RODERICK

G Ive leave: Lothario. The news in brief: how replies Jacinta? Will she be woman? will she meet our Arms With and alternate roundure? will she do? Enough, we have bethought another way. This wooing application is too mild: It's better trust the mercy of a storm. To hast our way, then to be calmed for ever, Short of the wished haven: Now draw near, you told us of a hight invasion The barbarous and tawny Africans, Intend upon our confines. They would deter us with their swarty looks: Were they the same to their similitude, Sooty as the inhabitants of hell, Whom they nearest figure; cold fear should fly From us as distant as they are from beauty: They come to sacrifice their bloods to us, If that be read, a m re rubrum, We'll make so high to quench their silver moons; And on their carcases and Is mus make To pass their straits again, and forage there. And yet we undaunted Julianus, our treasury is A mine unscarcht, we have a Castle Supposed enchanted, we'll break the magic, If spells there be, opeth forbidden doors Which twenty of our predecessors have refus e, But added each a lock to guard it more, Rather then our Soldiers shall want pay To fight our battles nobly. Tut. fear frights us not, nor shall hope fool us If need provoke, we'll dig supply through hell And her enchantments. Who c n prefix us A time to see these incantations loosed? Perhaps it'll stay ten generations more, When our blood royal may want succession, If not; what boots it us (lost in our dust And memory 500. years) that then this hidden Work shall be; tush, the weakness of our predecessors Shall not fright us, all is not deadly, That looks dangerous. Lord Julianus, we commit to you The charge of this great work against the Moors, With title of Lord General, as you please, Order this high affair; call to the field And equal Army against those Africans, The bold and hardiest soldiers of our kingdom Scourge back again that see halfe-nak' Infide S Into their sunburnt Climate; in thy heart Be loyalty and courage, strength in thine arm: With christian vaiour strike the heathens dead, And for thy triumph, bring the Mulyes head. That shall be our care noble Julianus, to see her safe, We love I cinta more then you must know, And for her sake we do remove you hence; You may thank your daughter for this honour Sir, If you knew our purpose. On, to thy charge, prosper in thy high deeds; Who aims at honour nobly, nobly speeds. All help him on his speed: Lothario. Have we not finely moulded our design? Times ancient bawd, opportunity attends us now, And yet our flaming blood will scarce give leave To opportunity. Thou namest her to me. And hast instructed her? Call her If Words will serve, if not, by rapines force; We'll pluck this apple from hesperides. A reverend one it is, & may be called schoolmistress of her sex; if Apelles had ever pictured forth experience, here might he take his pattern. Thou must be my Lawyer (I'll fee thee well,) And at the Bar of beauty plead a cause, Which whither right or wrong, must needs be mine. Come, come, you must not plead and insufficiency. Not at all, he says women overcome men in Giving counsel. I see thou hast persuasive oratory. Here's juice of liquorish, good for thy voice, Speak freely, and effectually. Unite your forces both, conquer in love, I will reward as for a victory Purchased with blood from my worst enemy: Effect, for ill things have their effects we see Prosper, we'll call it a prosperity. Speak, is she pliant? Give leave. Why turn you from us Lady? Your thought instruct you ill, I do not frown, But smile upon you. Nothing so much, But for less them either, thy love ire virgin. What name? T'is good, and will you deny your self, what you wish From others? I would achieve a victory from you. Concluded well; Approve your self a friend, the war is love, Wherein we two must strive make it no war, But yield it freely. We come not to dispute of good, and bade, Do as your sex has done, taste what's forbid, And then distinguish of the difference, I come not now to war with eloquence, Those treaties are all passed, if you embrace Our proffered love, wele pray; or call it lust, If not, we speak a king to you, you must Cal't as you please, We have a burning fever, and the disease You must lay balsum to. These blasts are Zephires breath, a gentle galt When it blows high. The sacrifice of fools, the proverbs S ne, None pities women's res, but