WARD

I L'e play no more. We shall have time enough hereafter, You are too violent. Why stand you so amazed? conceive you not the lan guage of the Sea? Know we have other use for you, Have not enticed you hither for your gold, It is the man we want. Is't not a shame, Men of your qualities and personage, Should live as cankers, eating up the soil That gave you being, Like beasts that never look further Then where they first took food, that men call home, Which gives them means equal unto their minds, Puts them in Actium. Hold, or by all my Hope's, who makes next proffer Falls on my sword. If you will try your valours The enemy is at hand. As for your virtuous lectures, We are Mariners, and Soldiers, not tattered yet Enough to hear them, though in time we might Be apt for such tongue-comfort, being swayed By your directions. How? more sails yet? Away, make ready for the fight. Recall thy spirit brave friend, a while, yet stay, At least bear thy revenge hence with thee. Injurious heaven that with so excellent matter As is our soul, didst mingle this base mould, So frail a substance earth, as if thou hadst framed man The subject of thy laughter, gavest him a spirit Free, unbounded, whose firy temper breaks Through all the clouds of danger, dares even heaven, Swells and bears high, when with one little prick This bubble breaks, displays a vanity, Ridiculous vanity, this building That hath be twenty and odd years a rearing, One blast thus lays it flat, I could en'e tremble, To think that such a coward I bear about me, As is this flesh, that for so small a wound Betrays our life. See where he lies. Fortune true, the fate of man is fixed, Unmoveable as the pole: how idle then were he Should strive to cross unvoided destiny? And think to stay his course, seeing we are swayed As are the motionary engines of a clock, By the dull weight that still does downward tend, Till it strike earth, and so there motion end. Persuade no more, we have no will to act, Or not to act more, then those orbs we see, And planetary bodies, which in their offices Observe the will of fate: the difference is, They are confined, we are not they are stars fixed, We wandering Run on thou purple line That drawest my lives fate out, thou that dost frown Upon the births of men, now Sa urn smile. Those under milder Planets born live, servile: good; Mars called our Birth, my raze shall be through blood A Ward, A Ward, A Ward, Down with them, down with them, away let him go over board, where he a second Alexand'r, ther's not a man of them lives, but shall go overboard, we'll offer them to our de ceased Friends in sacrifice. Now they shall overboard. How many French are left? How? dare you sir give us directions? Take that now, I am before you, Know, that our word shall be a law, Hoist me a vessel up of Maligo, We'll drink a health unto the wandering ghosts Of our slain followers, and every draught The Cannon makes report off, a Frenchman Shall overboard, who to our friends may tell, We drank a rouse to them, Accept it? he could not name that honour We covet more, reward the messenger, They two shall be the hostages For the equal trial, what's his weapon? Where the place of fight? Agreed we seal to his condition, Francisco call you him? I emulate His daring spirit. I prithee do not move my patience, I scorn to take From others to my rising, he's only worthy state From Fortune's wheel pluck's boldly his own fate, And here's and arm shall do't. My merit: shall I thrall them? the sway of things, Belongs to him dares most, such should be Kings, And such am I, what nature in my birth Denied me, fortune supplies: this maxim I hold, He lives a slave, that lives to be controlled, But see the man whose ruin crowns me. This makes you answer, what do you see in me, Does promise I should be the sutler sir, Fetched h you provision in. Damnation! By all my Hope's thou hadst be better dug Thy grandsires Urn up and have swallowed it. Clear the deck there, each man bestow himself Leave me, I say True it sinks thee to hell, while thus it bears me high. Standest thou so long, thou hast some enchantment sure, Or have I lost my wonted vigor? Yes, thus thou sharest it: Damnation! his sword falls. O that my gall could spout out through mine eyes A poisonous vapour to put out your lights, And in a vale of darkness leave the world. Know Francisco, Wertenberg thou and army that imcompast me, I would breath defiance to thee, and with this arm, As shot from out a cannons mouth, thus would I make A way through death and danger. Why, now I envy thee, thy life is mine, Not for the world, thus I return thy debt: Not only in the prize but in my self Thou hast and equal share, henceforth I vow the brotherhood. Whither makes the slaves, where's Gallop? Incarnate Devil forthwith give them chase, Why movest not? The death of slaves pursue him. To be baffled by a Cur, a foisting hound My Zani: A creature without a soul Made to mock man with. Might I but live to see the dogfish once again. For this alone I vow, whom next I meet Shall feel my fury, nation nor quality Shall be their privilege, my sword now vengeance craves, And who escape this do worse, I'll fell for slaves. Gall p. Yes, as the Jew, art