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 THE 
 
 PILGRIM. 
 
 A 
 
 COMEDY. 
 
 * IN FIVE ACTS. 
 
 Written originally 
 
 By F L E T C H E R. 
 
 Afterwards altered 
 
 By D R T D E N. 
 
 Now Revived, with Material Additions, and Printed under 
 the Infpeaion of JAMES WRIGHTEN, Prompter. 
 
 EXACTLY AGREEABLE to the REPRESENTATION 
 
 AT THE 
 
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 For W. LOWNDES, No. 77, Fleet-flreet. 
 MDCCLXXXVII. 
 
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 a Farce in two Afts, altered from Wycherly, and performed 
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 .-■ox*
 
 Dramatis Perfonas. 
 
 MEN. 
 
 Pedro (the Pilgrim), 
 Alphonfo, — 
 
 Roderigo, - — 
 
 Curio, — 
 
 Seberto, — 
 
 Governor of Segovia, 
 Old Pilgrim, — 
 Lopez, — 
 
 Jaquez, — 
 
 Stuttering Servant, 
 Drunken Servant, 
 Porter, — 
 
 Gentlemen, — I 
 
 Outlaws, — 
 
 Mad Scholar, — 
 Mad Engiimrri'an, 
 Mad Taylor, — 
 Mailer of Madhoufe, 
 
 Keepers of ditto, J 
 
 Pcafants, — \ 
 
 Beggars, 
 
 Alinda, 
 A Fool. 
 And Juletta, 
 
 - 1 
 
 Mr. Kemble. 
 
 Mr. B A DDE LEY. 
 
 Mr. Barrymore. 
 Mr. Staunton. 
 Mr. Willi ames. 
 Mr. Phillimore. 
 Mr, Packer. 
 Mr. Suett. 
 Mr. Burton. 
 Mr. R. Palmer. 
 Mr. Bates. 
 Mr. Fawcett. 
 Meffrs. Wilson, and 
 
 Benson. 
 Meffrs. Spencer, 
 
 Alfred, and 
 
 Lyons. 
 Mr. Whitfield. 
 Mr. K. Palmer. 
 Mr. Waldron. 
 Mr. Chaplin. 
 Meffrs. Fawcett and 
 
 Jones. 
 Meffrs. Lam ash, 
 
 Bates, and 
 
 Phillimore. 
 Meffrs. Jones and 
 
 Lyons, 
 
 WOMEN. 
 
   — Mrs. Taylor. 
 
 — Mils Collins. 
 
 — Mrs. Jordan.
 
 The PILGRIM. 
 
 ACT I. SCENE I. A Room in Alphon* 
 
 fo's Houfe, 
 
 Enter Alphonfo, Curio, and Seberto. 
 
 ■Cur. C^IGNIOR Alphonfo, you are too rugged 
 J^ with her, too harfh ; indeed you are. 
 
 Alph. Yes, it feems fo. 
 
 Seb. A father of fo fweet a child, fo good, fo 
 beautiful ; fie, fir, fie, fo excellent a creature. 
 
 Alph. She's a fool ; away. 
 
 Seb, Can you be angry ? Can any wind blow 
 rough upon a bloflom fo fair and tender ? Can a 
 father's nature, a noble father's too ? 
 
 Alph. All this is but prating : Let her be ruled; 
 let her obferve my humour ; with my eyes let her 
 fee ; with my ears let her hear ; I am her father; 
 I begat her; I bred her, and by Jupiter I will — 
 
 Seb, No doubt you may compel her, but think 
 how wretched you by force may make her. 
 
 Alph. Wretched ! wretched ! is't not a man I 
 force her to ? A noble man ; a rich man ; a hand- 
 fome man ; a young man ; a ftrong man ; none 
 of your pieced companions, none of your wafhy 
 rogues, that fly to fritters upon every puff of wea- 
 ther. I force her to a ftrong dog, don't 1 ? What 
 would the flirt have ? 
 
 Seb. 1 grant you, Roderigo is all thefe, and a 
 brave gentleman : But does it therefore follow fhe 
 mult doat upon him ? Will you allow no liberty 
 
 in chufing ? 
 
 B Cur*
 
 * The P I L G R 1 M. 
 
 Cur. Alas flic's tender yet. 
 
 Alph. Tough, tough, tough as the devil ; you 
 fee I can't break her. 
 
 Seb. You put her to too hard a trial : you know 
 though he has merit, he's a banifh'd man, an out- 
 Jaw ; you know the life he leads; that he's the 
 head of a rough band of robbers; judge what ef- 
 Fe6l his bloody rapines muft needs ere this, have 
 work'd upon his nature. A rugged mate, I doubt, 
 for fuch a dove. 
 
 Cur. Rugged indeed ; fuch different tempers, 
 where can you ever hope to reconcile ? 
 
 Alph. Rugged ! fhe'Il find ways to foften hiim 
 And for the pranks he plays in"s banifhment, it 
 ihews he's a mettled fellow : he'll make 'em weary 
 b' their fentence ; a fmall cornpofition will reftore 
 iiim. But I know the fecret of all this : my minx 
 tias fome other in view ; fome flickering flave or 
 
 •other, fome fweet-fcented coxcomb, that a 
 
 v fings, I'll warrant you, and a lutes 
 
 it, languifhes, and has no beard ; ha ! is't not fo ? 
 
 Scb. So far from what you charge her with, I 
 would engage my life, fhe has not yet a glance tp 
 anfwer for. 
 
 Cur. I never yet beheld more modefty. 
 
 Scb. Nor I, in one lb young, fo much difcre- 
 tjon. 
 
 Alph. Hum and yet there was a fellow 
 
 (dead I hope) whom I have feen her glance at, 
 till I thought the huffy would have ftuck her eyes- 
 into the rafcal. 
 
 Seb. Pray, who was that ? 
 
 Alph. Pedro, fir, only Pedro, old Fernando's 
 hopeful heir ; my mortal foe, whofe family I wifh, 
 epnfumedj that's all, fir. 
 
 Stb. If that be all, you have nothing left to 
 
 fear ;
 
 The V I L G R I M. £ 
 
 fear ; for Pedro, urged by fecret difcontent, has 
 left his father, friends, and all ; and, as 'tis faid, 
 is gone to range the world. 
 
 Alph. With all my heart. He was a beggar, 
 fo ftrolling is his bufinefs. 
 
 Cur. He was a beggar, but a noble beggar ; 
 fhame on the court for fuffering him to be fo. 
 
 Alph. Shame on thofe who encourage beggars, 
 I fay. Here's this young flut, in the midft of her 
 rebellion, is fo very religious, fhe undoes me with 
 her charity*. Why, what a crew of vermin have 
 I about my door every day to receive meat, drink, 
 and money from her fair hands. Not a rogue 
 that can fay his prayers, groan, and turn his pipe 
 Wo lamentation, but fhe thinks fhe's bound to dance 
 to. 
 
 Enter Alinda and Juletta. 
 
 Alph. O, are you there, miflrefs ? Well, how 
 goes difobedience to-day ? — That's a bafe, down 
 look — Ah you fturdy young jade. 
 
 Cur. Pray, be more gentle to her. 
 
 Alph. Pray be quiet; I know belt how to deal 
 tyith her : and I will make her obey, or I will 
 rnake her 
 
 Alin. Sir, you may make me any thing ; you 
 know I'm all obedience, there's nothing but my 
 prayers and tears oppofe you. 
 
 Alph. Then will I oppofe nothing but your pray- 
 ers and tears. Now I hope you can't complain 
 jof me. 
 
 Cur. Poor lady, how I pity her ! 
 
 Alph. Pray keep your pity for a better occafion. 
 Look you, gentlewoman, you know my will ; and, 
 in that, you know all : fo I leave you, to digeft 
 ■it j and I defire thefe gentlemen will do fo too. 
 
 [Exit Alphonfo. 
 B 2 Cur.
 
 4 The PILGRI M. 
 
 Cur. A better hour attend you, madam. 
 Aim. I thank ye : gentlemen : 
 
 [Exeunt Cur. and Seb. 
 Alas ! I want fiich comforts. Would I could thank 
 you too, father; but your cruelty won't give me. 
 leave. Grant, heaven, I mayn't forget my. duty 
 to him. 
 
 Jul. If you do, madam, heaven will forgive 
 you for't, ne'er fear it. A perverfe old fool. 
 
 i [ A fide.' 
 * Al'in. What poor attend my chanty 'to-day, 
 juletta ? 
 
 Jul. Enough of all forts, madam ;. fome that 
 deierve your pity, fome that don't ; but l.wifri 
 you would be merry with your chanty ;. ajjheat^ 
 ful look becomes it. 
 
 Aim. Alas ! Juletta, what is there for me to be 
 merry at? What joy have I in view ? 
 
 Jul. joy: why what joy, i'th name of woncler, 
 would you have, but a hufband ? A handfome 
 young fellow, who'll fend your fpleen to the de- 
 vil, madam. 
 
 Aim. Away, light fool ; I doubt there's poor 
 contentment to be found in marriage. Yet could 
 
 I find a man 
 
 Jul. You may a thoufand. 
 Aim. Meer men, I know I may. But fuch 
 a man, from whofe example (as from a compafs) 
 we may fteer our courfe, and Jafe arrive at fuch a 
 memory as mail become our aihes ; fuch men are 
 rare indeed. But no more of this; 'tis not dif- 
 coiirfe that's fuited to thy giddy temper-, let's go 
 and fee what poor afflicted wretches want my 
 charity. \_Exmnt. 
 
 SCENE
 
 The PILGRIM, 5 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 The Porch of Alphonfo's Uouje. 
 
 Porter, Beggars, Pedro and an old Pilgrim, 
 
 difcovered. 
 
 Port. Stand off, and keep your ranks. Twenty' 
 foot farther.- The fun fhines warm. The far- 
 ther ftill the better. 
 
 if} Beg. Hey ho ! heav'n blefs our miftrefs. 
 
 Port. Does the crack go that way, old hunger, 
 ha ? 'Twill be o' my fide anon. 
 
 2d Beg. Bray, friend, be kind to us. 
 
 Port. Friend ! your friend ; and why your 
 friend, firrah, meagre chaps ? What do you fee in 
 me, or without me, ha ! that I mould be your 
 friend ?] This young foft-hearted miftrefs of mine 
 does make thefe rogues fo familiar. 
 
 * 2d Beg. I'm fure I would be your worfhip's 
 friend. 
 
 Port. No doubt on't, firrah ! any man's friend 
 for what you can get. 
 
 ljl Beg. I'm fure it's twelve o'clock. 
 
 Port. 'Tis ever fo with thee, when thou haft 
 done fcratching ; for that provokes thy ftomach 
 to ring noon. O the infinite feas of porridge thou 
 haft fwallowed ! alms do you call it, to relieve 
 thefe rafcals ? 
 
 Enter Alphonfo, Curio, and Seberto. 
 
 Alph. Look you there ! Did not I tell you how 
 fhe would undoe me ! What marts of rogues and 
 beggars ! 
 
 Seb. 'Tis chanty methinks you are bound to 
 
 love her for. 
 
 Alph. Yes, I'll warrant you. If men could fail 
 to heaven in porridge-pots, with malts of beef and 
 
 mutton^
 
 6 The V 1 L G R I M. 
 
 mutton, what a voyage fhould I make ! What ar« 
 all thefe x here ? 
 
 l/i Beg. Poor people, an't like your worfMp. 
 
 zd Beg. Wretched poor people. 
 
 All. Very hungry people. 
 
 Jlplu And very loufy. And what are you*? 
 [to thePilg.) 
 
 OldPilg. Strangers, that -come to wonder at 
 your charity ; yet people poor enough to beg a 
 bleflir.g. 
 
 Cur. Ufe 'em gently, fir. they have a reverend 
 mein. You are holy pilgrims, are you not? 
 
 Old Pilg. W r c are, fir, and bound far off, to 
 offer our devotions. 
 
 Jlph. What do you do here then ? We have no 
 vreli.ques 5 no holy lhrincs. 
 
 Old Pilg. The holieit we ever heard of : you 
 "keep a living monument of goodnefs ; a daughter 
 of that pious excellence, the very fhrines of faints 
 link at her virtue. We come to fee this lady, not 
 with profane eyes or wanton blood, to (ioat up- 
 on her beauty ; but through our tedious way, to 
 beg her bleffing.- 
 
 Alph. This is a new way of begging ; thefe conir 
 mendations cry money for reward, good (tore too: 
 Ah ! the fainting of this young harlot will coft me 
 dear. 
 
 (To Pedro) Well fir, have you got your com- 
 pliments ready too, and your empty purfe ? Ha ! 
 what nothing but a bow, modefty ? 
 
 Cur. Ahandfome well-look'd man. (afide) 
 
 Alph, What country craver are you ? What I 
 nothing but motion ? A puppit pilgrim. 
 
 Old Pilg. He's a ftranger, fir ; thefe four days 
 I have travel'd in his company, but little of his 
 bufinefs pr his language yet I have underftood. 
 
 Gib*
 
 yfc PILGRIM. 7; 
 
 $.cb. Both young and handfome ; only the fin* 
 lias injured him. 
 
 Alph. Would you have money, fir, or meat, or 
 a wench ? What kind of blefling does your devo- 
 tion point at ? Still more ducking ! Are there 
 / any faints that underftand by fign only ? Hah, 
 more motion yet ? This is the prettieft pilgrim $ 
 the pink of pilgrims. 
 
 Cur. Fie, fir, fie ; rather beftow your charity 
 than jell upon him. 
 
 Alph. Say you fo ? Why then look ye, pilgrim, 
 here's a poor viaticum, very good gold, fir, I'm 
 forry 'tis not heavier. But fince the lighted grain 
 of earthy drofs would be a burden to a heavenly 
 mind I'll put it up again. 
 
 Cur. O horrible ! you are too irreverent. 
 
 Alph. You are a fool. Muft I give my money to 
 every rogue that carries a grave look in's face ? 
 Muft my good angels wait upon him ? I'll find 
 'em other bufinefs. 
 
 Seb. But confider, fir, the wrong you do thofe 
 men may light on you : {hangers are entitled to, 
 3 fofter ufage. 
 
 Alph: Oons, half the kingdom will be Grangers, 
 fhortly, if this young flut's fuffer'd to go on with 
 her prodigalities. But I muft be an afs : Here, 
 (jrrah, (to Porter) fee 'era relieved for once ; do't 
 effectually too; d'ye hear ? Burft 'em, that I may 
 never fee 'em more. \_Exit Alphonfo. 
 
