Ray. And did omit no tyranny, which men,
Inured to spoil, and mischief could inflict,
On the grie[v]'d sufferers; when by lawless rapine
They reap'd the harvest, which their Labou[rs] sow'd;
And not content to force 'em from their dwelling,
But laid for 'em at Sea to ravish from 'em
The last remainder of their wealth: then, then,
After a long pursuit, each doubting other,
As guilty of the Portugals escape,
They did begin to quarrel, like [ill] men;
(Forgive me piety, that I call 'em so)
No longer love, or correspondence holds,
Than it is cimented with prey or profit:
Then did they turn these swords they oft had bloodi'd
With innocent gore, upon their wretched selves,
And paid the forfeit of their cruelty
Shewn to Sebastian, and his Colonie,
By being fatal enemies to each other.
Thence grew Amintas rape, and my desire
To be reveng'd. And now observe the issue:
As they for spoil ever forgot compassion
To women, (who should be exempted
From the extremities of a lawful War)
We now, young able men, are fall'n into
The hands of Women; that, against the soft
Tenderness familiar to their Sex,
Will shew no mercy.
Enter Crocale.
Cro. None, unless you shew us
Our long lost Husbands.
We are those Portugals you talk'd of.
Ray. Stay,
I met upon the Sea in a tall Ship
Two Portugals, famish'd almost to death.
Tib. Our Ship by this Wine.
And those the rogues that stole her,
Left us to famish in the barren Islands.
Ray. Some such tale they told me,
And something of a Woman, which I find,
To be my Sister.
Cro. Where are these men?
Ray. I left 'em,
Supposing they had deluded me with forg'd tales,
In the Island, where they said
They had liv'd many years the wretched owners
Of a huge mass of treasure.
Alb. The same men: and that the fatal muck
We quarrell'd for.
Cro. They were Portugals you say.