ACT I.

upon him;

on?”

SCENE I.

There by his son (or were he by adoption

Or Nature his) a brave scene was presented, Enter Vitelli, Lumorul, und Anastro.

Which I make choice to speak of, since from Vitelli. ALVAREZ pardon'd?

that Ana. And return’d.

The good success of Alvarez had beginning. Lam. I saw him land

Vit. So I love virtue in an enemy, At St. Lucar's; and such a general welcome That I desire in the relation of

yourself Fame, as harbinger to his brave actions, This young man's glorious deed, you'll keep Had with the easy people prepar'd for him, A friend to truth, and it. As if by his command alone, and fortuve,

Lum. Such was my purpose. Ilolland, with those Low Provinces that hold

The town being oft assaulted, but in vain, out

To dare the proud defendants to a sally, Against the arch-duke, were again compellid Weary of ease, don Inigo Peralta, With their obedience to give up their lives Son to the general of our Castile forces, To be at his devotion,

All arm’d, advanc'd within shot of their walls, Vit. You amaze me!

[Sevil From whence the musqueteers play'd thick For tho' I've heard, that when lie fled from

[ger To save his life (then forfeited to law

Yet he, brave youth, as careless of the danFor inurdering don Pedro, my dear uncle), As careful of his honour, drew his sword, His extreme wants enforc'd him to take pay And waving it about his head, as if, l'th'army, sat down then before Ostend; He dar'd one spirited like himself to trial 'Twas never yet reported, by whose favour Of single valour, he made his retreat, He durst presume to entertain a thought With such a slow, and yet majestic' pace, Of coining home with pardon,

As if he still call'd loud, “ Dare none come Ana. 'Tis our nature Or not to hear, or not to give belief

When suddenly, from a postern of the town To what we wish far from our enemies. Two gallant horsemen issued, and o'ertook

Lam. Sir, 'tis most certain, the intanta's The army looking on, yet not a man [hiin, letters,

That durst relieve the rash adventurer; Assisted by the arch-duke's, to king Philip, Which Lucio, son to Alvarez, then seeing, Have not alone secur'd him from the rigour As in the vant-guard he sat bravely mounted, Of our Castilian justice, but returu'd him (Or were it pity of the youth's misfortune, A free man, and in grace.

Care to preserve the honour of his country, l'it, By what curs'd means

Or bold desire to get himself a naine), Could such a fugitive arise unto

more

He made his brave horse like a whirlwind The knowledge of their highnesses? Much bear him (Though known), to stand but in the least de- Among the combatants; and in a moment gree

Discharg'd his petronel, with such sure aim, Of favour with them?

That of the adverse party from his horse Lam. To give satisfaction

One tumbled dead; then wheeling round, To

your demand (tho' to praise him I hate, and drawing Can yield me small contentinent), I will tell A falchion, swift as lightning he came on you,

Upon the other, and with one strong blow, And truly; since, should I detract his worth, In view of the annazed town and camp, 'Twould argue want of merit in wyself. He struck him dead, and brought Peralta off Briefly to pass his tedious pilgrimage

With double honour to hiinself. For sixteen years, a banish'd guilty man,

Vit. 'Twas brave! And to forget the storms, th' atfrights, the But the success of this? horrors,

Lum. The camp receiv'd him His constancy, not fortune overcame, With acclamations of joy and welcome; I bring him, with his little son, grown man And for addition to the fair reward (Tho''twas said here he took a daughter (Being a massy chain of gold giv'n to hin with him),

By young Peralta's father), he was brought To Ostend's bloody siege,' that stage of war, To the infanta's presence, kiss'd her hand, Wherein the flower of many nations acted, And from that lady (greater in her goodness And the whole Christian world spectators

Than her high birth) had this encourayewere;

ment: And yet majestic pace.] Sympson objects to the word yet, and would read,

a slow, and that majestic, pace.

« Go on, young man! Yet, not to feed thy Make answer to me? Useless are all words, valour

'Till you have writ performance with your “ With hope of recompense to come from me, swords.

[Exeunt, “ For present satisfaction of what's past,

SCENE II. “ Ask any thing that's fit for me to give

Enter Bobadilla and Lucio. “ And thee to take, and be assur'd of it." Ana. Excellent princess!

