardon
,
what
befell
This
shew
presents
,
which
words
deny
to
tell
.
Enter
Gouernour
in
state
,
takes
his
seate
,
Dansiker
and
his
followers
with
ropes
about
their
neckes
,
their
weapons
with
the
points
towards
them
,
deliuer
their
petition
,
the
Gouernour
reades
and
salutes
them
,
put
vp
their
swords
,
suddenly
rush
in
diuers
like
Merchants
with
followers
,
seeme
to
threaten
the
Gouernour
,
who
defends
Dansiker
,
labours
betwixt
them
,
seeme
pacified
,
and
Dansiker
sweares
by
his
sword
,
offer
to
go
out
to
meete
his
wife
and
child
,
they
perswade
,
he
deliuers
them
to
the
Gouernours
trust
.
Omnes
Exeunt
.
Chorus
.
Twixt
hope
and
dread
,
as
suited
former
merit
,
The
Gouernour
receiues
them
giues
new
spirit
Vnto
their
drooping
hopes
,
when
with
the
name
Of
Dansikers
arriuall
,
swift
wing'd
fame
Brings
in
the
oppressed
Merchants
,
whose
spoyle
Had
fed
his
hungry
sword
,
and
with
their
toyle
Made
rich
his
rapines
,
these
craue
law
,
his
life
The
opposing
Gouernour
almost
ends
the
strife
,
With
his
owne
bloud
,
informes
them
,
the
Kings
death
Stood
onely
bar
to
his
safety
,
that
his
breath
Would
recompence
all
former
iniuries
,
To
approue
it
giues
them
notice
of
the
prise
Brought
from
Tunis
,
and
more
to
assawadge
their
ire
Dansiker
dare
,
what
act
they
can
desire
Man
to
accomplish
,
to
redeeme
his
peace
And
their
great
losses
,
all
their
furies
cease
.
And
with
one
voyce
demand
Benwash
the
Iew
As
his
iust
ransome
,
they
need
no
more
renew
,
This
their
request
,
by
oath
themselues
they
tye
.
To
bring
him
prisoner
,
or
in
the
action
dye
.
No
motiues
from
his
wife
or
child
diswade
,
This
his
resolue
,
suppose
he
now
hath
made
His
backe
returne
and
in
some
apt
disguise
Attends
successe
vnto
his
enterprise
His
end
and
strange
preuention
,
briefly
shew
Designes
are
mens
,
their
sway
the
gods
do
owe
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Ferd.
Ferd.
This
is
the
place
a
cold
bloud
thwarts
my
heart
,
My
fleeting
soule
in
her
disturbed
passion
Proclaims
some
ill
neere
,
let
me
suppose
the
worst
Aliziaes
dead
,
false
tongue
how
durst
thou
name
So
great
a
mischiefe
?
alas
this
bracelet
speakes
it
,
This
which
I
tied
vnto
her
iuory
wrist
The
witnesse
of
those
vowes
confirm'd
vs
one
,
The
news
of
my
captiuity
tooke
all
her
hopes
And
life
away
,
and
dying
she
bequeath'd
This
loyall
gift
againe
,
with
my
sad
ransome
.
'T
may
be
this
youth
may
be
Alizia
Her selfe
a
prisoner
,
yet
shee's
to
vertuous
To
out-liue
her
honour
and
her
chastity
,
Which
her
captiuity
must
needs
indanger
:
I
heare
his
foote-steps
.
Enter
Ward
&
Voad
.
Voad.
We
are
not
far
off
from
the
place
,
softly
,
softly
.
The
night
is
darke
and
friendly
to
myne
ends
.
Ferd.
Fidelio
,
Fidelio
,
Voad.
'Tis
he
would
rob
me
of
Fidelio
,
Ferd.
Fidelio
I
say
yong
Raymond
heere
Voad.
Shoote
.
Ferd.
So
I
am
slaine
.
Voad.
Thus
dost
thou
beare
Fidelio
back
againe
,
Ward
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Ferd.
Oh
false
,
false
Alizia
thy
watch-words
as
thy selfe
Deceiuing
,
didst
thinke
my
slauery
Was
not
an
ill
sufficient
,
but
my
bloud
Must
pay
thy
falshood
tribute
,
or
couldst
not
wish
So
great
a
plague
to
me
,
that
I
should
heare
Thou
wert
turn'd
prostitute
,
vngentle
cruell
woman
,
Ward
.
T'is
not
the
boy
sure
,
his
voyce
,
his
passion
Speakes
him
another
,
more
proiects
yet
,
I
heare
some
foot
stir
.