 Cur. Such a face as that, hire I have ken. 
 
 Seb. 1 thought fo too ; but we muft be miftaken. 
 
 [Exeunt Curio and Seberto. 
 
 Port. Come, will ye troop up, porridge regi- 
 ment ? Captain Poor~Quarler } will ye move ? 
 
 Enter
 
 8 ^"PIL'GRI M. 
 
 Enter Alinda and Juletta. 
 
 Alin. Why arc not thefe poor wretches ferved 
 yet ? 
 
 All Beg. Blefs our good miftrcfs. 
 
 Port. They are too high fed, madam, their ik>- 
 machs are not awake yet. 
 
 Alin. Do you make fport with their miferies ? 
 fir, learn more humanity, or I fhall find a way to 
 teach it you. 
 
 lft Beg. Kind heaven preferve her, and for ever 
 blefs her. 
 
 Alin. Blefs the good end that I mean it for. 
 
 [_Exeunt Porter and Beggars. 
 
 Jul. [afide) Would I knew what that Were ; if 
 it be for a man, I'd fay amen with all my heart. — 
 You have a very pretty band of penfioners, ma- 
 dam. 
 
 Alin. Vain-glory would feek more and hand- 
 fomer ; but I appeal to virtue what my end is. — 
 What men are thefe ? 
 
 Jul. Holy pilgrims they feem to be. What 
 pity 'tis that handfome young fellow fhould under- 
 go fo much penance : Would I were the faint he 
 makes his vow to ; I'd foon grant his requeft, let 
 him afk what he would. 
 
 Alin. You are pilgrims, firs, is't not fo ? 
 
 Old Pilg. We are, fair faint ; may heaven's 
 grace furround you ; may all good thoughts and 
 prayers dwell about you ; abundance be yoiir 
 friend, and holy charity be ever at your hand to 
 crown you glorious. 
 
 Alin. I than you, fir, peace guide your tra- 
 vels too; and, what you wifh for moil, end all 
 your troubles. Remember me by this (giving him 
 money), and in your prayers, when your Itrong 
 heart melts, meditate my poor fortunes. 
 
 Old
 
 The P I L G R I M. 9 
 
 Old Pilg. All my devotions wait upon your 
 fervice. 
 
 Alin. Are you of this country, fir ? 
 
 Old Pilg. Yes, worthieft lady, but far off bred : 
 My fortune's farther from me. 
 
 Aim. I am no inquifitor ; whatever vow, or 
 penance pulls you on, fir, confcience, or love, or 
 ftubborn difobedience, the faint you kneel to, 
 hear and eafe your travels. 
 
 Old Pilg. Yours ne'er begin ; and thus I feal 
 my prayers. [Exit. 
 
 Alin. (afide) How ftedfaftly this man looks up- 
 • on me ! How he fighs! Some great afTliclion fure's 
 the fource of his devotions. 
 
 [To Pedro.) Right holy fir. He turns from us: 
 Alas he weeps too : Something prcifes him he 
 would reveal, but dares not. Sir, be comforted : 
 If you want, to me you appear fo worthy of relief, 
 I'll be your fteward. Speak and take. He's dumb 
 ftill ! This man affe&s me ftrangely ! 
 
 Jul. 1 like his fhape well, {afide) 
 
 Alin. It may be he would fpeak to me alone. 
 (afide) Retire a little, Julietta ; but d'ye hear, 
 don't be far off. 
 
 Jul. I flian't, madam : Would I were nearer 
 him : A young, fmug, handfome holinefs has no 
 fellow, {afide) [Retires. 
 
 Alin. "Why do you grieve ? Do you find your 
 penance fharp ? Are the vows you have made too 
 mighty for you ? Or does the world allure you 
 to look back, and make you mourn the fofter 
 hours you have loll ? You are young, and feem 
 as you were form/d for manly refolution : Come, 
 be comforted. 
 
 Ped. I am, fair angel : and fuch a comfort from 
 your words I feel, that tho' calamities like angry 
 
 C waves,
 
 io The P I L G R I M. 
 
 <vaves, curl round, contending proudly who fliall 
 iirft devour me, yet I will ftem their danger. 
 
 Alin. He (peaks nobly, [ajide) 
 
 What do you want, fir ? 
 
 Pea. All that can make me happy : I want my- 
 felf. 
 
 Alin. Yourfelf ! who robb'd you, pilgrim ? 
 "Why does he look fo earneftly upon me ? 
 I want my felf ! 
 
 Indeed you holy wanderers are faid to feekmuch: 
 But to feek yourfelves 
 
 Ped. I feek my/elf, and am but my] elf's fliadow, 
 have loft my felf, and now am not fo noble. 
 
 Alin. [ajide) I feek myfeif ! Sure, fomething I 
 remember bears that motto; it is not he,; he's 
 younger, has a fmotherface; yet for thai y. / fake, 
 pilgrim, whofoe'erii be, take this, [offers money) 
 
 Ped. Your hand I dare take ; that be far from 
 me : Your hand I hold, and thus I kifs it ; and 
 thus I blefs it too. Be conjlant fiill : Be good : And 
 live to be a great example. [Exit. 
 
 Aim. One word more. He's gone : Heav'n, 
 how I tremble ! Be conjiant full ; 'tis the very 
 pofy here; and here without, be good. He wept 
 too as he left me. It muff be Pedro. Juletta. 
 
 Juletta comes forward. 
 
 Jul. Madam. 
 
 Alin. Take this key, and quickly fetch me the 
 jewel that lies in my little cabinet. [Exit Juletta) 
 That will determine all. It mull; be he : His face 
 was fmoother when I faw him Iaft ; yett here's 
 a manly look, a noble fhape, {till fpeak him 
 Pedro. 
 
 Enter Juletta. 
 Alin. Let me fee it : 'Tis fo ; 'tis he ; it muft 
 be he : He fpoke the words jufl as they Hand en-
 
 The PILGRIM. xi 
 
 graven here. I feek my [elf and am but myfelf'i 
 
 Jhadow. Poor Pedro ! But how fhall I recover 
 
 him ? Juletta, the pilgrim, where is he ? Which 
 
 way did he go ? 
 
 Jul. Alas ! madam, I don't know ; it's in vain 
 
 to feek him now. 
 
 Alia. I tell thee I muft fee him ; I gave him. 
 
 nothing. 
 
 Jul. That was ill done, indeed : for he's the 
 
 handfomeft fellow I have feen this many a day. 
 
 What makes her look fo thoughtful ? Sure here's 
 
 fomething afoot more than ordinary. [ Exit. 
 
 Alin. *Tis enough. He has done much for 
 
 me : I'll try what recompence 'tis in my power 
 
 to make him. 
 
 Forgive me, duty, if I break thy laws ! 
 My father's harm and bitter treatment 
 Makes me renounce my home — home I have 
 
 none 
 Without the youth I love — Oh Pedro ! 
 Thro' ev'ry change of fortune I will fly, 
 Thro' all inclemencies of earth and (ley, 
 The fharpeft trials of my fortunes prove, 
 To follow, and reward my conftant love. [Exit. 
 
 End of Aft I. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 S C E N E I. A Room in Alphonfo's Houfc. 
 
 Enter Alphonfo, Curio, Seberto, Juletta, Porter 
 
 and Servants. 
 
 Alph.f^AN fhe flip through a key-hole? Tell 
 
 V_J me that, refolve me : Can (he fly i'th' 
 
 air ? Is (he invifible ? Gone, and no body knew it ! 
 
 C 2 Seb.
 
 12 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 Seb. Pray be more moderate. 
 Alph. 'Oons find her out, or I'll hang ye all ; 
 you wagtail, you know her defigns, you were of 
 her council, [to Jul.) her advifcr ; where is fhe;, 
 huffy ? 
 
 Jul. You would know of me, fir ? 
 Alph. Of you, fir ! Yes of you, fir ; why what 
 are you, fir ? 
 
 Jul. Her fervant, fir, her faithful fervant. 
 Alph. Servant ! her fiddle-flick, her lady fairy, 
 to oil the doors o'nights, that they mayn't creak. 
 Where is fhe, infamy ? 
 Jul. 'Tis very well. 
 Alph. You lye, 'tis ill, damnable ill ; and either 
 
 confefs, or 
 
 Jul. Indeed I won't. 
 Seb. Why? 
 
 Jul. Becaufe I can't ; if I could, I'd give ano% 
 ther reafon. 
 
 Alph. Well faid; but I fhall deal with you, 
 you flut you. What fay you, thick-fkull, which 
 way did fhe get out ! Why were not my doors 
 fhut ? (to the Porter) 
 
 Port. They were an't pleafe you ; nothing open 
 but the key-hole. 
 
 Alph. Where did fhe lie ; who lay with her ? 
 Port. .Not I, an't pleafe you ; I lay with Fre- 
 derick in the flea-chamber. 
 
 Alph. Once more, of thee I demand her ; tell 
 
 me news of her, or expect the devil and all. 
 
 (to Juletta) 
 Cur. Come, Juletta, if you know any thing, tell 
 
 him 
 
 Jul. Look ye, fir, if I knew all, and had been 
 intrufted by her, not all the devils, you could call 
 upon, fhould fcare one fingle hint from me. 
 
 But
 
 The P I L G R I M. 13 
 
 But, fince I know nothing worth your knowings 
 I'll tell you what I do know. I know file's gone, 
 becaufe we can't find her. I know (he's gone 
 cunningly, becaufe you can't find which way. I 
 know (he was weary of your tyranny, becaufe the 
 devil would have been fo too: And I know, if 
 Jhe's wife, fhe'll never come again 
 
 Alph. Out of my doors. 
 
 Jul. That's all my poor petition. For were 
 your houfe gold, and fhe not in't, I mould think 
 it but a cage to whittle in. 
 
 Alph. Jade ; if fhe be above ground, I'll have 
 her — 
 
 Jul. I'd live in a coal-pit then, if I were fhe. 
 
 Cur. Indeed, fir, I fancy fhe knows nothing of 
 her flight ; you know her mad way of talking. 
 
 Alph. Hang her, hang her, fhe knows too much. 
 
 Enter Servant drunk. 
 
 Well, rafcal, have you any news of her ? 
 
 Serv. N — N — Not a drop, fir: The butler 
 gave me the key of the cellar, to fearch the cellar, 
 fir; fo I have been fearching the cellar. 
 
 Alph. Here's a dog for you. 
 
 Serv. I fearch'd every hogfhead, fir, and open'd 
 fome bottles, but could not find afpoonful of her. 
 
 Alph. You rafcal, get you out of my reach, or 
 I'll be thy murderer; [Servant retires* 
 
 Enter another Servant that Jlammers. 
 
 Serv. S, S, S, S, Sir. 
 
 Alph. Well, what news ? Be quick. 
 
 Serv. My yo, yo, yo,yo, young la-day is gone — 
 
 Alph. I know fhe's gone, you dog ; but where ? 
 
 Serv. Out at the P 
 
 Alph. Out with't, you fon of a whore 
 
 Serv. The Po, ho, ho, ho, ho, hoflcrn gate of 
 
 the ga, ha, ha, ha 
 
 Alph. This dog will make me mad; but one 
 
 Hammering rogue in the family, and it muft fall
 
 14 The PILGRIM. 
 
 to his fhare to give me an account of her. The 
 wind's in the Eaft too : the dog won't get it out 
 this hour. Where was it 5 firrah ! where was it ? 
 
 Serv. The ga-arden, fir, the ga-arden. 
 
 Alph. The garden, fir, the garden ; was it fo ? 
 And how do you know fhe got out of the garden, 
 ha? 
 
 Serv. I f f— — faw, an't p, p, p, p, p-leafe 
 
 you, the p— — j — print of her fo, fo, fo, foot. 
 
 Alph. Right, a foot, a little foot, a young whore's 
 foot? 
 
 Serv. Yes, fir. 
 
 Alph. And from thence fcrambled over the wall 
 into the park, and fo to the devil ? 
 
 Serv. So I fup,-p,-pofe, fir. — [retires up. 
 
 Alph. 'Tis very well, ye (tars, 'tis very well : 
 this comes of indulgence, I muft needs allow her 
 the key of the garden, to walk on faft-days, and 
 contemplate, with a pox : but I'll fetch her again, 
 with a firebrand at her tail. My horfes there.! — 
 
 Cur. You'll give us leave to wait upon you ? 
 
 Alph, That you may, if you pleafe. My horfe 
 there; difpatch. Are vou fohot? I'faith, I'll 
 cool you, mifirefs : muft you be jumping Joan ? 
 If I catch you again, I'll clap fuch a clog about 
 your neck, you fhall leap no more walls, I'll war- 
 rant you"; I'll hang Roderigo there, I'faith. My 
 horfes, quick ; and d'ye hear, keep me this young 
 lirry poop within doors, fail ; I fhall difcover 
 dame—— [Exeunt Alphonjo, Curio, and Sebcrto. 
 
 Stam. Serv. He's in the devil of a paffion, 
 
 [Exeunt Servants. 
 
 Jul. Indeed you won't, difcover fir. Well, love, 
 if thou be'ft with her; or whatever power elfe arms 
 her rcfolution, conduct her carefully, and keep 
 her from this madman — Direct her to her wifhes ; 
 dwell about her, let no difhonourable end o'er- 
 take her, danger or want ; and let me try my 
 fortune
 
 The PILGRIM. i 5 
 
 SONG: 
 
 '"THIS hot purfuit, 
 "* With threats to boot, 
 
 Have little to alarm me t 
 So war I wage, 
 Defy his rage, 
 
 And brave whate'er may harm me. 
 
 He fill may /wear, 
 Jindjlamp andjlare, 
 
 I'll neither fear nor faultir, 
 Whate'er may bind, 
 "Gain/2 woman's mind, 
 
 Will prove a rotten halter. 
 
 My mtflre/s flown, 
 I'llfoon be gone ; 
 
 Old crujly fvuears he'll tame her ; 
 For himjbe loves, 
 Abroad /he roves 
 
 In truth I cannot blame her, 
 
 Jn varied Jhapes, 
 
 Thro hair-breadth /capes, 
 
 Each way he tries to vain her : 
 She f corns reftraint, 
 Andfuch a/aint, 
 
 Would make e'en me a /inner* 
 
 Some trim di/guife, 
 No doubt Jhe tries, 
 
 I'll follow her example : 
 Of faith, of /kill, 
 And vjit at vuill, 
 
 I'll give 'emftraight a f ample. 
 