Lucio. Go, fetch my work. This ruff was Vit. And stil'd worthily

not well starch'd, The heart-blood, nay, the soul of soldiers. So tell the maid; 't has too much blue in it: But what was his request?

And look you that the partridge and the pulLam. That the repeal

len

[ther Of Alvarez makes plain : He humbly begg’d

Ilave clean meat and fresh water, or my moHis father's pardon, and so movingly

Is like to hear on't.

[there ever Told the sad story

of
your

uncle's death, Bob. Oh, good St. Jaques, help me! Was That the infanta wept; and instantly Such an herniaphrodite heard of? Would any Granting his suit, working the arch-duke to it, Wench living, that should hear and see what Their letters were directed to the king,

I do,

(man lies With whom they so prevail'd, that Alvarez Be wrought to believe, that the best of a Was freely pardon'd.

Under this petticoat, and that a cod-piece Vit. 'Tis not in the king

Were far tiiter here, than a pinn'd placket? To make that good.

Lucio. You had best talk filthily, do; I Ana. Not in the king? What subject

have a tongue Dares contradict his pow'r?

To tell my mother, as well as ears to hear Vit. In this I dare,

Your ribaldry. And will; and not call his prerogative

Bob. Nay, you have ten women's tongues In question, nor presume to limit it.

That way, I am sure! Wlay, my young master, I know he is the master of his laws,

Or mistress, madam, don, or what you will, And may forgive the forfeits made to them, What the devil have you to do with pullen But not the injury done to my honour:

or partridge! And since (forgetting my brave uncle's merits, Or to sit pricking on a clout all day? And many services, under duke d’Alva) You have a better needle, I know, and might He suffers him to fall, wresting from justice

Make better work, if you had grace to use it. The powerful sword, that would revenge his Lucio. Why, how dare you speak this bedeath,

fore me, sirrah?

[what I speak? I'll fill with this Astrea's empty hand, [king's. Bob. Nay, rather, why dare not you do And in my just wreak make this arın the Tho' my lady, your mother, for fear of My deadly hate to Alvarez, and his house, Vitelli and bis faction, hath [kept you Which as I grew in years hath still encreas’d Brought you up like her daughter, and has (As if it callid on Time to make me man), These twenty years (which is ever since Slept while it had no object for her fury, You were born) a close prisoner within doors; But a weak woman, and her talk’d-of dangh- Yet since you are a man, and are as well ter;

[sight, Provided as other men are, methinks (flesh But now, since there are quarries worth her You should have the same motions of the Both in the father and his hopeful son,

As other cavaliers of us are inclin'd unto. I'll boldly cast her off, and gorge her full Lucio. Indeed, you have cause to love With both their hearts: to further which, those wanton motions, your friendship,

[deeds They having holpe you to an excellent whipAnd oaths 3! Will your assistance let your

pingt 2 Quarries, worth her sight.] This sight, though it is not altogether void of sense, discontinues the chain of metaphors taken from falconry. Our business then must be to join it again (a thing not hard to be done), by changing one letter, and adding another, thus:

But now, since there are quarries, worth her flight, Mr. Seward concurred too in the same correction. Sympson.

to further which, your friendship,

And oaths; will your assistance, let your deeds.] Thus point the two last editions, and the first not a great deal better. Had the editors of any of the copies understood this passage, they would have taken better care in the punctuation, and given the text as Mr. Seward and myself have done in the present edition. Sympson. These gentlemen point,

to further which, your friendship,

And oaths, will your assistance: let, &c. We think they have quite mistaken the passage, and hope we have been more successful in presenting the meaning of the poet. * They having hope you to un--] Amended in 1750.

B 2

For

3

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a

For doing something (I but put you in mind Eug. Thou shalt: but first kneel with me, of it)

mother Lucio, With th' Indian maid, the governor sent my

No more Posthumia now! thou hast a father, From Mexico.

