I bave considered you from head to foot,
And can find nothing in that wainscot face,
That can teach me to dote; nor am I taken
We your grim aspéct, or tadpole-like com-
plexion.

Those scars you glory in, I fear to look on;
Asi had much rather hear a merry tale,
Than all your battles won with blood and sweat,
Taragh you belch forth the stink too in the service,
And swear by your mustachios all is true.
You are yet too rough for me: purge and take
physic,

Perchase perfumers, get me some French tailor
To Lew-create you; the first shape you were
made with

Is quite worn out; let your barber wash your face

too,

To bar thy speech for ever. So! be safe now;
And but resolve me, not of what I doubt,
But bring assurance to a thing believed,
Thou makest thyself a fortune; not depending
On the uncertain favours of a mistress,
But art thyself one. I'll not so far question
My judgment and observance, as to ask
Why I am slighted and contemn'd; but in
Whose favour it is done? I that have read
The copious volumes of all women's falsehood,
Commented on by the heart-breaking groans
Of abused lovers; all the doubts wash'd off
With fruitless tears, the spider's cobweb veil
Of arguments alleged in their defence.
Blown off with sighs of desperate men, and they
Appearing in their full deformity ;

Know that some other hath displanted me,
With her dishonour. Has she given it up?
Confirm it in two syllables.

[Exeunt.

Appear an hypocrite. But, when you impose
A penance on me beyond flesh and blood
To undergo, you must instruct me how
To put off the condition of a man:
Or, if not pardon, at the least, excuse
My disobedience. Yet, despair not, sir;
For, though I take mine own way, I shall do
Something that may hereafter, to my glory,
Speak me your scholar.

Fran. I enjoin you not
To go, but send.

Vitel. That were a petty trial;

Not worth one, so long taught, and exercised,
Under so grave a master. Reverend Francisco,
My friend, my father, in that word, my all!
Rest confident you shall hear something of me,
That will redeem me in your good opinion;
Or judge me lost for ever. Send Gazet
(She shall give order that he may have entrance)
To acquaint you with my fortunes.
Fran. Go, and prosper.

[Exit.

Holy saints guide and strengthen thee! however, As thy endeavours are, so may they find Gracious acceptance.

Snatch me into the air, and I hang there,
Perpetual plagues would dwell upon the earth;
And those superior bodies, that pour down
Their cheerful influence, deny to pass it,
Through those vast regions I have infected..
The sea? ay, that is justice: there I plough'd up
Mischief as deep as hell: there, there, I'll hide
This cursed lump of clay. May it turn rocks,
Where plummet's weight could never reach the
sands,

And grind the ribs of all such barks as press
The ocean's breast in my unlawful course!
I haste then to thee; let thy ravenous womb,
Whom all things else deny, be now my tomb!

[Exit.

Could borrow all the glorious wings of grace,
My mountainous weight of sins would crack their

pinions

And sink them to hell with me.

Fran. Dreadful! Hear me,

Thou miserable man.

Grim. Good sir, deny not

Asam. Your pleasure?

Musta. "Twill exact your private ear; And, when you have received it, you will think Too many know it.

Asam. Leave the room; but be

Within our call.

[Exeunt Aga and Capiaga. Now, sir, what burning secret

(With which, it seems, you are turn'd cinders) bring you,

To quench in my advice or power?

Musta. The fire

Will rather reach you.

Asam. Me!

Musta. And consume both;

For 'tis impossible to be put out,

But with the blood of those that kindle it:
And yet one vial of it is so precious,

In being borrow'd from the Othoman spring,
That better 'tis, I think, both we should perish,
Than prove the desperate means that must re-
From spreading further.
[strain it

Asam. To the point, and quickly : These winding circumstances in relations, Seldom environ truth.

Musta. Truth, Asambeg!

Asama. Truth, Mustapha. Isaid it, and add more,

You touch upon a string that, to my ear,
Does sound Donusa.

Musta. You then understand

Who 'tis I aim at.

Asam. Take heed, Mustapha ;

Remember what she is, and whose we are:

Tis her neglect, perhaps, that you complain of;
And, should you practice to revenge her scorn,
With any plot to taint her in her honour,-
Mat. Hear me.

Asm. I will be heard first,-there's no tongue
A subject owes, that shall out-thunder mine.
Musta. Well, take your way.
Aram. I then again repeat it;

If Mustapha dares with malicious breath,
On jealous suppositions, presume

To blast the blossom of Donusa's fame,
Because he is denied a happiness

Which men of equal, nay, of more desert,
Have sued in vain for-

Musta. More !

Asam. More. 'Twas I spake it.