 So Jhe and I 
 Will fairly try, 
 
 Whofe trick or change can blind mojl ; 
 Andjince old Don, 
 You chufe to run, 
 
 the devil take the hindmojl, [Exit,
 
 16 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 SCENE" II. A Foreji and Cave. 
 
 Enter Roderigo and Out-laws. 
 
 ifl Out. You are not merry, captain. 
 
 Rod. Why. we get nothing, we have no fport: 
 wenching and drinking fpoil us ; we keep no guard. 
 
 2d Out. I'm fure there's neither merchant nor 
 gentleman paries, but we have tribute. 
 
 Rod. Yes, and while we fpend that idly, we let 
 thofe pafs that carry the beft booty : I'll have all 
 fearch'd and brought in. Rogues and beggars 
 have found the trick of late to become bankers. 
 In fhort, gentlemen, I'll have none efcape but my 
 friends and neighbours, who may be ufeful in 
 laying my innocence before the king : all others 
 Iliall pay their pafTport. 
 
 2d Out. You now fpeak like a captain ; if we 
 fpare any, flea us, and coin our caffocks. 
 
 Rod. You hear of no preparations the king in-, 
 tends again ft us ? 
 
 ifl Out. Not a word : don't we fe ehis garrifons ? 
 
 Rod. Who have we out now ? 
 
 2d Out. Good fellows, that, if there be any 
 purchafe ftirring, won't flip it ; Jaques and Lopez, 
 lads that know their bufinefs. 
 
 Rod. Where's the boy you brought in e'en now ? 
 He's a pretty lad, and of a quick capacity 
 
 ifl Out. He's within at meat, fir; the poor 
 knave's hungry ; yet he feafons all he eats or 
 drinks, with tears. 
 
 2d Out. He's young ; 'tis fear ajid want of 
 company. 
 
 Rod;
 
 The PILGRI M. 17 
 
 Rod. Don't ufe him roughly, and he'll foon 
 grow bolder. I intend to keep him to wait upon 
 me ; I like the boy ; there's fomething in his face 
 pleafes me ftrangely : be fure you all ufe him 
 gently. 
 
 ijl Out. Here's a little box, fir, we took about 
 him, which almoft broke his heart to part with : 
 I fancy there's fomething of value in it ; I can't 
 open it. 
 
 Rod. Alas ! fome little money, I warrant you, 
 the poor kriave carry'd to defray his charge : I'll 
 give it him again. 
 
 "itwfcr 'Jaques, Lopez, and Outlaws, with Pedro. 
 How now ! Who's this ? What have you brought 
 me here, foldiers ? 
 
 Jaq. Why, truly, we don't well know ; only 
 he's a damn'd fullen fellow. 
 
 Rod. Where did you take him ? 
 
 Lop. Upon the fkirt of the wood, fauntering and 
 peeping about, as if he were looking for the beft 
 accefs to our quarters : money he had enough ; 
 and, when we threatened him, he fmiled and 
 yielded, but would not fpeak one word. 
 
 Rod. Pilgrim, come hither ; are you a pilgrim, 
 fir ? A piece of pretty holinefs ; do you fhrink, 
 my mailer ? A fmug young faint this. What 
 country were you born in, I pray ? What, not a 
 word ? Had your mother this excellent virtue too ? 
 Sure, me was a matchlefs woman : what a bleffed 
 family this fellow fprung from ! fure he was begot 
 in a calm. Are your lips fealed, or do you fcorn 
 to anfwer ? Look you, lir, you are in my handst- 
 and I fhall be too hard for you : put off his bon- 
 net, foldiers. You have a fpeaking face, fir. 
 
 Lop. A handfome one, I'm fure; this pilgrim 
 can't want flic-faints to pray to. 
 
 D Rod.
 
 18 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 Rod. Stand nearer : ha ? 
 
 Fed. Come, do your word ; I am ready. 
 
 Rod. Have you found your tongue then ? Re- 
 tire all, and let me talk with him alone ; and keep 
 your guards {trifcl. (Exeunt all but Rod. and Fed.) 
 So, now, what art thou ? 
 
 Fed. What am I ? My habit mews me what 
 I am. 
 
 Rod. A defperate fool ; and fo thy fate fhall 
 tell thee. What devil brought thee hither ? For 
 I know thee. 
 
 Fed. I know thou doft ; and fince it is my for- 
 tune to light into thy hands, I muft conclude the 
 moft malicious of devils brought me; yet feme 
 men lay thou art noble 
 
 Rod. Not to thee ; that were a benefit to mock 
 the giver. Thy father hates my friends and fa- 
 mily ; and thou haft been the heir of all his ma- 
 lice : can two fuch {forms then meet, and part 
 ■\yithout killing ? 
 
 Fed. You have the mightier hand. 
 
 Rod. And fo I'll ufe it. 
 
 Fed. I cannot hinder you ; lefs can I beg fub- 
 miffive at his knees that knows no honour, that 
 bears the (lamp of man, and not his nature. You 
 may do what you pleafe. 
 
 Rod. I will do all. 
 
 Ped. I do expeel thou wilt ; for hadft thou been 
 a noble enemy, thou wouldft have fought me 
 whilft I carried arms, whilft my good fword was 
 my profefiion, and then have cried out, Pedro, 
 1 defy thee ; then fluck Alphonfo's quarrel on 
 thy point. But now, thou poorly, bafely, fetteft 
 thy toils to catch me, and like the trembling pea- 
 fant, that dares not meet the lion in the face, 
 
 dig'ft
 
 7 he PILGRIM. 19 
 
 dig'ft crafty pit-falls for the generous brute. Thou 
 
 fhame to Spanifh honour. 
 
 Rod. Thy bravery is to thy habit due : that 
 
 holy drefs thou think'ft will be thy fancluary ; 
 
 thou wilt not find it fo. 
 
 Fed. I look not for't : the more unhallow'd 
 wretch howe'er art thou t'invade it. 
 
 Rod. When you were braveft, fir, and your 
 fword fharpeft. I durft affront you, you know I 
 durft ; when the court fun gilded you, and every 
 cry was, The young hopeful Pedro, Alonfo's 
 fprightly fon ! then I durft meet you, when you 
 were mafter of this mighty fame, and all your 
 glories in the full meridian. Had we then come 
 
 to competition, which I often fought 
 
 Fed. And I defired too. 
 
 Rod. You fhould have feen this fword and felt 
 it too, fharper than forrow felt it. Then like a 
 gentleman I would have ufed thee, and given thee 
 the fair fortune of thy cafl : but fince thou fteal'ft 
 upon me like a fpy, and thief-like think'ft that 
 holy cafe fhall fave thee, bafe as thy purpofes 
 thy end fhall be. Soldiers, appear, and bring a 
 halter with ye. I'll forgive your holy habit, fir, 
 but I'll hang you. 
 
 Enter Lopez, Jaques, and Out-Laws. 
 
 Jaq. Here's a halter, noble captain : what 
 fervice have you for't ? 
 
 Rod. That traytor has fervice for't : trufs him 
 up. 
 
 Jaq. With all my heart : dy'e want a band, 
 fir ? I'll fit it to your collar immediately. 
 
 Lop. What's his fault, captain ? 
 
 Rod. 'Tis my will, he perifh ; that's his fault. 
 
 Fed. A captain of good government : come, 
 
 D 2 foldiers,
 
 20 The PILGRIM. 
 
 foldiers, come, you are roughly bred, and bloody ; 
 fhew your obedience, and the joy you have in 
 executing impious commands. You have a cap- 
 tain feals you liberal pardons : be no more chrif- 
 tians, 'tis not in your way ; put religion by, 'twill 
 make you cowards. Feel no tendernefs ; nor let 
 a thing, called confeience, trouble you. Bear 
 no refpccl to what I fecm ; were I a faint indeed, 
 why fhould that {tagger ye ? You know no holi- 
 nefs ! to be excellent in evil is your goodnefs ; 
 and be fo, 'twill become you ; have no hearts, for 
 fear you fhould repent, repentance will be dan- 
 gerous. 
 
 Rod. Trufs up the preacher. 
 
 Peel. The racks of confeience are of dire im- 
 portance ; be therefore fteady in your mifchiefs; 
 waver not. 
 
 Rod. Up with him, I fay. 
 
 Red. Why do you not obey your chief? Come, 
 this one daring flroke at heaven will make ye 
 harden'd foldiers of iniquity. 
 
 Rod. What do the villains gaze at ? Why am 
 I not obey'd ? 
 
 Jaq. What would you have us do ? 
 
 Rod. Difpatch the babler 
 
 Jaq. And have religious blood hang o'er our 
 heads ? We have fins enough already to make 
 our graves loathe us. 
 
 Rod, I fhaii not be obey'd then ? 
 
 Lc-p. Obey'd ? I don't know ; though I am a 
 thief, I'm no hangman : they are two trades ; I 
 don't care to meddle with holy blood. 
 
 Rod. Holy, or unholy, I'll have it done. 
 
 Jaq. If 1 do't I'll be damned. 
 
 lji Out. Or I. 
 
 id Out. Or I. We'll do any thing that's rea- 
 
 i'on able ;
 
 The V I L G R I M. 21 
 
 fonable; but the devil would flinch at fuch a 
 job. 
 
 Jaq. I have done as many villanies as another; 
 
 and, though I fay't, with as few qualms: but 
 
 I don't like this, it goes againft my ftomach. 
 
 Rod. Have ye then confpired, ye flaves ? 
 
 Fed Why art thou fo diflurb'd at their refufal ; 
 if 'tis my life alone thou want'fl, why with thy own 
 curft hand doll thou not take it ? Thine's the re- 
 venge ; be thine the glory. 
 
 Rod. 'Ti« enough ; I'll make ye all repent this 
 llubbornneis ; nor will I yet be baffled. Let him 
 not Tape, I charge ye, on your lives. [Exit Rod. 
 
 'jug. What the devil have you done, pilgrim, 
 to make him rave and rage thus ? Have you kill'd 
 his father, or his mother, or ftrangled any of his 
 kindred ? 
 
 Lop. Or has he no fillers ? Han't you been 
 bufy about them ? 
 
 jaq. O' my confeience his quarrel to thee is 
 not for being holier than he. 
 
 Lop. Nor, for feeming an honefler man ; for we 
 have no trading here with fuch fluff. To be ex- 
 cellent thieves is all we aim at. Hark thee, pil- 
 grim, wilt thou take a fpit and liride, and try 
 if thou canfl out-run us ? 
 
 Pet No, I fcorn to fhift his fury. 
 
 Jaq. Thou wilt be hang'd then. 
 
 Fed. I cannot die with fewer faults about me. 
 
 Jaq. I fancy he'll moot him ; for the devil's 
 in't if he hang him himfelf. 
 
 Lop. No, he's too proud for that ; he'll make 
 fomebody do't: fee here he comes again, and as 
 full of rage as ever. 
 
 Jaq. He has got the boy with him ; fure he 
 won't make him do't. 
 
 Lop. As like as not. Enter
 
 2B The P I L G R I M. 
 
 Enter Roderigo and Alinda. 
 
 Rod. Come, firrah, no wonders. Nay, don't 
 flare, nor hang back ; do't, or I'll hang you, you 
 young dog. 
 
 Alin. Alas, fir, what would you have me do ? 
 Heaven's goodnefs fhield me. 
 
 Rod. Do ? Why hang a rogue that would hang 
 me. 
 
 Alin. I'm a boy, and weak, fir ; pray excufe 
 me. 
 
 Rod. Thou art flrong enough to tie him to a 
 bough, and turn him off. Come, be quick. 
 
 Alin. For heaven's fake, fir. 
 
 Rod. Do you difpute, firrah ? 
 
 Alin. O, no, fir, I'll do the belt I can. Which 
 is the man, fir ? 
 
 Rod. That in the pilgrim's coat there ; that de- 
 vil in the faint's fkin. 
 
 Alin. Guard me, ye powers. 
 
 Rod. Come, difpatch. 
 
 Fed. I wait thy worfi. 
 
 Jaq. to Lcp. Will the boy do it ? Is the rogue 
 fo bold? 
 
 Lop. He (hakes and trembles, 
 
 Ped. Doft thou feck more coals flill to fear thy 
 confeience ? Work facred innocence to be a de- 
 vil ? Do it thyfelf, for fhame : Thou bell be- 
 comeft it. 
 
 Rod. Thou art not worthy on't. No, this child 
 fhall ftrangle thee. A crying girl, if fhe were here, 
 fhould mailer thee: 
 
 Alin. How fhall I fave him ? How myfelf from 
 violence ? [afide] Are you prepared to die, fir ? 
 
 Ped, Yes, boy : Prithee to thy bufinefs. 
 
 Jaq. The young dog begins to look as if he 
 would do't in earnefl. 
 
 Alin.
 
 The P I L G R I M. 23 
 
 Alin. If y'are prepared, how can you be fo an- 
 gry, fo perplexed ? Heaven's won by patience, 
 not by heat and paflion. 
 
 Lop. The baftard will make a good prieft. 
 
 Ped. I thank thee, gentle child, thou teacheft 
 rightly. 
 
 Alin. Methinks you feem to fear too. 
 
 Ped. Thou fee'ft more than I feel, boy. 
 
 Alin. You tremble fure. 
 
 Ped. No, boy, 'tis but thy tendernefs ; prithee 
 make hafte."* 
 , Alin. Are you fo willing then to go ? 
 
 Ped. Moft willing. I would not borrow from 
 his bounty one poor hour of life, to gain an age of 
 
 § loi 7* 
 
 Alin. And is your reckoning ftated right with 
 
 heaven ? 
 
 Ped. As right as truth, boy ; I could not go 
 more joyful to a wedding. 
 
 Alin. Then to your prayers ! I'll difpatch you 
 prefently. 
 
 Rod. A good boy ; I'll reward thee well. 
 
 Alin. I thank you, fir ; but pray allow me a 
 fhort word in private. (Rodcrigo figns to Outlaws 
 
 who retire with Pedro.) 
 Now guide my tongue, ye blefled faints above. 
 
 (a fide) 
 
 Rod. What wouldft thou have, child ? 
 
 Alin. Mali this man die ? 
 
 Rod. Why dolt thou afk that qucftion ? 
 
 Alin. Pray be not angry ; if he muft, I'll do 
 it : But muft he now ? 
 
 Rod. What elfe : Who dare reprieve him ? 
 
