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Did you not blush to see me turn a rebel? Lady. This will betray all.
Of all our sorrows the sweet ease-She weeps Or think upon her death with the less sorrow, Does she still cozen me?
[now 45 ! That she had 'scap'd a punishment more Nurse. You'll see anon. killing?
'Twas her desire; expect the issue, madam. Oh, how I shame to think on't!
Heartl. My soul's so big, I cannot pray! Lady. Sir, in my
'Tis she! Opinion, 'twas an argument of love
I will go nearer.
Enter Algripe, Lurcher, and Alathe, Heartl, No more! you are too charitable: Nurse. Here is Mr. Algripe, but
[never And other strangers, madam. I know my guilt, and will from henceforth Alg. Here, good lady; Change words with that strange maid, whose Upon my knees, I ask thy worship’s pardon! innocent face,
Here's the whole sui | had with thy fair Like your Maria's, won so late upon me: daughter:
(peace too, My passions are corrected, and I can
'Would she were living, I might have her Look on her vow, and woman-kind, without And yield her up again to her old liberty! Love in a thought. 'Tis this I came to tell you: I had a wife before, and could not marry: If, after this acknowledgment, you'll be My penance shall be, on that man that Só kind to shew me in what silent grave To confer some land. [honour'd her You have disros'd your daughter, I will ask Lady. This is incredible! Forgiveness of her dust, and never leave, Alg: 'Tis truth, 'Till, with a loud confession of my shame, Lurc, Do you know me, sir? I wake her ghost, and that pronounce my Alg. Ha! the gentleman I deceiv'd ? pardon.
Lurc. My name is Lurcher. Will you deny this favour? Then, farewell! Alg. Sha't have thy mortgage. I'll never see you more.
Lurc. I ha' that already;
No matter for the deed, if you release it. Enter Nurse, and Maria in her own apparel.
Alg. I'll do't before thy witness. After some show of wonder, Heartlote goes
But where's thy sister? if she live, I'm happy, towards her.
Tho' I conceal'd our contract 4", which was Lady. Be not deluded, sir! upon my life, stol'n from me This is the soul whom you hut thought Maria, With the evidence of this land. In my daughter's hubit. What did you mean, Nurse?
Alathe goes to Maria, and giocs her a paper; I kvew she would hut cozen you : is she not
she wonders, and smiles upon Heartlove;' Hearll. One dew unto another is not
he, amaz'd, approaches her; afterwards she nearer39.
shews it her Mother, and then gives it to Nurse. She thinks she is a gentlewoman;
Heartlove. Imagination has so taken her,
Nurse. Your daughter smiles.
stell, sir. She scorns to spcak. How handsomely she Jurc. I hope she lives; but where I cannot carries it,
Alathe. E'en here, an please you, sir.
Alathe. Nay, 'tis she.
To work thy fair way, I preserv'd you, brother, Hcarll. I disturb nobody. Speak but half That would have lost me willingly, and And I am satisfied! But what needs that? I'll swear 'uis she.
Thus like a boy: I serv'd you faithfully, Laily. But do not, I beseech you;
And cast your plots but to preserve your For, trust me, sir, you know not what I know. credit; Heartl. Peace then,
Your foul ones I diverted to fair uses, And let me pray! She holds up her hands So far as you would hearken to my counsel,
is she not like now? One dew unto another is not nearer.) Mr. Theobald saw with me, that Frank Heart, lore's name was dropt here, which I have inade no scruple to insert in the text. Sympson. 4° Of oll our sorrows the sweet ease. She weeps now.) Mr. Theobald
in his margin', She weeps now, which is here only made a stage direction, must be part of the text. However, I have not dar'd to follow his opinion, as it either might or might not have been, so the reader is lett to his own judgment either to admit or reject it. Sympson.
The measure and sense both declaring for it, we have inserted the words in the text. ** Cho' I conceal 04r contract.] So farmer editions.
That all the world may know how much you Lurt. A continent of fieas : room for the ove me.
[Alathe! Alg. Welcome, entirely! welcome, my dear Make room afore there! Your kinsman, And, when I lose thee again, blessing for- madam. sake me!
