And to that honest end I drew you hither. [me, Arm. If ever love was mortal, And dwelt in man: and for that love command (So strong I find it, and so true, here, lady) Something of such a greatness to allow me, Those things I've done already may seem foils to: 'Tis equity, that man aspires to Heaven Should win it by his worth, and not sleep to it. Enter Governor and King. Gov. Now stand close, king, and hear; and, as you find him, Believe me right, or let religion suffer! Quisar. I dare believe your worth, without additions; But since you are so liberal of your love, sir, And would be further tried, I do intend it, Because you shall not, or you would not win At such an easy rate Arm. I am prepar'd still, And if I shrink [me To every bird that flies, and every worm. How terribly I shake! Is this the venture, The trial, that you talk'd of? Where have I been, And how forgot myself, how lost my memory? When did I pray, or look up stedfastly, Had any goodness in my heart to guide me, That I should give this 'vantage to mine enemy, 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 How have I slept like cork upon a water, And had no feeling of the storm that toss'd me! [surance, Trod the blind paths of death, forsook asEternity of blessedness, for a woman! For a young handsome face, hazard my being? Quisar. Are not our powers eternal, so their comforts? As great and full of hopes as yours? Arm. They're puppets 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. Quisar. Mark! [bred in, knowledge [main are, Of when, and how, the swellings of the they're but our (Tis easily done; I'll teach you suddenly) And humbly on your knees Arm. Ha! I'll be hang'd first. 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 +6; And their returns again; stewards To make the earth fat, with their influence, 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. Sympson. 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 I look'd you should have said, make me a [ters Wash'd off your mist of ignorance, with waPure 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; som 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 pudNay, 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! Arm. I will have my 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! [crafty, King. Enter, and take him!I'm sorry, friend, that I am forc'd to do this. Gov. Be sure ye bind him fast. Quisar. But use him nobly. 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 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. 1 R2 Begin Chris. Shall we go charge 'em presently? Soza. No, that will be too weak, and too fool-hardy; [friends, We must have grounds that promise safety, And sure offence; we lose our angers else, And, worse than that, venture our lives too lightly. 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. Soza. But what shall be done, sir? Soza. Yes, to relieve him? If it ben't sudden, they may take his life too. Pin. They dare as soon take fire and swallow it, [ters. Takestakes and thrust into their tails for clisHis life? why, 'tis a thing worth all the islands, And they know will be rated at that value: His very imprisonment will make the town stink, [for 'em, And shake and stink; I've physic in iny hand Shall give the goblins such a purge 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, We'll make 'em dancing sport immediately: 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! [it, Ruy. Coine; we'll do something [plums, Shall make 'em look about; we'll send 'ein If they ben't too hard for their teeth. Pin. And fine potatoes Roasted in gunpowder: such a banquet, sir, We'll prepare their unmannerly stomachsRuy. They shall see There is no safe retreat in villainy. Come, be high-hearted all! 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 discreTo have it turn'd into mercy, and forgiven it, And then it had shew'd a virtuous point of gra It cannot now admit a private pity: 'Tis in their wills, their mercies, or revenges, And these revolts in you shew mere rebellious. King. They're mild and pitiful Quisan. We did it (pardon, sir!) And for her preservation: she's grown wild, And raving on the stranger's love and honour, Sometimes crying out Help, help, they'll torture him, [presently!' 'They'll take his life, they'll murder him If we had not prevented violentlyHave laid hands on her own life 48. Gov. These are tokens The gods' displeasure is gone out: be quick, You know the sacrifice. I'm glad it works No figure of a king, methinks, shews on you, Nay, put thy life in too, 'twill be too light Gov. Go for him presently, And once more we'll try if we can win him fairly; 45 If we had not prevented violently You may remove rocks with yourlittle fingers, As soon as stir my faith: use no more argu- Arm. Your worst and painfull'st I'm joyful to accept. [ties, Gov. You must the sharpest, toms, Or equal punishment, which is your life, sir. Arm. I'm glad I have it for you; take it, priest, 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 And fear 'em not! You that have stept so Into this pious trial, start not now; honest, Keep on your way; a virgin will assist you, A virgin won by your fair constancy, [you! And, glorying that she's won so, will die by I've touch'd you every way, tried you most [and temperate, Perfect, and good, chaste, blushing-chaste, Valiant, without vain-glory, modest, staid, No rage or light affection ruling in you; Indeed, the perfect school of worth I find you, The temple of true honour. 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 shew you these must be pure I do embrace your faith, sir, and your for- Arm. Oh, blessed lady, [me; [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 sa 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! Enter four Townsmen. [Exeunt. 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[rish! And mend those up again with another paHere flies a powdring-tub, the meat ready ther, 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, likegrindle-tails, with their heels All the windows o'th' town dance a new trenchmoreso: '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. 50 Trenchmore.] See note 41 on the Pilgrim. And |