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One to the gunners on St Jago's tower: bid | Is safe enough, I warrant him, for one: them, for shame,

At dawn of day our general cleft his pate, Level their cannon lower : on my soul,

Spite of his woollen night-cap: a slight wound; They're all corrupted with the gold of Barbary, Perhaps he inay recover. To carry over, and not hurt the Moor.

Alph Thou revivest me.

Ped. By my computation now, the victory was Enter a Second Captain.

gained before the procession was made for it, 2 Cupt. My lord, here's fresh intelligence ar- and yet it will go hard but the priests will make rived.

a miracle of it. Our army, led by valiant Torrismond,

Lor. Yes, faith, we came, like bold intruding Is now in hot engagement with the Moors ;

guests, 'Tis said, within their trenches.

And took them unprepared to give us welcome. Bert. I think all fortune is reserved for him. Their scouts we killed, then found their body He might have sent us word though,

sleeping, And then we could have favoured his attempt And as they lay confused, we stumbled o'er them, With sallies from the town.

And took what joint came next-arms, heads, or Alph. It could not be:

legs, We were so close block'd up, that none could Somewhat undecently. But when men want light, peep

They make but bungling work. Upon the walls and live ; but yet 'tis time. Bert. I'll to the queen,

Bert. No, 'tis too late ; I will not hazard it: And bear the news. On pain of death, let no man dare to sally. Ped. That's


Lorenzo's duty. Ped. (Aside.) Oh, envy, envy, how it works Bert. I'll spare his trouble. within him !

This Torrismond begins to grow too fast; How now! what means this show?

He must be mine, or ruined.

(Aside. Alph. 'Tis a procession :

Lor. Pedro, a word. (Whisper.] The queen is going to the great cathedral,

[Erit BERTRAN. To pray for our success against the Moors. Alph. How swift he shot away! I find it stung

Ped. Very good: she usurps the throne, him, keeps the old king in prison, and, at the same In spite of his dissembling, time, is praying for a blessing: Oh, religion and (To LoR.) How many of the enemy are slain? roguery, how they go together!

Lor. Troth, sir, we were in haste, and could (Shout und flourish of trumpets. not stay

To score the men we killed; but there they lie: A Procession of Priests and Choirislers in while, Best send our women out to take the tale;

with tapers, followed by the Queen and Ladies, There's circumcision in abundance for them. gues over the stage; the Choiristers singing.

[Turns to PEDRO again.

Alph. How far did you pursue them? Look down, ye bless'd abore, look down ;

Lor. Some few miles. Behold our weeping matrons teurs,

[To PED.) Good store of harlots, say you, and Behold our lender virgins fears,

dog-cheap ? And with success our armies crown.

Pedro, they must be had, and speedily :

I've kept a tedious fast. Whispers again. Look down, ye bless'd above, look down ; Alph. When will he make his entry? He de

Oh, suve us, save us, and our state restore ;
For pity, pity, pity we implore ;

Such triumphs as were given by ancient Rome. For pity, pily, pity we inplore.

Ha, boy, what sayest thou? (The Procession goes ott, and shout within. Lor. As you say, sir, that Rome was very an

cient. Enter LORENZO, who kneels to ALPHONSO.

[To Ped.) I leave the choice to you; fair, black, Bert. (To ALPH.) A joyful cry; and see your tall, low; son, Lorenzo, Good news, kind Heav'n! Let her but have a nose. And you may tell her Alph. (To Lor.) Oh, welcome, welcome! Is I'm rich in jewels, rings, and bobbing pearls, the general safe?

Plucked from Moors' ears. How near our army? When shall we be succour- Alph. Lorenzo. ed ?

Lor. Somewhat busy Or are we succour'd? Are the Moors removed ? About affairs relating to the public.Answer these questions first, and then a thou- A seasonable girl, just in the nick now. [To PED. sand more ;

(Trumpets within. Answer them all together.

Ped. I liear the generals trumpet. Stand and Lor. Yes, when i have a thousand tongues, I mark will.

How he will be received: I fear but coldly: The general's well; his army too is safe There hung a cloud, methought, on Bertran's As victory can make them : the Moors' king



the queen.

Lor. Then look to see a storm on Torrismond's. You brand us all with black ingratitude ; Looks fright not men: the general has seen For times to come shall say, our Spain, like Moors

Rome, With as bad faces, no dispraise to Bertran's. Neglects her champions after noble acts, Ped. 'Twas ruinour'd in the camp he loves And lets their laurels wither on their heads.

