A
Challenge
for
Beauty
.
Actus
primus
.
Scaena
prima
.
Enter
the
King
of
Portugall
,
Isabella
the
Queene
,
the
Lord
Bonavida
,
two
other
Lords
,
Centella
,
Pineda
,
with
a
great
traine
of
Attendants
.
King
.
THe
united
blood
of
Spaine
and
Portugall
,
Now
meetes
in
us
;
the
Hereditary
hopes
,
That
were
but
in
Conception
,
now
have
birth
,
And
what
was
but
Idea
,
till
this
day
,
Hath
put
on
essence
.
Omnes
.
Ioy
to
the
Prince
and
Princesse
.
King
.
This
Hayle
from
you
,
wee
count
a
blessing
to
us
,
And
more
then
common
greeting
,
as
from
Gentlemen
,
Crown'd
both
in
blood
,
and
vertue
.
Isabel.
These
perhapps
,
See
with
judiciall
eyes
unto
these
joyes
You
gaine
by
enjoying
us
.
King
.
Wee
find
them
great
.
Isabel.
But
great
?
wee
look'd
for
a
superlative
,
And
if
there
be
a
fit
,
and
knowne
degree
,
Above
compare
;
to
have
binne
mark'd
with
thee
Wee
would
not
have
a
thought
conceiv'd
of
us
,
But
should
be
mix'd
with
rapture
,
and
what
you
Terme
joy
,
transported
into
extasie
,
But
great
?
Bena.
Mee-thinkes
addition
great
enough
For
any
mortall
Woman
.
Cent.
To
such
goodnesse
,
Your
highnesse
might
have
lent
an
attribute
Of
farre
more
weight
,
and
splendor
.
King
.
Teach
us
that
?
Isabel.
I
shall
,
who
would
be
weigh'd
unto
my
worth
,
And
yet
in
all
my
poyse
not
loose
a
dram
,
Put
you
the
prowdest
Lady
in
one
scale
,
And
mee
into
another
.
Bona.
You
shall
mount
her
—
If
pride
will
do't
.
Isabel.
This
Beauty
,
Vertue
,
Birth
,
Shall
unto
mine
owne
Center
sinke
my selfe
,
And
lift
her
,
unto
nought
save
smoake
and
Ayre
.
Pine.
Nay
,
that
upon
my
knowledge
.
King
.
Faire
Isabella
,
Instruct
mee
modestly
in
what
I
erre
,
And
if
I
shall
but
skant
you
in
the
least
,
Ile
make
you
large
amends
.
Isabel.
Why
even
in
that
,
In
tearming
mee
but
faire
,
faire
Isabella
?
It
is
a
Milke-maides
title
,
every
Swaine
Bestowes
it
on
his
Mistris
,
nere
so
meane
,
Your
City
damsell
scornes
the
word
,
because
'Tis
common
in
the
Country
;
and
shall
wee
Bred
in
the
Courts
rich
glory
,
intertain't
?
What's
great
and
faire
?
wee
would
be
term'd
divine
.
Such
as
would
give
us
our
full
character
,
Must
search
for
Epithites
,
and
studie
phrase
.
Bona.
Examine
but
plaine
Mantuan
,
and
hee'l
tell
you
,
what
woman
is
.
Isabel.
Great
Prince
of
Portugall
,
Observe
in
me
thine
happinesse
,
thanke
not
Heaven
So
much
that
thou
wert
borne
,
nor
borne
a
Prince
,
But
that
thou
injoy'st
us
:
For
that
great
blessing
Give
thy
Creation
thankes
.
Cent.
So
he
well
may
.
Isabel.
Behold
I
here
expose
me
to
all
eyes
,
To
universal
censure
.
Lives
a
Lady
Greater
in
Blood
?
if
any
that
gainesay
Spaine
shall
maintaine
it
by
her
potency
;
Search
Italy
and
all
these
Climes
beyond
,
Come
by
the
Alps
backe
,
and
view
France
throughout
,
Produce
me
the
most
excellent
German
Froae
,
Examine
England
,
which
some
say
breeds
beauties
Beyond
all
these
,
and
Prince
;
your
Portugall
To
equall
this
;
this
?
doe
I
boast
of
those
That
are
not
mine
?
say
wee
ascribe
our
birth
Onely
to
Fortune
,
and
to
nature
forme
,
Count
both
these
accidentall
,
there's
a
third
Vertue
remaines
:
and
even
in
that
wee
dare
With
any
Princesse
of
the
World
contest
.
Come
,
your
free
censures
Lords
.
Pineda
,
Madam
I
hold
you
In
least
of
these
not
to
be
parallell'd
.
Centella
,
In
my
opinion
,
Madam
you
so
farre
Exceed
all
these
that
yet
mine
eyes
have
seene
Nay
heard
,
or
read
of
.
Bonavid.
O
base
flattery
!
Cent.
That
unto
those
beforetime
wondred
at
,
You
in
our
age
appeare
a
miracle
,
And
never
to
be
matcht
.
Isabella
.
We
observe
in
you
,
A
kind
of
inforct
silence
mixt
with
scornes
,
Your
tongue
hath
beene
so
back-ward
to
pronounce
So
definitive
a
sentence
.
Bonavid.
Know
then
Madam
,
I
must
confesse
(
although
a
womans
sonne
)
Yet
cannot
I
dissemble
,
neither
would
I
,
Should
I
be
rackt
and
tortured
,
then
with
pardon
Vnto
the
Prince
and
you
,
thus
much
I
thinke
,
I
not
deny
,
but
you
by
birth
are
royall
.
Beautious
,
or
else
I
should
condemne
mine
eyes
,
And
say
they
wore
false
lights
;
for
your
knowne
vertues
,
Traytor
he
were
,
that
should
but
question
them
,
I
make
this
attestation
,
yet
sweet
Princesse
,
These
praises
you
conferre
upon
your selfe
Though
they
be
just
and
true
from
your
owne
Tongue
Loose
part
of
their
great
luster
,
in
these
,
or
mee
,
They
would
have
had
more
sweetnesse
,
better
sownd
,
But
from
a
Tuskan
tongue
,
or
Porteguise
,
English
or
French
,
or
any
Strangers
mouth
,
Much
more
harmonious
relish
;
I
have
held
it
Still
as
a
Maxime
,
my
best
Iudging
dayes
,
Such
doubt
their
worths
are
forc'd
themselues
to
prayse
.
Isa.
Who
fitter
to
speake
trueth
,
then
Trueth's
own
tongue
?
Bona.
Yet
arrogance
in
Trueth
may
blemish
it
.
Isabel.
Of
Arrogance
us
?
Bona.
Call't
if
you
please
,
Selfe-love
:
Besides
in
man
or
woman
,
since
the
first
Nature
hath
yeelded
ded
none
so
absolute
,
To
whom
she
made
no
fellow
.
First
for
beautie
,
If
Greece
afforded
a
fayre
Hellen
,
Troy
Her
paralleld
with
a
Polyxena
:
For
Wisedome
,
Rome
presented
a
Cornelia
,
And
Lidia
a
Sosipatra
:
Chastity
?
Lucrece
,
of
whom
the
Romanes
so
much
boast
:
Did
not
the
selfe
same
Citie
breede
a
Portia
,
Who
when
she
heard
her
husband
Brutus
slaine
,
Kept
from
all
other
Engines
,
swallowed
fire
,
And
by
that
meanes
to
meete
with
him
in
death
,
Of
such
I
could
produce
yet
Infinite
;
And
Madam
though
I
must
confesse
you
rare
,
And
most
compleatly
perfect
in
all
these
,
Yet
not
so
choice
a
piece
,
but
the
wide
world
May
yeeld
you
a
competitor
.
Isabel.
As
you
are
,
Prince
,
And
over
hope
to
have
the
sweete
fruition
Of
those
pure
gifts
,
that
man
so
much
disdaines
;
Grant
mee
one
free
demand
.
King
.
Speake
and
obtaine
,
Isabel.
His
banishment
from
Spaine
and
Portugall
,
Never
hereafter
to
bee
capable
Of
Honor
,
of
Renowne
,
place
,
or
office
,
Till
hee
can
find
,
produce
,
and
set
before
vs
,
Our
match
in
Face
and
bosome
,
birth
wee
set
by
,
But
be
shee
woman
,
and
can
ballance
us
,
In
both
,
or
either
,
he
redeemes
his
exile
Without
such
,
to
returne
,
forfeits
his
head
,
Denie
this
Prince
,
you
banish
us
your
bed
.
King
.
Most
unpeer'd
Lady
,
that
,
not
for
ten
Worlds
,
For
if
an
husband
can
a
vassaile
bee
,
To
such
approved
vertues
;
I
am
hee
:
Lord
Bonavida
,
you
have
from
her
tongue
An
expresse
doome
,
that
cannot
bee
revok't
;
Tis
like
the
Persian
seale
vnalterable
:
And
come
my
divine
Princesse
;
Hee
shall
knowe
,
In
his
Iust
doome
,
what
zeale
to
you
wee
owe
.
Exit
K.
&
Isa.
Bona.
Is
this
Trueth's
merit
?
Can
the
Court
find
place
For
none
but
flatterers
,
and
must
I
be
made
The
first
example
of
her
Tyrannie
?
Shall
I
be
made
a
president
through
Spaine
,
To
deterre
men
from
speaking
in
the
Court
What's
Iust
and
honest
?
Nay
,
wee
terme
this
law
,
Or
meere
oppression
.
What
an
Infinite
taske
Am
I
confin'd
too
?
One
as
vertuous
No
Cloister
scarce
but
could
supply
me
with
,
And
never
travell
further
;
but
the
doubt
is
,
Whether
it
harbour
in
so
smooth
a
skinne
;
As
faire
a
face
,
I
might
with
ease
produce
,
But
Where's
the
Vertue
then
?
since
few
there
are
That
weare
both
these
ascriptions
,
Chaste
,
and
fayre
:
In
all
his
twelue
great
labours
,
Hercules
Was
not
thus
task'd
by
Iuno
.
Enter
the
Clowne
.
Clow.
Ill
newes
flies
apace
,
and
hath
pluck't
mee
by
the
eares
already
,
well
,
whosoever
pronounc'd
that
sentence
;
I
hope
no body
heares
mee
:
I
would
his
Portugall
skinne
were
tann'd
into
Spanish
Leather
,
and
either
cut
into
some
slovenly
Boote
,
to
be
dabled
in
the
durt
without
a
Galoach
,
or
snip'd
into
a
Saint
Martines
Ierkin
,
that
never
came
within
the
sent
of
a
perfumers
shoppe
.
Bona.
Had
shee
propos'd
to
find
her
match
for
pride
,
There
had
binne
then
no
helpe
,
no
hope
at
all
;
For
that
had
bin
the
harder
taske
of
two
.
Clow.
In
stead
of
confin'd
had
his
doome
beene
to
have
been
coffin'd
,
there
had
beene
some
comfort
,
he
might
have
still
kept
his
Country
,
but
in
plaine
Portenguise
and
Spanish
,
both
banisht
Bona.
I
am
sure
thou
hearest
the
newes
.
Clow.
How
can
I
chuse
,
being
in
the
mouth
of
every
Diego
,
which
I
no
sooner
heard
,
but
I
so
sought
that
I
might
finde
you
,
and
so
finde
you
neuer
hereafter
to
lose
you
,
for
without
you
this
is
no
place
for
mee
,
and
without
mee
no
Country
can
bee
a
Country
for
you
.
And
so
a
Figge
for
Spaine
,
and
a
Prune
for
Pertugall
.
Bona.
I
both
accept
and
will
reward
thy
love
,
If
ere
my
Fate
be
to
revisite
home
.
First
these
,
then
severall
Countries
we
will
trie
,
To
finde
out
this
choyse
peece
.
Clow.
That's
you
and
I
.
Exeunt
Enter
Petrocella
,
Aldana
her
father
.
Ald.
Why
how
!
mistris
daughter
,
have
you
conquered
the
West
Indies
,
that
you
weare
a
gold
Mine
on
your
backe
,
this
wearing
will
make
your
fathers
revenewes
shrink
.
Petr.
Ile
be
so
bold
as
stretch
them
on
the
tenters
and
they
do
Ald.
Y'are
a
good
Iewell
the
whilst
.
Petr.
And
Iewels
must
be
set
in
gold
father
,
Ile
not
lose
the
least
dram
of
my
lustre
.
Ald.
You
will
not
,
and
to
what
end
suits
all
this
bravery
pray
?
Petr.
To
a
good
end
if
my
Ayme
bee
steady
.
Heare
you
the
Newes
at
Court
.
Ald.
Of
Valladauraes
fight
at
Sea
;
is
this
golden
baite
for
him
?
Petr.
'Las
poore
Sea-calfe
:
'tis
not
his
love
I
angle
for
,
I
fish
deeper
streames
and
for
a
richer
draught
,
have
you
not
heard
of
Bonavida's
fortunes
?
Ald.
To
parallell
the
Queene
in
beauty
and
vertue
?
which
he
can
never
doe
.
Petr.
Which
he
may
easily
doe
,
her
Prerogative
of
birth
set
apart
what
blemish
doe
you
see
in
mee
that
I
may
not
bee
the
woman
?
Ald.
Thou
foolish
girle
:
then
compare
a
Glow-worme
with
a
Starre
,
a
Starre
with
the
Sunne
.
Petr.
And
the
Sunne
with
a
Burning
glasse
:
Come
,
come
,
you're
dim-sighted
Father
,
could
you
see
with
my
eyes
,
and
judge
with
my
understanding
,
your
comparison
would
hold
é
contrario
I
assure
you
:
thy
hasty
newes
?
Enter
servant
.
Ser.
A
Noble
Gentleman
—
Petr.
Would
speake
with
mee
;
(
Bonavide
in
my
Conscience
)
Is't
not
so
fellow
?
Ser.
I
am
not
familliar
with
his
name
:
He
is
of
a
noble
aspect
.
Petr.
It
can
be
none
but
hee
,
give
mee
fresh
ornaments
,
see
your
errour
now
father
,
Cupid
and
Venus
,
rich
and
new
attires
:
Bonavide
come
?
live
in
my
cheeke
sweet
beauty
:
Eloquence
attend
my
tongue
,
and
perfection
my
behaviour
:
Came
hee
on
horsebacke
or
Caroach't
.
Ser.
Neither
of
either
.
He
is
new
come
from
Sea
.
Petr.
Certainely
he
having
lost
his
labour
in
forraine
search
he
meetes
his
hopes
at
home
,
the
more
my
honour
still
:
flye
and
admit
him
.
Your
Counsell
father
,
shall
I
seeme
strange
of
familiar
,
wanton
or
serious
,
affable
or
peevish
,
I
am
as
full
of
humors
as
an
April
day
of
variety
,
how
shall
I
beare
my selfe
?
Ald.
Ene
in
the
mid'st
meane
,
daughter
,
or
let
me
see
and
thou
wilt
be
ruld
by
me
,
beare
thy selfe
—
E'ne
how
thou
wilt
,
provided
it
be
to
thine
owne
profit
,
and
my
further
honour
:
Noble
Bonavide
has
Valladaur
a
Daughter
?
do
you
know
this
gallant
?
Petr.
Valladaura
I
hate
,
this
gentleman
acquainted
with
my
beauty
,
reveald
it
to
Bonavide
:
Sir
you
have
bound
mee
to
you
,
and
comes
to
usher
him
to
my
presence
.
Ald.
Marry
and
wellcome
,
my
further
honour
still
.
Petr.
We
stay
his
comming
,
pray
Sir
so
returne
him
.
Vall.
Whose
comming
?
Petr.
His
,
your
Masters
Bonavide's
.
Vall.
You
speake
Riddles
to
me
.
Petr.
Be
your
owne
O
Edipus
and
dissolve
them
then
.
Ald.
Come
not
you
Nuntius
from
Bonavida
Sir
?
Vall.
I
am
mine
owne
Nuntius
and
my
Errand's
love
.
Ald.
I
heare
no
hurt
,
my
further
honour
still
.
Vall.
Which
I
am
come
in
person
to
deliver
To
this
rare
beauty
.
Ald.
Honour
upon
honour
.
Petr.
My
fortunes
flie
of
to
strong
a
wing
,
to
stoope
so
low
a
pitch
,
is
not
Bonavida
come
yet
?
Ald.
As
much
as
ere
he
will
I
thinke
,
Valladauraes
a
prettie
piece
of
flesh
ceaze
him
:
play
not
Esops
cur
,
lose
not
the
substance
in
expectation
of
the
shadow
:
'tis
a
dog
trick
many
Ladies
have
practis'd
:
bosome
him
,
doe
.
Petr.
What
,
this
meane
creature
?
Ald.
And
he
were
meaner
,
so
thou
getst
profit
,
and
thy
father
honour
by't
.
Vall.
Are
all
my
hopes
repaid
with
scorne
?
Ald.
He
begins
to
recoyle
,
clap
him
close
to
thy
breast
,
hee's
gone
else
.
Petr.
Nay
,
Valladaura
.
Vall.
Have
I
laid
out
more
breath
In
sacrificing
vowes
,
and
fruitlesse
Sonnets
Vnto
that
be
beautious
shrine
,
than
ere
man
did
?
Petr.
Come
,
be
not
passionate
,
though
I
know
both
my
worth
and
beauty
,
and
understand
what
Orbe
they
move
into
:
I
am
not
so
much
infected
with
that
same
Court-sicknesse
Philantia
,
or
selfe-love
,
to
scorne
the
service
of
any
generous
Spirit
.
Ald.
How
,
neither
for
thy
profit
,
nor
thy
fathers
honour
?
Petr.
In
sober
conference
then
,
what
bounded
service
,
have
you
ever
done
my
beauty
,
that
may
challenge
the
least
interest
in
my
love
?
Vall.
As
many
as
man
can
,
I
writ
my selfe
(
And
truly
)
lover
ere
I
could
write
man
,
Passing
my
service
as
a
star
,
where
she
The
blest
Idea
of
thy
glorious
feature
,
Drawne
by
the
curious
working
of
my
thoughts
,
Gave
me
the
better
,
I
put
out
to
Sea
,
And
there
—
Petr.
What
did
you
?
Ald.
For
thy
honour
now
;
what
didst
at
Sea
?
Vall.
As
much
as
any
man
—
Ald.
That
did
no
more
than
thou
didst
,
thy
further
honor
stil
.
Vall.
Somewhat
I
did
:
but
what
,
let
these
deepe
wounds
Vndrest
and
unbound
up
deliver
.
Petr.
