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 i th' 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 't is 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 I le 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 T was 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 I le 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
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 I le 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 I de 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 Faith 's 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. 'T is 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
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 't is 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. 'T is 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 le ts 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 I le 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 I le 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 The Epilogue IN battells some men fall others againe Come off with honor'd scarrs wounded not slaine In ship-wrack's some sink and are seene no more Others on Masts and Planks attaine the shore 'T is so 'twixt us and you your Smile or Frowne Can save or spill to make us swimme or drowne