The basha of Natolia and myself

Were rivals for her; either of us brought

More victories, more trophies, to plead for us

To our great master, than you dare lay claim to ;
Yet still, by his allowance, she was left

To her election, each of us owed nature
As much for outward form and inward worth,

To make way for us to her grace and favour,

As you brought with you. We were heard, repulsed;

Yet thought it no dishonour to sit down
With the disgrace, if not to force affection

May merit such a name.

Musta. Have you done yet?

Asan. Be, therefore, more than sure the ground You raise your accusation, may admit

No undermining of defence in her :

[on which

For if, with pregnant and apparent proofs,
Sach as may force a judge, more than inclined,
! Or partial in her cause, to swear her guilty,
Yawin not me to set off your belief;
Neither our ancient friendship, nor the rites
Of sacred hospitality, to which

I would not offer violence, shall protect you:
-Now, when you please.

Muta. I will not dwell upon

Mert circumstance; yet cannot but profess,
W the assurance of a loyalty

Equal to yours, the reverence I owe

The sultan, and all such his blood makes sacred;
That there is not a vein of mine, which yet is
Unemptied in his service, but this moment
Should freely open, so it might wash off

The stains of her dishonour. Could you think,
Or, though you saw it, credit your own eyes,
That she. the wonder and amazement of
Her sex, the pride and glory of the empire,
That bath disdain'd you, slighted me, and boasted
A frozen coldness, which no appetite

Or beight of blood could thaw; should now so far
Be hurred with the violence of her lust,
As, in it burying her high birth, and fame,
Basely descend to fill a Christian's arms;

Whom do you think she made her scout, nay bawd, To find him out, but me? What place make choice of

To wallow in her foul and loathsome pleasures,
But in the palace? Who the instruments
Of close conveyance, but the captain of
Your guard, the aga, and that man of trust,
The warden of the inmost port?-I'll prove this;
And, though I fail to shew her in the act,
Glued like a neighing gennet to her stallion,
Your incredulity shall be convinced
With proofs I blush to think on.

Though you deny to hear me, yet vouchsafe
To look upon me: though I use no language,
The grief for this unkind repulse will print
Such a dumb eloquence upon my face,
As will not only plead but prevail for me.

Vitel. I am a coward. I will see and hear you,
The trial, else, is nothing; nor the conquest,
My temperance shall crown me with hereafter,
Worthy to be remember d. Up, my virtue!
And holy thoughts and resolutions arm me
Against this fierce temptation! give me voice
Tuned to a zealous anger, to express
At what an over-value I have purchased
The wanton treasure of your virgin bounties;
That, in their false fruition, heap upon me
Despair and horror.-That I could with that ease
Redeem my forfeit innocence, or cast up
The poison I received into my entrails,
From the alluring cup of your enticements,
As now I do deliver back the price

[Returns the jewels. And salary of your lust! or thus unclothe me Of sin's gay trappings, the proud livery

[Throws off his cloak and doublet. Of wicked pleasure, which but worn and heated With the fire of entertainment and consent, Like to Alcides' fatal shirt, tears off Our flesh and reputation both together, Leaving our ulcerous follies bare and open To all malicious censure!

Enter Master and Boatswain.

Mast. He does begin to eat?

Booty. A little, master;

But our best hope for his recovery is, that
His raving leaves him; and those dreadful words,
Damnation and despair, with which he ever
Ended all his discourses, are forgotten.

Mart. This stranger is a most religious man sure;
And I am doubtful, whether his charity
In the reheving of our wants, or care

To cure the wounded conscience of Grimaldi,
Deserves more admiration.

Boatsw. Can you guess

What the reason should be, that we never mention The church, or the high altar, but his melancholy Grows and increases on him?

Mast. I have heard him,

When he gloried to profess himself an atheist,
Talk often, and with much delight and boasting,
Of a rude prank he did ere he turn'd pirate ;
The memory of which, as it appears,
Lies heavy on him.

Boatsw. Pray you, let me understand it. Mast. Upon a solemn day, when the whole city Join'd in devotion and with barefoot steps Pass'd to St. Mark's, the duke, and the whole

signiory,

Helping to perfect the religious pomp
With which they were received; when all men else
Were full of tears, and groan'd beneath the weight
Of past offences, of whose heavy burthen
They came to be absolved and freed; our captain,
Whether in scorn of those so pious rites
He had no feeling of, or else drawn to it
Out of a wanton, irreligious madness,
(I know not which,) ran to the holy man,
As he was doing of the work of grace,
And snatching from his hands the sanctified means,
Dash'd it upon the pavement.

Boatsw. How escaped he,

It being a deed deserving death with torture? Mast. The general amazement of the people Gave him leave to quit the temple, and a gondola, Prepared, it seems, before, brought him aboard; Since which he ne'er saw Venice. The remembrance