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BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
WIT AT SEVERAL WEAPONS
THE FAIR MAID OF THE INN
THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN
THE TEXT EDITED BY
A. R. WALLER, M.A.
at the University Press
CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS
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|The Fair Maid of the Inn||143|
|The Two Noble Kinsmen||290|
The Persons represented in the Play.
- Albert, a French Pirat, in love with Aminta.
- Tibalt du Pont, a merry Gentleman, friend to Albert.
- Master of the Ship, an honest merry man.
- Lamure, an usuring Merchant.
- Franville, a vain-glorious gallant.
- Morillat, a shallow-brain’d Gentleman.
- Bo[a]tswain, an honest man.
- Sebastian, a noble Gentleman of Portugal, Husband to Rosellia.
- Nicusa, Nephew to Sebastian, both cast upon a desart Island.
- Raimond, brother to Aminta.
- Aminta, Mistriss to Albert, a noble French Virgin.
- Rosellia, Governess of the Amazonian Portugals.
- Clarinda, Daughter to Rosellia, in love with Albert.
- Hippolita, } three Ladies, Members
- Crocale, } of the Female
- Juletta. } Common-wealth.
The Scene, First at Sea, then in the desart Islands.
The Principal Actors were
- Joseph Taylor,
- William Eglestone,
- Nich. Toolie,
- Joh Lowin,
- John Underwood.
Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.
A Tempest, Thunder and Lightning.
Enter Master and two Sailors.
Lay her aloof, the Sea grows dangerous,
How it spits against the clouds, how it capers,
And how the fiery Element frights it back
There be Devils dancing in the air I think
I saw a Dolphin hang i’th horns o’th’ moon
Shot from a wave, hey day, hey day,
How she kicks and yerks!
Down with the Main Mast, lay her at hull,
Farle up all her Linnens, and let her ride it out.
She’s so deep laden that she’ll bulge.
Can she not buffet with a storm a little?
How it tosses her, she reels like a Drunkard.
Pray let’s make in, she’s so drunk else,
She may chance to cast up all her Lading.
See, what a clap of Thunder there is,
What a face of heaven, how dreadfully it looks!
I see’t in thy face, thou hast been mumbling,
When we are split you slave; is this a time,
To discourage our friends with your cold orizons?
Call up the Boatswain; how it storms; holla.
Cast over all her lading? she will not swim
An hour else;
Enter Albert, Franvile, Lamure, Tibalt de pont. Morillat.
I never saw, since I have known the Sea,
(which has been this twenty years) so rude a tempest:
In what State are we?
We have sprung five leaks, and no little ones;
Still rage; besides, her ribs are open;
Her rudder almost spent; prepare your selves;
And have good courages, death comes but once,
And let him come in all his frights.
To make in to th’ Land? ’tis here before us.
Yet do not cry, let’s dye like men.
And goe all at one cast? the more the merrier.
Do ye long to be i’th’ Fish-market before your time?
Hold her up there.
Nothing but horror sounding in mine ears,
No minute to promise to my frighted soul.
We ha storms enough already; no more howling.
And to your business; wink and die,
There’s an old Haddock staies for ye.
The thousand several shapes death triumphs in?
No friend to counsel me?
No gentle hand to close mine eyes?
Power still, and the same mercy.
Or by these hands I’ll give no more direction,
Let the Ship sink or swim, we ha ne’er better luck,
When we ha such stowage as these trinkets with us;
These sweet sin-breeders: how can heaven smile on us,
When such a burthen of iniquity
Lies tumbling like a potion in our ship’s belly? [Exit.
That’s fit for such an hour, let her say’t quickly,
And seriously. [Exit.
And take some comfort. I’ll stay with ye.
Am not I circled round with misery?
Confusions in their full heights dwell about me:
Oh Mounsieur Albert, How am I bound to curse ye,
If curses could redeem me! how to hate ye!
You forc’d me from my quiet, from my friends;
Even from their Arms, that were as dear to me,
As day-light is, or comfort to the wretched;
You forc’d my friends from their peaceful rest,
Some your relentless sword gave their last groans;
Would I had there been numbred;
And to fortunes never satisfied afflictions,
Ye turn’d my Brother; and those few friends I’d left,
Like desperate creatures, to their own fears
And the world’s stubborn pitties: Oh merciless!
