Alin. Seek 'em, and make 'em!

Pedro. Let's away,

Lie not still, nor linger here; Here inhabits nought but fear.

Be constant, good: in faith be clear; Fortune will wait ye every where.

Pedro. Whither should we go? for we believe thy reverence,

And next obey.

Alin. Go to Segovia ;

And there before the altar pay thy vows,
Thy gifts, and pray'rs: unload thy heaviness;
To-morrow shed thy tears, and gain thy suit :
Such honest noble showers ne'er wanted fruit.
Jul. Stand you out too!
[TO RODERIGO.
Rod. I shall be hang'd, or whipp'd now;
These know and these have power.
Jul. See how he shakes!

A secure conscience never quakes:
Thou hast been ill, be so no more;
A good retreat is a great store.
Thou hast commanded men of might;
Command thyself, and then thou'rt right.
Alin. Command thy will, thy foul desires;

Put out and quench thy unhallow'd fires;
Command thy mind, and make that pure;
Thou'rt wise then, valiant, and secure :
A blessing then thou may'st beget.
Jul. A curse else, that shall never set,
Will light upon thee. Say thy prayers;
Thou hast as many sins as hairs.
Thou art a captain, let thy men

Be honest, have good thoughts, and then
Thou mayst command, and lead in chief;
Yet thou art bloody, and a thief.
Rod. What shall I do? I do confess.
Alin. Retire,

And purge thee perfect in his fire:
His life observe; live in his school,
And then thou shalt put off the fool.
Jul. Pray at Segovia too, and give

Thy offerings up; repent, and live! [Music within, Alin. Away, away! inquire no more: Do this, ye're rich; else, fools, and poor.What music's this? [Aside.

Jul. Retire; 'tis some neat joy,

In honour of the king's great day. They wonder:
This comes in right to confirm their reverence.
Away, away! let them admire; it makes
For our advantage. How the captain shakes!

Pedro. This was the music. Rod. Yes, yes. How I sweat!

[Exeunt.

I was never so deserted! Sure these woods are
Only inhabited with rare dreams and wonders.
I would not be a knave again, a villain-
Lord, how I loath it now! for these know all, sir,
And they would find me out.

Pedro. They are excellent women;
Deep in their knowledge, friend.

Rod. I would not be traitor,

And have these of my jury-How light I am,

And how my heart laughs now methinks within me!
Now I am catechized, I would ever dwell here,
For here's a kind of court of reformation :

Had I been stubborn, friend

Pedro. They would have found it.

Rod. And then they would have handled me a

new way;

The devil's dump had been danced then.

Gov.

Enter Governor, VERDUGO, Courtiers, Ladies, &c., kneeling
at the Altar, and offering Oblations.
This to devotion sacred be;
This to the king's prosperity;
This to the queen, and chastity. [Music.
Verd. These oblations first we bring

To purge ourselves; these to the king;
To love and beauty these: Now sing.
【Music.

Ladies. Holy altar, deign to take

These for ourselves, for the king's sake,
And honour, these; these sacred lie
To virtue, love, and modesty,
Our wishes to eternity.

[Music.

Enter ALPHONSO, CURIO, and SEBERTO.

Seb. Come to the altar; let us do our duties.
Alph. I have almost forgot a church.
Curio. Kneel reverently.

Alph. For my lost wits (let me see)

First I pray; and secondly,
To be at home again, and free;
And if I travel more, hang me!
For the king, and for the queen,
That they may be wise, and seen
Never in the madman's inn,
For my daughter I would pray;
But she has made a holiday,

And needs not my devotion now :
Let her take her own course, Heaven,
Whether it be odd or even,

And if that please not, take her you!
[Music.

Seb. A short and sweet meditation !-What are these here?

Alph. A fine art!

I feel it in my bones yet.

Jul. I am a drum, sir,

A drum at midnight; ran, tan, tan, tan, tan, sir!
Do you take me for Juletta? I am a page, sir,
That brought a letter from the duke of Medina
To have one signior Alphonso, (just such another
As your old worship,) worm'd for running mad, sir.
Alas, you are mistaken.

Alph. Thou art the devil,
And so thou hast used me.

Jul. I am anything;

An old woman, that tells fortunes-
Rod. Ha!

