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DON SEBASTIAN , King of Portuagal : A TRAGEDY Acted at the Theatre Royal.

Written by Mr. DRYDEN .

— Nec tarda Senectus , Debilitat vires animi , mutatque vigorem . Virgil.

LONDON : Printed for Jo. Hindmarsh , at the Golden Ball in Cornhil . MDCXC .

Don Sebastian King of Portugal . A Tragedy . Persons Represented . By Mr. Williams . Mr. Kynaston . Mr. Betterton . Mr. Sandford . Mr. Underhill . Mr. Powell , Jun. Mr. Betterton . Mr. Boweman . Mr. Leigh . Mrs. Barry . Mrs. Montfort . Mrs. Leigh . Two Merchants . Rabble . A Servant to Benducar . A Servant to the Mufti . Scene in the Castle of Alcazar .
TO THE Right Honourable Philip Earl of Leycester , &c.

FAR be it from me , ( My most Noble Lord ) to think , that any thing which my meanness can produce , should be worthy to be offer'd to your Patronage ; or that ought which I can say of you shou'd recommend you farther , to the esteem of good men in this present Age , or to the veneration which will certainly be paid you by Posterity . On th● other side , I must acknowledg it a great presumption in me , to make you this Address ; and so much the greater , because by the common suffrage even of contrary parties , yon have been always regarded , as one of the first Persons of the Age , and yet no one Writer has dar'd to tell you so : Whether we have been , all conscious to our selves that it was a needless labour to give this notice to Mankind , as all men are asham'd to tell stale news , or that we were justly diffident of our own performances , as even Cicero is observ'd to be in awe when he writes to Atticus ; where knowing himself overmatch'd in good sense , and truth of knowledg , he drops the gawdy train of words , and is no longer the vain-glorious Orator . From whatever reason it may be , I am the first bold offender of this kind : I have broken down the fence , and ventur'd into the Holy Grove ; how I may be punish'd for my profane attempt , I know not ; but I wish it may not be of ill Omen to your Lordship ; and that a crowd of bad Writers , do not rush into the quiet of your recesses after me . Every man in all changes of Government , which have been , or may possibly arrive , will agree , that I cou'd not have offer'd my Incense , where it cou'd be so well deserv'd . For you , My Lord , are secure in your own merit ; and all Parties , as they rise uppermost , are sure to court you in their turns ; 't is a tribute which has ever been paid your vertue : The leading men still bring their bullion to your mint , to receive the stamp of their intrinsick value , that they may afterwards hope to pass with human kind . They rise and fall in the variety of Revolutions ; and are sometimes great , and therefore wise in mens opinions , who must court them for their interest : But the reputation of their parts most commonly follows their success ; few of 'em are wise , but as they are in power : Because indeed , they have no sphere of their own , but like the Moon in the Copernican Systeme of the World , are whirl'd about by the motion of a greater Planet . This it is to be ever busie ; neither to give rest to their Fellow creatures , nor , which is more wretchedly ridiculous , to themselves : Tho truly , the latter is a kind of justice , and giving Mankind a due revenge , that they will not permit their own hearts to be at quiet , who disturb the repose of all beside them . Ambitious Meteors ! how willing they are to set themselves upon the Wing ; and taking every occasion of drawing upward to the Sun : Not considering that they have no more time allow'd them for their mounting , than the short revolution of a day : and that when the light goes from them , they are of necessity to fall . How much happier is he , ( and who he is I need not say , for there is but one Phoenix in an Age , ) who centring on himself , remains immovable , and smiles at the madness of the dance about him . He possesses the midst , which is the portion of safety and content : He will not be higher , because he needs it not ; but by the prudence of that choice , he puts it out of Fortunes power to throw him down . 'T is confest , that if he had not so been born , he might have been too high for happiness ; but not endeavoring to ascend , he secures the native height of his station from envy ; and cannot descend from what he is , because he depends not on another . What a glorious Character was this once in Rome ; I shou'd say in Athens , when in the disturbances of a State as mad as ours , the wise Pomponius transported all the remaining wisdom and vertue of his Country , into the Sanctuary of Peace and Learning . But , I wou'd ask the World , ( for you , My Lord , are too nearly concern'd to judge this Cause ) whether there may not yet be found , a Character of a Noble Englishman , equally shining with that illustrious Roman ? Whether I need to name a second Atticus ; or whether the World has not already prevented me , and fix'd it there without my naming . Not a second with a longo sed proximus intervallo , not a Young Marcellus , flatter'd by a Poet , into a resemblance of the first , with a frons laeta parum , & dejecto lumina vultu , and the rest that follows , si qua fata aspera rumpas Tu Marcellus eris : But a Person of the same stamp and magnitude ; who owes nothing to the former , besides the Word Roman , and the Superstition of reverence , devolving on him by the precedency of eighteen hundred years . One who walks by him with equal paces , and shares the eyes of beholders with him : One , who had been first , had he first liv'd ; and in spight of doating veneration is still his equal . Both of them born of Noble Families in unhappy Ages , of change and tumult ; both of them retiring from Affairs of State : Yet , not leaving the Common-wealth , till it had left it self ; but never returning to publick b●siness , when they had once quitted it ; tho courted by the Heads of either Party . But who wou'd trust the quiet of their lives , with the extravagancies of their Countrymen , when they were just in the giddiness of their turning ; when the ground was tottering under them at every moment ; and none cou'd guess whether the next heave of the Earthquake , wou'd settle them on the first Foundation , or swallow it ? Both of them knew Mankind exactly well ; for both of them began that study in themselves ; and there they found the best part of humane composition , the worst they learn'd by long experience of the folly , ignorance , and immorality of most beside them . Their Philosophy on both sides , was not wholly speculative , for that is barren , and produces nothing but vain Ideas of things which cannot possibly be known ; or if they cou'd , yet wou'd only terminate in the understanding ; but it was a noble , vigorous , and practical Philosophy , which exerted it self in all the offices of pity , to those who were unfortunate , and deserv'd not so to be . The Friend was always more consider'd by them than the cause : And an Octavius , or an Anthony in distress , were reliev'd by them , as well as a Brutus or a Cassius . For the lowermost party to a noble mind , is ever the fittest object of good will. The eldest of them , I will suppose for his honour , to have been of the Academick Sect , neither Dogmatist nor Stoick ; if he were not , I am sure he ought in common justice , to yield the precedency to his younger Brother . For stiffness of Opinion is the effect of Pride , and not of Philosophy : 'T is a miserable Presumption of that knowledg which humane Nature is too narrow to contain . And the ruggedness of a Stoick is only a silly affectation of being a God : To wind himself up by Pulleys , to an insensibility of suffering ; and at the same time to give the lye to his own Experience , by saying he suffers not , what he knows he feels . True , Philosophy is certainly of a more pliant Nature , and more accommodated to human use ; Homo sum , humani à me nihil alienum puto . A wise man will never attempt an impossibility ; and such it is to strain himself beyond the nature of his Being ; either to become a Deity , by being above suffering , or to debase himself into a Stock or Stone , by pretending not to feel it . To find in ourselves the Weaknesses and Imperfections of our wretched Kind , is surely the most reasonable step we can make towards the Compassion of our fellow Creatures . I cou'd give Examples of this kind in the second Atticus . In every turn of State , without meddling on either side , he has always been favorable and assisting to opprest Merit . The Praises which were given by a great Poet to the late Queen Mother on her rebuilding Somerset Palace , one part of which was fronting to the mean Houses on the other side of the Water , are as justly his : For , the distrest , and the afflicted lye Most in his Thoughts , and always in his Eye . Neither has he so far forgotten a poor Inhabitant of his Suburbs , whose best prospect is on the Garden of Leicester-House ; but that more than once he has been offering him his Patronage , to reconcile him to a World , of which his Misfortunes have made him weary . There is another Sidney still remaining , tho there can never be another Spencer to deserve the Favor . But one Sidney gave his Patronage to the applications of a Poet ; the other offer'd it unask'd . Thus , whether as a second Atticus , or a second Sir Philip Sidney , the latter , in all respects , will not have the worse of the comparison ; and if he will take up with the second place , the World will not so far flatter his Modesty , as to seat him there , unless it be out of a deference of Manners , that he may place himself where he pleases at his own Table .

I may therefore safely conclude , that he , who by the consent of all men , bears so eminent a Character , will out of his inborn Nobleness , forgive the Presumption of this Address . 'T is an unfinish'd Picture , I confess , but the Lines and Features are so like , that it cannot be mistaken for any other ; and without writing any name under it , every beholder must cry out , at the first sight , this was design'd for Atticus ; but the bad Artist , has cast too much of him into shades . But I have this Excuse , that even the greater Masters commonly fall short of the best Faces . They may flatter an indifferent Beauty ; but the excellencies of Nature , can have no right done to them : For there both the Pencil and the Pen are overcome by the Dignity of the Subject ; as our admirable Wal●er has express'd it ; The Hero's Race transcends the Poet's Thought .

There are few in any Age who can bear the load of a Dedication ; for where Praise is undeserv'd , 't is Satyr : Tho Satyr on Folly is now no longer a Scandal to any one Person , where a whole Age is dipt together ; yet I had rather undertake a Multitude one way , than a single Aiticus the other ; for 't is easier to descend , than 't is to climb . I shou'd have gone asham'd out of the World , if I had not at least attempted this Address , which I have long thought owing : And if I had never attempted , I might have been vain enough to think I might have succeeded in it : now I have made the Experiment , and have fail'd , through my Unworthiness . I may rest satisfi'd , that either the Adventure is not to be atchiev'd , or that it is reserv'd for some other hand .

Be pleas'd therefore , since the Family of the Attici is and ought to be above the common Forms of concluding Letters , that I may take my leave in the Words of Cicero to the first of them : Me , O Pomponi , valdè poenitet vivere : tantùm te oro , ut quoniam me ipse semper amâsti , ut eodem amore sis ; ego nimirum , idem sum . Inimici mei mea mihi non meipsum ademerunt . Cura , Attice , ut valeas .

Dabam Cal. Jan. 1690.
THE PREFACE·

WHether it happen'd through a long disuse of Writing , that I forgot the usual compass of a Play ; or that by crowding it , with Characters and Incidents , I put a necessity upon my self of lenghthning the main Action , I know not ; but the first days Audience sufficiently convinc●d me of my error ; and that the Poem was insupportably too long . 'T is an ill ambition of us Poets , to please an Audience with more than they can bear : And , supposing that we wrote as well , as vainly we imagin our selves to write ; yet we ought to consider , that no man can bear to be long tickled . There is a nauseousness in a City feast when we are to sit four hours after we are cloy'd . I am , therefore , in the first place , to acknowledg with all manner of gratitude , their civility ; who were pleas'd to endure it with so much patience , to be weary with so much good nature and silence , and not to explode an entertainment , which was design'd to please them ; or discourage an Author , whose misfortunes have once more brought him against his will , upon the Stage . While I continue in these bad circumstances , ( and truly I see very little probability of coming out : ) I must be oblig'd to write , and if I may still hope for the same kind usage , I shall the less repent of that hard necessity . I write not this out of any expectation to be pityed ; for I have Enemies enow to wish me yet in a worse condition ; but give me leave to say , that if I can please by writing , as I shall endeavour it , the Town may be somewhat oblig'd to my misfortunes , for a part of their diversion . Having been longer acquainted with the Stage , than any Poet now living , and having observ'd how difficult it was to please ; that the humours of Comedy were almost spent , that Love and Honour ( the mistaken Topicks of Tragedy ) were quite worn out , that the Theaters cou'd not support their charges , that the Audience forsook them , that young men without Learning set up for Judges , and that they talk'd loudest , who understood the least : all these discouragements had not only wean'd me from the Stage , but had also given me a loathing of it . But enough of this : the difficulties continue ; they increase , and I am still condemn'd to dig in those exhausted Mines . Whatever fault I next commit , rest assur'd it shall not be that of too much length : Above twelve hunder'd lines have been cut off from this Tragedy , since it was first deliver'd to the Actors . They were indeed so judiciously lopt by Mr. Betterton , to whose care and excellent action , I am equally oblig'd , that the connexion of the story was not lost ; but on the other side , it was impossible to prevent some part of the action from being precipitated , and coming on without that due preparation , which is requir'd to all great events : as in particular , that of raising the Mobile , in the beginning of the Fourth Act ; which a Man of Benducar's cool Character , cou'd not naturally attempt , without taking all those precautions , which he foresaw wou'd be necessary to render his design successful . On this consideration , I have replac'd those lines , through the whole Poem ; and thereby restor'd it , to that clearness of conception , and ( if I may dare to say it ) that lustre , and masculine vigour , in which it was first written . 'T is obvious to every understanding Reader , that the most poetical parts , which are Descriptions , Images , Similitudes , and Moral Sentences ; are those , which of necessity were to be par'd away , when the body was swoln into too large a bulk for the representation of the Stage . But there is a vast difference betwixt a publick entertainment on the Theatre , and a private reading in the Closet : In the first we are confin'd to time , and though we talk not by the hour-glass , yet the Watch often drawn out of the pocket , warns the Actors , that their Audience is weary ; in the last , every Reader is judge of his own convenience ; he can take up the book , and lay it down at his pleasure ; and find out those beauties of propriety , in thought and writing , which escap'd him in the tumult and hurry of representing . And I dare boldly promise for this Play , that in the roughness of the numbers and cadences , ( which I assure was not casual , but so design'd ) you will see somewhat more masterly arising to your view , than in most , if not any of my former Tragedies . There is a more noble daring in the Figures and more suitable to the lostiness of the Subject ; and besides this some newnesses of English , translated from the Beauties of Modern Tongues , as well as from the elegancies of the Latin ; and here and there some old words are sprinkled , which for their significance and sound , deserv'd not to be antiquated ; such as we often find in Salust amongst the Roman Authors , and in Milton's Paradise amongst ours ; though perhaps the latter instead of sprinkling , has dealt them with too free a hand , even sometimes to the obscuring of his sense .

As for the story or plot of the Tragedy , 't is purely fiction ; for I take it up where the History has laid it down . We are assur'd by all Writers of those times , that Sebastian a young Prince of great courage and expectation , undertook that War partly upon a religious account , partly at the sollicitation of Muley-Mahumet , who had been driven out of his Dominions , by Abdelmelech , or as others call him Muley-Moluch his nigh Kinsman , who descended from the same Family of the Xeriff's ; whose Fathers Hamet and Mahomet had conquer'd that Empire with joint Forces ; and shar'd it betwixt them after their victory : That the body of Don Sebastian was never found in the Field of Battel ; which gave occasion for many to believe , that he was not slain ; that some years after , when the Spaniards with a pretended title , by force of Arms had Vsurp'd the Crown of Portugal , from the House of Braganza , a certain Person who call'd himself Don Sebastian , and had all the marks of his body and features of his face , appear'd at Venice , where he was own'd by some of his Country-men ; but being seiz'd by the Spaniards was first Imprison'd , then sent to the Gallies , and at last put to Death in private . 'T is most certain , that the Portugueses expected his return for almost an Age together after that Battel ; which is at least a proof of their extream love to his Memory ; and the usage which they had from their new Conquerors , might possibly make them so extravagant in their hopes and wishes for their old Master .

This ground work the History afforded me , and I desire no better to build a Play upon it : For where the event of a great action is left doubtful , there the Poet is left Master : He may raise what he pleases on that foundation , provided he makes it of a piece , and according to the rule of probability . From hence I was only oblig'd , that Sebastian shou'd return to Portugal no more ; but at the same time I had him at my own disposal , whether to bestow him in Affrick , or in any other corner of the World , or to have elos'd the Tragedy with his death ; and the last of these was certainly the most easie , but for the same reason , the least artful ; because as I have somewhere said , the poyson and the dagger are still at hand , to butcher a Heroe , when a Poet wants the brains to save him . It being therefore only necessary according to the Laws of the Drama , that Sebastian shou'd no more be seen vpon the Throne , I leave it for the World to judge , whether or no I have disposed of him according to art , or have bungled up the conclusion of his adventure . In the drawing of his character I forgot not piety , which any one may observe to be one principal ingredient of it ; even so far as to be a habit in him ; though I show him once to be transported from it by the violence of a sudden passion , to endeavor a self murther . This being presuppos'd , that he was Religious , the horror of his incest , tho innocently committed , was the best reason which the Stage cou'd give for hind'ring his return . 'T is true I have no right to blast his Memory , with such a crime : but declaring it to be fiction , I desire my Audience to think it no longer true , than while they are seeing it represented : For that once ended , he may be a Saint for ought I know ; and we have reason to presume he is . On this supposition , it was unreasonable to have kill'd him ; for the Learned Mr. Rymer has well observ'd , that in all punishments we are to regulate our selves by Poetical justice ; and according to those measures an involuntary sin deserves not death ; from whence it follows , that to divorce himself from the beloved object , to retire into a desart , and deprive himself of a Throne , was the utmost punishment , which a Poet cou'd inflict , as it was also the utmost reparation , which Sebastian cou'd make . For what relates to Almeyda , her part is wholly fictitious : I know it is the surname of a noble Family in Portugal , which was very instrumental in the Restoration of Don John de Braganza , Father to the most Illustrious and most Pious Princess our Queen Dowager . The French Author of a Novel , call'd Don Sebastian , has given that name to an Affrican Lady of his own invention , and makes her Sister to Muley-Mahumet . But I have wholly chang'd the accidents , and borrow'd nothing but the supposition , that she was belov'd by the King of Portugal . Tho , if I had taken the whole story , and wrought it up into a Play , I might have done it exactly according to the practice of almost all the Ancients ; who were never accus'd of being Plagiaries , for building their Tragedies on known Fables . Thus Augustus Caesar wrote an Ajax , which was not the less his own , because Euripides had written a Play before him on that Subject . Thus of late years Corneille writ an Oedipus after Sophocles ; and I have design'd one after him , which I wrote with Mr. Lee , yet neither the French Poet stole from the Greek , nor we from the French man. 'T is the contrivance , the new turn , and new characters , which alter the property and make it ours . The Materia Poetica is as common to all Writers , as the Materia Medica to all Physicians . Thus in our Chronicles , Daniels History is still his own , though Matthew Paris , Stow and Hollingshed writ before him , otherwise we must have been content with their dull relations , if a better Pen had not been allow'd to come after them , and write his own account after a new and better manner .

I must farther declare freely , that I have not exactly kept to the three Mechanick rules of unity : I knew them and had them in my eye , but follow'd them only at a distance ; for the Genius of the English cannot bear too regular a Play ; we are given to variety , even to a debauchery of Pleasure . My Scenes are therefore sometimes broken , because my Vnder-plot requir'd them so to be ; though the General Scene remains of the same Castle , and I have taken the time of two days , because the variety of accidents , which are here represented , cou'd not naturally be suppos'd to arrive in one : But to gain a greater Beauty , 't is lawful for a Poet to supersede a less .

I must likewise own , that I have somewhat deviated from the known History , in the death of Muley-Moluch , who , by all relations dyed of a feaver in the Battel , before his Army had wholly won the Field ; but if I have allow'd him another day of life , it was because I stood in need of so shining a Character of brutality , as I have given him ; which is indeed the same , with that of the present Emperor Muley Ishmael , as some of our English Officers , who have been in his Court , have credibly inform'd me .

I have been listning what objections had been made , against the conduct of the Play , but found them all so trivial , that if I shou'd name them , a true critick wou'd imagin that I play'd booty , and only rais'd up fantoms for my self to conquer . Some are pleas'd to say the Writing is dull ; but aetatem habet de se loquatur . Others that the double poyson is unnatural ; let the common received opinion , and Ausonius his famous Epigram answer that . Lastly a more ignorant sort of Creatures than either of the former , maintain that the Character of Dorax , is not only unnatural , but inconsistent with it self ; let them read the Play and think again , and if yet they are not satisfied , cast their eyes on that Chapter of the Wise Montaigne , which is intituled de l' Inconstance des actions humaines . A longer reply , is what those Cavillers deserve not ; but I will give them and their fellows to understand , that the Earl of Dorset , was pleas'd to read the Tragedy twice over before it was Acted ; and did me the favour to send me word , that I had written beyond any of my former Plays ; and that he was displeas'd any thing shou'd be cut away . If I have not reason to prefer his single judgment to a whole Faction , let the World be judge ; for the opposition is the same with that of Lucan's Heroe against an Army ; concurrere bellum , atque virum . I think I may modestly conclude , that whatever errors there may be , either in the design , or writing of this Play , they are not those which have been objected to it . I think also , that I am not yet arriv'd to the Age of doating ; and that I have given so much application to this Poem , that I cou'd not probably let it run into many gross absurdities ; which may caution my Enemies from too rash a censure ; and may also encourage my friends , who are many more than I cou'd reasonably have expected , to believe their kindness has not been very undeservedly bestowed on me . This is not a Play that was huddled up in hast ; and to shew it was not , I will own , that beside the general Moral of it , which is given in the four last lines , there is also another Moral , couch'd under every one of the principal Parts and Characters , which a judicious Critick will observe , though I point not to it in this Preface . And there may be also some secret Beauties in the decorum of parts , and uniformity of design , which my puny judges will not easily find out ; let them consider in the last Scene of the fourth Act , whether I have not preserv'd the rule of decency , in giving all the advantage to the Royal Character ; and in making Dorax first submit : Perhaps too they may have thought , that it was through indigence of Characters , that I have given the same to Sebastian and Almeyda ; and consequently made them alike in all things but their Sex. But let them look a little deeper into the matter , and they will find that this identity of Character in the greatness of their Souls ; was intended for a preparation of the final discovery , and that the likeness of their nature , was a fair hint to the proximity of their blood .

To avoid the imputation of too much vanity ( for all Writers , and especially Poets will have some ) I will give but one other instance , in relation to the Vniformity of the design . I have observ'd that the English will not bear a thorough Tragedy ; but are pleas'd , that it shou'd be lightned with underparts of mirth . It had been easie for me to have given my Audience a better course of Comedy , I mean a more diverting , than that of Antonio and Morayma . But I dare appeal even to my Enemies , if I or any man cou'd have invented one , which had been more of a piece , and more depending , on the serious part of the design . For what cou'd be more uniform , than to draw from out of the members of a Captive Court , the Subject of a Comical entertainment ? To prepare this Episode , you see Dorax giving the Character of Antonio , in the beginning of the Play , upon his first sight of him at the Lottery ; and to make the dependence , Antonio is ingag'd in the Fourth Act , for the deliverance of Almeyda ; which is also prepar'd , by his being first made a Slave to the Captain of the Rabble .

I shou'd beg pardon for these instances ; but perhaps they may be of use to future Poets , in the conduct of their Plays : At least if I appear too positive ; I am growing old , and thereby , in possession of some experience , which men in years will always assume for a right of talking . Certainly , if a Man can ever have reason to set a value on himself , 't is when his ungenerous Enemies are taking the advantage of the Times upon him , to ruin him in his reputation . And therefore for once , I will make bold to take the Counsel of my Old Master Virgil.

Tu , ne cede malis ; sed , contrà , audentior ito .
PROLOGUE TO DON SEBASTIAN King of Portugal . Spoken by a Woman . THE Judge remov'd , tho he 's no more My Lord , May plead at Bar , or at the Council-Board : So may cast Poets write ; there 's no Pretension , To argue loss of Wit from loss of Pension . Your looks are cheerful ; and in all this place I see not one , that wears a damning face . The British Nation , is too brave to show , Ignoble vengeance , on a vanquish'd foe , At least be civil to the Wretch imploring ; And lay your Paws upon him , without roaring : Suppose our Poet was your foe before ; Yet now , the bus'ness of the Field is o'er ; 'T is time to let your Civil Wars alone , When Troops are into Winter-quarters gone . Jove was alike to Latian and to Phrygian ; And you well know , a Play 's of no Religion . Take good advice , and please your selves this day ; No matter from what hands you have the Play. Among good Fellows ev'ry health will pass , That serves to carry round another glass : When , with full bowls of Burgundy you dine , Tho at the Mighty Monarch you repine , You grant him still most Christian , in his Wine . Thus far the Poet , but his brains grow Addle ; And all the rest is purely from this Noddle . You 've seen young Ladies at the Senate door , Prefer Petitions , and your grace implore ; How ever grave the Legislators were . Their Cause went ne'er the worse for being fair , Reasons as weak as theirs , perhaps I bring ; But I cou'd bribe you , with as good a thing . I heard him make advances of good Nature ; That he for once , wou'd sheath his cutting Satyr : Sign but his Peace , he vows he 'll ne'er again The sacred Names of Fops and Beaús profane . Strike up the Bargain quickly ; for I swear , As Times go now , he offers very fair . Be not too hard on him , with Statutes neither , Be kind ; and do not set your Teeth together , To stretch the Laws , as Coblers do their Leather . Horses , by Papists are not to be ridden ; But sure the Muses Horse was ne'er forbidden . For in no Rate-Book , it was ever found That Pegasus was valued at Five-pound : Fine him to daily Drudging and Inditing ; And let him pay his Taxes out , in Writing .
Don Sebastian , King of Portugal .
ACT I. SCENE I. The Scene at Alcazar , representing a Market-Place under the Castle . Muley-Zeydan , Benducar . Muly-Zeyd . NOW Affrica's long Wars are at an end ; And our parch'd earth is drench'd in Christian Blood , My conquering Brother will have Slaves enow , To pay his cruel Vows for Victory . What hear you of Sebastian , King of Portugal ? Benducar . He fell among a heap of slaughter'd Moors ; Though yet his mangled Carcase is not found . The Rival of our threatned Empire , Mahumet , Was hot pursued ; and in the general rout , Mistook a swelling Current for a Foord ; And in Mucazer's Flood was seen to rise ; Thrice was he seen ; at length his Courser plung'd , And threw him off ; the Waves whelm'd over him , And helpless in his heavy arms he drownd . Mul. Zeyd . Thus , then , a doubtful Title is extinguish'd : Thus , Moluch , still the Favorite of Fate , Swims in a sanguine torrent to the Throne . As if our Prophet only work'd for him : The Heavens and all the Stars are his hir'd Servants . As Muley-Zeydan were not worth their care , And younger Brothers but the draft of Nature . Bend. Be still , and learn the soothing Arts of Court ; Adore his fortune , mix with flattering Crowds , And when they praise him most , be you the loudest ; Your Brother is luxurious , close , and cruel ▪ Generous by fits , but permanent in mischief . The shadow of a discontent wou'd ruin us ; We must be safe before we can be great : These things observ'd , leave me to shape the rest . Mul. Zeyd .

You have the Key , he opens inward to you .

Bend. So often try'd , and ever found so true , Has given me trust , and trust has given me means Once to be false for all . I trust not him ▪ For now his ends are serv'd , and he grown absolute , How am I sure to stand who serv'd those ends ? I know your nature open , mild , and grateful ; In such a Prince the People may be blest , And I be safe . Mul. Zeyd .

My Father ! Embracing him .

Bend. My future King ! ( auspicious Maley-Zeydan : ) Shall I adore you ? No , the place is publick ; I worship you within ; the outward act Shall be reserv'd till Nations follow me , And Heaven shall envy you the kneeling World. You know th' Alcald of Alcazar , Dorax ? Mul. Zeyd .

The gallant Renegade you mean ?

Bend. The same : That gloomy outside , like a rusty Chest , Contains the shining Treasure of a Soul , Resolv'd and brave ; he has the Souldiers hearts , And time shall make him ours . Mul.

He 's just upon us .

