Ard.-Francelia-
Per. Thy Name?

Ard. Ardelan.
Per. And thine.-
Pira. Piramont.
Per. Thy Story.
Ard. What Story!

Per. Thy Life, thy Life.-
Ard. Hold, hold
You fhall have it;

It was upon the great Defeat

Given by the Samorats unto the Orfabrins,
That the old Prince for fafety of the young,
Committed him unto the truft of Garradan,
And fome few Servants more,

'Mongst whom I fill'd a Place.

Tam. Ha! Garradan!

Ard. Yes.

Tam. Speak out, and set me nearer. So void the Place, proceed.

[Pinch bim.

[He fighs.

Ard. We put to Sea, but had fcarce loft the Sight Of Land, e'er we were made a Prey

To Pirates; there Garradan

Refifting the first board changed Life with Death;
With him the Servants too,

All but my self and Piramont,
Under these Pirates ever fince

Was Orfabrin brought up,

And into feveral Countries did they carry him.

Tam. Knew Orfabrin himself?

Ard. Oh! No, his Spirit was too great;
We durft not tell him any thing,
But waited for fome Accident
Might throw us on Francelia,
'Bout which we hover'd often,
And we were near it now,

But Heav'n decreed it otherwise

[He fighs.

Tam.

Tam. Why doft thou Sigh?

Ard. Why do I figh? (indeed,)
For tears cannot recal him;

Laft night about the fecond watch, the
Winds broke loose,

And vext our Ship fo long,

That it began to reel and totter,
And like a drunken Man,

Took in fo faft his Liquor,
That it funk down i'th' place..
Tam. How did you fcape?
Ard. I bound my felf unto a maft,
And did advife my Mafter to do fo,
For which he ftruck me only,

And faid I did confult too much with fear.

Tam. 'Tis a fad story.

Let them have wine and

Fire, But heark you

Enter Thieves, with a Poet.

[Within there.

[Singing.

[Pinch him, pinch him.

Thie. A prize,A prize,-A prize.

Per. Set him down.

Poet. And for the bluc,

Give him a cup of Sack, 'twill mend his Hue.-

Per. Drunk as I live.

What art?

Poet. I am a Poet,

A poor dabler in Rime.

Per. Come confess, confefs.

Poet. I do confefs I do want Mony.

Per. By the defcription he's a Poet indeed.

Well proceed.

Poet. What do

Pox on you.

Prithee let me alone,

Some Candles here,

And fill us t'other Quart, and fill us
Rogue, Drawer, the t'other Quart,

[Pinch him.

Some

Some Small Beer.

And for the blue,

Give him a Cup of Sack, 'twill mend his Hue..
Tam. Set him by 'till he's sober.

Come let's
Dreft.

Enter Taylor, and two Serjeants.

Tay. He's fomething tall, and for his Chin,
It has no bush below:

Marry a little wool, as much as an unripe.
Peach doth wear;

[Exeunt.

Just enough to speak him drawing towards a Man.

Ser. Is he of fury?

Will he foin,

And give the mortal touch?

Tay. Oh no,

He feldom wears his Sword.

Ser. Topo is the word if he do;

Thy debt, my little Mirmidon?

Tay. A yard and a half I affure you, without abatement. Ser. 'Tis well, 'tis wondrous well:

Is he retir'd into this House of Pleasure?

Tay. One of these he's entred;

"Tis but a little waiting,

You fhall find me at the next Tavern.

Ser. Stand clofe, I hear one coming.

Enter Orfabrin.

[Exit.

Orfa. This House is fure no Seminary for Lucreces; Then the Matron was fo over diligent,

And when I ask'd for Meat or Drink,

She look'd as if I had miftook my self,

And call'd for a wrong thing.

Well, 'tis but for a Night, and part of it I'll spend
In feeing of this Town,

So famous in our tales at Sea.

Ser. Look, look, muffled, and as melancholy after't As a Gamefter upon lofs; upon him, upon him.

Orfa.

Orfa. How now my Friends,
Why do you ufe me thus?
Ser. Quietly; 'twill be your
Orfa. Beft way? for what?
Ser. Why, 'tis your best way,
Because there will be no other,
Topo is the word,

And you must along.
Orfa. Is that the word?
Why then this is my Sword.

best way.

Ser. Murder, murder, murder; He'as kill'd the Prince's Officer, Murder-murder-murderOrfa. I must not stay,

I hear them fwarm

Enter Conftable and People.

Con. Where is he, where is he?

Ser. Here, here,-Oh a Man-mender,

--

A Man-mender,

He'as broacht me in fo many places,

All the Liquor in my Body will run out.

[Run away.

[Exit.

Con. In good footh, neighbour, has tapt you at the

Wrong end too;

He has been bufie with you here behind,

As one would fay; lend a Hand fome of you,

And the reft follow me..

[Exeunt.

Which way now?

I fee no paffage;

I must attempt this Wall,

Oh! a lucky Door,

(Exit.

And open..

Enters again.

Where am I now?

A Garden, and a handfome Houfe,

If't be thy will a Porch to't,

And I'm made;

R

"Twill

"Twill be the better lodging of the two. [Goes to the Porch. Enter Phemilia.

Phe. Oh! welcome, welcome Sir.

My Lady hath been in fuch frights for

Orfa. Hum! for me?

you.

Phe. And thought you would not come to night.-
Orfa. Troth, I might very well have fail'd her.

Phe. She's in the Gallery alone in the Dark.
Orfa. Good, very good.

Phe. And is fo Melancholy.

Orfa, Hum.

Phe. Have you fhut the Garden Doors? Come I'll bring you to her, enter, enter.

Orfa. Yes, I will enter:

He who has loft himself makes no great venter.--- [Exe.

Sab.

ACT II.

OH

SCENE 1.

Enter Sabrina, and Orfabrin.

H welcome, welcome, as open Air to Prisoners,
I have had fuch fears for you.

Orfa. She's warm, and foft as Lovers language:
She spoke too prettily;

Now have I forgot all the danger I was in.

Sab. What have you done to day, my better part?.
Orfa. Kind little Rogue!

I could fay the finest things to her methinks

But then she would discover me,

The best way will be to fall too quietly. Kiffes ber.

Sab. How now my Samorat,

What faucy heat hath ftolen into thy Blood,

And heightned thee to this?

I fear you are not well

Orfa. S'foot! 'tis a Platonick:

Now cannot I fo much as talk that way neither.

Sab.