MOLOSSO

Sure thou didst dream, thou Wertenberg not thoroughly a wake, For though our Lords were lately reconciled, Mine keeps a careful watch, and never stirs Out of the City, where he knows he's safe. Light joys are easily vented; such as this Is entertained with and ecstasy, And by degrees expressed: but as the full Fruition of a thing we most delight in Is checked with daily fear of losing it, So find I now my rising heart kept down With doubt of such a wished happiness, May they portend more mischief to this House, Then those that blasted ours and our whole Country; But in this strong desire of a revenge Discretion must direct our passion; And therefore let it be thy chiefest care Neither in word, nor gesture, to disclose Thy fortunate discovery, till the end Shall crown the work, and banish all our fears; My task shall be to make it profitable No less then pleasant, by his foreknown fallen Weel raise our selves to wealth and liberty, The great allurements of those bold attempts, Wherein the Vassal dares affront his Lord, And quite shake off the yoke of his subjection. They shall find at length Patience oppressed will into fury turn; Nature, in spite of fortune gave us minds That cannot Like our bodies be enthralled; But soft, I doubt our early privacy May render us suspected; leave to me The manage of th'affaire; only let thy Virtue be now the dumb men secrecy. To give slow faith to such a horrid plot Becomes a heart so full of piety; But in this black design many presumptions Unite themselves to fortify belief; Nor is it to be thought, the wretch durst feign it Giving so short a time to be disproov'd; The heavens forbid your virtuous diffidence Should led you to the hazard: I must count This blessed discovery a large recompense, Of former ills fortune hath thrown on me: For I am bold to hope, it will by you Be graciously accepted, though I find Some late unhappy errors have infore't Your patience to inflict just punishment On him that is your slave, and might expect The restless misery of the painful are, With all the wants that ever were susteyin'd In a remorseless Galley; but your goodness (In spite of fate that meant all this) is pleased To give me shelter under your own roof, And to the emulation of my fellows To grant the favour of your household service; A bondage which I truly may prefer Above the common peoples liberty: These are the benefits, that invite my soul To meditate your preservation, Which ere I cease to do, Tiber and Poe Shall quite abandon fruitful Italy, And wash the Arabian sands; though I am rude, I must abhor churlish ingratitude. Great sir, you owe the thanks of what's yet done To chance alone; I am ambitious Of something that might merit, if at least The diligence and industry of one Of my condition, may deserve that title. I have a ripe design that shall both give Assurance of the truth of what I brought And pour the vengeance on your enemy; Nor can it ever be discovered To hurt your fame; it shall amaze the actor And shall be speedy too; things of long time Are ever doubtful, lost in expectation, Propounded usually for private ends, Gained by degrees; and acceptable deed Hath double welcome when t'is done with speed. HE's now made sure, I must with speed find out Young Spinola, and speak with Sango too, Behold'um both together, will succeed; My toiled body Will not admit a cheerful countenance; But I can throw of care if you command. Ask me whither I would not wish some shade if I were broiled Upon the Libian Sands, where Cancer reigns: But Sir if I mistake not, you sustain A greater servitude, yet seek not freedom. Rather to change them into chains of gold, To wealth and ornament; it may be done Without your Chemical projection. Sir, I have no art, Nor leisure to discourse, but I have herd There is by fare and opportunity Allotted every man, to make him rich And happy too, provided he take hold, And I am confident that's offered you. When she is brought into your own possession, You can but blame your self, if she depart. That's true: I'll see that all things be prepared: If the least wheel be out of frame, the watch Is altogether useless. Half this is endue to thee By our established law of equal Fortune's. That riddle quickly will unfold it self: But Sango, I'm glad I met thee, I was forced For some important reasons to reveal weighty secret to my Patron. San. how? I was compelled to do't. My obligation to my stars and thee, Their Mercury, can never be expressed; Which I have husbanded to my advantage. It is the ground from whence I'll take my rise, To leap, and fallen Like dreadful thunder on him; It is not vengeance, but soft piety To wish a foes death, when he's fit to die, To let him live, and feel himself so wretched, That he shall seek and sue for absent death, Is a revenge becomes me, and I'll have it; Thou knowest my Patrons former trust was changed Into a sudden jealousy, which sprang From consciousness of his base injuries; This hath removed that doubt, and set me right In his lost good opinion, which