They
are
tonguetide
,
and
cannot
speak
for
blushing
,
pretty
ornaments
for
a
souldier
,
how
came
you
by
them
tro
?
honestly
Vall.
As
noble
Hector
did
by
his
,
but
by
An
enemy
farre
more
valiant
than
his
.
Ald.
I
like
that
well
,
thy
further
honour
still
.
Vall.
At
Sea
I
met
with
a
bold
man
of
war
,
And
somewhat
more
,
an
Englishman
:
Oh
had
Your
eye
(
but
fate
denied
that
blessednesse
)
Witnest
our
bearing
,
and
how
far
the
thought
Of
you
and
your
rare
beauty
carried
me
Above
my
strength
.
Petr.
I
should
have
said
what
you
are
forc't
to
acknowledge
that
my
beauty
had
been
the
better
man
.
Ald.
I
am
proud
of
that
,
my
further
honour
still
.
Pe.
All
this
while
you
are
beholding
to
my
beauty
,
&
I
nothing
in
debt
to
your
valour
,
which
for
ought
I
gather
,
is
nothing
at
all
Vall.
Nothing
?
to
enter
,
and
hold
single
combat
With
such
a
daring
opposite
,
nothing
,
to
take
These
dangerous
wounds
,
and
bring
'em
home
undrest
?
Petr.
'Twas
I
confesse
somewhat
to
take
these
wounds
,
yet
in
my
minde
he
that
gives
the
cognizance
has
more
reason
to
boast
of
it
,
than
hee
that
weares
it
:
shew
mee
the
man
that
gave
you
these
wounds
and
I'le
commend
his
valour
.
Ald.
For
giving
of
'em
?
Knight
there's
small
honour
in
taking
of
'em
though
in
my
judgement
,
but
what
was
he
?
Vall.
A
man
whose
noble
valour
I
must
speake
.
Petr.
Good
reason
,
he
has
paid
you
soundly
for't
afore
hand
.
Vall.
In
love
and
honour
I
shall
ever
serve
him
.
Petr.
So
I
thought
,
for
you
weare
a
livery
of
his
,
cut
to
the
skin
and
lind
with
Crimson
:
had
you
gin't
him
,
I
should
have
cane
you
for
the
Master
.
But
pardon
me
,
I
soare
too
high
for
a
serving-man
,
your
eare
,
I
am
modest
,
away
,
hie
to
the
suburbes
,
bribe
some
honest
Barbarsurgeon
to
wash
off
your
dishonor
and
hear
your
infamy
.
That
done
once
,
learne
this
tenet
of
the
war
,
The
honour's
more
to
give
than
weare
a
scar
.
Each
coward
may
doe
that
.
Exit
.
Vall.
'Tis
not
my
fate
but
mine
owne
imperfection
,
That
makes
the
act
in
it selfe
good
and
laudable
,
Ill
and
distastfull
,
were
my
services
Done
by
some
other
,
they
must
needs
become
And
grace
the
owner
,
were
my
words
deliv'rd
From
any
tongue
but
mine
,
they
could
not
choose
But
win
attention
:
Had
my
love
beene
bred
In
any
breast
but
mine
,
it
could
not
thus
Be
scorn'd
and
bafled
.
I
of
all
the
world
Am
most
infortunate
,
neither
act
,
word
,
or
love
Can
please
your
audience
,
or
compassion
move
.
Exit
.
Actus
secundus
Scena
prima
.
Enter
Lo.
Bonavide
and
the
Clowne
.
Bona.
AFter
our
tedious
travells
wee
at
length
Are
safe
arriv'd
in
England
,
speake
what
use
Hast
made
of
our
long
Voyage
?
Clow.
Such
as
Travellers
use
,
for
by
long
practise
I
am
now
at
length
growne
perfect
,
and
the
truth
is
I
can
lie
in
any
language
.
Bona.
But
in
our
quest
of
this
rare
piece
of
beauty
And
Vertue
mixt
,
to
rival
the
great
Princesse
,
What
thinkest
thou
of
our
triall
made
in
Spaine
?
Clow.
I
thinke
of
it
as
I
ever
did
,
that's
as
of
a
bottle
of
hay
,
and
the
Creature
you
talke
of
,
a
Needle
a
very
Spanish
Needle
,
which
I
feare
you
wil
never
live
to
hit
ful
in
the
eie
:
Spayne
!
there
are
so
many
Mores
int
,
that
I
know
you
would
hope
of
nothing
lesse
:
besides
the
most
beauties
of
Spaine
have
been
oft
in
Civill
.
Bona.
What
then
of
Portugall
?
Clow.
Worse
then
the
tother
:
the
Women
there
are
for
the
most
part
like
their
Orindges
,
the
fayrer
the
outside
the
rottenner
within
,
and
the
founder
at
the
heart
,
the
rougher
the
skinne
;
the
Country
is
too
hot
,
too
hot
.
Bona.
What
of
the
Russian
then
?
Clow.
As
of
a
Country
too
cold
,
and
in
cold
countries
I
know
we
should
have
but
cold
comfort
,
besides
the
women
goe
wrapt
in
so
much
fur
,
that
of
necessity
they
must
have
more
haire
then
wit
,
besides
they
cannot
be
wise
they
have
so
much
adoo
to
keep
themselves
warme
,
and
more
than
that
,
what
might
the
Prince
and
Princesse
thinke
,
if
after
all
our
long
travells
,
wee
should
come
home
,
and
present
them
with
a
rush
?
Bona.
Which
only
taking
her
great
title
of
Is
worth
more
than
her selfe
,
of
Italy
Then
give
me
thy
true
censure
.
Clow.
The
cleane
contrary
way
,
oh
,
my
Lord
,
there
are
so
many
Italian
Locks
,
that
I
know
it
was
unpossible
your
owne
key
should
open
them
all
.
Moreover
these
that
are
naturally
jealous
of
their
women
,
it
is
probable
their
women
naturally
give
them
cause
.
Bona.
For
France
.
Clow.
What
the
pox
should
we
speake
of
that
,
knowing
what
is
bred
in
the
bone
,
will
hardly
out
of
the
flesh
?
Bona.
The
women
of
high
Germany
?
Clow.
A
place
that
I
should
highly
stand
for
,
if
the
Princesse
had
impos'd
on
us
a
chalenge
for
drinking
.
Bona.
Of
the
Low-Countries
then
.
Clow.
In
Flushing
,
there
is
good
riding
,
but
not
without
danger
.
For
many
at
a
high
tide
,
have
been
like
to
have
beene
cast
away
in
the
road
.
At
Middleborough
,
night
or
day
you
could
scarce
finde
the
Exchange
empty
.
At
Bristles
,
if
you
remember
you
were
us'd
but
roughly
:
At
Sluce
we
were
both
well
wash't
,
Nimmingham
bid
you
looke
to
your
Skonce
:
and
Ostend
,
beware
the
Cat
.
Don-hague
is
full
of
Witches
,
and
had
wee
but
tutcht
at
Rot
or
Dam
,
ten
to
one
we
had
never
come
off
sound
men
.
Much
adoo
wee
had
to
finde
New-Port
:
Therefore
if
ever
you
come
to
Bergen
,
see
you
make
it
wisely
.
Bona.
And
now
,
there's
hope
I
shall
,
this
Albion
That
fitly
beares
name
of
his
chalky
cliffs
,
Breeds
wondrous
choyse
of
Beauties
,
wise
,
and
lovely
,
Scarce
to
be
match't
in
all
the
world
besides
,
'Mongst
which
I
have
took
particular
view
of
one
,
Whom
had
the
Trojan
Ravisher
beheld
,
Troy
had
still
stood
,
the
Queene
of
Love
disgrac't
,
And
she
alone
had
gain'd
the
golden
prize
,
For
which
the
three
celestiall
beauties
strove
.
Clow.
I
grant
you
the
face
,
but
if
shee
should
prove
rotten
at
the
heart
,
there's
the
question
.
Bona.
I
thinke
none
to
be
made
.
First
for
her
birth
,
I
have
inquir'd
her
noble
:
For
her
breeding
,
It
hath
been
'mongst
her
equalls
,
and
so
farre
From
least
taxation
,
to
the
sayle
of
tongues
,
It
merits
imitation
;
of
her
chastity
Some
proofes
I
have
made
,
and
found
it
like
the
Diamond
,
Save
by
a
Diamond
never
to
be
wrought
.
Could
opportunity
have
mov'd
,
words
tempted
,
Perswasions
tooke
effect
,
or
guifts
prevail'd
,
Beneath
my
much
importance
she
had
falne
:
But
like
a
promontory
rocke
shee
stands
,
At
all
the
curled
Oceans
wrath
unmov'd
,
Telling
the
gusts
,
and
bearing
every
storme
,
Yet
on
such
vertues
are
her
bases
fixt
,
Shee
is
not
to
be
shaken
,
then
in
her
My
travells
take
their
period
.
Clow.
Then
I
would
shes
and
you
were
agreed
,
that
you
might
come
to
a
full
poynt
:
and
here
shee
comes
,
now
or
never
make
a
full
conclusion
,
and
write
Finis
.
Enter
Leonera
and
her
Daughter
.
Leo.
Daughter
,
What
thinke
you
of
this
stranger
?
Helle.
As
a
stranger
.
Leo.
Of
his
carriage
and
complement
.
Helle.
As
things
for
which
he
hath
travell'd
,
'tis
easie
For
him
that
hath
the
liberty
of
many
Grounds
to
picke
himselfe
a
choys
Nosegay
,
And
hee
that
hath
travell'd
so
many
Countries
,
Out
of
every
one
peculiarizing
what's
best
;
With
what
small
difficulty
may
such
a
one
Appeare
complementall
?
Leo.
His
proffers
to
you
were
large
.
Helle.
And
the
performance
may
perhaps
prove
like
His
journey
,
long
.
Leo.
What
thinke
you
of
his
person
?
Helle.
That
there's
many
one
cannot
pray
so
well
as
He
,
that
is
better
benefic't
.
Leo.
But
say
hee
had
power
to
performe
all
that
hee
hath
promised
.
Helle.
Onely
this
,
that
I
have
power
in
my selfe
to
say
More
then
I
have
yet
either
promis'd
him
,
or
You
to
utter
.
Clow.
Did
you
not
heare
her
talke
of
utter
,
for
shame
Sir
,
either
utter
your
minde
now
to
the
full
,
or
else
utterly
give
it
over
.
Bona.
Madam
,
What
say
you
to
my
suit
?
Helle.
I
needes
must
say
Sir
,
it
becomes
you
well
,
Graces
your
person
,
and
your
person
it
:
I
like
both
Stuffe
and
fashion
.
Bona.
Oh
,
sweet
Lady
,
'Tis
good
to
play
with
such
as
use
to
sport
,
But
with
the
staid
be
serious
.
Clow.
Now
whilst
they
are
in
talke
,
will
I
hold
some
discourse
or
other
with
the
old
Gentlewoman
:
because
shee
shall
not
interrupt
them
.
May
it
please
your
old
Ladiship
—
Hee
takes
her
aside
.
Leo.
Out
of
this
fellow
,
I
may
finde
perhaps
That
which
his
Master
would
have
loath
reveald
,
I'le
joyne
with
him
in
conference
.
Helle
Since
you
tax
me
of
jest
,
I
charge
you
Sir
Henceforth
to
speake
all
earnest
,
or
stand
mute
,
Bona.
I
vow
it
by
my
greatest
blisse
on
earth
,
(
My
hopes
I
have
in
you
.
)
Helle.
Ile
try
your
faith
,
Have
you
in
all
the
countries
you
have
travell'd
Never
made
proofe
of
Lady
?
Bona.
Yes
,
in
all
,
And
in
each
clime
,
of
many
.
Helle.
Nay
,
I
thought
what
I
should
finde
you
,
trust
a
strangers
love
as
gold
to
court
the
winde
.
If
then
such
numbers
,
Why
,
after
all
these
trialls
make
you
me
The
last
of
all
your
t'sales
?
Bona.
Last
of
my
hopes
,
Or
period
of
my
wishes
,
had
you
said
,
I
should
have
answered
then
,
onely
because
Of
all
you
are
most
perfect
.
Helle.
Now
you
flatter
.
Leo.
A
Lord
saidst
thou
?
Clowne
.
I
,
and
I
assure
your
Ladiship
,
ally'de
to
the
best
Grandoes
of
Spaine
,
nay
more
then
so
,
—
Bona.
As
I
confesse
you
perfect
,
I
intreate
Let
not
my
merited
prayses
make
you
proud
,
And
vie
your
owne
worth
;
I
shall
wonder
then
:
Know
Madam
,
that
I
left
my
Countrey
Spaine
,
And
there
my
many
honours
,
not
of
pleasure
,
But
by
compulsive
force
,
unwillingly
,
My
voyage
purposely
to
find
out
you
,
Which
ere
I
could
,
I
have
travell'd
Kingdomes
through
,
Search'd
Courts
,
examin'd
Cities
,
nay
even
Villages
.
Helle.
For
mee
?
Bona.
For
you
;
for
the
chiefe
Paragon
Of
Beautie
match't
with
Vertue
;
therefore
you
For
one
to
rivall
the
great
Spanish
Princesse
,
Matchlesse
in
both
,
through
halfe
the
world
,
save
you
,
Indeede
I
flatter
not
,
you
are
that
Myne
,
(
Oh
Lady
,
might
I
truely
say
that
Mine
:
)
No
India
yeelds
,
save
this
,
but
thine
;
the
sunne
.
To
out-shine
that
candle
,
none
but
this
cleere
splendor
,
Dimmes
her
imperfect
glories
;
You
by
this
Shall
winne
your selfe
a
name
through
all
the
world
,
And
purchase
admiration
:
mee
that
so
Have
prys'd
you
,
and
esteem'd
you
,
marking
you
Mongst
thousands
,
for
a
piece
unparralleld
:
Before
all
things
,
my
Countrey
,
Honors
,
Friends
,
That
else
like
a
poore
exile
forfeit
all
,
And
Lady
,
you
the
cause
on't
:
If
my
Love
,
Grounded
upon
such
strong
opinion
Merit
repulse
;
if
you
will
loose
your selfe
,
And
hazard
mee
,
that
have
my
head
ingag'd
To
make
this
good
:
I
onely
shall
report
The
strangest
thing
in
my
long
search
I
finde
,
Beautie
with
Vertue
mixt
,
prov'd
both
unkinde
.
Helle.
Which
should
I
be
?
—
pray
give
me
leave
to
pause
,
And
then
expect
my
answere
.
Leo.
And
hath
hee
chus'd
her
out
amongst
so
many
?
Clow.
Yes
,
and
meanes
to
make
her
a
great
Lady
,
to
possesse
her
of
all
his
fortunes
,
to
put
downe
all
the
prime
Ladies
of
Spaine
:
and
for
Beautie
and
Vertue
,
to
bee
preferr'd
before
the
great
Princesse
her selfe
.
Leo.
To
this
,
should
shee
not
willingly
assent
,
Shee
were
no
more
my
daughter
.
Bona.
Now
,
your
answere
.
Helle.
Should
this
be
true
,
that
you
preferre
this
face
Before
the
beauties
of
so
many
clymes
:
And
that
your
life
and
meanes
soly
depend
,
There
to
expose
it
freely
,
I
should
much
Digresse
from
honor
,
to
neglect
such
love
,
And
should
I
not
in
unseene
Vertue
strive
To
equall
that
seene
beautie
you
so
prayse
,
I
should
then
much
wrong
that
great
character
You
have
bestow'd
upon
mee
.
Leo.
Which
you
shall
not
;
Daughter
,
I
say
you
shall
not
;
Sir
,
shee's
yours
,
Or
I
disclaime
her
ever
.
Helle.
Pray
good
mother
,
A
little
pardon
mee
;
how
shall
I
know
What
heere
you
promise
,
you
can
there
make
good
.
Clow.
If
you
distrust
his
word
,
cake
mine
,
which
will
passe
in
Spaine
for
more
Myravids
,
then
the
best
Squiers
in
England
for
Farthing-tokens
.
Bona.
That
you
may
know
it
is
not
lust
,
but
love
,
And
the
true
speculation
I
have
tane
,
In
both
these
adjuncts
,
that
proclaime
you
rare
,
That
'tis
to
have
you
denison'd
in
Spaine
,
Be
instated
in
my
liberall
fortunes
there
,
To
appeare
in
Court
a
forraigne
miracle
,
And
not
to
make
you
heere
my
Prostitute
;
I
onely
begge
your
promise
,
that
,
being
granted
,
Ile
backe
into
my
Countrey
,
tell
the
Princesse
,
What
heere
in
England
I
have
seene
and
found
,
My
peace
being
made
,
I
will
returne
thus
farre
,
To
fixe
you
in
that
spheare
a
splendant
starre
,
And
this
is
all
I
crave
Leo.
'Tis
just
,
and
honest
,
In
this
can
be
no
fallacie
at
all
.
Helle.
As
trueth
then
I
accept
it
,
and
am
yours
.
Bona.
And
Lady
,
I
your
creature
:
For
by
you
I
am
new
made
;
as
Mistris
of
this
contract
.
Accept
this
Ring
,
which
never
part
withall
,
But
to
my selfe
in
person
.
Helle.
Not
in
death
,
T'shall
with
me
to
my
grave
.
Bona.
To
prove
your
constancy
,
One
Imposition
more
;
there
may
be
traines
Layd
to
intrap
our
love
,
to
injure
you
,
And
forfeit
mee
,
therefore
till
my
returne
,
Which
shall
be
with
what
suddennesse
I
can
:
Be
showne
unto
no
stranger
.
Helle.
These
I
vow
,
And
pray
you
keepe
this
token
with
that
care
That
I
shall
your
commands
,
on
this
presume
.
Of
which
,
through
all
Hesperia
you
may
boast
,
Though
my
face
please
,
yet
shall
my
vertue
most
.
Bona.
Thou
hast
lost
Isabella
;
and
I
gain'd
Me
an
Empire
by
my
travell
:
I
by
you
Am
new
created
,
being
lost
and
gone
,
With
this
most
sweete
addition
,
two
in
one
.
Clow.
A
good
hearing
,
and
I
and
the
old
Gentlewoman
are
both
witnesses
to
the
bargen
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Valladaura
,
solus
.
Valla.