Bend. I know him from a far , By the long stride and by the sullen port : Retire my Lord. Wait on your Brothers Triumph , yours is next , His growth is but a wild and fruitless Plant , I 'll cut his barren branches to the stock , And graft you on to bear . Mul. Zeyd .

My Oracle ! Exit Muley-Zeyd .

Bend. Yes , to delude your hopes , poor credulous Fool , To think that I wou'd give away the Fruit Of so much toil , such guilt , and such damnation ; If I am damn'd , it shall be for my self : This easie Fool must be my Stale , set up To catch the Peoples eyes ; he 's tame and merciful , Him I can manage , till I make him odious By some unpopular act , and then dethrone him . Enter Dorax . Now Dorax ! Dorax ,

Well Bemboucar !

Bend.

Bare Bemboucar !

Dor. Thou wouldst have Titles , take 'em then , Chief Minister , First Hangman of the State. Bend.

Some call me Favourite .

Dorax , What 's that , his Minion ? Thou art too old to be a Catamite ! Now prithee tell me , and abate thy pride , Is not Benducar Bare , a better Name In a Friend's mouth , than all those gawdy Titles , Which I disdain to give the Man I love ? Bend. But always out of humor , — Dorax , I have cause : Tho all mankind is cause enough for Satyr . Bend. Why then thou hast reveng'd thee on mankind , They say in fight , thou hadst a thirsty Sword , And well 't was glutted there . Dorax , I spitted Frogs , I crush'd a heap of Emmets , A hundred of 'em to a single Soul , And that but scanty weight too : the great Devil Scarce thank'd me for my pains , he swallows Vulgar Like whip'd Cream , feels 'em not in going down . Bend. Brave Renegade ! cou'dst thou not meet Sebastian ? Thy Master had been worthy of thy Sword. Dorax , My Master ? By what title , Because I happen'd to be born where he Happen'd to be a King ? And yet I serv'd him , Nay , I was fool enough to love him too . You know my story , how I was rewarded , For Fifteen hard Campaigns , still hoop'd in Iron , And why I turn'd Mahometan : I 'm grateful , But whosoever dares to injure me , Let that man know , I dare to be reveng'd . Bend. Still you run off from biass ; say what moves Your present spleen ? Dorax , You mark'd not what I told you : I kill'd not one that was his Makers Image ; I met with none but vulgar two-leg'd Brutes . Sebastian was my aim ; he was a Man : Nay , though he hated me , and I hate him , Yet I must do him right ; he was a Man , Above man's height , ev'n towring to Divinity . Brave , pious , generous , great , and liberal : Just as the Scales of Heaven that weigh the Seasons , He lov'd his People , him they idoliz'd : And thence proceeds my mortal hatred to him , That thus unblameable to all besides He err'd to me alone : His goodness was diffus'd to human kind . And all his cruelty confin'd to me . Bend.

You cou'd not meet him then ?

Dorax , No , though I sought Where ranks fell thickest ; 't was indeed the place To seek Sebastian : through a track of Death I follow'd him , by Groans of dying Foes , But st●ll I came too late , for he was flown Like Ligtning , swift before me to new Slaughters , I mow'd across , and made irregular Harvest , Defac'd the pomp of Battel , but in vain , For he was still supplying Death elsewhere : This mads me that perhaps ignoble hands Have overlaid him , for they cou'd not conquer : Murder'd by Multitudes , whom I alone Had right to slay ; I too wou'd have been slain , That catching hold upon his flitting Ghost I might have robb'd him of his opening Heav'n ; And drag'd him down with me , spight of Predestination . Bend. 'T is of as much import as Affric's worth To know what came of him , and of Almeyda The Sister of the Vanquish'd Mahumet , Whose fatal Beauty to her Brother drew The Lands third part , as Lucifer did Heav'ns . Dor. I hope she dy'd in her own Female calling , Choak'd up with Man , and gorg'd with Circumcision . As for Sebastian we must search the Field , And where we see a Mountain of the Slain , Send one to climb , and looking down below There he shall find him at his Manly length With his face up to Heav'n , in the red Monument , Which his true Sword has digg'd . Bend. Yet we may possibly hear farther news ; For while our Affricans pursu'd the Chase , The Captain of the Rabble issued out , With a black shirt-less train to spoil the dead , And seize the living . Dor. Each of 'em an Hoast , A Million strong of Vermine ev'ry Villain : No part of Government , but Lords of Anarchy , Chaos of Power , and priviledg'd destruction . Bend. Yet I must tell you Friend the Great must use 'em , Sometimes as necessary tools of tumult . Dor. I wou'd use 'em Like Dogs in times of Plague , out-laws of Nature , Fit to be shot and brain'd ; without a process , To stop infection , that 's their proper death . Bend. No more , Behold the Emperor coming to survey The Slaves in order to perform his Vow . Enter Muley-Moluch the Emperor , with Attendants . The Mufty , and Muley Zeydan . Moluch . Our Armours now may rust , our idle scymitars Hang by our sides , for Ornament not use : Children shall beat our Atabals and Drums , And all the noisie trades of War , no more Shall wake the peaceful morn : the Xeriff's blood No longer in divided Channels runs , The younger House took end in Mahumet . Nor shall Sebastian's formidable Name , Be longer us'd to lull the crying babe ! Mufty . For this Victorious day our Mighty Prophet Expects your gratitude , the Sacrifice Of Christian Slaves , devoted , if you won . Mol. The purple present shall be richly paid : That Vow perform'd , fasting shall be abolish'd : None ever serv'd Heav'n well with a starv'd face : Preach Abstinence no more ; I tell thee Mufty Good feasting is devout : and thou our Head , Hast a Religious , ruddy Countenance : We will have learned Luxury : our lean Faith Gives scandal to the Christians ; they feed high ; Then look for shoals of Converts , when thou hast Reform'd us into feasting . Muf. Fasting is but the Letter of the Law : Yet it shows well to Preach it to the Vulgar . Wine is against our Law , that 's literal too , But not deny'd to Kings and to their Guides , Wine is a Holy Liquor , for the Great . Dorax aside . This Mufti in my conscience is some English Renegade , he talks so savourly of toping . Mol.

Bring forth th' unhappy Relicks of the War.

Enter Mustapha Captain of the Rabble with his followers of the Black Guard , &c. and other Moors : with them a Company of Portuguese Slaves without any of the chief Persons . M. Mol. These are not fit to pay an Emperors Vow ; Our Bulls and Rams had been more noble Victims ; These are but garbidge not a Sacrifice . Muf. The Prophet must not pick and choose his Offrings ; Now he has giv'n the Day , 't is past recalling : And he must be content with such as these . M. Mol.

But are these all ? Speak you who are their Masters .

Musta .

All upon my Honour : If you 'll take 'em as their Fathers got 'em , so . If not , you must stay till they get a better generation : These Christians are mere bunglers ; they procreate nothing but out of their own Wives ; And these have all the looks of Eldest Sons .

M. Mol.

Pain of your lives let none conceal a Slave .

Must .

Let every Man look to his own Conscience , I am sure mine shall never hang me .

Bend. Thou speak'st as thou wert privy to concealments : Then thou art an Accomplice . Must .

Nay if Accomplices must suffer , it may go hard with me ; but here 's the Devil on 't , there 's a Great Man and a Holy Man too , concern'd with me . Now if I confess , he 'll be sure to scape between his Greatness and his Holiness , and I shall be murder'd , because of my Poverty and Rascality .

Musti winking at him . Then if thy silence-save the Great and Holy , 'T is sure thou shalt go straight to Paradise Must .

'T is a fine place they say ; but Doctor I am not worthy on 't : I am contented with this homely World , 't is good enough for such a poor rascally Musulman as I am : Besides I have learnt so much good manners , Doctor , as to let my Betters be serv'd before me .

M. Mol. Thou talk'st as if the Mufty were concern'd : Must .

Your Majesty may lay your Soul on 't : but for my part , though I am a plain Fellow , yet I scorn to be trick'd into Paradice , I wou'd he shou'd know it . The troth on 't is an 't like you , His reverence bought of me the flower of all the Market ; these — these are but Dogs meat to 'em , and a round price he pay'd me too I 'll say that for him ; but not enough for me to venture my neck for : If I get Paradice when my time comes I can't help my self ; but I 'll venture nothing before-hand , upon a blind Bargain .

M. Mol.

Where are those Slaves ? produce ' em .

Mus .

They are not what he says .

M. Mol. No more excuses . One goes out to fetch them . Know thou may'st better dally With a dead Prophet , than a living King. Mus . I but reserv'd 'em to present thy Greatness An Off'ring worthy thee . Must .

By the same token there was a dainty Virgin , ( Virgin said I ! but I won't be too positive of that neither ) with a roguish leering eye ! he paid me down for her upon the nail a thousand golden Sultanins ; or he had never had her I can tell him that : Now is it very likely he would pay so dear for such a delicious Morsel , and give it away out of his own mouth ; when it had such a farewel with it too ?

Enter Sebastian conducted in mean habit , with Alvarez , Antonio , and Almeyda : her face veil'd with a Barnus . M. Mol. Ay ; These look like the Workmanship of Heav'n : This is the porcelain clay of human kind , And therefore cast into these noble moulds . Dorax aside while the Emperor whispers Benducar . By all my wrongs 'T is he ; damnation seize me but 't is he ▪ My heart heaves up and swells ; he 's poyson to me ; My injur'd honour , and my ravish'd love , Bleed at their Murderers sight . Bend to Dor. aside . The Emperor wou'd learn these Pris'ners names ; You know ' em . Dor. Tell him , no. And trouble me no more . — I will not know ' em . Shall I trust Heav'n , that Heav'n which I renounc'd , Aside . With my revenge ? then , where 's my satisfaction ? No , it must be my own ; I scorn a Proxy . M. Mol. 'T is decreed , These of a better aspect , with the rest Shall share one common Doom , and Lots decide it . For ev'ry number'd Captive put a ball Into an Urn ; three only black be there , The rest , all white , are safe . Muf.

Hold Sir , the Woman must not draw .

M. Mol. O Mufti . We know your reason , let her share the danger . Muf. Our Law says plainly Women have no Souls : M. Mol. 'T is true ; their Souls are mortal , set her by : Yet were Almeyda here , though Fame reports her The fairest of her Sex , so much unseen , I hate the Sister of our Rival House , Ten thousand such dry Notions of our Alcoran Shou'd not protect her life ; if not Immortal : Dye as she cou'd , all of a piece , the better , That none of her remain . Here an Vrn is brought in : the Pris'ners approach with great concernment ; and among the rest Sebastian , Alvarez and Antonio ; who come more chearfully . Dor. Poor abject Creatures how they fear to dye ! Aside . These never knew one happy hour in life , Yet shake to lay it down : is load so pleasant ? Or has Heav'n hid the happiness of Death That Men may bear to live ? — Now for our Heroes . The three approach . O , these come up with Spirits more resolv'd ! Old venerable Alvarez , well I know him , The Fav'rite once of this Sebastian's Father ; Now Minister ; ( too honest for his Trade ) Religion bears him out , a thing taught young , In Age ill practis'd , yet his prop in Death . O , he has drawn a black ; and smiles upon 't , As who shou'd say my Faith and Soul are white Tho my Lot swarthy : Now if there be hereafter He 's blest ; if not , well cheated , and dyes pleas'd . Anton. holding his Lot in his clench'd hand . Here I have thee , Be what thou wilt : I will not look too soon . Thou hast a colour ; if thou prov'st not right . I have a minute good ere I behold thee . Now , Let me rowl , and grubble thee , Blind Men say white feels smooth , and black feels rough ; Thou hast a rugged skin ; I do not like thee . Dor. There 's th' Amorous airy spark , Antonio ; The wittiest Womans toy in Portugal . Lord what a loss of Treats and Serenades ! The whole She Nation will b' in mourning for him . Antonio . I 've a moist sweaty palm ; the more 's my Sin ; If it be black , yet only dy'd , not odious Damn'd Natural Ebony , there 's hope in rubbing To wash this Ethiope white . — ( Looks ) Pox of the Proverb ! As black as Hell : another lucky saying ! I think the Devils in me : — good again , I cannot speak one syllable , but tends To Death or to Damnation . Holds up his ball . Dor. He looks uneasie at his future Journey : Aside . And wishes his Boots off again ; for fear Of a bad Road , and a worse Inn at night . Go to bed fool , and take secure repose For thou shalt wake no more . ( Sebastian comes up to draw . ) M. Mol. to Ben. Mark him who now approaches to the Lott'ry , He looks secure of Death , superior greatness , Like Jove when he made Fate , and said thou art The Slave of my Creation ; I admire him . Bend. He looks as Man was made , with face erect , That scorns his brittle Corps , and seems asham'd He 's not all spirit , his eyes with a dumb Pride , Accusing Fortune that he fell not warm : Yet now disdains to live . ( Sebast . draws a black . ) M. Mol. He has his wish ; And I have fail'd of mine ! Dor. Robb'd of my Vengeance , by a trivial chance ! Aside . Fine work above , that their anointed care Shou'd dye such little Death : or did his Genius Know mine the stronger Demon , fear'd the grapple , And looking round him , found this nook of fate To skulk behind my Sword ; shall I discover him ? Still he wou'd dye not mine : no thanks to my Revenge : reserv'd but to more royal shambles . 'T were base too ; and below those Vulgar Souls , That shar'd his danger , yet not one disclos'd him : But struck with Rev'rence kept an awful silence . I 'll see no more of this : Dog of a Prophet ! Exit Dorax . Mul. Mol. One of these Three is a whole Hecatomb ; And therefore only one of 'em shall dye . The Rest are but mute Cattle ; and when Death Comes , like a rushing Lion , couch like Spaniels , With lolling tongues , and tremble at the paw , Let Lots again decide it . ( The Three draw again : and the Lot falls on Sebastian . ) Sebast . Then there 's no more to manage ! if I fall It shall be like my self ; a setting Sun Shou'd leave a track of Glory in the Skies . Behold Sebastian King of Portugal . M. Mol. Sebastian ! ha ! it must be he ; no other Cou'd represent such suff'ring Majesty : I saw him , as he terms himself , a Sun Strugling in dark Eclipse , and shooting day On either side of the black Orb that veil'd him . Sebast . Not less ev'n in this despicable now , Than when my Name fill'd Affrick with affrights , And froze your hearts beneath your torrid Zone . Bend. to M. Mol. Extravagantly brave ! ev'n to an Impudence Of Greatness . Sebast . Here satiate all your fury ; Let fortune empty her whole Quiver on me , I have a Soul , that like an ample Shield Can take in all ; and verge enough for more . I wou'd have conquer'd you ; and ventur'd only A narrow neck of Land for a third World ; To give my loosen'd Subjects room to play . Fate was not mine , Nor am I Fate 's : Now I have pleas'd my longing , And trod the ground which I beheld from far , I beg no pity for this mouldring Clay : For if you give it burial there it takes Possession of your Earth : If burnt and scatter'd in the air : the Winds That strow my dust , diffuse my royalty , And spread me o'er your Clime : for where one Atome Of mine shall light ; know there Sebastian Reigns . M. Mol.

What shall I do to conquer thee ?

Seb. Impossible ! Souls know no Conquerors . M. Mol.

I 'll show thee for a Monster through my Affrick .

Seb. No thou canst only show me for a Man : Affrick is stor'd with Monsters ; Man 's a Prodigy , Thy Subjects have not seen . Mul. M. Thou talk'st as if Still at the head of Battel . Seb. Thou mistak'st , For then I would not talk . Bend.

Sure he wou'd sleep .

Sebast . Till Dooms-day ; when the Trumpet sounds to rise ; For that 's a Soldiers call , M. Mol. Thou' rt brave too late : Thou shou'dst have dy'd in battel , like a Soldier , Seb. I fought and fell like one , but Death deceiv'd me , I wanted weight of feeble Moors upon me , To crush my Soul out . M. Mol. Still untameable ! In what a ruine has thy head-strong Pride , And boundless thirst of Empire plung'd thy People . Sebast .

What say'st thou , ha ! No more of that .

M. Mol. Behold , What Carcases of thine thy Crimes has strew'd , And left our Affric Vultures to devour . Bend. Those Souls were those thy God intrusted with thee , To cherish not destroy . Sebast . Witness , O Heaven , how much This sight concerns me ! Wou'd I had a Soul For each of these : How gladly wou'd I pay The Ransom down : But since I have but one , 'T is a King's life , and freely 't is bestow'd . Not your false Prophet , but eternal Justice Has destin'd me the Lot , to dye for these : 'T is fit a Sovereign so shou'd pay such Subjects ; For Subjects such as they are seldom seen , Who not forsook me at my greatest need ; Nor for base lucre sold their Loyalty , But shar'd my dangers to the last event , And fenc'd 'em with their own : These thanks I pay you : Wipes his Eyes . And know , that when Sebastian weeps , his Tears Come harder than his Blood. M. Mol. They plead too strongly To be withstood : My Clouds are gath'ring too , In kindly mixture with this Royal showr : Be safe , and owe thy Life , not to my gift , But to the greatness of thy mind , Sebastian : Thy Subjects too shall live ; a due reward For their untainted Faith , in thy concealment . Mufti ,

Remember , Sir , your Vow . A general shout .

Mul. M. Do thou remember Thy Function , Mercy , and provoke not blood . Mul. Zeyd .

One of his generous Fits , too strong to last .

Aside to Benducar . Bend. The Mufti reddons , mark that holy Cheek . To him . He frets within , froths Treason at his mouth , And churns it through his teeth ; leave me to work him . Sebast . A mercy unexpected , undesir'd , Surprizes more : You 've learnt the art to vanquish : You cou'd not ( give me leave to tell you Sir ) Have giv'n me life but in my Subjects safety : Kings , who are Fathers , live but in their People . M. Mol. Still great , and grateful , that 's thy character . Unveil the Woman ; I wou'd view the Face That warm'd our Mufti 's Zeal : These pious Parrots peck the fairest Fruit : Such Tasters are for Kings . Officers go to Almeyda to unveil her . Almeyda ,

Stand off ye Slaves , I will not be unveil'd .

M. Mol.

Slave is thy Title : Force her .

Seb. On your lives , Approach her not . M. Mol.

How 's this !

Seb. Sir pardon me , And hear me speak . — Almeyda , Hear me ; I will be heard : I am no Slave ; the noblest blood of Affric Runs in my Veins ; a purer stream than thine ; For , though deriv'd from the same Source , thy Current Is puddl'd , and defil'd with Tyranny . M. Mol.

What Female Fury have we here !

Almeyda , I shou'd be one , Because of kin to thee : Wou'dst thou be touch'd By the presuming hands of sawcy Grooms ? The same respect , nay more , is due to me : More for my Sex ; the same for my descent . These hands are only fit to draw the Curtain . Now , if thou dar'st behold Almeydas face . Vnveils her self . Bend.

Wou'd I had never seen it ! aside .

Almeyda , She whom thy Mufti tax'd to have no Soul ; Let Affric now be judg ; Perhaps thou think'st I meanly hope to ' scape . As did Sebastian when he own'd his greatness . But to remove that scruple know , base Man , My murther'd Father , and my Brother's Ghost Still haunt this Brest , and prompt it to revenge . Think not I cou'd forgive nor dare thou pardon . M. Mol.

Woud'st thou revenge thee , Trait'ress , hadst thou pow'r ?

Alm. Traitor , I wou'd ; the Name 's more justly thine : Thy Father was not more than mine , the Heir Of this large Empire ; but with arms united They fought their way , and seiz'd the Crown by force : And equal as their danger was their share : For where was Eldership , where none had right , But that which Conquest gave ? 'T was thy ambition Pull'd from my peaceful Father what his Sword Help'd thine to gain : Surpriz'd him and his Kingdom , No provocation given , no War declar'd . M. Mol.

I 'll hear no more .

Alm. This is the living Coal that burning in me Wou'd flame to vengeance , cou'd it find a vent . My Brother too , that lies yet scarcely cold In his deep watry bed : My wandring Mother , Who in exile died . O that I had the fruitful Heads of Hydra , That one might bourgeon where another sell ! Still wou'd I give thee work ; still , still , thou Tyrant , And hiss thee with the last . M. Mol. Something , I know not what , comes over me : Whether the Toyls of Battel , unrepaird With due repose , or other sudden qualm . Benducar do the rest . Goes off , the Court follows him . Bend. Strange ; in full health ! This pang is of the Soul ; The Body 's unconcern'd : I 'll think hereafter . Conduct these Royal Captives to the Castle ; Bid Dorax use 'em well , till farther order . Going off , stops . The inferior Captives their first owners take , To sell , or to dispose . — You , Mustapha , Set ope the Market for the sale of Slaves Exit Benducar . The Masters and Slaves come forward , and Buyers of several Qualities come in and chaffer about the several Owners , who make their Slaves do Tricks . Mustapha ,

My Chattels are come into my hands again , and my Conscience will serve me to sell 'em twice over ; any price now , before the Musti comes to claim ' em .

First Merchant to Mustapha . What do'st hold that old Fellow at ? Pointing to Alvarez . He 's tough , and has no service in his limbs . Must .

I confess he 's somewhat tough ; but I suppose you wou'd not boyl him . I ask for him a thousand Crowns .

1 st . Mer.

Thou mean'st a thousand Marvedi's .

Must .

Prithee Friend , give me leave to know my own meaning .

1 st . Mer.

What virtues has he to deserve that price ?

Must .

Marry come up Sir ! Virtues quoth ah ! I took him in the King's Company ; he 's of a great Family , and rich , What other Virtues wou'dst thou have in a Noble-man ?

1 st . Mer.

I buy him with another man's Purse , that 's my comfort .

My Lord Dorax , the Governor , will have him at any rate : —

There 's Handsel .

Come , old Fellow , to the Castle .

Alvar. To what is miserable Age reserv'd ! Aside . But oh the King ! And oh the fatal Secret ! Which I have kept thus long , to time it better , And now I wou'd disclose , 't is past my pow'r . Exit with his Master . Must .

Something of a Secret , and of the King I heard him mutter : A Pimp I warrant him , for I am sure he is an old Courtier .

Now to put off t'other remnant of my Merchandize , — Stir up , Sirrah to Antonio . Anton.

Dog , what wou'dst thou have !

Must .

Learn better manners , or I shall serve you a Dog-trick ; come , down upon all four immediately ;

I 'll make you know your Rider .

Ant.

Thou wilt not make a Horse of me ?

Must . Horse or Ass , that 's as thy Mother made thee : — But take earnest in the first place for thy Sawcyness . Lashes him with his Whip .

Be advis'd Friend , and buckle to thy Geers : Behold my Ensign of Royalty display'd over thee .

Ant.

I hope one day to use thee worse in Portugal .

Must .

Ay , and good reason , Friend , if thou catchest me a conquering on thy side of the water , lay me on lustily , I 'll take it as kindly as thou dost this . —

Holds up his Whip . Antonio lying down .

Hold my dear Thrum-eap : I obey thee chearfully ,

I see the Doctrine of Non-Resistance is never practis'd thoroughly but when a Man can't help himself .

Enter a Second Merchant . 2 d. Merchant .

You , Friend , I wou'd see that Fellow do his Postures .

Mustapha bridling Antonio .

Now Sirrah follow , for you have rope enough :

To your paces Villain , amble , trot , and gallop : —

Quick , about there . — Yeap , the more Money 's bidden for you , the more your credit .

Antonio follows at the end of the Bridle on his hands and feet , and does all his Postures . 2 d. Merch.

He 's well chin'd , and has a tolerable good back ; that 's half in half . [ To Mustapha . ] I wou'd see him strip , has he no Diseases about him ?

Must .

He 's the best piece of Man's flesh in the Market , not an Eye-sore in his whole body : Feel his Legs , Master , neither Splint , Spavin , nor Wind gall . Claps him on the shoulder .

Merchant feeling about him , and then putting his hand to his side .

Out upon him , how , his flank heaves ! The Whorson's broken-winded .

Must .

Thick breath'd a little : Nothing but a sorry cold with lying out a nights in Trenches ; — but sound Wind and Limb , I warrant him .

Try him at a loose trot a little .

Puts the Bridle into his hand , he strokes him . Anton.

For Heaven's sake Owner spare me ; you know I am but new broken .

2 d. Merch.

'T is but a washy Jade , I see : What do you ask for this Bauble ?

Must .

Bauble do you call him ; he 's a substantial true-bred Beast ; bravely forehanded ; mark but the cleanness of his shapes too ; his Dam may be a Spanish Gennet , but a true Barb by the Sire , or I have no skill in Horse-flesh . —

Marry I ask Six Hundred Xeriffs for him .

Enter Mufti . Mufti ,

What 's that you are asking , Sirrah ?

Must .

Marry , I ask your Reverence Six Hundred Pardons ; I was doing you a small piece of service here , putting off your Chattel for you .

Mufti ,

And putting the Mony into your own Pocket .

Must .

Upon vulgar reputation , no my Lord , it was for your profit and emolument . What , wrong the Head of my Religion ? I was sensible you wou'd have damn'd me , or any man that shou'd have injur'd you in a single Farthing ; for I knew that was Sacrifice .

Mufti ,

Sacriledge you mean , Sirrah , — and damning shall be the least part of your punishment ; I have taken you in the manner , and will have the Law upon you .

Must .

Good my Lord , take pity upon a poor man in this World , and damn me in the next .

Mufti ,

No Sirrah , so you may repent , and scape punishment : Did not you sell this very Slave amongst the rest to me , and take Mony for him .

Must .

Right my Lord.

Mufti ,

And selling him again ? Take Mony twice for the same Commodity ? Oh , Villain !

But did you not know him to be my Slave , Sirrah ?

Must .

Why shou'd I lye to your Honor , I did know him ; and thereupon , seeing him wander about ; I took him up for a stray , and impounded him , with intention to restore him to the right Owner .

Mufti ,

And yet at the same time was selling him to another : How rarely the Story hangs together .

Must .

Patience , my Lord.

I took him up , as your Heriot , with intention to have made the best of him , and then have brought the whole product of him in a Purse to you ; for I know you wou'd have spent half of it upon your pious Pleasures , have hoarded up the other half , and given the remainder in Charities to the Poor .

Mufti ,

And what 's become of my other Slave ? Thou hast sold him too I have a villainous suspicion .

Must .

I know you have , my Lord ; but while I was managing this young robustous Fellow , that old Spark who was nothing but Skin and Bone , and by consequence , very nimble , slipt through my fingers like an Eel , for there was no hold fast of him , and ran away to buy himself a new Master .

Mufti to Antonio .

Follow me home , Sirrah : [ to Must . ] I shall remember you some other time . Exit Mufti with Antonio .

Must .

I never doubted your Lordships memory , for an ill turn : And I shall remember him too in the next rising of the Mobile , for this act of Resumption ; and more especially for the Ghostly Counsel he gave me before the Emperor , to have hang'd my self in silence , to have sav'd his Reverence . The best on 't is , I am beforehand with him , for selling one of his Slaves twice over . — And if he had not come just in the nick , I might have pocketed up t'other : For what should a poor Man do , that gets his living by hard labor , but pray for bad times when he may get it easily . O , for some incomparable Tumult ! Then shou'd I naturally wish , that the beaten Party might prevail , because we have plundered t'other side already , and there 's nothing more to get of ' em .

Both rich and poor for their own interest pray , 'T is ours to make our Fortunes while we may ; For Kingdoms are not conquer'd every day . Exit Mustaph .
ACT II.
Scene 1. Suppos'd to be a terrace Walk , on the side of the Castle of Alcazar . Emperor . Benducar . Emper.

