SEBASTIAN

Most divine Lady, in the late exile Of your depraver Bonavid ; how Do you applaud my justice? But if sped, Then he redeems his exile. Welcome Bonavida; How speed you in your voyage? Thou hast spoke it, and it shall stand. Yo'have sentenced justly. Take your pleasure; For your content is ours. Centella and Pineda, We have long Mourned for your absence, had not our bright Queen Made us acquainted with the intent the eof, We had not took it of you subject-like, You so unfriendly, left us without leave, But you are nobly welcome. You speak but what is just and necessary, In others to deter the Like presumption, I pray sir reprehend him, you cannot be too bitter In his Just reprehension. He hath but what he merits. The character you have given that noble stranger, His valour, faith, and friendship Valladaura, So deeply hath impressed us: that we are pleased, To see him matched into a noble house, And we from henceforth shall account him ours. A lovely and sweet presence. What seek you from this throne? If sum h live here, As we are King, we banish him our patronage. And yield him up to sentence: first, fa e creature, Gi ous your name, your birth, and quality. Thou shalt ha'te. Speak, what's your wrong? And cheaply rated too, find out the man, And be he one Inthroned in our highest grace, He shall be thine to censure. As we hope, To be held worthy of the Crown we wear, Thou shalt not find us partial. Both ways strange. Thou speakest Enigma's woman, and hast need To find a Sphinx to explain them. It's most strange: She stands ele red By her accusers silence. Come, we'll end all this: First, Lady we'll acquit your Jealousy, She is his sift: Ferrers, we shall rank you In as high grace, as you are in his love; Nor have you Manhurst, least expressed your self, In gratitude to him, friendship to both; You Bonavida we restore, you stand In the eye of our preferment: you we admire: And thus conclude: Two Nations have contended For breast and face, in you both these are ended. The united blood of Spain and Portugal, Now meets in us; the Hereditary Hope's, That were but in Conception, now have birth, And what was but Idea, till this day, Hath put on essence. This Hail from you, we count a blessing to us, And more then common greeting, as from Gentlemen, Crowned both in blood, and virtue. We find them great. Teach us that? Fair Isabella, Instruct me modestly in what I err, And if I shall but skant you in the least, I'll make you large amends. Speak and obtain Most unpeered Lady, that, not for ten World's, For if and husband can a vassal be, To such approved virtues; I am he: Lord Bonavid , you have from her tongue And express doom, that cannot be revoked; 'Tis Like the Persian seal unalterable: And come my divine Princess; He shall know, In his Just doom, what zeal to you we owe. He should then Have kept his Country, if a Phoenix live, You make Spain blessed Arabia.