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Quisar. Offer as we do.
Arm. To the devil, lady?
Offer to him I hate? I know the devil!
To dogs and cats? you do make offer to them 46;
To every bird that flies, and every worm.
And how forgot myself, how lost my memory?
The enemy to my peace? Forsake my faith?
This most destroying way? Sure you but jest,
Arm. Love alone then!
And mine another way: I'll love diseases first, Dote on a villain that would cut my throat, Wooe all afflictions of all sorts, kiss cruelty. Have mercy, Heaven! How have I been wand'ring, [Maker!
Wand'ring the way of lust, and left my
As great and full of hopes as yours?
Gov. Now mark him, sir, and but observe him nearly! [senseless outsides; Arm. Their comforts like themselves, cold, You make 'em sick, as we are, peevish, mad, Subject to age and how can they cure us, That are not able to refine themselves?
Quisar. The sun and moon we worship, (those are heav'nly)
And their bright influences we believe.
I adore the Maker of that sun and moon,
To make the earth fat, with their influence, That she may bring forth her increase, and
Shall I fall from this faith to please a woman?
45 But a poor thought, but I pursue it seriously.] I wish the authors had wrote here,
Not a poor thought, or
Be't a poor thought.
The sense of the place manifestly requires some such alteration.
But here is taken in the sense of even.
46 To dogs and cats? you make offer to them;] Sympson would read and point,
To dogs and cats? you make me offer to them?
I look'd you should have said, make me a Christian! [woman;
Work that great cure; for 'tis a great one, That labour truly to perform, that venture, The crown of all great trial, and the fairest ; I look'd you should have wept and kneel'd to beg it, [ters Wash'd off your mist of ignorance, with wa Pure and repentant, from those eyes; I look'd You should have brought ine your chief god ye worship,
He that you offer human blood and life to, And made a sacrifice of him to memory, Beat down his altars, ruin'd his false temples. Gov. Now you may see!
Quisar. Take heed; you go too far, sir.— And yet I love to hear him: I must have you, And to that end I let you storm a little.I know there must be some strife in your bo[back;
To cool and quiet you, ere you can come I know old friends cannot part suddenly; There will be some lett still: yet I must have
And where I meet your Maumet gods 47, I'll swing 'em
[dles; Thus o'er my head, and kick 'em into pedNay, I will out of vengeance search your temples, [demolish And, with those hearts that serve my god, Your shambles of wild worships.
Gov. Now, now you hear, sir! [crafty, Arm. I will have iny faith, since you are so The glorious cross, altho' I love your brother; Let him frown too, I will have my devotion, And let your whole state storm!
King. Enter, and take him!—
I'm sorry, friend, that I am forc'd to do this.
King. Had it to me been done, I had forgiv'n it,
And still preserv'd you fair; but to our gods, Quisar. Methinks I hate 'em now. [sirKing. To our religion,
To these to be thus stubborn, thus rebellious, To threaten them
Arm. Use all your
I ask no mercy, nor repent my words;
King. Good friend, be cooler!
Your painted sister I despise too-
[scorn at, Arm. And all her devilish arts I laugh and Mock her blind purposes.
King. You must be temperate.
Offer him no violence, I command you strictly. Gov. Now thou art up, I shall have time to speak too.
Quisar. Oh, how I love this man, how truly honour him!
47 Meet your Maumet gods.] This is the writing of this word in the old copy of 1647; in the rest 'tis thus,
Meet your Mahumet gods.
Sympson. Ꭱ ?
Pin. I'm glad to hear it;
Begin to strike at him, they are all bound to? To cancel his deserts? What must we look If they can carry this?
Eman. I'll carry coals then.
Chris. Shall we go charge 'em presently?
We must have grounds that promise safety,
Eman. We hope he shall not stay there. Pin. Stay? no, he must not stay, no talk of staying, [rascals?
These are no times to stay. Are not these Speak, I beseech you speak, are they not rogues? [devils?
Think some abominable names-are they not But the devil's a great deal too good for 'em -fusty villains!
Chris. They are a kind of hounds.
Old blear-ey'd bob-tail'd hounds.Lord, where's my uncle?
Soza. But what shall be done, sir?
You've a time now to make good your con(Your faith will shew but cold else, and for fashion).
Now to redeem all, now to thank his courteNow to make those believe, that held you backward
And an ill instrument, you are a gentleman, An honest man, and you dare love your nation,
Dare stick to Virtue, tho' she be opprest,
Ruy. I thank you, nephew.-Come along with me, gentlemen!
We'll make 'em dancing sport immediately: We're masters of the fort yet; we shall see What that can do.
Pin. Let it but spit fire finely, [laces, And play their turrets, and their painted paA frisking round or two, that they may trip And caper in the air!
Ruy. Come; we'll do something [plums, Shall make 'em look about; we'll send 'em If they ben't too hard for their teeth. Pin. And fine potatoes
Roasted in gunpowder: such a banquet, sir,
There is no safe retreat in villainy.
Omnes. We're all on fire, sir. [Exeunt.
Enter King and Governor.
King. I am ungrateful, and a wretch (persuade me not!)
Forgetful of the mercy he shew'd me, The timely noble pity. Why should I See him fast bound and fetter'd, whose true courtesy, [me free? Whose manhood, and whose mighty hand, set Why should it come from me? why I command this? [thankful?