Approve
no
act
,
tho
nere
so
well
becomming
Part
,
so
well
beautified
,
phrase
aptly
languag'd
,
To
the
very
Tone
and
Accent
of
the
Time
,
But
seemes
in
me
defam'd
and
rusticall
;
None
can
indure
my
sight
,
all
things
I
doe
Are
construed
to
the
worst
;
I
walke
the
streetes
,
Salute
I
all
I
meete
,
none
resaluteth
mee
,
But
looke
askue
,
and
point
,
and
laugh
at
mee
,
As
who
should
say
;
See
Petrocellaes
Scorne
,
And
that
which
wounds
me
deeper
then
death
can
,
The
more
I
strive
to
make
me
worth
her
love
,
So
much
the
more
unworthy
shee
reputes
mee
.
Enter
Pineda
,
and
Centella
,
conferring
.
Pine.
And
faith
what
think'st
of
Bonavidaes
undertaking
?
Cent.
As
of
the
man
himselfe
,
most
frivolous
and
idle
;
He
parallell
the
Queene
?
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Valla.
They
speake
of
mee
,
and
seale
it
with
a
smile
:
That
I
could
sinke
,
and
hide
me
in
the
Center
.
Pine.
Bold
Valladaura
,
well
return'd
from
Sea
:
wee
heare
—
Valla.
Of
my
disgrace
,
what
a
swift
wing
has
Rumor
?
Cent.
You
met
a
bold
and
noble
opposite
.
Valla.
Have
you
heard
that
too
?
Pine.
But
beautious
Petrocella
—
Valla.
Shee
has
told
all
:
I
shall
be
Ballated
,
Sung
up
and
downe
by
Minstrills
?
Gentlemen
,
Tho
my
successe
fell
short
of
my
intent
,
Let
it
meete
faire
construction
.
Pine.
It
deserves
no
lesse
.
Cent.
Your
noble
bearing
,
has
given
our
moderne
gallants
Plaine-song
to
descant
on
.
Valla.
They
scoffe
me
palpably
:
but
noble
friends
,
Such
I
have
ever
reckon'd
you
,
Let's
change
Discourse
a
while
in
private
.
Walke
and
conferre
.
Enter
Turkish
Captaine
,
Mont
Ferars
,
Monhurst
,
Prisoners
.
With
others
.
Turk
.
Of
all
the
Christians
this
arme
ever
try'd
,
You
come
the
neerest
men
:
What
Countrey
?
Fera.
England
.
Turk
.
Y'ar
Nobly
Spirited
:
Have
you
got
your
ransomes
?
Manh.
None
but
our
lives
.
Fer.
Them
thus
wee
tender
.
Turk
.
They
are
Iewells
:
We
rather
wish
to
weare
,
than
part
withall
,
But
need
commands
us
to
make
instant
sale
;
To
the
Male-Market
with
'em
,
each
man
carries
His
price
upon
his
shoulder
,
goe
goe
,
try
the
Market
,
Our selfe
will
stay
,
and
answer
customers
.
Vall.
Y'ave
given
both
me
and
my
feares
satisfaction
,
I
shall
report
you
noble
,
and
esteeme
my
credit
Much
richer
than
I
did
:
As
I
said
,
my
opposer
Had
man
enough
in
him
,
and
indeed
more
Then
I
have
knowne
in
many
.
Pyn.
The
Land
breeds
few
other
:
what's
here
,
a
Market
of
Slaves
?
Vall.
Manly
proportions
?
Ha!
Mont
.
Ferrers
?
Fer.
Death
!
My
mortall
foe
?
how
is
my
poore
life
hunted
?
Vall.
You
doe
not
know
me
?
Fer.
I
must
give
you
one
lie
,
to
say
I
doe
.
Vall.
'Tis
surely
hee
,
yet
if
it
be
,
mischance
Has
made
him
much
unlike
himselfe
,
when
he
And
I
vy'd
valour
on
the
purple
deck
,
He
wote
a
looke
more
manly
;
I'le
try
further
.
Were
you
nere
Captaine
of
a
Ship
at
Sea
?
Fer.
I
had
nere
been
slave
unto
a
Turke
,
a shore
else
.
Vall.
Of
England
?
your
name
Ferrars
?
Fer.
Rather
than
deny
—
My
name
and
Country
,
I'le
acknowledge
any
Thing
base
or
deadly
:
I
confesse
you
know
me
,
Vall.
You
shall
know
me
too
,
ere
we
part
.
Fer.
I
shall
?
Vall.
Vnto
some
cost
you
shall
,
trust
tot
.
Exit
.
Fer.
If
Fate
Has
writ
my
name
in
her
blacke
booke
:
and
this
The
hind-most
minute
of
my
howers
,
I
scorne
To
bribe
the
Beldame
to
wipe't
out
againe
.
Pin.
You
know
the
Gentleman
confer'd
with
you
?
Fer.
For
a
bold
Foe
,
and
a
proud
Spanyard
.
Pyn.
You
may
have
cause
to
say
so
:
h'as
sent
you
Ransome
.
Fer.
My
ransome
?
Why
?
Why
should
he
ransome
me
?
Nay
rather
,
why
should
I
aske
that
?
I
saw
Inveterate
hate
flame
in
his
burning
eye
,
He
frees
me
from
slight
bondage
of
the
Turke
To
slave
me
to
himselfe
,
and
exercise
New
tyranny
:
he
meets
a
living
grave
That's
vassall
unto
him
,
was
once
his
slave
;
That
fate
o'retakes
me
:
I
will
not
accept
it
.
Mon.
Your
reason
?
Fer.
Not
that
I
desire
to
live
Slave
to
a
turke
,
or
feare
the
bloodie
usage
Of
an
ambitious
Spanyard
:
Death
is
but
death
What
shape
so ere
he
comes
in
.
Pin.
Why
are
ye
so
loath
to
meete
him
then
?
Fer.
Though
you
cannot
inforce
so
much
,
Ile
tell
you
,
See
you
this
man
?
One
that
with
me
hath
fronted
The
wrath
,
and
utmost
violence
of
Fate
,
Should
mine
owne
Countrimen
,
nay
,
naturall
mother
,
Or
my
kind
Sister
,
whose
faire
eyes
I
honour
,
Should
the
best
Lord
of
these
have
sent
my
ransome
,
Had
it
come
single
without
his
,
as
this
,
I
would
have
spurn'd
,
and
sent
it
backe
.
Cent.
You
would
Sir
?
We
shall
returne
so
much
.
Pin.
And
be
perswaded
to
finde
usage
answerable
to
your
Contempt
.
Exit
.
Man.
Why
for
my
sake
doe
you
neglect
your
freedome
?
Fer.
Because
for
mine
,
thou
hast
not
lov'd
thy
life
,
But
throwne
it
upon
dangers
more
than
common
:
Because
for
me
,
thou
left'st
thy
native
land
,
Father
and
Friends
,
and
to
make
me
a
fortune
Vnmade
thine
owne
;
gav'st
both
thy selfe
and
fate
Wholly
to
me
;
thinke
me
not
so
unjust
To
lose
a
Iewell
made
o're
to
me
in
trust
.
But
they
returne
.
Enter
Pineda
and
Contella
.
Pin.
Here's
both
their
Ransomes
,
Throwes
downe
the
bags
.
Turk
.
And
theres
both
the
slaves
,
A
better
peny-worth
of
flesh
and
bloud
Turk
never
sold
.
Fer.
Nor
Christian
but
a
Spanyard
Would
ere
have
bought
.
Pin.
Oh
yes
,
your
English
Iewes
,
they'le
buy
and
sell
their
fathers
,
prostrate
their
wives
,
and
make
money
of
their
own
children
,
the
male
stewes
can
witnesse
that
:
come
on
Sir
,
you
must
along
.
Mon.
How
,
must
?
Cent.
And
shall
,
prating
you
English
slave
?
Enter
Valladaura
.
Vall.
You
know
me
now
?
Fer.
Yes
truly
,
for
a
Tirant
,
And
bloody
hangman
:
had
I
knowne
thee
halfe
so
well
.
When
on
the
Deck
I
had
thee
at
my
mercy
,
I
would
have
ground
my
sword
upon
thy
bones
,
And
writ
my
freedome
in
thy
blood
.
Vall.
I
live
,
To
doe
the
like
by
thee
—
Fer.
And
I
breathe
yet
,
To
dare
thee
to
thy
utmost
:
and
may
winne
More
honour
of
thee
,
by
my
manly
suffering
,
Than
thou
,
by
base
inflicting
:
My
friend
and
I
Like
two
chaine-bullets
,
side
by
side
,
will
fly
Thorow
the
jawes
of
death
.
Vall.
A
strong
resolve
,
But
I
shall
quickly
weaken
,
sunder
them
,
With
him
there
—
quicke
,
that
Paper
will
point
out
Diet
and
lodging
for
him
.
speakes
to
a
servant
.
Fer.
Sunder
them
?
that
word
Falls
colder
on
me
than
the
Rhewme
of
Death
.
Pin.
Then
you'le
not
flie
like
bullets
in
the
jawes
Of
Death
and
danger
?
Fer.
Heare
me
Valladaura
,
Since
thou
wilt
needs
take
up
the
attribute
And
name
of
Tyrant
,
studie
thy
trade
perfect
,
Soile
it
not
in
performance
,
like
a
true
Artist
,
Degree
thy
tortures
,
like
an
angry
tempest
,
Rise
calmely
first
,
and
keepe
thy
worst
rage
last
,
Torment
us
joyntly
:
sunder
us
at
first
,
A
plague
so
deadly
,
that
what ever
followes
Will
seeme
but
as
a
Cordiall
:
wouldst
have
devis'd
After
a
thousand
tortures
,
one
to
mad
My
manly
patience
,
or
to
split
my
heart
,
It
had
beene
done
in
this
one
accent
,
part
.
Pin.
Divide'em
so
.
Mon.
Mezentius
.
cruelty
,
Comes
short
of
yours
,
he
joynd
,
but
you
divide
A
living
man
in
two
.
Vall.
Right
spanish
Pride
.
Fer.
I
us'd
not
you
so
though
:
but
noble
Sir
,
How
well
thou
hast
merited
living
?
Mon.
So
I'le
die
,
Thy
thought's
an
Antidote
'gainst
tyrranie
.
Fer.
Borne
on
that
confidence
,
lose
not
one
teare
,
Nor
spend
a
sigh
,
let
guilty
cowards
feare
.
Vall.
You'l
find
a
change
.
Fer.
Your
churlsh
—
nor
can
we
looke
to
finde
Vsage
more
gentle
.
Revenge
is
unconfin'd
.
Vall.
And
so
shall
mine
be
:
what
the
art
of
man
Knowes
of
tormentings
,
mine
shall
inflict
,
and
can
.
This
parting
of
you
is
the
least
and
first
,
Of
infinite
to
come
.
Fer.
I
dare
the
worst
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Sebastian
,
Isabella
,
Contella
,
Pineda
,
with
other
attendants
and
followers
.
Sebast.
Most
divine
Lady
,
in
the
late
exile
Of
your
depraver
Bonvida
;
how
Doe
you
applaud
my
justice
?
Isabel.
Why
,
as
Iustice
.
To
have
done
lesse
,
should
have
disgrac'd
me
more
Then
all
your
worth
could
merit
.
Cen.
Who
doubts
that
,
Hee
were
not
worthy
to
be
stil'd
a
Prince
,
Or
to
partake
that
goodnesse
got
in
you
,
That
should
have
let
slip
such
proud
arrogance
,
Without
severest
rigour
.
Pin.
Troath
I
wonder
In
what
remote
clyme
the
poore
exile
treads
,
Or
in
what
place
he
hopes
to
find
that
piece
His
impudence
durst
boast
of
?
Isabel.
Hee's
perhaps
Travell'd
to
Arabia
Felix
,
and
from
thence
To
bring
the
Phenix
hither
.
Seba.
He
should
then
Have
kept
his
Country
,
if
a
Phenix
live
,
You
make
Spaine
blest
Arabia
.
Isabel.
I
remember
,
There
liv'd
a
Spanish
Princesse
of
our
name
,
An
Isabella
too
,
and
not
long
since
;
Who
from
her
Pallace
windowes
,
stedfastly
,
Gazing
upon
the
Sunne
,
her
heire
tooke
fire
,
Some
Augures
held
it
as
a
prodigy
,
I
rather
thinke
she
was
Latona's
brood
,
And
that
Apollo
courted
her
bright
haire
,
Else
envying
,
that
her
tresses
put
downe
his
,
He
scorcht
them
off
in
envie
,
not
dare
I
From
her
deriv'd
,
expose
me
to
his
beames
,
Least
,
as
he
burnes
the
Phenix
in
her
nest
Made
of
the
sweetest
aromatick
wood
;
Either
in
love
or
envie
,
he
agree
To
use
the
like
combustion
upon
me
.
Cent.
A
thing
much
to
bee
fear'd
.
Pin.
Then
royall
Lady
,
Might
I
advise
you
,
keepe
out
of
the
Sunne
And
walke
still
in
the
shade
,
by
proofe
we
see
Such
Meteors
oft
take
fire
.
Isabel.
Alas
poore
Lord
:
To
see
what
thy
bold
rashnesse
brings
thee
to
That
thou
art
forc'd
to
wander
through
the
world
,
To
finde
out
a
blacke
Swan
to
rivall
us
?
Thou
seek'st
a
thing
that
is
not
:
and
thy
rashnesse
Hath
justly
forc'd
thine
exile
.
Enter
a
Lord
.
Lord
.
Fayrest
of
Creatures
,
I
bring
you
newes
,
Lord
Bonavids
return'd
,
And
new
arriv'd
at
Court
,
Isabel.
Art
sure
'tis
so
?
Lord
.
Most
certaine
Royall
Princesse
.
Isabel.
To
his
death
:
If
he
come
empty
handed
.
Sebast.
But
if
sped
,
Then
hee
redeemes
his
exile
.
Isabel.
Blind
,
and
dull
,
Hath
plenty
bred
a
surfett
in
you
then
?
Or
have
you
tane
possession
of
that
treasure
,
You
know
not
how
to
value
to
the
worth
,
But
though
you
cannot
,
wee
can
rate
our selfe
:
Perhaps
,
dispayre
hath
brought
him
backe
to
offer
His
desperate
life
;
Which
if
with
submission
,
Repentance
,
and
some
due
acknowledgement
,
May
in
our
grace
find
pardon
;
Goe
,
admit
him
.
Cent.
Now
let's
prepare
our
eyes
;
For
,
hee
no
question
Hath
brought
o're
some
rare
creature
.
Pine.
Take
your
stands
,
let's
have
of
her
full
view
.
Enter
Lord
Bonavida
,
and
the
Clowne
.
Bona.
All
the
delights
of
earth
,
and
joyes
above
,
For
ever
crowne
your
Temples
.
Sebast.
Wellcome
Bonavida
;
How
speed
you
in
your
voyage
?
Bona.
That
successe
,
I
had
in
expectation
,
Royall
sir
,
I
am
now
possest
of
,
really
.
Clown
.
Wee
have
found
her
.
Isubel.
Hah
,
whom
?
Bona.
The
pride
of
Nature
,
and
of
Love
;
Beautie
and
Vertue
in
most
high
contention
Which
should
exceede
each
other
.
Clow.
Why
,
I
can
assure
you
,
wee
have
her
to
show
,
And
such
a
piece
—
Isabel.
Peace
you
;
What
Countrey
?
Bona.
England
.
Isabel.
What
place
there
?
Bona.
Of
their
chiefe
Cities
,
the
Metropolis
,
London
.
Clow.
I
,
and
the
fayrest
there
,
one
so
fayre
,
that
all
Bartholmew-fayre
could
not
match
her
againe
.
Isabel.
Wee
have
no
tongue
for
thee
—
Clow.
But
wee
have
a
Tale
for
you
,
if
you
will
give
us
the
hearing
.
Isabel.
What
name
?
Bona.
Hellena
.
Isabel.
Of
what
discent
or
Parentage
?
Bona.
Noble
by
birth
,
yet
not
so
hie
degreed
,
As
her
great
vertues
merit
:
nor
her
meanes
,
To
counterpoyse
her
beauty
.
Clow.
Yet
wee
have
her
,
and
weight
and
measure
with
her
,
to
put
downe
all
the
black-browd
wenches
in
Spaine
,
for
a
face
,
and
Phisiognomie
.
Isabel.
That
prater
,
Peace
there
.
Clowne
.
I
hope
,
when
travellers
have
light
vpon
a
rich
Purchase
,
It
is
lawfull
for
them
to
bragg
of
their
commoditie
.
Isabel.
Wee
may
imagine
one
most
beautifull
;
But
how
to
ranke
with
us
?
Bona.
With
any
Lady
,
Europe
or
Asia
yeelds
,
them
padon
,
Lady
,
I
hope
without
the
least
offence
to
you
.
Isabel.
Perhaps
shee's
fayre
,
what
Instance
can
you
give
,
that
shee's
of
such
prov'd
vertue
.
Bona.
Passing
thousands
;
I
will
insist
in
one
:
At
my
departure
,
Onely
one
Ring
I
left
with
her
in
change
,
Which
if
shee
living
part
with
,
lend
,
or
give
Till
my
returne
,
Ile
hold
my selfe
disgrac'd
,
Her
ever-more
disparidg'd
:
In
exchang
,
Shee
did
bestow
on
me
this
Carcanett
,
Which
I
as
long
shall
keepe
.
Isa.
Pray
let
me
see't
.
Bona.
Madam
,
I
dare
expose
to
you
my
life
,
Then
much
more
this
.
Isabel.
'Tis
a
most
costly
Iewell
,
Worthy
a
Princesse
wearing
.
Clow.
I
can
assure
you
Lady
,
there
was
a
Ring
,
and
a
thing
exchang'd
vpon
the
bargen
.
Isabel.
But
where's
this
rare
one
?
come
produce
her
streight
,
To
make
her
the
courts
wonder
.
Bona.
Pardon
Lady
:
Shee's
yet
in
her
owne
Countrey
;
But
that
Carcanet
Can
quickly
fetch
her
over
.
Isabel.
Pardon
?
villaine
,
and
base
Imposture
,
liu'd
there
such
a
creature
,
would
not
thy
pride
have
brought
her
to
full
view
?
But
this
Illusion
seconding
the
first
,
Doubles
thy
punishment
;
Hence
with
him
to
prison
,
More
worthy
of
the
blocke
:
Abuse
us
first
,
And
then
deride
us
after
;
Royall
sir
,
If
suffer
me
to
swallow
this
disgrace
,
You
vnderprise
me
doubly
.
Sebast.
Thou
hast
spoke
it
,
and
it
shall
stand
.
Bona.
Yet
heare
mee
Royall
sir
.
Isabel.
Away
with
him
.
Clow.
Then
heare
me
Noble
Lady
.
Isabel.
Shall
wee
be
still
tormented
?
Bona.
