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Not to abuse mankind, employ it all
And know not where to find out charity, To cure my poor sick father.
If unawares a chance direct my weary Phys. Fear it not, sir.
And wither'd feet to some fair house of thine, [Exeunt Physician and Servant. Where plenty with full blessings crowns thy Fer. But thero is more than your thin skill table, requir'd
If my thin face betray my want of food,
Live when my brother is thus miserable.
Fer. There's something in that face looks Ser. Oh, sir, I am sent for the confessor,
comfortably. The doctor fears him much. Your brother says Conf. Your father, sir, is dead; his will to You must have patience, and not enter, sir :
make Your father is a going, good old man,
Fraucisco the sole master of his fortunes And, having made him heir, is loath your presence Is now irrevocable; a small pension Should interrupt his journey.
[Exit. He hath given you for life, which, with his Fer. Francisco may be honest, yet, methinks, blessing, It would become his love to interpose
Is all the benefit I bring. For my access at such a needful hour,
Fer. Ha! blessing! And mediate for my blessing, not assist
Speak it again, good father. Unkindly thus my banishment. I'll not
Conf. I did apply some lenitives to soften Be lost so tamely. Shall my father die And not Fernando take his leave?-I dare not. Revers'd that heavy censure of his curse,
Ilis anger, and prevail'd ; your father hath If thou dost hope I should take off this curse, And in the place bequeath'd his prayer and Do not approach until I send—'twas so,
blessing. And 'tis a law that binds above my blood.
Fer. I am new created by his charity.
Conf. Some ceremonies are behind : he did
Desire to be interi'd within our convent, Make haste, good father, and if Heaven deny
And left his sepulture to me; I am confident Him life, let not his charity die too.
Your pieties will give me leaveOne curse may sink us both: say how I kneel
Fran. His will in all things I obey, and yours, And beg he would bequeath me but his blessing; Most reverend father; order, as you please, Then, though Francisco be his heir, 1 sball
His body; we may after celebrate, Live happy, and take comfort in my tears,
With all due obsequies, his funeral. When I remember him, so kind a father.
Fer. Why you alone obey? I am your brother, Conf. It is my duty.
[Erit. My father's eldest son, though not his heir. Fer. Do your holy office.
Fran. It pleas'd my father, sir, to think me Those fond philosophers that magnify
worthy Our human nature, and did boast we had
Of such a title; you shall find me kind, Such a prerogative in our rational soul,
If you can look on matters without en vy. Convers'd but little with the world; confined
F'er. If I can look on matters without envy! To cells and unfrequented woods, they knew not
Fran. You may live here still.
Fer. I may live here, Francisco!
Enter a Gentleman with a letter, and whispers By nearer apprehension of what wounds,
FRANCISCO, To know ourselves most miserable.-My heart
I would not understand this dialect.
Fran. With me ? from Madam Estefania ? Is teeming with new fears.—Ha! is he dead? Gent. If you be Signior Francisco.
Phys. Not dead, but in a desperate condition ; Fer. Slighted!
Crowd not, you jealous thoughts,
So thick into my braiu, lest you do tempt
Fran. This is Jacinta's character. — [Reads Fer. Is he not merciful to Fernando yet? aside.]-Fail not to meet [me] timely, as you will No talk of me?
prevent the danger of my rape. My soul! Estefania Phys. I find he takes no pleasure
can instruct you all particulars. To hear you nam'd: Francisco, to us all,
My service to your lady; say, I shall obey her He did confirm his heir, with many blessings. commands.
[Exit. Gent. Fer. And not one left for me! Oh, take me in, Fer. Is that an inventory you peruse ? Thou gentle earth, and let me creep through all Fran. Fernando, you must pardon me; there's Thy dark and hollow crannies, till I find
something Another way to come into the world,
Of essence to my life exacts my care For all the air I breathe in here is poison'd. And person; I must leave you, we may seasonFran. We must have patience, brother; it ably
Confer of things at my return.---Jacinta! [Exit. Ambitious thought of mine to supplant you: Fer. 'Tis clear I am neglected; he did name lle may live yet, and you be reconciled.