Tor. A statue for a battle blindly fought, Lor. He drinks her health devoutly.

Where darkness and surprise made conquest Alph. That may breed bad blood" 'twixt him cheap! and Bertran.

Where Virtue borrowed but the arms of Chance, Ped. Yes, in private.

And struck a random blow! 'Twas Fortune's But Bertran has been taught the arts of courts,

work, To gild a face with smiles, and leer a man to ruin. And Fortune take the praisc. Ch, here they come.

Bert. Yet happiness

the first fame. Virtue without success Enter TorrisMOND und Officers on one side, is a fair picture shown by an ill light;

BERTRAN,attendeid, on the oiher; ihtyembrace, But lucky men are favourites of lieaven;
BERTRAN bouing low.

And whom should kings esteem above Heaven's Just as I prophesied.

darlings? Lor. Death and hell ! he laughs at lim! in's The praises of a young and beauteous queen face too.

Shall crown your glorious acts. Ped. Oh, you mistake him! 'twas an humble Ped. [To ALPn. There sprung the mine. grin,

Tor. The queen! that were a happiness too The fawning joy of courtiers and of dogs.

great! Lor. (Aside. Here are nothing but lies to be Named you the queen, my lord? expected. I'll c'en go lose myself in some blind Beri. Yes. You have scen her, and you moist alley, and try if any courteous damsel will think

confess, me worth the finding.

[Exit LOR. A praise, a smile, a look from her is worth Alph. Now he begins to open.

The shouts of thousand amphitheatres. Bért. Your country rescu'd, and your queen She, she shall praise you; for I can oblige her: relier'd!

Tomorrow will deliver all her charms A glorious conquest, noble Torrismond!

Into my arnis, and make her mine for ever. The people rend the skies with loud applause, Why stand you mute? And leav'n can hear no other name but yours. Tor. Alas, I cannot speak! The thronging crowds press on you as you pass, Bert. Not speak, my lord! Ilow were your And with their eager joy make triumphi slow.

thoughts employed? Por. My lord, I have no taste

Tor. Nor can I think; for I am lost in thought. Of popular applause; the noisy praise

Beit. Thought of the queen, perhaps ? Of giddy crowds, as changeable as winds,

Tor. Why, if it were, Sull vehement, and still without a cause; Heaven may be thought on, though too high to Servants to chance, and blowing in the tide

climb. Of swoll'n success; but vcering with its ebb, Bert. Oh, now I find where your ambition It leaves the channel dry.

drives! Burt. So young a stoic !

You ought not to think of her. Tor. You wrong me, if you think I'll sell one

Tor. So I say too ; drop

ought not: madmen ought not to be mad, Within these veins for pageants; but let honour But who can help his frenzy ? Call for my blood, and sluice it into streams : Bert. Fond young man !" Turn Fortune loose again to my pursuit, The wings of your ambition must be clipped. And let me hunt her through embattled foes, Your shame-taced virtue shunned the people's In dusty plains, amidst the cannon's roar,

praise, There will I be the first.

And senate's honours; but 'tis well we know Bert. I ll try him farther.—- [Aside. What price you hold yourself at. You have Suppose the assembled states of Arragon

fought Decree a statue to you, thus inscribed

With some success, and that has scaleil your To Torrismond, who freed his native land.

pardon. Alph. (To Ped.) Mark how he sounds and fa- Tor. Pardlon from thee! Oh, give me patience, thoms bim, to find

Heaven! The sballows of his soul.

Thrice vanquished Bertran, if thou darest, look Beri. The just applause Of godlike senates is the stamp of virtue, Upon yon slaughtered host, that field of blood; Which makes it pass unquestioned through the There seal my pardon, where thy fame was lost. world.

Ped. He's ruined, past redemption ! These honours you deserve; nor shall my suff- Alph. (To Tor.) Learn respect rage

To the first prince o' the blood. Be last to fix them on you: If refused,

Berl. Oh, let him rave;


I'll not contend with madmen.
Tor. I've done.