If
you
denie
mee
freedome
,
grant
mee
that
Which
I
more
prise
,
my
pretious
Carcanet
,
That
which
you
with
no
Iustice
can
detaine
.
Isabel.
Into
some
loathsome
dungeon
hurry
him
,
Vnworthy
the
dayes
comfort
:
beare
this
scorne
?
Sebast.
Yo'have
sentenc'd
justly
.
Isa.
Please
you
sir
,
a
little
To
leave
mee
to
my
private
solitude
:
I
shall
not
be
long
from
you
.
Sebast.
Take
your
pleasure
;
For
your
content
is
ours
.
Exit
.
Isabel.
Centella
and
Pineda
.
Cen.
Royall
Madam
.
Isabel.
I
have
a
project
for
you
,
which
if
you
effect
,
You
shall
indeere
me
ever
.
Cent.
What's
in
men
,
Shall
not
in
us
be
skanted
.
Isabel.
You
have
heard
The
Countrey
,
and
th'
place
of
her
abode
;
Thither
Ile
furnish
you
:
Spare
for
no
cost
,
Our
Treasure
lies
ope
to
you
;
get
that
Ring
By
any
slight
or
craft
:
be
it
possible
That
gold
will
doo't
,
corrupt
her
;
Vse
all
meanes
,
All
friends
,
devices
,
plotts
,
and
stratagems
,
To
bring
some
token
of
her
falsenesse
backe
:
Further
instructions
you
shall
have
with
you
;
Meane-time
prepare
for
travell
.
Pine.
And
,
or
die
,
Or
bring
you
newes
of
her
inchastitie
.
Isabel.
Inough
,
you
are
ours
:
part
with
this
Carkanet
?
Not
for
a
World
:
I
have
project
too
in
that
:
Bee
rival'd
by
a
petty
English
Dame
?
Knew
I
the
large
earth
did
my
equall
give
,
Rather
then
brooke
her
sight
,
Ide
cease
to
live
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
tertius
.
Scaena
prima
.
Enter
Valladaura
,
and
Ferrers
gallant
.
Fer.
SIr
from
a
bond-man
,
you
have
cast
me
into
a
free
mould
,
almost
new
made
mee
,
yet
what
your
purpose
is
,
I
cannot
gather
,
I
am
still
yours
;
Is't
your
intention
to
pranke
mee
up
,
to
make
me
fit
for
death
,
or
feede
mee
till
I
be
in
some
good
plight
,
the
better
to
fatt
your
owne
revenge
?
Valla.
What
I
purpose
to
my selfe
,
I
still
keepe
in
my selfe
,
What
you
have
found
hitherto
,
speake
,
and
when
you
Find
your selfe
pinch'd
,
then
freely
complaine
.
Ferr.
The
face
of
your
kind
visage
yet
lookes
smooth
,
I
spie
in
it
no
wrinckle
;
But
my
friend
,
How
have
you
dealt
by
him
?
Valla.
As
hee
deserues
,
no
further
,
pray
inquire
him
.
Ferr.
If
hee
perish
,
I
am
swept
from
off
the
earth
too
,
with
my
sister
,
Hee
next
my
heart
sits
unmoveable
:
pray
what
service
Will
you
command
me
now
?
Valla.
None
:
yet
some
love
I
shall
intreate
,
withall
,
a
grace
from
you
,
I
have
a
Mistris
,
unto
whom
I
purpose
A
friendly
visitation
,
to
which
duty
,
I
intreate
you
as
a
witnesse
.
Ferr.
I
am
yours
.
Enter
Aldana
,
and
Petrocella
.
Petr.
I
heare
say
Bonavidaes
return'd
:
Alda.
And
intends
to
visit
thee
,
for
having
fail'd
in
all
his
Forraine
purposes
:
hee
meanes
,
upon
those
thy
pillars
,
as
Hercules
did
upon
his
,
to
write
Nonultra
,
think'st
thou
not
so
girle
?
my
further
honor
still
.
Petr.
To
see
what
a
vertue
lives
in
this
Spanish
continent
,
especially
amongst
yellow-hayr'd
wenches
;
Iason
,
when
hee
went
in
quest
of
the
Golden-Fleece
,
found
it
in
Spaine
,
there's
a
Morrall
in
that
,
and
that
great
Hercules
,
so
talk'd
on
amongst
the
Greekes
,
after
all
his
travells
through
Asia
,
Africke
,
and
Europe
,
comming
to
this
Countrey
,
into
the
Iland
call'd
Calis
;
hee
that
,
unlesse
Poets
lie
,
lay
with
Fifty
Ladies
in
one
night
,
and
got
Nine
and
forty
Boyes
,
marry
I
must
tell
you
,
the
last
was
a
Girle
;
was
there
so
tyred
with
one
woman
;
that
hee
gave
over
all
his
travells
,
retyr'd
home
to
his
Countrey
,
like
a
man
taken
downe
,
and
in
memory
of
his
adventure
:
where
hee
reared
his
pillar
,
writ
that
most
methodicall
Motto
you
speake
of
;
No
further
.
Alda.
My
daughter
is
an
apt
,
and
wittie
lasse
:
I
know
her
apprehensive
,
and
well-brayn'd
:
My
further
honour
still
.
Valla.
Noble
Madam
,
I
have
brought
a
stranger
,
and
an
English-man
,
To
give
you
visitation
.
Alda.
A
worthy
stranger
,
a
bold
villaine
too
,
My
further
honour
still
.
Valla.
To
whom
,
Petrocella
?
As
to
a
Gentleman
to
mee
Intyr'd
,
I
begge
from
you
all
the
best
complement
,
Due
unto
my
long
service
.
Petr.
Why
,
what's
hee
?
Valla.
This
man
,
doe
you
meane
?
Petro.
Yes
hee
,
that
fellow
there
.
Valla.
Fellow
,
to
whom
;
he
hath
not
his
in
Spaine
,
Nay
,
I
might
have
tooke
a
larger
bound
,
And
not
have
past
my
limitt
;
fellow
,
villaine
?
Petr.
Yes
,
or
commpanion
.
Valla.
Paint
me
out
a
worthy
—
Else
hee
is
such
to
none
:
This
was
the
man
I
met
at
sea
,
and
fought
with
;
our
Incounter
Was
all
in
smoake
and
fire
,
so
hotly
fought
,
That
in
that
fogge
,
wee
had
no
further
light
,
Then
what
our
Lint-staves
gave
:
our
Decks
flow'd
blood
,
Which
through
the
Port-holes
run
,
and
dy'de
the
Sea
Into
a
deepe
vermillion
,
yet
still
fought
.
Ferr.
But
never
with
a
braver
opposite
Did
English-man
trie
with
fire
.
Petr.
Hee
speakes
well
.
Alda:
Both
to
their
honors
still
.
Valla.
When
Powder
,
and
Bullet
,
And
men
,
with
all
grew
skant
;
for
scarce
was
any
Left
to
the
present
purpose
,
serviceable
,
Both
bottoms
ready
through
the
violent
leakes
To
split
,
and
founder
;
wee
then
hal'd
,
hung
flaggs
,
And
grew
to
composition
.
Ferr.
Which
I
begg'd
.
Valla.
Sir
,
it
came
first
from
mee
;
And
this
propos'd
,
That
both
our
shipps
,
goods
,
lives
,
and
people
,
might
not
Bee
in
the
Sea
ingrav'd
,
and
swallowed
up
,
Both
from
mans
tongue
and
thought
:
that
such
rich
Prises
Might
be
to
one
Surviver
;
the
two
Captaines
To
try
it
out
by
Combat
.
Alda.
Honor
still
.
Valla.
This
nobly
hee
accepted
;
Faiths
new
pawn'd
,
Hostages
given
,
two
worthy
seconds
chus'd
;
Lots
cast
,
whose
Decks
should
bee
th'
appointed
lists
;
To
mine
it
fell
:
Hee
boarded
me
to
fight
,
From
whom
I
came
apparrel'd
thus
in
wounds
—
Petr.
It
seemes
then
hee's
a
cutter
.
Valla.
Whose
scarres
still
marke
mee
his
.
Ferr.
Weare
I
not
yours
?
Though
not
so
many
,
yet
more
deepely
carv'd
,
With
greater
danger
,
and
expence
of
blood
,
Then
ever
drop'd
from
these
.
Valla.
Short
tale
to
make
;
Vanquish'd
I
was
,
Hee
victor
;
and
when
all
,
Lading
and
lives
were
his
;
Nay
even
mine
too
Lay
postrate
at
his
mercy
,
with
a
magnificence
Equall
to
any
Prince
,
hee
should
at
—
Petro.
All
this
wee
know
,
nor
doe
wee
desire
to
heare
over
againe
,
what
was
before
related
;
but
had
you
spoke
more
in
his
prayse
,
then
you
have
done
,
which
it
may
be
is
your
purpose
;
I
find
nothing
,
but
may
well
come
within
the
compasse
of
his
merit
,
and
my
beliefe
.
Valla.
Lady
,
I
am
glad
you
are
so
possest
of
him
;
And
doe
you
thinke
him
such
?
Petr.
I
thinke
you
would
gladly
sell
whom
you
have
so
lately
bought
,
else
you
would
never
have
spoake
him
thus
:
If
you
have
any
such
purpose
;
It
may
be
,
there
be
those
that
,
but
surrender
up
your
bargen
,
would
be
glad
to
helpe
you
to
your
money
.
Ferr.
I
came
but
with
one
gyue
upon
my
legge
,
Fasten'd
upon
mee
in
his
curtesie
,
But
since
I
look'd
upon
your
Ladies
eyes
,
Now
I
am
doubly
fetter'd
.
Vall.
'Tis
neglect
,
A
palpable
neglect
,
she
loves
me
not
:
It
shall
be
so
,
I
will
be
borish
and
sullen
.
Fer.
Sir
,
you
this
day
have
brought
me
to
a
fight
That
more
contents
me
than
the
wealth
of
Spaine
:
This
matchlesse
Lady
.
Vall.
My
Mistris
,
Whom
if
thou
wilt
court
for
me
,
And
winne
unto
my
wishes
.
Fer.
I
Sir
doo't
?
Vall.
Yes
,
by
the
love
thou
owest
me
;
doe
you
pawse
?
If
ever
I
deserv'd
the
name
of
friend
,
Or
hopest
hereafter
I
may
merit
off
thee
,
Make
it
thy
sole
endevours
Fer.
Doubly
captived
:
Honour
should
still
preseede
love
:
Sir
,
I
will
,
Though
I
to
cure
another
,
my selfe
kill
.
Enter
Hellena
with
her
.
Helle.
How
long
is't
since
those
Gentlemen
of
Spaine
arrived
here
?
Maid
.
Three
dayes
since
,
Lady
.
Hell.
Came
there
no
letters
along
with
'em
from
Spaine
?
some
note
there
?
Maid
.
Not
to
my
hands
.
Hell.
Has
Bonavid
.
that
name
me thinks
revives
me
,
I
dare
not
taxe
him
of
neglect
,
and
yet
I
am
very
pleasant
this
morning
,
lets
have
a
song
Rosara
:
I
would
have
the
subject
love
,
and
yet
modest
to
,
and
yet
a
little
wanton
,
yet
chast
and
innocent
as
dreams
of
coles
,
and
hearst
thou
?
where
Bonavida's
name
vouchsafes
to
grace
the
ditty
,
there
let
musicke
speak
in
its
smoothest
phrase
,
and
most
courtly
singing
,
stay
,
thou
art
a
jewell
to
pretious
to
be
wash'd
with
,
thou
wert
given
to
deare
purpose
:
honour'd
with
this
,
lye
there
.
A
Song
,
during
which
,
she
washes
.
Maid
.
The
ditties
done
.
Hell.
And
I
have
done
,
a
dryer
.
(
Bason
and
Ring
.
Maid
.
How
am
I
blest
:
occasion
I
thank
thee
,
Ex.
maid
with
Hell.
Thy
absence
Bonavid
,
makes
each
minute
seeme
an
hower
and
thy
delay
,
makes
infant
time
look
old
,
and
were't
not
for
this
pledge
of
thy
affection
—
Rosara
,
Maide
.
misses
her
ring
.
Maid
.
Your
pleasure
madam
?
Enter
with
the
empty
bason
Helle.
Reach
me
my
Ring
.
Maid
.
What
Ring
,
Lady
?
Helle.
Dost
aske
that
question
?
that
of
the
bason
?
Maid
.
Trust
me
madam
,
I
saw
none
.
Helle.
Speak
not
againe
upon
thy
life
,
where
is
the
water
?
Maid
.
Throwne
out
Madam
,
and
with
it
I
feare
the
Ring
,
but
Ile
—
Exit
.
Helle.
Find
it
againe
,
or
lose
thy selfe
,
inconsiderate
girle
,
how
are
my
hopes
betraid
through
thy
rash
negligence
,
was
my
blood
pleasant
for
this
?
my
thoughts
,
Ioyfull
for
this
?
—
how
now
,
hast
found
it
?
Enter
Maid
.
Maid
.
Nor
ever
shall
I
feare
Madam
.
Helle.
How
,
never
?
Then
lose
thy selfe
,
my
hopes
are
lost
for
ever
,
torches
and
lights
there
,
finde
it
againe
,
or
never
see
me
more
.
Exit
.
Maid
.
Your
will's
a
law
,
which
I
intend
not
suddenly
to
infringe
,
and
have
I
got
thee
my
best
happinesse
?
now
to
my
Don
of
Spaine
,
the
next
newes
you
heare
of
me
,
is
a
Ladiship
at
least
;
but
fie
on
this
idlenesse
,
I
stand
on
thornes
till
I
be
in
action
.
Exit
.
Enter
Pineda
and
Centella
.
Cent.
You
finde
her
pliant
?
Pin.
As
a
thing
of
wax
,
never
was
thrifty
trader
more
willing
to
put
of
a
sullke
commodity
,
than
she
was
to
truck
for
her
maydenhead
,
I
admire
her
forwardnesse
.
Cen.
Call
of
the
animall
,
she
takes
her
entrance
just
at
her
qu
step
you
aside
for
feare
of
suspition
.
Enter
Maid
.
Maid
.
Oh
,
master
Oracle
,
sweete
master
Oracle
!
Cent.
How
thrives
your
project
?
workes
it
into
fashion
?
Maid
.
Beyond
hope
or
expectation
,
was
there
not
a
Don
of
Spaine
heere
,
to
speake
with
me
?
Cen.
Not
I
assure
you
?
you
have
met
him
then
?
Maid
.
Yes
,
and
so
met
him
,
sweet
M.
Oracle
,
I
am
bound
to
you
for
ever
.
Confer
with
Centella
.
Enter
Pineda
.
Pin.
This
by
my
direction
is
the
place
,
the
labour
in
vaine
,
and
here
spite
of
delay
,
she
has
prevented
my
hast
,
you
see
I
keep
my
word
sweete
.
Maid
.
And
that's
somewhat
strange
,
in
a
gallant
of
your
ranck
.
Pine.
But
usuall
in
a
lover
,
may
wee
presume
upon
the
trust
of
this
gentleman
?
Maid
.
Why
,
doe
not
you
know
him
?
Oh
strange
!
why
'tis
M.
Oracle
man
;
trust
him
?
and
I
had
a
Maiden-head
to
spare
,
I
durst
trust
it
naked
in
bed
with
him
.
Cent.
Sir
,
though
both
strangers
,
yet
fates
past
,
and
fortunes
to
come
,
are
better
knowne
to
me
,
than
your selves
:
have
you
got
the
Ring
?
Maid
.
Have
I
?
have
I
not
?
the
handsomest
way
I
had
for't
.
Pin.
Sweet
,
I
am
come
to
make
tender
of
my
promise
.
Maid
.
The
like
purpose
bring
we
Sir
.
Pin.
You
have
my
heart
already
.
Maid
.
For
which
take
mine
,
and
that
Ring
to
boote
:
and
M.
Pin.
Welcome
as
health
to
the
house
of
sicknes
:
and
now
,
where
how
,
what
,
when
?
Cen.
How
is't
Sir
?
I
see
a
sudden
signe
of
alteration
in
you
.
Pin.
And
can
you
blame
me
,
my
blood
chils
,
my
nerves
faint
.
I
am
abus'd
,
my
attendant
Daemon
prompts
me
,
I
am
abus'd
.
Cent.
Where
?
Maid
.
Or
by
whom
?
Pin.
Here
,
and
by
thee
,
by
both
a
false
imposture
and
a
common
Strumpet
.
Maid
.
Doe
you
mistrust
my
honesty
?
Cen.
Or
my
Art
?
Pin.
Both
,
they
are
both
dissembled
,
and
my
noble
purpose
frustrate
,
this
is
not
the
Ring
.
Maid
.
Not
the
Ring
?
Pin.
And
you
the
woman
my
fate
points
at
;
how
simple
innocence
may
be
plaid
upon
?
Maid
.
How
,
not
the
Ring
?
returne
it
backe
then
.
Pin.
No
,
I
will
keepe
it
to
witnesse
and
evidence
against
you
,
for
instantly
expect
the
severest
punishment
law
can
inflict
upon
Impostures
of
this
kinde
.
Exit
.
Cent.
Disparagement
to
my
Art
,
have
you
brought
a
fals
Ring
?
Maid
.
The
right
on
my
faith
,
as
I
hop'd
to
be
a
Lady
,
the
right
.
Cent.
I
am
proud
of
that
,
this
tryall
was
not
amisse
though
.
Maid
.
But
Oh
master
Oracle
,
how
have
you
deceiv'd
me
?
Cent.
I
was
deceiv'd
my selfe
,
I
see
my
errour
now
;
onely
a
mistake
in
the
signe
,
I
sought
for
Mercury
in
one
house
,
and
hee
logd'd
in
the
next
,
I
must
change
my
lodging
,
the
Citty
stones
will
grow
too
hot
for
me
,
I
must
go
coole
my
feet
in
the
suburbs
.
The
all
and
onely
mistake
was
in
the
signe
.
Maid
.
The
Labour
in
vaine
,
a
fire
on
the
signe
,
and
you
too
;
my
Donna
turn'd
to
this
?
my
preferment
to
this
?
a
Lady
in
the
Morning
,
and
a
beggar
before
noone
?
here's
quicke
work
indeed
;
a
cunning
man
?
a
cunning
Rogue
If
ere
it
be
my
luck
to
see
thee
preach
through
a
pillory
,
as
one
of
the
cast
lims
of
your
cursed
crew
did
not
long
since
,
the
hangman
shal
have
you
by
the
eares
for
this
:
but
I'le
backe
and
lay
my
case
open
to
my
Lady
.