Aliz.
How
fearefull
is
the
night
,
heauen's
angry
sure
,
And
hauing
drawne
the
day
vp
,
chid
her
thus
For
giuing
light
to
mens
impieties
.
'Tis
much
about
the
houre
of
my
appoint
,
What
sad
groane
wounds
my
eares
,
Fidelio
,
Raymond
,
friend
Fidelio
.
Ferd.
Or
rather
Infidelio
,
what ere
thou
art
Thou
needst
not
doubt
thy
taske
,
thou
hast
made
me
sure
,
Or
if
thou
doubts
it
,
here
dischardge
one
bullet
more
.
Aliz.
'Tis
not
his
voyce
,
thou
liest
falfe
thoughts
,
Raymond
,
Fidelio
.
Ferd.
My
name
is
Raymond
,
that
Fidelio
vniustly
murdered
.
Aliz.
No
maruaile
though
thou
thundrest
heauen
;
And
darts
thy
flashes
downe
,
oh
!
why
is
not
This
world
a
vniuersall
fire
?
what
one
good
Keepes
backe
thy
flames
?
Ferd.
Oh
speake
!
what
art
thou
?
whose
sad
speech
Makes
death
stay
yet
to
heare
thee
.
Aliz.
My
friend
,
my
Raymond
by
my
meanes
murdered
I
haue
liu'd
too
long
,
too
long
.
Ferd.
Oh
speake
!
what
art
thou
whose
sad
accents
force
Pale
death
to
stay
and
heare
thee
.
Aliz.
Alas
I
am
nothing
,
nothing
.
Ferd.
As
thou
hast
hope
in
heauen
tell
me
thy
name
,
Aliz.
I
will
,
my
name's
Alizia
,
thy
constant
loyall
,
loyall
friend
,
that
in
her
passage
vnto
thee
will
not
be
long
Ferd.
Oh
saue
thy
life
.
Aliz.
Wish
me
not
so
much
ill
,
I
loue
thee
better
.
Miracle
of
thy
sexe
,
oh
let
me
imbrace
thee
yet
.
Ferd.
Heere
,
heere
,
flye
hence
vaine
breath
,
Aliz.
No
other
good
is
knowne
to
me
but
death
,
moritur
VVard
.
Francisco
thou'rt
a
villaine
,
forgiuenesse
Voada
,
The
words
of
these
two
innocents
with
purple
eyes
Dart
terrour
through
me
,
Fidelio
turn'd
a
woman
.
Within
Follow
,
follow
,
follow
.
Voad
I
will
rather
giue
an
eare
to
the
blacke
shrikes
Of
mandrakes
,
thou
knewst
I
lou'd
him
And
that
hath
forct
his
wound
,
at
sight
whereof
Methinkes
reflecting
heauen
should
spred
it selfe
In
a
deepe
crimsome
vaile
,
blush
to
haue
created
A
wretch
so
monstrous
,
but
my
reuendge
sleepes
,
know
boy
I
will
repay
thy
death
,
slaue
I
will
famish
thee
,
And
when
thy
fainting
eye-lids
gin
to
cracke
,
My
satisfied
lust
,
by
him
most
hates
thee
,
Shall
be
thy
obiect
.
Ward
.
You
wrong
me
to
suppose
I
should
be
guilty
Of
such
an
impious
deed
.
Voad.
Doth
not
thy
bloud
stain'd
poniard
speake
it
With
which
thy
accursed
arme
did
force
his
breast
His
too
too
gentle
breast
.
Ward
.
Thy selfe
be
witnesse
.
Stabs
at
him
,
he
beats
it
backe
,
and
wounds
her
.
Voad.
That
I
am
reuendge
on
thee
,
murder
,
murder
,
the
slaue
will
murder
me
.
Ward
.
What
meane
you
wife
?
Enter
watch
.
Voad.
As
you
are
men
make
rescue
of
me
.
Ward
.
I
am
betray'd
,
out-gon
by
a
shee
diuel
.
Voad.
He
hath
not
onely
slaine
his
innocent
page
,
But
thus
assail'd
my
life
,
lay
hands
on
him
Deere
countrimen
reuenge
my
wrongs
,
my
bloud
On
this
false
runnagate
,
I
faint
,
I
faint
.
Conuey
me
to
a
Chirurgion
,
make
him
safe
.
Ex.
1.
Offi
In
the
Gouernours
name
I
do
command
you
giue
your
weapons
vp
.
Ward
.
S'hart
Gentlemen
,
you
know
Francisco
kil'd
him
,
I'le
make
it
good
.
