When all your prophecies will not redeem you. Pin. And, by thine own white hand, I'll And a brave wench. Durst thou but guide me presently [palace, Thro' the same vault thou cam'st, into the And those I shall appoint, such as I think fit? Pan. Yes, I will do't, and suddenly, and truly. Pin. I'd fain behold this prophet. Pan. Now I have you, [him, And shall bring you where you shall behold Alone too, and unfurnish'd of defences; That shall be my care: but you must not Pin. Dost thou think we're SO And you shall see how fairly I'll work for you. Pan. Do any thing to remove his mischief; Pin. Come, prithee, love! Pan. You'll offer me no foul play? The vault is dark. Pin. 'Twas well remember'd. Pan. And you may But I hold you honest. Pin. Honest enough, I warrant thee. Pan. I'm but a poor weak wench; and what with the place, [will not And your persuasions, sir-but I hope you You know we're often cozen'd. Pin. If thou dost fear me, Why dost thou put me in mind? Pan To let you know, sir, Tho' it be in your power, [to it, and things fitting Pin. I know what he'll do: Enter Bakam, Syana, and Soldiers. Bakam. Let my men guard the gates! Syana. And mine the temple, For fear the honour of our gods should suffer: And on your lives be watchful! Bakam. And be valiant; And let's see, if these Portugals dare enter, What their high hearts dare do! Let's see how readily [man! The great Ruy Dias will redeem his countryHe speaks proud words, and threatens. Syana. He's approv d, sir, And will put fair for what he promises. I could wish friendlier terms; yet, for our liberties 51 Owe.] i. e. Own. And Eman. Stay, sir, be moderate! Arm. Do nothing that's dishonourable, Ruy Let not the fear of me master thy valour! Pursue'em still; they are base malicious peoKing. Friend, be not desperate! Arm. I scorn your courtesies! [ple. Strike when you dare! a fair aim guide the gunner 52, And may he let fly still with fortune! Friend, Do me the honour of a soldier's funerals, The last fair Christian rite; see me i'th' ground, [ples, And let the palace burn first, then the temAnd on their scorned gods erect my monument! Touch not the princess, as you are a soldier! Quisar. Which way you go, sir, I must follow necessary: One life, and one death! King. Will you take a truce yet? Enter Piniero, Soza, and Soldiers, with the Governor. Pin. No, no; go on! Look here; your god, your prophet! King. How came he taken? Pin. I conjur'd for him, king: I am a sure cur at an old blind prophet. I'll hunt you such a false knave admirablys! A terrier I: I earth'd him, and then snapt him. [we stole him, Soza. Saving the rev'rence of your grace, E'en out of the next chamber to you. Pin. Come, come; begin, king! Begin this bloody matter when you dare! And yet I scorn my sword should touch the rascal: [art thou ? I'll tear him thus before you. Ha! what [Pulls his beard and hair off. am. King. How's this? Art thou a prophet? Ruy. Come down, princes! [Armusia! King. We are abus'd!-Oh, my most dear Off with his chains! And now, my noble sister, Rejoice with me; I know you're pleas'd as I [don governor, Pin. This is a precious prophet! Why, What make you here? how long have you ta'en orders? [this mischief? Ruy. Why, what a wretch art thou to work T' assume this holy shape to ruin honour, Honour and chastity? Enter King, and all, from above. Gov. I'd paid you all, [my doom. And here I stay your sentence. (You've half persuaded me to be a Christian) And with her all the joys, and all the bless ings! Why, what dream have we dwelt in? [ye! Ruy. All peace to ye, And all the happiness of heart dwell with Children as sweet and noble as their pa rents Pin. And kings at least! Arm. Good sir, forget my rashness; And, noble princess 54, for I was once angry, And, out of that, might utter some distemper, Think not it is my nature. Syana. Your joy's ours, sir; And nothing we find in you but most noble. King. To prison with this dog! there let him howl, And, if he can repent, sigh out his villainies! His island we shall seize into our hands; His father and himself have both usurp'd it, 52 A fair arm guide the gunner.] Amended by Sympson. 53 I'll haunt ye.] Surely for haunt, we should here read hunt. Sympson. 54 And noble Princesse.] So the first folio; the second, and octavo 1711, Princesses; Seward and Sympson, Princes. The first copy surely is right, Armusia meaning to apologize for his passionate language, in a foriner scene, to Quisara. And THE WOMAN'S PRIZE; OR, THE TAMER TAM'D. A COMEDY. This Comedy appears to be one of the performances which Fletcher wrote, without the assistance of Beaumont. The Commendatory Verses by Gardiner and Lovelace, as well as the Prologue, ascribe it to him alone. We believe an alteration of part of it was acted about twenty years ago at Drury-Lane Theatre, as an After-Piece, for the benefit of the late Mrs. Pritchard, or one of her family. |