Cent.
Your
only
curses
,
and
now
aboard
for
Spaine
,
Her
shame's
our
honour
,
and
her
losse
our
gaine
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Manhurst
,
with
a
false
beard
in
his
hand
.
Man.
The
Spanyard's
noble
,
beyond
thought
or
expectation
noble
,
instead
of
a
Dungeon
,
hee
has
furnish'd
me
with
meanes
,
and
sent
me
home
with
a
letter
of
his
purpos'd
friendship
to
my
friend
.
And
now
,
though
freed
both
from
Turk
and
Spanyard
.
I
live
slave
to
a
more
cruell
nation
than
both
,
my
owne
countreymen
,
for
suretyship
and
debt
,
(
diseases
that
many
a
gallant
lies
sick
to
death
on
)
have
tane
hold
on
mee
,
and
though
I
know
it
improbable
,
and
partly
ridiculous
,
that
a
false
beard
,
and
a
fantasticall
habit
,
should
mar
my
creation
&
make
me
a
new
creature
,
it
has
past
currant
with
some
in
this
place
,
and
I
may
the
bolder
venter
on't
.
First
then
to
my
friends
Sister
,
the
young
Lady
Ferrars
,
I
thinke
her
vertuous
,
but
withall
know
her
for
a
woman
,
and
dare
not
trust
my
liberty
in
so
weake
a
stomacke
:
in
this
disguise
then
,
I'le
addresse
me
to
her
presently
.
Exit
.
Enter
Hellena
and
Maid
.
Helle.
Thou
tell'st
me
wonders
,
cheated
of
my
Ring
,
by
a
cunning
man
,
and
a
crafty
Spanyard
?
the
cosenage
was
premeditate
:
a
Spanyard
was
he
?
Maid
.
Some
Don
or
Nobleman
at
least
,
he
wore
very
good
clothes
.
Helle.
So
may
a
cheat
,
or
a
pickpurse
;
the
better
body
,
the
planer
the
habit
,
painted
clothes
were
devis'd
for
ruind
feeling
,
and
sluttish
walls
,
It's
the
Apparrell
of
the
mind
,
crownes
thee
withn
Noble
.
Maid
.
Then
was
hee
a
very
beggar
to
cheat
for
so
poore
a
trifle
as
a
Ring
.
Ellen.
'Twas
not
so
much
for
the
valew
of
the
thing
,
As
to
improverish
the
oath
of
the
wearer
;
some
crafty
sunner
had
a
hand
in't
:
or
it
might
be
Bonavidaes
plott
,
to
try
my
loyaltie
:
and
yet
it
relishes
too
much
basenesse
to
come
from
so
noble
an
authour
;
how ever
,
shall
I
see
this
,
turne
coward
,
and
like
a
falling
Tower
,
bury
my
beauty
in
my
owne
Ruines
?
no
,
rather
like
the
glorious
Sun
,
desolue
,
and
scatter
these
clowds
of
Infamy
.
It
is
resolu'd
,
Ile
after
em
to
Spaine
:
Your
purpose
Rosara
.
Maid
.
To
give
you
my
best
attendance
to
the
last
minute
,
please
you
Ladyship
accept
it
.
Helle.
And
freely
pardon
thee
;
receive
a
few
directions
for
our
voyage
.
Enter
Manhurst
disguised
.
Man.
Yes
,
this
disguise
will
doo't
;
and
for
my
friend
,
her
noble
brothers
sake
,
Ile
make
the
first
tender
of
my
service
to
her
;
save
you
Lady
.
Helle.
You'r
welcome
sir
;
would
you
any
thing
with
us
?
Man.
Impart
a
secret
to
you
.
Helle.
To
a
Woman
?
by
no
meanes
,
wee
want
discretion
to
keepe
our
owne
.
Man.
Strange
!
Had
I
a
secret
concern'd
my
life
,
Ide
trust
it
in
a
Womans
bosome
to
chuse
,
and
thinke
I
say'd
it
up
safe
too
.
Helle.
Your
reason
Sir
?
Man.
Because
no
wise-man
will
over
looke
for
any
matter
of
Worth
in
such
a
weake
building
.
Helle.
A
fellow
of
a
bold
aspect
,
and
such
a
one
,
were
I
assured
of
his
carriage
,
as
would
much
availe
mee
in
my
voyage
;
Art
willing
to
serue
?
Man.
Mine
owne
turne
with
all
my
heart
:
This
fashions
to
my
wishes
;
what
if
your
Ladiship
doe
want
a
servant
?
I
am
your
man
,
your
first
man
too
,
and
such
a
man
as
know
the
World
.
Helle.
And
such
a
man
doe
I
want
;
You
have
beene
in
Spaine
then
?
Did'st
heare
no
talke
of
an
English-man
there
,
One
Farrers
—
Man.
And
one
Manhurst
his
friend
,
they
are
both
prisoners
,
and
lie
—
onely
for
ransome
.
Helle.
My
brother
Prisoner
?
This
news
wings
mee
for
my
voyage
.
Man.
Are
you
for
any
adventures
Lady
?
Helle.
Thy
bad
newes
enforces
mee
;
Ile
make
that
my
colour
,
at
least
that
Gentleman
is
my
brother
;
and
cost
it
the
last
penny
of
my
Dower
,
I
will
not
see
him
want
;
Ile
furnish
our
voyage
Instantly
.
Man.
As
generous
,
as
he
is
valliant
,
'twere
cowardize
in
mee
to
disharten
her
,
wee
must
be
gallant
;
what
habit
were
I
best
to
travell
in
,
let
me
see
,
a
Spannish
slop
,
good
easie
weare
,
but
that
like
Chambermaides
,
they
are
loose
,
and
somewhat
too
open
below
.
Maid
.
Me-thinks
your
Dutch
Cassocke
is
a
comely
weare
.
Man.
It
hath
bin
,
but
now
adayes
it
growes
shorter
and
shorter
,
like
your
Court
allowance
:
their
Taylors
are
good
husbands
,
tho'
they
make
little
or
no
waste
at
all
,
and
that
makes
your
Gallants
stand
so
much
upon
Points
:
your
button-hose
is
a
good
weare
for
Courtiers
.
Maid
.
Why
for
Courtiers
?
Man.
Cause
they
are
full
of
large
promises
outward
,
but
lin'd
with
narrow
and
scant-performance
within
.
Maid
.
'Tas
beene
a
good
fashion
,
but
'tis
old
.
Helle.
So
is
all
goodnesse
else
,
wee
have
nothing
new
,
but
oathes
and
diseases
.
Man.
No
,
for
my
money
,
give
mee
your
substantiall
,
English
hose
,
round
and
som-what
full
afore
.
Maid
.
Now
they
are
mee-thinks
a
little
too
great
.
Man.
The
more
the
discretion
of
the
Landlord
that
builds
them
the
makes
roome
enough
for
his
Tennant
to
stand
upright
in
,
he
may
walk
in
and
out
at
ease
without
stooping
:
but
of
all
the
rest
,
I
am
cleane
out
of
love
with
your
Irish
trowses
;
they
are
for
all
the
world
like
a
Iealous
wife
,
alwayes
close
at
a
mans
tayle
:
out
of
all
these
will
I
cut
and
fashion
that
shall
bee
and
Imitable
:
will
you
follow
?
Helle.
Even
where
fate
leades
mee
,
wee
are
all
her
slaves
And
have
no
dwellings
of
our
own
.
Man.
Yes
,
Graves
.
Actus
quartus
.
Scaena
prima
.
Enter
Ferrers
and
Petrocella
.
Petr.
I
Never
heard
a
fellow
since
my
yeeres
,
taught
mee
how
to
distinguish
Il
from
good
,
to
talke
in
this
strange
Key
;
how
English
this
?
What
are
thou
in
thy
Countrey
?
Ferr.
There
,
a
man
.
Petr.
What
heere
?
Ferr.
No
better
then
you
see
a
slave
.
Petr.
Whose
?
Ferr.
His
that
hath
redeem'd
mee
.
Petr.
Valladauraes
?
Ferr.
Yes
,
I
proclaym
't
;
I
that
was
once
mine
owne
,
Am
now
become
his
creature
.
Petro.
I
perceive
,
Your
comming
is
to
make
mee
thinke
you
noble
,
Would
you
perswade
mee
deeme
your
friend
a
God
?
For
only
such
make
men
,
are
you
a
gentleman
?
Ferr.
Not
heere
,
for
I
am
all
dejectednesse
,
Captive
to
fortune
,
and
a
slave
to
want
;
I
can
not
call
these
clothes
I
weare
mine
owne
,
I
doe
not
eate
,
but
at
anothers
cost
,
This
ayre
I
breathe
,
is
borrowed
;
nere
was
man
So
poore
and
abject
.
I
have
not
so
much
,
In
all
this
vniverse
,
as
a
thing
to
leave
,
Or
a
Countrey
I
can
freely
boast
is
mine
:
In
all
the
world
,
I
had
but
one
true
friend
,
And
hee
is
ravish'd
from
mee
;
My
essence
,
and
my
beeing
,
is
anothers
:
What
should
I
say
?
I
am
not
any
thing
,
And
I
possesse
as
little
.
Petro.
Tell
me
that
?
Come
,
come
,
I
know
you
to
be
no
such
man
,
You
are
a
Souldier
,
valiant
,
and
renownd
,
Your
carriage
try'd
by
land
,
and
prov'd
at
Sea
,
Of
which
,
I
have
heard
such
full
expression
No
contradiction
can
perswade
you
lesse
,
And
in
this
faith
I
am
constant
.
Fer.
A
meere
worme
Trod
on
by
every
Fate
.
Petro.
Rais'd
by
your
merit
To
be
a
common
argument
through
Spaine
.
And
speech
at
Princes
Tables
,
for
your
worth
Your
presence
when
you
please
to
expose't
abroad
,
Attracts
all
eyes
,
and
draw
them
after
you
And
these
that
understand
you
call
their
friends
,
And
pointing
through
the
streetes
,
say
,
this
is
he
,
This
that
brave
and
noble
Englishman
,
Whom
Souldiers
strive
to
make
their
president
,
And
other
men
their
wonder
.
Fer.
This
your
scorne
.
Makes
me
appeare
more
abiect
to
my selfe
Then
all
diseases
I
have
tasted
yet
Had
power
to
asperse
upon
me
,
and
yet
Lady
I
could
say
something
durst
I
.
Petro.
Speak't
at
once
.
Fer.
And
yet
—
Petro.
Nay
,
but
wee'l
admit
no
pawse
.
Fer.
I
know
not
how
my
phrase
may
relish
you
,
And
loth
I
were
to
offend
,
even
in
what's
past
I
must
confesse
,
I
was
too
bold
,
—
Farewell
,
I
shall
no
more
distaste
you
.
Petro.
Sir
,
you
doe
not
,
I
doe
proclaimt
you
doe
not
,
stay
,
I
charge
you
,
Or
as
you
say
,
you
have
beene
fortunes
scorne
,
So
ever
proove
to
woman
.
Fer.
You
charge
deepely
,
And
yet
now
,
I
bethinke
me
.
Petr.
As
you
are
a
Souldier
,
And
Englishman
,
have
hope
to
bee
redeemd
From
this
your
scorned
bondage
you
sustaine
,
Have
comfort
in
your
Mother
,
and
faire
Sister
,
Renowne
so
blazed
in
the
eares
of
Spaine
,
Hope
to
re-breathe
that
ayre
you
tasted
first
.
So
tell
me
—
Fer.
What
?
Petr.
Your
apprehension
catch'd
And
almost
was
in
sheafe
.
Fer.
Lady
I
shall
.
Petro.
And
in
a
word
?
Fer.
I
will
.
Petro.
Pronounce
it
then
.
Fer.
I
love
you
.
Petro.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Fer.
Still
it
is
my
misery
Thus
to
bee
mock'd
in
all
things
.
Petro.
Pretty
faith
.
Fer.
I
look'd
thus
to
be
laught
at
,
my
estate
And
fortunes
I
confesse
,
deserves
no
lesse
;
That
made
me
so
unwilling
to
denounce
Mine
owne
derisions
,
but
alas
I
finde
No
Nation
,
sex
,
complexion
,
birth
,
degree
.
But
jest
at
want
,
and
mocke
at
misery
.
Petr.
Love
mee
?
Fer.
I
doe
,
I
doe
,
and
maugre
Fate
,
And
spight
of
all
sinister
evill
shall
.
And
now
I
charge
you
,
by
that
filiall
zeale
You
owe
your
father
,
by
the
memory
Of
your
deare
mother
,
by
the
joyes
you
hope
In
blessed
marriage
,
by
the
fortunate
issue
Stor'd
in
your
wombe
,
by
these
and
all
things
else
,
That
you
can
stile
with
goodnesse
:
instantly
,
Without
evasion
,
trick
,
or
circumstance
,
Nay
,
least
premeditation
,
answer
me
.
Affect
you
me
,
or
no
?
Petro.
How
speake
you
that
?
Fer.
Without
demur
or
pawse
.
Petr.
Give
me
but
time
To
sleepe
upon't
.
Fer.
I
pardon
you
no
minute
,
not
so
much
As
to
apparell
the
least
phrase
you
speake
,
Speake
in
the
shortest
sentence
.
Petr.
You
have
vanquish'd
me
At
mine
owne
weapon
:
noble
sir
,
I
love
you
:
And
what
my
heart
durst
never
tell
my
tongue
Least
it
should
blab
my
thoughts
,
at
last
I
speake
And
iterate
,
I
love
you
.
Fer.
Oh
,
my
happinesse
What
wilt
thou
feele
me
still
?
art
thou
not
weary
Of
making
me
thy
May-game
to
possesse
me
Of
such
a
treasures
mighty
Magozin
,
Not
suffer
me
t'
inioy't
,
tane
with
this
hand
,
With
that
to
get
another
.
Petr.
You
are
sad
Sir
,
Be
so
no
more
,
it
you
have
beene
dejected
It
lies
in
me
to
mount
you
to
that
height
,
You
could
not
ayme
at
greater
,
I
am
yours
.
These
lips
that
only
witnesse
it
in
aire
Now
with
this
truth
confirme
it
.
Kisses
her
Fer.
I
was
borne
to
't
,
And
it
shall
out
at
once
.
Petr.
Sir
,
you
seeme
passionate
,
As
if
my
answer
pleasd
not
.
Fer.
Now
my
death
,
For
mine
owne
tongue
must
kill
me
,
noble
Lady
.
Enter
Valladaura
.
You
have
indeered
me
to
you
,
but
my
vow
Was
ne'ere
to
match
with
any
of
what
state
Or
birth
soever
,
till
before
the
contract
,
Some
one
thing
I
impose
her
.
Petr.
Shee
to
doo't
?
Fer.
Or
if
she
faile
me
in
my
first
demand
I
to
abjure
her
ever
.
Petr.
I
am
shee
.
That
beg
to
be
implyde
so
,
name
a
danger
Whose
very
face
would
fright
all
womanhood
,
And
manhood
put
in
trance
,
nay
whose
aspect
Would
ague
such
,
as
should
but
heare
it
told
:
But
to
the
sad
beholder
,
proove
like
those
That
gaz'd
upon
Medusaes
snakie
lockes
,
And
turn'd
them
into
Marble
:
These
and
more
Should
you
but
speak't
I'de
doe
.
Ferrers
.
And
sweare
to
this
?
Petro.
I
vow
it
by
my
honour
,
my
best
hopes
And
all
that
I
wish
gracious
,
name
it
then
,
For
I
am
in
a
longing
in
my
soule
,
To
shew
my
loves
expression
.
Fer.
You
shall
then
,
Petro.
I'le
doe't
as
I
am
a
Virgine
.
Lye
it
within
mortality
,
I'le
doe't
.
Fer.
You
shall
?
Petro.
I
will
:
that
which
appeares
in
you
So
terrible
to
speake
,
I'le
joy
to
act
,
And
take
pride
in
performance
.
Ferr.
Then
you
shall
.
Petro.
What
?
Souldier
,
What
?
Ferr.
Love
noble
Valladaura
,
And
at
his
soonest
appointment
marry
him
.
Petro.
Vnkind
man
,
thou
hast
kil'd
me
.
Fer.
And
my
salfe
with
the
same
stroke
.
Valladau.
Oh
,
Noble
Englishman
,
Thou
now
appear'st
a
mirrour
.
Petro.
But
in
this
,
Pray
Sir
can
you
be
serious
?
Fer.
As
I
would
in
death
unto
my
Confessor
.
Petro.
Then
I
am
lost
,
Now
baser
than
this
fellow
tearm'd
himselfe
,
To
him
that
was
on
earth
most
miserable
:
I
am
now
become
a
Vassaile
,
Nay
,
despis'd
,
I
that
but
once
to day
,
thought
my selfe
rivall
,
For
face
and
vertue
,
to
the
peereless
Queene
,
Both
these
have
prostituted
to
a
slave
,
To
be
more
slave
than
hee
,
but
shall
he
thus
Behold
in
me
this
passion
to
usurpe
Triumph
in
my
disgrace
,
and
boast
abroad
Of
this
so
poore
a
conquest
?
No
Peirocella
recollect
thy selfe
,
Preserve
thy
honor
,
though
against
thy
spirit
,
And
where
thy
heart
is
sicke
,
complaine
thy
heele
,
Let
not
thy
seene
griefe
please
him
.
Fer.
Home
and
retire
,
Why
should
you
strive
thus
to
undoe
one
that's
allready
conquer'd
?
Petro.
Poore
exile
!
oh
,
with
what
slight
attribute
Shall
I
devise
to
give
thee
expression
?
Thou
all
that
basenesse
thou
hast
tearm'd
thy selfe
,
Thou
look'st
now
I
should
whine
and
pale
and
weepe
Hang
'bout
thy
necke
,
submit
,
and
kneele
for
grace
,
As
if
thou
wert
that
brave
man
so
reported
!
Know
I
am
no
such
Creature
,
neither
thinke
I
There
can
be
ought
good
in
thee
,
saving
this
Which
was
the
last
,
that
thou
hast
plighted
me
,
To
one
more
worthy
one
,
whose
very
shadow
I
prize
,
above
thy
beeing
,
one
whose
actions
Were
never
taxt
in
any
thing
save
this
To
ransome
such
a
—
what
thou
knowest
thy selfe
Him
I'le
both
love
and
marry
,
hence
,
depart
:
Oh
heaven
,
how
far
my
tongue
speaks
from
my
heart
!
Fer.