2.
Offi.
Wee
haue
nothing
to
charge
you
with
about
your
page
It
is
the
wounding
your
wife
with
an
vnlawfull
weapon
.
1.
Offi.
You
haue
most
vnmanly
thrust
in
a
woman
.
Ward
.
Honest
friends
,
Turkes
,
and
Officers
,
if
euer
I
laid
hands
on
her
,
may
I
neuer
see
light
more
.
1.
Offi.
We'le
take
a
reasonable
order
for
that
,
you
nere
laid
hands
on
her
,
out
impudence
away
to
the
dungeon
with
him
.
Ward
.
S'hart
carry
me
to
the
Gouernour
that
I
may
haue
iustice
first
.
2.
Offi.
The
fellow
raues
,
he
thinks
men
in
office
haue
nothing
to
doe
but
to
giue
him
iustice
,
you
must
first
be
punisht
and
then
talke
of
iustice
when
you
haue
cause
.
1.
Offic.
Away
with
him
,
he
shall
know
what
'tis
to
marry
into
a
great
Tribe
,
an
honourable
Tribe
:
you
vse
a
great
woman
as
if
she
were
your
wife
,
ye'ar
a
base
fellow
indeed
.
You
a
Courtier
?
Ward
.
Nay
,
then
I
see
my
end
drawes
,
I
shall
raue
,
Run
mad
:
haue
you
er'a
Bedlam
,
that
I
may
not
famish
But
shew
trickes
to
get
meate
with
,
or
raile
against
the
State
:
And
when
I
haue
eas'd
my
gall
a
month
or
two
Come
out
againe
.
Zounds
let
me
beat
hempe
,
Doe
any
thing
rather
then
famish
:
That
death
She
hath
vow'd
me
,
and
Il'e
prevent
it
:
allow
me
But
every
weeke
a
Christian
,
I
am
content
To
feed
vpon
raw
flesh
,
if't
be
but
once
a
month
A
Brittaine
,
Il'e
be
content
with
him
.
2.
Offic.
Nay
then
you
are
mad
indeed
,
away
with
him
.
Ward
.
As
you
are
true
Turkes
,
I
will
put
you
in
sureties
,
I
know
the
Divell
will
prouide
me
bale
,
Rather
then
loose
my
imployment
:
as
you
are
pittifull
Turks
.
1.
Offic.
Nay
then
we
shall
be
troubled
with
you
.
VVard
.
Plagues
,
pestilences
,
all
fall
vpon
my
head
Rather
then
by
a
whoore
be
famished
.
I
do
coniure
you
.
Exeunt
.
Scoena
vltima
.
Enter
Benwash
,
Rabshake
,
at
severall
Doores
.
Ben.
Rabshake
?
Rab.
Here
sir
.
Ben.
Is
this
childe
of
Adam
comming
yet
?
hee
that
will
eate
of
the
forbidden
fruite
though
he
loose
Paradice
fort
,
is
he
comming
.
Rab.
As
fast
as
his
legges
will
beare
him
,
considering
the
vse
he
meanes
to
put
them
to
.
I
haue
provided
a
Caudle
to
comfort
him
with
.
Ben.
That's
my
deere
pretious
villaine
,
how
sweet
art
thou
Reuenge
?
the
thought
of
thee
turnes
all
my
bloud
to
aire
.
Rab.
And
your
hornes
too
sir
?
Ben.
All
light
Rabshake
.
Rab.
They
were
begot
light
,
but
methinkes
they
should
be
heauy
in
the
wearing
.
Ben.
I
will
make
them
abortiues
man
,
smother
them
in
the
wombe
.
Rab.
Though
you
lop
the
branches
,
you
will
preserue
the
tree
to
beare
more
fruit
,
I
hope
,
your
wife
sir
.
Ben.
She
shal
downe
too
,
I
will
let
her
bloud
in
a
new
veine
she
shall
turne
vp
the
white
of
the
eye
,
and
dye
the
death
of
a
sinner
.
Rab.
How
will
you
dispence
with
your
oathes
sir
?
Ben.
Tush
,
by
equivocation
man
,
I
will
not
hurt
her
,
but
thou
shalt
by
equivocation
,
behinde
the
Arras
,
my
deere
Rabshake
.
Rab.
That
word
(
by
equivocation
)
lyes
on
my
stomacke
,
I
would
be
loath
it
should
make
me
cast
vp
my
gall
,
I
would
not
haue
my
throat
cut
by
equivocation
.
Ben.
The
game
is
rows'd
,
take
thy
stand
and
strike
Rabshake
.