Or wh[e]ther dead, and no kind earth to cover ’em;
Was this a Lovers part? but heaven has found ye,
And in his loudest voice, his voice of thunder,
And in the mutiny of his deep wonders,
He tells ye now, ye weep too late:
Ye know dear Lady, since ye are mine,
How truly I have lov’d ye, how sanctimoniously
Observ’d your honor; not one lascivious word,
Not one touch Lady; no, not a hope that might not render me
The unpolluted servant of your chastity;
For you I put to sea, to seek your Brother;
Your Captain, yet your slave, that his redemption,
If he be living, where the Sun has circuit,
May expiate your rigor, and my rashness.
And ask heavens mercy; my strong mind yet presages,
Through all these dangers, we shall see a day yet
Shall crown your pious hopes, and my fair wishes. [Exit.
Enter Master, Sailors, Gentlemen, and Boatswain.
Fling o’er the Lading there, and let’s lighten her;
All the meat, and the Cakes, we are all gone else;
That we may find her Leaks, and hold her up;
Yet save some little Bisket for the Lady,
Till we come to the Land.
Why honest Master? here lies all my money;
The Money I ha wrackt by usury,
To buy new Lands and Lordships in new Countreys,
‘Cause I was banish’d from mine own
I ha been this twenty years a raising it.
The devils are got together by the ears, who shall have it;
And here they quarrel in the clouds.
It was some pawn that he has got unjustly;
Down with it low enough, and let Crabs breed in’t.
That I sold, put it into cloaths and necessaries,
To goe to sea with?
Sir, you left no wood upon’t, to buoy it up;
You might ha’ sav’d it else.
And my cloaths; my sword here, and my self;
Two Crowns in my pocket; two pair of Cards;
And three false Dice: I can swim like a fish
Rascal, nothing to hinder me.
My life now for the Land,
‘Tis high, and rocky, and full of perils.
Enter Sebastian and Nicusa.
She has wrought lustily for her deliverance;
Heavens mercy, what a wretched day has here been!
It may seem wretched, but with us ’tis ordinary;
Heaven has no storm in store, nor earth no terror,
That can seem new to us.
To be wanton, and would wipe out the stories
Of mens miseries: yet we two living,
We could cross her purpose; for ’tis impossible
She should cure us, we are so excellent in our afflictions;
It would be more than glory to her blindness,
And stile her power beyond her pride, to quit us.
They leap from one calamity to another;
Had they been drown’d, they had ended all their sorrows.
What shouts of joy they make!
Of this Island, they’d turn their tunes to wailings.
That ever they set foot on such calamities;
Here’s nothing but Rocks and barrenness,
Hunger, and cold to eat; here’s no Vineyards
To cheer the heart of man, no Christal Rivers,
After his labour, to refresh his body,
If he be feeble; nothing to restore him,
But heavenly hopes, nature that made those remedies,
Dares not come here, nor look on our distresses,
For fear she turn wild, like the place, and barren.
‘Twill be a little comfort in our calamities;
When we were seated in our blessed homes,
How happy in our kindreds, in our families,
In all our fortunes!
That flung us from that happiness we found there;
Constrain’d us to Sea, to save our lives, honors, and our riches,
With all we had, our kinsmen, and our jewels,
In hope to find some place free from such robbers,
Where a mighty storm sever’d our Barks,
That, where my Wife, my Daughter
And my noble Ladies that went with her,
Virgins and loving souls, to scape those Pirats.
Never to me again; what bears their Flag-staves?
Nay, doe not start, we cannot be more miserable;
Death is a cordial, now, come when it will.
When once they find the place; what’s that which swims there?
Hanging about his neck.
May thy brave charity, what e’er thou art,
Be spoken in a place that may renown thee,
And not dye here.
So forced to their shifts; yet all are landed:
They’re Pirates on my life.
For none will take out misery for riches:
Come Cosin, let’s descend, and try their pities;
If we get off, a little hope walks with us;
If not, we shall but load this wretched Island
With the same shadows still, that must grow shorter. [Ex.
Enter Albert, Aminta, Tibalt, Morillat, Lamure, Master, Franvile, Surgeon, Sailors.