Arm. Ye are welcome.
Ru. Bid those fools welcome, that affect your courtesie,
I come not to use compliment, ye have wrong'd me,
And ye shall feel, proud man, e'r I part from ye,
The effects of that, if fortune do not fool me;
Thy life is mine, and no hope shall redeem thee.
Arm. That's a proud word,
More than your faith can justifie.
Quisar. Sure they will fight.
Ruy. She's there, I am happy.
Gov. Let 'em alone, let 'em kill one another,
These are the main posts, if they fall, the buildings
Will tumble quickly.
Quisar. How temperate Armusia!
No more, be quiet yet.
Arm. I am not bloody,
Nor do not feel such mortal malice in me,
But since we cannot both enjoy the Princess,
I am resolv'd to fight.
Ruy. Fight home Armusia,
For if thou faint'st, or fall'st—
Arm. Do ye make all vantages?
Ruy. Always; unto thy life I will not spare thee,
Nor look not for thy mercy.
Arm. I am arm'd then.
Ruy. Stand still I charge ye Nephew, as ye honor me.
Arm. And good [Emanuel stir not—]
Py. Ye speak fitly,
For we had not stood idle else.
Gov. I am sorry for't.
Em. But since you will have it so—
Ruy. Come Sir.
Arm. I wait ye.
Py. I marry, this looks handsomely,
This is warm work.
Gov. Both fall and't be thy Will. [Ruy falls.
Py. My Uncle dead?
Em. Stand still, or my swords in—
Arm. Now brave Ruy Dias,
Now where's your confidence, your prayers? quickly
Your own spite has condemn'd ye.
Quisar. Hold Armusia.
Ar. Most happy Lady.
Quisar. Hold, and let him rise,
Spare him for me.
Ar. A long life may he enjoy, Lady.
Gov. What ha you done? 'tis better they had all perisht.
Quisar. Peace father, I work for the best; [Armusia,]
Be in the Garden an hour hence. [Ex. Qu. and Gov.
Ar. I shall Madam.
Py. Now as I live, a Gentleman at all inches,
So brave a mingled temper saw I never.
Ar. Why are ye sad Sir? how would this have griev'd you,
If ye had fall'n under a profest enemy?
Under one had taken vantage of your shame too?
Pray ye be at peace, I am so far from wronging ye,
Or glorying in the pride of such a victory,
That I desire to serve ye, pray look chearfully.
Py. Do you hear this Sir? this love Sir? do you see this Gentleman
How he courts ye? why do you hold your head down?
'Tis no high Treason, I take it, to be equall'd;
To have a slip i' th field, no sin, that's mortal;
Come, come, thank fortune and your friend.
Ar. It may be
You think my tongue may prove your enemy;
And though restrain'd sometimes, out of a bravery,
May take a License to disable ye:
Believe me Sir, so much I hate that liberty,
That in a strangers tongue, 'twill prove an injury,
And I shall right you in't.
Py. Can you have more, Uncle?
Ru. Sir, you have beat me both ways, yet so nobly,
That I shall ever love the hand that did it:
Fortune may make me worthy of some title
That may be near your friend,
Ar. Sir, I must leave ye,
But with so hearty love; and pray be confident,
I carry nothing from this place shall wrong ye. [Exit Arm. and Em.
Py. Come, come, you are right agen, Sir, love your honor,
And love your friend, take heed of bloody purposes,
And unjust ends, good heaven is angry [with ye];
Make your fair virtues, and your fame your Mistriss,
And let these trinkets go.
Ru. You teach well Nephew,
Now to be [honourabl[e] even with this Gentleman,
Shall be my business, and my ends his.
Enter Governor and King.
Gov. Sir, Sir, you must do something suddainly,
To stop his pride so great and high, he is shot up,
Upon his person too, your state is sunk else:
You must not stand now upon terms of gratitude,
And let a simple tenderness besot ye:
I'll bring ye suddenly where you shall see him,
Attempting your brave Sister, privately,
Mark but his high behaviour then.
King. I will Father.
Gov. And with scorn, I fear contempt too.
King. I hope not.
Gov. I will not name a lust;
It may be that also;
A little force must be applyed upon him,
Now, now applyed, a little force to humble [him.]