 Alin. Pray think again ; and as the injuries are 
 great this man has done you, fo fuit your ven- 
 
 geance to em. 
 
 Rod.
 
 •2.1 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 d. I do ; 'tis therefore he mud die • 
 
 R ' : iat is a trifle ? 
 
 slim. Death, if he die now. 
 
 Rod. Why, my belt hoy ? 
 
 is it revenge to faint your enemy ? clap 
 the dove's wings of downy peace upon him, and 
 let him foar to heaven : Is this revenge ? 
 
 Rod. Yet die he muff. 
 
 Aim Right : Let him die, hut not prepared to 
 die. That were the bleffing of a father on him; 
 and all who know and love revenge would laugh 
 at you. You fee, thus fortified, he fcorns your 
 threats ; defpifes all your tortures ; fmiles to be- 
 hold your rage ; fo blind your view, that while 
 von aim his hated foul to hell, you fhoot it up to 
 heaven. Shall he die now ? 
 
 Lcp. What has the boy done to him ? 
 
 Jaq. How thoughtfully he looks ! 
 
 Alin. Come, fir, you are wife, and have the 
 world's regard ; you are valiant too ; fee then your 
 valour honour'd. 'Twill be a flam to both, indeed 
 it will, to have it faid, you have given your fury 
 leave to prey on a poor pafTive wayward pilgrim. 
 
 Rod. The boy has fhaken me : What wouldit 
 thou have me do ? 
 
 Alin. Alas, fir. do you afk a child ? But fince 
 you do, I'll fay the belt I know, I'd have you 
 then do bravely, fcornhim, and let him go. You 
 have made him ircmble, now feal his pardon ; and 
 when he appears a fubje/El fit for anger, fit for you, 
 his pious armour off. his hopes no higher than 
 your fwordmay reach, then ftrike the noble blow. 
 I hope I have turn'd him. (afidc) 
 
 Rod. Here ; let the fool go I fcorn his life 
 too much to take it from him. But if we meet 
 again Ped;
 
 The P I L G R I M. 25 
 
 Ped. I thank ye. fir. 
 
 Rod. No more : Be gone. [Exit Pedro. 
 
 Aim. Why this was greatly done, moil noble. 
 But whither is he gone ! O, mail we never meet 
 happy ? (ajide) 
 
 Rod, Come, boy, thou fhalt retire with me ; I 
 love thy company : Thou haft a pleafing tongue ; 
 come with me, child. 
 
 Alin. I'll wait upon ye, fir. — O! Pedro, {a fide) 
 
 [Exeunt Roderigo and Alinda. 
 
 L06. The boy has don't ; he has Caved the pil- 
 grim. A cunning young rogue ; I fhall love him 
 for't heartily. 
 
 Jaq. And fo fhall I. But the knave's fo good, 
 I'm afraid rje'll ruin us, he'll make us all honeft. 
 
 lfl: Out. Marry, heaven forbid. 
 
 2d Out. He'll find that a harder talk than to fave 
 the pilgrim. 
 
 Lop. That I believe : But come, gentlemen, 
 let's to fupper ; we'll drink the boy's health, and 
 fo about our bufinefs. [Exeunt. 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 SCENE II. The Forejl and Cave. 
 
 Enter Roderigo, Jaquez, Lopez, and Out- 
 laws. 
 
 Rod. 'HpIS ftrange none of )OU fhouM knew 
 
 JL ner - 
 Jaq. Alas ! we never faw her, nor heard of 
 
 her but from you. 
 
 E Lop,
 
 26 The V I L G R I M. 
 
 Lop: I don't think 'twas fhe ; methinks a wo- 
 man mould not dare 
 
 . Rod. Thou fpcak'ft thou know'ft not what : 
 What dare not woman when fhe is provoked ? 
 That it is me, thefc jewels here confirm me ; for 
 part of them I myftlf fent her, which (tho'againft 
 her will) her father forced her to accept and 
 wear. 
 
 Lop. 'Tis very ftrange, a wench, and we not 
 know it ; I ufed to have a better nofe. 
 
 Jaq. But what could be her bufinefs here ? 
 
 Rod. That's what diftrafts me. O that cant- 
 ing pilgrim, that villain Pedro ! There lies my 
 torture, How cunningly me pleaded for him ! 
 How artfully me faved him ! Death and tor- 
 ments, had ye been true to me, I ne'er had fuf- 
 fer'd this. 
 
 Jaq. Why you might have hang'd him if you 
 would ; and would he had been hang'd, that's all 
 we care for't, fo we had not don't — — 
 
 Rod. But where is fhe now ? What care have 
 "ye had of that ? Why have ye let her go, to def- 
 pife and laugh at me ? 
 
 Lop. The devil that brought her hither, has 
 carried her back again, I think ; for none of 
 us lav; her go. 
 
 Jaq. No living thing came this night through 
 our watches. You know fhe went with you. 
 
 Rod. And was by me, till I fell afleep : But, 
 
 en I waked and call'd, was gone. Curfe on 
 my dulnefs, why did I not open this? This 
 would have told me all. 
 
 Enter Alphonfo and Outlaios. 
 h. Prithee bring me to thy captain, where 's 
 ptain 5 fellow ? Oh, I am founder'd, I am 
 
 melted ;
 
 The P I L G R I M. 27 
 
 melted ; the devil has enticed me with the voice 
 of a wench. Where's thy captain, fellow ? 
 
 lft Out, Here, fir, there he ftands. 
 
 Alph. O captain, how doft thou, captain ? I 
 have been fool'd, bubbled, made an afs on : My 
 daughter's run away; I have been haunted too ; 
 have loft my horfe, am ftarved for want of meat, 
 and out of my wits. 
 
 Rod. I'm forry, fir, to fee you engaged in fo 
 many misfortunes : But pray walk in, refrefh 
 yourfelf, and I'll inform you what has happen'd 
 here ; but I'll recover your daughter, or lofe my 
 life. 
 
 Alph. My daughter be damn'd. Order me 
 drink enough ; I'm almoft choak'd. 
 
 Rod. You mall have any thing. £ Exit Alph. 
 What think you now, foldiers ? 
 
 Jaq. I think, a woman's a woman ; that's all. 
 
 [_Exit Rod. 
 
 Lop. And I think the next boy we take, we 
 fhould fearch him a little nearer. [Exeunt; 
 
 Enter Juletta. 
 
 Jul. This is Roderigo's quarter ; my old maf- 
 ter's gone in here, and I'll be with him foon; I'll 
 flartle him a little better than I have done. All 
 this long night have I led him out of the way, to 
 try his patience. I have made him fwear and 
 curfe, and prav and curfc again : I have m; 
 him lofe his horfe too, whittled him through thick 
 and thin. Down in a ditch I had him ; there he lay 
 bellowing, till I call'd him out to guide his nofe 
 pop into a furz-bufh. Ten tl md tricks I have 
 play'd him, and ten thoufand will acid to them, 
 before I have done with him. I'll teach him to 
 
 E 2 plague
 
 23 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 plague poor young woman. But all this while 
 I can't meet with my dear miftrefs. I'm cruelly 
 afraid (he mould be in diflrefs ; would I could 
 come to comfort her : But, till I. do, I'll haunt 
 thy ghoft, alphonfo; I will, old crab-tree. He 
 fhan't fleep; I'll get a drum for him, I'll frighten 
 him out of his wits ; I have fuch a hurricane in 
 my head, I have almoft loft my own already ; 
 and I'm refolved I won't be i ad alone. <en 
 
 a woman fcts upon playing the devil, 'twere a 
 fhame (he mould not do't to the purpofe. [Exit. 
 
 SCENE II. Another Part of the Forejl. 
 Enter Seberto and Curio. 
 
 Seb. 'Tis ftranre, in all the tour we have made, 
 v. e mould have no news at all of her. 
 
 Cur. I can't think (he's got fo far. 
 
 Seb. She's certainly difguifed ; her modefty 
 would never venture in her own fhape. 
 
 Cur. Let her take any jfhape, I'm fure I could 
 difunffuifli her. 
 
 Seb. So could I, I think. Has not her father 
 found her ? 
 
 Cur. Not he, he's fo wild he would not know 
 her. if he met her. 
 
 Seb. I hope he would not ; for 'tis pity fhe 
 fiiould fall into his hands. But where are we, 
 Curio ? 
 
 Cur. In a wood, I think ; hang me if I know 
 elfe : And yet I have ridden all thefe coafts, and 
 at all hours. 
 
 ieb. I wifh we had a guide. 
 
 Cur. If I am not much miflaken, Seberto, we 
 are not far from Roderigb's quarters. I think it 
 
 in this thicket he and iiis Outlaws harbour. ' 
 
 Seb.
 
 The PILGRIM. 29 
 
 Seb. Then we are where Air. honfo appointed 
 to meet us. 
 
 Cur. I believe we are ; would we could meet 
 fome living thing to inform us. 
 
 Seb. What's that there ? 
 
 Cur. A boy, I think ; flay, why may not he di- 
 rect us ? 
 
 Enter Alinda. 
 
 Alin. I am hungry, and I am weary, almoft 
 fpent, yet cannot find him ; keep me in my wits, 
 good heave*h ! O my head. 
 . Seb. Hey, boy, doft hear, thou {tripling ? 
 
 Aim. O my fears, fome of Roderigo's wicked 
 crew. If I am carried back to him, I then indeed 
 am wretched. 
 
 Cur. Doit know what place this is, child ? 
 
 Alin. No, indeed, lir, not I. O my bones ! 
 
 Seb. What doft thou complain for, boy ? A 
 very pretty lad this. 
 
 Cur. What's the matter with thee, child ? 
 
 Alin. Alas, fir, I was going to Segovia, to fee 
 my fick mother, and here I have been taken, 
 robb'd, and beaten by drunken thieves. O my 
 head ! 
 
 Seb. What rogues are thefe to ufe a poor bov 
 thus ! look up, child, be of good cheer, hold up 
 thy head. 
 
 Alin. O I cannot, it hurts me if I do ; they 
 have given me a great blow on the neck. 
 
 Cur. What thieves arc they, doft know ? 
 
 Alin. They call the captain Rodcrigo. O dear, 
 O dear. 
 
 Cur. Look you there; I knew we were there- 
 abouts. 
 
 Seb, Doft thou want any thing ? 
 
 Alin.
 
 3 o The PILGRIM. 
 
 Alirt. Nothing but eafe, fir. 
 
 Cur. There's fome money for thee, however, 
 and get thee to thy mother. 
 
 Alin. I thank ye, gentlemen ; pray heaven 
 blefs ye. 
 
 Seb. Come, let's along, we can't lofe our way 
 now. [Exeunt Seberto and Curio. 
 
 Alin, I'm glad you are gone, gentlemen ; I 
 know you are honeft men, but I don't know whe- 
 ther you are on my fide upon this occafion : Lord, 
   I tremble, fend me but once into Pedro's 
 
 arms, dear fortune, and then come what will 
 
 "Which way flia.ll I go, 'or what mall I do ? 'tis 
 atmoft night again, and I know not where to get 
 either meat or lodging. Thefe wild woods, and 
 jhe various fancies that poffefs my brain, will run 
 me mad. Hey ho ! 
 
 Enter Juletta with a drum* 
 
 Jul. Boy ! boy ! 
 
 Alin. More fet to take me. 
 
 Jul Doft hear, boy ? A word with thee. 
 in. 'Tis a boy too, I can deal with him. 
 
 Jul. Hark ye, young man ; can you beat a 
 drum ? 
 
 Alin. A drum ! 
 
 Jul. A drum ! ay, a drum ; didft never fee a 
 drum, mun ? Prithee try if thou canft make it 
 grumble. 
 
 Alin. .) Juletta's face and tongue ; is fhe 
 
 run mad too ? Or is there fome dehgn in this ? 
 I'm jealous oF every thil 
 
 Jul. I'll give thee a ryal, but to go along with 
 me to-night, and hurry durry this a little. 
 
 Alin. I care not for your ryal nor you neither, 
 
 I have
 
 The P I L G R I M. 31 
 
 I have other bufinefs; prithee drum to thyfelf 
 and dance to't. 
 
 Jul. Why, how now, you faucy young dog 
 you ! I have a good mind to lay down my drum,, 
 and take ye a flap o'er the face. 
 
 Alln. Hark, here comes more company, I fhali 
 be taken at laft. Heaven fhield me ! ["Exit. 
 
 Jul. Bafto ! who's there ? 
 
 Enter Roderigo, Lopez, and Outlaws. 
 ■► 
 
 Lop. Do you need me any farther, captain } 
 ' Rod. No, not a foot : give me the fword. 
 
 Jul. This is the devil thief ; and, if he take me, 
 woe be to my little gafkins. (afide) 
 
 Lop. Certainly, fir, {he'll change her habit. 
 
 Rod. Let her do what fhe will, (he can't asjain 
 deceive me. No, no, Alinda, 'tis not the habit 
 of a boy can twice delude me. 
 
 Jul. A boy, what a dull jade have I been! (afide. 
 
 Rod. If fhe be found i'th' woods, fend me word, 
 prefently, and I'll return ; flie can't be got far. 
 
 If you don't find her, expert me when you 
 
 fee me. No more ; farewel. 
 
 \_Exeunt Rod. and Outlaws fiparately.' 
 
 Jal. I'm very glad thou art go* This boy 
 
 was the boy I taik'd to : the very fame, how 
 haftily it fhifted me ! what a mop-ey'd afs was I, 
 I could not know her. It muft be fhe ; 'tis fhe : 
 now I remember, how loath fhe was' to talk ; how 
 Ihy flie was of me. I'll follow her ; butwhofhali 
 plague her father there ? No, I mud not quit him 
 yet : I mult have one flirt more at him, and then 
 for the voyage. Come, drum, make ready. Thou 
 •Gauit do me fervice, \_Exit. 
 
 S C ENE
 
 32 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 SCENE III. The For eft and Cave* 
 
 Enter Jaquez and Outlaws. 
 
 Jail. Are they all fct ? 
 
 ift Out. All, and each quarter's quiet. 
 
 Jaq. Is old Alphonfo aflcep ? 
 
 lfl Out. An hour ago. 
 
 Jag. We mult be very careful in our captain's 
 abfence. 
 
 \Jl Out. It concerns us, he won't be long from 
 us (drum beats.) Hark ! 
 
 Jaq. What! 
 
 ijl Out. A drum. 
 