Jacinta, too, in triumph, and is gone, Fer. That was some kindness yet, Francisco: Big with his glories, to divide them there, but
And laugh at what my constant love hath mado I charge thee by the nearness of our blood, When I am made this mockery, and wonder, My heart is in a storm, and day grows black;
There's not a star in heaven will lend a beam Alb. Was ever such a mad-cap!
Luys. I'll not pray for thee.
[Exit. Luys. Thy hand;
I'll drink thy health, and hang thyself.
ACT IV.-SCENE III.
A Room in Dox CARLOS' House.
Enter JACINTA and ESTEFANIA, hooded and Alb. Thou hast bless'd me.
Me wonders, madam. Don Ramyres dead,
Jac. 'Tis strange.
Francisco Thy mother will not know thee in a vizard. Jac. Hath promis'd not to fail ? Luys. You must excuse me, friend: I would Estef. He waits where he can easily observe join wi' ye
How soon the coast is clear, to visit you. I'the surprise, but that
Jac. So, so: thus hooded, Alb. What, I pr’ythee?
The day cannot distinguish our two faces, Luys. I have extraordinary business, that And, for your voice, you know how to disguise it, concerns me
By imitation of my cold and hoarseness; As near as life.
And when you come to churchAlb. May not I know't? Thou art going Estef. Let me alone; there I'll produce the To the widow, now, thy mistress.
contract, Luys. 'Tis a business of more consequence. Which will surprise Don Pedro and your father Dost think I would leave thee an there were not To see me challenge him. I have prepard the such a necessity ?
priest, too, Alb. For what?
Whose holy eloquence may assist; however, Luys. An there were no more sisters in the This will give you opportunity to perfect world,
Your wishes with your servant; put the rest You must excuse me.
To fate, Jacinta. Alb. Nay, nay; we must not part, unless I Jac. I hear some approach; know
Retire into my closet. [Erit ESTEFANIA This mystery; some reason why you leave me. Luys. If you will needs know, there's a wench Enter DON CARLOS and DON PEDRO. stays for me,
Car. Jacinta! The toy I told thee of. Farewell, Alberto.
Jac. Sir. Alb. But will you leave such business and a
Car. Not thy voice recover'd ? friend?
Jac. A violent coldLuys. Business! art thou a gentleman, and Car. Count Pedro must salute you ere we go. wouldst have me leave a lady I have not seen
Ped. Impute it to devotion, that I make this three year
Such haste to be within thy arms;
One kiss, and I shall carry with me
Another soul, and count with joy the minutes I feel it going. I do tell thee, Don,
I am to expect this happiness. [K'isses her.
You follow with your mother in the coach.-
[Exeunt Carlos and PEDRO. And she must pick my pocket too, that is Another secret, when we meet together,
Jac. He has kiss'd, and took his leave, I hope. Dost not thou fear thy body?
I must Luy. A wench is physic
Owe all my happiness to you, sweet madam; My body has been us'a to. Leave thy prating
I had been lost without your art to help me. And let me take my course.
Estef. Love will not leave his votaries. Alb. An you be so resolute
(Coughing within. Luys. I must give you one advice before you go.
Jac. I hear my mother's cough ; I have When my sister's in thy custody, observe
finishid, The time and place, and things convenient,
And you must act your part.
[Ezit, And stand not fooling about ceremonies,
Enter ALSIMIRA. But put her to't.
Als. Come, are you ready, daughter? the 1 adamant-magnet.
Estef. I attend.
Fer. Felisarda ! Als, Don Pedro will cure your cold before the Fel. Sball I want fortitude to bid him wolmorning [Exeunt come?
[Aside. Sir, if you think there is a heart alive
That can be grateful, and with humble thought ACT IV.-SCENE IV.
And prayers reward your piety, despise not
The offer of it here; you have not cast
Your bounty on a rock: while the seeds thrive FRANCISCO and JACINTA pass hastily over the
Where you did place your charity, my joy
May seem ill-dress'd to come like sorrow thus;
My eyes meant innocence, and your hearty wel-
Fer. Who did prepare thee, Felisarda, thus
To entertain me weeping ? Sure our souls
Meet and converse, and we not know't; there is
Such beauty in that watery circle, I Theo. What duty, Felisarda, shall we pay Am fearful to come near, and breathe a kiss To Heaven for this last care of us ?