AND thinkest thou not it was discovered ?

Bend. No : The thoughts of Kings are like religious Groves , The Walks of muffled Gods ▪ Sacred retreat , Where none but whom they please t' admit , approach . Emp. Did not my conscious Eyes flash out a Flame To lighten those brown horrors , and disclose The secret path I trod ? Bend. I cou'd not find it , 'till you lent a Clue To that close Labarynth ; how then shou'd they ? Emp. I wou'd be loth they shou'd : it breeds contempt For Herds to listen , or presume to pry , When the hurt Lion groans within his Den : But is 't not strange ? Bend. To love ? not more than 't is to live ; a Tax Impos'd on all by Nature , paid in kind , Familiar as our being . Emp. Still 't is strange To me : I know my Soul as wild as winds , That sweep the Desarts of our moving Plains ; Love might as well be sow'd upon our Sands , As in a brest so barren : To love an Enemy , the only One Remaining too , whom yester Sun beheld , Must'ring her charms , and rolling as she past , By every Squadron her alluring eyes : To edge her Champions Swords , and urge my ruin . The shouts of Soldiers , and the burst of Cannon , Maintain ev'n still a deaf and murm'ring noise ; Nor is Heav'n yet recover'd of the sound Her Battel rows'd ; Yet spight of me I love . Bend. What then controuls you ? Her Person is as prostrate as her Party . Emp. A thousand things controul this Conqueror , My native pride to own th' unworthy passion , Hazard of Int'rest , and my Peoples love : To what a Storm of Fate am I expos'd ! What if I had her murder'd ? 't is but what My Subjects all expect , and she deserves . Wou'd not th' impossibility Of ever , ever seeing , or possessing , Calm all this rage , this Hurrican of Soul ? Bend. That ever , ever , I mark'd the double , shows extream reluctance To part with her for ever . Emp. Right thou hast me , I wou'd , but cannot kill : I must enjoy her : I must , and what I must be sure I will. What 's Royalty but pow'r to please my self ? And if I dare not , then am I the Slave , And my own Slaves the Sovereigns , — 't is resolv'd , Weak Princes flatter when they want the pow'r To curb their People ; tender Plants must bend , But when a Government is grown to strength , Like some old Oak , rough with its armed Bark , It yields not to the tug , but only nods , And turns to sullen State. Bend. Then you resolve T' implore her pity , and to beg relief ? Emp. Death , must I beg the pity of my Slave ? Must a King beg ? Yes , Love 's a greater King ; A Tyrant , nay a Devil that possesses me : He tunes the Organs of my voice , and speaks Unknown to me within me ; pushes me , And drives me on by force . — Say I shou'd wed her , wou'd not my wise Subjects Take check , and think it strange ? perhaps revolt ? Bend.

I hope they wou'd not .

Emp.

Then thou doubt'st they wou'd ?

Bend.

To whom ?

Emp. To her Perhaps , or to my Brother , or to Thee . Bend. in disorder . To me ! me did you mention ? how I tremble ! The name of Treason shakes my honest Soul. If I am doubted , Sir , Secure your self this moment , take my life . Emp.

No more : if I suspected thee — I wou'd .

Bend.

I thank your kindness : Guilt had almost lost me ! Aside .

Emp. But clear my doubts : think'st thou they may rebel . Bend. aside . This goes as I wou'd wish : — ( to th' Emp. ) 'T is possible . A secret Party still remains , that lurks Like Embers rak'd in ashes — wanting but A breath to blow aside th'involving dust , And then they blaze abroad . Emp.

They must be trampled out .

Bend.

But first be known .

Emp.

Torture shall force it from ' em .

Bend.

You wou'd not put a Nation to the rack ?

Emp.

Yes , the whole World ; so I be safe , I care not .

Bend. Our Limbs and Lives Are yours , but mixing Friends with Foes is hard . Emp. All may be foes ; or how to be distinguish'd , If some be friends ? Bend. They may with ease be winnow'd : Suppose some one , who has deserv'd your trust , Some one who knows Mankind , shou'd be employ'd To mix among 'em , seem a Malcontent , And dive into their breasts , to try how far They dare oppose your love ? Emp.

I like this well : 'T is wholesom wickedness .

Bend. Whomever he suspects , he fastens there , And leaves no cranny of his Soul unsearch'd : Then , like a Bee bag'd with his honey'd venome , He brings it to your Hive : if such a Man So able , and so honest , may be found ; If not , my project dyes . — Emp. By all my hopes thou hast describ'd thy self : — Thou , thou alone art fit to play that Engine , Thou only coudst contrive . Bend. Sure I cou'd serve you : I think I cou'd : — but here 's the difficulty , I 'm so entirely yours , That I shou'd scurvily dissemble hate ; The cheat wou'd be too gross . Emp. Art thou a Statesman And canst not be a Hypocrite ? Impossible : Do not distrust thy Vertues . Bend. If I must personate this seeming Villain , Remember 't is to serve you . Emp. No more words : Love goads me to Almeyda , all affairs Are troublesom but that ; and yet that most . Going . Bid Dorax treat Sebastian like a King ; I had forgot him ; — but this Love marrs all , And takes up my whole brest . Exit Emperor . Bend. ( to the Emp. ) Be sure I 'll tell him . — With all the aggravating Circumstances Alone . I can , to make him swell at that Command , The Tyrant first suspected me : Then , with a sudden gust , he whirld about , And trusted me too far : Madness of Pow'r ! Now , by his own consent , I ruin him . For , shou'd some feeble Soul , for fear or gain Bolt out t' accuse me , ev'n the King is cozen'd , And thinks he 's in the secret . How sweet is Treason when the Traytor 's safe ! ( Sees the Mufti and Dorax entring and seeming to confer . ) The Mufti , and with him my sullen Dorax , That first is mine already . 'T was easie work to gain a cov'tous mind , Whom rage to loose his Pris'ners had prepar'd : Now , caught himself , He wou'd seduce another ; I must help him : For Church-men , though they itch to govern all , Are silly , woful , awkard Politicians ; They make lame mischief , though they mean it well : Their Int'rest is not finely drawn , and hid , But seams are coarsly bungled up , and seen . Muf.

He 'll tell you more .

Dor. I 've heard enough already To make me loath thy Morals . Bend. to Dor. You seem warm : The good Man's zeal , perhaps has gon too far . Dor. Not very far ; not farther than zeal goes Of course ; a small days journey short of Treason . Muf. By all that 's Holy , Treason was not nam'd : I spar'd the Emperors broken Vows to save The Slaves from Death ; though it was cheating Heav'n , But I forgave him that . Dor. And slighted o'er scornfully . The wrongs himself sustain'd in property : When his bought Slaves were seiz'd by force , no loss Of his consider'd , and no cost repaid . Mufti , Not wholly slighted o'er , not absolutely : Some modest hints of private wrongs I urg'd . Dorax , Two thirds of all he said : there he began ; To shew the fulness of his heart , there ended : Some short excursions of a broken Vow , He made indeed , but flat insipid stuff : But when he made his loss the Theme , he flourish'd , Reliev'd his fainting Rhetorick with new Figures , And thunder'd at oppressing Tyranny . Mufti , Why not , when Sacrilegious Pow'r wou'd seize My Property , 't is an affront to Heav'n , Whose Person , though unworthy , I sustain . Dorax . You 've made such strong Alliances above , That 't were Profaneness in us Laiety To offer earthly Aid . I tell thee , Mufti , if the World were wise , They wou'd not wag one finger in your quarrels . Your Heav'n you promise , but our Earth you covet . The Phaethons of mankind , who fire that World , Which you were sent by Preaching but to warm . Bend.

This goes beyond the mark .

Mufti , No , let him rail ; His Prophet works within him ; He 's rare Convert . Dorax , Now his Zeal yearns , To see me burnt ; he damns me from his Church , Because I wou'd restrain him to his Duty ; Is not the care of Souls a load sufficient ? Are nor your holy stipends pay'd for this ? Were you not bred apart from worldly noise , To study Souls , their Cures and their Diseases ? If this be so , we ask you but our own : Give us your whole Employment , all your care : The Province of the Soul is large enough To fill up every Cranny of your time , And leave you much to answer , if one Wretch Be damn'd by your neglect . Bend.

to the Mufti . He speaks but reason .

Dorax , Why then these forein thoughts of State-Employments , Abhorrent to your Function and your Breeding ? Poor droaning Truants of unpractis'd Cells , Bred in the Fellowship of bearded Boys , What wonder is it if you know not Men ? Yet there , you live demure , with down-cast Eyes , And humble as your Discipline requires : But , when let loose from thence to live at large , Your little tincture of Devotion dies : Then Luxury succeeds , and set agog With a new Scene of yet untasted Joys , You fall with greedy hunger to the Feast . Of all your College Vertues , nothing now But your Original Ignorance remains : Bloated with Pride , Ambition , Avarice , You swell , to counsel Kings and govern Kingdoms . Mufti , He prates as if Kings had not Consciences , And none requir'd Directors but the Crowd . Dorax , As private men they want you , not as Kings ; Nor wou'd you care t' inspect their publick Conscience , But that it draws dependencies of Pow'r , And Earthly Interest which you long to sway . Content you with monopolizing Heav'n , And let this little hanging Ball alone ▪ For give you but a foot of Conscience there , And you , like Archimedes , toss the Globe . We know your thoughts of us that Laymen are Lag Souls , and rubbish of remaining Glay , Which Heav'n , grown weary of more perfect work , Set upright with a little puff of breath , And bid us pass for Men. Mufti . I will not answer , Base foul mouth'd Renegade ; but I 'll pray for thee To shew my Charity . Exit Mufti . Dorax , Do ; but forget not him who needs it most : Allow thy self some share : He 's gone too soon ; I had to tell him of his holy jugglings ; Things that wou'd startle Faith , and make us deem Not this or that , but all Religions false . Bend. Our Holy Oratour has lost the Cause : Aside . But I shall yet redeem it . — ( to Dorax ) let him go ; For I have secret Orders from the Emperour , Which none but you must hear : I must confess I cou'd have wish'd some other hand had brought ' em . When did you see your Pris'ner Great Sebastian ? Dorax , You might as well have ask'd me when I saw A crested Dragon , or a Basilisk ; Both are less Poison to my Eyes and Nature . He knows not I am I ; nor shall he see me Till time has perfected a lab'ring thought , That rouls within my brest . Bend. 'T was my mistake : I guess'd indeed that time , and his misfortunes , And your returning duty had effac'd The mem'ry of past wrongs ; they wou'd in me ; And I judg'd you as tame and as forgiving . Dorax , Forgive him ! no , I left my foolish Faith Because it wou'd oblige me to forgiveness . Bend. I can but grieve to find you obstinate : For you must see him ; 't is our Emp'rours will , And strict Command . Dorax ,

I laugh at that Command .

Bend.

You must do more than see ; serve , and respect him .

Dorax , See , serve him , and respect , and after all My yet uncancell'd wrongs , I must do this ! But I forget my self . Bend.

Indeed you do .

Dorax , The Emp'rour is a stranger to my wrongs ; I need but tell my story , to revoke This hard Commission . Bend. Can you call me Friend , And think I cou'd neglect to speak , at full Th' Affronts you had from your ungrateful Master ? Dorax ,

And yet enjoyn'd my Service , and Attendance ?

Bend. And yet enjoyn'd 'em both : wou'd that were all ; He scru'd his Face into a harden'd smile , And said , Sebastian knew to govern Slaves . Dorax , Slaves are the growth of Africk , not of Europe : By Heav'n I will not lay down my Commission ; Not at his foot , I will not stoop so low ; But if there be a part in all his Face More sacred than the rest , I 'll throw it there . Bend. You may ; but then you lose all future means Of Vengeance on Sebastian , when no more Alcalde of this Fort. Dorax ,

That thought escap'd me .

Bend. Keep your Command ; and be reveng'd on both : Nor sooth your self ; you have no pow'r t' affront him ; The Emp'rours love protects him from insults . And he , who spoke that proud ill natur'd word , Following the bent of his impetuous temper , May force your reconcilement to Sebastian : Nay bid you kneel , and kiss th' offending foot , That kick'd you from his Presence . But think not to divide their punishment ; You cannot touch a hair of loath'd Sebastian , While Muley-Moluch lives . Dorax ,

What means this Riddle ?

Bend. 'T is out : there needs no Oedipus to solve it . Our Emp'rour is a Tyrant , fear'd and hated ; I scarce remember in his Reign , one day Pass guiltless o'er his execrable head . He thinks the Sun is lost that sees not bloud : When none is shed we count it Holiday . We , who are most in favour , cannot call This hour our own ? — you know the younger Brother Mild Muley Zeydan ; — Dorax ,

Hold and let me think .

Bend. The Soldiers Idolize you , He trusts you with the Castle , The Key of all his Kingdom . Dorax ,

Well ; and he trusts you too .

Bend. Else I were mad , To hazard such a daring Enterprize . Dorax , He trusts us both ; mark that , shall we betray him ? A Master who reposes Life and Empire On our fidelity : I grant he is a Tyrant , That hated name my nature most abhors ; More , as you say , has loaded me with scorn : Ev'n with the last contempt , to serve Sebastian . Yet more I know he vacates my revenge ; Which , but by this revolt I cannot compass : But , while he trusts me , 't were so base a part To fawn and yet betray , I shou'd be hiss'd And whoop'd in Hell for that Ingratitude . Bend.

Consider well what I have done for you .

Dorax ,

Consider thou what thou woud'st have me do .

Bend.

You 've too much honour for a Renegade .

Dorax , And thou too little faith to be a Fav'rite . Is not the bread thou eat'st , the Robe thou wear'st , Thy Wealth , and Honours , all the pure indulgence Of him thou wou'dst destroy ? And wou'd his Creature , nay his Friend betray him ? Why then no Bond is left on human kind : Distrusts , debates , immortal strifes ensue ; Children may murder Parents , Wives their Husbands ; All must be Rapine , Wars , and Desolation , When trust and gratitude no longer bind . Bend. Well have you argued in your own defence : You , who have burst asunder all those bonds , And turn'd a Rebel to your Native Prince . Dorax , True , I rebell'd : but when did I betray ? Indignities , which Man cou'd not support , Provok'd my vengeance to this noble Crime . But he had strip'd me first of my Command , Dismiss'd my Service , and absolv'd my Faith ; And , with disdainful Language , dar'd my worst . I but accepted War , which he denounc'd . Else had you seen , not Dorax , but Alonzo , With his couch'd Lance against your foremost Moors : Perhaps too turn'd the fortune of the day ; Made Affrick mourn , and Portugal triumph . Bend.

Let me embrace thee .

Dorax , Stand off Sycophant , And keep Infection distant . Bend.

Brave and honest .

Dorax ,

In spight of thy Temptations .

Bend. Call 'em Trials : They were no more : thy faith was held in Balance , And nicely weigh'd by jealousie of Pow'r ; Vast was the trust of such a Royal Charge ; And our wise Emperour , might justly fear Sebastian might be freed and reconcil'd , By new Obligements to thy former love . Dorax , I doubt thee still ; thy reasons were too strong , And driv'n too near the head , to be but Artifice . And after all , I know thou art a Statesman , Where truth is rarely found . Bend. Behold the Emperour ; ( Enter Emp. Seb. and Almeyda . ) Ask him , I beg thee to be justify'd , If he employ'd me not to foord thy Soul , And try the footing whether false or firm ▪ Dorax , Death to my Eyes , I see Sebastian ▪ with him ! Must he be serv'd ! avoid him , if we meet , It must be like the crush of Heav'n and Earth , T' involve us both in ruin . Exit Dorax . Bend. 'T was a bare saving game I made with Dorax , But better so than lost ; he cannot hurt me , That I precaution'd : I must ruin him . But now this Love ; Ay , there 's the gath'ring storm ! The Tyrant must not wed Almeyda ; no , That ruins all the Fabrick I am raising , Yet seeming to approve it , gave me time , And gaining time gains all . ( Benducar goes and waits behind the Emperour . ) ( The Emperour ; Sebastian and Almeyda advance to the front of the Stage . ) Guards and Attendants . Emp. to Seb. I bad 'em serve you , and if they obey not , I keep my Lions keen within their Dens , To stop their maws with disobedient Slaves . Seb. If I had Conquer'd , They cou'd not have with more observance waited : Their eyes , hands , feet , Are all so quick they seem t' have but one motion , To catch my flying words . Onely the Alcayde Shuns me , and with a grim Civility , Bows , and declines my Walks . Emp. A Renegade : I know not more of him : but that he 's brave , And hates your Christian Sect. If you can frame A farther wish , give wing to your desires , And name the thing you want . Sebast . My Liberty : For were ev'n Paradise it self my Prison , Still I shou'd long to leap the Chrystal walls . Emp. Sure our two Souls have somewhere been acquainted : In former beings ; or , struck out together , One spark to Africk flew , and one to Portugal . Expect a quick deliverance : ( turning to Alm : ) here 's a third , Of kindred Soul to both : pity our Stars Have made us Foes ! I shou'd not wish her death . Almeyda , I ask no pity ; if I thought my Soul Of kin to thine , soon wou'd I rend my heart-strings , And tear out that Alliance : but thou Viper Hast cancell'd kindred , made a rent in Nature , And through her holy bowels gnaw'd thy way , Through thy own Bloud to Empire . Emper. This again : — And yet she lives ; and only lives t' upbraid me . Sebast . What honour is there in a Womans death ! Wrong'd as she says , but helpless to revenge ▪ Strong in her Passion , impotent of Reason , Too weak to hurt , too fair to be destroy'd . Mark her Majestick Fabrick ; She 's a Temple Sacred by birth , and built by Hands Divine ▪ Her Soul's the Deity , that lodges there : Nor is the Pile unworthy of the God. Emp. She 's all that thou canst say or I can think . But the perversness of her clam'rous Tongue Strikes Pity deaf . Seb. Then onely hear her Eyes ; Though they are mute they plead ; nay more , command ; For beauteous Eyes have Arbitrary Power . All Females have prerogative of Sex , The She s ev'n of the salvage herd are safe ; And when they snarl or bite , have no return But Courtship from the Male. Emp. Were She not She , and I not Muley-Moluch , She 's Mistress of unevitable Charms , For all but me ; nor am I so exempt , But that — I know not what I was to say — But I am too obnoxious to my Friends ; And sway'd by your Advice . Sebast . Sir , I advis'd not . By Heav'n , I never counsell'd Love but Pity . Emp. By Heav'n thou didst : deny it not , thou didst : For what was all that Prodigality Of praise , but to onflame me ? — Sebast . Sir , — Emp. No more : Thou hast convinc'd me , that she 's worth my Love. Seb.

Was ever Man so ruin'd by himself ! Aside .

Almeyda , Thy Love ; that odious Mouth was never fram'd To speak a word so soft : Name Death again , for that thou canst pronounce With horrid grace , becoming of a Tyrant . Love is for human hearts , and not for thine , Where the brute Beast extinguishes the Man. Emper. Such if I were , yet rugged Lions love , And grapple , and compel their savage Dames . — Mark my Sebastian , how that sullen frown , She frowns Like flashing Lightning , opens angry Heaven ; And while it kills delights . But yet , insult not Too soon , proud Beauty , I confess no love . Seb. No Sir , I said so , and I witness for you , Not love ; but noble pity mov'd your mind : Int'rest might urge you too to save her life ; For those who wish her party lost , might murmur At shedding Royal Blood. Emp. Right , thou instruct'st me ; Int'rest of State requires not Death , but Marriage ; T'unite the jarring Titles of our Line . Seb. Let me be dumb for ever , all I plead , Aside . Like Wild-fire thrown against the Wind , returns With double force to burn me . Emp. Cou'd I but bend to make my beauteous Foe The Partner of my Throne , and of my Bed. — Almeyda , Still thou dissemblest , but I read thy heart , And know the power of my own Charms ; thou lov'st , And I am pleas'd for my revenge thou dost . Emp.

And thou hast cause .

Alm. I have ; for I have pow'r to make thee wretched . Be sure I will , and yet despair of freedom . Emp. Well then , I love , — And 't is below my greatness to disown it : Love thee implacably , yet hate thee too ; Wou'd hunt thee bare-foot , in the mid-day Sun , Through the parch'd Desarts , and the scorching Sands , T' enjoy thy Love , and once enjoy'd to kill thee . Alm. 'T is a false Courage , when thou threat'nest me ; Thou canst not stir a hand to touch my Life : Do not I see thee tremble while thou speak'st ? Lay by the Lions Hide , vain Conqueror , And take the Distaff ; for thy Soul 's my Slave . Emp. Confusion ! How thou viewest my very Heart ! I cou'd as soon , Stop a Spring-tide , blown in , with my bare hand , As this impetuous Love : — Yes , I will wed thee ; In spight of thee , and of my self , I will. Alm. For what ? To people Affric with new Monsters , Which that unnatural mixture must produce ? No , were we joyn'd , e'vn tho it were in death , Our Bodies burning in one Funeral Pile , The Prodigy of Thebes wou'd be renew'd , And my divided flame shou'd break from thine . Emp. Serpent , I will engender Poyson with thee ; Joyn Hate with Hate , add Venom to the birth ; Our Off-spring , like the seed of Dragons Teeth , Shall issue arm'd , and fight themselves to death . Alm.

I 'm calm again ; thou canst not marry me .

Emp. As gleams of Sun-shine soften storms to show'rs , So , if you smile , the loudness of my rage In gentle Whispers shall return , but this , — That nothing can divert my Love , but Death . Alm. See how thou art deceiv'd , I am a Christian ; 'T is true , unpractis'd in my new Belief , Wrongs I resent , nor pardon yet with ease : Those Fruits come late , and are of slow increase In haughty Hearts , like mine : Now , tell thy self If this one word destroy not thy designs : Thy Law permits thee not to marry me . Emp. 'T is but a specious Tale , to blast my hopes , And baffle my pretensions . Speak , Sebastian , And , as a King , speak true . Sebast . Then , thus adjur'd , On a King's word 't is truth , but truth ill tim'd ; For her dear Life is now expos'd anew ; Unless you wholly can put on Divinity , And graciously forgive . Alm. Now learn by this , The little value I have left for life , And trouble me no more . Emp. I ▪ thank thee Woman ; Thou hast restor'd me to my native Rage ; And I will seize my happiness by force . Sebast . Know Muley-Moluch when thou dar'st attempt . — Emp. Beware , I wou'd not be provok'd to use A Conqueror's right , and therefore charge thy silence . If thou wou'dst merit to be thought my Friend , I leave thee to perswade her to compliance : If not , there 's a new gust in Ravishment , Which I have never try'd . Bend. They must be watch'd ; aside . For something I observ'd creates a doubt . Exeunt Emperour and Benducar . Seb. I 've been too tame , have basely born my Wrongs , And not exerted all the King , within me ; I heard him , O sweet Heavens , he threat'ned Rape ; Nay insolently urg'd me to perswade thee , Ev'n thee , thou Idol of my Soul and Eyes ; For whom I suffer Life , and drag this being . Alm. You turn my Prison to a Paradise ; But I have turn'd your Empire to a Prison : In all your Wars good fortune flew before you ; Sublime you sate in Triumph on her Wheel ; Till in my fatal Cause your Sword was drawn ; The weight of my misfortunes drag'd you down . Seb. And is 't not strange , that Heav'n shou'd bless my Arms In common Causes , and desert the best ? Now in your greatest , last extremity , When I wou'd , ayd you most , and most desire it , I bring but Sighs , the succors of a Slave . Alm. Leave then the luggage of your fate behind , To make your flight more easie , leave Almeyda . Nor think me left a base ignoble Prey , Expos'd to this inhuman Tyrant's lust ; My Virtue is a guard beyond my strength , And Death , my last defence , within my call . Seb. Death may be call'd in vain , and cannot come ; Tyrants can tye him up from your relief : Nor has a Christian privilege to dye . Alas thou art too young in thy new Faith ; Brutus and Cato might discharge their Souls , And give 'em Furlo's for another World : But we , like Centry's , are oblig'd to stand In starless Nights , and wait the pointed hour . Alm. If shunning ill be good , then Death is good To those who cannot shun it but by Death : Divines but peep on undiscover'd Worlds , And draw the distant Landshape as they please : But who has e'er return'd from those bright Regions , To tell their Manners , and relate their Laws ? I 'll venture landing on that happy shoar With an unsully'd Body , and white Mind ; If I have err'd , some kind Inhabitant Will pity a stray'd Soul , and take me home . Seb. Beware of Death , thou canst not dye unperjur'd , And leave an unaccomplish'd Love behind : Thy Vows are mine ; nor will I quit my claim : The tye of Minds are but imperfect Bonds , Unless the Bodies joyn to seal the Contract . Alm. What Joys can you possess or can I give ? Where groans of Death succeed the sighs of Love. Our Hymen has not on his Saffron Robe ; But muffled up in Mourning , downward holds His dropping Torch , extinguish'd with his Tears . Seb. The God of Love stands ready to revive it With his etherial breath . Alm.

'T is late to joyn , when we must part so soon .

Seb. Nay rather let us haste it , ere we part : Our Souls , for want of that acquaintance here , May wander in the starry Walks above , And , forc'd on worse Companions , miss our selves . Alm. The Tyrant will not long be absent hence ; And soon I shall be ravish'd from your arms . Seb. Wilt thou thy self become the greater Tyrant , And give not Love , while thou hast Love to give ? In dang'rous days , when Riches are a Crime , The wise betimes make over their Estates : Make oer thy Honour , by a deed of trust , And give me seizure of the mighty wealth . Alm. What shall I do ! O teach me to refuse ! I wou'd ; and yet I tremble at the grant . For dire presages fright my Soul by day , And boding Visions haunt my Nightly Dreams : Sometimes , methinks , I hear the groans of Ghosts ; Thin , hollow sounds , and lamentable screams ; Then , like a dying Eccho , from afar , My Mothers Voice , that cries , Wed not Almeyda ! Forewarn'd Almeyda , Marriage is thy Crime . Seb. Some envious Demon , to delude our joys ; Love is not Sin , but where 't is sinful Love. Alm. Mine is a flame so holy , and so clear , That the white taper leaves no soot behind ; No smoak of Lust ; but chast as Sister's love , When coldly they return a Brothers kiss , Without the zeal that meets at lovers mouths . Seb. Laugh then at fond presages ; I had some ; Fam'd Nostradamus , when he took my Horoscope , Foretold my Father I shou'd wed with Incest : Ere this unhappy War my Mother dy'd ; And Sisters I had none ; vain Augury ! A long Religious Life , a Holy Age , My Stars assign'd me too ; impossible . For how can Incest suit with Holiness , Or Priestly Orders with a Princely State ? Alm.

Old venerable Alvarez ! — ( sighing . )

Seb.

But why that sigh in naming that good Man ?