not thou moved Benwash? Would, would, would. My money for they Jew, so, away with they. You redeem them? your means? Such another syllable, I'll make a sale of you to. I'll try that, give me 400 crowns. They are yours, I 'le justify the sale, Forbear, because you're men of Actium I'll descend To give you notice they are my lawful prize, Such as denied my party, would willingly Betray me, yea all of us into the hands Of our vowed enemies. Away with they. Zounds I'll set them free else. All curses under heaven go with you. How is't my noble spirits dulled with one Tragedy, Let us digest it with a gig, a catch. Some wine there, shall we to hazard? How should we be furnished? What is she? First sighed of her yields thee a 100 Ducats. She equals thy commends indeed, so true a fair I never beheld till now. With me, I tell thee Dansiker Thou dost not merit with thy lips to touch So choice a rarity, what darest thou for her? I'll put that to the trial, You shall oversway me Lady, we shall meet again sir. I am overcharged sir with so high a auor As your descending thus to visit me. I know no country I can call home What by your courtesy I might, my desert stands Not to make promise of. I dare not look so high, yet were I employed, What a poor Christian could, I durst make promise of. Is this the ooke your golden bait does cover? As how? That were the way to more uncertainty, Men sooner open foes then feigned friends try And where men's acts from their own ends proceed, More look unto those ends then Like the deed, Here comes and argume ̄ to that would persuade A God turn mortal, until I saw her face, I never knew what men term beauty was: Beside whose fair, she hath a mind so chaste A man may sooner melt the Alps then her. My truest services: nay Lady stay Though hitherto I have been a hapless Orator, Your milder measure, or my love-taught tongue, May find more fortunate hours: for by that guide, Which rules and knows our thoughts— Turn Turk? With patience hear me Lady. I am no more mine own, rather then lose So true a happiness, as thy constant love, There is no way so black I would not prove, That lies from heaven to hell. Crosman in vain Thy arguments were spent wouldst thou prevail? Here is and Orator can turn me easily, Where beauty pleads, there needs no sophistry. Thou hast overcome me Voada. Call in thy friends, make preparation, Il'e take the order instantly, My speed shall give prevention to the prate Of Idle multitude: away, the flame does burn Which sets the world on fire, and makes me turn. So, the day leaves the world, chaste Voada Nothing can make him miserable enjoys thee: What is it I lose by this my change? my Country, Already it's to me impossible, My name is scandal'd? what is one Island Compared to the Eastern Monarchy? this large Unbounded station shall speak my future fame; Beside, they are slaves stand subject unto shame. One good I enjoy, outweighs all ils what ever Can be objected; to sum my happiness: That God on earth, to whom all men stand bore, (Gold) that does usher greatness, lackeys me, I have more then I can spend, what wants Is in command, and that my valour makes Endue purchase of, Il'e rather led on laues Then be commanded by the power of Kings. Beauty, Command, and Riches, they are these three The world pursues, and these do follow me. Speak, what news Francisco? The slavery of man, how this religion rides us! Deprives us of our freedom from our Cradles, Ties us in superstitious bondage. No more, this boys words trouble me. I am not well. What mean these slaves, their sights Like Basilisks Foretells my ruin: 'sh eart make this way. The words do rip my heart up: would? I am not well. What mean these slaves, their sights Like Basilisks Foretells my ruin: 'sh eart make this way. The words do rip my heart up: would? And hell damnation: on, zounds on I say, The way that leads to love is no black way. As you are men on this side help to save our goods. He is distracted, help as you are men. The Jew is mad indeed, his lose distracts him, speak gentle friend, does the fire slack. The ships in the harbour. False woman, thou shalt not shake me off thus Were all the impudence of thy whole sex, All there blushless impieties confined in thee I'll move thy flinty heart to sense and shame, I will thou sorceress: now I do see to late There is a hand overrules our will and fate. Francisco, what news man? They are untouched, of all they are only safe. Whirlwinds pursue him, heaven, seas, earth, all at once Join to his confusion, now I do see too late There is a hand overrules our will and fate. Speak, who are her uters? What other suitor, slave? My slave, the French Shipboy? The horned Devil follow him. A Skippers boy? The shame of woman? rather then be baffeld thus I will betray this town, blow up the Castle: Francisco, do but second me. No less then truth, I have been too low indeed Each one the yielding grass does dare to tread That flies resisting thorns, false Voada, Thy Lamb is turned a Lion, I feel revenge Give a new life to me, I'll only stay Till I have spoke thy brother, I think he'll blush To hear thy shame, tell thee thou hast not played A woman's partly with me, suppose the worse That he turn villain