Rab.
Strike
you
sir
?
you
are
the
keeper
,
and
haue
the
fees
in
possession
,
I
haue
no
mony
vpon
this
equivocation
.
Ben.
So
the
houre
of
my
redemption
is
at
hand
,
for
mans
worst
hell
,
a
whoore
.
Gal.
You
put
me
to
a
sweet
purgation
the
other
night
,
'twas
well
feare
tooke
away
some
of
my
sences
,
I
had
smelt
for't
else
.
Agar
.
You
saw
the
necessity
of
it
sir
.
Gal.
You
may
call
it
necessity
.
I
thought
of
the
day
of
Iudgement
,
and
that
was
more
then
euer
I
did
in
my
life
before
:
what
with
the
fire
aboue
,
and
the
Ram-headed
Divell
your
husband
below
,
I
imagined
damnation
could
not
bee
farre
off
.
Ben.
Good
,
excellent
good
.
Gal.
And
whither
is
that
golden
calfe
of
Horeb
,
that
Iew
of
the
the
Tribe
of
Israel
gone
,
that
it
is
Iubile
with
you
now
,
all
open
?
Agar
.
Hee
is
rid
to
the
Goletto
about
taking
in
a
commodity
.
Gal.
And
in
the
meane
time
thou
wilt
vtter
one
at
home
,
I
am
thy
Merchant
Wench
,
and
will
deale
with
the
by
whole-sale
.
Ben.
Rather
by
retaile
sir
,
retaile
.
Gal.
Where
is
your
Pim
Rabshake
,
taking
a
nap
at
the
staire
foot
,
committing
sin
in
conceit
,
whilst
we
are
at
it
in
action
?
hath
he
the
two
qualities
of
an
Vsher
,
a
good
eare
,
and
to
indure
cold
of
his
feet
?
haue
you
giuen
him
instructions
?
Ben.
I
see
how
it
did
worke
,
I
feele
it
.
Rab.
Hee'l
make
the
old
Iew
beleeue
I
was
his
wiues
bawd
.
Gal.
The
slaue
was
borne
Pander
,
his
mother
was
a
Midwife
,
and
then
he
must
needs
be
bawd
to
set
his
mothers
trade
aworke
.
Rab.
You
will
grone
for
this
anon
sir
.
Ag.
I
pray
you
sir
sit
downe
,
a
small
banquet
sir
.
Gal.
Provocatiues
and
whetters
on
?
one
licorous
thing
drawes
out
another
.
Who
will
not
sweare
Venery
is
a
sweete
sin
now
?
Bacchus
and
Venus
,
two
Gods
,
the
Divell
is
farre
enough
off
then
.
Iew
.
You
are
deceived
sir
,
he
is
at
your
elbow
.
Rab.
Is
Dunne
in
the
mire
?
for
old
acquaintance
sake
wee'l
dragge
you
out
sir
:
you
are
in
travell
,
I
am
the
sonne
of
a
Midwife
,
Il'e
helpe
to
deliver
you
.
Gall.
It
cannot
be
,
I
am
in
a
dreame
.
Rab.
A
good
beleefe
doth
well
;
were
I
in
your
case
,
I
should
be
past
dreaming
:
but
Il'e
cast
you
in
a
slumber
sir
.
Iew
.
You
must
bee
at
your
sweet
meates
:
cannot
Mutton
serue
your
turne
,
but
you
must
haue
sauce
to
it
?
Gal.
This
Whoore
hath
betraid
me
:
now
she
hath
wrung
what
she
can
out
of
me
,
she
hanges
me
vp
for
a
dryed
Neats-tongue
.
She
is
an
insatiate
Whoore
sir
,
hath
intic'd
me
by
the
Pander
your
man
:
I
was
chaste
before
I
knew
her
sir
.
Rabsh.
Beleeue
him
not
sir
,
he
is
a
meere
Goate
,
looke
on
his
beard
else
.
Agar
.
You
may
see
by
his
haire
hee
is
a
man
of
hot
Liver
;
he
came
over
me
with
such
violence
I
had
not
the
heart
to
resist
him
.
Iew
.
I
beleeue
you
wife
,
I
beleeue
you
,
and
thou
shalt
iustifie
it
to
his
teeth
before
the
greatest
Divell
in
hell
.
Rabshake
giue
her
a
Mittimus
,
strangle
her
.
Agar
.
Haue
you
forgot
your
oathes
sir
?
Iew
.
I
sware
as
I
was
a
Turke
,
and
I
will
cut
your
throat
as
I
am
a
Iew
.