Alm. Your Fathers Counsellor and Confident — Seb. He was ; and , if he lives , my second Father : Alm. Mark'd our farewel , when going to the sight , You gave Almeyda for the word of Battel ; 'T was in that fatal Moment , he discover'd The Love that long we labour'd to conceal . I know it ; though my eyes stood full of tears , Yet , through the mist , I saw him stedfast gaze : Then knock'd his Aged breast , and inward groan'd ; Like some sad Prophet , that foresaw the doom Of those whom best he lov'd , and cou'd not save . Seb. It startles me ! and brings to my remembrance , That , when the shock of Battel was begun , He wou'd have much complain'd ( but had not time ) Of our hid passion ; then , with lifted hands , He beg'd me by my Fathers Sacred Soul , Not to espouse you , if he dy'd in fight : For if he liv'd , and we were Conquerors , He had such things to urge against our Marriage , As , now declar'd , wou'd blunt my sword in Battel ; And dastardize my Courage . Alm. My blood cruddles ; And cakes about my heart . Seb. I 'll breath a sigh , so warm into thy bosom , Shall make it flow again . My Love , he knows not Thou art a Christian ; that produc'd his fear : Lest thou shoud'st sooth my Soul with charms so strong , That Heav'n might prove too weak . Alm. There must be more : This cou'd not blunt your Sword. Seb. Yes , if I drew it , with a curst intent , To take a Misbeliever to my Bed ; It must be so . Alm. Yet — Seb. No , thou shalt not plead With that fair mouth , against the Cause of Love. Within this Castle is a Captive Priest , My Holy Confessor , whose free access Not ev'n the barb'rous Victors have refus'd ; This happy hour his hands shall make us one . Alm. I go ; with Love and Fortune , two blind Guides , To lead my way : half loth and half consenting . If , as my Soul fore-bodes , some dire event Pursue this Union , or some Crime unknown , Forgive me Heav'n ; and all ye Blest above , Excuse the frailty of unbounded Love. Exeunt Ambo.
Scene 2. Suppos'd a Garden ; with Lodging Rooms behind it ; or on the sides . Enter Mufti ; Antonio as a Slave ; and Johayma the Mufti 's Wife . Mufti .

ANd how do you like him , look upon him well ; he 's a personable Fellow of a Christian Dog. Now I think you are fitted , for a Gardiner : Ha what say'st thou Johayma ?

Johayma .

He may make a shift to sow lettice , raise Melons , and water a Garden plat .

But otherwise a very filthy Fellow ; how odiously he smells of his Country garlike ! fugh , how he stinks of Spain .

Mufti .

Why honey-bird I bought him a purpose for thee ; didst not thou say thou long'dst for a Christian Slave ?

Joh.

Ah , but the sight of that loathsom creature has almost cur'd me ; And how can I tell that he 's a Christian ? and he were well search'd he may prove a Jew for ought I know .

And besides I have always long'd for an Eunuch ; for they say that 's a Civil Creature , and almost as harmless as your self Husband : speak fellow , are not you such a kind of peaceable thing ?

Ant.

I was never taken for one in my own Country ; and not very peaceable neither , when I am well provok'd .

Mufti .

To your Occupation Dog ; bind up the Jessamines in yond Arbor , and handle your pruning knife with dexterity ; tightly I say , go tightly to your business ; you have cost me much ; and must earn it in your work ; here 's plentiful provision for you , rascal , sallating in the Garden , and water in the tanck , and on Holydays the licking of a platter of Rice , when you deserve it .

Joh.

What have you been bred up to Sirrah , and what can you perform to recommend you to my service ?

Antonio making legs .

Why Madam , I can perform as much as any Man , in a fair Ladies Service .

I can play upon the Flute , and Sing ; I can carry your Umbrella , and fan your Ladyship , and cool you when you are too hot : in fine , no Service either by day or by night shall come amiss to me ; and besides am of so quick an apprehension , that you need but wink upon me at any time , to make me understand my duty .

She winks at him . Anton. Very fine , she has tipt the wink already . — Aside . Joh.

The Whelp may come to something in time , when I have enter'd him into his business .

Muf.

A very malapert Cur , I can tell him that ; I do not like his fawning , you must be taught your distance Sirrah .

( Strikes him . ) Joh. Hold , hold . —

He ha's deserv'd it I confess ; but for once let his ignorance plead his pardon ; we must not discourage a beginner . Your Reverence has taught us Charity ev'n to Birds and Beasts : here you filthy brute you : — take this little Alms , to buy you plaisters . ( gives him a piece of money )

Ant.

Money and a Love pinch in the inside of my palm into the bargain . Aside .

Enter a Servant .

Sir , my Lord Benducar is coming to wait on you , and is already at the Palace Gate .

Muf.

Come in Johayma , regulate the rest of my Wives and Concubines , and leave the Fellow to his work .

Joh.

Look how stupidly he stares about him , like a Calf new come into the World : I shall teach you Sirrah to know your business , a little better . — this way you awkard rascal , here lyes the Arbour , must I be showing you eternally ?

( turning him about . ) Muf.

Come away Minion ; you shall show him nothing .

Joh.

I 'll but bring him into the Arbor , where a Rose-tree and a Myrtle are just falling for want of a prop ; if they were bound together they wou'd help to keep up one another : — He 's a raw Gardiner , and 't is but Charity to teach him .

Muf.

No more deeds of Charity to day ; come in , or I shall think you a little better dispos'd than I cou'd wish you .

Joh.

Well , go before , I will follow my Pastor .

Muf.

So you may cast a sheeps eye behind you : In before me . And you , sawciness , mind your pruning knife ; or I may chance to use it for you .

Exeunt Mufti and Johayma . Ant.

alone . Thank you for that ; but I am in no such hast to be made a Musulman . For his Wedlock , with all her haughtiness , I find her coming . How far a Christian shou'd resist , I partly know ; but how far a lewd young Christian can resist is another question . She 's tolerable , and I am a poor Stranger , far from better Friends , and in a bodily necessity : Now have I a strange temptation to try what other Females are belonging to this Family : I am not far from the Womens apartment I am sure ; and if these Birds are within distance , here 's that will chuckle 'em together . ( pulls out his Flute ) If there be variety of Moors flesh in this Holy Market 't were madness to lay out all my money upon the first bargain .

He plays . A Grate opens and Morayma the Mufti 's Daughter appears at it . Anton.

Ay there 's an Apparition ! This is a Morsel worthy of a Mufti ; this is the relishing bit in secret ; this is the Mystery of his Alcoran , that must be reserv'd from the knowledg of the profane Vulgar . This is his Holyday Devotion ; see , she beckons too . —

( She beckons to him . ) Morayma .

Come a little nearer and speak softly .

Ant.

I come , I come I warrant thee ; the least twinckle had brought me to thee ; such another kind syllable or two , wou'd turn me to a Meteor and draw me up to thee .

Mor.

I dare not speak , for fear of being over-heard ; but if you think my Person worth your hazard , and can deserve my love — the rest this Note shall tell you — ( throws down a handkerchief . ) No more , my heart goes with you .

Exit from the Grate . Antonio .

O thou pretty little heart ; art thou flown hither , I 'll keep it warm I warrant it , and brood upon it in the newnest : but now for my Treasure trove , that 's wrapt up in the handkerchief : No peeping here , though I long to be spelling her Arabick scrawls and pot-hooks . But I must carry off my prize , as Robbers do ; and not think of sharing the booty , before I am free from danger , and out of eye-shot from the other Windows . If her wit be as poynant as her Eyes , I am a double Slave . Our Northern Beauties are meer dough to these : Insipid white Earth , meer Tobaccopipe-clay ; With no more Soul and Motion in 'em , than a Fly in Winter .

Here the warm Planet ripens , and sublimes The well bak'd Beauties of the Southern Climes ; Our Cupid's but a bungler in his Trade ; His keenest Arrows are in Affrick made . Exit Antonio .
ACT. III.
Scene 1. A Terrace-walk ; or some other publick place in the Castle of Alcazar . Emperor Muley-Moluch ; Benducar . Emper. MArry'd ! I 'll not believe it ; 't is imposture ; Improbable they shou'd presume t' attempt , Impossible they shou'd effect their wish . Bend.

Have patience till I clear it .

Emp. I have none : Go bid our moving Plains of Sand lye still , And stir not , when the stormy South blows high ▪ From top to bottom thou hast toss'd my Soul , And now 't is in the madness of the Whirl , Requir'st a sudden stop ? unsay thy lye , That may in time do somewhat . Bend. I have done : For , since it pleases you it shou'd be forg'd , 'T is fit it shou'd : far be it from your Slave , To raise disturbance in your Sacred brest . Emp. Sebastian is my Slave as well as thou ; Nor durst offend my love by that presumption . Bend.

Most sure he ought not .

Emp. Then all means were wanting ; No Priest , no Ceremonies of their Sect ; Or , grant we these defects cou'd be supply'd , How cou'd our Prophet do an Act so base , So to resume his gifts , and curse my Conquests By making me unhappy ! No , the Slave That told thee so absurd a story , ly'd . Bend. Yet , till this moment I have found him faithful : He said he saw it too . Emp.

Dispatch ; what saw he ?

Bend. Truth is , considering with what earnestness , Sebastian pleaded for Almeyda's life , Inhanc'd her beauty , dwelt upon her praise , — Emp. O stupid , and unthinking as I was ! I might have mark'd it too : 't was gross and palpable ! Bend. Methought I trac'd a Lover ill disguis'd ; And sent my spy , a sharp observing Slave , T' inform me better , if I guess'd aright . He told me , that he saw Sebastians Page Run cross the Marble Square ; who soon return'd , And after him there lag'd a puffing Fryar ; Close wrap'd he bore some secret Instrument ▪ Of Christian Superstition in his hand : My servant follow'd fast , and through a chink , Perceiv'd the Royal Captives hand in hand : And heard the hooded Father mumbling charme , That make those Misbelievers Man and Wife . Which done , the Spouses kiss'd with such a fervour , And gave such furious earnest of their flames , That their eyes sparkled , and their mantling blood Flew flushing o'er their faces . Emp.

Hell confound ' em !

Bend. The Reverend Father , with a Holy leer , Saw he might well be spar'd , and soon withdrew : This forc'd my Servant to a quick retreat , For fear to be discover'd ; guess the rest . Emp. I do . My fancy is too exquisite , And tortures me with their imagin'd bliss Some Earthquake shou'd have ris'n , and rent the ground , Have swallow'd him ; and left the longing Bride , In Agony of unaccomplish'd Love. ( Walks disorderly ) Enter the Mufti . Bend. In an unlucky hour Aside . That Fool intrudes , raw in this great affair , And uninstructed how to stem the tide . Coming up to the Mufti aside . The Emp'ror must not marry , nor enjoy ; Keep to that point ; stand firm , for all 's at stake . Emperor seeing him . You , Druggerman of Heaven , must I attend Your droaning Prayers ? Why came you not before ? Do'st thou not know the Captive King has dar'd To wed Almeyda ? Cancel me that Marriage , And make her mine ; about the business , quick , Expound thy Mahomet ; make him speak my sense , Or he 's no Prophet here , and thou no Mufti , Unless thou know'st the trick of thy vocation , To wrest and rend the Law to please thy Prince . Mufti , Why , verily the Law is monstrous plain : There 's not one doubtful Text in all the Alchoran , Which can be wrench'd in favor to your Project . Emp. Forge one , and foist it into some by-place , Of some old rotten Roll ; do 't , I command thee : Must I teach thee thy Trade ? Mufti , It cannot be . For Matrimony being the dearest point Of Law , the People have it all by heart : A Cheat on Procreation will not pass . Besides th' offence is so exorbitant , In a higher tone . To mingle with a misbelieving Race , That speedy Vengeance wou'd pursue your Crime , And holy Mahomet launch himself from Heav'n , Before th' unready Thunderbolt were form'd . Emperor taking him by the Throat with one hand , snatches out his Sword with the other , and points it to his Brest . Emp. Slave , have I rais'd thee to this pomp and pow'r , To preach against my Will ? Know I am Law ; And thou , not Mahomet's Messenger , but mine : Make it , I charge thee , make my pleasure lawful : Or first I strip the of thy ghostly greatness , Then send thee post , to tell thy Tale above ; And bring thy vain Memorials to thy Prophet Of Justice done below for Disobedience . Mufti , For Heaven's sake hold , the respite of a moment , — To think for you . Emp. And for thy self . — Mufti ,

For both .

Bend.

Disgrace , and Death , and Avarice have lost him ! Aside .

Mufti , 'T is true , our Law forbids to wed a Christian ; But it forbids you not to ravish her . You have a Conqueror's right upon your Slave ; And then , the more despight you do a Christian , You serve the Prophet more who loaths that Sect. Emp. Oh now it mends ; and you talk reason , Mufti . But stay ! I promis'd freedom to Sebastian : Now shou'd I grant it , his revengeful Soul Wou'd ne'er forgive his violated Bed. Mufti , Kill him , for then you give him liberty : His Soul is from his earthly Prison freed . Emp. How happy is the Prince who has a Churchman So learn'd and pliant to expound his Laws . Bend.

Two things I humbly offer to your prudence .

Emp.

Be brief ; but let not either thwart my love .

Bend. First , since our holy Man has made Rape lawful , Fright her with that : proceed not yet to force : Why shou'd you pluck the green distastful Fruit From the unwilling Bough , When it may ripen of it self and fall ? Emp. Grant her a day ; tho that 's too much to give Out of a Life which I devote to Love. Bend. Then next , to bar All future hopes of her desir'd Sebastian , Let Dorax be enjoyn'd to bring his head . Emperor to the Mufti . Go Mufti , call him to receive his Orders . Exit Mufti . I taste thy Counsel , her desires new rowz'd , And yet unslak'd , will kindle in her fancy , And make her eager to renew the Feast . Bend. aside . Dorax , I know before , will disobey : There 's a Foe 's Head well cropt . — But this hot love precipitates my Plot ; And brings it to projection ere its time . Enter Sebastian and Almeyda hand in hand ; upon sight of the Emperor , they separate and seem disturb'd . Almeyda , He breaks , at unawares , upon our Walks , And like a mid-night Wolf invades the Fold : Make speedy preparation of your Soul , And bid it arm apace : He comes for answer , And brutal mischief sits upon his brow . Sebast . Not the last sounding , cou'd surprize me more , That summons drowzy Mortals to their doom , When call'd in haste , they fumble for their Limbs , And tremble unprovided for their charge : My sense has been so deeply plung'd in Joys , The Soul out-slept her hour ; and , scarce awake , Wou'd think too late , and cannot ! But brave Minds At worst can dare their Fate . — Emperor coming up to them . Emp. Have you perform'd Your Embassy , and treated with success ? Sebast .

I had not time .

Emp. No , not for my Affairs , But for your own too much . Sebast .

You talk in Clouds , explain your meaning , Sir.

Emp. Explain yours first : What meant you hand in hand , And when you saw me , with a guilty start , You loos'd your hold , affrighted at my presence ? Seb.

Affrighted ?

Emp.

Yes , astonish'd , and confounded .

Seb. What mak'st thou of thy self , and what of me ? Art thou some Ghost , some Demon , or some God ? That I shou'd stand astonish'd at thy sight ? If thou cou'dst deem so meanly of my Courage , Why didst thou not engage me man for man , And try the virtue of that Gorgon Face , To stare me into statue ? Emp. Oh , thou art now recover'd , but by Heav'n , Thou wert amaz'd at first , as if surpriz'd At unexpected baseness brought to light . For know , ungrateful man , that Kings , like Gods , Are every where ; walk in th' abyss of minds , And view the dark recesses of the Soul. Seb. Base and ungrateful never was I thought ; Nor till this turn of fate , durst thou have call'd me ; But , since thou boast'st th' omniscience of a God , Say , in what cranny of Sebastian's Soul , Unknown to me , so loath'd a Crime is lodg'd ? Emp.

Thou hast not broke my trust repos'd in thee ?

Seb.

Impos'd , but not receiv'd : Take back that falsehood .

Emp.

Thou art not marry'd to Almeyda ?

Seb.

Yes .

Emp.

And own'st the usurpation of my Love ?

Seb. I own it in the face of Heav'n and thee No Usurpation ; but a lawful claim , Of which I stand possest . Emp. Sh' has chosen well , Betwixt a Captive and a Conqueror . Almeyda , Betwixt a Monster and the best of Men. He was the envy of his neighb'ring Kings ; For him their sighing Queens despis'd their Lords , And Virgin Daughters blush'd when he was nam'd . To share his noble Chains is more to me , Than all the salvage greatness of thy Throne . Seb. Were I to choose again , and knew my fate , For such a night I wou'd be what I am . The Joys I have possest are ever mine ; Out of thy reach behind Eternity , Hid in the sacred treasure of the past ; But bless'd remembrance bring 's 'em hourly back . Emp. Hourly indeed , who hast but hours to live : O mighty purchase of a boasted bliss ! To dream of what thou hadst one fugitive night , And never shalt have more . Seb. Barbarian , thou canst part us but a moment ; — We shall be one again in thy despight : Life is but air , That yields a passage to the whistling Sword , And closes when 't is gone . Alm. How can we better dye than close embrac'd , Sucking each others Souls while we expire ? Which so transfus'd , and mounting both at once , The Saints deceiv'd , shall by a sweet mistake , Hand up thy Soul for mine , and mine for thine . Emp. No , I 'll untwist you : I have occasion for your stay on earth : Let him mount first , and beat upon the Wing , And wait an Age for what I here detain . Or sicken at immortal Joys above , And languish for the Heav'n he left below . Alm.

Thou wilt not dare to break what Heav'n has joyn'd ?

Emp. Not break the Chain , but change a rotten link , And rivet one to last . Think'st thou I come to argue right and wrong ? Why lingers Dorax thus ? Where are my Guards , Benducar goes out for the Guards , and returns . To drag that Slave to death ? Pointing to Sebast . Now storm and rage , Call vainly on thy Prophet , then defie him For wanting power to save thee . Seb. That were to gratifie thy Pride : I 'll shew thee How a Man shou'd , and how a King dare dye : So even , that my Soul shall walk with ease Out of its flesh , and shut out Life as calmly As it does words ; without a Sigh , to note One struggle in the smooth dissolving frame . Almeyda to the Emperor . Expect revenge from Heav'n , inhuman Wretch ; Nor hope t' ascend Sebastian's holy Bed. Flames , Daggers , Poysons , guard the sacred steps : Those are the promis'd Pleasures of my love . Emp. And these might fright another , but not me . Or me , if I design'd to give you pleasure ; I seek my own , and while that lasts , you live . Enter two of the Guards . Go , bear the Captive to a speedy death , And set my Soul at ease . Alm. I charge you hold , ye Ministers of death , Speak my Sebastian ; Plead for thy life : Oh ask it of the Tyrant ; 'T is no dishonor , trust me , Love , 't is none : I wou'd die for thee , but I cannot plead ; My haughty heart disdains it , ev'n for thee . Still silent ! Will the King of Portugal Go to his death , like a dumb Sacrifice ? Beg him to save my life in saving thine . Seb.

Farewel , my life 's not worth another word .

Emp.

to the Guards . Perform your Orders .

Alm. Stay , take my farewel too : Farewel the greatness of Almeyda's Soul ! Look , Tyrant , what excess of love can do , It pulls me down thus low , as to thy feet ; Kneels to him . Nay to embrace thy Knees with loathing hands , Which blister when they touch thee : Yet ev'n thus , Thus far I can to save Sebastian's life . Emp. A secret pleasure trickles through my Veins : It works about the inlets of my Soul , To feel thy touch ; and pity tempts the pass ; But the tough metal of my heart resists ; 'T is warm'd with the soft fire , not melted down . Alm. A flood of scalding Tears will make it run , Spare him , Oh spare ; can you pretend to love , And have no pity ? Love and that are Twins . Here will I grow ; Thus compass you with these supplanting Cords , And pull so long till the proud Fabrick falls . Emp. Still kneel , and still embrace ; 't is double pleasure So to be hugg'd , and see Sebastian dye . Alm. Look . Tyrant , when thou nam'st Sebastian's death , Thy very Executioners turn pale , Rough as they are , and harden'd in the trade Of Death , they start at an anointed Head , And tremble to approach : — He hears me not ; Nor minds th' impression of a God on Kings ; Because no stamp of Heav'n was on his Soul : But the resisting Mass drove back the Seal . Say , though thy heart be rock of Adamant , Yet Rocks are not impregnable to Bribes : Instruct me how to bribe thee : Name thy price ; Lo , I resign my Title to the Crown ; Send me to exile with the Man I love , And banishment is Empire . Emp. Here 's my claim ; Clapping his hand to his Sword. And this extinguish'd thine ; thou giv'st me nothing . Alm. My Father's , Mothers , Brothers death I pardon : That 's somewhat sure ; a mighty Sum of Murther , Of innocent and kindred blood strook off . My Prayers and Penance shall discount for these , And beg of Heav'n to charge the Bill on me : Behold what price I offer , and how dear To buy Sebastian's life . Emp. Let after reck'nings trouble fearful fools ; I 'll stand the tryal of those trivial Crimes : But , since thou beg'st me to prescribe my terms , The only I can offer are thy love ; And this one day of respite to resolve . Grant or deny , for thy next word is Fate ; And Fate is deaf to Pray'r . Alm. May Heav'n be so Rising up . At thy last breath to thine : I curse thee not , For who can better curse the Plague or Devil , Than to be what they are ? That Curse be thine . Now , do not speak Sebastian , for you need not , But dye , for I resign your Life : Look Heav'n , Almeyda dooms her dear Sebastian's death ! But is there Heav'n , for I begin to doubt ; The Skyes are hush'd ; no grumbling Thunders roul : Now take your swing , ye impious ; Sin unpunish'd ; Eternal providence seems overwatch'd , And with a slumb'ring Nod assents to Murther . Enter Dorax attended by three Soldiers . Emp. Thou mov'st a Tortoise pace to my relief . Take hence that , once a King ; that sullen pride That swells to dumbness ; lay him in the Dungeon , And sink him deep with Irons ; that when he wou'd , He shall not groan to hearing , when I send The next Commands are death . Alm.

Then Prayers are vain as Curses .

Emp. Much at one In a Slaves mouth , against a Monarch's Pow'r . This day thou hast to think ; At night , if thou wilt curse , thou shalt curse kindly ; Then I 'll provoke thy lips ; lay siege so close , That all thy sallying breath shall turn to Blessings . Make haste , seize , force her , bear her hence . Alm. Farewel , my last Sebastian ! I do not beg , I challenge Justice now ; O Pow'rs , if Kings be your peculiar care , Why plays this Wretch with your Prerogative ? Now flash him dead , now crumble him to ashes ; Or henceforth live confin'd in your own Palace ; And look not idely out upon a World That is no longer yours . She is carried off strugling , Emperour and Benducar follow . Sebastian struggles in his Guards Arms , and shakes off one of them , but two others come in , and hold him ; he speaks not all the while . Dor. I find I 'm but a half-strain'd Villain yet ; Aside . But mungril-mischievous ; for my Blood boyl'd , To view this brutal act ; and my stern Soul Tug'd at my arm to draw in her defence . Down thou rebelling Christian in my heart ; Redeem thy fame on this Sebastian first ; Then think on others wrongs , when thine are righted . Walks a turn . But how to right ' em ? on a Slave disarm'd , Defenceless , and submitted to my rage ? A base revenge is vengeance on my self ? walks again . I have it ; and I thank thee , honest head , Thus present to me at my great necessity : — Comes up to Sebastian . You know me not ? Sebast .

I hear Men call thee Dorax .

Dor. 'T is well , you know enough for once : you speak too ; You were struck mute before . Sebast .

Silence became me then .

Dor.

Yet we may talk hereafter .

Seb. Hereafter is not mine : — Dispatch thy work , good Executioner . Dor. None of my blood were hangmen ; add that falshood To a long Bill that yet remains unreckon'd . Seb.

A King and thou can never have a reck'ning .

Dor. A greater summ perhaps than you can pay . Mean time I shall make bold t' increase your debt , ( gives him his Sword ) Take this , and use it at your greatest need . Seb. This hand and this , have been acquainted well ; ( Looks on it . ) It shou'd have come before into my grasp , To kill the Ravisher . Dor. Thou heardst the Tyrants orders ; Guard thy life When 't is attack'd , and guard it like a Man. Seb.

I 'm still without thy meaning but I thank thee .

Dor.

Thank me when I ask thanks ; thank me with that .

Seb.

Such surly kindness did I never see !

( Dorax to the Captain of his Guards . ) Muza , draw out a file , pick man by man , Such who dare dye , and dear will sell their death . Guard him to th' utmost ; now conduct him hence , And treat him as my Person . Seb. Something like That voice methinks I shou'd have somewhere heard : But floods of woes have hurry'd it far off ; Beyond my kenn of Soul. Exit Sebastian with the Soldiers . Dor. But I shall bring him back ungrateful Man , Solus . I shall , and set him full before thy sight , When I shall front thee , like some staring Ghost , With all my wrongs about me . — What so soon Return'd ? This hast is boding . Enter to him Emperor , Benducar , Mufti . Emp. She 's still inexorable , still Imperious ; And loud , as if like Bacchus born in thunder . Be quick , ye false Physicians of my mind , Bring speedy Death or Cure. Bend. What can be counsell'd while Sebastian lives ? The Vine will cling , while the tall poplar stands : But that cut down creeps to the next support , And twines as closely there . Emp.

That 's done with ease , I speak him dead : proceed .

Muf. Proclaim your Marriage with Almeyda next , That Civil Wars may cease ; this gains the Crowd ; Then you may safely force her to your will : For People side with violence and injustice , When done for publick good . Emp.

Preach thou that doctrine .

Bend. Th' unreasonable fool has broach'd a truth Aside . That blasts my hopes ; but since 't is gone so far , He shall divulge Almeyda is a Christian : If that produce no tumult I despair . Emp.

Why speaks not Dorax ?

Dor. Because my Soul abhors to mix with him . Sir , let me bluntly say , you went too far To trust the Preaching pow'r on State Affairs , To him or any Heavenly Demagogue . 'T is a limb lopt from your Prerogative , And so much of Heav'ns Image blotted from you . Muf. Sure thou hast never heard of Holy Men ( So Christians call 'em ) fam'd in State Affairs ; Such as in Spain Ximenes , Albornoz , In England Woolsey ; match me these with Laymen . Dorax . How you triumph in one or two of these , Born to be Statesmen , hap'ning to be Church-men : Thou callst 'em holy ; so their function was ; But tell me , Mufti , which of 'em were Saints ? Next , Sir , to you ; the summ of all is this ; Since he claims pow'r from Heav'n , and not from Kings , When 't is his int'rest , he can int'rest Heav'n To preach you down ; and Ages oft depend On hours , uninterrupted , in the Chair . Emp. I 'll trust his Preaching while I rule his pay . And I dare trust my Affricans , to hear Whatever he dare Preach . Dor. You know 'em not . The genius of your Moors is mutiny ; They scarcely want a Guide to move their madness : Prompt to rebel on every weak pretence , Blustring when courted , crouching when opprest . Wise to themselves , and fools to all the World. Restless in change , and perjur'd to a Proverb . They love Religion sweetn'd to the sense ; A good , luxurious , palatable faith . Thus Vice and Godliness , prepost'rous pair , Ride cheek by joul ; but Churchmen hold the Reins . And , when ere Kings wou'd lower Clergy greatness , They learn too late what pow'r the Preachers have , And whose the Subjects are ; the Mufti knows it ; Nor dares deny what pass'd betwixt us two . Emp.

No more ; what ere he said was by Command .

Dor. Why then no more , since you will hear no more ; Some Kings are resolute to their own ruin . Emp. Without your medling where you are not ask'd , Obey your Orders , and dispatch Sebastian . Dor.

Trust my revenge ; be sure I wish him dead .

Emp. What mean'st thou ! what 's thy wishing to my will ; Dispatch him , rid me of the Man I loath , Dor. I hear you Sir , I 'll take my time and do 't — Emp. Thy time ? what 's all thy time , what 's thy whole life To my one hour of ease ? no more replies , But see thou do'st it ; Or — Dor.

Choak in that threat : I can say Or , as loud .