to, he had better curse His grand sirs ashes, if once more I fallen in I'll be vnparaleld at least for sin. Concerning Voada, is't not? Repeat that happy word again, I am wholly thine. What's this to my revenge? Thou art for ever free, the hour name, Avoid suspicion and till then be gone. To heaven I once more must exact Thy trust and diligence. I, and run made for't, mean while I'll walk the streets I shall meet some will know me to whom I will re late my wrongs, wilt do't Francisco? Would, would, would. T'is not the boy sure, his voice, his passion Speaks him another, more projects yet, I hear some foot stir. You wrong me to suppose I should be guilty Of such and impious deed. What mean you wife? I am betrayed, outgone by a she devil. S'hart Gentlemen, you know Francisco killed him, I'll make it good. Honest friends, Turks, and Officers, if ever I laid hands on her, may I never see light more. S'hart carry me to the Governor that I may have justice first. Nay, then I see my end draws, I shall rave, Run mad: have you er'a Bedlam, that I may not famish But show tricks to get meat with, or rail against the State: And when I have eased my gall a month or two Come out again. Zounds let me Beatrice hemp, Do any thing rather then famish: That death She hath vowed me, and Il'e prevent it: allow me But every week a Christian, I am content To feed upon raw flesh, if't be but once a month A Britain, Il'e be content with him. As you are true Turks, I will put you in sureties, I know the Devil will provide me bale, Rather then lose my employment: as you are pitiful Turks. Give her no ear, she is all woman dissimulation. I am a Turk, and I do crave the law. Pay a fine, what fine, from one that's famished, For want of a poor asper, set me to sea again, The tenth of what I'll bring you in, shall connteruaile The revenue of the Indies. You do me wrong, let me in private speak to her Ere she betray my life, it is no less Then your own law affords me. Had she a heart of brass In de pierce it, leave us all. Wherein hath my desert stro'd so much ill To strain thy hate, to this a high beyond, What we seem malice, I loved that face so well To purchase it I exchanged my heaven with hell. And to be bared what I so dearly paid for, I'st not a plague sufficient? but thy faith Must now be sold, to be a vengeance greater, To pay me ungrateful hire, canst thou behold These eyes stroke inward, as ashamed to view The fires which first betrayed them, this mind, body, That does contain a soul more black and dismal Then is the raven night, these arms, that have so oft Made to thee rules of love, now famished For want of what thou surfeits on, canst without tears Behold my Misery's? Prodigy of woman, dost laugh? Why then thy wound is not dangerous? I will discover thy hypocrisy. As low as hell there keep thy festival. Would, would, would, I laugh at you. Here's a preservative, against all your poisons True Balsamum for villainy,, who will soar high First lesson that he learn's, must be to die. Heres precedent for him, you're slaus of Mahomet Ungrateful curs, that have repaid me thus For all the service that I have done for you, He that hath brought more treasure to yuor shore Then all Arabia yields, he that hath shown you The way to conquer Europe, did first impart, What your forefathers knew not, the seamans art; Which had they attained, this vuiuerse had be One Monarchy: may all your seed be damned The name of Ottaman be the only scorn And byeword to all Nations; may his own slaves Tear out the bowels of the last remains Unto his blood-propped throne, may you cut each others throat Or may, o may the force of Christendom Be reunited, and all at once require The lives of all that you have murdered, Beating a path out to Jerusalem, Over the bleeding breasts of you and yours. Lastly, o may I be the last of all my country That trust unto your tret cherries, seducing tretch rises All you that live by theft and Piracies, That fell your lives and oules to purchase graves, That die to hell, and live far worse then slaves, Let dying Ward tell you that heaven is joust, And that despair attends on blood and lust: True, there was some other end in our creation Then to be that which men term valiant. They shall go overboard: suppose I speak the con trary. That's easily answered, heaven is merciful, By their destruction it should take all means From giving possibility to their change, And so unjustly damn they but for my partly, It is not Divinity but nature moves me, Which does in beasts force them to keep their kind. How should I give you that? Gou. As we did; turn Turk. Do not delay them then. Thou tellest me true: with what brain can I think Heaven would be glad of such a friend as I am. A Pirate, murderer? let those can hope a pardon care To atone with heaven, I cannot, I despair. Do not delay them then. Thou tellest me true: with what brain can I think Heaven would be glad of such a friend as I am. A Pirate, murderer? let those can hope a pardon care To atone with heaven, I cannot, I despair. Blast them you powers first. The Governor Make towards the Castle? I am betrayed, away, I see that heaven forgets not though I delay. Thrust out by Janissaires? Disgracious