Enter ELVIRA, veiled.
I know 'twere madness to declare this truth, Elo. Stranger ! cavalier !-Will you not hear
And yet 'twere baseness to deny my love. me, you Moor-killer, you matudor
'Tis true, my hopes are vanishing as clouds, Lor. Meaning me, madam ?
Lighter than children's bubbles blown by wind ; Elv. Face about, man: you a soldier, and afraid
My merit's but the rash result of chance; of the enemy !
My birth unequal; all the stars against me ; Lor. I must confess, I did not expect to have
Power, promise, choice, the living and the dead; been charged first. I see souls will not be lost
Mankind my foes, and only love my friend; for want of diligence in this devil's reign. (Asidr.)
But such a love, kept at such awful distance, -Now, madam Cynthia behind a cloud, your will
As, what it loudly dares to tell, a rival

and pleasure with me? Shall fear to whisper there. Queens may be loved, Elv. You have the appearance of a cavalier; And so may gods; else why are altars raised ? and if you are as deserving as you seem, perhaps Why shines the sun, but that he may be viewed ? But oh, when he's too bright, if then we gaze,

you may not repent of your adventure. If a lady

like you well enough to hold discourse with you 'Tis but to weep, and close our eyes in darkness ! at first sight, you are gentleman enough, I hope,

(Erit. to belp her out with an apology, and to lay the Bert. 'Tis well: the goddess shall be told, blame on stars, or destiny, or what

you please, to she shall,

excuse the frailty of a woman. Of her new worshipper.

[Exit. Lor. Oh, I love an easy woman! there's such Ped. So, here's fine work!

ado to crack a thick-shelled inistress, we break He supplied his only foe with arnis

our teeth, and find no kernel. 'Tis generous in For his destruction. Old Penelope's tale you to take pity on a stranger, and not to suffer Inverted: he has unravelled all by day,

him to fall into ill bands at his first arrival. That he has done by night. What, planet-struck! Eiz. You have a better opinion of me than I

Alph. I wish I were, to be past sense of this. deserve. You have not seen me yet, and there

Ped. Would I had but a lease of life so long, fore I am confident you are heart-whole. As till my flesh and blood rebelled this way Lur. Not absolutely slain, I must confess, but I Against our sovereign lady! Mad for a queen, am drawing on apace. You have a dangerous With a globe in one hand, and a sceptre int'other; tongue in your head, I can tell you that ; and if A very pretty moppet!

your eyes prove of as killing metal, there's but Alph. Then to declare his madness to his rival, one way with me. Let me see you, for the safeHis father absent on an embassy,

guard of my honour : 'tis but decent the cannon Himself a stranger, almost wholly friendless ! should be drawn down upon me before I yield. A torrent, rolling down a precipice,

Elo. What a terrible similitude have you Is easier to be stopped than is his ruin.

made, colonel, to shew that you are inclining to Ped. 'Tis fruitless to complain : Haste to the the wars! I could answer you with another in court ;

my profession. Suppose you were in want of Improve your interest there, for pardon from money-would you not be glad to take a sum

upon content in a sealed bag, without peeping ? Alph. Weak remedies;

-But however I will not stand with you for a But all must be attempted.

(Erit. sample.

(Lifts up her deil.

Lor. What eyes were there! how keen their Enter LORENZO.

glances! you do well to keep them veiled: they Lor. Well, I am the most unlucky rogue! I are too sharp to be trusted out of the scabbard. have been ranging over half the town, but have Elv. Perhaps, now, you may accuse my forsprung no game. Our women are worse infidels wardness; but this day of jubilee is the only than the Moors : I told them I was one of their time of freedom I have had ; and there is nothing knights-errant, that delivered them from ravish- so extravagant as a prisoner, when he gets loose ment; and I think in my conscience that's their a little, and is immediately to return to his fetquarrel to me.

Ped. Is this a time for fooling? Your cousin Lor. To confess freely to you, madam— I was is run honourably mad in love with her majesty : never in love with less than your whole sex behe is split upon a rock; and you, who are in fore ; but now I have seen you, I am in the dichace of harlots, are sinking in the main ocean. rect road of languishing and sighing ; and if love I think the devil's in the family. [Erit. goes on as it begins, for aught I know, by to

Lor. My cousin ruined, says he ?-Mum !-- inorrow morning you may hear of me in rhyme Not that I wish my cousin's ruin; that were un- and sonnet. I tell you truly, I do not like these christian; but if the general's ruined, I am heir ; symptoms in myself. Perhaps I may go shuflingthere's comfort for a Christian. Money I have, ly at first; for I was never before walked in I thank the honest Moors for't; but I want a trammels; yet I shall drudge and moil at conmistress. I am willing to be lewd, but the stancy, till I have worn off the hitching in my tempter is wanting on his part.


the queen.



