1. What is the fire allaid?
2. 'Tis out, 'tis out,
Or past the worst, I never did so stoutly
I'll assure you neighbours since I was a Man:
I have been burnt at both ends like a squib:
I liv'd two hours in the' fire, 'twas a hideous matter;
But when men of understanding come about it,
Men that judge of things, my Wife gave me over,
And took her leave a hundred times, I bore up still,
And tost the Buckets Boys.
3. We are all meere Martins.
1. I heard a voice at latter end o'th hurry,
Or else I dreamt I heard it, that said Treason.
2. 'Tis like enough, it might cry Murder too, for there was
Many without a joint, but what's that to us: Let's home
And fright our Wives, for we look like Devils.
Enter 3 Women.
3. Here come some of 'em to fright us.
1 W. Mine's alive neighbor—oh sweet hony husband.
2. Thou liest, I think abominably, and thou hadst been
In my place, thou wouldst have stunk at both ends.
Get me some drink, give me whole Tuns of drink,
Whole cisterns; for I have four dozen of fine firebrands
In my belly, I have more smoke in my mouth, than would
Blote a hundred Herrings.
2 Wo. Art thou come safe agen?
3 Wo. I pray you what became of my man, is he in a Well?
2. At hearts ease in a Well, is very well neighbor;
We left him drinking of a new dozen of Buckets;
Thy husbands happy, he was through roasted,
And now he's basting of himself at all points:
The Clark and he are cooling their pericraniums;
[Body [O] me] neighbors there's fire in my Codpiece.
1 Wo. Bless my Husband.
2. Blow it out Wife—blow, blow, the gable end a'th' store-house.
Women. Some water, water, water.
3. Peace, 'tis but a sparkle;
Raise not the Town again, 'twill be a great hindrance,
I'm glad 'tis out, and't had ta'en in my Hay-loft?
What frights are [t]hese], marry heaven bless thy modicum.
3 Wo. But is a drown'd outright, pray put me out of
Fear neighbor.
2. Thou wouldst have it so, but after a hundred fires
More, he'll live to see thee burnt for brewing musty
Liquor.
1. Come, let's go neighbor.
2. For I would very fain turn down this liquor;
Come, come, I fry like a burnt mary-bone:
Women get you afore, and draw upon us;
Run wenches, run, and let your Taps run with ye;
Run as the fire were in your tails, cry Ale, Ale.
Wom. Away, let's nourish the poor wretches.
2. We'll rallie up the rest of the burnt Regiment.
Enter Governor, Captain, Soldier, and Guard.
Gov. The fire's quencht Captain, but the mischief hangs still;
The King's redeem'd, and gone too; a trick, a dam'd one:
Oh I am overtaken poorly, tamely.
Cap. Where were the guard that waited upon the prison?
Sol. Most of'em slain, yet some scap'd, Sir, and they deliver,
They saw a little boat ready to receive him,
And those redeem'd him, making such haste and fighting;
Fighting beyond the force of men.
Gov. I am lost Captain,
And all the world will laugh at this, and scorn me:
Count me a heavy sleepy fool, a coward,
A coward past recovery, a confirm'd coward,
One [without carriage], or common sense.
Sol. Hee's gon Sir,
And put to Sea amaine, past our recovery,
Not a Boat ready to pursue; if there were any,
The people stand amazed so at their valor,
And the sudden fright of fire, none knows to execute.
Gov. Oh, I could tear my limbs, and knock my [boys brains]
'Gainst every post I meet; fool'd with a fire?
Cap. It was a crafty trick.
Gov. No, I was lazy,
Confident sluggish lazie, had I but met 'em
And chang'd a dozen blowes, I had forgiv'n 'em,
By both these hands held up, and by that brightness
That gildes the world with light, by all our worships,
The hidden ebbes and flowes of the blew Ocean,
I will not rest; no mirth shall dwell upon me,
Wine touch my mouth, nor any thing refresh me,
Till I be wholly quit of this dishonor:
Make ready my Barrato's instantly,
And what I shall intend—
Cap. We are your servants. [Exeunt.