vassals, what mountain covers me? Wink, wink, thou Daystar, hide my guilty shame, Make me as if I never had been, whose name Succeeding times will curse: should I confess my sin, Ther's not and ear that can with pity hear A man so wicked miserable: should I bear up, Outlook my crimes, I want means to support me. To die I dare not, the jaws of hell do yawn To swallow me: live I cannot Famine threats, And that the worst of poverty, contempt and scorn. Never on man Fate cast so black a frown, Up I am denied to fly, unpitied down. Rest restless soul on this accursed soil, And teach the world into how sad a toil Ambition and swift riot run, when mean content Sits low, yet happy: and when their day is spent All that they get is labour and unrest, A hateful graven, and worst, a troubled breast. Can there remain a soul that will vouchsafe Compassion on me? thou dost but flatter, Or hast forgotten, I have lost all, and poverty When no ill else will doo't, makes all friends fly. True, true, Francisco, could I redeem the time, The world should speak my penitence. Could I call back but one seven years, Though all my life were servile after, Were my soul but free From innocent blood, and fearful blasphemy, On the condition I might live and age Tortured upon a wheel. I tell thee friend, Were I this Cities Viceroy, I would give My crown, despoil my self of all, only to live One month with that content this soul did know When a poor Fisherman possessed it. The same sir. Then you think this gold shall purchase your pardon. went not vnreuendg'd unto his graven. Your loves, gentlemen. I will be guled for once thus, I will, these ducats shall stop my mouth. See he is come. You'll give my price sir. You engage me to you sir. Ungentle maid to triumph in my torment, If ever breast did feel the power of love, Or beauty made a conquest of poor man I am thy captive, by heaven, by my religion. What shall I swear by? propose and oath to me The breach whereof would at once sink me lower Then hell knows being, Il'e take it willingly. God's-heart I am of none, only to feed discourse, And fill up argument. Should I for ever fell my liberty? Stay, I will enforce thee else. She is all amorous, all fair, that she does love, Behold those tears whose drops would pierce the hearts Of Tigers, make them pitiful, They are witnesses she feigns not: leave, leave to weep, Least putting out those lights the world should mourn. Put on a veil of black, I am thine own. If there be any Divinity, it hath His seat in beauty: th'art a God to me My Country, friends, nay being, what wouldst thou have. What ere, I do recant it, I am now My self, her looks enchanted me. Forgiveness Voada: turn back thy comet-eyes, Plagues, Devils, poverty, may all ils fallen Man ea'r was subject to, I will enjoy thee. Force hence, I say, this boy. What ere, I do recant it, I am now My self, her looks in chanted me. Forgiveness Voada: turn back thy comet-eyes, Plagues, Devils, poverty, may all ils fallen Man ea'r was subject to, I will enjoy thee. Force hence, I say, this boy. Yet see, amid all my Misery's I have a friend, My constant loyal Voada, could what we enjoy Make a man happy, I am not miserable. Thou comest to Comfort me, I know thou dost. Put not a further trial on me, thou best of women: Know if this arm were bared all other means From hearts of Christians, it should dig thee food. How couldst thou malice man so much, heaven, As to create a woman? Thou hast forgotten me sure: o look on him That hath denied his faith, sold all his Hope's To purchase thee his bride. Thou liest: this arm shall make it good, My soul for her I lost, and now my blood. Il'e put you to the Test. You Jew, a word with you? Zounds, leave your circumlocutions, Il'e send your head to your heals else. Insatiate monster, could her swollen blood Reach such a height none but my Page must suit her. Make instantly to Voada, tell her This night a skipper does attend to steal aboard Her love Fidelio, give her the hour and place Wish her to Pistol him. This comfort then in spite of hell I'll have, Franci continued thou'rt a villain, forgiveness Voada, The words of these two innocents with purple eyes Dart terror through me, Fidelio turned a woman. Within Follow, follow, follow. Plagues, pestilences, all fallen upon my head Rather then by a whore be famished. I do conjure you. Best thanks sir, your welcomes prodigal, I am already feasted in this bounteous dish sir. The cunning fouler to beguile the birds Brings up some tame, and lets them fly abroad To draw in others, that their liberty May be the bait to others misery. Such is state-policies, somtimea to advance and ill, When others for less crimes it oft does kill. But to cut off your further argument What's mine of prowess, or art, shall rest by you To be disposed of: but to abjure My name, and the beliese my ancestors Left to my being. I do not love so well The earth that boar me, to lessen my contempt And hatred to her, by so much advantage, So oblique act as this should give to her. Then by thy God, by the great Mahomet. And hell damnation: on, zounds on I say, The way that leads to love is no black way. No more, this boys words trouble me. Thy self be witness.