 Jaq. The devil ! 
 
 lft Out. Tis not the wind, fure. 
 
 Jaq. No, that's ftill and calm — (drum again.) 
 Hark, again. 
 
 j ft Out. Tat, tat. 
 
 Jaq. It comes nearer : we are furprized; 'tis 
 by the King's command ; we are all dead men. 
 
 (A charge by drum. 
 
 lft Out. Hark, hark, a charge now. Our cap- 
 tain has betray 'd us all. 
 
 Jaq. This comes of love. Poverty, a fcold- 
 •ing wife, and ten daughters be his recompence. 
 
 Enter Lopez, and Outlaws. 
 
 Lop. D'ye hear the drum ? 
 
 Jaq. Yes, we do hear it. (Drum again. 
 
 lft Out. Hark, another on that fide. 
 
 Enter third Outlaw. 
 
 3<i Out. Fly, fly, fly ! we are all taken, we are 
 all taken ! A thoufand horfe and foot, a thou- 
 fand pioneers and every man a halter by his fide. 
 
 Lop.
 
 The PILGRIM. 33 
 
 Lop. A difmal night, companions ! what's to 
 be done ? 
 
 Jaa. Every man fhift for himfelf. (drum again. 
 
 [_Exeunt Jeverally. 
 Enter Alphonfo, and an Outlaw. 
 
 Alph. Ay, marry, fir, where's my horfe now ? 
 What a plague did I do amongft thefe rogues ? 
 Is there ne'er a hole to creep into ? I fhall be 
 taken for their captain, and out of refpeft to my 
 poft, be hang'd up firll. A plague of all cere- 
 monies, cry»I : what will become of me ? I mufl 
 be a daughter-hunting, with a plague-to me : Lord ! 
 Lord! that a foolifh young jade mould lead a wife 
 old rogue into fo much mifchief. But hark ; hark, 
 I fay : ay^ here they come. That I had but the 
 {trumpet here now, to find 'em a little play while 
 I made my efcape 
 
 Enter Seberto, Curio, and Outlaws. 
 
 Seb: What do you fear ? What do you run 
 from ? Here are no foldiers, nobody from the 
 King to attack you : are you all mad ? 
 
 Lop. Ay, but the drum; the drum, fir, did not 
 you hear the drum ? 
 
 Cur. I never faw fuch pigeon-hearted rogues ; 
 what drum, vou fools ? What danger ? Who's that 
 ftands Chaking there behind, enough to infeft a 
 whole army with cowardice. Mercy on me, fir, 
 is't you ? What is't that frights you thus ? 
 
 Alph. Are there any hopes ; do ye think I could 
 buy my pardon ? 
 
 Seb. What is't that has frighted you thus out 
 of your fenfes ? Here's no danger near you : a 
 drum I heard indeed, and faw it, a boy was beat- 
 ing it ; hunting fquirrels by moon-light. 
 
 Cur, Nothing elfe, upon my word, fir, 
 
 F Alph.
 
 34 7 he PILCRI M. 
 
 Alph. That rogue, the very boy, no doubt on't, 
 tbat haunted i e all lafl night. I wifh i had him, 
 he has plagued my heart our. But come, let's go 
 in, and let me get on my'cloaths; if I ftay here 
 any longer to bemartyr'd thus. 111 h m ther 
 
 daughter; Where is that jewel ? Have you met 
 her yet ? 
 
 Seb. No; we have no news of her. 
 
 Alph. Then I can teU you fome? fhe has been 
 here in boy's cloaths, fhe has trufs'd up her o- 
 defty in a pair of breeches. There has bee; a 
 pilgrim with her too. I fuppofe the game's al- 
 molt up by this time. 
 
 Cur. A young boy we met, fir. 
 
 Alph. Dreft in blue ? 
 
 Cur. Dreft in blue. 
 
 Alph. The {trumpet. 
 
 Cur. Impofiible ! 
 
 Alph, True in the literal fenfe. 
 
 Seb. 'Tis wonderful we fhculd not know her. 
 
 Alph. Damn her; that's all. Come, get me 
 fome wine, a great deal : this halter makes me 
 keckle in the throat flill. [Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE IV. A Chamber hi a Mad-houfe. 
 
 Enter Keepers. 
 
 lfl Keep. Carry mad Befs fome meat, fhe 
 roars like thunder. And tie the parfon fhort. Who 
 looks to the 'prentice ? Keep him from women ; 
 'twill run him horn-mad. 
 
 2d Keep. Thejuftice keeps fuch a ftir yonder 
 with his charges, and fuch a coil with his warrants. 
 
 \ji Keep. Take away his ftatutes ; the devil has 
 pollefs'd him in the likeneis of penal laws. How 
 is't with the fcholar ? 
 
 2d Kef p.
 
 The PILGRIM. 35 
 
 2d Keep. For any thing I fee he is in's right 
 wits. 
 
 ijl Keep. Thou art an afs ; his head's too full 
 of other people's wits, to leave room for his own. 
 But come, let's away and ferve 'em. [Exeunt 
 
 SCENE V. Cells in the Mad-houfe. 
 Enter Keepers, and mad Englifhman. 
 
 Engl. Give me fome drink. 
 
 ifl Keep. O ho ! here's the Englifhman. 
 
 Engl. Fill me a thoufand pots, and froth 'em, 
 froth 'em ; down o'your knees, you rogues, and 
 
 pledge me roundly • one, two, three and four. 
 
 To the great Turk, I'm his friend, and will pre- 
 fer him ; he fhall quit his crown .and be a 
 
 tapfter. 
 
 i/2 Keep. Peace, thou heathenifh drunkard, 
 peace for fhame. Thefe Englifh are malt-mad; 
 when they have a fruitful year of barley, the 
 whole ifland's thus. 
 
 Engl. Who talks of barley ? My drink's fmall ; 
 down with the malt-tax Huzza. Who's that ? 
 An excifeman ? The devil. 
 
 Enter a She- Fool. 
 
 Fool. Give you a good even, gaffer. Will ye 
 walk into the coal-houfe, gaffer ? 
 
 \jl Keep. Who a vengeance looks to her ? Go 
 in, Kate, go in, and I'll give thee a fine apple. 
 
 Fool. Will you bufs me, and play with me, and 
 make me laugh. 
 
 lfl Keep. I'll fcourge you, huffy. 
 
 Engl. Fool, fool, come to me, fool. 
 
 Fool. And fhall I have a coach ? 
 
 Engl. Drawn with four turkies. 
 
 Fool. Turkies ! O dear me ! we fhall have eggs 
 then. 
 
 F a Engh
 
 36 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 Engl. Ay, ay, and they fhall be all addle, and 
 make a tanzy for the devil. Come, come away, 
 fool. 
 
 \fl Keep. Here comes my matter. Away with 
 J em both. \Exeunt Keep, with the madman and fool. 
 
 Enter Majler^two Gentlemen and Mad Scholar, 
 
 ijl Gent. I'll affure you, fir, the cardinal's an- 
 gry with you for keeping this young man. 
 
 Majl. I'm heartily forry, fir: If you allow 
 him found, pray take him with you. 
 
 2d Gent. We can find nothing in him light 
 nor tainted ; no (tarts, no rubs in all his anfwers : 
 His letters too are full of difcretion, learning, 
 and in a handfome (tile. 
 
 Majl. Don't be deceived, fir; mark but his 
 look. 
 
 ijl Gent. His grief and his imprifonment may 
 ftamp that there. 
 
 Majl. Pray talk with him again then. 
 
 2d Gent. That will be needlefs, we hawe tried 
 him long enough ; and if he h?.d a taint, we 
 mould have met with't. You find no ficknefs ? 
 
 Scho. None, fir, I thank heaven ; nor nothing 
 that difturbs my understanding. 
 
 ijl Gent. Do you ileep a nights ? 
 
 6cho. Perfecllv found and fweet. 
 
 2d. Gent. Have you no fearful dreams ? 
 
 Scho. Sometimes, as all have who go to bed 
 with raw and windy flomachs. 
 
 \Jl Gent. Is there no unkindnefs you have re- 
 ceived from any friend, or parent ? or fcorn 
 from what you loved ? 
 
 Scho. No, truly fir. I have not yet feen vil- 
 lainy enough to make me doubt the truth of friend 
 
 or
 
 The PILGRIM. 37 
 
 or kindred — and what love is, unlefs it lie ia 
 learning, I am ignorant. 
 
 ' \jl Gent. This man is perfeft ; I never met 
 with one that talk'd more regularly. 
 Majl. You'll find it otherwife. 
 2d Gent. I mull tell you plainly, fir, I think 
 you keep him here to make him mad ; but here's 
 his difcharge from my lord cardinal. Come, fir, 
 you are now at liberty to go with us. 
 
 Scho. I thank ye, gentlemen : Mailer, farewel. 
 M aft. Farewel, Stephano. Alas ! poor man. 
 lft Gent. What flaws and gufts of weather we 
 have had thefe three days ! How dark and hot 
 it is ! The fky is full of mutiny. 
 
 id Gent. Strange work at fea, I doubt. 
 \jl Gent. Blefs my old uncle's bark, I have a 
 venture in't. 
 
 2d Gent. And fo have I, more than I'd wifh 
 to lofe ; I'm in fome fear. 
 Scho. Do you fear ? 
 2d Gent. Mercy on mc, how he flares ! 
 Majl-. Now tell me how ye* like him ? What 
 ihink ye of him for a fober man now ? 
 
 Scho. Does the fea ftagger ye ? Do ye fear 
 the billows ? 
 
 ljl Gent. What ails him ? who has ftirr'd him ? 
 Scho. Be not fliaken : Let the dorm rife ; let 
 it blow on, blow on : Let the clouds wreftle, and 
 let the vapours of the earth turn mutinous. The 
 fea in hideous mountains rife, and tumble upon a 
 dolphin's back ; I'll make all fhake, for I am 
 Neptune. 
 
 Majl. Now, what think you of him ? 
 id Gent. Alas, poor man ! 
 $cho. Your bark (hall plough through all, and 
 
 not
 
 3 3 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 not a furge fo faucy to difturb her : I'll fee heV 
 fafc ; my power fhall fail before her 
 
 Down, ye angry waters all, 
 
 Ye loud whittling whirlwinds, fall. 
 
 Down, ye proud waves ; ye florms, ceafe, 
 
 I command ye be at peace ; 
 
 Fright not with your churlifn notes, 
 
 Nor bruife the keel of bark, that floats. 
 
 No devouring fi(h come nigh, 
 
 Nor Monfter, in myemperyj 
 
 Once fhew his head, or terror bring ; 
 
 But let the weary failor fing. 
 
 Amphitrite, with white arms, 
 
 Strike my lute ; Til fing charms. 
 Majl. Now he mult *have mufic ; then he'll 
 go in quietly of himfelf, and clean forget all. 
 (Soft mufic) \_ExeuntJeverally. 
 
 End of Att III. 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 SCENE I. The Country near Segovia. 
 Enter Alphonfo, and a Gentleman. 
 
 Julctta follows 'em unfeen. 
 
 Gen. ^V7"OU are now within a mile o'th' town, 
 \ fir ; if my bufinefs would give me 
 leave, I'd guide ye farther. But for fuch gen- 
 tlemen as you enquire for, I have feen none. 
 
 The
 
 % 
 
 7 he PILGRIM. 39 
 
 The boy you defcribe, or one much like it, was 
 fent in t'other night a little maddifh, and now is 
 in the houfe appointed for fuch cures, 
 
 Alph. 'Tis very well, 1 thank ye, fir. 
 
 Jul. [a fide) And fo do I : for if there be fuch 
 a place, I afk no more. You fhall hear of me, 
 i'faith, old gentleman ; I'll follow you there too, 
 as tired as I am • and make ye kick and roar be- 
 fore I have done with you. I'll teach you to 
 haunt mad-houfes. 
 
 Alph. (afide) It muft be fhe. 'Tis very well : 
 Is your blood fo hot, i'faith, my minx ? I'll have 
 ye madded, I'll have ye worm'd. 
 
 Gent. Here's one belongs to the very houfe, 
 fir; 'tis a poor ideot, but fhe'll mew you the 
 way as well as a wiferbody. So, fir, I leave you. 
 
 Alph. Your fervant. [Exit Gent. 
 
 Here, fool, a word with thee, fool. 
 
 Enter Alinda, as the She-fool. 
 
 Alin. O, I am loll ! 'Tis my father in all his 
 rage, (afide) 
 
 Alph. Hark thee, fool. 
 
 Alin. He does not know me; heaven grant I 
 may deceive him ftill ! {afide) Will ye give me 
 two-pence, gaffer, and here's a crow-flower, and 
 a daify; I have fome pye in my pocket too. 
 
 Alph. This is an arrant fool, a meer change- 
 ling. 
 
 Alin. Think fo, and I am happy, [afide) 
 
 Alph. Doit thou dwell in Segovia, fool ? 
 
 Alin. No, no, I dwell in heaven ; and I have a 
 fine houfe made of marmalade; and I am a lone 
 woman, and I fpin for St. Peter. I have a hun- 
 dred little children, and they fing pfalms with me. 
 
 Alph.
 
 4 
 40 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 Alph. A very pretty converfation I am falling 
 into here, cfpccially for a man in a paffion. Canft 
 thou tell me if this be the way to the town ? 
 
 Alin. Yes, yes, you mult go over the top of 
 that high fteeple, gaffer. 
 
 jilph. A plague of your fool's face. 
 
 Jul. [a fide) No ; take hercounfel, do. 
 
 Alin. And then you fhall come to a river, gaf- 
 fer, twenty miles over, and twenty miles and ten ; 
 and then you mull pray, gaffer, and pray, and 
 pray, and pray, and pray, and pray. 
 
 Alph. Pray heaven deliver me from fuch an 
 afs as then art. 
 
 Alin. Amen, fweet gaffer ; and then you mufl 
 leap in naked, 
 
 Jul. (a fide.) Would to heav'n he would take 
 hercounfel. 
 
 Alin. And fink feven days together. Can ye 
 fink, gaffer? 
 
 Alph. Plague on thee, and a plague o'that fool 
 that left me to thee. [_Exit Alph. 
 
 Alin. God be w'ye, nuncle. 
 
 Jul. How I rejoice in any thing that vexes him ! 
 I fhall love this fool as long as I live, for putting 
 her hand to the plough. Could I but fee my 
 miftrefs now, to tell her how I have labour'd for 
 her ; how I have worn myfelf away in her fervice; 
 — Well, fure, I fhall find her at laft. 
 