Enter Quisara, Ruy Dyas.
Quisar. Never tell me, you never car'd to win me,
Never for my sake to attempt a deed,
Might draw me to a thought, you sought my favor:
If not for love of me, for love of armes Sir,
For that cause you profess, for love of honor,
Of which you stile your self the mighty Master,
You might have stept out nobly, and made an offer,
As if you had intended something excellent,
Put on a forward face.
Ru. Dear Lady hold me—
Quisar. I hold ye, as I find ye, a faint servant.
Ru. By —— I dare doe—
Quisar. In a Ladies chamber
I dare believe ye, there's no mortal danger:
Give me the man that dares do, to deserve that:
I thought you Portugals had been rare wonders,
Men of those haughty courages and credits,
That all things were confin'd within your promises,
The Lords of fate and fortune I believ'd ye,
But well I see I am deceiv'd Ruy Dias,
And blame, too late, my much beliefe.
Ru. I am asham'd, Lady,
I was so dull, so stupid to your offer:
Now you have once more school'd me, I am right,
And something shall be thought on suddenly,
And put in Act as soon, some [preparation—]
Quisar. And give it out?
Ru. Yes, Lady, and so great too;
In which, the noise of all my Countrey-men—
Quisar. Those will do well, for they are all approv'd ones,
And though he be restor'd alive.
Ru. I have ye.
Quisar. For then we are both servants.
Ru. I conceive ye,
Good Madam give me leave to turn my fancies.
Quis. Do, and make all things fit, and then I'll visit you. [Ex.
Ru. My self, the Cozen, and the Garrison,
The neighbors of the out-Isles of our Nation,
Syana's strength, for I can humor him:
And proud Bekamus, I shall deceive his glory. [A shout.
What ringing sound of joy is this? whence comes it?
May be the Princes are in sport.
Enter Pyniero, Christoph.
Py. Where are ye?
Ru. Now Pyniero, What's the haste you seek me?
Py. Doe you know this sign Sir?
Ru. Ha!
Py. Do you know this embleme:
Your nose is boar'd.
Ru. Boar'd? What's that?
Py. Y'are topt Sir:
The King's come home again, the King.
Ru. The Devil!
Py. Nay sure he came a Gods name home:
He's return'd Sir.
Christ. And all this joy ye hear—
Ru. Who durst attempt him?
The Princes are all here.
Chry. They are worthy Princes,
They are special Princes, all they love by ounces.
Believe it Sir, 'tis done, and done most bravely and easily.
What fortune have ye lost Sir?
What justice have ye now unto this Lady?
Py. How stands your claim?
That ever Man should be fool'd so,
When he should do and prosper; stand protesting,
Kissing the hand, and farting for a favor,
When he should be about his business sweating;
She bid you go, and pickt you out a purpose,
To make your self a fortune by, a Lady, a Lady, and a lusty one,
A lovely, that now you may go look, she pointed ye,
Knowing you were a man of worth and merit,
And bid you fly, you have made a fair flight on't,
You have caught a Goose.
Ru. How dare you thus molest me? [A shout.
It cannot be.
Chr. Heark how the general joy rings!
Py. Have you your hearing left? Is not that drunk too?
For if you had been sober, you had been wise sure.
Ru. Done? Who dares do?
Py. It seems an honest fellow,
That has ended his Market before you be up.
Chr. The shame on't 's a stranger too.
Py. 'Tis no shame,
He took her at her word, and tied the bargain,
Dealt like a man indeed, stood not demurring,
But clapt close to the cause, as he will do to the Lady:
'Is a fellow of that speed and handsomness,
He will get her with child too, ere you shall come to know him,
Is it not brave, a gentleman scarce landed,
Scarce eating of the air here, not acquainted,
No circumstance of love depending on him,
Nor no command to shew him, must start forth,
At the first sight to—
Ru. I am undone.
Py. Like an Oyster:
She neither taking view, nor value of him,
Unto such deeds as these—Pox o' these,
These wise delayings—
They make men cowards.
You are undone as a man would undoe an egge,
A hundred shames about ye.
Enter Quisara, Panura, and Traine.