Agar
.
Villaine
,
keepe
off
,
I
say
.
Rab.
You
should
haue
said
so
when
time
was
Mistresse
.
Agar
.
Thou
betraiest
thy selfe
slaue
,
makest
way
to
thine
owne
destruction
.
Iew
.
Stop
her
throat
,
I
say
,
giue
no
eare
to
her
.
Agar
.
I
do
confesse
my
sin
,
I
haue
wrongfully
betraid
thee
.
Gal.
I
find
my selfe
in
bonds
for't
Lady
,
it
is
some
comfort
yet
,
that
I
dye
not
vnreveng'd
.
Iew
.
Thou
speakest
charitably
.
Is
she
gone
?
is
her
lust
satisfied
now
?
Rab.
Do
a
woman
to
death
,
and
she
will
bee
satisfied
,
nothing
else
will
.
Iew
.
Now
for
you
M.
Gallop
:
you
gaue
it
me
with
tilting
,
and
I
will
returne
your
curtesie
.
Gal.
Saue
my
life
sir
,
and
I
will
be
your
slaue
,
sell
my selfe
in
open
market
,
brand
me
.
Iew
.
That
were
Lex
talion
indeed
,
one
marke
for
another
:
but
it
will
not
serue
the
turne
.
Haue
at
you
.
Rab.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
how
the
Oxe
goares
him
.
Kils
him
.
Gal.
'Sdeath
villaines
,
trecherous
villaines
,
the
plague
,
pox
.
Rab.
He
died
a
true
letcher
,
with
the
pox
in
his
mouth
.
Why
this
was
valiantly
done
sir
,
in
single
opposition
.
Iew
.
why
now
my
brow
begins
to
smooth
.
How
lik'st
this
Tragedy
,
Rabshake
?
Rab.
Rarely
,
if
it
do
not
proue
a
Tragedy
to
vs
sir
,
i'ts
but
a
Comedy
hitherto
:
the
setting
off
is
all
.
Iew
.
Tush
,
the
best
is
behind
man
:
doe'st
thinke
I
doe
not
beare
a
braine
about
me
?
Beware
a
polititian
,
man
:
heere
,
binde
me
,
binde
me
,
hard
,
hard
.
Rab.
I
mary
sir
,
I
like
this
well
,
a
man
may
trust
you
when
your
hands
are
tyed
behinde
you
.
Iew
.
I
cannot
choose
but
laugh
to
thinke
how
happy
I
am
in
my
proiect
:
it
will
amaze
thee
when
thou
hear'st
it
Rabshake
,
wee
shall
so
gull
the
innocent
world
,
laugh
at
the
silly
world
.
Rab.
If
you
gull
me
now
,
Il'e
giue
you
leaue
to
make
mummy
of
me
:
what's
next
sir
?
Iew
.
Heere
,
take
this
dagger
,
stabbe
mee
an
ynch
into
the
breast
and
arme
.
Rab.
Do
you
call
this
gulling
of
the
world
?
Iew
.
I
cannot
but
laugh
at
the
gentlemans
lecherous
voyage
to
Lucifer
:
there
,
there
.
Now
Rabshake
let
me
binde
thee
.
Rab.
How
?
binde
me
?
Iew
.
Thou
art
not
capable
of
the
mistery
,
thou
art
shallow
Rabshake
.
Rab.
I
doe
not
desire
to
wade
deeper
in
I
thank
you
sir
,
I
am
no
polititian
,
beare
no
braine
about
me
sir
;
yet
I
can
diue
into
a
knaues
pockets
as
well
as
any
man
,
your
worship
knows
.
Iew
.
What
doest
thou
meane
by
this
?
Rab.
To
rob
you
as
I
am
a
Turke
,
&
cut
your
throat
as
I
am
a
Iew
,
you
haue
forgot
your
equivocation
;
Il'e
chop
logicke
with
you
.
Come
,
your
rings
,
your
chaine
:
do
you
not
laugh
?
haue
you
not
gul'd
the
world
fairely
?
Iew
.
Thou
hast
mistaken
me
:
know
thou
art
all
my
care
.
Rab.
And
you
would
be
rid
of
me
,
I
conceiue
you
sir
,
though
I
am
no
polititian
:
I
haue
seene
the
play
of
Pedringano
sir
,
of
Pedringano
sir
.
Iew
.
Deere
Rabshake
,
vpō
my
knees
I
do
intreat
thee
heare
me
.
For
whom
haue
I
tane
thought
,
out-watcht
the
night
Out-toyl'd
the
day
,
but
for
my
Rabshake
?
what
friend
,
What
kinsman
,
what
heire
had
I
but
Rabshake
?