Upon thy cheek, lest I pollute that crystal ; Let not thy eyes,
And yet I must salute thee, and I dare, Although ihy grief become them, be in love With one warm sigh, meet and dry up this With tears: I prophesy a joy shall weigh
I find them proud, and all so unacquainted
With pity to such miserable things Confirm'd in all that's honourable, and cannot As poverty hath made us, that I must Forget whom his own virtue hath made choice
Conclude you sent from heaven. To shine upon.
Fer. Oh, do not flatter Fel. Unless my innocence,
Thyself, poor Felisarda; I am mortal; Apt to believe a flattering tongue, see not The life I bear about me is not mine, The serpent couch, and hide his speckled breast But borrow'd to come to thee once again, Among the flowers: but it were sin to think And, ere I go, to clear how much I love thee. He can dissemble, father; and I know not, But first, I have a story to deliver, Since I was first the object of his charity, A tale will make thee sad; but I must tell it:I find a pious gratitude disperse
There is one dead that lov'd then not. Within my soul, and every thought of him
Fel. One dead Engenders a warm sigh within me, which, That lov'd me not? This carries, sir, in nature Like curls of holy incense, overtake
No killing sound: I shall be sad to know Each other in my bosom, and enlarge
I did deserve an enemy, or he want With their embrace his sweet remembrance. A charity at death. 1 leo. Cherish
Fer. Thy cruel enemy, Those thoughts; and where such noble worth And my best friend, hath took eternal leave, Be bold to call it love.
[invites, And's gone—to heaven, I hope. Excuse my tears: Fel. It is too much
It is a tribute I must pay his memory, Ambition to hope he should be just
For I did love my father.
Fel. Ha! your father?
The morning promis'd many years; but death
And whisper'd him to marble. Deface what my affection printed there.
Fel. Now trust me, Theo. There is no fear of his revolt: lose not My heart weeps for him; but I understand His character. I must attend some business; Not how I was concern'd in his displeasure, If Don Fernando visit thee, preserve
And in such height as you profess. His fair opinion, and thou may'st live
Fer. He did Above thy uncle's pity.
Command me, on his blessing, to forsake thee. Fel. Will you leave me?
Was't not a cruel precept, to enforce Theo. My stay shall not be long. The garden will The soul, and curse his son for honest love? With smiling flowers encourage thee to walk, Fel. This is a wound indeed. And raise thy drooping eyes with hope to see Fer. But not so mortal; A spring like theirs upon thee.
[Exit. For his last breath was balsam pour'd upon it, Fel. Why should I
By which he did reverse his malediction; Give any entertainment to my fears?
And I, that groan'd beneath the weight of that Suspicions are but like the shape of clouds, Anathema, sunk almost to despair, And idle forms i' the air, we make to fright us. Where night and heavy shades hung round I will admit no jealous thought to wound Fernando's truth, but with that cheerfulness, Found myself rising like the morning star My own first clear intents to honour him
To view the world. Can arm me with, expect to meet his faith
Fel. Never, I hope, to be As noble as he promis'd.-Ha! 'tis he.
Fer. This was a welcome blessing.
Fel. Heaven had a care of both : my joys are My poor heart trembles like a timorous leaf,
mighty. Which the wind shakes upon his sickly stalk, Vouchsafe me, sir, your pardon, if I blush, And frights into a palsy.
And say I love, but rather than the peace
That should preserve your bosom suffer for In goodness, it becomes me not to bring
One that is poor in overy worth, to waste
So excellent a dower: be free, and meet And live for ever happy: thou deservedst it. Ono that hath wealth to cherish it; I shall It is Fernando doth make haste to sleep
Cndo thee quite; but pray for me, as I, In his forgotten dust.
That thou mayst change for a moro bappy brideFel. Those accents did
groom; Not sound so cheerfully.
I dare as soon be guilty of my death, Fer. Dost love me?
As make thee miserable by expecting me. Fel. Sir?