Idiots born. My purpose it, To send him forth the better to achieve My conquest here. Tush, I have no ears. Pity, not future fears. The none within thy call. Tush, 'tis far of. Tush heaven is deaf, and hell laughs at thy cry. I'll stop the rest within thee. Where's your Master? He was ever heavy, where's ? Command h , her father , He has a noble fortune to king Conquest and royal , I not well Requite him: therefore I What I return, how the villain snores! Sleep on Sir, your sin will be the less, in being My b wd. Now where is she? Been imp, where have you been? Why, is she to seek slave? Rogue, thou neither feest, nor he rest more if I see not her: You dormouse, baby of fifty, bundle of security, Awake Rogue, pocks of your heavy flesh, hast thou no soul? Mischief open your eyelid block, image. Sir death, I'll tickle you for this, oggerhead, where' I ? Diseases devour your body, where' I ? Confirmde, he has the keys, and is fled the castle, Dog, hellhound, thou shalt be my , sl I'll drag this ull into his . Dogs worry you both; search slave in every angle, Send pursuit after her, if thou returnest her not, Thou shalt curse thy being. If she escape us, and once reach her father, Now in his height of honour, we know not how He may receive his wrongs, nor the event; We will command him distant from the Court, And his prisoners sent to us; And this shall would e Before her possible speed, if she escape: Wele threaten his heads lose, if he deny they, Those that do wrong, had needs keep safety by they. SOme music. If all be set upon a careless hazard, What shall care do there? Oh Piamentelli, theres within my bosom, And army of Furies mustered, worse than those Which follow Julianus: Conscience beats The Drum of horror up. Go call our friends together, if we have none, Hire them with double pay, our self will search And break those dangerous doors which have so long Kept Spain in childish ignorance. There's fatal fooleries; tell me of prophecies! Shall fear affright me? no; upon my life 'Tis hidden treasure kept for needful hours, And now 'tis come; 'tis gold must purchase soldiers; Shall I not seek it then? alone I'll break Open those forbidden doors, go muster men. Or good, or bade, I'll throw the dice my self, And take the chance that falls; thou art the first, Hell wakens, yet I'll on, twenty at least I must pass through before I break the spell, If this door thither led, I'll enter hell. 'Tis holiday in hell, the fiends are lose, I have enfranchised you, thank me Devils; Was this the fatal incantation That here was locked so many fearful ages, And was't decreed for me to dislocate? Fire consume you geomantick Devils, Where borrowed you those bodies, you damned thieves? In your own shapes you are not visible, Or are you yet but fancies imaginary? What's he that me presents? I have not sent My carcase forth, I am not sleeping now, And my soul strayed forth, I am my real self, Must I be captived by a traitor so? Devil thou playest me false; diademed? And such a sooty fiend inherit me? Jacinta, too, that she-curse, must she have partly? Kneeling to them, here's a solemnity In the Devils name; go reign in Sulphur, or in Some frozen Labyrinth; this Kingdom's mine: Thou there that me personat'st, draw forth thy sword, And brandished against hell, I'll show thee how? What Magic binds me? what furies hold mine arm. Piamentelli, Avilla, none succour me? My foes are come upon me. Zounds they are come, and have been here with me. Traitorous Julianus, and his ravished daughter, And army of Moors, of Turks and infidels. The Moore's a coming, & the devil too that must Succeed me in my last monarchy, take arms and fight, The fiends shall know they have not played me right. With what wings? There is no friendship where there is no power, I must crave now, o poverty most poor, To beg of them received mine all es, before. I have defended them: I'll make the proof: what do you call the man Whose prowess in that rightful victory Against the Moors did so much honour win? He was, and is, and may be, but not long? This poisoned Juli has hatterd him. Thou art my subject still Pia telli. Wertenberg thou gone, I then might boast, I were a King alone, For but thy self I do not know one subject, Then Subject's all, since you not let me die, I'll seek a weary life in Biscany. So now I me entered to the fatal chamber, Show now thy full effects, would? what sight's this?