I
would
'twere
but
a
dream
,
then
there
were
hope
I
might
be
once
a
wake
and
so
see
day
,
But
night
is
lodg'd
within
me
,
night
perpetuall
Darker
than
the
Cimmerian
,
all
my
lights
Have
only
beene
mere
flashes
that
precede
Tempestuous
crackes
of
thunder
.
Valla.
Now
'tis
time
To
rowze
him
from
his
slumber
,
worthy
friend
How
have
you
sped
this
day
in
my
behalfe
?
Fer.
As
you
would
wish
.
Valla.
You
neede
not
speak't
againe
.
You
averre
no
more
then
what
my
eares
have
witnest
,
In
which
you
have
us'd
such
fidelity
,
I
needs
most
freely
must
acquit
all
debts
Twixt
you
and
mee
,
and
there
Ingeniously
Confesse
my selfe
in
reradge
.
Ferr.
Oh
I
still
,
And
ever-more
,
must
owe
you
.
Valla.
But
If
you
,
Would
add
a
second
to
this
curtesie
,
I
should
report
you
for
the
constantst
friend
That
ever
striv'd
to
exceede
in
gratitude
.
Ferr.
Name
it
I
pray
you
,
having
one
thing
done
,
I
now
am
in
at
all
things
.
Valla.
Vpon
your
honour
.
Ferr.
That
which
you
have
bought
,
And
pay'd
for
,
with
your
money
.
Valla.
That
no
more
,
I
charge
you
by
our
love
.
Ferr.
Why
,
I
have
done
:
What
I
shall
ever
rue
,
may
give
it
motion
,
I
being
new
all
for
action
.
Valla.
Onely
this
,
For
some
occasions
to
my selfe
best
knowne
,
And
which
I
now
intreate
you
not
inquire
,
But
prosecute
,
that
Priest
shall
marry
us
:
For
your
disguise
,
and
all
things
fitting
too't
,
Leave
it
to
my
discretion
to
contrive
,
And
this
is
all
I
injoyne
.
Ferr.
And
this
Ile
doe
.
Valla.
And
binde
mee
to
you
ever
.
Ferr.
I
am
in
,
Past
halfe
already
,
why
not
up
toth'
chinne
?
Exeunt
.
Enter
Sebastian
,
and
Isabella
,
Centella
and
Pineda
,
with
other
Followers
and
Attendants
.
Sebast.
Centella
and
Pineda
,
Wee
haue
long
Mournd
for
your
absence
,
had
not
our
bright
Queene
Made
us
acquainted
with
th'
intent
thereof
,
Wee
had
not
tooke
it
of
you
subject-like
,
You
so
unfriendly
,
left
us
without
leave
,
But
you
are
nobly
welcome
.
Isabel.
As
the
men
,
Have
crown'd
us
with
a
wreathe
,
of
rarer
worth
,
Then
can
the
united
birthes
of
Spaine
and
Portugall
Maintaine
to
us
:
they
make
us
still
supreame
,
And
wee
by
them
find
no
Competitor
,
The
token
that
confirmes
infallibly
,
That
beauty
stands
corrupted
.
Cent.
Sacred
Empresse
,
Behold
the
Ring
:
the
manner
how
shee
fell
,
How
easily
,
and
with
what
facillitie
,
Shee
yeelded
almost
at
the
first
demand
,
Wee
shall
relate
at
full
.
Isabel.
Forbeare
Centella
,
for
to
vexe
him
more
,
It
shall
be
in
his
hearing
;
one
of
you
Release
him
from
the
torment
of
his
Prison
,
To
indure
a
greater
heere
:
And
might
Prince
,
Give
mee
but
leave
,
since
hee
so
prowdly
durst
Deprave
our
worth
to
spite
,
nor
all
his
griefe
,
And
triumph
in
his
willfull
miserie
.
Sebast.
You
speake
but
what
is
just
and
necessary
,
In
others
to
deterre
the
like
presumption
,
I
pray
sir
reprehend
him
,
you
cannot
bee
too
bitter
In
his
Iust
reprehension
.
Enter
Bonavida
and
his
man
,
brought
in
by
Pineda
.
Cent.
See
,
hee's
come
.
Isabel.
Wee
have
sent
to
proove
your
Mistris
.
Bona.
And
her
constancie
Hath
purchas'd
my
release
,
Is't
not
so
Madam
?
Isabel.
Wee
are
put
downe
;
I
fear'd
if
any
clyme
Could
yeeld
rarietie
to
equall
ours
,
It
would
be
found
in
England
.
Bona.
So
I
said
,
And
Royall
Mistris
,
had
you
seene
that
face
,
And
made
such
proofe
,
as
I
did
of
her
heart
,
You
would
esteeme
it
no
disgrace
at
all
,
To
honour
her
,
that's
your
sole
paragon
,
Isa.
Impudent
slave
—
But
wee'l
containe
our
spleene
;
but
'tis
my
griefe
To
be
excel'd
in
both
;
to
have
fail'd
in
one
,
Had
bin
the
lesse
vexation
.
Bona.
Oh
,
my
faire
Hellena
!
Thou
hast
fil'd
my
soule
with
rapture
,
and
releast
me
From
melancholly
durance
;
Madam
what
were
they
That
made
this
happy
triall
,
and
informd
you
That
truth
,
to
make
her
this
acknowledgement
?
Isable.
Behold
them
:
these
are
the
witnesses
Of
my
disgrace
through
Spaine
.
Bona.
They're
noble
Lords
,
By
whose
approved
censures
,
you
have
made
,
Here
highnesse
to
confesse
mine
injuries
.
At
you
returne
,
in
what
plight
did
you
leave
Th'
unequall'd
Lady
?
Cent.
Faith
,
in
health
of
body
.
Bona.
Be
proud
my
genius
on't
.
Pin.
And
lusty
wondrous
lusty
.
Bona.
Was
she
seene
?
Cent.
yes
seene
,
and
felt
,
and
heard
,
and
understood
,
We
found
her
a
Noune
Substantive
.
Bona.
Oh
,
my
blood
!
why
flyest
thou
from
my
heart
?
Cent.
yet
she
stood
,
And
by
her selfe
too
,
when
she
was
alone
,
But
lighting
upon
company
she
leak't
,
Poore
prostitute
,
she
fell
.
Bona
Vnriddle
me
,
and
let
me
know
thy
meaning
.
Cent.
Then
in
plaine
—
your
Mistresse
is
a
Whore
.
Bona.
Centalla
spak't
.
Cent.
And
will
mak't
good
,
More
Bonavida
,
mine
,
My
prostitute
,
most
base
and
mercenary
,
Bowing
her
lust
beneath
the
price
of
gold
,
For
a
few
Spanish
Ryalls
.
Bona.
Oh
,
my
rage
!
Whether
wilt
thou
transport
me
?
Villaine
,
Dog
,
False
and
unworthy
and
noble
style
,
Scarce
th'
attribute
of
man
,
Cent.
Oh
,
Sir
,
anon
I
hope
you'l
have
more
patience
,
Bona.
Patience
Devill
?
Let
it
flee
to
th'
Antipodes
,
and
we
Wraste
in
wrath
and
fury
,
that
base
lie
I'le
stab
with
my
steeletto
downe
thy
throate
,
And
make
thee
swallow
both
.
Pin.
.
you
are
now
heated
:
a
little
pawse
will
coole
you
.
Bona.
King
,
'tis
false
,
Beleeve
him
not
great
Princesse
,
'tis
injust
;
Vnlesse
an
Angell
should
descend
and
speak't
,
And
for
an
instance
streight
produce
that
Ring
.
It
wins
with
me
no
credence
.
Isabel.
Know
you
that
?
Bona.
Ha
,
this
—
I
doe
,
and
therewithall
dare
sweare
That
there's
no
faith
in
woman
.
Isa.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
:
what
thinks
he
great
censorious
carper
now
?
Bona.
That
there's
not
one
(
give
my
alleageance
leave
)
I
durst
suspect
even
you
,
since
she
is
falne
.
Isable.
Ha
;
what
of
us
?
Bona.
That
I
have
callumnis'd
,
Your
fame
and
vertue
,
that
I
merit
death
,
That
I
am
now
profest
Antagonist
,
(
Saving
your
majesty
)
to
all
your
sex
,
That
I
am
weary
now
the
ayre
I
breath
,
And
should
you
grant
it
Madam
,
would
not
live
,
That
I
no
batter
than
a
Traytor
am
,
And
in
the
highest
degree
,
have
injur'd
these
,
Buy
most
,
your
sacred
selfe
:
if
for
all
these
You
doe
not
mount
me
on
the
publicke
scaffold
,
I
will
lay
violent
hands
upon
my
selfe
:
I
beg
my
merited
doome
,
my
sentence
crave
,
Which
with
severest
rigour
let
me
have
.
Isa.
We
limit
thee
two
dayes
for
thy
repentance
,
The
third's
thy
death
.
Bona.
My
Hellena
prove
base
?
Mount
thoughts
towards
heaven
,
you
have
on
earth
no
place
.
Sebast.
He
hath
but
what
he
merits
.
Isabel.
And
great
prince
,
Now
boast
your selfe
'bove
Brutus
,
Collatine
.
Or
those
most
famous
for
their
constant
wives
,
And
I
my selfe
unequal'd
and
unpeer'd
May
on
the
earth
a
blazing
Comet
shine
,
Seeming
'mongst
others
terren
sole
divine
.
Our
trusty
friends
and
subjects
henceforth
live
In
our
highest
grace
,
and
trust
:
how
we
will
right
You
that
for
zeale
to
us
have
injur'd
beene
In
our
apparent
justice
shall
bee
seene
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Petrocella
,
Valladaura
.
Vall.
You
sent
for
me
.
Petro.
I
did
,
to
tell
thee
a
word
of
which
no
eare
is
worthy
but
thine
owne
,
I
love
thee
.
Vall.
Possible
,
vexation
should
take
new
shapes
to
haunt
me
,
you
love
me
,
come
,
this
jeast
might
passe
upon
one
of
Cupids
fashions
,
but
I
being
a
found
Sophister
in
the
art
,
am
too
familiar
with
our
fallacies
,
to
credit
them
or
you
.
Petro.
Let
not
your
comming
betray
your
folly
,
though
it
be
common
with
Ladies
,
twould
shew
very
ill
a
Courtier
.
I
confesse
I
seem'd
strange
to
you
,
till
I
was
acquainted
with
your
worth
.
Val.
How
grew
that
acquaintance
,
'twas
without
my
knowledge
?
Pet.
Not
to
dissemble
,
some
impulsive
Nuntio's
have
wrought
very
strangely
for
you
but
examine
not
particulars
:
suffice
,
I
say
I
love
you
and
you
dare
not
take
my
word
,
I
can
put
you
in
no
better
security
.
Val.
I
desire
none
,
onely
,
but
silence
,
you
have
vouchsaf'd
mee
a
happinesse
,
beyond
merit
or
expectation
.
Petr.
Y'are
the
more
beholding
to
me
,
and
curtesie
that
comes
from
a
woman
freely
,
is
worth
twenty
pleasures
inforst
,
neither
would
I
have
you
taxe
my
love
of
immodesty
:
nor
think
I
purpose
to
make
you
pay
for
the
nursery
of
another
mans
pleasure
,
though
it
be
common
with
some
at
Court
;
I
have
a
kind
of
thing
within
me
cal'd
conscience
,
only
I
love
you
,
and
out
of
a
compassionate
charity
purpose
to
marry
you
.
Enter
Aldana
,
Pineda
,
Centella
,
Ferrers
like
a
Churchman
.
Vall.
H'as
don't
to
purpose
,
I
know
not
how
to
take
you
Lady
.
Petro.
Ene
as
you
find
me
,
that's
with
more
faults
than
vertues
but
see
,
my
father
and
some
of
my
best
friends
,
to
whom
I
have
read
the
story
of
my
love
,
come
in
person
to
dispatch
the
Nuptialls
.
Vall.
Then
I
presume
y'are
earnest
,
sir
I
must
call
you
father
.
Ald.
And
never
miscall
me
,
if
shee
be
thy
wife
as
I
thinke
shee
will
be
.
Vall.
With
your
consent
.
Ald.
Get
hers
,
it's
not
a
straw
matter
for
mine
,
and
yet
to
make
her
no
worse
than
she
is
,
I
must
needs
say
shee
will
doe
any
thing
she
list
her selfe
in
spite
of
my
beard
,
my
further
Honour
still
:
but
take
her
to
thee
,
I
thought
so
,
as
soone
as
ever
I
saw
thee
smacke
,
I
knew
'twould
prove
a
match
and
now
tis
out
,
my
further
honour
still
.
Petr.
Out
before
'tis
throughly
lighted
?
such
matches
were
nere
kindled
at
Hymens
altar
,
have
you
sufficient
certificate
of
my
love
now
?
Vall.
Yes
sweet
,
and
now
my
resolutions
wings
File
with
some
Fethers
:
thou
the
man
must
joyne
us
?
Fer.
Yes
,
and
divide
my selfe
from
happinesse
,
this
hand
Must
forth
my
bosom
pluck
a
blessednesse
And
place
it
in
anothers
,
—
are
you
ready
?
Vall.
To
shake
thine
Honour
,
which
gins
faint
already
,
We
are
,
set
on
,
let
musicke
speake
aloud
,
At
such
chast
Vnions
Iove
himselfe
is
proud
.
Musicke
sounds
,
while
Ferrers
in
the
habit
of
a
Churchman
joynes
them
,
they
all
exit
.
Fer.
Awake
?
or
in
a
dreame
?
I
hope
the
last
,
The
god
of
marriage
would
not
see
his
shrine
.
So
much
abus'd
,
the
hallow'd
lights
burn
out
Themselves
in
anger
,
and
the
Cov'nant
Booke
Dropt
downe
for
shame
,
my
hand
shooke
,
and
my
tongue
Like
a
false
evidence
before
a
judge
Faltred
,
and
gave
it selfe
the
lie
,
and
yet
My
treacherous
heart
agreed
to't
,
and
this
habit
,
Oh
,
could
I
throw
my
griefe
as
easily
from
me
,
As
I
do
thee
,
nere
did
religious
share
,
Countenance
or
shelter
such
a
horrid
act
.
Enter
Valladaura
.
Vall.
Friend
Ferrers
—
Fer.
Ha
?
that
very
accent
,
friend
,
Giues
my
faint
feares
the
he
,
and
writes
my
act
Noble
and
lawfull
:
had
I
giv'n
him
my
life
'twas
but
his
owne
.
Vall.
Will
not
this
Marble
weepe
?
Nor
shed
a
teare
yet
?
Not
?
he
quite
outdares
me
,
In
noble
curtesies
,
all
my
attempts
Like
curses
shall
against
the
winde
flie
back
In
mine
owne
face
and
soile
it
.
Noble
Ferrers
Thy
manly
undertakings
halfe
perswade
me
Thou
art
more
than
man
.
Fer.
Mine
?
'las
,
I
have
done
nothing
.
Worthy
your
least
good
thought
:
if
you
(
or
hell
)
Can
finde
a
service
to
injoine
your
slavs
More
hard
(
or
damnable
)
that
may
become
(
The
Devill
to
will
)
a
servant
to
effect
,
Vrge
one
more
triall
.
Vall.
And
with
that
Ile
claime
thee
King
of
thy selfe
and
thy
affections
.
And
thus
it
is
,
for
reasons
yet
conceal'd
And
strangely
working
in
my
mutinous
thoughts
,
I
would
,
and
yet
tis
a
request
nor
fitting
Me
to
enjoyne
,
nor
thee
to
practise
.
Fer.
Name
it
.
And
if
I
doe't
not
—
Vall.
I
am
asham'd
to
owne
it
,
Tis
so
uncomely
and
beyond
the
strength
Of
man
to
act
:
yet
in
a
word
,
this
night
Thou
shalt
(
denie't
not
)
under
my
name
and
habit
,
Sleepe
in
my
marriage
sheets
and
with
my
wife
.
Fer.
Sleepe
with
your
wife
?
and
is
that
all
?
Vall.
Yes
,
all
That
I
allow
,
if
after
I
shall
prove
,
Thou
art
unchaste
,
so
much
as
in
a
kisse
,
All
thy
past
worth
is
blemish'd
,
never
demand
The
reason
on't
,
that's
buried
.
Ferr.
I
will
do't
;
sleepe
with
your
wife
?
Ile
do
I
,
No
Eunuke
like
mee
.
Valla.
Shee's
now
gone
to
her
Chamber
.
Ladies
and
all
have
left
her
,
under
this
clowd
,
Goe
shrow'd
thy selfe
.
Ferr.
'Tis
done
,
How ere
I
rest
,
Ile
rise
bright
honors
sonne
Exeunt
.
Actus
quintus
.
Scaena
prima
.
Enter
Valladaura
,
Aldana
,
and
Pineda
,
Centella
.
Pine.
WHat
disturbs
Valladaura
?
Alda.
What
meanes
my
sonne
?
Valla.
To
runne
,
and
roare
,
and
bellow
.
Cent.
You
are
not
mad
?
Valla.
As
the
great
beast
call'd
Bull
;
Oh
the
crampe
,
the
crampe
!
Alda.
Where
?
Valla.
Here
,
there
,
every where
,
in
my
Cry
,
my
Mouth
,
my
tongue
,
pull
,
and
you
love
mee
pull
.
Pine.
Where
?
Valla.
In
the
middle
there
.
Alda.
What
doe
you
meane
?
Valla.
Shew
you
a
true
Embleme
of
my selfe
,
I
am
married
.
Alda.
True
,
to
my
daughter
.
Valla.
Yes
,
to
a
strumpet
,
to
a
lascivious
strumpet
,
not
possible
to
draw
on
my
wedding
shooes
without
a
horne
.
Alda.
You
are
too
darke
.
Valla.
And
your
daughter
too
light
.
Omnes
.
Speake
your
griefes
fully
.
Valla.
As
patience
,
not
suffer
me
this
piece
Of
frailty
,
cut
out
of
the
heart
of
beauty
,
Where
I
so
lov'd
,
as
it
was
doubtfull
whether
Shee
or
my
life
were
deerer
to
mee
;
shee
Whom
by
mee
married
,
is
this
night
Claspt
with
a
stranger
:
makes
her
fathers
house
The
wedding
chamber
,
and
her
nuptiall
sheetes
Reeke
to
adulterate
pleasure
—
Alda.
Little
to
my
honor
,
and
this
be
true
;
Valla.