Elo. Oh, sir, there are arts to reclaim the Gom. Not I, colonel : the walls are very howildest men, as there are to make spaniels fetch nest stone, and the timber very honest wood, and carry——chide them often, and feed them sel. for aught I know; but for the woman I cannot dom. Now I know your temper, you may

thank say, till I know her better. Describe her person, yourself if you are kept to hard meat you are

and if she live in this quarter, I may give you in for years, if you make love to me.

tidings of her. Lor. I hate a formal obligation, with an anno Lor. She's of a middle stature, dark-coloured Domini at the end on't: there may be an evil hair, the most bewitching leer with her eyes, the meaning in the word years, called matrimony. most roguish cast; her cheeks are dimpled when

Elv. I can easily rid you of that fear; I wish she smiles, and her smiles would tempi an hermit. I could rid myself as easily of the bondage. Gom. [ Aside. I am dead, I am buried, I am Lor. Then you are married ?

damned !-Go on-colonel-Have you no other Elv. If a coveous, and a jealous, and an old marks of her ? man be a husband.

Lor. Thou hast all her marks, but that she has Lor. Three as good qualities for my purpose a husband, a jealous, covetous old hunks. Speak; as I could wish. Now, Love be praised !

canst thou tell me news of her ?

Gom. Yes, this news, colonel, that you have Enter Elvira's Duenni, and whispers to her.

seen your last of her. Elv. [Aside.) If I get not home before my Lir. If thon helpest me not to the knowledge husband, I shall be ruiner!--[To him. I dare not of her, thou art a circumcised Jew. stay to tell you where--Farewell---Could I once Gom. Circuncise me no more than I circum

[Exil. cise you, Colonel Hernando. Once more, you Lor. This is unconsciovable dealing ; to be bave seen your last of her. made a slave, and not know whose livery I wcar. Lor. [Aside.) I am glad he knows me only by - Who have we yonder ?

that name of Hernando, by which I went at Bar

celona; now he can tell no tales of me to my faEnter GOMEZ.

thier. (To hum.] Come, thou wert ever good-neBy that shambling in his walk, it should be my tured, when thou couldst get by it Look here, rich old banker Gomez, whom I knew at Bar. rogue; 'tis of the right damning colour: thou art celona. As I live, 'tis he! [To GOMEZ.] What, not proof against gold, sure ! Do not I know thee old Mammon, here!

for a covetous. Gom. How ! young Belzebub ?

Gom. Jealous old hunks : Those were the marks Lor. What devil has set his claws in thy of your mistress's husband, as I remember, colohaunches, and brought thee hither to Saragossa? nel. Sure he meant a farther journey with thee. Lor. O, the devil! What a rogue in under

Gom. I always remove before the enemy: standing was I, not to find him out sooner! when the Moors are ready to besiege one town,

(Aside. I shift my quarters to the next: I keep as far Gon. Do, do, look sillily, good colonel ; 'tis a froin the infidels as I can.

decent melancholy after an absolute defeat. Lor. That's but a hair's-breadth at farthest. Lor. Faith, not for that, dear Gomez-but

Gom. Well, you have got a famous victory ; Gom. But—no pumping, my dear colonel. all true subjects are overjoyed at it; there are Lor. Hang pumping. I was thinking a little bonfires decreed : an' the times had not been so upon a point of gratitude. We two have been long hard, my billet should have been burnt too. acquaintance: I know thy merits, and can make

Lor. I dare say for thee, thou hast such a some interest. Go to! Thou wert born to authorirespect for a single billet, that thou wouldst al- ty: I'll make thee alcaide-mayor of Saragossa. most have thrown on thyself to save it: thou art Gom. Satisfy yourself: you shall not make me for saving every thing but thy soul.


you think, colonel. Gom. Well, well, you'll not believe me gene- Lor. Faith but I will: thou hast the face of a rous till I carry you to the tavern, and crack magistrate already. half a pint with you at my own charge.

Ĝom. And you would provide me with a maLor. No; I'll keep thee from hanging thyself gistrate's head to my magistrate's face. I thank for such an extravagance; and, instead of it, you, colonel. thou shalt do me a mere verbal courtesy. I have Lor. Come, thou art so suspicious upon an idle just now seen a most incomparable young lady. story.—That woman I saw, I mean that little,

Gom. Whereabouts did you see this most in- crooked, ugly woman, for t'other was a lie is no comparable young lady ?-My mind misgives me more thy wife-as I'll go home with thee, and plaguily.