Farewell! and do not wrong my soul, to think Fer. Do not, I prythee, do not; I am lost, That any storm could separate us two, Alas! I am no more Fernando, there
But that I have no fortune now to serve thee. Is nothing but the empty name of him
Fel. This will be no exception, sir, I hope, That did betray thee; place a guard about When we are both dead, yet our bodies may Thy heart betime; I am not worth this sweetness. Be cold, and strangers in the winding-sheet,'
Fel. Did not Fernando speak all this? Alas, We shall be married when our spirits meet. He knew that I was poor before, and needed not
[Ezzant. Despise me now for that.
Fer. Desert me goodness,
ACT V.-SCENE I
An open Space before a Church.
Enter Don CARLOS and Dox PEDRO.
Ped. Your daughter does not uso me well, Dou And take my everlasting leave of thee too.
Carlos. Farewell ! this will persuade thee to consent
Car. I know not what to think, some great To my eternal absence.
misfortune Fel. I must beseech you stay a little, sir,
Must be the cause. And clear my faith. Hath your displeased father
Ped. Not yet appear? they might, Depriv'd you then of all, and made Francisco An they had crept like tortoises, arrived The lord of your inheritance, without hope
Before this time. To be repair'd in fortune?
Car. There is some strange disaster, Fer. "I'is sad truth.
Ped. The coach o'erthrown, and both their lives Fel. This is a happiness I did not look for.
endanger', Fer. A happiness!
Can but excuse them.
Enter. A LSIMRA hastily.
Als. Oh, my lord Don Carlos! Fel. Heaven avert it.
Ped. The tragic voice of womon strikes mine But 'tis not worth my grief to be assured That this will bring me nearer now to him
Car. Alsimira ! Whom I most honour of the world; and 'tis Ped. Madam.My pride, if you exceed me not in fortune,
Car. Where is our daughter? That I can boast my heart, as high and rich, Als. My fear almost distracts me; she is gone, With noble flame, and every way your equal. Stolen, ravish'd from me. And if you be as poor as I, Fernando,
Ped. Ha! I can deservo you now, and love you more
Als. An armed troop, Than when your expectation carried all
In vizards, forced her from my coach; and The pride and blossoms of the spring upon it.
Heaven knows Fer. Those shadows will not feed more than Where they have hurried the poor Jacinta.. your fancies;
Car. A troop of armed devils!
Ped. Let them be
Als. Nay, they were men and mortal surc. Fel. 'Tis ease
Ped. I will not leave oue soul amongst them And wealth first taught us art to surfeit by:
all. Nature is wise, not costly, and will spread
Car. Mine is in torment, A table for us in the wilderness;
I'the hope and height of my ambition And the kind earth keep us alive and healthful, To be thus crossed! How 'scap'd you? With what her bosom doth invite us to;
Als. Alas, I was not young enough; I offered The brooks, not there suspected, as the wine Myself to bear her company, and suster That sometime princes quaff, are all transparent, As much as she did, but one boisterous fellas, And with their pretty murmurs call to taste them. With a starch'd voice, and a worse vizari, took In every tree a chorister to sing Health to our loves; our lives shall there be free Just here above my scintica, and quoited mo As the first knowledge was from sin, and all Into the coach again upon my head Our dreams as innocent.
I had a larum in't for half an bour, Fer. Oh, Felisarda!
And so I 'scap'd with life. If thou didst own less virtue I might prove
Ped. Did they use her Unkind, and marry theo: but being so rich With any rigour?
Als. To say truth, they were
Gentle enough to her. 1'7is sad truth. Had Fernando forgotten that a pen
Ped. That mollities, and they may lire. sion was left him by his father?-See p. 541.
Car. Hell overtake thier! Let's return.
Ped. They had better ravish'd Proserpine before
ACT V.-SCENE III. Don Lucifer's own face. I am all fury.
A Room in Don Carlos' House. [Exeunt.
Enter CARLOS, ALSIMIRA, and Servant.
Car. He must
Not live in Spain, nor in the world, if my
Revenge can overtake him, that has stolen
My daughter; could you not by voice or habit Enter ALBERTO, and ESTEFANIA disguised and Guess at the ravisher? ye are traitors all. veiled as before.
