Enter Ruy Dias, Emanuel, Christoph. Pedro, with Sold.
Ru. Come on nobly,
And let the Fort play still, we are
Strong enough to look upon 'em,
And return at pleasure; it may
Be on our view they will return him.
Chr. We will return 'em such thanks else,
Shall make 'em scratch where it itches not.
Em. How the people stare,
And some cry, some pray, and some curse heartily:
But it is the King—
Enter Syana, Bakam, Quisara, Armusia, with Soldiers above.
Ruy. I cannot blame their wisdoms.
They are all above, Armusia chain'd and bound too?
Oh, these are [tha[n]kful] Squires.
Ba. Hear us Ruy [Di[a]s],
Be wise and hear us, and give speedy answer,
Command thy Cannon presently to cease,
No more to trouble the afflicted people,
Or suddainly Armusia's head goes off;
As suddainly as said.
Em. Stay Sir, be moderate.
Arm. Do nothing that's dishonourable Ruy Dyas
Let not the fear of me, master thy valour;
Pursue 'em still, they are base malicious people.
King. Friend, be not desperate.
Ar. I scorn your courtesies;
Strike when you dare, a fair arm guide the Gunner
And may he let flie still with fortune: friend,
Do me the honor of a Soldiers funerals,
The last fair Christian right, see me i'th' ground,
And let the Palace burn first, then the Temples,
And on their scorn'd gods, erect my monument:
Touch not the Princess, as you are a Soldier.
Quisar. Which way you goe, Sir,
I must follow necessary.
One life, and one death.
King. Will you take a truce yet?
Enter Pyniero, Soza, and Soldiers, with the Governor.
Py. No, no, go on:
Look here, your god, your prophet.
King. How came he taken?
Py. I conjur'd for him, King.
I am a sure Curr at an old blind Prophet.
I'll haunt ye such a false knave admirably,
A terrier I; I eartht him, and then snapt him.
Soz. Saving the reverence of your grace, we stole him,
E'en out of the next chamber to ye.
Py. Come, come, begin King,
Begin this bloudy matter when you dare;
And yet I scorn my sword should touch the rascal,
I'll tear him thus before ye. Ha?
What art thou? { Pulls his Beard and hair off.
King. How's this!
Art thou a Prophet?
Ru. Come down Princes.
King. We are abus'd—
Oh my most dear Armusia—
Off with his chains. And now my noble Sister,
Rejoyce with me, I know ye are pleas'd as I am.
Py. This is a precious Prophet. Why Don Governor,
What make you here, how long have you taken Orders?
Ruy. Why what a wretch
Art thou to work this mischief?
To assume this holy shape to ruine honor,
Honor and chastity?
Enter King, and all from above.
Gov. I had paid you all,
But fortune plaid the slut. Come,
Give me my doom.
King. I cannot speak for wonder.
Gov. Nay, 'tis I Sir,
And here I stay your sentence.
King. Take her friend,
You have half perswaded me to be a Christian,
And with her all the joyes, and all the blessings.
Why what dream have we dwelt in?
Ru. All peace to ye,
And all the happiness of heart dwell with ye,
Children as sweet and noble as their Parents.
Py. And Kings at least.
Ar. Good Sir, forget my rashness.
And noble [Princess[e], for I was once angry,
And out of that, might utter some distemper,
Think not 'tis my nature.
Sya. Your joy is ours, Sir.
And nothing we find in ye, but most noble.
King. To prison with this dog, there let him houl,
And if he can repent, sigh out his villanies:
His Island we shall seize into our hands,
His Father and himself have both usurp'd it,
And kept it by oppression; the Town and Castle,
In which I lay my self most miserable,
Till my most honourable friend redeem'd me,
Signior Pyniero, I bestow on you,
The rest of next command upon these Gentlemen,
Upon ye, all my love.
Arm. Oh brave Ruy Dias,
You have started now beyond me. I must thank ye,
And thank ye for my life, my wife and honor.
Ruy. I am glad I had her for you, Sir.
King. Come Princes,
Come Friends and Lovers all, come noble Gentlemen,
No more Guns now, nor hates, but joyes and triumphs,
An universal gladness fly about us:
And know however subtle men dare cast,
And promise wrack, the gods give peace at last. [Exeunt.