 Alin. [ojide.) 'Tis Juletta. — Sure fhe's honeft ; 
 yet I dare not difcover myfelf to her. 
 
 Jul. Here, fool, here's fomething for thee to 
 buy apples, for the fport thou haft made in crof- 
 fing thy nuncle. 
 
 Alin. Thank ye, little gentleman; pray keep 
 this nutmeg ; 'twas fent me from the lady of the 
 mountain, a golden lady. 
 
 Jul
 
 The PILGRIM. 41 
 
 Jul. How prettily it prattles ! 
 
 Alin. 'Tis very good to rub your u ride rftan cl- 
 ing ; and fo good night ; the moon's up. 
 
 Jul. Pretty innocence ! 
 
 Alin. [a fide.) Now, fortune, if thou dareft do 
 good, protect me. [Exit Alinda. 
 
 Jul. I'll follow him to the town ; he (han't 
 efcape me. — Let me fee — I mud counterfeit a 
 
 letter, a letter of authority for him Yes, 'twill 
 
 do ; certainly do. How I (hall make his old 
 blood boil ! rare fport, i'faith ! but what i'th' 
 name of fnnocence has this fool given me ? (he 
 faid 'twas good to rub my underflanding. — Hah ! 
 
 a ring ! a right one ! a ring I know too ! The 
 
 very fame A ring my miftrefs took from me, 
 
 and wore it : I know it by the poefy. None could 
 deliver this but (he herfelf. 'Twas (he. Curfe o'my 
 fand-blind eyes. Twice deceived ! twice fo near 
 the blefling I am feeking ! what (hall I do ? Here 
 are fo many crofs ways, 'tis in vain to follow her. 
 I hope, however, for all her drefs, (lie's in her 
 
 fenfes (till, for fure fhe knew me. Well, to 
 
 divert my melancholy, 'till I can meet her again, 
 I'll e'en go and plague the old fellow a little more. 
 
 \_Exit Jaletia. 
 
 SCENE II. A Wood. 
 Enter Roderigo. 
 
 o 
 
 Rod. She's not to be recover'd ; and, which 
 doubles my torment, he's got beyond my ven- 
 geance. How they laugh at me ! Look to't, 
 
 my young deceiver; we (hall meet, which when 
 we do, not all the tears and cries of trembling 
 chaitity (hall fave thee. 
 
 G Enter
 
 42 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 Enter Alinda. 
 
 AJin. Is not that Pedro ? 'Tis he ; 'tis he. - 
 
 Oh my 
 
 Rod. What art thou ? 
 
 Alin. Hah ! Oh ! I'm miferable. {afide. 
 
 Rod. What the devil art thou ? 
 Alin. (ajide. ) No end of my misfortunes ? Hea- 
 v'ns! that habit to betray me ? ye holy powers, can 
 ye fee that ? Do yourfelyesjuftice, and prote£l me. 
 Rod. Hey-day ! the devil in a fool's coat ! Is 
 he turn'd changing ? Is't not a fairy ? It has a 
 mortal face. But if it fhould prove the devil ! — 
 Alin. Come hither, dear. 
 Rod. It's a handfome thing. What's that it 
 points at ? 
 
 Alin. Dofl: thou fee that ftar there ? That juft 
 above the fan ? Prithee go thither, and light me 
 this tobacco, and (top it with the horns of the 
 moon. 
 
 Rod. The Thing's mad, quite mad. Go fleep, 
 fool, go fleep. 
 
 Aim. Thou canft not deep fo quietly; for I can 
 fay my prayers, and then (lumber. 
 
 1 am not proud, nor full of wine ; 
 This little flow'r will make me fine : 
 Cruel in heart, for I will cry 
 If I fee a fparrow die. 
 I am not watchful to do ill, 
 Nor glorious to purfue it Hill ; 
 Nor pitilefs to thofe that weep, 
 Such as are, bid them go fleep. 
 Do, do, do; and fee if they can. 
 
 Rod, It laid true. Its words fink into me. 
 
 Sure
 
 The PILGRIM. 43 
 
 Sure 'tis a kind of fy bil ; fome mad prophet. I 
 feel my fury bound and fetter'cl in me. 
 
 Alin. Give me your band, and I'll tell you your 
 fortune. 
 
 Rod. Here, prithee do. 
 
 Alin. Fie ! fie ! fie ! fie ! fie ! Wafli your 
 hands and pare your nails, and look finely, you 
 mall never kifs the king's daughter elfe. 
 
 Rod. I wafh 'em daily. 
 
 Alin. But foul 'em falter. 
 
 Rod. (qfid-e) This goes nearer me. 
 
 Alin. You fhall have two wives. 
 
 Rod. Two wives ! 
 
 Alin, Yes ; two fine gentlewomen. Make 
 much of 'em, for they'll ftick clofe to you, fir. 
 And thefe two in two days, fir. 
 
 Rod. That's a fine riddle ! 
 
 Alin. To-day you fhall wed forrow, and repen- 
 tance will come to-morrow. 
 
 Rod. Sure fhe's infpired. 
 
 Alin. I'll bid you a good even ; for my boat 
 flays for me, and I muft fup with the moon to- 
 night in the Mediterranean. \Exit Alinda. 
 
 Rod. Can fools and mad-folks then be tutors 
 -to me ? Can they feel my fores, yet I infenfible ? 
 Sure this was fenbby providence to fleer me right. 
 I'm wondrous weary ; my thoughts too, they are 
 tired, which adds a weighty burden to me. I have 
 done ill ; I have purfucd it too ; nay, flill run on. 
 I muft think better; be fomething elfe or nothing. 
 Still I grow heavier. A little reft would help 
 me ; I'll try if I can take it; and heaven's good- 
 nefs guard me. \_Lies down. 
 
 G 2 Enter
 
 44 The PILGRIM. 
 
 Enter fever al Pea [ants. 
 
 lfl Pea. We have 'leaped to-day well. If the 
 Outlaws had known we had been ftirring, we had 
 paid for't, neighbours. 
 
 2d Pea. A murrain take 'cm, they have robb'd 
 me thrice. 
 
 3d Pea. Me five times, my daughter fifty ; tho', 
 to give them their due, they ne'er take any thing 
 from her, but what (he can very well fpare. 
 
 2d Pea. Ah ! my poor wife has been in 
 their hands too : but, to fay the truth, I don't 
 find fhe has loft much neither. 
 
 \fl Pea. For my part, I ought not to complain, 
 for I have got three children by 'em. 
 
 2d Pea. Would we had fome of 'em here, to 
 thank 'em, for their kindnefles. 
 
 3<i Pea. So we were ftrong enough, I don't 
 care if we had. 
 
 2d Pea. What's that lies there ? 
 
 ifi Pea. An old woman that keeps iheep here- 
 abouts. 
 
 3d Pea. And a fword by her fide to keep the 
 
 wolves off" ? Hah! captain Roderigo, or the 
 
 devil. Stand to your arms, gentlemen, 'tis he. 
 
 \jl Pea. Speak foftly. 
 
 2d Pea. Now's our time. 
 
 3d Pea. Stay, ftay, let's be provident, Shall 
 we wake him before we kill him, or after ? 
 
 2d Pea. Let me kill my (hare of him before he 
 wakes. 
 
 ijl Pea. Let me have the firft blow ; he robb'd 
 me lad. 
 
 2d Pea. No, I ought to have the firft ; he cuck- 
 olded me laft. 
 
 3i Pea. Hold, hold ; no civil wars, d'ye bear ? 
 
 Beat
 
 The P I L G R I M. 45 
 
 Beat his brains out between ye Aftd then I'll 
 
 pick his pockets. (afide.) 
 
 2d Pea. Draw your knives, and every man 
 feize a limb. 
 
 Owin. Huzza ! 
 
 Rod. Slaves ! villains ! will ye murder me ? 
 
 lfl Pea. No, no; we'll only tickle you a little-. 
 D'ye remember Joan, captain ? I'll fpoil ye for a 
 cuckold-maker. v 
 
 Rod. For heaven's fake! as ye are men; as 
 y'are chriftians. 
 
 ljl Pea. Neither man nor chriftian, upon this 
 occafion ; but a cuckold with my knife in my 
 hand. 
 
 Rod. Murder ! murder ! 
 
 Enter Pedro. 
 
 Ped. Off, ye inhuman flaves ! Nay, then 
 
 have among ye. 
 
 Omn. Away, away, away. [Exeunt Peafants.- 
 
 Ped. Villains ! ufe violence to that habit ! 
 
 Rod. Pedro ! Nay, then I am more wretch- 
 ed than ever. (ajide. ) 
 
 Ped. Hah ! Roderigo ! — What makes him here 
 thus clad ? Is it repentance, or a difguife for mif- 
 chief? (afide.) 
 
 Rod. To owe my life to him makes me all con- 
 fufion. (a fide.) 
 
 Ped. You are not much hurt, fir ? 
 
 Rod. No. All, I can call a wound, is in 
 
 my confeience. {afide.) 
 
 Ped. Have ye confider'd the nature of thefe 
 men, and how they have ufed you ? Was it well? 
 
 Rod. (afide.) I cannot fpeak, for I have nought 
 to anfwer. 
 
 Ped,
 
 46 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 Ped. Lid it look noble to be o'crlaid with odds? 
 Did it fcem manly in a multitude to opprefs you? 
 If it be bafc in wretches low like thefe, what muft 
 it be in one that's born like you ? Ah, Roderigo ! 
 had I abandon'd honefty, religion, broke through 
 the bonds of honour and humanity, I had fet as 
 fmall a price upon thy life, as thou didfi lately 
 upon mine : but I referve thee to a nobler ven- 
 
 geance. 
 
 o 
 
 Rod. I thank ye ; you have the nobler foul, I 
 muft confefs it ; and of your paflions are a greater 
 matter. Th' example's glorious, and I with to 
 follow it. There is a (lain of infamy about me, 
 and the dye is deep ; yet poffibly occafion may 
 prefent, that I may wafh it off. 
 
 Ped. I'll give you one, a noble one, I think. 
 We have a quarrel, we've a miftrefs too. We 
 are fingle, and our arms alike. In one fair rifque 
 of life let all determine, our rancour paft, and 
 happincfs to come. 
 
 Rod. [a jldc.) His virtue ftaggers me. 1 dare 
 
 fight, Pedro. 
 
 Ped. I do believe you dare : or, if you wanteel 
 courage, the beauteous prize, for which we now 
 contend, would rouze you to't. 
 
 Rod. Hah! 
 
 Ped. If you deferve her, draw. 
 
 Rod. I do not, nor fuch a noble enemy : I 
 therefore will not draw. 
 
 Ped. I could compel you to't, but would not 
 willingly. 
 
 Rod. You cannot, to increafe my guilt : the 
 load's already more than I can bear; I wo'not 
 add to't. 
 
 Ped. Poor evafion. 
 
 Rod.
 
 The PILGRIM. 47 
 
 Rod. Thou wrong'it me ; much thou wronsfft 
 me, time will convince thee on t. I'll fatisfy thee 
 any way but this. I have been wicked, but can- 
 not be a monfter. My fword refufes to attempt 
 the manpreferv'd me. Its temper (tarts at thy vir- 
 tue. If thou wilt have me fight give me an enemy, 
 for thou art none. 
 
 Ped. I'm more ; for I'm thy rival. 
 
 Rod. That is not in thy power : for I no more 
 am thine. No, Pedro ; the wrongs I've done 
 myfelf and thee, let that fair faint atone for : 
 there's nothing more I or the world can give ; 
 'and nothing lefs can expiate my crimes, or re- 
 compence thy virtue. 
 
 Ped, Is't poflible thou canft be fuch a peni- 
 tent ! 
 
 Rod, I am moft truly fuch ; and left I fhould 
 relapfe again to hell, forget the debt I owe to thee 
 and heav'nj this facred habit, I have fo profaned, 
 fhall henceforth be my faithful monitor. 
 
 Ped- Noble Roderigo, how glorious is this 
 change 1 Let me embrace thee. 
 
 Rod, Thou great example of humanity, dolt 
 thou forgive me ? 
 
 Ped. I do ; with joy I do. 
 
 Rod. Then I am happy. — All I have more to 
 afk, is, leave to attend you in your prefcnt diffi- 
 culties ; that, by fuch fervice as I have power to 
 render, I may confirm you, I am what I feem. 
 
 Ped. There needs no further proof : however, 
 in hopes I doubly may return thofe ferviccs, I'll 
 not refufe 'em. [Exeunt, 
 
 SCENE
 
 48 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 SCENE III. A Chamber hi the Mad-houfe. 
 
 Enter Alphonfo and Majler. 
 
 Majl. Yes, iir, here are flich people : but how 
 pleafing they may be to you, I can't tell. 
 
 Alph. That's not your concern ; I defire to fee 
 'em, to fee 'em all. 
 
 Majl. All ? They are nothing but confufion, 
 meer noife. 
 
 Alph. May be I love noife ? But hark ye, 
 
 iir ; have ye no boys, handfome young boys ? 
 
 Majl. One, fir, we have; a very handfome boy. 
 
 Alph. Long here ? 
 
 Majl. But two days : A little crazed, but may 
 recover. 
 
 Alph. That boy, I would fee that boy ; per- 
 haps I know him. [afide) This is the boy he 
 
 told me of ; it muft be fhe The boy, mafter, 
 
 I befeech ye, the boy. 
 
 Majl.. Well, well, fir, have a little patience, 
 come with me and you fhall fee him. 
 
 Alph. Ay, ay, the boy ! the boy ! [Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE IV. Cells in the Mad-houfe. 
 
 Enter Keepers, and She-Fool in Alinda's Clothes, 
 meeting Alphonlo and Majler. 
 
 ijl Keep. Huffy ! who did this for you ? 
 
 Majl. Where's the boy, you flut you ? where's 
 the boy ? 
 
 Fool. The boy's gone a maying ; he'll bring 
 me home a cuckoo's neft. He gave me thefe trim 
 clothes too, and put 'em on he did. 
 
 Alph.
 
 The PILGRIM. 49 
 
 Alph. Is this the boy you'd fhew me ? 
 Fool. I'll give you two-pence, mailer. 
 
 Alph. Am I fool'd on all fides ? I met a fool 
 in the wood in a long pied coat ; they faid file 
 dwelt here. 
 
 Majt. That was the very boy, fir. 
 