Emp. 'T is well , I see my words have no effect , But I may send a Message to dispose you . Is going off . Dor.

Expect an answer worthy of that Message .

Muf. The Prophet ow'd him this : Aside . And thank'd be Heav'n , he has it . Bend. By Holy Alha , I conjure you stay , And judge not rashly of so brave a Man. ( Draws the Emperor aside and whispers him . ) I 'll give you reasons why he cannot execute Your Orders now , and why he will hereafter . Muf. Benducar is a fool to bring him off , Aside . I 'll work my own revenge , and speedily . Bend. The Fort is his , the Soldiers hearts are his ; A thousand Christian Slaves are in the Castle , Which he can free to reinforce his pow'r ; Your Troops far off , beleaguering Larache , Yet in the Christians hands . Emp. I grant all this ; But grant me he must dye . Bend. He shall ; by poyson : 'T is here , the deadly drug prepar'd in powder , Hot as Hell fire : — then , to prevent his Soldiers From rising to revenge their Gen'rals death , While he is struggling with his Mortal pangs , The Rabble on the sudden may be rais'd to seize the Castle . Emp.

Do 't ; 't is left to thee .

Bend.

Yet more ; but clear your brow ; for he observes .

( They whisper again . ) Dor. What will the Fav'rite prop my falling fortunes , O Prodigie of Court ! Aside . Emperor and Benducar return to Dorax . Emp. Your Friend has fully clear'd your Innocence ; I was too hasty to condemn unheard , And you perhaps too prompt in your replies . As far as fits the Majesty of Kings , I ask excuse . Dor.

I 'm sure I meant it well .

Emp. I know you did : — this to our love renew'd . — Emperor drinks . Benducar fill to Dorax . Benducar turns and mixes a powder in it . Dor. Let it go round for all of us have need To quench our heats ; 't is the Kings health Benducar . — He drinks . And I wou'd pledge it though I knew 't were poyson . Bend. Another Bowl , for what the King has touch'd , Drinks out of another Bowl . And you have pledg'd , is sacred to your loves . — Muf. Since Charity becomes my calling , thus Let me provoke your friendship : and heav'n bless it As I intend it well . — Drinks ; and turning aside pours some drops out of a little Vial into the Bowl ; then presents it to Dorax . Dor. Heav'n make thee honest , On that condition we shall soon be friends . — Drinks . Muf. Yes , at our meeting in another World ; Aside . For thou hast drunk thy passport out of this . Not the Nonacrian fount , nor Lethe's Lake , Cou'd sooner numb thy nimble faculties Than this , to sleep eternal . Emp. Now farewel Dorax ; this was our first quarrel , And I dare prophesie will prove our last . Exit Emperor with Benducar and the Mufti . Dor. It may be so : I 'm strangely discompos'd ; Quick shootings through my limbs , and pricking pains , Qualms at my heart , Convulsions in my nerves , Shiv'rings of cold , and burnings of my entrails Within my little World make medley War , Lose and regain , beat and are beaten back ; As momentary Victors quit their ground . Can it be poyson ! poyson's of one tenour , Or hot or cold ; this neither , and yet both . Some deadly Draught , some enemy of life Boils in my bowels , and works out my Soul. Ingratitude 's the growth of ev'ry Clime ; Affrick , the Scene remov'd , is Portugal . Of all Court-service learn the common lot ; To day 't is done , to morrow 't is forgot . Oh were that all ! my honest Corps must lye Expos'd to scorn , and publick Infamy : My shameful Death will be divulg'd alone ; The worth and honour of my Soul unknown . Exit .
Scene 2. Is a Night Scene of the Mufti 's Garden where an Arbour is discover'd . Enter Antonio . Ant.

SHE names her self Morayma ; the Mufti 's only Daughter , and a Virgin ! This is the time and place that she appointed in her letter , yet she comes not . Why thou sweet delicious Creature , why to torture me with thy delay ! dar'st thou be false to thy Assignation ? What , in the cool and silence of the night , and to a new Lover ? Pox on the Hypocrite thy Father , for instructing thee so little in the sweetest point of his Religion . Hark , I hear the rustling of her Silk Mantle . Now she comes ; now she comes ; no , hang 't , that was but the whistling of the wind through the Orange Trees . Now again , I hear the pit a pat of a pretty foot through the dark Alley : No , 't is the Son of a Mare that 's broken loose and munching upon the Melons : — Oh the misery of an expecting Lover ! Well I 'll e'en despair , go into my Arbour , and try to sleep ; in a dream I shall enjoy her in despight of her . Goes into the Arbour and lyes down .

Enter Johayma wrapt up in a Moorish Mantle . Joh.

Thus far my love has carry'd me , almost without my knowledg whither I was going : Shall I go on , shall I discover my self ! — What an injury am I doing to my old Husband ! — Yet what injury , since he 's old , and has three Wives and six Concubines besides me ! 'T is but stealing my own Tythe from him .

She comes a little nearer the Arbour . Antonio raising himself a little and looking .

At last 't is she : this is no illusion I am sure ; 't is a true She-devil of Flesh and Blood ; and she cou'd never have taken a fitter time to tempt me . —

Joh. He 's young and handsome . — Ant.

Yes , well enough I thank nature . Aside .

Joh.

And I am yet neither old nor ugly : sure he will not refuse me .

Ant.

No , thou mayst pawn thy Maiden-head upon 't he wonnot . Aside .

Joh.

The Mufti wou'd feast himself upon other Women , and keep me fasting .

Ant.

O , the holy Curmudgeon ! Aside .

Joh.

Wou'd Preach abstinence , and practice luxury ! but I thank my Stars , I have edify'd more by his example than his precept .

Anton.

Most divinely argu'd ; she 's the best Casuist in all Affrick . Aside .

He rushes out and embraces her .

I can hold no longer from embracing thee my dear Morayma : the old unconscionable Whorson thy Father , cou'd he expect cold chastity from a Child of his begetting ?

Joh.

What nonsense do you talk ? do you take me for the Mufti 's Daughter ?

Ant.

Why are you not Madam ?

throwing off her Barnus . Joh.

I find you had an appointment with Morayma .

Ant.

By all that 's good , the nauseous Wife . Aside .

Joh.

What you are confounded and stand mute ?

Ant.

Somewhat nonplust I confess ; to hear you deny your name so positively ; why are not you Morayma the Mufti 's Daughter ? Did not I see you with him , did not he present me to you ? Were you not so charitable as to give me Money ? Ay and to tread upon my foot , and squeeze my hand too , if I may be so bold to remember you of past favours .

Joh.

And you see I am come to make 'em good , but I am neither Morayma nor the Mufti 's Daughter .

Ant.

Nay , I know not that : but I am sure he is old enough to be your Father : and either Father , or Reverend Father , I heard you call him .

Johayma ,

Once again , how came you to name Morayma ?

Ant.

Another damn'd mistake of mine : For , asking one of my fellow Slaves , who were the chief Ladies about the house ; he answer'd me Morayma and Johayma ; but she it seems is his Daughter , with a Pox to her , and you are his beloved Wife .

Joh.

Say your beloved Mistris , if you please ; for that 's the Title I desire . This Moon-shine grows offensive to my Eyes , come , shall we walk into the Arbor ? There we may rectifie all mistakes .

Ant.

That 's close and dark .

Joh.

And are those faults to Lovers ?

Ant.

But there I cannot please my self , with the sight of your beauty .

Joh.

Perhaps you may do better .

Ant.

But there 's not a breath of air stirring .

Joh.

The breath of Lovers is the sweetest air ; but you are fearful .

Ant. I am considering , indeed , that if I am taken with you . — Joh.

The best way to avoid it , is to retire , where we may not be discover'd .

Ant.

Where lodges your Husband ?

Joh.

Just against the face of this open Walk .

Ant.

Then he has seen us already , for ought I know .

Joh.

You make so many Difficulties , I fear I am displeasing to you .

Ant.

aside . If Morayma comes and takes me in the Arbor with her , I have made a fine exchange of that Diamond for this Pebble .

Joh.

You are much fall'n off , let me tell you , from the fury of your first embrace .

Ant.

I confess , I was somewhat too furious at first , but you will forgive the transport of my passion ; now I have consider'd it better , I have a qualm of Conscience .

Joh.

Of Conscience ! Why , what has Conscience to do with two young Lovers that have opportunity ?

Ant.

Why truly Conscience is something to blame for interposing in our matters : But how can I help it , if I have a Scruple to betray my Master ?

Joh.

There must be something more in it ; for your Conscience was very quiet when you took me for Morayma .

Ant.

I grant you , Madam , when I took you for his Daughter : For then I might have made you an honorable amends by Marriage .

Joh.

You Christians are such peeking Sinners , you tremble at a Shadow in the Moon-shine .

Ant.

And you Affricans are such Termagants , you stop at nothing . I must be plain with you , you are married , and to a Holy Man , the Head of your Religion : Go back to your Chamber , go back , I say , and consider of it for this night ; as I will do on my part : I will be true to you , and invent all the Arguments I can to comply with you ; and who knows , but at our next meeting , the sweet Devil may have more power over me : I am true flesh and blood , I can tell you that for your comfort .

Joh.

Flesh without blood I think thou art ; or if any , 't is as cold as that of Fishes . But I 'll teach thee , to thy cost , what Vengeance is in store for refusing a Lady , who has offer'd thee her Love : — Help , Help , there ; will no body come to my assistance ?

Ant.

What do you mean , Madam , for Heaven's sake peace ; your Husband will hear you ; think of your own danger , if you will not think of mine .

Joh.

Ingrateful Wretch , thou deserv'st no pity : Help , Help , Husband , or I shall be ravish'd : The Villain will be too strong for me . Help , help , for pity of a poor distressed Creature .

Ant.

Then I have nothing but impudence to assist me : I must drown her clamor what e'er comes on 't .

He takes out his Flute , and plays as loud as he can possibly , and she continues crying out . Enter the Mufti in his Night-gown , and two Servants . Mufti ,

O thou Villain , what horrible impiety art thou committing ? What ravishing the Wife of my Bosom ? Take him away , ganch him , impale him , rid the World of such a Monster .

Servants seize him . Ant.

Mercy , dear Master , Mercy : Hear me first , and after , if I have deserved hanging , spare me not : What have you seen to provoke you to this cruelty ?

Mufti ,

I have heard the out-crys of my Wife ; the bleatings of the poor innocent Lamb : Seen nothing , say'st thou ? If I see the Lamb lye bleeding , and the Butcher by her with his Knife drawn and bloody , is not that evidence sufficient of the Murther ? I come too late , and the Execution is already done .

Ant.

Pray think in reason , Sir , is a Man to be put to death for a similitude ? No Violence has been committed ; none intended : The Lamb 's alive ; and if I durst tell you so , no more a Lamb than I am a Butcher .

Joh.

How 's that , Villain , dar'st thou accuse me ?

Ant.

Be patient Madam , and speak but truth , and I 'll do any thing to serve you : I say again , and swear it too , I 'll do any thing to serve you .

Joh.

aside . I understand him ; but I fear , 't is now too late to save him : — Pray hear him speak , Husband ; perhaps he may say something for himself ; I know not .

Mufti ,

Speak thou , has he not violated my Bed and thy Honor ?

Joh.

I forgive him freely ; for he has done nothing : What he will do hereafter , to make me satisfaction , himself best knows .

Ant.

Any thing , any thing , sweet Madam : I shall refuse no drudgery .

Muf.

But , did he mean no mischief ? Was he endeavouring nothing ?

Joh.

In my Conscience , I begin to doubt he did not .

Muf.

'T is impossible : Then what meant all those out-crys ?

Joh.

I heard Musick in the Garden , and at an unseasonable time of night ; and I stole softly out of my Bed , as imagining it might be he .

Muf.

How 's that Johayma ? Imagining it was he , and yet you went ?

Joh.

Why not , my Lord ? Am not I the Mistris of the Family ? And is it not my place to see good Orders kept in it ? I thought he might have allur'd some of the Shee-slaves to him ; and was resolv'd to prevent what might have been betwixt him and them ; when on the sudden he rush'd out upon me , caught me in his arms , with such a fury . —

Muf. I have heard enough , away with him . — Joh.

Mistaking me , no doubt , for one of his fellow Slaves : With that , affrighted as I was , I discover'd my self , and cry'd aloud : But as soon as ever he knew me , the Villain let me go , and I must needs say , he started back , as if I were some Serpent ; and was more afraid of me than I of him .

Muf.

O thou corrupter of my Family , that 's cause enough of death ; once again , away with him .

Joh.

What , for an intended Trespass ? No harm has been done , whatever may be . He cost you five hundred Crowns I take it . —

Muf.

Thou say'st true , a very considerable Sum : He shall not dye , tho he had committed folly with a Slave ; 't is too much to lose by him .

Ant.

My only fault has ever been to love playing in the dark , and the more she cry'd , the more I play'd ; that it might be seen I intended nothing to her .

Muf.

To your Kennel , Sirrah , mortifie your flesh , and consider in whose Family you are .

Joh.

And one thing more ; remember from henceforth to obey better .

Muf.

aside . For all her smoothness , I am not quite cur'd of my Jealousie ; but I have thought of a way that will clear my doubts .

Exit Mufti with Johayma and Servants . Ant.

I am mortify'd sufficiently already , without the help of his ghostly Counsel . Fear of Death has gone farther with me in two Minutes , than my Conscience wou'd have gone in two Months . I find my self in a very dejected condition ▪ all over me ; poor Sin lyes dormant , Concupiscence is retir'd to his winter quarters ; and if Morayma shou'd now appear , I say no more , but alas for her and me !

( Morayma comes out of the Arbour ; she steals behind him , and claps him on the back . ) Morayma ,

And if Morayma shou'd appear , as she does appear , alas you say for her and you !

Antonio ,

Art thou there , my sweet temptation ! my Eyes , my Life , my Soul , my all !

Morayma ,

A mighty Complement , when all these , by your own Confession , are just nothing .

Ant.

Nothing , till thou cam'st to new create me ; thou dost not know the power of thy own Charms : let me embrace thee , and thou shalt see how quickly I can turn wicked .

Morayma

stepping back . Nay , if you are so dangerous , 't is best keeping you at a distance ; I have no mind to warm a frozen Snake in my bosom ; he may chance to recover , and sting me for my pains .

Ant.

Consider what I have suffer'd for thy sake already ; and make me some amends : two disappointments in a night , O cruel Creature !

Mor.

And you may thank your self for both : I came eagerly to the Charge , before my time , through the back walk behind the Arbour ; and you , like a fresh-water Soldier , stood guarding the Pass before : if you miss'd the Enemy , you may thank your own dulness .

Anton.

Nay , if you will be using stratagems , you shall give me leave to make use of my advantages , now I have you in my power : we are fairly met ; I 'll try it out , and give no quarter .

Mor.

By your favour , Sir , we meet upon treaty now , and not upon defiance .

Ant.

If that be all , you shall have Carte blanche immediately ; for I long to be ratifying .

Mor.

No , now I think on 't , you are already enter'd into Articles with my Enemy Johayma : Any thing to serve you Madam ; I shall refuse no drudgery : whose words were those Gentleman ? was that like a Cavalier of honour ?

Anton.

Not very heroick ; but self preservation is a point above Honour and Religion too — Antonio was a Rogue I must confess ; but you must give me leave to love him .

Mor.

To beg your life so basely ; and to present your Sword to your Enemy ; Oh Recreant !

Ant.

If I had died honourably , my fame indeed wou'd have sounded loud , but I shou'd never have heard the blast : Come , don't make your self worse natur'd than you are : to save my life , you wou'd be content I shou'd promise any thing .

Mor.

Yes , if I were sure you wou'd perform nothing .

Ant.

Can you suspect I wou'd leave you for Johayma ?

Mor.

No ; but I can expect you wou'd have both of us : Love is covetous , I must have all of you ; heart for heart is an equal truck . In short , I am younger ; I think handsomer ; and am sure I love you better , she has been my step-mother these fifteen years : you think that 's her face you see , but 't is only a dawb'd Vizard : she wears an Armour of proof upon 't : an inch thick of Paint , besides the Wash : her Face is so fortifi'd that you can make no approaches to it , without a Shovel . But for her constancy , I can tell you for your comfort , she will love till death , I mean till yours : for when she has worn you out , she will certainly dispatch you to another world , for fear of telling tales ; as she has already serv'd three Slaves , your Predecessors of happy memory in her favours . She has made my pious Father a three pil'd Cuckold to my knowledg : and now she wou'd be robbing me of my single Sheep too .

Ant.

Prithee prevent her then ; and at least take the shearing of me first .

Mor.

No ; I 'll have a Butchers Pen'worth of you ; first secure the Carcass , and then take the fleece into the bargain .

Ant.

Why sure , you did not put your self and me to all this trouble , for a dry come off : by this hand — ( taking it : )

Mor.

Which you shall never touch ; but upon better assurances than you imagine . ( Pulling her hand away . )

Ant.

I 'll marry thee , and make a Christian of thee thou pretty damn'd Infidel .

Mor.

I mean you shall : but no earnest , till the bargain be made before witness : there 's love enough to be had , and as much as you can turn you to ; never doubt it , but all upon honourable terms .

Ant.

I vow and swear by Love ; and he 's a Deity in all Religions .

Mor.

But never to be trusted in any : he has another name too , of a worse sound . Shall I trust an Oath , when I see your Eyes languishing , your Cheeks flushing , and can hear your heart throbbing ? no , I 'll not come near you : He 's a foolish Physitian who will feel the pulse of a Patient , that has the Plague-spots upon him .

Ant.

Did one ever hear a little Moppet , argue so perversly against so good a Cause ! Come , prithee , let me anticipate a little of my Revenue .

Mor.

You wou'd feign be fingring your Rents before-hand ; but that makes a man an ill Husband ever after . Consider , Marriage is a painful Vocation , as you shall prove it , manage your Incomes as thriftily as you can , you shall find a hard task on 't , to make even at the years end , and yet to live decently .

Ant.

I came with a Christian intention , to revenge my self upon thy Father ; for being the head of a false Religion .

Mor.

And so you shall ; I offer you his Daughter for your Second : but since you are so pressing , meet me under my Window , to morrow night , body for body , about this hour ; I 'll slip down out of my Lodging , and bring my Father in my hand .

Ant.

How , thy Father !

Mor.

I mean all that 's good of him ; his Pearls , and Jewels , his whole contents , his heart , and Soul ; as much as ever I can carry . I 'll leave him his Alchoran ; that 's revenue enough for him : every page of it is Gold and Diamonds . He has the turn of an Eye , a demure Smile , and a godly Cant , that are worth Millions to him . I forgot to tell you , that I will have a Slave prepar'd at the Postern gate , with two Horses ready sadled : no more , for I fear , I may be miss'd ; and think I hear 'em calling me , — if you have constancy and Courage . —

Ant.

Never doubt it : and love , in abundance to wander with thee all the World over .

Mor. The value of twelve hundred thousand Crowns in a Casket ! — Ant.

A heavy burden Heaven knows ! but we must pray for patience to support it .

Mor.

Besides a willing Titt that will venture her Corps with you : — Come , I know you long to have a parting blow with me ; and therefore to shew I am in Charity — ( He kisses her . )

Ant.

Once more , for pity ; that I may keep the flavour upon my lips till we meet again .

Mor.

No ; frequent Charities make bold Beggars : and besides I have learnt of a Falconer , never to feed up a Hawk when I wou'd have him fly : that 's enough — but if you will be nibling , here 's a hand to stay your stomach . ( Kissing her hand . )

Anton. Thus Conquer'd Infidels , that Wars may cease , Are forc'd to give their hands , and sign the Peace . Mor. Thus Christians are outwitted by the Foe ; You had her in your Pow'r , and let her go . If you release my hand , the fault 's not mine , You shou'd have made me seal , as well as sign . She runs off , he follows her to the door ; then comes back again , and goes out at the other .
ACT IV.
Scene 1. Benducar 's Pallace in the Castle of Alcazar . Bend. MY future Fate , the colour of my life , Solus . My all depends on this important hour : This hour my Lott is weighing in the Scales , And Heav'n , perhaps , is doubting what to do . Almeyda and a Crown , have push'd me forward ; 'T is fix'd , the Tyrant must not ravish her : He and Sebastian stand betwixt my hopes ; He most ; and therefore first to be dispatch'd . These and a thousand things are to be done In the short compass of this rowling Night , And nothing yet perform'd , None of my Emissaries yet return'd . Enter Haly — First Servant . Oh Haly , thou hast held me long in pain . What hast thou learnt of Dorax ? is he dead ? Haly , Two hours I warily have watch'd his Palace ; All doors are shut , no Servant peeps abroad ; Some Officers with striding hast pass'd in , While others outward went on quick dispatch ; Sometimes hush'd silence seem'd to reign within ; Then Cries confus'd , and a joint clamour follow'd ; Then Lights went gliding by , from room to room , And shot like thwarting Meteors cross the house : Not daring farther to enquire : I came With speed , to bring you this imperfect news . Bend. Hence I conclude him either dead or dying : His mournful Friends , summon'd to take their leaves , Are throng'd about his Couch , and sit in Council , What those Caballing Captains may design , I must prevent , By being first in Action . To Muley Zeydan fly with speed , desire him To take my last instructions ; tell th' importance And hast his presence here . Exit Haly. How has this Poison lost its wonted way ? It shou'd have burnt its passage , not have linger'd In the blind Labyrinths and crooked turnings Of human Composition ; now it moves Like a slow Fire that works against the Wind , As if his stronger Stars had interpos'd . Enter Hamet . Well Hamet , are our Friends the Rabble rais'd ? From Mustafa , what Message ? Hamet , What you wish : The streets are thicker in this noon of Night : Than at the Mid-day Sun : a drowzy horrour Sits on their Eyes , like fear not well awake , All crowd in heaps , as at a Night Alarm The Bees drive out upon each others backs , T' imboss their Hives in clusters ; all ask news : Their busie Captain runs the weary round To whisper Orders ; and commanding silence Makes not noise cease ; but deafens it to murmurs . Bend.

Night wasts apace : when , when will he appear ?

Hamet ,

He only waits your Summons .

Bend. Hast their coming . Let secrecy and silence be enjoin'd In their close march : what news from the Lieutenant ? Hamet , I left him at the Gate , firm to your Interest , T' admit the Townsmen at their first appearance . Bend. Thus far 't is well : go hasten Mustafa . Exit Ham. Enter Orchan the Third Servant . O , Orchan , did I think thy diligence Wou'd lag behind the rest ? what from the Mufti ? Orchan , I sought him round his Palace ; made enquiry Of all the Slaves : in short , I us'd your name And urg'd th' importance home ; but had for answer That since the shut of Evening none had seen him . Bend. O the curst fate of all Conspiracies ! They move on many Springs , if one but fail The restiff Machine stops . — In an ill hour he 's absent ; 'T is the first time , and sure will be the last That e'er a Mufti was not in the way , When Tumult and Rebellion shou'd be broach'd . Stay by me ; thou art resolute and faithful ; I have Employment worthy of thy Arm. Walks . Enter Muley Zeydan . Muley Zeyd . You see me come impatient of my hopes , And eager as the Courser for the Race : Is all in readiness ? Bend.

All but the Mufti .

Mul. Zeyd .

We must go on without him .

Bend. True we must ; For 't is ill stopping in the full Career , How e'er the leap be dangerous and wide . Orchan looking out . I see the blaze of Torches from afar ; And hear the trampling of thick beating feet ; This way they move . Bend. No doubt the Emperour . We must not be surpriz'd in Conference . Trust to my management the Tyrants death ; And hast your self to join with Mustafa . The Officer who guards the Gate is yours ; When you have gain'd that Pass , divide your Force ; Your self in Person head one chosen half , And march t' oppress the Faction in Consult With dying Dorax : Fate has driv'n 'em all Into the Net : you must be bold and sudden : Spare none , and if you find him strugling yet With pangs of Death , trust not his rowling Eyes And heaving gasps ; for Poison may be false , The home-thrust of a friendly Sword is sure . Mul. Zeyd . Doubt not my Conduct : they shall be surpriz'd ; Mercy may wait without the Gate one Night , At Morn I 'll take her in . — Bend. Here lies your way , You meet your Brother there . Mul. Zeyd . May we ne'er meet : For , like the Twins of Leda , when I mount He gallops down the Skies . — Exit Muley Zeyd . Bend. He comes : now Heart Be rib'd with Iron for this one attempt : Set ope thy Sluces , send the vigorous bloud Through every active Limb for my relief : Then , take thy rest within thy quiet Cell , For thou shalt drum no more . Enter Muley Moluch and Guards attending him . Mul. Mol. What news of our Affairs , and what of Dorax ? Is he no more ? say that , and make me happy . Bend. May all your Enemies be like that Dog , Whose parting Soul is lab'ring at the Lips. Mul. Mol.

The People , are they rais'd ?

Bend. And Marshall'd too ; Just ready for the March. Mul. Mol.

Then I 'm at ease .

Bend. The Night is yours , the glitt'ring Hoast of Heav'n Shines but for you ; but most the Star of Love , That twinckles you to fair Almeyda's Bed. Oh there 's a joy , to melt in her embrace , Dissolve in pleasures ; And make the gods curse Immortality , That so they cou'd not dye . But haste , and make 'em yours . Mul. Mol. I will ; and yet A kind of weight hangs heavy at my Heart ; My flagging Soul flyes under her own pitch ; Like Fowl in air too damp , and lugs along , As if she were a body in a body , And not a mounting substance made of Fire . My Senses too are dull and stupifi'd , Their edge rebated ; sure some ill approaches , And some kind Spirit knocks softly at my Soul , To tell me Fate 's at hand . Bend. Mere Fancies all . Your Soul has been beforehand with your Body , And drunk so deep a Draught of promis'd bliss , She slumbers o'er the Cup ; no danger's near , But of a Surfeit at too full a Feast . Mul. Mol. It may be so ; it looks so like the Dream That overtook me at my waking hour This Morn ; and Dreams they say are then divine , When all the balmy Vapors are exhal'd , And some o'er-pow'ring God continues sleep . 'T was then methought Almeyda , smiling , came Attended with a Train of all her Race , Whom in the rage of Empire I had murther'd . But now , no longer Foes , they gave me Joy Of my new Conquest , and with helping hands Heav'd me into our Holy Prophet's arms , Who bore me in a purple Cloud to Heav'n . Bend. Good Omen , Sir , I wish you in that Heaven ▪ Your Dream portends you . Which presages death . — Aside . Mul. Mol. Thou too wert there ; And thou methought didst push me from below , With thy full force to Paradise . Bend.

Yet better .

Mul. Mol.

Ha! What 's that grizly Fellow that attends thee ?

Bend.

Why ask you Sir ?