Would
,
oh
my
lost
life
,
I
could
prove
it
false
,
Fates
not
so
mercifull
;
late
up
at
revells
;
I
will
not
say
some
of
her
sect
of
late
Plide
me
with
wine
,
to
give
her
purpose
food
,
But
healths
flew
round
,
and
with
full
wing
,
and
still
I
was
their
aime
:
They
mist
their
aime
tho
;
and
yet
but
a
fayrer
Assoone
as
opportunity
serv'd
me
:
Vnseene
I
lest
'em
,
and
by
a
private
key
,
Went
to
my
Chamber
,
where
I
said
,
Ile
dare
call
her
Neither
my
wife
,
nor
Bride
;
your
lustfull
daughter
.
Alda.
Doing
no
hurt
,
I
hope
shee
has
more
care
of
him
then
so
.
Valla.
Wearied
with
pleasure
,
shee
lies
fast
asleepe
,
Laid
in
a
strangers
armes
,
sh'as
stay'd
my
speech
,
'Tas
dim'd
mine
eyes
from
sight
,
and
patience
,
Restrain'd
my
head
from
fury
:
what
hee
is
,
or
whence
,
I
neither
know
nor
question
.
Alda.
I
commend
ye
,
my
daughter
a
whore
,
make
my
house
a
stews
,
and
her
father
a
pander
;
is
this
all
the
honor
she
doth
me
?
Pine.
Dishonor'd
above
sufferance
.
Alda.
Wine
,
and
a
strumpet
,
were
there
no
hope
of
generation
,
but
in
her
onely
,
this
hand
should
be
her
hang-man
:
a
whore
on
her
wedding
night
,
There's
more
modesty
contem'd
in
a
Goare
,
strumpet
,
whore
,
I
will
not
call
her
daughter
,
Ile
loose
her
,
Will
you
leade
the
way
?
Valla.
Your
pardon
,
I
am
so
mildly
temper'd
,
the
expence
Of
one
cheape
teare
,
would
buy
her
pardon
;
had
her
fault
stroke
at
my
life
;
If
you
intend
revenge
,
Do't
in
my
absence
.
Alda.
Th'art
a
chicken
,
leave
us
,
tho'
a
fathers
name
,
Ile
beare
a
lyons
heart
,
breake
ope
the
doores
,
strumpet
,
why
Impudence
,
breake
ope
the
doore
—
Petr.
Whom
doe
you
seeke
?
Enter
Petrocella
with
a
bloody
ponyard
Alda.
A
strumpet
,
thee
,
a
—
I
can't
devise
a
name
bad
enough
for
thee
.
Fetr.
Ile
give
my selfe
one
,
call
me
Murtheresse
;
A
Name
I
am
prowd
of
.
Valla.
Ha
?
Al.
She
has
sau'd
us
a
labor
;
what
means
this
bloody
punyard
?
Petr.
Reade
in
my
brow
,
doe
you
not
see
his
name
Writ
in
red
letters
?
Alda.
I
see
none
:
whose
?
what
name
?
Petr.
Base
Valladauraes
—
Alda.
Thy
Husband
?
Pert.
Hee
was
never
mine
:
for
tho'
you
joyn'd
our
hands
,
My
heart
ne're
tide
a
man
to
't
;
and
how ever
duty
Lives
at
command
,
Love
cannot
be
inforc'd
,
And
rather
then
live
bound
to
one
I
love
not
,
I
have
bought
my
freedome
with
his
life
.
Valla.
False
woman
?
Petr.
Alive
againe
!
blest
starre
—
Valla.
I
nere
was
dead
,
But
thou
hast
kill'd
a
man
,
whom
to
have
sau'd
,
Had
I
a
thousand
lives
,
Ide
loose
them
all
:
O
valliant
Ferrers
,
a
more
Noble
Gentleman
Never
drew
air
.
Omnes
.
The
English
man
?
Valla.
The
wonder
,
And
abstract
of
all
vertues
:
did
you
but
know
What
bold
and
noble
Passages
of
honor
,
He
for
my
sake
,
with
danger
hazzarded
,
You
would
have
thought
there
were
more
deity
,
Then
man
within
him
—
Petr.
Choaked
in
my
revenge
,
This
Ioyes
mee
yet
,
that
tho'l
mist
thy
life
,
I
reach'd
thy
friends
.
Valla.
My
friend
indeede
:
and
one
,
That
did'st
but
know
how
ardently
he
lou'd
Thee
Tiger
,
thee
,
his
cruell
murderer
,
Thou'dst
curse
thy
hand
,
and
hate
thy
bloody
selfe
,
For
thy
not
loving
him
.
Alda.
If
hee
were
so
loving
to
her
,
and
honourable
to
you
what
businesse
had
hee
in
your
Chamber
?
Vall.
Much
,
and
farre
more
then
ever
was
in
man
,
But
passing
many
unmatch'd
curtesies
,
In
honors
duell
,
when
I
all
hope
had
lost
,
Ever
to
win
the
—
Petr.
That
slave
woo'd
mee
for
you
,
so
much
the
sweeter
by
that
,
The
thought
of
my
revenge
.
Valla.
To
trie
him
further
,
In
a
church-mans
habit
,
Altho'
hee
lov'd
thee
dearer
then
his
life
,
At
my
intreat
hee
married
us
.
Petr.
White-liver'd
peasant
,
I
have
given
him
a
due
recompence
.
Valla.
But
last
,
And
it
may
stand
,
writ
in
the
Rowle
of
time
,
A
daring
challenge
to
all
Ages
.
Pine.
You
sent
him
to
bed
to
your
wife
.
Petro.
Which
tho'
I
hated
him
,
I
must
acknowledge
Him
noble
that
way
.
Valla.
Every
way
;
the
World
Has
lost
a
iewell
,
not
to
be
regain'd
By
losse
of
twenty
Worlds
.
Cent.
But
to
what
purpose
did
you
send
him
to
your
wives
bed
?
Valla.
My
purpose
was
,
having
once
past
that
triall
,
To
have
made
you
man
and
wife
.
Alda.
How
could
that
bee
,
when
you
were
married
before
?
Valla.
Shee
was
never
mine
,
the
marriage
was
not
lawfull
,
Done
by
a
Lay-man
;
But
mans
fate
,
'tis
throwne
Above
his
reach
,
our
hopes
are
not
our
owne
.
Petr.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Valla.
Dost
laugh
at
sorrow
?
Petr.
Would
you
have
mee
turne
Crocodile
,
and
weepe
,
Ferrers
,
Mont
Ferrers
,
prithee
come
helpe
me
to
laugh
a
little
.
Enter
Ferrers
.
Valla.
Ferrers
!
my
friend
alive
?
Petr.
By
this
blood
of
a
Turtle
,
and
that's
a
chaste
oath
,
hee
never
did
.
Valla.
Hast
fail'd
thy
promise
,
and
abus'd
my
trust
?
Petr.
Doe
but
name
the
word
,
abuse
by
love
,
and
Ile
kill
him
indeed
;
what
should
hee
doe
?
He
came
to
bed
,
and
for
his
eyes
take
,
slept
with
mee
,
yet
ne're
so
much
as
kist
mee
,
but
I
confesse
,
I
gave
him
twenty
.
Valla.
To
quittance
with
him
thus
,
I
give
him
thy
hand
.
Ferr.
I
aske
no
more
,
I
have
her
heart
already
.
Petr.
Have
heart
and
faith
,
Noble
Mont
Ferrers
.
Alda.
My
daughter
chaste
,
my
house
honest
,
and
noble
Ferrers
my
Son-in-law
;
this
happens
to
my
further
honor
indeede
.
Pine.
Noble
of
all
sides
,
and
so
for
joy
of
your
friendly
agreement
,
the
Amorous
sunne
is
come
to
give
you
a
hunts-up
.
Cent.
Aurora
lookes
red
at
that
,
but
with
the
new
light
,
new
businesse
meetes
us
,
Bonavidaes
Execution
.
Pine.
Ten
a clocke
,
is
the
last
houre
his
life
has
to
reckon
.
Alda.
Please
you
take
part
of
a
short
breakfast
,
wee
will
accompany
you
.
Valla.
Come
Ferrers
,
now
all
Tryalls
are
confirm'd
In
this
Imbrace
.
Fer.
You
have
beene
ever
noble
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Manhurst
,
Hellen
,
and
her
Maid
page-like
.
Helle.
This
then
is
Spaine
,
into
which
continent
You
promist
to
conduct
mee
.
Manh.
Yes
,
it
is
.
Helle.
And
what
this
Cities
name
?
Manh.
Civill
,
the
chiefe
of
Spaine
;
where
I
presume
You
never
were
till
now
.
Helle.
As
I
remember
:
I
never
was
in
Civill
,
but
being
heere
,
How
shall
wee
best
dispose
us
?
Manh.
Doubt
not
mee
:
Ile
fit
you
with
a
lodging
;
Heere's
a
Spaniard
,
Ile
sownd
him
to
that
purpose
.
Enter
the
Clowne
.
Clow.
Trust
a
Woman
?
trust
thy
morgage
to
an
Vsurer
,
thy
shoulder
to
the
Mace
,
or
thy
bare
backe
to
the
Beadle
,
thou
wilt
bee
whipt
on
all
sides
;
a
Woman
?
Helle.
This
fellow
,
as
I
recollect
my selfe
,
Was
servant
to
the
noble
Bonavida
.
Rosa.
I
know
him
,
'tis
the
same
.
Clow.
Why
are
they
cal'd
faire
,
but
that
they
are
like
a
Faire
where
every
one
sets
up
shop
,
and
any
man
may
buy
for
his
mony
?
why
lovely
,
but
to
denote
unto
us
,
they
lie
when
they
tell
a
man
they
love
him
?
why
chaste
?
unlesse
from
Coast
to
countrey
,
and
from
Constable
to
Constable
:
Why
Virgin
?
but
that
they
are
meerely
gins
and
snares
to
intangle
poore
men
in
:
why
,
when
a
man
courts
them
;
doe
they
cry
,
away
,
away
?
but
only
to
tell
a
man
that
there
is
a
way
,
if
he
have
the
wit
to
finde
it
.
Oh
,
Women
,
Women
,
foemineo
gentri
tribuuntur
Propria
quae
Maribus
.
Man.
This
fellow
I
perceive's
a
Satyrist
Against
the
Feminine
Sex
Save
thee
,
my
friend
.
Clow.
From
Women
and
I
care
not
,
for
there's
against
them
no
standing
.
Helle.
Is
there
in
them
such
danger
?
Clow.
Danger
,
I
find
but
a
little
in
that
face
,
and
tis
a
face
able
to
out-face
the
best
face
in
Spaine
.
A
face
that
I
have
beene
face
to
face
with
,
before
now
,
but
'tis
so
long
since
I
cannot
tell
when
and
we
have
travelld
so
many
Countries
I
cannot
guesse
where
,
Are
you
a
stranger
faire
Lady
?
Helle.
Yes
,
and
a
traveller
.
Clow.
I
love
you
the
better
for
that
,
for
indeed
I
my selfe
have
seene
Countries
,
and
I
see
no
reason
,
but
that
if
both
parties
were
agreed
we
two
might
lie
together
by
Authority
.
Man.
Why
I
have
travel'd
too
—
Clow.
Alas
,
poore
fellow
,
thou
lookst
not
with
the
face
,
but
if
thou
canst
give
mee
but
the
true
fashions
and
descriptions
of
Countries
,
or
my
friend
,
with
mee
you
can
purchase
no
Credit
.
Man
.
I
shall
and
thus
in
briefe
too
.
The
Song
.
THe
Spanyard
loves
his
antient
Slop
.
A
Lombard
the
Venetian
:
And
some
like
breech-lesse
women
go
,
The
Rush
,
Turke
,
Iew
,
and
Grecian
.
The
thriftie
Frenchman
weares
small
waste
,
The
Dutch
his
belly
boasteth
,
The
English-man
is
for
the
them
all
all
,
And
for
each
fashion
coasteth
.
The
Turke
in
Linnen
wraps
his
head
.
The
Persian
his
in
Lawne
toe
,
The
Rush
with
sables
furs
his
Cap
And
change
will
not
be
drawne
to
.
The
Spanyard's
constant
to
his
block
,
The
French
inconstant
ever
,
But
of
all
Felts
that
may
be
felt
,
Give
me
your
English
Beaver
.
The
German
loves
his
Coony-Wooll
,
The
Irish-man
his
shag
too
,
The
Welch
his
Mon-mouth
loves
to
weare
,
And
of
the
same
will
brag
too
.
Some
love
the
rough
and
some
the
smoothe
,
Some
great
and
others
small
things
,
But
O
your
lickarish
English
man
,
He
loves
to
deale
in
all
things
.
The
Rush
drinks
quaffe
,
Dutch
Lubecks
beere
,
And
that
is
strong
and
mightie
,
The
Brittaine
he
Mesheglen
quaffs
,
The
Irish
Aqua-vitae
.
The
French
affects
the
Orleans
grape
,
The
Spanyard
sips
his
Sherry
,
The
English
none
of
these
can
scape
,
But
hee
with
all
makes
merry
.
The
Italian
in
her
high
Chopeene
,
Scotch
lasse
,
and
lovely
Froe
too
,
The
Spanish
Donna
,
French
Madam
,
He
doth
net
feare
to
goe
to
.
Nothing
so
full
of
hazard
,
dread
,
Nought
liues
above
the
Center
,
No
health
,
no
fashion
,
wine
or
wench
,
On
which
he
dare
not
venter
.
Clow.
God-a-mercy
for
this
in
faith
,
and
were
it
not
that
the
griefe
,
for
my
Noble
Masters
death
,
and
that
to morrow
too
—
Helle.
Why
,
hast
thou
a
master
to
suffer
?
Clow.
Yes
,
and
about
a
face
too
that
would
have
serv'd
the
turne
,
if
the
heart
had
been
correspondent
.
If
you
have
a
minde
to
see
the
pittifull
spectacle
,
I'le
helpe
you
to
a
place
,
where
you
shall
have
roome
to
see
,
leasure
to
lament
,
and
time
to
shed
teares
.
Helle.
Strange
,
most
strange
,
I
will
inquire
this
further
,
Ith'
meane
time
,
canst
helpe
us
to
a
lodging
?
Clow.
Yes
,
especially
for
such
a
face
.
If
you
desire
a
strong
one
,
to
a
prison
.
If
you
would
lie
cheape
and
save
charges
,
'tis
but
speaking
treason
,
and
I'le
helpe
you
to
be
billeted
,
at
the
Kings
castle
.
Enter
Bonavida
with
Officers
,
and
executioner
.
Bona.
The
Queene
playes
with
my
death
,
And
bids
me
act
a
bold
Tragedians
part
,
To
which
,
such
moving
action
I
will
give
,
That
it
shall
glaze
this
Theater
round
with
teares
,
And
all
that
shall
behold
me
on
this
stage
,
Pittying
my
fate
:
shall
taxe
her
cruelty
,
And
to
the
Spanish
Chronicles
let
this
a
adde
,
That
he
whose
tongue
hath
justified
their
sex
,
Whose
fword
hath
coapt
brave
Champions
for
their
fame
Whose
travells
have
been
to
maintaine
their
honours
,
And
of
their
vertues
to
give
large
approofe
,
That
he
,
whose
labour
was
their
praise
t'uphold
,
Should
by
a
woman
fall
;
a
faire
false
woman
:
And
be
it
not
the
least
staine
to
that
Country
,
That
she
was
bred
in
England
.
Sound
,
Enter
Sebastian
,
Isabella
,
Ferrers
,
Valladaura
,
Aldana
,
Pineda
,
Petrocella
,
&c.
Sebast.
The
character
you
have
given
that
noble
stranger
,
His
valour
,
faith
,
and
friendship
Valladaura
,
So
deepely
hath
imprest
us
:
that
we
are
pleas'd
,
To
see
him
match't
into
a
noble
house
,
And
wee
from
henceforth
shall
account
him
ours
.
Isabel.
Faire
Petrocella
,
we
commend
your
choyce
,
For
if
renowne
bath
blazond
him
aright
.
Spaine
it
could
scaree
have
betterd
:
we
have
stor'd
Favours
for
you
,
and
high
respect
for
him
,
Which
leasure
shall
make
knowne
:
but
to
the
Prisoner
,
That's
now
our
present
businesse
:
Seate
you
Lords
,
Pineda
,
you
next
us
.
Bona.
.
Queene
here's
your
sport
,
And
this
the
marke
you
aime
at
:
yet
in
this
Deale
gently
with
me
,
doe
not
mock
my
death
,
And
Ile
expose
my
life
as
willingly
,
As
in
my
ripest
joyes
and
best
of
pleasures
.
In
love
which
most
I
wish
to
have
preserv'd
,
Nor
trouble
me
with
vaine
intergatories
To
turne
my
soule
(
in
the
high
rode
to
heaven
Into
some
dangerous
by-path
)
grant
but
this
,
My
death
I
freely
pardon
.
Isabel.
Those
small
minutes
You
have
to
spend
,
are
at
your
owne
desires
,
No
tongue
shall
interrupt
you
.
Bonavid.
Now
you
are
kinde
:
I
now
with
what
prepared
speed
I
can
Will
come
to
kisse
my
Fate
.
Prepares
for
death
.
Enter
Manhurst
,
Hellena
,
and
the
Maide
.
Man.
Come
Lady
,
if
we
presse
not
through
the
throng
Wee
shall
not
get
to
th'hearing
.
Helle.
'Mongst
all
these
Courtiers
,
point
me
our
the
man
?
Maid
.
That
Picke-devant
that
elbowes
next
the
Queene
.
Helle.
Enough
,
no
more
.
Bona.
Now
farewell
Royall
Soveraigne
and
great
Queene
,
Vnto
whose
high
and
sacred
Majesty
My
forfeit
head
thus
stoopes
:
and
best
lov'd
Peeres
,
I
only
wish
this
blood
you
shall
see
drawne
Had
drop't
before
the
common
enemie
,
The
barbarous
Turke
:
in
some
just
Christian
cause
Not
in
this
feminine
quarrell
.
I
had
then
Dyde
a
crown'd
Martyr
:
that
offendour
like
Now
bow
to
th'
Axe
of
Iustice
:
fare-well
to
Thee
,
for
whose
love
I
undergoe
this
shame
,
May
thy
repentance
for
thy
guilt
begge
pardon
,
That
wee
may
meete
in
blest
Elizium
,
There
our
soules
kisse
together
:
Farewell
world
,
Growne
so
corrupt
,
thou
wilt
not
suffer
Vertue
And
Beauty
roofe
together
:
may
thy
charitie
Guide
me
to
yon
safe
harbour
.
Thus
I
fall
Beneath
my
offences
,
and
take
leave
of
—
Helle.
Stay
.
Isabel.