 Fool. Ay, ay, ay ; I gave him leave to play, 
 forfooth ; he'll come again to-morrow. [Retires. 
 
 Alph. Plague o'your fools and bedlams ; plague 
 o'your owls and apes. 
 
 Mafl. Pray, fir, be moderate ; fuch accidents 
 will happen lometimes, take what care we can. 
 
 Alph. Damn accidents ! You're a juggler, and 
 I'm abufed. 
 
 Mafl. Indeed, fir, you are not. 
 
 Alph. It's falfe ; I am abufed, and I will be 
 abufed, whether you will or no, fir. Who lies 
 here ? 
 
 \jl Keep. Pray don't difturb 'em, fir ; there 
 lie fuch youths will make you ftart, if they begin 
 to dance. 
 
 Mafl. Hark! 
 
 Alph. Hey boys ! 
 
 Enter Englifh Madman. 
 
 Engl. Bounce : clap her o'th' (larboard. 
 Bounce: top the can. Bounce : 'twixt wind and 
 water : laden with Mackerel ! — Oh brave meat ! 
 
 Alph. Brave fport, i'faith ! 
 
 Engl. I'll drink up all. Bounce I fay once 
 more — O ho ! have I fplit your mizen ? Blow, 
 blow, thou weft-wind ; blow till thou rife, and 
 make the fca run roaring ; — I'll bifs it down 
 again, with a bottle of ale. 
 
 H Alph.
 
 50 The PILGRIM. 
 
 Alph. Mad gallants, mad gallants, i'faith ; I love 
 their fancies, I never fell into better company in 
 my life. 
 
 Enter mad Taylor. 
 
 Tay. Who's that ? -The King of Spades ? 
 
 I'll make him a new mantle. 
 
 Alph. Hey day : a mad taylor too ! What the 
 pox made thee mad ? 
 
 Tay. Cabbage— —Snip goes the fheers — and 
 the coat's never the fhorter. 
 
 Alph. Thou'rt a brave fellow, and fha't make 
 me a new doublet. 
 
 Tay. For thy coronation — I'll do't ; but mo- 
 ney down ; dolt hear ? money down. The King 
 of Spades is a courtier — Money down — ay, and 
 cabbage too, 
 
 Alph. Well, well, thou fhalt have cabbage and 
 beef too. [Exit Taylor. 
 
 Engl-. Who talks of beef ? — 'tis mine by Mag- 
 na Charta — Beef ! ye gods, beef ! — I'll have that 
 ox for fupper — knock him down — Chines ! fur- 
 loins! ribs! and rounds' Lead me to the 
 
 French camp They fly ! they fly ! they fly ! 
 
 they fly ! huzza! [Exit. 
 
 Alph. I'gad I'll fee him in's lodging ; I have a 
 mind to fup with him. He feeras as if he'd be 
 rare company over a bottle. [Exit. 
 
 Enter Juletta. . 
 
 Jul. (ajidc) He's in. and now have at him — 
 An you the mailer, fir? 
 
 Majl. Yes. What do you want ? 
 
 Jul. I have a bnfinefs from the duke of Me- 
 dina. Is there not an old gentleman come lately 
 here •? 
 
 Uajl.
 
 The P I L G R I M. 51 
 
 Maji. Yes ; and a mad one too ; but he's no 
 prifoner. 
 
 Jul. There's a letter; pray read it.— — (ajide) 
 I fhall be with you now, i'faith, my old mafter ; 
 I'll roufe your blood now to the purpofe : I'll 
 teach ye to plague poor young women, ye old put 
 you. 
 
 Mali. This letter fays the getleman is lunatic : 
 I half fufpe&ed it. 
 
 Jul. 'Tis but too true, fir : and fuch pranks he 
 has play 'd- 
 
 Mafl. The duke's in hafte, I find, for his reco- 
 very ; for he bids me fpare no correction. 
 
 Jul. He dire£ted me to fay the fame thing to 
 you. Pray, fir, have no regard to his age or 
 quality : but fince 'tis for his good, ftrap him 
 foundly. 
 
 Maji, Pray how did you get him hither ? 
 
 Jul. By a train I laid for him; he's in love with 
 a boy you muft know ; there lies his crack. 
 
 Maji. He came hither to feek one. 
 
 Jul. Yes, I fent him. We mould never have 
 got him here by force. 
 
 Mafl. Here was a boy laft night. 
 
 Jul. He did not fee him, did he ? 
 
 Maji. No. 
 
 Jul. So much the better. Pray, fir, look 
 well to your charge : I muft fee him lodged be- 
 fore I go ; the Duke order'd me. I fancy you'll 
 find him very rough. 
 
 Maji. We can be as rough as he, I'll warrant 
 him. 
 
 Jul. See, here he comes [ajidc] O how it 
 
 tickles me ! 
 
 H 3 Enter
 
 52 The PILGRIM. 
 
 Enter Alphonfo and fccond Keeper. 
 
 Alph. What dolt thou talk to me of noifes ? 
 I'll have more noife : I love noife. I'll have 'em 
 all loofe together. Your mafter has let my boy 
 loofe, and I'll do as much by his. 
 
 2d Keep. Will you go out, and not make dis- 
 turbances here ? 
 
 Alph. I won't go out, you rafcal ; I'll have 'em 
 all out with me. There's nobody mad here, but 
 
 thee and thy mafter. [Irons Jhake.) F~y, brave 
 
 boys ! mad boys ! mad boys ! 
 
 'Jul. Do you perceive him now ? 
 
 Maft. Sir, Pray will you make lefs ftir, and 
 fee your chamber ? 
 
 Alph. Ha! 
 
 Maft. Come, fir, will you retire quietly: to your 
 chamber ? 
 
 Alph. My chamber ! what doit thou mean by 
 my chamber ? Where's the boy, you blockhead 
 you ? 
 
 Maft. Look ye, fir, we are people of few words 
 here ; either go quietly to your chamber, or we 
 fhall carry you there with a witnefs. 
 
 Alph. A ftrar.se fellow this ! — And what cham- 
 ber is't thou wouldft have me go quietly to ? 
 
 Maft. A chamber the Duke has order d for vou 
 within, you mail be well lodged, don't fear. 
 
 Alph. The Duke ! what, what, what halt thou 
 got in thy head ? What Duke, monkey, ha ? 
 
 Maft. Sir, let me advife you, don't expofe 
 \omfelf; you are an old gentleman, and (hould 
 be wife; you are a little mad, which you don't 
 perceive ; your friends have found it out, and 
 have delivered you over to me. [Alph. /pits in his 
 /wee.) — Say you fo, old boy? — A hey ! \_Enter 
 
 pers.~\ Seize him here, and fifty ftraps o'trT 
 back prefently. Jul.
 
 The P I L G R I M. 53 
 
 Jul. {cifide.) I'm afraid they'll make him mad 
 indeed. {Tlcy firap him.) — Rare fport. 
 
 Alph. Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold. Hark 
 
 ye, gentlemen,, gentlemen, one word, but one 
 word : Pray do me the favour to mew me my 
 chamber. 
 
 Mali. O ho ! I'm glad to fee you begin to come 
 to yourfelf, fir, I don't doubt ; but proper methods 
 will bring you to your fenfes again. 
 
 Alph.- Yes, fir, I hope all will be well. Really 
 I find myfejf at this time, as I think, very fenfible 
 
 of fome ftrokes o'th' back. (a fide.) 
 
 - Mafi. I can fee your madnefs very much abated. 
 
 Alph. Yes, truly, I hope it is ; though I can't 
 
 fay but a 1 am Hill a little dif- 
 
 compofed. 
 
 Mafi. There muft be fome time to reftore a 
 man. Rome was not built in a day. But fince 
 the Duke has fo much kindnefs for you, to be in 
 hade for your cure, when your next fit comes 
 
 we'll double the dofe. Here, lead the gentle- 
 
 man to his chamber : but he muft have no fupper 
 to-night ; take care of that. 
 
 Alph. Pray, fir, may I fleep ? 
 
 Mafi. A little you may. In the morning we'll 
 take 30 or 40 ounces of blood away ; which, with 
 a water-gruel diet, for a week or ten days, may 
 
 moderate things mightily. -Go, carry him in, 
 
 I'll follow prefently. 
 
 Alph. What a wretched dog am I ! Strapping 
 for fupper, and water-gruel for breakfaft. 
 
 [Exeunt Keepers and Alphonfo. 
 
 Mafi. You fee, fir, the Duke's orders are obey'd. 
 
 Jul. I'll not fail to acquaint him with it. Pray 
 let the old gentleman want nothing but his wits. 
 
 Mafi. He (hall be taken perfect care of.   
 
 Mv humble duty to his grace. [Exit Majler. 
 
 Jul,
 
 54 the PILGRIM. 
 
 Jul. So, now I think I have fix'd thee. This 
 
 has fucreeded rarely ! 1 could buril with 
 
 lau shins now, lie down and roll about the room, 
 I'm lb tickled with it. But I have other bufinefs 
 to do ; now's my time to ferve my miftrefs. Good 
 ftars ! guide me where flie is, and I have nothing 
 more to ads. you, but a hufband ; and that the 
 fooner the better. [Exii. 
 
 SCENE V. Near Segovia 
 
 Enter Seberto and Curio. 
 
 Seb. O'my confeience, we have quite loft him : 
 he's not gone home, we have heard from thence 
 this morning. 
 
 Cur. Faith, let's e'en turn back ; this is but a 
 wildgoofe chafe. 
 
 Seb. No, hang't, lets fee the end of "thefe ad- 
 ventures now we are out : they muft end foon^one 
 way or other. 
 
 Cur. Which way mall we go ? We have fcow- 
 ered the champaign country, and all the villages, 
 already. 
 
 Seb. We'll beat thefe woods ; and, if nothing 
 ftart, we'll go to Segovia. 
 
 Cur. I'm afraid he's fick, or fallen into fome 
 danger. He has no guide nor fervant with him. 
 
 Seb. Hang him, he's tough and hardy, he'll 
 bear a great deal. 
 
 Cur. Shall we part, and go feveral ways ? 
 
 Seb. No, that will be melancholy ; let's e'en 
 keep on together. [Exeunt. 
 
 Enter
 
 The PILGRIM. 35. 
 
 Enter Alinda and Juletta. 
 
 Jul. Indeed,, madam, 'tis very cruel in you to 
 fhew this flrange miftruft of me. Have I not al- 
 ways ferved you faithfully ? why do you fhun me- 
 tritis ? What have I done to call my truth in quef- 
 tion ? But I fee you are flill doubtful ; 'tis 
 enough; I'll leave you ; and may you light of 
 one will ferve you better. Farewel. 
 
 Alin. Prithee forgive me : I know thou art 
 faithful, and thou art welcome to me ; a welcome 
 partner to my miferies. Thou knoweft I love 
 thee too. 
 
 Jul. I have indeed thought fo. 
 
 Alin. Alas ! my fears have fo diffracted me, I 
 duilt not trull myfelf. 
 
 Jul. Pray throw them by then, and let 'em 
 diftra6t you fo no more ; at lealt conlider how to 
 prevent 'em. Pray put off this fool's coat ; tho" 
 it has kept you fecret hitherto, 'tis known now, 
 and will betray you. Your arch-enemy Rode- 
 rigo is abroad, and a thoufand more are fceking 
 for you. 
 
 Alin. I know it, and would gladly change my 
 drefs if I knew how : But, alas ! I have no other. 
 
 Jul. I'll equip you. 1 lay laft night at a poor 
 widow's houfe here in the thicket, where I'll car- 
 ry you, and difguife you anew ; myfelf too to at- 
 tend you. 
 
 Alin. But haft thou any money ? for mine's all 
 gone. 
 
 Jul. Enough for this occafion : I did not 
 come out empty. 
 
 Alin. Haft thou feen Roderigo lately ? 
 
 Jul. This very morijing, in thefe woods. Take 
 heed, for he lias »ot a new (h^pe. 
 
 ' AT 
 
 Aim.
 
 $6 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 Alin. A pilgrim's habit, I know it : was he 
 alone ? 
 
 Jul No. madam : and, which made me won- 
 der, he was in company with that very pilgrim, 
 that handfome man you were concern'd you gave 
 nothing to. 
 
 Alin. Is't poffible ! Did they feem friends ? 
 
 Jul The greateft that could be. 
 
 Alin. Intimate ? 
 
 Jul. Walk'd arm in arm. 
 
 Alin. What can this mean ? 
 
 Jul* Lord ! how concern'd fhe feems. 
 
 Alin. Canfl: thou [hew 'em me ? 
 
 Jul. Not for the world, in this drefs : But come 
 with me to my old woman's, and there I'll in- 
 form vou further of the matter. 
 
 Alin. Let's be fpeedy then, for I'm full of agi- 
 tation : Come, as we go, I'll tell thee all my ie- 
 crcts. 
 
 Jul. I'll keep them faithfully. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 End of A£l IV. 
 
 ACT
 
 •the P I L G R I M. 57 
 
 ACT V. 
 
 SCENE 1. A Wood, 
 
 Enter Roderigo and Pedro. 
 
 Rod. T TOW fweet thefe folitary places are! 
 XTjL how wantonly the wind blows through 
 the leaver, and courts and plays with 'em ? Will 
 # ye fit down and fleep ; 'tis wondrous hot. 
 
 Ped. I cannot deep, my friend ; my heart's too 
 watchful to admit of {lumbers. 
 
 Rod. The murmurs of this ftream perhaps may 
 lull you into reft. 
 
 Ped. It is impoflible : have you feen no one 
 yet ? 
 
 Rod. No creature. 
 
 Ped, What ftrange mufic was that we heard far 
 off? 
 
 Rod. I cannot guefs; it was uncommon; fome- 
 times it feem'd hard by, at leaft I thought fo. 
 
 Ped. It pleafed me much : What could it be ? 
 here's no inhabitants. 
 
 Rod. They talk of fairies, and fuch airy beings ; 
 If there are fuch, methinks they could not choolc 
 a lovelier dwelling. 
 
 Ped. Thofc rocks, there, look like enchanted 
 cells, form'd for fuch inhabitants. (Mnjic.) Hark ! 
 more mufic ! [Mufic.) Hark, gentle Roderigo ! 
 {again.) O love ! what fuel's this to feed thy 
 flame ? O Alinda! 
 
 Mod. (a fide.) By all his woes, he weeps. 
 
 Rod. What are thefe ? 
 
 Ped. What! 
 
 I Rod.
 