Mul. Mol. For he was in my Dream ; And help'd to heave me up . Bend. With Pray'rs and Wishes ; For I dare swear him honest . Mul. Mol. That may be ; But yet he looks Damnation . Bend. You forget , The Face wou'd please you better : Do you love , And can you thus forbear ? Mul. Mol. I 'll head my People ; Then think of dalliance , when the danger 's o'er . My warlike Spirits work now another way ; And my Soul 's tun'd to Trumpets . Bend. You debase your self , To think of mixing with th' ignoble Herd . Let such perform the fervile Work of War , Such who have no Almeyda to enjoy . What shall the People know their God-like Prince Skulk'd in a nightly Skirmish ? Stole a Conquest , Headed a Rabble , and profan'd his Person , Shoulder'd with Filth , born in a tide of Ordure , And stifled with their rank offensive Sweat ? Mul. Mol. I am off again : I will not prostitute The Regal Dignity so far , to head ' em . Bend. There spoke a King. Dismiss your Guards to be employ'd elsewhere In ruder Combats : You will want no Seconds In those Alarms you seek . Mul. Mol. Go joyn the Crowd ; to the Guards . Benducar ; thou shalt lead 'em , in my place . Exeunt Guards . The God of Love once more has shot his Fires Into my Soul ; and my whole Heart receives him . Almeyda now returns with all her Charms ; I feel her as she glides along my Veins , And dances in my Blood : So when our Prophet Had long been ham'ring in his lonely Cell , Some dull , insipid , tedious Paradise , A brisk Arabian Girl came tripping by ; Passing she cast at him a side-long glance , And look'd behind in hopes to be pursu'd : He took the hint , embrac'd the flying Fair ; And having found his Heav'n , he fix'd it there . Exit Mul. Mol. Bend. That Paradise thou never shalt possess . His death is easie now , his Guards are gone ; And I can sin but once to seize the Throne . All after Acts are sanctify'd by pow'r . Orchan .

Command my Sword and Life .

Bend. I thank thee Orchan , And shall reward thy Faith : This Master Key Frees every Lock , and leads us to his Person : And shou'd we miss our blow , as Heav'n forbid , Secures retreat : Leave open all behind us ; And first set wide the Mufti 's Garden Gate , Which is his private passage to the Palace . For there our Mutineers appoint to meet , And thence we may have aid . Now sleep ye Stars That silently o'erwatch the fate of Kings ; Be all propitious Influences barr'd , And none but murd'rous Planets mount the Guard. Exit with Orcha·
A Night Scene of the Mufti 's Garden . Enter the Mufti alone , in a Slave's habit , like that of Antonio . Mufti ,

This 't is to have a sound Head-piece ; by this I h●●● got to be chief of my Religion ; that is , honestly speaking 〈◊〉 teach others what I neither know nor believe my self . F●● what 's Mahomet to me , but that I get by him ? Now for my Policy of this night : I have mew'd up my suspected Spouse in her Chamber . No more Embassies to that lusty young Stallion of a Gardiner . Next my habit of a Slave ; I have made my self as like him as I can , all but his youth and vigor ; which when I had , I pass'd my time as well as any of my Holy Predecessors . Now walking under the Windows of my Seraglio , if Johayma look out , she will certainly take me for Antonio , and call to me ; and by that I shall know what Concupiscence is working in her ; she cannot come down to commit Iniquity , there 's my safety ; but if she peep , if she put her Nose abroad , there 's demonstration of her pious Will : And I 'll not make the first precedent for a Church-man to forgive Injuries .

Enter Morayma running to him with a Casket in her hand , and embracing him . Mor.

Now I can embrace you with a good Conscience ; here are the Pearls and Jewels , here 's my Father .

Muf.

I am indeed thy Father ; but how the Devil didst thou know me in this disguise ? And what Pearls and Jewels dost thou mean ?

Mor.

going back , — What have I done , and what will now become of me !

Muf.

Art thou mad , Morayma ?

Mor.

I think you 'll make me so .

Muf.

Why , what have I done to thee ? Recollect thy self , and speak sense to me .

Mor.

Then give me leave to tell you , you are the worst of Fathers .

Muf.

Did I think I had begotten such a Monster ? Proceed my dutiful Child , proceed , proceed .

Mor.

You have been raking together a mass of Wealth , by indirect and wicked means ; the Spoils of Orphans are in these Jewels , and the Tears of Widows in these Pearls .

Muf.

Thou amazest me !

Mor.

I wou'd do so . This Casket is loaded with your Sins ; 't is the Cargo of Rapines , Simony , and Extortions ; the Iniquity of thirty Years Muftiship , converted into Diamonds .

Muf.

Wou'd some rich rayling Rogue would say as much to me , that I might squeeze his Purse for scandal .

Mor.

No Sir , you get more by pious Fools than Raylers , when you insinuate into their Families , manage their Fortunes while they live , and beggar their Heirs by getting Legacies when they dye . And do you think I 'll be the receiver of your Theft ? I discharge my Conscience of it : Here take again your filthy Mammon , and restore it you had best to the true Owners .

Muf.

I am finely documented by my own Daughter .

Mor.

And a great credit for me to be so : Do but think how decent a Habit you have on , and how becoming your Function to be disguis'd like a Slave , and eyes-dropping under the Womens Windows , to be saluted , as you deserve it richly , with a Piss-pot : If I had not known you casually by your shambling gate , and a certain reverend awkardness that is natural to all of your Function , here you had been expos'd to the laughter of your own Servants ; who have been in search of you through your whole Seraglio , peeping under every Petticoat to find you .

Muf.

Prithee Child reproach me no more of human Failings ; they are but a little of the pitch and spots of the World that are still sticking on me ; but I hope to scour 'em out in time : I am better at bottom than thou think'st ; I am not the Man thou tak'st me for .

Mor.

No , to my sorrow Sir you are not .

Muf.

It was a very odd beginning , tho methought , to see thee come running in upon me with such a warm embrace ; prithee what was the meaning of that violent hot Hug ?

Mor.

I am sure I meant nothing by it , but the zeal and affection which I bear to the Man of the World , whom I may love lawfully .

Muf.

But thou wilt not teach me at this age the nature of a close Embrace ?

Mor.

No indeed ; for my Mother in Law complains , that you are past teaching : But if you mistook my innocent Embrace for Sin , I wish heartily it had been given where it wou'd have been more acceptable .

Muf.

Why , this is as it shou'd be now : Take the Treasure again , it can never be put into better hands .

Mor.

Yes , to my knowledg but it might . I have confess'd my Soul to you , if you can understand me rightly ; I never disobey'd you till this night , and now since through the violence of my Passion , I have been so unfortunate , I humbly beg your pardon , your blessing , and your leave , that upon the first opportunity , I may go for ever from your sight ; for Heaven knows , I never desire to see you more .

Muf.

Wiping his Eyes . Thou mak'st me weep at thy unkindness ; indeed dear Daughter we will not part .

Mor.

Indeed dear Daddy but we will.

Muf.

Why if I have been a little pilfering , or so , I take it bitterly of thee to tell me of it ; since it was to make thee rich ; and I hope a Man may make bold with his own Soul , without offence to his own Child : Here take the jewels again , take 'em I charge thee upon thy Obedience .

Mor.

Well then , in vertue of Obedience I will take 'em ; but on my Soul , I had rather they were in a better hand .

Muf.

Meaning mine , I know it .

Mor.

Meaning his whom I love better than my life .

Muf.

That 's me again .

Mor.

I wou'd have you think so .

Muf.

How thy good nature works upon me ; well I can do no less than venture damning for thee , and I may put fair for it , if the Rabble be order'd to rise to Night .

Enter Antonio in an Affrican rich habit . Ant.

What do you mean my Dear , to stand talking in this suspicious place , just underneath Johayma's Window ? ( to the Mufti ) You are well met Comerade , I know you are the friend of our flight ? are the horses ready at the postern gate ?

Muf.

Antonio , and in disguise ! now I begin to smell a rat .

Ant.

And I another , that out-stinks it ; false Morayma , hast thou thus betray'd me to thy Father !

Mor.

Alas , I was betray'd my self : He came disguis'd like you , and I poor Innocent ran into his hands .

Muf.

In good time you did so ; I laid a trap for a Bitch Fox , and a worse Vermine has caught himself in it : you wou'd fain break loose now , though you left a limb behind you ; but I am yet in my own Territories and in call of Company , that 's my comfort .

Antonio , taking him by the throat .

No ; I have a trick left to put thee past thy squeeking : I have giv'n thee the quinzey ; that ungracious tongue shall Preach no more false Doctrin .

Mor.

What do you mean ? you will not throttle him ? consider he 's my Father .

Ant.

Prithee let us provide first for our own safety ; if I do not consider him , he will consider us with a vengeance afterwards .

Mor.

You may threaten him for crying out , but for my sake give him back a little cranny of his Wind-pipe , and some part of Speech .

Ant.

Not so much as one single Interjection : Come away Father-in-Law , this is no place for Dialogues , when you are in the Mosque you talk by hours , and there no Man must interrupt you ; this is but like for like , good Father-in-Law ; now I am in the Pulpit 't is your turn to hold your tongue .

He struggles .

Nay if you will be hanging back , I shall take care you shall hang forward .

( Pulls him along the Stage ; with his Sword at his reins . ) Mor.

T'other way to the Arbour with him ; and make hast before we are discover'd .

Ant.

If I only bind and gag him there , he may commend me hereafter for civil usage ; he deserves not so much favour by any action of his life .

Mor.

Yes , pray bate him one , for begetting your Mistress .

Ant.

I wou'd , if he had not thought more of thy Mother than of thee ; once more come along in silence , my Pythagorean Father-in-Law .

Joh.

At the Balcony . — A Bird in a Cage may peep at least ; though she must not fly ; what bustle's there beneath my Window ? Antonio by all my hopes , I know him by his habit ; but what makes that Woman with him , and a Friend , a Sword drawn , and hasting hence ? this is no time for silence : Who 's within , call there , where are the Servants , why Omar , Abedin , Hassan and the rest , make hast and run into the Garden ; there are Thieves and Villains ; arm all the Family , and stop ' em .

Antonio turning back .

O that Schriech Owl at the Window ! we shall be pursu'd immediatly ; which way shall we take ?

Morayma ( giving him the Casket . )

'T is impossible to escape them ; for the way to our Horses lyes back again by the House ; and then we shall meet 'em full in the teeth ; here take these Jewels ; thou may'st leap the Walls and get away .

Ant.

And what will become of thee then poor kind Soul ?

Mor.

I must take my fortune ; when you are got safe into your own Country , I hope you will bestow a sigh on the memory of her who lov'd you !

Ant.

It makes me mad , to think how many a good night will be lost betwixt us ! take back thy Jewels ; 't is an empty Casket without thee ; besides I shou'd never leap well with the weight of all thy Fathers sins about me , thou and they had been a bargain .

Mor.

Prithee take 'em , 't will help me to be reveng'd on him .

Ant.

No ; they 'll serve to make thy peace with him .

Mor.

I hear 'em coming ; shift for your self at least ; remember I am yours for ever .

( Servants crying this way , this way , behind the Scenes . ) Ant.

And I but the empty shadow of my self without thee ! farewel Father-in-Law , that shou'd have been , if I had not been curst in my Mothers belly — Now which way fortune . —

( Runs amazedly backwards and forwards . ) Servants within . Follow , follow , yonder are the Villains . Ant.

O here 's a gate open ; but it leads into the Castle ; yet I must venture it . Going out .

( A shout behind the Scenes where Antonio is going out ) Ant.

There 's the Rabble in a Mutiny ; what is the Devil up at Midnight ! — however 't is good herding in a Crowd .

Runs out . ( Mufti runs to Morayma and lays hold on her , then snatches away the Casket . ) Muf.

Now , to do things in order , first I seize upon the Bag , and then upon the Baggage : for thou art but my flesh and blood , but these are my Life and Soul.

Mor.

Then let me follow my flesh and blood , and keep to your self your Life and Soul.

Muf.

Both or none ; come away to durance .

Mor.

Well , if it must be so , agreed ; for I have another trick to play you ; and thank your self for what shall follow .

Enter Servants . Joh.

From above . One of them took through the private way into the Castle ; follow him be sure , for these are yours already .

Mor.

Help here quickly Omar Abedin ; I have hold on the Villain that stole my jewels ; but 't is a lusty Rogue , and he will prove too strong for me ; what , help I say , do you not know your Masters Daughter ?

Muf.

Now if I cry out they will know my voice ; and then I am disgrac'd for ever : O thou art a venomous Cockatrice !

Mor.

Of your own begetting . The Servants seize him .

First Servant .

What a glorious deliverance have you had Madam from this bloody-minded Christian !

Mor.

Give me back my Jewels , and carry this notorious Malefactor to be punish'd by my Father .

I 'll hunt the other dry-foot . ( Takes the Jewels and runs out after Antonio at the same Passage . )

First Servant .

I long to be handselling his hide , before we bring him to my Master .

Second Servant .

Hang him , for an old Covetous Hypocrite : he deserves a worse punishment himself for keeping us so hardly .

First Servant .

Ay , wou'd he were in this Villains place ; thus I wou'd lay him on , and thus .

Beats him . Second Servant .

And thus wou'd I revenge my self of my last beating ,

( He beats him too , and then the rest . ) Muf.

Oh , oh , oh !

First Servant . Now supposing you were the Mufti , Sir , — Beats him again . Muf.

The Devil 's in that supposing Rascal ; I can bear no more ; and I am the Mufti : Now suppose your selves my Servants , and hold your hands ; an anointed halter take you all .

First Servant .

My Master ! you will pardon the excess of our zeal for you , Sir , indeed we all took you for a Villain , and so we us'd you .

Mufti .

Ay so I feel you did ; my back and sides are abundant testimonies of your zeal . Run Rogues , and bring me back my Jewels , and my Fugitive Daughter : run I say .

( They run to the Gate and the first Servant runs back again . ) First Servant .

Sir , the Castle is in a most terrible combustion ; you may hear 'em hither .

Muf.

'T is a laudable commotion : The voice of the Mobile is the voice of Heaven . I must retire a little , to strip me of the Slave , and to assume the Mufti ; and then I will return : for the piety of the People must be encouraged ; that they may help me to recover my Jewels , and my Daughter .

Exit Mufti and Servants . Scene changes to the Castle-yard , and discovers Antonio Mustafa , and the Rabble shouting , they come forward . Ant.

And so at length , as I inform'd you , I escap'd out of his covetous clutches ; and now fly to your illustrious feet for my protection .

Must .

Thou shalt have it , and now defie the Mufti . 'T is the first Petition that has been made to me since my exaltation to Tumult ; in this second Night of the Month Abib , and in the year of the Hegyra ; the Lord knows what year ; but 't is no matter ; for when I am settled , the Learned are bound to find it out for me : for I am resolv'd to date my Authority over the Rabble , like other Monarchs .

Ant.

I have always had a longing to be yours again ; though I cou'd not compass it before , and had design'd you a Casket of my Masters jewels too ; for I knew the Custom , and wou'd not have appear'd before a Great Person , as you are , without a present : But he has defrauded my good intentions , and basely robb'd you of 'em , 't is a prize worth a Million of Crowns , and you carry your Letters of mark about you .

Must .

I shall make bold with his Treasure , for the support of my New Government . The People gather about him . What do these vile Ragga-muffins so near our Person ? your savour is offensive to us ; bear back there , and make room for honest Men to approach us ; these fools and knaves are always impudently crowding next to Princes , and keeping off the more deserving , bear back I say .

They make a wider Circle .

That 's dutifully done ; now shout to show your Loyalty . ( A great shout . ) Hear'st thou that , Slave Antonio ? these obstreperous Villains shout , and know not for what they make a noise . You shall see me manage 'em , that you may judge what ignorant Beasts they are . For whom do you shout now ? who 's to Live and Reign ? tell me that the wisest of you .

First Rabble .

Even who you please Captain .

Must .

La you there ; I told you so .

Second Rabble .

We are not bound to know who is to Live and Reign ; our business is only to rise upon command , and plunder .

Third Rabble .

Ay , the Richest of both Parties ; for they are our Enemies .

Must .

This last Fellow is a little more sensible than the rest ; he has enter'd somewhat into the merits of the Cause .

First Rabble .

If a poor Man may speak his mind , I think , Captain , that your self are the fittest to Live and Reign , I mean not over , but next and immediatly under the People ; and thereupon I say , A Mustafa , A Mustafa .

( All Cry )

A Mustafa , A Mustafa .

Must .

I must confess the sound is pleasing , and tickles the ears of my Ambition ; but alas good People , it must not be : I am contented to be a poor simple Vice-Roy ; but Prince Muley-Zeydan is to be the Man : I shall take care to instruct him in the arts of Government ; and in his duty to us all : and therefore mark my Cry : A Muley-Zeydan , A Muley-Zeydan .

( All Cry )

A Muley-Zeydan , A Muley-Zeydan .

Must .

You see Slave Antonio , what I might have been .

Antonio .

I observe your Modesty .

Must .

But for a foolish promise I made once to my Lord Benducar , to set up any one he pleas'd .

( Re-enter the Mufti with his Servants . ) Ant.

Here 's the Old Hypocrite again ; now stand your ground , and bate him not an inch . Remember the Jewels , the Rich and Glorious Jewels ; they are destin'd to be yours , by virtue of Prerogative .

Must .

Let me alone to pick a quarrel , I have an old grudge to him upon thy account .

Mufti , ( making up to the Mobile . )

Good People , here you are met together .

First Rabble .

Ay , we know that without your telling , but why are we met together , Doctor ? for that 's it which no body here can tell .

Second Rabble .

Why to see one another in the Dark ; and to make Holy-day at Midnight .

Muf.

You are met , as becomes good Musulmen ; to settle the Nation ; for I must tell you , that though your Tyrant is a lawful Emperor , yet your lawful Emperor is but a Tyrant .

Ant.

What stuff he talks !

Must .

'T is excellent fine matter indeed , Slave Antonio ; he has a rare tongue ; Oh , he wou'd move a Rock of Elephant !

Ant. Aside . What a Block have I to work upon , To him . But still remember the Jewels , Sir , the Jewels . Must .

Nay that 's true on t'other side : the Jewels must be mine ; but he has a pure fine way of talking ; my Conscience goes along with him , but the Jewels have set my heart against him .

Muf.

That your Emperor is a Tyrant is most manifest ; for you were born to be Turks , but he has play'd the Turk with you ; and is taking your Religion away .

Second Rabble .

We find that in our decay of Trade ; I have seen for these hunder'd years , that Religion and Trade always go together .

Mufti .

He is now upon the point of Marrying himself , without your Sovereign consent ; and what are the effects of Marriage ?

Third Rabble .

A scoulding , domineering Wife , if she prove honest ; and if a Whore , a fine gawdy Minx , that robs our Counters every Night , and then goes out , and spends it upon our Cuckold-makers .

Mufti .

No , the natural effects of Marriage are Children : Now on whom wou'd he beget these Children ? Even upon a Christian ! Oh horrible ; how can you believe me , though I am ready to swear it upon the Alcoran ! Yes , true Believers , you may believe me , that he is going to beget a Race of Misbelievers .

Must .

That 's fine , in earnest ; I cannot forbear hearkening to his enchanting Tongue .

Ant. But yet remember . — Must .

Ay , Ay , the Jewels ! Now again I hate him ; but yet my Conscience makes me listen to him .

Mufti ,

Therefore to conclude all , Believers , pluck up your Hearts , and pluck down the Tyrant : Remember the Courage of your Ancestors ; remember the Majesty of the People ; remember your selves , your Wives and Children ; and lastly , above all , remember your Religion , and our holy Mahomet ; all these require your timous assistance ; shall I say they beg it ? No , they claim it of you , by all the nearest and dearest Tyes of these three P's Self-Preservation , our Property , and our Prophet . Now answer me with an unanimous chearful Cry , and follow me , who am your Leader to a glorious Deliverance .

( All cry , A Mufti , A Mufti , and are following him off the Stage . ) Ant.

Now you see what comes of your foolish Qualms of Conscience : The Jewels are lost , and they are all leaving you .

Must .

What am I forsaken of my Subjects ? Wou'd the Rogue purloin my liege People from me ! I charge you in my own Name come back ye Deserters ; and hear me speak .

1 st . Rabble ,

What will he come with his Balderdash , after the Mufti 's eloquent Oration ?

2 d. Rabble ,

He 's our Captain , lawfully pick'd up , and elected upon a Stall ; we will hear him .

Omnes ,

Speak Captain , for we will hear you .

Must .

Do you remember the glorious Rapines and Robberies you have committed ? Your breaking open and gutting of Houses , your rummaging of Cellars , your demolishing of Christian Temples , and bearing off in triumph the superstitious Plate and Pictures , the Ornaments of their wicked Altars , when all rich Moveables were sentenc'd for idolatrous , and all that was idolatrous was seiz'd ? Answer first for your remembrance , of all these sweetnesses of Mutiny ; for upon those Grounds I shall proceed .

Omnes ,

Yes we do remember , we do remember .

Must .

Then make much of your retentive Faculties . And who led you to those Hony-Combs ? Your Mufti ? No , Believers , he only preach'd you up to it ; but durst not lead you ; he was but your Counsellor , but I was your Captain ; he only lood you , but 't was I that led you .

Omnes ,

That 's true , that 's true .

Ant.

There you were with him for his Figures .

Must .

I think I was , Slave Antonio . Alas I was ignorant of my own Talent . — Say then , Believers , will you have a Captain for your Mufti ? Or a Mufti for your Captain ? And further to instruct you how to Cry , Will you have a Mufti , or no Mufti ?

Omnes ,

No Mufti , no Mufti .

Must . That I laid in for 'em , Slave Antonio . —

Do I then spet upon your Faces ? Do I discourage Rebellion , Mutiny , Rapine , and Plundering ? You may think I do , Believers , but Heaven forbid : No , I encourage you to all these laudable Undertakings ; you shall plunder , you shall pull down the Government ; but you shall do this upon my Authority , and not by his wicked Instigation .

3 d. Rabble ,

Nay , when his turn is serv'd , he may preach up Loyalty again , and Restitution , that he might have another Snack among us .

1 st . Rabble ,

He may indeed ; for 't is but his saying 't is Sin , and then we must restore ; and therefore I wou'd have a new Religion , where half the Commandments shou'd be taken away , the rest mollifi'd and there shou'd be little or no Sin remaining .

Omnes ,

Another Religion , a new Religion , another Religion .

Must .

And that may easily be done , with the help of a little Inspiration : For I must tell you , I have a Pigeon at home , of Mahomet's own breed ; and when I have learnt her to pick Pease out of my Ear , rest satisfi'd 'till then , and you shall have another . But now I think on 't , I am inspir'd already , that 't is no Sin to depose the Mufti .

Ant.

And good reason ; for when Kings and Queens are to be discarded , what shou'd Knaves do any longer in the pack ?

Omnes ,

He is depos'd , he is depos'd , he is depos'd .

Must .

Nay , if he and his Clergy will needs be preaching up Rebellion , and giving us their Blessing , 't is but justice they shou'd have the first fruits of it . — Slave Antonio , take him into custody ; and dost thou hear , Boy , be sure to secure the little transitory Box of Jewels : If he be obstinate , put a civil Question to him upon the Rack , and he squeaks I warrant him .

Ant.

seizing the Mufti . Come my quondam Master , you and I must change Qualities .

Mufti .

I hope you will not be so barbarous to torture me , we may preach Suffering to others , but alas , holy Flesh is too well pamper'd to endure Martyrdom .

Must .

Now , late Mufti , not forgetting my first Quarrel to you , we will enter our selves with the Plunder of your Palace : 't is good to sanctifie a Work and begin a God's name .

1 st . Rabble ,

Our Prophet let the Devil alone with the last Mob .

Mob .

But he takes care of this himself .

As they are going out enter Benducar leading Almeyda : He with a Sword in one hand ; Benducar's Slave follows with Muly-Moluch 's Head upon a Spear . Must .

Not so much hast Masters ; come back again : you are so bent upon mischief , that you take a man upon the first word of Plunder . Here 's a sight for you : the Emperour is come upon his head to visit you . [ Bowing ] Most Noble Emperour , now I hope you will not hit us in the teeth , that we have pull'd you down , for we can tell you to your face , that we have exalted you .

[ They all shout . ] Benducar to Almeyda apart . Think what I am , and what your self may be , In being mine : refuse not proffer'd Love that brings a Crown . Almeyda to him I have resolv'd , And these shall know my thoughts . Bend. to her . On that I build . — ( He comes up to the Rabble . ) Joy to the People for the Tyrants Death ! Oppression , Rapine , Banishment and Bloud Are now no more ; but speechless as that tongue That lyes for ever still . How is my grief divided with my joy , When I must own I kill'd him ! bid me speak , For not to bid me , is to disallow What for your sakes is done . Mustafa .

In the name of the People we command you speak : But that pretty Lady shall speak first ; for we have taken somewhat of a likeing to her Person , be not afraid Lady to speak to these rude Ragga-muffians : there 's nothing shall offend you , unless it be their stink , and please you . Making a Legg .

Almeyda . Why shou'd I fear to speak who am your Queen ? My peacefull Father sway'd the Scepter long ; And you enjoy'd the Blessings of his Reign , While you deserv'd the name of Affricans . Then not commanded , but commanding you , Fearless I speak : know me for what I am . Bend.

How she assumes ! I like not this beginning . aside

Almeyda . I was not born so base , to flatter Crowds , And move your pitty by a whining tale : Your Tyrant would have forc'd me to his Bed ; But in th' attempt of that foul brutal Act , These Loyall Slaves secur'd me by his Death . Pointing to Ben. Bend. Makes she no more of me then of a Slave ? aside . Madam , I thought I had instructed you to Alm. To frame a Speech more suiting to the times : The Circumstances of that dire design , Your own despair , my unexpected ayd , my Life endanger'd by his bold defence , And after all , his Death , and your Deliv'rance , Were themes that ought not to be slighted o're . Mustafa .

She might have pass'd over all your petty businesses and no great matter : But the Raising of my Rabble is an Exploit of consequence ; and not to be mumbled up in silence for all her pertness .

Almeyda . When force invades the gift of Nature , Life , The eldest Law of nature bids defend : And if in that defence , a Tyrant fall , his Death 's his Crime not ours : Suffice it that he 's Dead : all wrongs dye with him ; When he can wrong no more I pardon him : Thus I absolve my self ; and him excuse , Who sav'd my life , and honour ; but praise neither . Benducar . 'T is cheap to pardon , whom you would not pay ; But what speak I of payment and reward ? Ungratefull Woman , you are yet no Queen ; Nor more than a proud haughty Christian slave : As such I seize my right . going to lay hold on her . Almyda drawing a Dagger Dare not to approach me ; Now Affricans , He shows himself to you ; to me he stood Confest before , and own'd his Insolence T'espouse my person , and assume the Crown , Claym'd in my Right : for this he slew your Tyrant ; Oh no , he only chang'd him for a worse ; Imbas'd your Slavery by his own vileness , And loaded you with more ignoble bonds : Then think me not ungratefull , not to share , Th' Imperial Crown with a presuming Traytor . He says I am a Christian ; true I am , But yet no Slave : If Christians can be thought , Unfit to govern those of other Faith , 'T is left for you to judge . Benducar . I have not patience ; she consumes the time In Idle talk , and owns her false Belief : Seize her by force , and bear her hence unheard . Almeyda to the People . No , let me rather dye your sacrifice Than live his Tryumph ; I throw my self into my Peoples armes ; As you are Men compassionate my wrongs , And as good men Protect me . Antonio aside Something must be done to save her . To Mustafa . This is all address'd to you Sir : She singled you out with her eye , as Commander in chief of the Mobility . Mustafa .

Think'st thou so Slave Antonio ?

Antonio .

Most certainly Sir ; and you cannot in honour but protect her , Now look to your hits , and make your fortune .

Mustafa .

Methought indeed she cast a kind leer towards me : Our Prophet was but just such another Scoundrell as I am , till he rais'd himself to power , and consequently to Holyness , by marrying his masters Widow : I am resolved I 'le put forward for my self : for why should I be my Lord Benducars Fool and Slave , when I may be my own fool and his Master ?

Benducar .