Lady. My kinsman ? let me wonder! Nay, let me kiss thee in these cloaths !
Wildb. Do, anel
I'll wonder ton, to see this company
Maria. 'Tis not worth
Your admiration; I was never dead yet 43. I must confess, and kept it to myself;
Wildb. You're merry, aunt, I see, and all It most concern'd me.
your company: Heartl. Contracted? this destroys
If ye be not, I'll fool up, and provoke ye; His after-marriage.
I will do any thing to get your love again : Maria. Dare you give this hand [it. I'll forswear midnight, taverns, and temptaTo this young gentleinan? my heart goes with
(maids Alg. Maria alive? how my heart's exalted! Give good example to your grooms; the 'Tis my duty:
[all joys Shall go to bed, and take their rest this year; Take her, Frank Heartlove, take her; and None shall appear with blisters in their bellies. With her; besides sowe land advance her Lurc. And, when you'll fool again, you jointure!
(blessings crown ye! may go ring. Lady. What I have is your own; and
Wildó. Madam, have mercy! Heartl. Give me room,
Lady. Your submission, sir, And fresh air to consider, gentlemen
I gladly take (we will My hopes are too high.
Enquire the reason of this habit afterwards), Maiia. Be more temperate,
Now you are soundly sham'd; well, we Or I'll be Welsh again!
restore you. Aly. A day of wonder!
Where's Toby? where's the coachman? Alathe. Lady, your love! I ha' kept my
Nurse. He's a-bed, madam, word; there was
And has an ague, he says. A time, when my much suffering made me
Lurc. I'll be his physician. And to that end i did my best to cross you; Ludy. We must atoot then. And hearing you were dead, I stole your cothin, Lurc. Ere the priest bra' done, That you might never more usurp my othice. Toby shall wait upon you with his coach, Many more knacks I did, which at the And make your Flanders mares dance back weddings
again wi'ye, Shall be told of as harmless tales 42.
I warrant you, madam.- You are mortified; [Shout within.
Your suit shall be granted too.
Wildb. Make, make room afore there!
Lady, Home forward with glad hearts !
[home, child. Wildb. Hollow your throats apieces! I'm Heartl. On joyfully!—The cure or all our at home;
griet, If you can roar me out again
Is owing to this pretty Little Thief. Lady. What thing is this?
[Exeunt omnes. 42 Lady, your love, &c.] This speech has been hitherto given to Lurcher; tho' the circumstances recited in it prove that it belongs to Alathe. The fourth line of it, however, requires some amendment: we should either read, And hearing you were dead, or, And fearing you wern't dead. We prefer the former. 43 'Tis not worth
Your admiration; I was never dead yet.] These words (though so obviously belonging to Maria) have hitherto stood as part of Wildbruin's speech.
The Commendatory Verses by Gardiner attribute this play wholly to Fletcher. Its first pube lication was in the folio of 1647. In the year 1687, Tate made some alterations in this piece, with which it was printed; and Peter Motteux, about ten years afterwards, brought it forward as an Opera, under the title of “ The Island Princess, or the Generous * Portuguese.
Ruy Dias, } Portuguese.
GUARD. KING of Tidore.
CAPTAIN. King of Bakam,
CITIZENS. Prince of Syana,
Suitors to Qui- TOWNSMEN.
QUISARA, the Island Princess, Sister to the Soza,
King of Tidore. EMANUEL, } Friends to Armusia.
QUISANA, Aunt to the Princess. CHRISTOPHERO,
PANURA, Waiting-Woman to the Princess Pedro, } Friends to Piniero.
A bell rings.
Between both lands) bids us be wise and cire
cumspect. Enter Piniero, Christophero, and Pedro.