Als. Now I consider better, I suspect
Alberto one of the conspiracy; Alb, Pardon, my dear Jacinta; it was love Some voice did sound like his. You know he That threw me on this act; I had no patience lov'd her. To see thee forced into a marriage
Car. Ha! Alberto ? By a covetous father, whose devotion
Als. And how he might engage some rusians Is only wealth and title. I esteem
To cross Don Pedro. No danger, if at last the fair Jacinta
Car. It was he; where's Luys? Smile and allow this duty; let not silenco I do not like his absence, they're both guilty: Deprive me longer of thy voice, whose every My own blood turn'd a rebel! Send for the Accent will please, though it pronounce my alcaides, sentence:
They shall both trot like thieves to the correThere's death in this eclipse too; sweet, dismiss gidor.-Thy ungentlo veil, and let thy eyes make bright Where is Count Pedro ? This melancholy air, that droops and dies
Als. Gone in search For want of thy restoring beams.
Of his lost mistress. Estef. Now, sir,
[Takes off her reil. Car. When all things were ripe, What think you of your mistress?
The very priest prepar'd to seal our joys, Alb. You are the lady Estefania, I take it. A work my brain did labour for, and sweat Estef. Yes, you did take me from the coach, With hope to see accomplish'd, undermin'd, Alberto,
And in a minute all blown up! But by a consequence I find you thought
Als. Have patience, Jacinta in your power; I could have told you, She may be found again. Had you discover'd sooner what you were,
Car. But how my lord Where to have found your mistress, but she's May be inclin'd to accept her, foil'd, or wounded Above your hope, and by the priest, ere this,
Enter LUYS drunk. Made wife to Don Francisco.
In fame. Alb. To Don Pedro.
Als. Luys is here. Estef. It was not, sir, impossible that I,
Car. Borachio! here's a spectacle ! more allicHad not your violence prevented me
tion! (By a plot between Jacinta and myself,
Where is your sister? what's become of Jacinta? To take her place and person in the coach), Luys. My sister and Jacinta are gone together; Had by this iime been married to Count Pedro, I know all the business. Whom I have power and justice, sir, to challenge, Als. Where is she? If contracts carry weight.
Luys. She is very well; I kuow not where Alb. Have I so long
she is. Lain beating at the bush, and is the bird
Dut Don Alberto is an honest gentleman, Fled to Francisco?
And has by this time done the feat. Estef. I should show I had
Car. Confusion ! A passion, sir, and sense of this captivity,
Luys. You think you had all the wit, it was But that I find 'twas error, and not will, Led you to this; and your own loss, now made You may thank Heaven that you are old and Irreparable, helps to tie up my anger,
[to ALSIMURA. Alb. Madam, i must confess a wrong, and dare You had been no mother of this world.-But, sir, Submit to let your anger punish me,
I have some news would be deliver'd privately.For I despise myself, now I have lost
Mother of mine, avaunt! My expectation; and if you please
Car. Thou'rt not my son. To think I had no malice in this act
Was ever man so miserable ?-Away To you, you can propose no satisfaction
Thou sponge!--Get him to sleep. I shall esteem a penance to repair you,
Als. I dare not meddle with him. [Exit. As far as my poor life, if you'll direct it.
Luys. In sobriety Estef. 'Tis nobly promis'd, sir. You shall re
A word. deem
Car. Where is Alberto ? In my thoughts what is past, if you be pleas'd Lys. Where every honest man should be. To make my stay no longer here; I have
Old man, I have consider'd o' the former matter No desperate aim to make Don Pedro yet we talked on, and would do things like a dutiful Know how to right (me), or make public what son, but I find that a wife is not altogether so Should bind his honour to perform.
convenient for me as aAlb. Was not Luys, madam, entertain'd your Car. Will none deliver me? servant?
Luys. They are somewhat slug. _Now I have Estef. I shall make known the story, if you found out an excellent tumbler, that can do the
walk But to Don Carlos' house, Alb. You shall command me. [Exeunt.
1 slug_sluggish, slow.