Take her into possession , Mustafa .

Mustafa .

That 's better Counsell than you meant it : Yes I do take her into possession , and into protection too : what say you , Masters , will you stand by me ?

Omnes .

One and all ; One and all .

Benducar . Hast thou betray'd me Traytor ? Mufti speak & mind 'em of Religion . Mufti shakes his head . Mustafa .

Alas the poor Gentleman has gotten a cold , with a Sermon of two hours long , and a prayer of four : and besides , if he durst speak , mankind is grown wiser at this time of day , than to cut one anothers throats about Religion . Our Mufti is a Green coat , and the Christians is a black coat ; and we must wisely go together by the ears , whether green or black shall sweep our spoils . Drums within and shouts .

Benducar . Now we shall see whose numbers will prevail : The Conquering Troups of Muley Zeydan , come To crush Rebellion , and espouse my Cause . Mustafa .

We will have a fair Tryall of Skill for 't , I can tell him that . When we have dispatch'd with Muley Zeydan , your Lordship shall march in equall proportions of your body , to the four gates of the City : and every Tower shall have a Quarter of you , Antonio draws them up and takes Almeyda by the hand

Shouts again and Drums . Enter Dorax and Sebastian attended by Affrican Soldiers and Portugueses . ( Almeyda and Sebastian run into each others armes and both speak together . Seb. and Alm.

My Sebastian ! My Almeyda !

Alm.

Do you then live ?

Seb.

And live to love thee ever .

Bend. How ! Dorax and Sebastian still alive ! The Moors and Christians joyn'd ! I thank thee Prophet . Dorax . The Citadell is ours ; and Muley Zeydan Safe under Guard , but as becomes a Prince . Lay down your armes : such base Plebeian bloud Would only stain the brightness of my Sword , And blunt it for some nobler work behind . Must .

I suppose you may put it up without offence to any man here present ? For my part , I have been Loyall to my Soveraign Lady : though that Villain Benducar , and that Hypocrite the Mufti , would have corrupted me ; but if those two scape publick Justice , then I and all my late honest Subjects here , deserve hanging .

Benducar [ to Dorax . ] I 'm sure I did my part to poyson thee , What Saint soe're has Sodder'd thee again . A Dose less hot had burst through ribs of Iron . Muf. Not knowing that , I poyson'd him once more , And drench'd him with a draught so deadly cold That , had'st not thou prevented , had congeal'd The channell of his bloud , and froze him dry . Bend. Thou interposing Fool , to mangle mischief , And think to mend the perfect work of Hell. Dorax . Thus , when Heaven pleases , double poysons cure . I will not tax thee of Ingratitude To me thy Friend , who hast betray'd thy Prince : Death he deserv'd indeed , but not from thee . But fate it seems reserv'd the worst of men To end the worst of Tyrants . Go bear him to his fate . And send him to attend his Masters Ghost . Let some secure my other poys'ning Friend , Whose double dilligence preserv'd my life . Ant.

You are fall'n into good hands , Father in law ; your sparkling Jewells , and Morayma's eyes may prove a better bail than you deserve .

Muf.

The best that can come of me , in this condition ; is to have my life begg'd first , and then to be begg'd for a Fool afterwards .

Exit Antonio with the Mufti , and at the same time Benducar is carry'd off . Dorax to Mustafa . You and your hungry herd depart untouch'd ; For Justice can not stoop so low , to reach The groveling sin of Crowds : but curst be they Who trust revenge with such mad Instruments , Whose blindfold bus'ness is but to destroy : And like the fire Commission'd by the Winds , Begins on sheds , but rouling in a round , On Pallaces returns . Away ye skum , That still rise upmost when the Nation boyls : Ye mungrill work of Heaven , with humane shapes , Not to be damn'd , or sav'd , but breath , and perish , That have but just enough of sence , to know The masters voice , when rated , to depart . Exeunt Mustafa and Rabble . Almeyda kneeling to him With gratitude as low , as knees can pay To those blest holy Fires , our Guardian Angells , Receive these thanks ; till Altars can be rais'd . Dorax raising her up Arise fair Excellence , and pay no thanks , Till time discover what I have deserv'd . Seb. More then reward can answer . If Portugall and Spain were joyn'd to Affrique , And the main Ocean crusted into Land , If Universall Monarchy were mine , Here should the gift be plac'd . Dorax . And from some hands I shou'd refuse that gift : Be not too prodigall of Promises ; But stint your bounty to one only grant , Which I can ask with honour . Seb. What I am Is but thy gift , make what thou canst of me . Secure of no Repulse . Dorax to Sebastian : Dismiss your Train . To Almeyda . You , Madam , please one moment to retire . Sebastian signes to the Portugneses to go off . Almeyda bowing to him , goes off also : The Affricans follow her . Dorax To the Captain of his Guard. With you one word in private . Goes out with the Captain . Sebastian Solus . Reserv'd behaviour , open Nobleness , A long misterious Track of a storn bounty . But now the hand of Fate is on the Curtain , And draws the Scene to sight . Re-enter Dorax , having taken off his Turbant and put on a Peruque Hat and Crevat . Dorax .

Now do you know me ?

Seb.

Thou shouldst be Alonzo .

Dorax . So you shou'd be Sebastian : But when Sebastian ceas'd to be himself , I ceas'd to be Alonzo . Seb. As in a Dream . I see thee here , and scarce believe mine eyes . Dorax . Is it so strange to find me , where my wrongs , And your Inhumane Tyranny have sent me ? Think not you dream : or , if you did , my Injuries Shall call so loud , that Lethargy should wake ; And Death should give you back to answer me . A Thousand Nights have brush'd their balmy wings Over these eyes , but ever when they clos'd , Your Tyrant Image forc'd 'em ope again , And dry'd the dewes they brought . The long expected hour is come at length , By manly Vengence to redeem my fame ; And that once clear'd , eternall sleep is welcome . Sebast . I have not yet forgot I am a King ▪ Whose Royall Office is redress of Wrongs : If I have wrong'd thee , charge me face to face ; I have not yet forgot I am a Soldier . Dorax . 'T is the first Justice thou hast ever done me . Then , though I loath this Womans War of tongues , Yet shall my Cause of Vengeance first be clear And , Honour , be thou Judge . Sebast . Honour be friend us both . Beware , I warn thee yet , to tell thy griefs In terms becoming Majesty to hear : I warn thee thus , because I know thy temper Is Insolent and haughty to Superiours : How often hast thou brav'd my peacefull Court , Fill'd it with noisy brawls , and windy boasts ; And , with past service , nauseously repeated , Reproach'd ev'n me thy Prince ? Dorax . And well I might , when you forgot reward , The part of Heav'n in Kings : for punishment ▪ Is Hangmans work , and drudgery for Devils . I must and will reproach thee with my service , Tyrant , ( it irks me so to call my Prince . But just resentment and hard usage coyn'd Th' unwilling word ; and grating as it is Take it , for 't is thy due . Sebast .

How Tyrant ?

Dorax

Tyrant .

Sebast . Traytour ? that name thou canst not Eccho back That Robe of Infamy , that Circumcision Ill hid beneath that Robe , proclaim thee Traytor : And , if a Name More foul than Traytor be , 't is Renegade . Dorax . If I 'm a Traytor , think and blush , thou Tyrant , Whose Injuries betray'd me into treason . Effac'd my Loyalty , unhing'd my Faith , And hurryed me from hopes of Heaven to Hell. All these , and all my yet unfinish'd Crimes , When I shall rise to plead before the Saints , I charge on thee , to make thy damning sure . Sebast . Thy old presumptuous Arrogance again , That bred my first dislike , and then my loathing . Once more be warn'd , and know me for thy King. Dorax . Too well I know thee ; but for King no more : This is not Lisbonne , nor the Circle this , Where , like a Statue , thou hast stood besieg'd , By Sycophants and Fools , the growth of Courts : Where thy gull'd eyes , in all the gawdy round , Met nothing but a lye in every face ; And the gross flattery of a gaping Crowd , Envious who first should catch , and first applaud . The Stuff of Royall Nonsence : when I spoke , My honest homely words were carp'd , and censur'd , For want of Courtly Stile : related Actions , Though modestly reported , pass'd for boasts : Secure of Merit if I ask'd reward , Thy hungry Minions thought their rights invaded , And the bread snatch'd from Pimps and Parasits . Enriquez answer'd , with a ready lye , To save his King 's , the boon was begg'd before . Sebast . What sayst thou of Enriquez ? now by Heaven Thou mov'st me more by barely naming him , Than all thy foul unmanner'd scurril taunts . Dorax . And therefore 't was to gaul thee , that I nam'd him : That thing , that nothing , but a cringe and smile ; That Woman , but more dawb'd ; or if a man , Corrupted to a Woman : thy Man Mistress . Sebast .

All false as Hell or thou .

Dorax . Yes ; full as false As that I serv'd thee fifteen hard Campaignes , And pitch'd thy Standard in these Forreign Fields : By me thy greatness grew ; thy years grew with it , But thy Ingratitude outgrew 'em both . Sebast . I see to what thou tend'st , but tell me first If those great Acts were done alone for me ; If love produc'd not some , and pride the rest ? Dorax . Why Love does all that 's noble here below ; But all th' advantage of that love was thine . For , coming fraughted back , in either hand With Palm and Olive , Victory and Peace , I was indeed prepar'd to ask my own : ( For Violante's vows were mine before : ) Thy malice had prevention , ere I spoke : And ask'd me Violante for Enriquez . Seb. I meant thee a reward of greater worth : Dor. Where justice wanted , could reward be hop'd ? Could the robb'd Passenger expect a bounty , From those rapacious hands who stript him first ? Seb. He had my promise , e're I knew thy love , Dor.

My Services deserv'd thou should'st revoke it .

Seb. Thy Insolence had cancell'd all thy Service : To violate my Laws , even in my Court , Sacred to peace , and safe from all affronts ; E'ven to my face , as done in my despight , Under the wing of awfull Majesty To strike the man I lov'd ! Dor. Even in the face of Heaven , a place more Sacred , Would I have struck the man , who propt by power , Would Seize my right , and rob me of my Love : But , for a blow provok'd by thy Injustice , The hasty product of a just despair , When he refus'd to meet me in the field , That thou shoud'st make a Cowards Cause thy own ! Seb. He durst ; nay more desir'd and begg'd with tears , To meet thy Challenge fairly : 't was thy fault ●o make it publique ; but my duty , then , To interpose ; on pain of my displeasure , Betwixt your Swords , Dor. On pain of Infamy He should have disobey'd . Seb. Th' Indignity thou didst , was ment to me ; Thy gloomy eyes were cast on me , with scorn , As who should say the blow was there intended ; But that thou didst not dare to lift thy hands Against Annointed power : so was I forc'd To do a Soveraign justice to my self ; And spurn thee from my presence . Dor. Thou hast dar'd To tell me , what I durst not tell my self : I durst not think that I was spurn'd , and live ; And live to hear it boasted to my face . All my long Avarice of honour lost , Heap'd up in Youth , and hoarded up for Age ; Has honours Fountain then suck'd back the stream ? He has ; and hooting Boys , may dry shod pass , And gather pebbles from the naked Foord . Give me my Love , my Honour ; give 'em back : — Give me revenge ; while I have breath to ask it . — Seb. Now , by this honour'd Order which I wear , More gladly would I give , than thou dar'st ask it : Nor shall the Sacred Character of King Be urg'd , to shield me from thy bold appeal . If I have injur'd thee , that makes us equall : The wrong , if done , debas'd me down to thee . But thou hast charg'd me with Ingratitude : Hast thou not charg'd me ; speak ? Dor. Thou know'st I have : If thou disown'st that Imputation , draw , And prove my Charge a lye . Seb. No ; to disprove that lye , I must not draw : Be conscious to thy worth , and tell thy Soul What thou hast done this day in my defence : To fight thee , after this , what were it else , Than owning that Ingratitude thou urgest ? That Isthmus stands betwixt two rushing Seas ; Which , mounting , view each other from afar ; And strive in vain to meet . Dor. I 'le cut that Isthmus . Thou know'st I meant not to preserve thy Life , But to reprieve it , for my own revenge . I sav'd thee out of honourable malice : Now draw ; I should be loath to think thou dar'st not : Beware of such another vile excuse . Seb.

O patience Heaven !

Dor. Beware of Patience too ; That 's a Suspicious word : it had been proper Before thy foot had spurn'd me ; now 't is base : Yet , to disarm thee of thy last defence , I have thy Oath for my security : The only boon I begg'd was this fair Combat : Fight or be Perjur'd now ; that 's all thy choice . Sebas . [ drawing : ] Now I can thank thee as thou wouldst be thank'd : Never was vow of honour better pay'd , If my true Sword but hold , than this shall be . The sprightly Bridegroom , on his Wedding Night , More gladly enters not the lists of Love. Why 't is enjoyment to be summon'd thus . Go : bear my Message to Henriquez Ghost ; And say his Master and his Friend reveng'd him . Dor.

His Ghost ! then is my hated Rivall dead ?

Seb. The question is beside our present purpose ; Thou seest me ready ; we delay too long . Dor. A minute is not much in eithers Life , When their 's but one betwixt us ; throw it in , And give it him of us , who is to fall . Sebast .

He 's dead : make hast , and thou mayst yet o're take him .

Dor. When I was hasty , thou delay'st me longer . I prethee let me hedge one moment more Into thy promise ; for thy life preserv'd : Be kind : and tell me how that Rivall dy'd , Whose Death next thine I wish'd . Seb. If it would please thee thou should'st never know : But thou , like Jealousy , enquir'st a truth , Which , found , will torture thee : He dy'd in Fight : Fought next my person ; as in Consort fought : Kept pace for pace , and blow for every blow ; Save when he heav'd his Shield in my defence ; And on his naked side receiv'd my wound . Then , when he could no more , he fell at once : But rowl'd his falling body cross their way ; And made a Bulwark of it for his Prince ▪ Dor.

I never can forgive him such a death !

Seb. I prophecy'd thy proud Soul could not bear it . Now , judge thy self , who best deserv'd my Love. I knew you both ; ( and durst I say ) as Heaven Foreknew among the shining Angell host Who would stand firm , who fall . Dor. Had he been tempted so , so had he fall'n ; And so , had I been favour'd , had I stood . Seb. What had been is unknown ; what is appears : Confess he justly was preferr'd to thee . Dor. Had I been born with his indulgent Stars , My fortune had been his , and his been mine . O , worse than Hell ! what Glory have I lost , And what has he acquir'd , by such a death ! I should have fallen by Sebastians side ; My Corps had been the Bulwark of my King. His glorious end was a patch'd work of fate , Ill sorted with a soft effeminate life : It suited better with my life than his So to have dy'd : mine had been of a peice , Spent in your service , dying at your feet . Seb. The more effeminate and soft his life , The more his fame , to struggle to the field , And meet his glorious fate : Confess , proud Spirit , ( For I will have it from thy very mouth ) That better he deserv'd my love than thou . Dor. O , whether would you drive me ! I must grant , Yes I must grant , but with a swelling Soul , Henriquez had your Love with more desert : For you he fought , and dy'd ; I fought against you ; Through all the mazes of the bloudy field , Hunted your Sacred life ; which that I miss'd Was the propitious errour of my fate , Not of my Soul ; my Soul 's a Regicide . Seb. Thou might'st have given it a more gentle name : [ more calmly . ] Thou mean'st to kill a Tyrant , not a King : Speak didst thou not , Alonzo ? Dor. Can I speak ! Alas , I cannot answer to Alonzo : No , Dorax cannot answer to Alonzo : Alonzo was too kind a name for me . Then , when I fought and conquer'd with your Armes , In that blest Age I was the man you nam'd : Till rage and pride debas'd me into Dorax ; And lost like Lucifer , my name above . Seb.

Yet , twice this day I ow'd my life to Dorax .

Dor.

I sav'd you but to kill you ; there 's my grief .

Seb. Nay , if thou can'st be griev'd , thou can'st repent : Thou coud'st not be a Villain , though thou woud'st : Thou own'st too much , in owning thou hast err'd ; And I too little , who provok'd thy Crime . Dor. O stop this headlong Torrent of your goodness : It comes too fast upon a feeble Soul , Half drown'd in tears , before ; spare my confusion : For pitty spare , and say not , first , you err'd . For yet I have not dar'd , through guilt and shame , [ Falls at his feet ] To throw my self beneath your Royall feet . Now spurn this Rebell , this proud Renegade : 'T is just you should , nor will I more complain . Seb. Indeed thou shoud'st not ask forgiveness first , taking him up . But thou preventst me still , in all that 's noble . Yet I will raise thee up with better news : Thy Violante's heart was ever thine ; Compell'd to wed , because she was my Ward , Her Soul was absent when she gave her hand : Nor could my threats , or his pursuing Courtship , Effect the Consummation of his Love : So , still indulging tears , she pines for thee , A Widdow and a Maid . Dor. Have I been cursing Heav'n while Heav'n blest me ! I shall run mad with extasy of joy : What , in one moment , to be reconcil'd To Heaven , and to my King , and to my Love ! But pitty is my Friend , and stops me short , For my unhappy Rivall : poor Henriquez ! Seb. Art thou so generous too , to Pitty him ? Nay , then I was unjust to love him better . Embracing him . Here let me ever hold thee in my arms : And all our quarrells be but such as these , Who shall love best , and closest shall embrace : Be what Enriquez was ; be my Alonzo . Dor. What , my Alonzo sayd you ? my Alonzo ! Let my tears thank you ; for I cannot speak : And if I cou'd , Words were not made to vent such thoughts as mine . Seb. Thou canst not speak , and I can ne're be silent . Some Strange reverse of Fate must , sure attend This vast profusion , this extravagance Of Heaven , to bless me thus . 'T is Gold so pure It cannot bear the Stamp , without allay . Be kind , ye Powers , and take but half away : With ease the gifts of Fortune I resign ; But , let my Love , and Friend , be ever mine . Exeunt
ACT V. The Scene is a Room of State. Enter Dorax and Antonio . Dor. JOy is on every face , without a Cloud : As , in the Scene of opening Paradice , The whole Creation danc'd at their new being : Pleas'd to be what they were ; pleas'd with each other . Such Joy have I , both in my self , and Friends : And double Joy , that I have made 'em happy . Antonio , Pleasure has been the bus'ness of my life ; And every change of Fortune easy to me , Because I still was easy to my self . The loss of her I lov'd would touch me nearest ; Yet , if I found her , I might love too much ; And that 's uneasy Pleasure . Dor. If she be fated To be your Wife , your fate will find her for you : Predestinated ills are never lost . Anton. I had forgot T' Enquire before , but long to be inform'd , How , poison'd and betray'd , and round beset , You could unwind your self from all these dangers ; And move so speedily to our relief ! Dor. The double poisons , after a short Combat , Expell'd each other in their Civill War , By natures benefit : and rows'd my thoughts To Guard that life which now I found Attack'd . I summon'd all my Officers in hast , On whose experienc'd Faith I might rely : All came ; resolv'd to dye in my defence , Save that one Villain who betray'd the Gate . Our diligence prevented the surprize We justly fear'd : so , Muley-Zeydan found us Drawn-up in Battle , to receive the charge Ant. But how the Moors and Christian slaves were joyn'd , You have not yet unfolded . Dor. That remains . We knew their Int'rest was the same with ours : And though I hated more than Death , Sebastian ; I could not see him dye by Vulgar hands : But prompted by my Angell , or by his , Freed all the Slaves , and plac'd him next my self , Because I would not have his Person known , I need not tell the rest , th' event declares it . Ant. Your Conquest came of course ; their men were raw , And yours were disciplin'd : one doubt remains , Why you industriously conceal'd the King , Who , known , had added Courage to his Men ? Dor. I would not hazard civill broils , betwixt His Friends and mine : which might prevent our Combat : Yet had he fall'n , I had dismiss'd his Troops ; Or , if Victorious , order'd his escape . But I forgot a new increase of Joy , To feast him with surprize ; I must about it : Expect my swift return . Exit Dorax . Enter a Servant to Antonio . Serv.

Here 's a Lady at the door , that bids me tell you , she is come to make an end of the game , that was broken off betwixt you .

Ant.

What manner of Woman is she ? Does she not want two of the four Elements ? has she any thing about her but ayr and fire ?

Servant .

Truly , she flys about the room , as if she had wings instead of legs ; I believe she 's just turning into a bird : a house-bird I warrant her : and so hasty to fly to you , that , rather than fail of entrance , she wou'd come tumbling down the Chimney , like a Swallow .

Enter Morayma . Antonio running to her and Embracing her .

Look if she be not here already : what , no deniall it seems will serve your turn ? why ! thou little dun , is thy debt so pressing ?

Mor.

Little Devill if you please : your lease is out , good Mr. Conjurer ; and I am come to fetch you Soul and Body ; not an hour of lewdness longer in this world for you .

Ant.

Where the Devill hast thou been ? and how the Devill didst thou find me here ?

Mor.

I follow'd you into the Castle yard : but there was nothing but Tumult , and Confusion : and I was bodily afraid of being pick'd up by some of the Rabble ▪ considering I had a double charge about me , — my Jewells & my Mayden-head .

Ant.

Both of 'em intended for my Worships sole use and Property .

Mor.

And what was poor little I among 'em all ?

Ant.

Not a mouthfull a piece : 't was too much odds in Conscience .

Mor.

So seeking for shelter , I naturally ran to the old place of Assignation , the Garden-house : where for want of instinct , you did not follow me .

Ant.

Well for thy Comfort , I have secur'd thy Father ; and I hope thou hast secur'd his effects for us .

Mor.

Yes truly I had the prudent foresight to consider that when we grow old , and weary of Solacing one another , we might have , at least , wherewithall to make merry with the World ; and take up with a worse pleasure of eating and drinking , when we were disabled for a better .

Ant.

Thy fortune will be e'en too good for thee : for thou art going into the Country of Serenades , and Gallantries ; where thy street will be haunted every Night , with thy foolish Lovers , and my Rivals ; who will be sighing , and singing under thy inexorable windows , lamentable ditties , and call thee Cruell , & Goddess , & Moon , and Stars , and all the Poeticall names of wicked rhyme : while thou and I , are minding our bus'ness , and jogging on , and laughing at 'em ; at leisure-minuts , which will be very few , take that by way of threatning .

Mor.

I am afraid you are not very valiant , that you huff so much before hand : but , they say , your Churches are fine places for Love-devotion : many a she-Saint is there worship'd .

Ant.

Temples are there , as they are in all other Countries , good conveniences for dumb enterviews : I hear the Protestants an 't much reform'd in that point neither ; for their Sectaries call ●heir Churches by the naturall name of Meeting-houses . therefore I warn thee in good time , not more of devotion than needs must , good future Spowse ; and allways in a veile ; for those eyes of thine are damn'd enemies to mortification .

Mor.

The best thing I have heard of Christendom , is that we women are allow'd the priviledge of having Souls ; and I assure you , I shall make bold to bestow mine , upon some Lover , when ever you begin to go astray , and , if I find no Convenience in a Church , a private Chamber will serve the turn .

Ant.

When that day comes , I must take my revenge and turn Gardener again : for I find I am much given to Planting .

Mor.

But take heed , in the mean time , that some young Antonio does not spring-up in your own Family ; as false as his Father , though of another mans planting .

Reenter Dorax with Sebastian and Almeyda . Sebastian enters speaking to Dorax , while in the mean time Antonio presents Morayma to Almeyda . Seb.

How fares our Royall Pris'ner , Muley Zeydan ?

Dor. Dispos'd to grant whatever I desire , To gain a Crown , and Freedom : well I know him , Of easy temper , naturally good , And faithfull to his word . Seb. Yet one thing wants , To fill the measure of my happiness I 'm still in pain for poor Alvarez's life . Dor. Release that fear ; the good old man is safe : I pay'd his ransome : And have already order'd his Attendance . Seb. O bid him enter for I long to see him . Enter Alvarez with a Servant , who departs when Alvarez is enter'd . Alvarez [ falling down and embracing the Kings knees . ] Now by my Soul , and by these ▪ hoary hairs , I 'm so ore-whelm'd with pleasure , that I feel A latter spring within my with'ring limbs , That Shoots me out again . Sebastian , raising him Thou good old Man ! Thou hast deceiv'd me into more , more joys ; Who stood brim-full before . Alv. O my dear Child ! I love thee so , I cannot call thee King , Whom I so oft have dandled in these arms ! What , when I gave thee lost to find thee living ! 'T is like a Father , who himself had scap'd A falling house , and after anxious search , Hears from afar , his only Son within : And digs through rubbish , till he drags him out To see the friendly light . Such is my hast so trembling is my joy To draw thee forth from underneath thy Fate . Seb. The Tempest is ore-blown ; the Skys are clear , And the Sea , charm'd into a Calm so still , That not a wrinkle ruffles her smooth face . Alv. Just such she shows before a rising storm : And therefore am I come , with timely speed , To warn you into Port. Almeyda . My Soul fore-bodes aside . Some dire event involv'd in those dark words ; And just disclosing , in a birth of fate . Alv. Is there not yet an Heir of this vast Empire , Who still Survives , of Muley-Moluchs branch ? Dor. Yes such an one there is , a Captive here , And Brother to the Dead . Alv. The Power 's above Be prais'd for that : My prayers for my good Master I hope are heard . Seb. Thou hast a right in Heav'n , But why these prayers for me ? Alv. A door is open yet for your deliv'rance , Now you my Country-men , and you Almeyda , Now all of us , and you ( my all in one ) May yet be happy in that Captives life . Seb. We have him here an honourable Hostage For terms of peace : what more he can Contribute To make me blest , I know not . Alv. Vastly more : Almeyda may be settled in the Throne ; And you review your Native Clime with fame : A firm Alliance , and eternall Peace , ( The glorious Crown of honourable War , ) Are all included in that Princes life : Let this fair Queen be giv'n to Muley-Zeydan ; And make her love the Sanction of your League . Seb. No more of that : his life 's in my dispose ; And Pris'ners are not to insist on terms . Or if they were , yet he demands not these . Alv.

You shou'd exact ' em .

Alm. Better may be made ; These cannot : I abhor the Tyrants race ; My Parents Murtherers , my Throne 's Usurpers . But , at one blow to cut off all dispute , Know this , thou busy , old , officious Man , I am a Christian ; now be wise no more ; Or if thou woud'st be still thought wise , be silent . Alv. O! I perceive you think your Int'rest touch'd : 'T is what before the Battail I observ'd : But I must speak , and will. Seb. I prethee peace ; Perhaps she thinks they are too near of bloud· Alv.

I wish she may not wod to bloud more near .

Seb.

What if I make her mine ?

Alv.

Now Hea'vn forbid !

Seb. Wish rather Hea'vn may grant . For , if I cou'd deserve , I have deserv'd her : My toyls , my hazards , and my Subjects lives , ( Provided she consent ) may claim her love : And , that once granted , I appeal to these , If better , I cou'd chuse a beauteous Bride . Ant.

The fairest of her Sex.

Mor.

The pride of Nature .

Dor. He only merits her ; she only him . So payr'd , so suited in their minds and Persons , That they were fram'd the Tallyes for each other . If any Alien love had interpos'd It must have been an eyesore to beholders , And to themselves a Curse . Alv. And to themselves . The greatest Curse that can be , were to joyn . Seb. Did I not love thee , past a change to hate , That word had been thy ruine ; but no more , I charge thee on thy life , perverse old man. Alv. Know , Sir , I wou'd be silent if I durst : But , if on Shipbord , , I shou'd see my Friend , Grown frantique in a raging Calenture , And he , imagining vain flowry fields , Wou'd headlong plunge himself into the deep , Shou'd I not hold him from that mad attempt , Till his sick fancy were by reason cur'd ? Seb. I pardon thee th' effects of doting Age ; Vain doubts , and idle cares , and over-caution ; The second Non-age of a Soul , more wise ; But now decay'd ; and sunk into the Socket , Peeping by fits and giving feeble light . Alv.