 58 The PILGRIM. 
 
 Rod. Thofe there ; thofe things that com c 
 upon us : Did dot I fay thefe woods had wonde 
 in 'em ? 
 
 Enter Alinda and Juletta, like old Women. 
 Jul. Now you may view 'em : there are the 
 men you wifiied for. There they are both ; now 
 you may boldly talk with 'em, and ne'er be 
 guefs'd at. Don't be afraid : See ! they're fur- 
 prifed ! they don't know what to make of us. 
 Alin. I tremble ! 
 
 Jul. Then you fpoil all : Take courage and 
 attack 'em. I'll bring you off, I'll warrant ye. 
 
 Alin. ' Fis he and Roderigo ; what peace dwells 
 in their faces ! What a friendly calm ! 
 
 Rod. They feem mortal : They come upon us 
 frill. 
 
 Peel. Let's meet 'em ; fear won't become us. 
 Hail, reverend dames ! 
 Alin. What do you feek, good men ? 
 Fed. We would fcek happier fortunes. 
 Alin. Seek 'em, and make 'em. 
 
 Tarry not, nor loiter here ; 
 Here inhabits nought but fear : 
 Be conftant, good, in faith be clear, 
 Fortune will wait ye everywhere. 
 Red. Whither mould we go ? for we believe 
 thee, and will obey thee. 
 
 Alin. Go to Segovia ; and there before the al- 
 tar pay thy vows, thy gifts and prayers ; unload 
 thy heavinefs. 
 
 There fhed thy mournful tears, and gain thy 
 
 fuit ; 
 Such honeft, noble fhowers ne'er wanted fruit. 
 
 Jul.
 
 The P I L G R I M, 59 
 
 Jul. {to Rod.) And next for you. 
 See how he quakes ! 
 A fecure confcience never flialtes. 
 Thou haft been ill, be fo no more ; 
 A good retreat is a great ftore : 
 Thou haft commanded men of might ; 
 Command thyfelf, and then thou'rt right. 
 Alin. Command thy will, thy foul defires ; 
 Quench thy wild, unhallow'd fires, 
 Command thy mind ; let that be pure ; 
 A bleffing then thou may'ft procure. 
 Jul. Take fage advice : Go fay thy prayers ; 
 Thou haft as many fins as hairs. 
 Of lawlefs men, a lawlefs chief; 
 A rebel bloody, and a thief. 
 Alin. Retire, thou trembling guilt, retire; 
 And purge thee perfect in his fire : 
 His life obferve ; be that thy guide, 
 And heaven may then be on thy fide. 
 Jul. At Segovia, both appear. 
 Alin. Be wife, and happinefs is near. 
 Both. Be wife, and happinefs is near. 
 
 f Exeunt Alinda and Juletta. 
 Rod. Aftonifhment ! what can this mean ? 
 They know my very foul. 
 
 Fed. Mine they've infpired : — Be wife and hap- 
 pinefs is near. Thofe were their parting words. 
 They had the awful found of facrcd truth, and I 
 have faith to comfort me. Come on, my friend. 
 The oracle enjoins an eafy pilgrimage. Let's try 
 what fate intends us. [Exeunt. 
 
 I 2 SCENE
 
 60 The PILGRIM. 
 
 SCENE II. A Chamber in the Mad-houfe. 
 
 Enter Majler of the Mad-houfe, Seberto and Curio. 
 
 Cur. We have told you what he is, what time 
 we have fought him, his nature and his name ; 
 the feeming boy too, we have given you, I think, 
 a fair account of. 
 
 Seb. That the Duke mould fend that letter, is 
 impofTible ; he knows him not. And for his mad- 
 nefs, that we both can clear him of. A humourift 
 lie is indeed, a great one, violent too on every 
 fmall occafion but no more 
 
 Cur. 'Twas fome trick that brought him hither ; 
 the letter and the page, both counterfeits : if there- 
 fore you'd be well advifed, don't keep him longer 
 here. 
 
 Map,. Gentlemen, you have fatisfied me, and 
 I'll releafe him : though I muft confefs, whether 
 you call it madnefs or not, I believe a little more 
 of our difcipline would do the old gentleman a 
 kindnefs. But I'll difpute no longer — you fhall 
 have him. 
 
 Seb Sir, we thank ye. 
 
 Ma ft. Here, bring in the old gentleman. 
 
 Cur, Poor Alphonfo ! 
 
 Enter Keepers with Alphonfo. 
 
 Seb, Poor Alphonfo indeed ! was there ever 
 fuch a change ! Sir, I'm glad once more to meet 
 with you. (To Alph.) 
 
 Cur. I'm overjoy 'd to find you. 
 
 Alph. Soft, no flights : paffions are all forbid 
 here. Let your tongue go like a pendulum, fteady ; 
 
 or
 
 The PILGRIM. 61 
 
 or that gentleman there will regulate your motion, 
 with fifty ftrokes o' the back prefently. 
 
 Seb. There's no danger : you are fafe too ; we 
 have fatisfied the mafter, who, and what you are : 
 and he has consented to releafe you. 
 
 Majl. Yes, fir, thefe gentlemen have afTured 
 me you are a fober perfon ; fo I afk your excufe 
 for what's pall, and reliore you to your liberty. 
 
 Alph. Very concife indeed : I am much be- 
 holden to you truly ; and do confefs with great 
 humility I have not deferved the favours you have 
 been pleafed to bellow upon me. But if I have 
 . the honour to fee you at my houfe, I {hall not 
 forget to return your bounty with fbmc fcrokes of 
 acknowledgement. 
 
 Majl, Sir, your very humble fervant. 
 Alph. Sir, entirely yours. 
 Majl. Fare wel, gentlemen. 
 Alph. Come, friends, one under one arm, and 
 t'other under t'other : I mult make a pair of 
 
 crutches of ye. 
 
 Seb. You are very weak indeed. 
 
 Cur. You look wretchedly. 
 
 Alph. A little in love only, that's all. Ah Se- 
 
 berto. Ah Curio fuch difcipline ! the Lord 
 
 have mercy on me. Had I been here 'till to- 
 morrow morning, this dog would not have left 
 me fix ounces of blood in my whole body: 
 
 Seb, Can you imagine who put this trick upon 
 you ? 
 
 Alph. The devil, to be furc ; but who gave 
 
 him his cue I can't tell Come, carry me off: 
 
 lead me to church, I'm in a very religious fit at 
 this time, and will ^ive fome thanks for my deli- 
 very : when that's over, I'll be revenged. 
 
 \_Exeunt fever ally. 
 
 s c e n k
 
 62 The T 1 L G R I M. 
 
 SCENE III. hifide of a Cathedral with 
 
 an Altar. 
 
 Solemn Mufic. 
 
 Pedro, Roderigo, Governor, Courtiers, Ladies, 
 
 &c. clijcovered. 
 
 Ped. For ourfelves firfl; thus we bend ; 
 Rod. Forgive us, heav'n, and be our friend. 
 Accept our offerings we implore; 
 i he peace, which we have loft, reftore. 
 Ped. Give me Alinda, and I afk no more. 
 
 (Mufic . 
 
 Enter Alphonfo, Curio, and Seberto. 
 
 Alph. For my loft wits (let me fee) 
 Firfl I pray; and fecondly, 
 To be at home again and free ; 
 And if I travel more hang me. 
 
 (Mufic. 
 
 Enter Alinda and Juletta, like ShepherdeJJ'es. 
 
 Jul. Here they all are, madam; but fear no- 
 thing : the place protects you. My old Bilboa 
 mailer, o'my confcience. How in the name of 
 mifchief got he out ? But they have pepper'd him 
 I fee : that's fome comfort. 
 
 Alph. I had a daughter once with juft fuch a 
 young roguifli leer as that : a filly too, that wait- 
 ed no her; much fuch a flut as t'other. Are they 
 come to keeping of goats ? 'Tis very well : I 
 thought they'd never come to leading of apes. 
 
 Alin.
 
 The PILGRI M. 63 
 
 Alin. (Going to the altar.) Thus we kneel, and 
 thus we pray, 
 Happinefs attend this day. 
 Hear me, heav'n, and, as I bend 
 With faith and hope, fome comfort fend. 
 
 Jul. Hear her, hear her, if there be 
 
 A fpotlefs fweetnefs, this is Ihe. (Mufic* 
 
 Seh. 'Tis me, fure. 
 
 Cur. 'Tis certainly. 
 
 Ped. Is it a virion ? Or is it fhe ? 
 
 Rod. *T is fhe, and what you were foretold, is 
 now at hand. Rejoice, my friend, for happinefs 
 attends you. 
 
 Ped. Now, Roderigo, I may ftand in need of 
 your afiiftance. 
 
 Rod. My life is yours. 
 
 Ped. Then with a joy that lovers know, but 
 none elfe e'er conceiv'd, let me approach tin's 
 beauteous wanderer. (-Throws ojf his pilgrim s garb. 
 
 Alin. O Pedro ! 
 
 Ped. My life, my heaven. 
 
 Alph. Pedro : the devil it is ? 
 
 Gov. Noble -Pedro! are we fo happy to have 
 you fiill among us ? This is an unexpe&ed blef- 
 fing. 
 
 Alph. (ajide ) A very great blefiing indeed. 
 
 Ped. In fpite of all my griefs, life flill prevails : 
 fate feems to have fome farther bufinefs for me ; 
 if 'tis to wander on with fruitlefs care, and buffet 
 ftill with disappointments, let manhood be my 
 aid : but if the fullen cloud, thnt long has lower- 
 ing hung about my head, be deftin'd to withdraw, 
 'tis the warm influence of your bleffing, fir, that 
 *nu(t difperie it. (Kneels to Alphonjo, 
 
 Alph. I blefs thee ! — Ha, ha ; — Damn thee. 
 
 Gov,
 
 64 The P I L G R I M. 
 
 Gov. Sir, though I airTa flranger both to you 
 and the recjueft the noble Pedro makes you ; his 
 merit's fo well known to me, that I muft be his 
 fecond in his Tint, and tell you nothing can e'er 
 be in your power to grant, but his defert may 
 claim. 
 
 Alph. I don't know what his defert may claim, 
 governor : but, if it claims any thing but a gal- 
 lows, he's a very impudent fellow. 
 
 Rod. Perhaps I being a mediator, fir, may 
 change your thoughts to him — (Dijcovers himfelf. 
 
 Alph. Roderigo ! 
 
 Rod. Roderigo, fir, becomes a fuppliant for 
 Pedro, that you would blefs yourfelf in bleffing 
 him, and blefs him with the fair Alinda. 
 
 Alph. (af.de.) Here's a dog for you : he finds 
 the jade's a fcamperer, fo he has a mind to be off 
 
 of the lay. (to Rod.) Are you ferious in this 
 
 requeft, fir ? 
 
 Rod. Moft ferious, fir. 
 
 Alph. (afide.) I believe you may. Let me fee: 
 he has a mind to be rid of her, why mould not I ? 
 Pedro's a dog, and, if I could hang him, I would. 
 But fince I can't, I'll be revenged another way; 
 
 be fhall marry the gipfy. (to Ped.) Look ye, 
 
 fir ; and, madam, (bowing to Alin.) I have made 
 fome fliort reflections upon the prefent poiture of 
 affairs, and am come to a fliort conclufion. As 
 to my blefTing, I can't conveniently fpare it you : 
 but, if you can contrive to blefs one another, you 
 may e'en be as bleffed as you pleafe. 
 
 Ped. Moft generous Alphonfo.- 
 
 Alph. Moft courtly Pedro, you may fpare your 
 compliment; for, if you take my word for it, the 
 prefent 1 have made you, does not deferve it. 
 
 Jul.
 
 The P I L C R I M. 6 5 
 
 Jul. But I fay, fhe deferves the whole world. 
 
 Alph. Hark you, madam ; you had a Gillian 
 once, nimble-chaps, I think we call'd her • pray, 
 is this the lady ? 
 
 Jul. No, fir, (he's at home as you order'd her : 
 I'm a little foot-boy, that walks at nights, and 
 frightens old gentlemen, makes 'em lofe hats and 
 cloaks 
 
 Alph. And horfes too, ha ? 
 
 Jul. Sometimes I do, fir, when the cafe re- 
 quires it.* I teach them the way too through 
 hedges and ditches : and how to break their fhins 
 againft a ftile. 
 
 Alph. A very pretty art truly. 
 
 Jul. Sometimes I'm a drum, fir ; a drum at 
 midnight. Ran tan dan, dra dan tan, fir ; a page 
 too upon occafion, to carry letters for the fecuring 
 of old ftrollers. 
 
 Alph. Thou art the devil. 
 
 Jul. I'm worfe, fir, I'm an old woman fome- 
 times. 
 
 Rod. Ha ! that tells fortunes. 
 
 Jul. And frights pilgrims, and fends 'em to Se- 
 govia for their fortunes. I am mufic too, any 
 thing to do her good. And now fhe has got her 
 lover, I am Juletta again, and at your fervice, fir, 
 if you pleafe to forgive me. 
 
 Alph. I dare not do otherwife, left thou fhoudft 
 follow me ft ill : fo I defire we may be friends, 
 with all my heart; and, gentlemen, if any of you 
 Jiave a mind to marry her 
 
 Jul. Sir, I am obliged to you ; but I'm married 
 to my miltrefs : with her I hope to pafs fome three 
 pr fourfcore years; at which time, fir. I (hall be 
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 66 The PILGRIM. 
 
 at your fervice ; fo when you've any more pranks 
 to plav, fir, you know where to have me ! 
 
 Alph, 'Tis very well, I fhall be fure to fend to 
 thee. 
 
 Ped. One reconciliation more lies on my hands: 
 in which I muft engage the generous governor. 
 
 Roderigo, fir, is not unknown to you ; nor 
 
 is a ftranger to your intereft with the King : I 
 hope you will employ it to reftore him. 
 
 Gov. The King, indeed, is much incenfed { 
 but, when his merit fhall be laid before him, I 
 hope he'll find it eafy to forget his crimes : be it> 
 my care to fet him right at court. 
 
 Alph. And mine to get home to my houfe again; 
 
 and if I leave it for fuch another expedition 
 
 (to Jul.) May little nimble-chaps, here, be my 
 fellow-traveller. 
 
 Rod. And now, Alinda, 
 
 The dangerous tempefl: of our woes blown o'er ; 
 Safely we land upon love's peaceful fhore ; 
 Unnumber'd bleffings now attend thy youth, 
 The fure reward of piety and truth. 
 
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