A father living to take off that name, (dead, Bob. Why, I but

Which my too-credulous fears, that he was Taught her a Spanish trick in charity, [live Bestow'd

upon

thee. Thou shalt see him, And holpe the king to a subject, that may Lucio, To take grave Maurice prisoners, and that And make him young again by seeing thee,

[as you

Who only hadst a being in my womb More good to the state than a thousand such When he went from me, Lucio. Oh, my joys Are ever like to do. And I will tell you So far transport me, that I must forget (In a fatherly care of the infant, I speak it) Tle ornaments of matrons, modesty, If he live (as bless the babe, in passion I And grave behaviour ! But let all forgive me, Remember him!) to your years, shall he If in th'expression of my soul's best comfort, spend his time

Tho' old, I do a while forget mine age, In pinning, painting, purling, and perfuming, And play the wanton in the entertainment As you do? No; he shall to the wars, Of those delights I have so long despair'd of! Use his Spanish pike, tho' with the danger Lucio. Shall I then see my father? of the lash,

[vok'd, Eug. This hour, Lucio; As his father has done; and when lie is pro

Which reckon the beginning of thy life, As I am now, draw his toledo desperately,

I mean that life in which thou shalt appear As--

To be such as I brought thee forth, a mag. Lucio. You will not kill me? Oh!

This womanish disguise, in which I have Bob. I knew this

So long conceal'd thee, thou shalt now cast Would silence him. How he hides his eyes ! off,

[from me, If he were a wench now, as he seems, what an And change those qualities thou didst learn Advantage had I, drawing two toledos

For masculine virtues; for which seek no tutor, When one can do this! But-Oh me, my But let thy father's actions be thy precepts. lady!

(jest.

And for thee, Zancho, now expect reward I must put up.-Young master, I did but For thy true service

[learn Oh, Custom, what hast thou made of him! Bob. Shall I?-You hear, fellow Stephano

To know me more respectively! How dost Enter Eugenia and Servant,

Thou think I shall become the steward's Eug. For bringing this, be still my friend; chair! ha!

Will not these slender haunches shew well A servant to me.

with Bob. What's the matter?

A gold chain? and a night-cap after supper, Eug. Here,

When I take the accounts? E'en here, where I am happy to receive Eug. Haste, and take down those blacks Assurance of my Alvarez' return, thoughts with which my chamber (mournd, I will kneel down; and may those holy Hath like the widow, her said mistress, That now possess me wholly, make this place And hang up for it the rich Persian arras, A temple to me, where I ruay give thanks Us’d on my wedding-night; for this to me For this unhop'd-for blessing, Heav'n's kind Shall be a second marriage! Send for inusic, Hath pour'd upon me!

[hand And will the cooks to use their best of cunLucio. Let my duty, madam,

To please the palate.

[ping Presume, if you have cause of joy, to entreat Bob. Will your ladyship hare I may share in it.

him yet. A potatoe-pie?? 'Tis a good stirring dish Bob. 'Tis well, he has forgot how I frighted For an old lady, after a long Lent.

s To take grave Murrice prisoner.] Grate is printed in the last editions with a great letter and in Italics, as if it was a proper name, whereas it is an epithet only, and a characteristic of prince Maurice of Nassau, who after performing great actions against the Spaniards, is said to have died of grief, on account of the siege of Breda. Str de Bello Belgico, though a bigotted Jesuit, and extremely prejudiced against the Protestants, gives prince Maurice the following character: Hic illi İlauritius est, à nobis sæpe, nec sine fortis et cauti Ducis laude memorandus; i. e. This is that Maurice whoin we shall often speak of, and never without the character of a brave and cautious general. Seuurd.

hon I frighted him yet.
Eug. Thou shalt.] Sympson thinks it undoubted that we should read,

how I frighted him.

Eug. That thou shalt.
? Chain.] See note 3, on the Lorers' Progress.
8 With a chain, and gold night-cap.} Corrected from Sympson's conjecture.
9 POTATOE-pie.] Sce note 36, on the Loyal Subject.

no more

6

Eug. Eug. Begone, I say! Why, sir, you can In any thing: I must and will put on [wish go faster

[practise What fashion you think best, tho' I could Bob. I could, madam; but I am now to I were what I

appear. The steward's pace; that's the reward I look Alo. Endeavour rather (Musick. for.