(Aside. satisfy thee immediately, my dear friend. Lor. Here, man; just before this corner Gom. I shall not put you to that trouble ; no, house:


Heaven it prove no bawdy-house. not so much as a single visit ; not so much as an Gom. (Aside.] Pray Heaven he does not make embassy by a civil old woman, nor a serenade of it one!

twincleulum twincledum under my windows: nay, Lor. What dost thou mutter to thyself? Hast I will advise you, out of tenderness to your per: thou any thing to say against the honesty of that son, that you walk not near yon corner house by house?

night; for, to my certain knowledge, there are blunderbusses planted in every loop-hole, that go an ounce of camphire every morning for her off constantly of their own accord, at the squeak- breakfast, to abate incontinency, She shall neing of a fiddle, and the thrumming of a guitar. ver peep abroad, no, not to church for confession;

Lor. Art thou so obstinate? Then I denounce and for never going, she shall be condemned for open war against thee: I'll demolish thy citadel a heretic. She shall have stripes by troy weight, by force; or, at least, I'll bring my whole regi- and sustenance by elrachms and scruples; nay, ment upon

thousand red locusts, that l'll have a fasting almanack printed on purpose shall devour thee in free quarter. Farewell, for her use, in which Wrought Night-Cap.

[Erat. Gom. Farewell, Buff! Free quarter for a regi

No carnival nor Christmas shall appear, ment of red-coat locusts! 1 hope to see then all But Lents and Ember-weeks shall fill the year. in the Red Sea first. But oh, this Jezebel of

[Lxit. mine ! I'll get a physician that shall prescribe her

thee; my



SCENE I.-The Queen's Antichamber. Enter TORRISMOND, attended. BERTRAN and

he meet, und justle. ALPHONSO and PEDRO.

Bert. Make way, my lords, and let the pageant Alph. When saw you my, Lorenzo ?

pass. Ped. I had a glimpse of him; but he shot by

Tor. I make my way where'er I see my foe,

But you, my lord, are good at a retreat. Like a

young hound upon a burning scent: I have no Moors behind me. He's gone a harlot-hunting.

Bert. Death and hell! Alph. His foreign breeding might have taught Dare to speak thus when you come out again. him better.

Tor. Dare to provoke me thus, insulting man. Ped. 'Tis that has taught him this. What learn our youth abroad, but to refine

Enter TERESA. The homely vices of their native land?

Ter. My lords, you are too loud so near the Give me an honest homespun country clown

queen; Of our own growth; his dulness is but plain,

You, Torrismond, have much offended her. But theirs embroidered; they are sent out fools, 'Tis her command you instantly appear, And come back fops.

To answer your demeanour to the prince. Alph. You know what reasons urged me;

[Exit TERESA, BERTRAN with his company But now I have accomplished my designs,

following her. I should be glad he knew them. His wild riots Disturb my soul; but they would sit more close, A grove of pikes,

Tor. 0, Pedro! O, Alphonso ! pity me! Did not the threatened downfal of our house,

Whose polished steel from far severely shines, In Torrismond, o'erwhelm my private ills. Are not so dreadful as this beauteous queen. Enter BERTRAN, attended, and whispering with

Alph. Call up your courage timely to your aid, a Courtier aside.

And, like a lion pressed upon the toils,

Leap on your hunters. Speak your actions boldly. Bert. I would not have her think he dared to

There is a tiine when modest virtue is love her;

Allowed to praise itself, If he presumes to own it, she's so proud,

Ped. Heart, you were hot enough, too hot, but He tempts his certain ruin.

now; Alph.' [lo Ped.) Mark how disdainfully he Your fury then boiled upward to a foam ; throws his eyes on us :

But since this message came, you sink and settle, Our old imprisoned king wore no such looks. As if cold water had been poured upon you. Ped. O, would the general shake off his dotage Tor. Alas, thou knowest not what it is to love ! to the usurping queen,

When we behold an angel, not to fear, And re-enthrone good venerable Sancho !

Is to be impudent. No, I'm resolved, I'll undertake, should Bertran sound his trumpets, Like a led victim, to my death I'll go, And Torrismond but whistle through his fingers, And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow. He draws his army off.

[Excunt. Alph. I told him so, But had an answer louder than a storm.

SCENE II— Draws, and shexos the Queen sitting Ped. Now plague and pox on his smock-loyalty!

in state ; BERTRAN standing next her; then I hate to see a brave bold fellow sotted,

TERESA, &c. She rises, and comes to the front. Made sour and senseless, turned to whey, by love; A drivelling hero, fit for a romance,

Qu. (To Bert.] I blame not you, my

lord : O, here he comes; what will their grccting be?

father's will,

: my

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