Who
interupts
our
Iustice
?
Helle.
As
you
are
Royall
,
And
worthy
of
those
honors
arch
your
head
,
Deferre
that
bloody
businesse
now
in
hand
,
To
right
an
injur'd
woman
.
Manh.
What
meanes
this
?
Sebast.
A
lovely
and
sweete
presence
.
Ferr.
That
apparition
transports
mee
into
wonder
.
Isabel.
A
rare
aspect
;
had
shee
a
suiting
vertue
,
Pineda
,
I
should
halfe
suspect
my
challenge
,
And
willingly
compound
.
Pine.
Most
Divine
Princesse
,
Should
they
meere
heere
,
I
should
not
blame
your
feares
,
Since
th'one
appeares
to
bee
incomparable
.
Sebast.
What
seeke
you
from
this
throne
?
Helle.
That
in
which
Kings
Resemble
most
the
Gods
:
Iustice
.
Isabel.
'Gainst
whom
?
Helle
.
Against
a
Fellon
,
robber
▪
a
base
thiese
.
Harbourd
in
this
your
Court
.
Sebast.
If
such
live
heere
,
As
wee
are
King
,
wee
bannish
him
our
patronage
.
And
yeeld
him
up
to
sentence
:
first
,
faire
creature
,
Give
your
name
,
your
birth
,
and
qualitie
.
Helle.
My
Nation
forraine
:
birth
,
not
high
degree'd
,
Nor
every
way
ignoble
:
for
my
qualitie
,
Some
that
resume
to
know
mee
,
call
me
Libertine
,
Wanton
and
wild
wench
;
nay
,
a
Curtizan
:
But
were
I
looser
then
ere
Lais
was
,
It
should
not
barre
mee
justice
.
Sebast.
Thou
shalt
ha'te
.
Ferr.
That
word
quak'd
all
the
blood
within
my
vaines
,
And
agues
all
my
nerves
.
Pine.
You
keepe
your
owne
yet
madam
.
Isabel.
And
of
that
,
Pineda
,
I
am
prowd
,
infinite
prowde
,
I
nere
was
pleas'd
with
anies
,
finne
till
now
;
It
makes
mee
still
unpeer'd
.
Sebast.
Speake
,
what's
your
wrong
?
Helle.
See
you
this
pantofle
?
Twas
a
rich
paire
,
till
the
base
fellonie
,
Of
one
of
this
your
Court
divided
them
;
For
being
lodg'd
,
and
nobly
entertain'd
,
Was
not
alone
content
to
vitiate
Both
fame
and
body
,
and
to
take
full
surfet
Of
that
my
prostitution
,
but
unworthy
The
title
of
a
noble
Gentleman
,
Hee
stole
the
slipper
there
,
that
fellowes
this
,
Valewed
at
no
lesse
then
a
Thousand
Crownes
.
Sebast.
And
cheapely
rated
too
,
find
out
the
man
,
And
bee
hee
one
Inthron'd
in
our
highest
grace
,
Hee
shall
be
thine
to
censure
.
Isab.
Take
surveigh
,
Make
strickt
inquiry
,
single
men
by
men
:
For
mine
owne
part
,
so
much
I
grieve
thy
losse
,
And
his
base
theft
abhorre
,
that
were't
the
man
Vpon
whose
shoulder
wee
did
use
to
leane
,
Severitie
should
judge
him
.
Helle.
You
are
all
gratious
,
And
Ile
make
bold
to
use
the
benefit
Of
this
your
Clemency
.
Ferr.
Oh
that
some
whirle-wind
would
but
snatch
mee
up
,
And
beare
me
to
a
desart
wildernesse
,
Where
never
man
was
knowne
,
to
sunder
mee
So
farre
,
If
not
much
further
,
from
my
shame
.
Petr.
Pray
sir
,
why
should
this
beautie
trouble
you
.
If
one
of
your
acquaintance
.
Ferr.
I
hope
Lady
,
you
are
not
Iealous
,
are
you
?
Helle.
Sir
looke
up
:
you
are
no
whit
like
the
man
.
Bona
But
shee
the
woman
,
For
whom
the
sword
thus
thirstes
:
is
this
a
vision
?
Or
else
some
waking
dreame
.
Helle.
And
have
I
found
thee
villaine
?
Think'st
thou
Majestie
can
be
protection
for
a
common
thiefe
?
This
is
that
base
fellonious
impudente
,
Shame
to
his
Nation
,
scandall
to
his
birth
,
And
a
disgrace
unto
that
Royall
Court
,
In
which
hee
seemes
protected
.
Pine.
Ha
,
who
I
?
Isabel.
Pineda
guilty
;
shall
wee
bolster
theft
,
And
patronage
dishonour
.
Helle.
Iustice
Queene
,
Iustice
great
sir
,
let
not
this
hie
tribunall
.
So
famous
by
that
Virgin
,
sent
from
heaven
,
That
beares
the
sword
and
ballance
,
now
be
taxt
Of
favour
,
or
connivence
.
Sebast.
As
wee
hope
,
To
be
held
worthy
of
the
Crowne
wee
weare
,
Thou
shalt
not
find
us
partiall
.
Isabel.
Hence
from
us
,
For
till
thou
canst
approve
thine
Innocence
,
And
cleere
this
blacke
aspersion
throwne
on
thee
,
Wee
heere
abandon
thee
,
to
the
severity
Of
the
Lawes
rigorous
censure
.
Pine.
You
amaze
mee
,
Nor
know
I
what
this
meanes
.
Helle.
I
challenge
then
this
man
for
stealing
from
mee
The
fellow
to
this
slipper
.
Pine.
Of
which
crime
,
I
heere
protest
mee
cleare
:
Name
the
time
where
.
Helle.
That
night
,
when
I
became
thy
Paramore
,
brested
thee
,
in
these
armes
received
thee
Into
my
free
Imbraces
,
and
imparted
The
lavish
store
of
such
voluptuous
sweetes
,
I
lent
with
all
profusenesse
Pine.
I
doe
this
!
Madam
,
by
all
my
favours
stor'd
in
you
,
I
never
look'd
upon
that
face
till
now
;
Nor
doe
I
know
what
this
Imposture
meanes
.
Helle.
What
saith
my
Page
to
this
?
Maid
.
That
'tis
most
false
,
And
what
my
Lady
heere
protests
for
true
,
That
,
noble
fit
,
I'me
witnesse
,
as
a
man
To
all
his
vnjust
actions
accessary
.
Contel.
Produce
mee
as
a
party
?
May
this
presence
,
And
awefull
Throne
,
'fore
which
I
stand
accus'd
,
Pronounce
mee
as
a
man
forsooke
and
lost
,
If
in
the
least
of
what
these
two
suggest
,
I
have
the
smallest
knowledge
.
Sebast.
Both
wayes
strange
.
Pine.
Bring
mee
in
censure
?
by
that
royalty
,
Beneath
whose
grace
I
breathe
,
shee
is
to
mee
As
forraine
as
an
Indian
:
and
her
cause
As
farre
from
my
acquintance
:
by
my
life
,
Which
ne're
before
a
more
Royall
Court
,
Could
have
bin
call'd
in
question
:
what
shee
is
,
I
know
not
:
of
what
Nation
,
birth
,
degree
;
How
,
or
from
whence
deriv'd
,
what
continent
,
Or
from
what
place
shee's
come
;
shee
may
be
Turke
,
But
More
shee
cannot
bee
,
shee
is
so
faire
,
Shee's
strange
to
me
,
yet
somewhat
should
I
say
;
To
brest
with
her
,
I
might
as
well
have
done
it
With
a
Beare
,
or
Lionnesse
:
Madam
with
her
I
vow
I
never
did
.
Helle.
Give
me
thy
oath
of
that
.
Pine.
I
can
,
and
dare
.
Cent.
And
I
as
willingly
,
That
I
was
never
second
to
a
man
,
In
any
such
false
businesse
.
Helle.
Let
them
sweare
.
Isabel.
They
shall
.
Pine.
Wee
will
.
Bona.
This
is
a
conflict
worse
.
Then
in
the
sad
Duell
'tweene
death
and
life
,
When
neither's
certaine
,
both
in
difficulty
,
As
it
is
now
with
me
I
pray
ha
done
That
I
were
posted
to
your
Country
,
there
To
finish
all
my
Travells
.
Helle.
Both
have
sworne
:
And
Princes
,
as
you
hope
to
crowne
your
heads
With
that
perpetuall
wreath
,
which
shall
last
ever
,
Cast
on
a
poore
dejected
innocent
Virgine
Your
eies
,
of
grace
and
pitty
:
what
sinne
is't
?
Or
who
can
be
the
patron
to
such
evill
?
That
a
poore
innocent
Maid
,
spotlesse
in
thought
,
And
pure
in
heart
,
borne
without
spleene
and
gall
:
That
never
injur'd
creature
:
never
had
heart
To
thinke
of
wrong
,
or
ponder
injurie
;
That
such
a
one
in
her
white
innocence
,
Striving
to
live
peculiar
in
the
compasse
Of
her
owne
vertues
,
Notwithstanding
these
Should
be
sought
out
by
strangers
,
persacuted
Made
infamous
,
even
there
where
she
was
made
For
imitation
,
hist
at
in
her
Country
,
Abandoned
of
her
mother
,
kindred
,
friends
:
Deprav'd
in
forren
Climes
,
scorn'd
every where
,
And
even
in
Princes
Courts
,
reputed
vile
:
O
pitty
,
pitty
this
.
Sebast.
Thou
speak'st
Enigma's
woman
,
and
hast
neede
To
finde
a
Sphinx
to
explaine
them
.
Helle.
Then
behold
.
The
strangest
calling
impos'd
on
me
That
ere
was
laid
on
Virgin
;
I
am
shee
For
whom
this
noble
Sir
hath
undertooke
.
And
wrongly
stands
convicted
,
this
that
body
So
stain'd
and
sullied
by
these
barbarous
tongues
,
That
even
in
scolding
lies
justice
,
for
heav'n
Hath
forc't
them
to
sweare
truth
,
they
never
saw
me
,
How
am
I
then
polluted
gratious
Queene
?
How
can
such
finde
competitours
in
vertue
,
That
will
not
give
it
countenance
:
had
those
murdred
me
,
As
they
have
kild
my
same
and
havock't
that
,
A
pittied
and
crown'd
martyr
I
had
dy'de
,
That
am
in
censure
now
,
a
condemn'd
heretick
,
And
meere
Apostate
to
all
woman-hood
;
And
what
I
ever
made
my
President
,
Sincerity
and
goodnesse
:
Villeines
blush
,
And
Sir
,
out
gaze
their
falshood
,
Queene
bee
just
;
Least
in
the
Occan
of
that
prize
you
steale
,
You
shipwracke
all
your
glories
.
Sebast.
'Tis
most
strange
:
Isabel.
We
know
you
not
,
Give
us
some
lively
instance
,
y'are
the
woman
.
Helle.
How
should
I
know
that
Ring
to
be
the
same
Of
which
my
credulous
maide
was
by
these
two
Cheated
and
rob'd
,
most
treacherously
betrai'd
;
That
Carkanet
you
weare
,
peruse
it
well
,
Hath
both
my
name
and
picture
.
Markes
sufficient
To
prove
me
no
imposter
.
Doth
your
guilt
.
Bow
you
so
low
already
?
let
your
penitence
There
stay
you
,
least
your
sinnes
weight
cleave
the
earth
,
And
sinke
you
downe
to
hell
.
Bona.
What
prostrates
them
Mounts
me
to
expectations
:
my
blest
choyse
,
Now
I
have
seene
thy
apparant
innocence
,
Queene
I
shall
die
contented
.
Isabel.
Oh
,
till
now
,
I
never
thought
to
bee
vanquish't
.
Pin.
Pox
on
that
slipper
.
Fer.
Stand
you
all
mute
?
then
give
me
leave
to
speake
.
Petr.
Sir
,
what
doth
this
concerne
you
?
Fer.
Woman
,
peace
.
Helle.
Oh
sit
,
you
are
my
brother
.
Fer.
Strumpet
hence
,
Would
I
had
never
knowne
thee
,
thou
hast
made
mee
A
forren
scorne
,
and
where
I
aime
at
honour
Most
infamous
and
loath'd
,
this
vitiated
beauty
Even
by
her
owne
confession
late
deflowred
I
beg
from
this
most
sacred
Majesty
,
To
see
severely
chastis'd
:
being
English
To
have
that
English
shame
and
punishment
,
Due
to
the
like
offendours
.
Sebast.
Shee
stands
cleer'd
By
her
accusers
silence
.
Fer.
This
may
be
A
meere
confederacy
,
but
to
my
feares
At
all
no
satisfaction
,
her
owne
tongue
Hath
publish't
her
a
mechall
prostitute
,
And
that
is
my
first
truth
.
Vall.
I
pray
Sir
,
What
is
this
matchlesse
beauty
unto
you
,
Being
already
in
your selfe
ingag'd
To
this
faire
Creature
,
that
this
Strangers
case
Should
any
way
be
yours
.
Fer.
Spaines
admiration
.
And
wonder
of
a
friend
,
I
dare
to
you
Be
plaine
and
serious
:
to
all
others
eares
I
Wish
my
words
lock't
in
silence
:
Oh
,
with
shame
And
infamy
I
speake
it
,
desiring
heaven
'T
might
be
my
last
of
speech
,
this
thing
,
polluted
This
(
would
I
had
ought
elce
to
stile
her
by
)
But
needes
out
,
out
it
must
,
she
is
my
—
my
Sister
.
Vall.
Flesh
and
blood
?
Fer.
The
same
,
Oh
me
,
the
same
,
my
naturall
Sister
.
Vall.
Father
and
mother
?
Fer.
So
.
Vall.
You
are
not
honest
,
And
now
no
more
my
friend
:
I
doe
begin
To
doubt
you
,
nay
most
hainously
suspect
you
,
I
scarce
can
thinke
you
a
true
morall
man
,
Much
lesse
Religious
:
Ferrers
before
these
,
This
Royall
bench
,
either
confesse
thee
mad
,
Desperate
,
and
quite
given
o're
to
callumnie
Or
in
behalfe
of
this
(
I
know
not
who
)
I
chalenge
thee
the
combat
.
Fer.
Oh
,
you
are
mine
And
I
vowed
ever
yours
.
Vall.
Come
,
no
such
thing
.
Either
pronounce
this
Lady
innocent
,
Or
I
denounce
thee
miscreant
.
Man.
Though
I
have
stood
In
silence
all
this
while
,
yet
in
this
cause
I
,
I
my selfe
am
taxt
:
and
to
approve
This
Ladies
Beautie
,
vertue
,
chastity
I'le
be
this
Spanyard's
second
.
Bona.
I
am
wrongd
.
And
thou
hast
don't
,
try
both
,
I
should
be
first
,
But
be
thou
what
thou
canst
be
,
he
or
thou
,
So
freely
hath
this
Lady
shew'd
her selfe
Mine
,
so
I
now
dare
terme
her
,
that
in
spight
Of
spleene
or
envie's
opposition
;
It
is
a
thing
I
doe
desire
to
imbrace
And
meet
in
violent
lightnings
:
and
then
I
speake
it
,
she
is
mine
:
and
this
encounter
Concernes
me
,
onely
me
;
who
intercepts
me
Is
guilty
of
my
chalenge
,
his
owne
death
,
Her
injury
,
and
my
most
just
revenge
.
Fer.
Pray
lets
talke
mildly
:
And
first
to
you
,
to
whom
my
soule's
ingag'd
,
Why
should
you
hazard
such
a
precious
life
For
one
by
her
owne
language
stands
condemnd
.
Vall.
Because
she
is
thy
Sister
;
and
so
well
I
love
thy
merit
that
no
new
impression
Can
sinke
in
me
,
that
any
of
thy
Line
,
Can
ever
stand
polluted
:
I
have
found
thee
In
all
thy
deeds
so
noble
—
Fer.
Oh
you
have
moulded
her
In
me
anew
:
and
friend
your
confirmation
,
I
doe
receive
her
perfect
as
the
woman
,
Whose
acts
are
lawes
,
whose
saying's
Oracles
,
And
she
was
never
truly
mine
,
till
now
,
so
I
receive
her
from
you
.
But
I
pray
,
What
might
you
be
of
whom
I
have
deserv'd
So
ill
to
make
you
my
Antagonist
?
Vall.
Or
why
to
me
,
to
bee
so
deere
a
friend
As
to
become
my
second
,
since
your
face
.
I
never
saw
till
now
.
Man.
Not
Manhurst
?
Ferr.
Friend
!
Man.
Oh
sir
,
you
were
my
ransome
.
Bonavs.
I
am
wrapt
:
Spaine
shew
thy
Iustice
;
now
,
where
,
or
from
whence
Canst
thou
desire
so
rare
a
president
:
Wouldst
thou
see
Beauty
?
Looke
upon
that
face
:
Or
Vertue
?
heere
,
see
thy
true
Innocence
,
Valour
in
him
,
true
noblenesse
in
them
all
,
And
happy
them
,
that
naked
of
all
these
,
Hath
sent
thee
hither
forraine
presidents
,
For
instruction
,
and
example
.
Isabel.
Now
I
yeeld
:
And
till
now
never
;
hence
base
sycophants
,
I
shall
abjure
you
ever
,
Flattering
glasses
,
That
gave
mee
a
false
face
,
but
in
this
Christall
,
I
now
behold
mee
truely
,
you
are
shee
By
whom
Ile
henceforth
dresse
mee
,
and
not
weare
No
hurt
,
of
which
you
are
not
president
;
Bee
ever
mine
:
next
her
,
you
that
have
travelld
To
fetch
mee
o're
this
Mirrour
,
which
Ile
casket
,
As
my
best
jewell
:
I
now
finde
my selfe
,
That
to
my selfe
,
was
till
this
day
unknown
,
I
have
transgrest
in
that
I
sought
to
fleece
So
pure
a
Diamond
.
Sebast.
Come
,
wee'le
end
all
this
:
First
,
Lady
wee'le
acquit
your
Iealousie
,
Shee
is
his
sister
:
Ferrers
,
wee
shall
ranke
you
In
as
high
grace
,
as
you
are
in
his
love
;
Nor
have
you
Manhurst
,
least
exprest
your selfe
,
In
gratitude
to
him
,
friendship
to
both
;
You
Bonavida
wee
restore
,
you
stand
In
the
eye
of
our
preferrement
:
you
wee
admire
:
And
thus
conclude
:
Two
Nations
have
contended
For
brest
and
face
,
in
you
both
these
are
ended
.
Exeunt
.
FINIS
.