Enter one Gentleman, and Lamira.
1 Gent. Shall I entreat for what I may command?
Lam. Think on my birth.
1 Gent. Here I am only Noble,
A King, and thou in my dominions, fool,
A subject and a slave.
Lam. Be not a Tyrant,
A ravisher of honour, gentle Sir,
And I will think ye such, and on my knees,
As to my Soveraign, pay a Subjects duty,
With prayers and tears.
1 Gent. I like this humble carriage,
I will walk by, but kneel you still and weep too,
It shews well, while I meditate on the prey,
Before I seize it.
Lam. Is there no mercie, Heaven?
Enter second Gent. and Anabel.
2 Gent. Not kiss you?
I will kiss and kiss again.
Ana. Savage villain!
My Innocence be my strength, I do defie thee,
Thus scorn and spit at thee; will you come on Sir?
You are hot, there is a cooler.
2 Gent. A virago?
Ana. No, loathsome Goat, more, more, I am that Goddess,
That here with whips of steel in hell hereafter
Scourge rape and theft.
2 Gent. I'le try your deity.
Ana. My chastity, and this knife held by a Virgin,
Against thy lust, thy sword and thee a Beast,
Call on for the encounter.
2 Gent. Now what think you? [Throws her and taks her Knife.
Are you a Goddess?
Ana. In me their power suffers,
That should protect the Innocent.
1 Gent. I am all fire,
And thou shall quench it, and serve my pleasures.
Come partner in the spoil and the reward,
Let us enjoy our purchase.
Lam. O Dinant!
O Heaven! O Husband!
Ana. O my Cleremont!
1 Gent. Two are our slaves they call on, bring 'em forth
As they are chain'd together, let them see
And suffer in the object.
Enter Dinant, and Cleremont, bound by the rest of the Gent.
2 Gent. While we sit
And without pity hear 'em.
Cler. By my life,
I suffer more for thee than for my self.
Din. Be a man Cleremont, and look upon 'em
As such that not alone abus'd our service,
Fed us with hopes most bitter in digestion,
But when love fail'd, to draw on further mischief,
The baits they laid for us, were our own honours,
Which thus hath made us slaves too, worse than slaves.
2 Gent. He dies.
1 Gent. Pray hold, give him a little respite.
Din. I see you now beyond expression wretched,
The wit you brag'd of fool'd, that boasted honour,
As you believ'd compass'd with walls of brass,
To guard it sure, subject to be o'rethrown
With the least blast of lust.
Lam. A most sad truth.
Din. That confidence which was not to be shaken
In a perpetual fever, and those favours,
Which with so strong and Ceremonious duty
Your lover and a Gentleman long sought for,
Sought, sued, and kneel'd in vain for, must you yield up
To a licentious villain, that will hardly
Allow you thanks for't.
Cler. Something I must say too,
And to you pretty one, though crying one;
To be hang'd now, when these worshipful benchers please,
Though I know not their faces that condemn me,
A little startles me, but a man is nothing,
A Maidenhead is the thing, the thing all aim at;
Do not you wish now, and wish from your heart too,
When scarce sweet with my fears, I long lay by you
Those fears you and your good Aunt put upon me,
To make you sport, you had given a little hint,
A touch or so, to tell me I was mortal,
And by a mortal woman?
Ana. Pray you no more.
Cler. If I had loos'd that virgin Zone, observe me,
I would have hired the best of all our Poets
To have sung so much, and so well in the honour
Of that nights joy, that Ovids afternoon,
Nor his Corinna should again be mention'd.
Ana. I do repent, and wish I had.
Cler. That's comfort,
But now—
2 Gent. Another that will have it offer'd,
Compel it to be offer'd, shall enjoy it.
Cler. A rogue, a ruffian.
2 Gent. As you love your throat,—
1 Gent. Away with them.
Ana. O Cleremont!
Lam. O Dinant!
Din. I can but add your sorrows to my sorrows,
Your fears to my fears.
Cler. To your wishes mine,
This slave may prove unable to perform,
Till I perform the task that I was born for.
Ana. Amen, amen.
1 Gent. Drag the slaves hence, for you
A while I'le lock you up here, study all ways
You can to please me, or the deed being done,
You are but dead.
2 Gen. This strong Vault shall contain you,
There think how many for your maidenhead
Have pin'd away, and be prepar'd to lose it
With penitence.
1 Gent. No humane help can save you.
Ladyes. Help, help!
2 Gent. You cry in vain, rocks cannot hear you.
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
A Horrid noise of Musique within,
Enter one and opens the door, in which Lamira and
Anabel were shut, they in all fear.