Rab.
Yes
,
you
meant
I
should
haue
beene
your
heire
.
Iew
.
Nay
,
thou
shouldst
haue
had
all
in
possession
,
my
purpose
was
to
haue
liu'd
a
private
life
,
done
penance
for
my
sins
,
and
given
thee
all
.
Rab.
You
would
haue
parted
with
this
chaine
,
these
rings
and
gold
.
Iew
.
They
are
thine
own
,
on
whom
should
I
bestow
thē
else
?
Rab.
And
you
haue
a
trick
to
come
off
cleere
with
this
businesse
.
Iew
.
In
spight
of
ielousie
,
without
suspition
man
:
you
being
bound
,
your
head
thrust
in
this
circle
,
as
if
tied
vp
for
starting
,
I
had
cried
out
theeues
,
murder
,
rais'd
the
street
,
transferd
the
act
vpon
some
stranger
.
Rab.
And
I
should
haue
beene
your
heire
.
Iew
.
Thou
wrongst
me
to
make
question
of't
.
Rab.
If
I
should
try
him
,
it
is
beyond
my
compasse
if
hee
out-saile
me
:
this
chaine
and
gold
is
mine
.
Iew
.
'Sfoot
my selfe
too
.
Rab.
For
once
Il'e
try
you
:
heere
binde
me
,
if
you
do
outreach
me
,
Il'e
ner'e
trust
Iew
more
.
Iew
.
Heere
,
heere
:
Is
thy
head
in
?
Rab.
It
is
sir
.
Iew
.
Haue
I
caught
you
?
are
you
in
the
noose
?
you
haue
seene
the
play
of
Pedringano
sir
,
Il'e
play
with
you
.
Rab.
'Sheart
I
am
your
slaue
sir
,
I
did
it
to
make
your
worship
merry
.
Iew
.
Tush
,
you
are
my
heire
,
Il'e
hang
you
vp
a
airing
.
Rab.
As
you
are
a
man
heare
me
sir
.
Iew
.
You
must
haue
your
chaines
,
you
shall
be
chayn'd
,
I
could
euen
cracke
my
sides
with
laughter
.
This
will
affoord
me
mirth
vnto
my
dying
day
.
The
play
of
Pedringano
?
how
the
weesell
hangs
!
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Theeues
,
theeues
:
Murder
,
murder
.
I
shall
betray
my selfe
with
laughter
.
Were
you
caught
Rynard
?
are
you
in
the
noose
?
Murder
,
murder
,
thieues
murder
.
Enter
Muffty
,
Mulli
,
and
Officers
.
Mul.
Breake
ope
the
doores
,
the
voyce
speakes
from
this
roome
.
Iew
.
Murder
,
murder
,
murder
.
Muff.
Inhumane
deed
!
what
hand
could
be
so
bloudy
?
Mul.
Speake
,
who
was
the
murderer
?
Iew
.
Helpe
me
to
a
Surgean
.
Muff.
Runne
for
a
Surgean
.
Tell
by
what
monster
was
this
act
(
so
full
of
horror
)
done
?
Iew
.
Three
strangers
rusht
in
suddenly
,
wee
being
at
supper
,
all
my
seruants
forth
,
saue
honest
Rabshake
:
and
hauing
rifled
vs
,
did
act
this
horride
murther
.
1.
Off.
Here
is
a
Surgean
.
Muff.
The
Prophet
Mahomet
reueale
the
homicides
.
Enter
Gouernor
,
other
officers
,
Sare
,
Ferd.
Alb.
Dansiker
disguis'd
.
Gover.
What
moues
these
out-cryes
?
Mul.
Behold
a
bloudy
murder
,
Benwash
,
his
wife
,
This
Captaine
,
and
his
seruant
.
Iew
.
My
honest
seruant
,
honest
Rabshake
.
Dans.
Benwash
murdered
?
he
hath
saued
me
a
labour
.
Gov.
Is
there
any
hope
of
life
in
him
?
Surg.
His
wounds
are
sleight
,
sir
,
onely
his
faint-heart
makes
them
dangerous
.
Gov.
Take
courage
man
.
Speake
,
hast
thou
any
knowledge
of
the
Murderers
?
Muff.
Onely
he
sayes
they
are
strangers
,
men
of
the
sea
.
Sar.
Canst
thou
remember
in
what
habit
,
what
men
of
person
and
complexion
they
were
?
Dans.
What
meanes
the
slaue
to
eye
me
so
?
Iew
.
