FERDINAND

Set but my hand out, here's 400. Crowns unlost yet, Fortune may make them yours. One cast, and we will leave you. We are betrayed. I it be our moneys that you covet, willingly we give it up, only deprive us not of our fair home, our Con try: do but land us. You tell us of a gulf, which to eschew, You dash us gainst a rock more full of fear Of danger: for we should call that Actium, Which gives unto posterity our name Writ in the golden lines of honour, where this brands Our foreheads with the hateful name of thieves, of robbers, Piracy, it's theft, most hateful, swallows up The estates of Orphans, Widows, who born free, Are thus made slaves, enthralled to misery, By those that should defend them, at the best. You rob the venting Merchant's, whose manly breast Scorning base gain at home, puts to the main With hazard of his life and state, from other lands To enrich his own, while with ungrateful sands He thus is overwhelmed. Cowardice? thou liest: ther's not a man here dares less then thy self. He hath lost all motion. This shows sir, nature near intended man, Other then as she sent him to the world, All unoffensive, unam Ned: when unto be asts, She gave the means to hurt as to defence, The armour she gave man was innocence. There was. It is his evil spirit sure that in this likeness hants him Give me the hearing Sir, Abused knowledge that first wertenberg given to man A light, now helpest to dazzle him, and what ere want Befall through our own imperfect judgement, Unbridled will the throw on fortune, chance, I see men happiness, were his ignorance, As low as hell. What needs you give your self unto this danger, When in our general strength we have advantage? No more, we are agreed. You needs not, there's one gone before Takes order for your share. Posting as fast as his sails will bear him. Do not they move you sir? All that we have a board, Know that if all our Fortune's will set them free, it's theres. We are no Pirates sir, our country yields us More honest means of living. This is the place a cold blood thwarts my heart, My fleeting soul in her disturbed passion Proclaims some ill near, let me suppose the worst Alizia's dead, false tongue how durst thou name So great a mischief? alas this bracelet speaks it, This which I tied unto her ivory wrist The witness of those vows confirmed us one, The news of my captivity took all her Hope's And life away, and dying she bequeathed This loyal gift again, with my sad ransom. IT may be this youth may be Alizia Her self a prisoner, yet she's to virtuous To outlive her honour and her chastity, Which her captivity must needs endanger: I hear his footsteps. Fidelio, Fidelio, Fidelio I say young Raimond here So I am slain. O false, false Alizia thy watchwords as thy self Deceiving, didst think my slavery Was not and ill sufficient, but my blood Must pay thy falsehood tribute, or couldst not wish So great a plague to me, that I should hear Thou Wertenberg turned prostitute, ungentle cruel woman, Or rather Infid lio, what ere thou art Thou needest not doubt thy task, thou hast made me sure, Or if thou doubts it, here discharge one bullet more. My name is Raimond, that Fid lio unjustly murdered. O speak! what art thou? whose sad speech Make S death stay yet to hear thee. O speak! what art thou whose sad accents force Pale death to stay and hear thee. As thou hast hope in heaven tell me thy name, O save thy life. Here, here, fly hence vain breath, Thou needest not fear the curse, bloodthirsty monster. O that our better partly should thus be captived By sense and will! who Like a ship unmanned, That's born by motion of the violent waves And giddy winds, does seem to make a course Direct and punctive, till we see it dash Against some prouder Sulla, and display How much she inward wanted to her sway. We must obey necessity, since it's our fates To be surprised thus, by this monster beast. We must as did that Captain, so much famed, Li k the fierce Lyons feet, till happier times Do give us freedom in his punished crimes. This stand our comfort: we may happen be he Chorus only to their Tragedy. Nay, do not shun our sighed, hear us but now, We'll forgive all our wrongs, with patience row At the unwieldy oar: we will forget That we were sold by you, and think we set Our bodies gainst your soul, the dearest purchase Of your Redeemer, that we regained you so, Leave but this path damnation guides you to. But thou wilt find it black: no hell I see's solow Which lust and woman cannot led us to. Might be compared to his, who adjudged to death By his heads lose, should crave (stead of one stroke) To die a lingering torment on the rack. Even such would be your life, whose gilded each hour Would strike your conscious soul with terrors. Nay, do not shun our sighed, hear us but now, We'll forgive all our wrongs, with patience row At the unwieldy oar: we will forget That we were sold by you, and think we set Our bodies gainst your soul, the dearest purchase Of your Redeemer, that we regained you so, Leave but this path damnation guides you to. But thou wilt find it black: no hell I see's solow Which lust and woman cannot led us to.