Piero. Put me on the rack,

The wheel, or the gallies, if—
Aurel. Peace, factors

In merchandize of scorn! your sounds are deadly.
Castanna, I could pity your consent

To such ignoble practice; but I find

Coarse fortunes easily seduced, and herein
All claim to goodness ceases.

Cast. Use your tyranny.

Spin. What rests behind for me? out with it! Aurel. Horror,

Becoming such a forfeit of obedience;

Hope not that any falsity in friendship
Can palliate a broken faith, it dares not.

Leave, in thy prayers, fair, vow-breaking wanton,
To dress thy soul anew, whose purer whiteness
Is sullied by thy change from truth to folly.

A fearful storm is hovering, it will fall;

No shelter can avoid it: let the guilty
Sink under their own ruin.

Spin. How unmanly!

His anger threatens mischief!
Amor. Whom, I prethee,
Doth the man speak to?

Adur. Lady, be not mov'd;

[Exit.

I will stand champion for your honour, hazard
All what is dearest to me.

Spin. Mercy, heaven!

Champion for me, and Auria living! Auria!
He lives; and, for my guard, my innocence,
As free as are my husband's clearest thoughts,
Shall keep off vain constructions. I must beg
Your charities; sweet sister, your's, to leave me ;

I need no followers now: let me appear,
Or mine own lawyer, or, in open court,
(Like some forsaken client,) in my suit
Be cast for want of honest plea-oh, misery!

[Exit.

Adur. Her resolution's violent ;-quickly fol

low.

Cast. By no means, sir: you've followed her already,

I fear, with too much ill success, in trial

Of unbecoming courtesies, your welcome
Ends in so sad a farewell.

Adur. I will stand

The roughness of the encounter, like a gentleman, And wait ye to your homes, whate'er befal me.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.-The Street before MARTINO'S House.

Enter FULGOso and GUZMAN.

Ful. I say, Don, brother mine, win her and wear her.

And so will I; if't be my luck to lose her,
I lose a pretty wench, and there's the worst on't.
Guz. Wench, said ye? most mechanically, faugh!
Sir brother, he who names my queen of love
Without his bonnet vail'd, or saying grace,
As at some paranymphal feast, is rude,
Nor vers'd in literature.

Dame Amoretta,

Lo, I am sworn thy champion!

Ful. So am I too,

Can as occasion serves, if she turns scurvy,

Unswear myself again, and ne'er change colours. Pish, man! the best, though call 'em ladies, ma

dams,

Fairs, fines, and honies, are but flesh and blood. Guz. Our choler must advance.

Ful. Dost long for a beating?

Shall's try a slash? here's that shall do't; I'll tap

[Draws. A gallon of thy brains, and fill thy hogshead With two of wine for't.

Guz. Not in friendship, brother.

Ful. Or whistle thee into an ague: hang it, Be sociable; drink till we roar and scratch;

Then drink ourselves asleep again :—the fashion! Thou dost not know the fashion.

Guz. Her fair eyes,

Like to a pair of pointed beams drawn from
The sun's most glorious orb, do dazzle sight,
Audacious to gaze there; then over those
A several bow of jet securely twines
In semicircles; under them two banks
Of roses red and white, divided by
An arch of polish'd ivory, surveying
A temple from whence oracles proceed,
More gracious than Apollo's, more desired
Than amorous songs of poets, softly tuned.

Ful. Heyday! what's he? (seeing BENATZI.)

Enter BENATZı, as an outlaw,* LEVIDOLCHE at a window above.

Ben. Death of reputation, the wheel, strappado, gallies, rack, are ridiculous fopperies; goblins to fright babies. Poor lean-soul'd rogues! they will swoon at the scar of a pin.

Ful. Bless us! a monster, patch'd of daggerbombast,

His eyes like copper-basons; he has chang'd
Hair with a shag-dog.

Guz. Let us then avoid him,

Or stand upon our guard; the foe approaches. Ben. Cut-throats by the score abroad, come home, and rot in fripperies. Honourable cuts are

*By this term nothing more seems meant than a disbanded soldier in rags, as in our author's age was too commonly the case, formidable from arms, and desperate from necessity.GIFFORD.

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but badges for a fool to vaunt; the raw-ribb'd apothecary poisons cum privilegio, and is paid. Oh, the commonwealth of beasts is most politicly ordered!

Guz. Brother, we'll keep aloof, there is no valour In tugging with a man-fiend.

Ful. I defy him.

It gabbles like I know not what;—believe it,
The fellow's a shrewd fellow at a pink.*

Ben. Look else: the lion roars, and the spaniel fawns; down,, cur; the badger bribes the unicorn, that a jury may not pass upon his pillage; here the bear fees the wolf, for he will not howl gratis ;beasts call pleading howling.-So then! there the horse complains of the ape's rank riding; the jockey makes mouths, but is fined for it; the stag is not jeer'd by the monkey for his horns; the ass by the hare for his burthen; the ox by the leopard for his yoke; nor the goat by the ram for his beard only the fox wraps himself warm in beaver, bids the cat mouse, the elephant toil, the boar gather acorns; while he grins, feeds fat, tells tales, laughs at all, and sleeps safe at the lion's feet.— Save ye, people.

Ful. Why, save thee too, if thou be'st of Heaven's making:

What art?-fear nothing, Don, we have our blades, Are metal men ourselves, try us who dare.

Guz. Our brother speaks our mind, think what you please on't.

*The fellow's a shrewd fellow at a pink.] i. e. at fighting, at a duel. He judges from the rugged appearance of Benatzi, and his fierce strutting language.--GIFFORD.