That
fellow
in
the
stammell
hose
is
one
of
them
.
Gov.
Lay
hands
on
him
.
Dans.
On
me
?
Villaine
,
thou
buy'st
my
bloud
At
a
deere
rate
.
O
thou
immortall
God
Who
know'st
my
innocence
!
that
for
his
former
sins
Hast
guiven
vp
,
Dansiker
into
the
hands
Of
these
damn'd
miscreants
.
Omn,
Dansiker
?
Dans.
I
Dansiker
,
that
would
with
all
your
deaths
Haue
cancelled
his
former
infamy
,
Left
to
the
world
a
president
of
valour
,
Writ
in
your
sad
confusions
:
but
heauen
is
iust
,
Christians
did
fall
by
me
,
by
slaues
I
must
.
Gov.
Call
forth
the
common
Hangman
,
by
this
time
he
hath
done
his
office
on
Francisco
.
Dansiker
?
vnlook't
for
?
Iew
.
Heare
me
before
I
dye
,
I
do
confesse
Mine
owne
hand
did
these
murthers
.
Dansiker
Hath
iustly
done
me
vengeance
.
Gov.
How's
this
?
thou
done
these
murthers
thy selfe
,
being
bound
and
hurt
?
Thou
rau'st
sure
.
Iew
.
I
did
them
sir
:
the
cause
my
wife
prou'd
false
,
vntrue
,
Beare
witnesse
,
though
I
liu'd
a
Turke
,
I
dye
a
Iew
.
Omn.
Out
Dogge
,
Divell
.
Gov.
Vnheard
of
Monster
!
Cast
his
loathed
carkasse
Vnto
the
common
aire
.
Never
did
day
discover
Two
such
inhumane
Caitifes
,
stretch
out
his
armes
,
You
haue
your
traines
and
fire-workes
,
apply
your
Torches
Vnto
his
breast
.
Wee'l
know
what
proiect
now
Lead
you
vnto
this
second
venter
.
Dans.
I
will
confesse
it
willingly
:
It
was
to
haue
conueid
This
Iew
from
hence
,
haue
made
a
massacre
Of
the
whole
Towne
,
dasht
out
the
miscreant
braines
Of
your
yong
Infidels
.
Muff.
And
art
not
sorry
,
Dogge
?
Dans.
Yes
Dogge
,
I
am
sorry
,
and
confesse
my
crimes
Preuented
such
a
merit
:
I
was
not
worthy
To
do
heaven
so
good
a
seruice
.
Gov.
Pull
off
his
hatefull
flesh
,
digge
out
his
heart
By
peece-meal
.
Muff.
Wilt
thou
turne
Turke
,
and
saue
thy
soule
yet
?
Dans.
Yes
Pagan
,
villaine
,
I
will
.
Forgiuenesse
heauen
,
Let
my
example
moue
all
Pyrates
,
Robbers
To
thinke
how
heavy
thy
revenging
hand
Will
sit
vpon
them
.
I
feele
thy
iustice
now
,
Receiue
my
soule
,
accept
my
intended
vow
.
Moritur
.
Gov.
So
,
convey
his
hatefull
body
to
the
same
place
,
The
Iew
doth
lye
vnburied
.
Enter
at
seuerall
doores
Voad
and
Ward
.
Voad.
Iustice
,
let
mee
haue
Iustice
,
worthy
Gouernour
.
Ward
.
Giue
her
no
eare
,
she
is
all
woman
dissimulation
.
I
am
a
Turke
,
and
I
do
craue
the
law
.
Turk
.
He
hath
wounded
heere
a
Turke
,
a
Lady
,
and
We
craue
sentence
according
to
his
merit
.
He
may
receiue
the
Bastinado
,
pay
a
fine
.
Ward
.
Pay
a
fine
,
what
fine
,
from
one
that's
famished
,
For
want
of
a
poore
asper
,
set
me
to
sea
againe
,
The
tenth
of
what
I'le
bring
you
in
,
shall
countervaile
The
reuenew
of
the
Indies
.
Gou.
The
slaue
is
mad
,
we'le
send
you
far
enough
,
Lady
depose
the
for't
,
you
shall
haue
iustice
.
Voad.
By
our
great
Prophet
Mahomet
.
Ward
.
You
do
me
wrong
,
let
me
in
priuate
speake
to
her
Ere
she
betray
my
life
,
it
is
no
lesse
Then
your
owne
law
affoords
me
.
Turk
.
The
weakenesse
of
her
body
brookes
it
not
.
Gou.
How
say
you
Voada
,
can
you
afford
him
speech
?