I mean Still to confirm by my strict diligence, Till time and opportunity shall show How far this petty-mischiefe I'll outgo. Rest thou secure, and to express my thanks, It shall not be the least partly of my plot, To give thee means to gain the full fruition Of her that Genua so admires and strives for. I, and a good assurance of success. Stoutly resolved, come, let us lay our ground, We shall built sure, when our foundation's found. Now you may see, sir, you were not abused In our discovery, and I hope you find My undertakings and your trust made good; Why sir you know That it is now the time of Carnivall, When every man takes what disguise he pleases. I brought him to a strong belief, that he By that device and my assistance should Convey away your daughter. By this your vengeance is more exquisite; Make your account that with the son you have thrust The father through, who having found himself Ore-reach't by you, or by his own just fare, In such a counterplot must needs at length Become his own dire executioner: In the mean time his life is worse then death. That's my sole care, the Brave in th'act was taken, And by commandment of the present Judge, Is brought already to receive his trial. By all means sir. Sir, here are they Mean to make good this Fort in spite of you, And all your Engineers. It is not your untimely trust or favour (That is to me but sunshine after shipwreck) Can satisfy your former injuries: I would have spent and age in base observance, Only to gain this day, this happy hour That shall produce what no time shall forget. Think not found man, I saved thy life for any love of thee, But to reserve thee for a greater plague. Both yet alive, the mischief's done already, But not the vengeance, thou shalt that behold, Till then there's nothing can be called revenge: Go bring u'm Sango, thou hast had thy fill Behold a pair of Brides, their hair displayed, Muse not to see u'm weep, the cause is light. You hear how light the cause is, but a dream. If my revenge could have been satisfied With what's already done, it had done nothing; No, Bears and Wolves always persist to death, And I lament to find so narrow a Stage To act my vengeance on, as but two women: Sango prepare. We are too far embarked to hope or wish To be forgiven, mischief's upheld by mischief. They are both thine Imperial, that's their crime, And it's the height of our triumphant glory, That thou shalt see u'm die, cast thine eyes up. I would have laboured more for this revenge, Than those that search the bowels of the earth For Mines, or dive into the Sea for pearls. It's thy fate Doriam To be involved in that men vowed destruction. Thy daughter Imperial is canonized: With contrite heart devout Prince Doriam, Hath vowed a fast to his Saint Angelica. It's wretchedness to fear where ther's no hope, Couldst thou believe, vain Spinola, that we Would undertake to act so bold a mischief, And not resolve upon as brave and end? We that have gained such a full revenge, Mean not to loose it by a poor submission To hopeless mercy, or your new found torments; Though fortune made us wretched slaves to you, We both retain some sparks of active fire, Which the Did sometime flame in our Numidean breasts, Not yet so quench thy servitude, but we Have will and power to free our selves, behold Out liberty; these shall restore us now To that equality that nature gave, In which blind chance hath put a difference: One blow from these deliverers, can make And abject beggar equal to a King: Sango keep time. By consent We thus avoid & mock your punishment. I Shall sir, yes, by that time you return, You shall confess you have a skilful Cater: Why should proud greatness undervalue us, And our condition? since all men are slaves; If we survey the greatest monarchies, What art their Courtiers else? with all the suits They either beg or wear? the rich Banquier Enthralls his debtor, and his money him: This Captain is a captive to that wench; This Magistrate to bribes; that Lord to pride, This Statesman to ambition; all to fear: From whence we only that have nought to lose, Are free, and that shall instantly appear; I'll send the servants forth, that Sango and I May act our partly with more security. See how the fates themselves have helped to bring The Beast into my toil, and made both him And his whole house the subject of my vengeance, My joy is such, I cannot temper it: As when the bloodhound in a leash being led, Noseth the ground, and while the prey's far off, Spares both his mouth and feet, but drawing near, Will open wide, and drag away his leader, So are my thoughts transported, I'll away, My fury calls for blood, and I obey. Sango, if thou contemplating our friendship, Begotten first by consanguinity, And since confirmed by our joint sufferings here, Hast undertaken some bold stratagem Against my Patron to revenge my wrongs, Thy great affection may but ruin me; Delay not then to make me understand Thy full intent: believe it will be vain, Our sword once drawn, to think to sheath again.