To be what you are, Clara; entring here, Every man must fashion his gait according As you were born, a woman. To his calling: you, fellow Stephano, may Enter Eugenia, Lucio, and Servants. walk faster,

Eug. Let choice musick, To overtake preferment; so, usher me. In the best voice that e'er touch'd human ear Lucio. Pray, madam, let' the waistcoat I (For joy hath tied my tongue up), speak your last wrought

welcome! Be made up for my father! I will have Alo. My soul (for thou giv'st new life to A cap, and boot-liose, suitable to it.

my spirit)

[Embraces her. Eug. Of that

now Myriads of joy, though short in uumber of We'll think bercafter, Lucio; our thoughts Thy virtues, fall on thee! Oh, my Eugenia, Must have no object but thy father's wel

Thi

assurance that I do embrace thee, inakes To which, thy help!

(come; My twenty years of sorrow but a dream; Lycio. With humble gladness, madam. And by the nectar which I take from these,

[Ereunt. I feel iny age restor’d, and, like old Æson, SCENE III.

Grow young again.
Enter Alvarez and Clara.

Eug. My lord, long wish'd-for, welcome!

'Tis a sweet briefness! yet in that short word Alo. Where lost we Syavedra?

All pleasures which I may call mine begin, Clara. He was met,

And inay they long encrease, before they find Ent’ring the city, by some gentlemen. A second period! Let mine eyes now surfeit Kinsmen, as he said, of his own, with whom On this so wish'd-for object, and my lips For compliment-sake (for so I think he Yet modestly pay back the parting kiss term'd it)

You trusted with thein, when you fled from He was compellid to stay; tho'I much wonder

Sevil,

she! A man that knows to do, and has donerwell With little Clara, my sweet daughter! Lives I'th'head of his troop, when the bold foe Yet I could chide myself, having you here, charg'd bome,

For being so covetous of all joys at once, Can learn so suddenly t'abuse his time T'enquire for her; you being, alone, to me In apish entertainment. For my part, My Clara, Lucio, my lord, myself, (By all the glorious rewards of war),

Nay, more than all the world! I'd rather meet ten enemies i'th' field,

[on

Alo. As you to me are. All sworn to fetch my head, than be brought Eug. Sit down, and let ine feed upon the To change an hour's discourse with one of

story

(safety! Sinooth city-fools, or tissue-cavaliers (these Of your past dangers, now you're here in (The only gallants, as they wisely think), It will give relish, and fresh appetite To get a jewel, or a wanton kiss

To my delights, if such delights can cloy me. Froin a court-lip, tho' painted.

Yet do not, Alvarez! let me first yield you Ald. My love Clara,

Account of my life in your absence, and (For Lucio is a name thou must forget, Make you acquainted how I have preserv'd With Lucio's bold behaviour), tho'thy breed- The jewel left lock'd ир

witlin

my woinb, ing

(cuse When you, in being forc'd to leave your I'th' camp, may plead something in the ex-- Sutter'd a civil death.

[country, Of thyrough manners, custom having chang'd Alo. Do, my Eugenia; (Tho' not thy sex) the softuess of thy nature, 'Tis that I most desire to hear. And Fortune, then a crael step-dame to thee, Eug. Then knowImpos'd upon thy tender sweetness burdens Alo. What noise is that? Of hunger, cold, wounds, want, such as

[![ithin clashing of swords. would crack

Syao. [within] If you are noble enemies, The sinews of a man, not born a soldier; Oppress inc not with odds, but kill me fairly! Yet, now she smiles, and like a nat’ral mother Vit. (within) Stand off! I am too many Looks gently on thee, Clara, entertain

of myself. Her protler'd bounties with a willing bosom:

Enter Bobadilla. 'Thou shalt no niore have need to use thy bob. Nurder, inurder, murder! Your sword;

(alter'd) friend, my lord, Thy beauty (which c'en Belgia hath not Don Syavedra is set upon in the streets, Shall be a stronger guard, to keep my Clara, By your enemies, Vitelli and his faction: Than that has been (tho' never us'd but no- I am almost kill'd with looking on them. And know thus much

[bly): Alr. I'll free him, or fall with him! Draw Clura. Sir, I know only that

thy sword, It stands not with any duty to gain-say you And follow mc!

[Ert.

Claru.

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