. It was a mischief suddenly imagin’d, Piniero.OPEN the ports, and see the watch And as soon done: that governor is a fierce
[ing. And let the guards be careful of their business, Unfaithful as he's fierce too; there's no trustTheir vigilant eyes tix'd on these islanders! But I wonder much, how such poor and base They're talse and desp'rate people; when pleasures
As tugging at an oar, or skill in steerage, The least occasion open to encouragement,
Should become princes. Cruel and cratty souls. Believe me, gentle- Pin. Base breedings love base pleasure: men,
fus, They take as much delight in a baratto, Their late attempt, which is too fresh amongst (A
scurvy boat) to row her tightly, In which, against all arms and honesty, And have the art to turn and wind her nim. The governor of Ternata made surprize
bly, Of our confederate', the king of Tidore, Think it as noble too, tho' it be slavish, (As for his recreation he was rowing
And a dull labour that declines a gentleman) · Governor of Terna, &c.] Ternata (or Ternate, as Milton calls it), Tidore, and Bakan or Bacham, are threc of the Molucco islands, Sympson,
As we Portugals, or th’ Spaniards, do in riding, That sprightly fellow, he that's wise and temIn managing a great horse, (which is princely) He is a lover too.
(perate, The French in courtship’, or the dancing Chris. 'Would I were worth her looking! English
For, by my life, I hold her a complete one: In carrying a fair presence.
The very sun, I think, affects her sweetness, Pedro. He was strangely taken;
And dares not, as he does to all else, dye it But where no faith is, there's no trust; h' has Into his tawny livery.
Pin. She dares not see him, His sister yet, the fair and great Quisara, But keeps herself at distance from his kisses, Has shew'd a noble inind, and much love in't And her complexion in a case 3: let him but To ber afflicted brother; and the nobler
[a lion. Still it appears, and seasons of more tender- A week 4, or two, or three, she would look like ness,
But the main sport on't is, or rather wonder, Because his ruin stiles her absolute,
The governor of Ternata, her mortal enemy, And his imprisonment adds to her profit. He that has catch'd her brother-king, is struck Feeling all this, which makes all men admire
[her, And is arriv'd under safe conduct also, The warm beams of this fortune that fail on And bostages of worth deliver'd for him; Yet she has made divers and noble treaties, And he brought a letter from his prisoner', And propositions for her brother's freedom, (Whether compell’d, or willingly deliver'd) If wealth or honour
From the poor king; or what else dare be in't
For I dare think she'll do the best.
Now if we have the trickThey that observe her close shall find her na- Pedro. What trick? Whích, I doubt mainly, will not prove so ex- Pin. The true one,
To take her too: if he be but skill'd in batShe is a princess, and she must be fair, And lime his bushı rightThat's the prerogative of being royal ;
Chris. I'll be hang’d when that hits ; Let her want eyes and nose, she inust be For 'tis not a compellid or forc'd affection beauteous,
That must take her: I guess her stout and And she must know it too, and the use of it, virtuous.
(tain, And people must believe it, they are damn'd But where's your uncle, sir, our valiant capelse:
[her. The brave Ruy Dias, all this while ? Why, all the neighbour princes are mad for
Pin. Ay, marry, Chris. Is she not fair then?
He is amongst 'em too. Pin. But lier hopes are fairer.
Pedro. A lover? And there's a haughty master, the king of Ba- Pin. Nay, kam,
I know not that; but sure he stands in faThat lofty sir, that speaks farmore and louder, vour,
(else. n his own commendations, than a cannon; Or would stand stiffly; he's no Portugal le is strucken dumb with her.
Chris. The voice says in good favour; in Pedro. Beshrew me, she is a sweet one. the list too Pin. And there's that hopeful man of Sy- Of the privy woners. How cunningly of late ana,
(I have observ'd him) and how privately 2 The French in courtship, or the dancing English.] If the English were as fond of dancing in the time of the Poets, as they are now, the cominon lection is right; otherwise I should chuse to read so,
The French in courtship, dancing, or the English, &c. Sympson. 3 And her complexion.] First folio and Sympson read,
And wears her complexion, &c. 4 Let him but like it, 8c.) The editors of 1750 propose varying to, let him but lick it; 07, let him but kiss it; or, let him but look on't: “So, (says Sympson) in Solonson's Song: Look • not upon me because I am black, because the Sun huth look'd upon me.' 5 And he brought, &c.] I read and point the latter part of this speech thus:
And he hath brought a letter from his prisoner,
From the poor king: and what else be in'tThe addition of a monosyllable in the first line, and the change of the points, is required by the sense and the meas lie: The or in the third got there from the line above, and excluded the proper inonosyllable. Sinvard.