Voad.
I'le
giue
his
vaine
words
hearing
,
though
to
much
paine
Oh
my
deepe
wound
let
all
remoue
from
hence
.
Ward
.
Had
she
a
heart
of
brasse
I' de
pierce
it
,
leaue
vs
all
.
Voad.
Now
sir
your
motion
,
Ward
.
Wherein
hath
my
desert
stro'd
so
much
ill
To
straine
thy
hate
,
to
this
a
high
beyond
,
What
we
seeme
malice
,
I
lou'd
that
face
so
well
To
purchase
it
I
exchang'd
my
heauen
with
hell
.
And
to
be
bar'd
what
I
so
deerely
paid
for
,
I'st
not
a
plague
sufficient
?
but
thy
faith
Must
now
be
sold
,
to
be
a
vengeance
greater
,
To
pay
me
vngratefull
hire
,
canst
thou
behold
These
eyes
stroke
inward
,
as
asham'd
to
view
The
fires
which
first
betraid
them
,
this
mind
,
body
,
That
doth
conteine
a
soule
more
blacke
and
dismall
Then
is
the
rauen
night
,
these
armes
,
that
haue
so
oft
Made
to
thee
rules
of
loue
,
now
famished
For
want
of
what
thou
surfets
on
,
canst
without
teares
Behold
my
miseries
?
Voad.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Ward
.
Prodigy
of
woman
,
dost
laugh
?
Voad.
This
is
true
musicke
,
could
I
inioy
these
tunes
My selfe
would
be
thy
Iaylor
.
Ward
.
Why
then
thy
wound
is
not
dangerous
?
Voad.
A
meere
scratch
,
know
that
I
am
reueng'd
Of
my
Fidelios
death
,
and
as
thy
tortures
Each
houre
increase
,
so
shall
my
harmony
Till
vengeance
period
giue
vnto
thy
destiny
.
Ward
.
I
will
discouer
thy
hypocrisy
.
Voad.
You
are
preuented
,
help
,
I
sound
,
I
fall
.
Ward
.
As
low
as
hell
there
keepe
thy
festiuall
.
Gou.
Hold
murderous
villaine
,
all
tortures
man
ere
knew
,
Shall
be
inflicted
on
thee
.
Omn.
Inhumane
dog
.
Ward
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
I
laugh
at
you
.
Here's
a
preseruatiue
,
against
all
your
poysons
True
Balsamum
for
villany
,
who
will
soare
high
First
lesson
that
he
learn's
,
must
be
to
dye
.
Heres
precedent
for
him
,
you're
slaus
of
Mahomet
Vngratefull
curs
,
that
haue
repaid
me
thus
For
all
the
seruice
that
I
haue
done
for
you
,
He
that
hath
brought
more
treasure
to
yuor
shore
Then
all
Arabia
yeelds
,
he
that
hath
showne
you
The
way
to
conquer
Europe
,
did
first
impart
,
What
your
forefathers
knew
not
,
the
seamans
art
;
Which
had
they
attein'd
,
this
vuiuerse
had
bene
One
Monarchy
:
may
all
your
seed
be
damn'd
The
name
of
Ottaman
be
the
onely
scorne
And
by-word
to
all
Nations
;
may
his
owne
slaues
Teare
out
the
bowels
of
the
last
remaines
Vnto
his
bloud-propt
throne
,
may
ye
cut
each
others
throate
:
Or
may
,
oh
may
the
force
of
Christendome
Be
reunited
,
and
all
at
once
require
The
liues
of
all
that
you
haue
murdered
,
Beating
a
path
out
to
Ierusalem
,
Ouer
the
bleeding
breasts
of
you
and
yours
.
Omn.
Vnheard
of
monster
.
Ward
.
Lastly
,
oh
may
I
be
the
last
of
all
my
country
That
trust
vnto
your
tretcheries
,
seducing
tretcheries
,
All
you
that
liue
by
theft
and
Piracies
,
That
sell
your
liues
and
soules
to
purchase
graues
,
That
dye
to
hell
,
and
liue
farre
worse
then
slaues
,
Let
dying
Ward
tell
you
that
heauen
is
iust
,
And
that
dispaire
attends
on
bloud
and
lust
:
Omn.
Downe
with
the
villaine
.
Gou.
Teare
the
wretch
peece-meale
,
throw
his
accursed
limbs
Into
the
raging
bowels
of
the
sea
.
His
monument
in
brasse
wee'le
thus
ingraue
,
VVard
sold
his
country
,
turn'd
Turke
,
and
died
a
slaue
.