Have you forgot ?

Seb. Thou mean'st my Fathers Will , In bar of Marriage to Almeyda's bed : Thou seest my faculties are still entire , Though thine are much impair'd , I weigh'd that Will , And found 't was grounded on our diff'rent Faiths ; But , had he liv'd to see her happy change , He wou'd have cancell'd that harsh Interdict , And joyn'd our hands himself . Alv. Still had he liv'd and seen this change , He still had been the Same . Seb. I have a dark remembrance of my Father ; His reas'nings and his Actions both were just ; And , granting that , he must have chang'd his measures . Alv.

Yes , he was just , and therefore cou'd not change .

Seb.

'T is a base wrong thou offer'st to the Dead .

Alv. Now Hea'vn forbid , That I shou'd blast his pious Memory : No , I am tender of his holy Fame : For , dying he bequeath'd it to my charge . Believe I am ; and seek to know no more , But pay a blind obedience to his will. For to preserve his Fame I wou'd be silent . Seb. Craz'd fool , who woud'st be thought an Oracle . Come down from off thy Tripos , and speak plain ; My Father shall be justify'd , he shall : 'T is a Son's part to rise in his defence ; And to confound thy malice , or thy dotage . Alv. It does not grieve me that you hold me craz'd ; But , to be clear'd at my dead Masters cost , O there 's the wound ! but let me first adjure you , By all you owe that dear departed Soul , No more to think of Marriage with Almeyda . Seb.

Not Hea'vn and Earth combin'd , can hinder it .

Alv. Then , witness Hea'vn and Earth , how loath I am To say , you must not , nay you cannot wed . And since not only a dead Fathers fame , But more a Ladies honour must be touch'd , Which nice as Ermines will not bear a Soil ; Let all retire ; that you alone may hear What ev'n in whispers I wou'd tell your ear . All are going out . Alm. Not one of you depart ; I charge you stay . And , were my voice a Trumpet loud as Fame , To reach the round of Hea'vn , and Earth , and Sea , All Nations shou'd be Summon'd to this place . So little do I fear that Fellows charge : So shou'd my honour like a rising Swan , Brush with her wings , the falling drops away , And proudly plough the waves . Seb. This noble Pride becomes thy Innocence : And I dare trust my Fathers memory , To stand the charge of that foul forging tongue : Alv. It will be soon discover'd if I forge : Have you not heard your Father in his youth , When newly marry'd , travel'd into Spain , And made a long abode in Phillips Court ? Seb. Why so remote a question ? which thy self Can answer to thy self , for thou wert with him , His Fav'rite , as I oft have heard thee boast : And nearest to his Soul. Alv. Too near indeed , forgive me Gracious Heaven That ever I should boast I was so near . The Confident of all his young Amours . [ To Almeyda ] And have not you , unhappy beauty , heard , Have you not often heard , your Exil'd Parents Were refug'd in that Court , and at that time ? Alm. 'T is true : and often since , my Mother own'd How kind that Prince was , to espouse her cause ; She Counsell'd , nay , Enjoyn'd me on her blessing To seek the Sanctuary of your Court : Which gave me first encouragement to come , And , with my Brother , beg Sebastians aid . Sebast . Thou help'st me well , to justify my War : to Alme . My dying Father swore me , then a Boy ; And made me kiss the Cross upon his Sword , Never to sheath it , till that exil'd Queen Were by my Arms restor'd . Alv. And can you finde No mistery , couch'd in this excess of kindness ? Were Kings e're known , in this degenerate Age , So passionately fond of noble Acts , Where Interest shar'd not more than half with honour ? Seb. Base groveling Soul , who know'st not honours worth ; But weigh'st it out in mercenary Scales ; The Secret pleasure of a generous Act , Is the great minds great bribe . Alv. Show me that King , and I 'le believe the Phoenix . But knock at your own breast , and ask your Soul If those fair fatall eyes , edg'd not your Sword , More than your Fashers charge , and all your vows ? If so ; and so your silence grants it is , Know King , your Father had , like you , a Soul ; And Love is your Inheritance from him . Almeyda's Mother too had eyes , like her , And not less charming , and were charm'd no less Than your's are now with her , and her 's with you . Alm.

Thou ly'st Impostor , Perjur'd Fiend thou ly'st .

Seb. Wa' st not enough to brand my Father's fame , But thou must load a Ladies memory ? O Infamous base , beyond repair . And , to what end this ill concerted lye , Which , palpable and gross , yet granted true , It barrs not my Inviolable vows . Alv. Take heed and double not your Fathers crimes ; To his Adult'ry , do not add your Incest . Know , she is the product of unlawfull Love : And 't is your Carnall Sister you wou'd wed . Seb. Thou shallt not say thou wert Condemn'd unheard . Else , by my Soul , this moment were thy last . Alm. But think not Oaths shall justify thy charge ; Nor Imprecations on thy cursed head , For who dares lye to Heaven , thinks Heaven a Jest . Thou hast confess'd thy self the Conscious Pandar Of that pretended passion : A Single Witness , infamously known , Against two Persons of unquestion'd fame ; Alv. What Int'rest can I have , or what delight To blaze their shame , or to divulge my own ? If prov'd you hate me ▪ if unprov'd Condemn ? Not Racks or Tortures could have forc'd this secret , But too much care , to save you from a Crime , Which would have sunk you both . For let me say , Almeyda's beauty well deserves your love : Alm.

Out , base Impostor , I abhor thy praise .

Dorax . It looks not like Imposture : but a truth , On utmost need reveal'd . Sebast . Did I expect from Dorax , this return ? Is this the love renew'd ? Dorax . Sir , I am silent ; Pray Heav'n my fears prove false . Sebast .

Away ; you all combine to make me wretched .

Alv. But hear the story of that fatall Love ; Where every Circumstance shall prove another ; And truth so shine , by her own native light , That if a Lye were mixt , it must be seen . Sebast . No ; all may still be forg'd , and of a piece . No ; I can credit nothing thou can'st say : Alv. One proof remains ; and that 's your Fathers hand : Firm'd with his Signet ; both so fully known , That plainer Evidence can hardly be , Unless his Soul wou'd want her Hea'vn a while , And come on Earth to swear . Seb. Produce that Writing . Alv●r . to Dorax Alonzo has it in his Custody . The same , which when his nobleness redeem'd me , And in a friendly visit own'd himself , For what he is , I then deposited : And had his Faith to give it to the King. Dorax giving a seal'd Paper to the King. Untouch'd , and Seal'd as when intrusted with me , Such I restore it , with a trembling hand , Lest ought within disturb your peace of Soul. Sebast . tearing open the Seals . Draw near Almeyda : thou art most concern'd . For I am most in Thee . Alonzo , mark the Characters : Thou know'st my Fathers hand observe it well : And if th'Impostors Pen , have made one slip , That shows it Counterfeit , mark that and save me . Dorax . It looks , indeed , too like my Masters hand : So does the Signet ; more I cannot say ; But wish 't were not so like . Sebast . Methinks it owns The black Adult'ry , and Almeyda's birth ; But such a mist of grief comes o're my eyes , I cannot , or I wou'd not read it plain . Alm.

Hea'vn cannot be more true , than this is false .

Sebast . O Coud'st thou prove it , with the same assurance ! Speak , hast thou ever seen my Fathers hand ? Alm. No ; but my Mothers honour has been read By me , and by the world , in all her Acts ; In Characters more plain , and legible Then this dumb Evidence , this blotted lye . Oh that I were a man , as my Soul 's one , To prove thee , Traytor , an Assassinate Of her fair same : thus wou'd I tear thee , thus — : ( Tearing the Paper ) And scatter , o're the field , thy Coward limbs , Like this foul offspring of thy forging brain . ( Scatt'ring the Paper ) Alv. Just so , shalt thou be torn from all thy hopes . For know proud Woman , know in thy despight , The most Authentique proof is still behind . Thou wear'st it on thy finger : 't is that Ring , Which match'd with that on his , shall clear the doubt . 'T is no dumb forgery : for that shall speak ; And sound a rattling peal to eithers Conscience : Seb. This Ring indeed , my Father , with a cold And shaking hand , just in the pangs of Death , Put on my finger ; with a parting sigh , And wou'd have spoke ; but falter'd in his speech , With undistinguish'd sounds . Alv. I know it well : For I was present : Now , Almeyda , speak : And , truly tell us , how you come by yours ? Alm. My Mother , when I parted from her sight , To go to Portugall bequeath'd it to me , Presaging she shou'd never see me more : She pull'd it from her finger , shed some tears , Kiss'd it , and told me 't was a pledge of Love ; And hid a Mistery of great Importance Relating to my Fortunes . Alv. Mark me now , While I disclose that fatall Mistery . Yhose rings , when you were born , and thought anothers , Tour Parents , glowing yet in sinfull love , Bid me bespeak : a Curious Artist wrought 'em : With joynts so close , as not to be perceiv'd ; Yet are they both each others Counterpart . Her part had Juan inscrib'd , and his had Zayda . ) You know those names are theirs : ) and in the midst , A heart divided in two halves was plac'd . Now if the rivets of those Rings , inclos'd , Fit not each other , I have forg'd this lye : But if they joyn , you must for ever part , Seb ,

[ Seb. pulling off his Ring . Alm. does the same , and gives it to Alv. who unscrues both the Rings & fits one half to the other . ] Now life , or death .

Alm.

And either thine , or ours .

Alm. I 'm lost for ever . — ( swoons ) ( The Women and Morayma , take her up and carry her off . ) [ Seb. here stands amaz'd without motion , his eyes fixt upward . ] Seb. Look to the Queen my Wife ; For I am past All Pow'r of Aid , to her or to my self . Alv. His Wife , said he , his Wife ! O fatall sound ! For , had I known it , this unwelcome news Had never reach'd their ears . So they had still been blest in Ignorance , And I alone unhappy . Dor. I knew it , but too late : and durst not speak . Seb. starting out of his amazement . I will not live : no not a moment more ; I will not add one moment more to Incest . I 'le cut it off , and end a wretched being . For , should I live , my Soul 's so little mine , And so much hers , that I should still enjoy . Ye Cruell Powers Take me as you have made me , miserable ; You cannot make me guilty ; 't was my fate And you made that , not I. Draws his Sword. Antonio and Alv. lay hold on him , and Dorax wrests the Sword out of his hand . An.

For Heav'ns sake hold , and recollect your mind .

Alvarez . Consider whom you punish , and for what ; Your self ? unjustly : You have charg'd the fault , On Heav'n that best may bear it . Though Incest is indeed a deadly Crime , You are not guilty , since , unknown 't was done , And known , had been abhorr'd . Seb. By Heaven y 're Traytours , all , that hold my hands . If death be but cessation of our thought , Then let me dye for I would think no more . I 'le boast my Innocence above ; And let 'em see a Soul they cou'd not sully : I shall be there before my Fathers Ghost ; That yet must languish long , in frosts and fires ▪ For making me unhappy by his Crime : [ struggling again . ] Stand off and let me take my fill of death ; For I can hold my breath in your despight , And swell my heaving Soul out , when I please : Alv.

Heav'n comfort you !

Seb. What art thou given comfort ! Wou'dst thou give comfort , who hast giv'n despair ? Thou seest Alonzo silent ; he 's a man. He knows , that men abandon'd of their hopes Shou'd ask no leave , nor stay for sueing out A tedious Writ of ease , from lingring Heaven , But help themselves , as timely as they cou'd , And teach the fates their duty . [ Dorax to Alv. and Anto. ] Let him go : He is our King ; and he shall be obey'd : Alv.

What to destroy himself , O Parricide !

Dor. Be not Injurious in your foolish zeal , But leave him free ; or by my sword I swear , To hew that Arm away , that stops the passage . To his Eternal rest . Anto.

[ letting go his hold . ] Let him be Guilty of his own death if he pleases : for I 'le not be guilty of mine ; by holding him .

The King shakes off Alvarez Alvarez . to Dorax ▪ Infernal Fiend , Is this a Subjects part ? Dor. 'T is a Friends Office , He has convinc'd me that he ought to dye . And , rather than he should not , here 's my sword To help him on his Journey . Seb. My last , my only Friend , how kind art thou And how Inhuman these ! Dor.

To make the trifle death , a thing of moment !

Seb. And not to weigh th' Important cause I had , To rid my self of life ? Dor. True ; for a Crime . So horrid in the face of Men and Angells , As wilfull Incest is ! Seb.

Not wilfull neither .

Dor. Yes , if you liv'd and with repeated Acts , Refresh'd your Sin , and loaded crimes with crimes , To swell your scores of Guilt . Seb.

True ; if I liv'd .

Dor.

I said so , if you liv'd .

Seb. For hitherto ' was fatall ignorance : And no intended crime . Dor , That you best know . But the Malicious World will judge the worst . Alv. O what a Sophister has Hell procur'd , To argue for Damnation ! Dor. Peace , old Dotard . Mankind that always judge of Kings with malice , Will think he knew this Incest , and pursu'd it . His only way to rectify mistakes , And to redeem her honour , is to dye . Seb. Thou hast it right , my dear , my best Alonzo ! And that , but petty reparation too ; But all I have to give . Dor. Your pardon , Sir ; You may do more , and ought . Seb.

What , more than death ?

Dor. Death ? Why that 's Childrens sport : a Stage-Play , Death . We Act it every Night we go to bed . Death to a Man in misery is sleep . Wou'd you , who perpetrated such a Crime , As frighten'd nature , made the Saints above Shake Heav'ns Eternal pavement with their trembling , To view that act , wou'd you but barely dye ? But stretch your limbs , and turn on t'other side , To lengthen out a black voluptuous slumber , And dream you had your Sister in your arms . Seb.

To expiate this , can I do more then dye ?

Dor : O yes : you must do more ; you must be damn'd : You must be damn'd to all Eternity . And , sure , self-Murder is the readiest way . Seb.

How , damn'd ?

Dor.

Why is that News ?

Alvar ,

O , horrour ! horrour !

Dor. What , thou a Statesman , And make a bus'ness of Damnation ? In such a World as this , why 't is a trade . The Scriv'ner , Usurer , Lawyer , Shop-keeper , And Soldier , cannot live , but by damnation . The Polititian does it by advance : And gives all gone before-hand . Seb. O thou hast giv'n me such a glimse of Hell , So push'd me forward , even to the brink , Of that irremeable burning Gulph , That looking in th' Abyss ; I dare not leap . And now I see what good thou meanst my Soul , And thank thy pious fraud : Thou hast indeed , Appear'd a Devill , but didst an Angells work . Dor. 'T was the last Remedy , to give you leisure . For , if you cou'd but think , I knew you safe . Seb. I thank thee , my Alonzo : I will live : But never more to Portugall return : For , to go back and reign , that were to show Triumphant Incest , and pollute the Throne . Alv. Since Ignorance — Seb. O , palliate not my wound : When you have argu'd all you can , 't is Incest : No , 't is resolv'd , I charge you plead no more ; I cannot live without Almeyda's sight , Nor can I see Almeyda but I sin . Hea'vn has inspir'd me with a Sacred thought , To live alone to Hea'vn : and dye to her . Dorax .

Mean you to turn an Anchoret ?

Seb. What else ? The world was once too narrow for my mind , But one poor little nook will serve me now ; To hide me from the rest of humane kinde . Affrique has desarts wide enough to hold Millions of Monsters , and I am , sure , the greatest . Alv.

You may repent , and wish your Crown too late .

Seb. O never , never : I am past a Boy , A Scepter 's but a play thing , and a Globe A bigger bounding Stone . He who can leave Almeyda , may renounce the rest with ease . Dorax . O Truly great ! A Soul fix'd high , and capable of Hea'vn . Old as he is your Uncle Cardinall , Is not so far enamour'd of a Cloyster , But he will thank you , for the Crown you leave him . Seb , To please him more , let him believe me dead : That he may never dream I may return . Alonzo , I am now no more thy King , But still thy Friend , and by that holy Name , Adjure thee , to perform my last request . Make our Conditions with you Captive King , Secure me but my Solitary Cell ; 'T is all I ask him for a Crown restor'd . Dor. I will do more : But fear not Muley-Zeydan ; his soft mettall Melts down with easy warmth ; runs in the mould , And needs no farther forge . Exit Dorax . Re-enter Almeyda , led by Morayma , and follow●d by her Attendants . Seb. See where she comes again By Hea'vn when I behold those beauteous eyes , Repentance laggs and Sin comes hurrying on . Alm.

This is too cruell !

Seb. Speak'st thou of Love , of Fortune , or of Death , Or double Death , for we must part Almeyda . Alm. I speak of all . For all things that belong to us are cruell . But what 's most cruell , we must love no more . O'tis too much that I must never see you , But not to love you is impossible : No , I must love you : Hea'vn may bare me that , And charge that Sinfull Sympathy of Souls ▪ Upon our Parents , when they lov'd too well ▪ Seb. Good Hea'vn , thou speakst my thoughts , and I speak thine . Nay then there 's Incest in our very Souls , For we were form'd too like . Alm. Too like indeed , And yet not for each other . Sure when we part ( for I resolv'd it too Tho' you propos'd it first , ) however distant , We shall be ever thinking of each other ▪ And , the same moment , for each other pray Seb.

But if a wish shou'd come a thwart our prayers !

Alm.

It wou'd do well to curb it : if we cou'd

Seb. We cannot look upon each others face , But , when we read our love , we read our guilt , And yet methinks I cannot chuse but love ; Alm , I wou'd have ask'd you , if I durst for shame , If still you lov'd ? you gave it Air before me Ah why were we not born both of a Sex : For then we might have lov'd , without Crime ▪ Why was not I your Brother ? though that wish Involv'd our Parents guilt , we had not parted ; We had been Friends , and Friendship is not Incest . Seb. Alas , I know not by what name to call thee ! Sister and Wife are the two dearest Names ; And I wou'd call thee both ; and both are Sin. Unhappy we ! that still we must confound The dearest Names , into a common Curse . Alm.

To love , and be belov'd , and yet be wretched !

Seb. To have but one poor night of all our lives ; It was indeed a glorious ; guilty night : So happy , that , forgive me Hea'vn , I wish With all its guilt , it were to come again . Why did we know so soon , or why at all , That Sin cou'd be conceal'd in such a blisse ? Alm. Men have a larger priviledge of words , Else I shou'd speak : but we must part , Sebastian , That 's all the name that I have left to call thee . I must not call thee by the name I wou'd ; But when I say Sebastian , dear Sebastian , I kiss the name I speak . Seb. We must make hast , or we shall never part . I wou'd say something that 's as dear as this ; Nay , wou'd do more than say : one moment longer , And I shou'd break through Laws Divine , and Humane ; And think 'em Cobwebs , spred for little man , Which all the bulky herd of nature breaks . The vigorous young world , was ignorant Of these restrictions , 't is decrepit now ; Not more devout , but more decay'd , and cold . All this is impious ; therefore we must part : For , gazing thus , I kindle at thy sight , And , once burnt down to tinder , light again Much sooner then before . Reenter Dorax . Alm. Here comes the sad denouncer of my fate , To toul the mournfull knell of Seperation : While I , as on my Death-bed , hear the sound , That warns me hence for ever . Sebastian to Dorax . Now be brief , And I will try to listen . And share the minute that remains , betwixt The care I owe my Subjects and my Love. Dorax . Your fate has gratify'd you all she can ; Gives easy misery , and makes Exile pleasing . I trusted Muley Zeydan , as a friend , But swore him first to Secresy : he wept Your fortune , and with tears , not squeez'd by Art , But shed from nature , like a kindly shower : In short , he proffer'd more than I demanded ; A safe retreat , a gentle Solitude , Unvex'd with noise , and undisturb'd with fears : I chose you one . — Alm. O do not tell me where : For if I knew the place of his abode , I shou'd be tempted to pursue his steps , And then we both were lost . Seb. E'vn past redemption . For , if I knew thou wert on that design , ( As I must know , because our Souls are one , ) I shou'd not wander but by sure Instinct , Shou'd meet thee just half-way , in pilgrimage And close for ever : for I know my love More strong than thine , and I more frail than thou . Alm. Tell me not that : for I must boast my Crime , And cannot bear that thou shoud'st better love . Dorax . I may inform you both : for you must go , Where Seas , and winds , and Desarts will divide you . Under the ledge of Atlas , lyes a Cave , Cut in the living Rock , by Natures hands : The Venerable Seat of holy Hermites . Who there , secure in separated Cells , Sacred ev'n to the Moors , enjoy Devotion : And from the purling Streams and savage fruits , Have wholesome bev'rage , and unbloudy feasts . Seb.

'T is pennance too Voluptuous , for my Crime .

Dor. Your Subjects , conscious of your life are few : But all desirous to partake your Exile : And to do office to your Sacred Person . The rest who think you dead , shall be dismiss'd , Under safe Convoy till they reach your Fleet. Alm. But how am wretched I to be dispos'd ? A vain Enquiry , since I leave my Lord : For all the world beside is Banishment ! Dor. I have a Sister , Abbesse in Tercera's , Who lost her Lover on her Bridall day . — Alm. There , fate provided me a fellow-Turtle ; To mingle sighs with sighs , and tears with tears . Dor. Last , for my self , if I have well fullfill'd My sad Commission , let me beg the boon , To share the sorrows of your last recess : And mourn the Common losses of our loves . Alv. And what becomes of me ? must I be lest , ( As Age and time had worn me out of use ? ) These Sinews are not yet so much unstrung , To fail me when my Master shou'd be serv'd : And when they are , then will I steal to death : Silent , and unobserv'd , to save his tears . Seb. I 've heard you both : Alvarez have thy wish . But thine Alonzo , thine , is too unjust . I charge thee with my last Commands , return , And bless thy Violante with thy vows . Antonio , be thou happy too , in thine . Last , let me swear you all to Secresy ; And to conceal my shame conceal my life . Dor. Ant , Mor.

We swear to keep it secret .

Alm. Now I wou'd speak the last farewell , I cannot . It wou'd be still farewell , a thousand times : And , multiply'd in Eccho's , still farewell . I will not speak ; but think a thousand thousand ; And be thou silent too , my last Sebastian ; So let us part in the dumb pomp of grief . My heart 's too great ; or I wou'd dye this moment : But Death I thank him , in an hour , has made A mighty journey , and I hast to meet him . ( She staggers and her Women hold her up ) Seb. Help to support this feeble , drooping flower : ' This tender Sweet , so shaken by the storm . For these fond arms must , thus be stretch'd in vain , And never , never must embrace her more . T is past : — my Souls goes in that word ; — farewell . Alvarez goes with Sebastian to one end of the Stage . Women with Almeyda to the other . Dorax , coming up to Antonio and Morayma , who stand on the Middle of the Stage . Dor Hast to attend Almeyda : for your sake Your Father is forgiven : but to Antonio He forfeits half his Wealth : be happy both : And let Sebastian and Almeyda's Fate , This dreadfull Sentence to the World relate , That unrepented Crimes of Parents dead , Are justly punish'd on their Childrens head .
FINIS .
PROLOGUE . Se●t to the Authour by an unknown hand , and propos'd to be spoken By Mrs. Monford drest like an Officer . BRight Beauties who in awfull Circle sit , And you grave Synod of the dreadfull Pit , A●d you the Vpper-tire of pop-gun wit. P●ay ease me of my wonder if you may I● all this Crowd barely to see the play , Or is 't the Poets Execution day ? His breath is in your hands I will presume But I advise you to deferr his doom : Till you have got a better in his room . And don 't maliciously combine together , As if in spight and spleen you were come hither , For he has kept the Pen tho' lost the feather . And on my Honour Ladies I avow , This Play was writ in Charity to you , For such a dearth of Wit whoever know ? Sure 't is a Judgment on this Sinfull Nation For the abuse of so great Dispensation , And therefore I resolv'd to change Vocation . For want of Petty-coat I 've put on buff ▪ To try what may be got by lying rough : How think you Sirs , is it not well enough ? Of Bully Critichs I a Troup wou'd lead ; But one reply'd , thank you there 's no such need , ●at Groom-Porters Sir can safer bleed . Another who the name of danger loaths , ●●w'd he would go , and swore me Forty Oaths , Bu● that his Horses were in body-cloaths . A thi●d cry'd , Dammy bloud , I'd● be content To push my Fortune , of the Parliament Would but recall Claret from Banishment . A Fourth ( and I have done ) made this excuse I 'de draw my Sword in Ireland Sir to chuse : Had not their Women gouty leggs and wore no shoes ? Well , I may march thought I and fight and trudge , But of these blades the Devill a man will budge , They there would fight e'n just as here they judge . Here they will pay for leave to find a faule , But when their Honour calls they can't be bought , Honour in danger , bloud and wounds is sought . Lost Virtue whether fled , or where 's thy dwelling , Who can reveal , at least 't is past my telling , Vnless thou art Embarkt for Iniskelling . On Carrion tits those Sparks denounce their rage In boot of wisp and Leinster freese ingage , What would you do in such an Equipage ? The Siege of Derry does you Gallants threaten : Not out of Errant shame of being beaten , As fear of wanting meat or being eaten . Were Wit like honour to be won by fighting How few just Judges would there be of writing , Then you would leave this Villanous back-biting Your Talents lye how to express your spight , But where is he knows how to praise aright , You praise like Cowards but like Criticks fight . Ladies be wise , and wean these yearling Calves Who in your Service too are meer faux-braves , They Judge and write and fight , and — Love by halves .
EPILOGUE . TO Don Sebastian , King of Portugall . Spoken betwixt Antonio and Morayma . Mor. I Quak'd at heart for fear the Royal Fashion Shou'd have seduc'd Vs two to Separation : To be drawn in , against our own desire , Poor I to be a Nun , poor You a Fryar . Ant. I trembled when the Old Mans hand was in , He would have prov'd we were too near of kin : Discovering old Intrigues of Love , like t'other , Betwixt my Father and thy sinfull Mother ; To make Vs Sister Turk and Christian Brother . Mor. Excuse me there ; that League shou'd have been rather Betwixt your Mother and my Mufti-Father ; 'T is for my own and my Relations Credit Your Friends shou'd bear the Bastard , mine shou'd get it . Ant. Suppose us two Almeyda and Sebastian With Incest prov'd upon us : — Mor. Without question Their Conscience was too queazy of digestion . Ant. Thou woud'st have kept the Councell of thy Brother And sinn'd till we repented of each other . Mor. Beast as you are on Natures Laws to trample ; 'T were fitter that we follow'd their Example And since all Marriage in Repentance ends , 'T is good for us to part while we are Friends , To save a Maids remorses and Confusions E'en leave me now before We try Conclusions . Ant. To copy their Example first make certain Of one good hour like theirs before our parting ; Make a debauch o're Night of Love and Madness ; And marry when we wake in sober sadness . Mor. I 'le follow no new Sects of your inventing , One Night might cost me nine long months repenting : First wed , and if you find that life a fetter , Dye when you please , the sooner Sir the better : My wealth wou'd get me love e're I cou'd ask it : Oh there 's a strange Temptation in the Casket : All these Young Sharpers wou'd my grace importune , And make me thundring Votes of lives and fortune .