Shall not all tongues and truths call me unGov. Had the offence been thrown on you, 'tis certain [tion,
It had been in your power, and your discre To have it turn'd into mercy, and forgiven it, And then it had shew'd a virtuous point of gratitude,
Timely, and nobly ta'en; but since the cause
It cannot now admit a private pity:
Gov. To those repent.
King. Their nature's soft and tender-
That feel compunction for their trespasses: This man defies 'em still, threatens destruction
And demolition of their arms and worship, Spits at their powers: take heed you be not found, sir,.
And mark'd a favourer of their dishonour! They use no common justice.
King. What shall I do
To deserve of this man?
Gov. If you more bemoan him,
Or mitigate your power to preserve him, I'll curse you from the gods, call up their vengeance.
Enter Quisara with her hands bound, Quisana and Panura.
And fling it on your land and you: I've charge I hope to wrack you all. [for❜t.
King. What ails my sister? Why is she bound? why looks she so distractedly?
Who dares do this?
Quisan. We did it (pardon, sir!)
And for her preservation: she's grown wild,
Gov. These are tokens
The gods' displeasure is gone out: be quick, And, ere it fall, do something to appease 'em! thus. You know the sacrifice.-I'm glad it works Quisar. How low and base thou look'st now, that wert noble!
No figure of a king, methinks, shews on you, No face of majesty: foul swarth ingratitude Has taken off thy sweetness; base forgetful
Of mighty benefits, has turn'd thee devil! Th' hast persecuted goodness, innocence, And laid a hard and violent hand on virtue, On that fair virtue that should teach and guide us; [least merit, Th' hast wrong'd thine own preserver, whose Pois'd with thy main estate, thou canst not satisfy; [still.
Nay, put thy life in too, 'twill be too light What hast thou done?
Gov. Go for him presently,
And once more we'll try if we can win him fairly;
45 If we had not prevented violently
Have laid hands on her own life.] Something (perhaps a whole line) seems lost here. The line dropt probably also ended with the word violently, which occasioned the omission, the printer thinking he had already composed it. The sense required seems to be, 'If we had not used violent means to prevent it, she would before now have laid violent hands on ⚫ her own lite.'
And all the miseries that shall attend it! Let the gods glut themselves with Christian blood;
It will be ask'd again, and so far follow'd, So far reveng'd, and with such holy justice, Your gods of gold shall melt and sink before it; [thing;
Your altars and your temples shake to no-
Shall seek for holes to hide your heads and
And fear 'em not! You that have stept so
Arm. Whither will she? [lady? What do you infer by this fair argument, Quisar. Your faith and your religion must be like you; [mirrors: They that can show you these must be pure When the streams flow clear and fair, what are the fountains? [tune: go on! I do embrace your faith, sir, and your forI will assist you; I feel a sparkle here, A lively spark that kindles my affection, And tells me it will rise to flames of glory. Let 'em put on their angers! suffer nobly; Shew me the way, and when I faint, instruct And if I follow not[me; Arm. Oh, blessed lady, [umph!Since thou art won, let me begin my triCome, clap your terrors on!
Quisar. All your fell tortures!
For there is nothing he shall suffer, brother, I swear by my new faith (which is most sacred,
And I will keep it so), but I will follow in,
And suddenly; they will corrupt all else.This woman makes me weary of my mischief;
She shakes me, and she staggers mc.-Go in, sir;
I'll see the execution.
King. Not so sudden :
If they go, all my friends and sisters perish. Gov. Would I were safe at home again! Enter Messenger.
Mess. Arm, arm, sir!
Seek for defence; the castle plays and thunThe town rocks, and the houses fly i'th' air, The people die for fear. Captan Ruy Dias Has made an oath he will not leave a stone here,
No, not the memory here has stood a city, Unless Armusia be deliver'd fairly.
King. I have my fears: what can our gods Gov. Be patient! [do now for us? But keep him still. He's a cure, sir, against Both rage and cannon. Go and fortify; Call in the princes49, make the palace sure, And let 'em know you are a king; look nobly, [the prisoner, And take you courage to you!-Keep close And under command; we are betray'd else. Arm. How joyfully I go!
Quisar. Take my heart with thee. Gov. I hold a wolf by the ear: now, Fortune, free me! [Exeunt.
Enter four Townsmen.
1 Towns. Heav'n bless us, what a thund'ring's here? what fire-spitting?
We can't drink, but our cans are maul'd amongst us.
2 Towns. I would they would maul our scores too! Shame o' their guns.
I thought they had been bird-pots, or great candle-cases; [bullets How devilishly they bounce, and how the Borrow a piece of a house here, there ano
And mend those up again with another paHere flies a powdring-tub, the meat ready roasted,
And there a barrel pissing vinegar; [steeple, And they two, over-taking the top of a high Newly slic'd off for a sallad
3. Towns. A vengeance fire 'em!
2 Towns. Nay, they fire fast enough; you need not help'em. [How loud they bellow! 4 Towns. Are these the Portugal bulls? 2 Towns. Their horns are plaguy strong; they push down palaces;
They toss our little habitations [upward; Like whelps, like grindle-tails, with their heels All the windows o' th' town dance a new trenchmores:
'Tis like to prove a blessed age for glasiers! I met a hand, and a letter in't, in great haste, And by-and-by a single leg running after it, As if the arm had forgot part of his errand; Heads fly like foot-balls every where.
1 Towns. What shall we do?
2 Towns. I care not; my shop's cancell'd,
49 Call in the princess.] Amended by Sympson. 5° Trenchmore.] See note 41 on the Pilgrimi.