Jul. And frights good people,

And sends them to Segovia for their fortunes;

I am strange airs and excellent sweet voices;
I am anything, to do her good, believe me.
She now recover'd, and her wishes crown'd,
I am Juletta again; Pray, sir, forgive me!
Alph. I dare not

Do otherwise, for fear thou shouldst still follow me:
Pr'ythee be forgiven, and I pr'ythee forgive me too.
And if any of you will marry her-

Jul. No, I beseech you, sir; my mistress is my husband;

With her I'll dwell still; And when you play
Any more pranks, you know where to have me.
Pedro. You know him, sir?

Gov. Know him, and much lament him;
The king's incensed much, much, sir, I can assure
Pedro. Noble governor-
[you.
Gov. But since he is your friend, and now

appears,

In honour of this day. and love to you, sir,

To please you with this play, we fear, will be
(So does the author too) a mystery
Somewhat above our art; for all men's eyes,
Ears, faiths, and judgments, are not of one size.
For. to say truth, and not to flatter ye,
This is nor comedy, nor tragedy,

Nor history, nor anything that may
(Yet in a week) be made a perfect play:

Yet those that love to laugh, and those that think
Twelve-pence goes further this way than in drink,

Or damsels, if they mark the matter through,
May stumble on a foolish toy, or two,
Will make 'em shew their teeth. Pray, for my sake,
(That likely am your first man) do not take
A distaste before you feel it; for ye may,
When this is hiss'd to ashes, have a play,
And here, to out-hiss this: Be patient then.
My honour done, you're welcome, gentlemen!

SCENE I.-The Street.

Enter LODOVICO and Piso.

For I believe those mad that seek vexations:
A wife, though she be honest, is a trouble.
Had I a wife as fair as Helen was,
That drew so many cuckolds to her cause,
These eyes should see another in my saddle
Ere I believe my beast would carry double.

Piso. So should not I, by'r lady! and I think My patience (by your leave) as good as yours. Report would stir me mainly, I am sure on't.

Lod. Report? you are unwise; report is noFor if there were a truth in what men talk, [thing; (I mean of this kind) this part of the world I am sure would be no more call'd Christendom.

Piso. What then?

[sands,

As I would bless myself from plagues and surfeits,
From men-of-war at sea, from storms, and quick-
From hearing treason and concealing it,
From daring of a madman, or a drunkard,
From heresy, ill wine, and stumbling post-horse,
So would I pray each morning, and each night,
(And if I said each hour, I should not lie)
To be deliver'd of all these in one,

The woman thou hast named.

Piso. Thou hast set her in a pretty litany.

Enter JULIO, ANGELO, and Father.

Ang. Pray take my counsel.

Jul. When I am myself,

I'll hear you any way; love me though thus,

As thou art honest, which I dare not be,

Lest I despise myself. Farewell!

[Exit.

Fred. Why then, let's dine together.

Piso. [To the Father.] Do you hear, my friend? Sir! are you not a setter

For the fair widow here, of famous memory? Father. [Apart.] Ha! am I taken for a bawd? Oh, God!

To mine own child too? Misery, I thank thee, That keep'st me from their knowledge.-Sir, beI understand you not.

Lod. You love plain-dealing:

[lieve me,

Are you not parcel bawd? Confess your function; It may be, we would use it.

Father. Were she worse,

(As I fear strangely she is ill enough)

I would not hear this tamely.

Piso. Here's a shilling,

To strike good luck withal.

Father. Here is a sword, sir,

To strike a knave withal: Thou liest, and basely, Be what thou wilt!

Ang. Why, how now, gentlemen?

[Strikes him.

Clora. Do not dissemble, Frank; mine eyes are quicker

Than such observers, that do ground their faith
Upon one smile or tear: You are much alter'd,
And are as empty of those excellencies

That were companions to you, (I mean mirth,
And free disposure of your blood and spirit)
As you were born a mourner.

Frank. How, I pr'ythee?

For I perceive no such change in myself.

[vident,

Clora. Come, come, this is not wise, nor pro-
To halt before a cripple. If you love,
Be liberal to your friend, and let her know it:
I see the way you run, and know how tedious
"Twill prove without a true companion.

Frank. Sure thou wouldst have me love.
Clora. Yes, marry would I ;

I should not please you else.

Frank. And who, for God's sake?
For I assure myself, I know not yet:
And pr'ythee, Clora, since thou❜lt have it so
That I must love, and do I know not what,
Let him be held a pretty handsome fellow,
And young; and if he be a little valiant,
"Twill be the better; and a little wise,
And, 'faith, a little honest.

Clora. Well, I will sound you yet, for all your