These sweet intreaties do but make him wanton.
King. Take heed ye wrong him not.
Gov. Take heed to your safety,
I but forewarn ye King; if you mistrust me,
Or think I come un-sent—
King. No, I'll go with you. [Exeunt.
Enter Armusia, Quisara.
Arm. Madam, you see there's nothing I can reach at,
Either in my obedience, or my service,
That may deserve your love, or win a liking,
But a poor thought, but I pursue it seriously,
Take pleasure in your [Will], even in your anger,
Which other men would grudge at, and grow stormy;
I study new humility to please ye,
And take a kind of joy in my afflictions,
Because they come from ye, I love my sorrows:
Pray Madam but consider—
Quisar. Yes, I do Sir,
And to that honest end I drew thee hither;
I know ye have deserv'd as much as man can,
And know it is a justice to requite you:
I know ye love.
Arm. If ever love was mortal,
And dwelt in man, and for that love command me,
So strong I find it, and so true, here Lady,
Something of such a greatness to allow me,
Those things I have done already, may seem foyls too:
'Tis equity that man aspires to heaven,
Should win it by his worth, and not sleep to it.
Enter Governor, and King.
Gov. Now stand close King and hear, and as you find him,
Believe me right, or let Religion suffer.
Quisar. I dare believe your worth without additions;
But since you are so liberal of your love Sir,
And wou'd be farther tried, I do intend it,
Because you shall not, or you wou'd not win me
At such an easie rate.
Arm. I am prepared still,
And if I shrink—
Quisar. I know ye are no coward,
This is the utmost trial of your constancy,
And if you stand fast now, I am yours, your wife Sir;
You hold there's nothing dear that may atchieve me,
Doubted or dangerous.
Arm. There's nothing, nothing:
Let me but know, that I may straight flie to it.
Quisar. I'll tell you then, change your Religion.
And be of one belief with me.
Arm. How?
Quisar. Mark,
Worship our Gods, renounce that faith [ye] are bred in;
'Tis easily done, I'll teach ye suddenly;
And humbly on your knees—
Arm. Ha? I'll be hang'd first.
Quisar. Offer as we do.
Arm. To the devil Lady?
Offer to him I hate? I know the devil.
To dogs and cats? you make offer to them;
To every bird that flies, and every worm.
How terribly I shake! Is this the venture?
The trial that you talk'd of? where have I been?
And how forgot my self? how lost my memory?
When did I pray, or look up stedfastly?
Had any goodness in my heart to guide me?
That I should give this vantage to mine enemy;
The enemy to my peace, forsake my faith?
Quisar. Come, come, I know ye love me.
Arm. Love ye this way?
This most destroying way? sure you but jest, Lady.
Quisar. My Love and Life are one way.
Arm. Love alone then, and mine another way,
I'll love diseases first,
Doat on a villain that would cut my throat,
Wooe all afflictions of all sorts, kiss cruelty.
Have mercy heaven, how have I been wand'ring!
Wand'ring the way of Lust, and left my Maker!
How have I slept like Cork upon a water,
And had no feeling of the storm that tost me!
Trode the blind paths of death! forsook assurance,
Eternity of blessedness for a woman!
For a young handsome face, hazard my Being!
Quisar. Are not our powers eternal, so their comforts?
As great and full of hopes as yours?
Arm. They are puppets.
Gov. Now mark him Sir, and but observe him nearly.
Ar. Their comforts like themselves, cold, sensless outsides;
You make 'em sick, as we are, peevish, mad,
Subject to age; and how can they cure us,
That are not able to refine themselves?
Quis. The Sun and Moon we worship, those are heavenly,
And their bright influences we believe.
Arm. Away fool,
I adore the Maker of that Sun and Moon,
That gives those bodies light and influence;
That pointed out their paths, and taught their motions;
They are not so great as we, they are our servants,
Plac'd there to teach us time, to give us [knowledge]
Of when and how the [swellings] of the [main are],
And their returns agen; they are but our Stewards
To make the earth fat, with their influence,
That she may bring forth her increase, and feed us.
Shall I fall from this faith to please a woman?
For her embraces bring my soul to ruin?
