Jacin. Say this were done by him that carried Jacin. Would you in such a case respect degrees? Jacin. Say he were noble. Jul. Impossible: th' act's ignoble. The Bee can breed No poison, though it suck the juice of hemlock. Jacin. Say a king should do it; were the act less done, By the greater power? does majesty Extenuate a crime? Jul. Augment it rather. Jacin. Say then that Roderick, your king and master, To quit the honors you are bringing home, Had ravish'd your Jacinta. Jul. Who has sent A Fury in this foul-fair shape to vex me? I ha' seen that face methinks yet know it not: How darest thou speak this treason 'gainst my king? By this, he had been in hell: Roderick a Tarquin! Should be the second Lucrece. View me well: Jul. Ha! Jacin. The king my ravisher. Jul. The king thy ravisher! oh unkingly sound. He dares not sure; yet in thy sullied eyes I read a tragic story. Antonio, Alonzo, and other Officers, enter. Jul. O noble friends, Our wars are ended, are they not?, All. They are, Sir. Jul. But Spain has now begun a civil war, And to confound me only. See you my daughter? She sounds the trumpet which draws forth my sword Alon. On whom? speak loud your wrongs; Jacin. Father, dear father. Jul. Daughter, dear daughter. Jacin. Why do you kneel to me, Sir? you, Jul. To ask thee pardon that I did beget thee. I brought thee to a shame, stains all the way "Twixt earth and Acheron: not all the clouds (The skies' large canopy) could they drown the seas With a perpetual inundation, Can wash it ever out: leave me, I pray. [Falls down: Alon. His fighting passions will be o'er anon, And all will be at peace. Ant. Best in my judgment We wake him with the sight of his won honors. His prisoners to him; such a sight as that Will brook no sorrow near it. Jul. 'Twas a good doctor that prescribed that physic. I'll be your patient, Sir; shew me my soldiers, Our consanguinity. Jacin. Dear father, Recollect your noble spirits; conquer grief, The The manly way you have brave foes subdued, And for thy lust confine me from the court? There's reason in thy shame, thou shoul'dst not see me. Ha! they come, Jacinta, they come, hark, hark; ' Vanquished Moor's address to the Sun. Descend thy sphere, thou burning Deity. Make us recoil? Man's Heart. I would fain know what kind of thing a man's heart is. were you never At Barber Surgeon's Hall to see a dissection? 49 ❝ Children of the Sun." Zanga in the Revenge. The The proverb, A man may love one well, and yet tush, 'tis not The real heart; but the unseen faculties. Those I'll decipher unto you: (for surely Than himself in him; that is, the soul. Now the soul There affection springs forth: at last you distaste; A NEW A NEW WONDER: A WOMAN NEVER VEXT. A COMEDY. BY WM. ROWLEY. The Woman never Vext states her Case to a Divine. Doct. You sent for me, gentlewoman? I have some scruples in my conscience; Doct. This is my duty; pray speak your mind. I can approve it good guess at mine age. Doct. At the half way 'twixt thirty and forty. Wid. 'Twas not much amiss; yet nearest to the last. How think you then, is not this a Wonder, That a Woman lives full seven and thirty years, Now widow'd, and mine own; yet all this while, I know not yet what grief is, yet have sought That even those things that I have meant a cross, Full |