A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. II | Page 6

The first was but a Breakfast: they have shrewd stomakes. Oh for
a lusty storme to bury all Their hopes in the waves now! one good
swelling Gust Would breake their ribbs in pieces.
Jo. No witches abroad?
Buz. I see, I see, I see!
Enter Buzzano above.

All. What?
Buz. Nay, I cannot tell what yet: Something it is; I thinke it be a Towne.
Hen. Some Iland in the Sea!
Buz. It swims on the water.
Jo. 'Tis the fleete: come they this way?
Buz. Yes, th'are ships; I know 'em by their foule linen; now I see them
plainely; they come, they come, they come!
Hen. How far off?
Ten. Speake, sirra.
Buz. If you would peace I might heare what they say; the wind serves to
bring every word they speake: they make towards, yes, towards this
Citty. A great fleete! stay, stay, look to your selves, Don: they spitt fire
allready, and have hung up a thousand flaggs of defyance. They are at
the fort, the castle, at the castle: would I were pelted to death with
Oranges and Lymons.
Ten. Here comes Don Fernando. What newes?
Enter Fernando with Eleonora.
Fer. Assured danger, gentlemen, for all our men Already are in a palsye
and doe flye They know not whither. They are _English_: The Citty's
allmost desperate.
Ten. _Don John_, come with me And helpe to encourage the
remayning soldiers.
Fer. New supply shall quickly cheare you hearts.-- _Henrico_!
Hen. Sir?

Fer. In this confusion, when a thousand feares Present themselves &
danger with full face Lookes on the generall Towne, let me locke up
This Treasure in your armes; &, for you have At least an equall interest
with mee In _Eleonora_, in your fathers house She may hope more
security, being of strength; For this storme cannot last. But in your love
She hath a stronger guard.
Hen. This act of confidence Binds me for ever to _Fernando_: come,
Halfe of my soule, for we two must not bee In life devided. Though the
Citty lye At mercy of the Enemy, yet from _Don Pedro Gusman's_
house not all mankind Shall take thee from me.
Enter Buzzano and Spanyards flying.
Buz. They come, they come, they come!
Fer. Committing this my Jewell to your trust I must unto my charge:
my blessing!
Ele. Oh doe not leave me, sir; for without you What safety can I have?
you are my father: Pray, stay you with me.
Fer. Oh, my Girle, I cannot, Dare not be so unfaithfull to the trust His
maiesty put me in, though I would stay.
Ele. I feare if you goe hence all will not long be well.
Hen. Distrust you me, Eleonora?
Ele. No, indeed: You ever had with me th'opinion Of a most noble
gentleman.
Fer. What then?
Ele. I know not what besides my feare; and that Beggs I may share your
fortune, since you may not Take up such safety here as I have.
Fer. Come, You are to blame: this heaven that now lookes on us With
rugged brow may quickly smile againe And then I shall revisite my

Eleonora. So, farewell. [Exit.
Hen. Till then with greater care then were the Dragons Supposd to
watch the Golden Apples growing In the _Hesperides_, shall Henrico
wayte On his best loved. Oh, my _Eleonora_, I would to heaven there
were no war but here To shoote love darts! each smile from this fayre
Eye May take an Army prisoners: let me give My life up here unto
these lipps, and yet I shall, by the sweetnes of a kisse, take back The
same againe. Oh thou in whom alone Vertue hath perfect figure, hide
not day In such a Cloud: what feare hath enterd here? My life is twisted
in a Thread with thine; Were't not defenced, there could nothing come
To make this cheeke looke pale, which at your Eye Will not fall dead
before you.--
Enter Buzzano.
Sirra, let all your care and duty bee Employed to cheere this Lady: pray,
be merry.
Buz. Oh, sir, yonders such doings.
Hen. Hell on your bawling! not a sillable to affright her, or I shall tune
your instrument there.
Buz. Hele breake the head of my instrument! Why, sir, weomen are not
affraid to heare of doings.
Hen. Still jarring?
Buz. When the whole towne is altogether by th'eares you might give me
leave to jar a little my selfe:--I have done, sir.
Hen. Putt on thy merryest face, Buzzano.
Buz. I have but one face, but I can make a great many.
Hen. My best _Eleonora_, I shall soone returne: In the meane time be
owner of this house, The possesour. All danger, sweet, shall dwell Far
off: Ile but enquire the state of things In