I look'd you should have said, make me a Christian,
Work that great cure, for 'tis a great one woman;
That labor truly [to perform], that venture,
The crown of all great trial, and the fairest:
I look'd ye should have wept and kneel'd to beg it,
Washt off your mist of ignorance, with waters
Pure and repentant, from those eyes; I look'd
You should have brought me your chief god ye worship,
He that you offer humane bloud and life to,
And make a sacrifice of him to memory,
Beat down his Altars, ruin'd his false Temples.
Gov. Now you may see.
Quisar. Take heed, you goe too far, Sir,
And yet I love to hear him, I must have ye,
And to that end I let you storm a little;
I know there must be some strife in your bosom
To cool and quiet ye, e'r you can come back:
I know old friends cannot part suddainly,
There will be some left still, yet I must have ye,
Have ye of my faith too, and so enjoy ye.
Arm. Now I contemn ye, and I hate my self
For looking on that face lasciviously,
And it looks ugly now me thinks.
Quisar. How Portugal?
Arm. It looks like death it self, to which 'twou'd lead me;
Your eyes resemble pale dispair, they fright me,
And in their rounds, a thousand horrid ruins,
Methinks I see; and in your tongue hear fearfully
The hideous murmurs of weak souls have suffer'd;
Get from me, I despise ye; and know woman,
That for all this trap you have laid to catch my life in,
To catch my immortal life, I hate and curse ye,
Contemn your Deities, spurn at their powers,
And where I meet your Mahumet gods, I'll swing 'em
Thus o'r my head, and kick 'em into puddles,
Nay, I will out of vengeance search your Temples.
And with those hearts that serve my God, demolish
Your shambles of wild worships.
Gov. Now, now you hear Sir.
Arm. I will have my faith, since you are so crafty,
The glorious cross, although I love your brother;
Let him frown too, I will have my devotion,
And let your whole State storm.
King. Enter and take him;
I am sorry friend that I am forc'd to do this.
Gov. Be sure you bind him fast.
Quisar. But use him nobly.
King. Had it to me been done, I had forgiven it,
And still preserv'd you fair, but to our gods Sir—
Quisar. Methinks I hate 'em now.
King. To our Religion,
To these to be thus stubborn, thus rebellious
To threaten them.
Arm. Use all your violence,
I ask no mercy, nor repent my words:
I spit at your best powers; I serve one,
Will give me strength to scourge your gods.
Gov. Away with him.
Arm. To grind 'em into base dust, and disperse 'em,
That never more their bloudy memories—
Gov. Clap him close up.
King. Good friend be cooler.
Arm. Never;
Your painted Sister I despise too.
King. Softly.
Arm. And all her devilish Arts laugh and scorn at,
Mock her blind purposes.
King. You must be temperate;
Offer him no violence, I command you strictly.
Gov. Now thou art up, I shall have time to speak too.
Quisar. Oh how I love this man, how truly honor him. [Exeunt.
Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Christophero, and Pedro (at one door) Emanuel, and Soza, (at another).
Chr. Do you know the news Gentlemen?
Em. Wou'd we knew as well, Sir,
How to prevent it.
Soz. Is this the love they bear us,
For our late benefit? taken so maliciously,
And clapt up close? is that the thanks they render?
Ch. It must not be put up thus, smother'd slightly,
'Tis such a base unnatural wrong.
Ped. I know,
They may think to doe wonders, aim at all,
And to blow us with a vengeance, out o'th' Islands:
But if we be our selves, honest and resolute,
And continue but Masters of our antient courages,
Stick close, and give no vantage to their villanies—
Soz. Nay, if we faint or fall apieces now,
We are fools, and worthy to be markt for misery;
Begin to strike at him, they are all [bound too?]
To cancel his deserts? what must we look for
If they can carry this?
Em. I'll carry coals then;
I have but one life, and one fortune, Gentlemen,
But I'll so husband it to vex these rascals,
These barbarous slaves.
Ch. Shall we go charge 'em presently?
Soz. No, that will be too weak, and too fool-hardy,
We must have grounds, that promise safety, friends,
And sure offence, we lose our angers else,
And worse than that, venture our lives too lightly.