lesser power, or that
my provident Father Had been like to that riotous Emperour That chose
his belly for his only heir; For being of no family then, and poor My
vertues wheresoe'r I liv'd, should make That kingdom my inheritance.
Gui. Strange self Love!
Dua. For if I studied the Countries Laws, I should so easily sound all
their depth, And rise up such a wonder, that the pleaders, That now are
in most practice and esteem, Should starve for want of Clients: if I
travell'd, Like wise Ulysses to see men and manners, I would return in
act, more knowing, than Homer could fancy him; if a Physician, So oft
I would restore death-wounded men, That where I liv'd, Galen should
not be nam'd, And he that joyn'd again the scatter'd limbs Of torn
Hippolytus should be forgotten. I could teach Ovid courtship, how to
win A Julia, and enjoy her, though her Dower Were all the Sun gives
light to: and for arms Were the Persian host that drank up Rivers,
added To the Turks present powers, I could direct, Command, and
Marshal them.
Man. And yet you know not To rule your self, you would not to a boy
else Like Plautus Braggart boast thus.
Dua. All I speak, In act I can make good.
Gui. Why then being Master Of such and so good parts do you destroy
them, With self opinion, or like a rich miser, Hoard up the treasures
you possess, imparting Nor to your self nor others, the use of them?
They are to you but like inchanted viands, On which you seem to feed,
yet pine with hunger; And those so rare perfections in my Son Which
would make others happy, render me A wretched Mother.
Man. You are too insolent. And those too many excellencies, that feed
Your pride, turn to a Pleurisie, and kill That which should nourish
vertue; dare you think All blessings are confer'd on you alone? Y'are
grosly cousen'd; there's no good in you, Which others have not: are you
a Scholar? so Are many, and as knowing: are you valiant? Waste not
that courage then in braules, but spend it In the Wars, in service of your
King and Country.
Dua. Yes, so I might be General, no man lives That's worthy to
command me.
Man. Sir, in Lisbon I am: and you shall know it; every hour I am
troubled with complaints of your behaviour From men of all conditions,
and all sexes. And my authority, which you presume Will bear you out,
in that you are my Nephew, No longer shall protect you, for I vow
Though all that's past I pardon, I will punish The next fault with as
much severity As if you were a stranger, rest assur'd on't.
Gui. And by that love you should bear, or that duty You owe a Mother,
once more I command you To cast this haughtiness off; which if you
do, All that is mine, is yours, if not, expect My prayers, and vows, for
your conversion only, But never means nor favour. [Ex. Manuel and
Guiomar.
Dua. I am Tutor'd As if I were a child still, the base Peasants That fear,
and envy my great worth, have done this; But I will find them out, I
will o'boord Get my disguise; I have too long been idle, Nor will I curb
my spirit, I was born free, And will pursue the course best liketh me.
[Exeunt.
Enter Leopold, Sailers, and Zenocia.
Leop. Divide the spoil amongst you, this fair Captive I only challenge
for my self.
Sail. You have won her And well deserve her: twenty years I have liv'd
A Burgess of the Sea, and have been present At many a desperate fight,
but never saw So small a Bark with such incredible valour So long
defended, and against such odds, And by two men scarce arm'd too.
Leop. 'Twas a wonder. And yet the courage they exprest being taken,
And their contempt of death wan more upon me Than all they did,
when they were free: me thinks I see them yet when they were brought
aboard us, Disarm'd and ready to be put in fetters How on the suddain,
as if they had sworn Never to taste the bread of servitude, Both
snatching up their swords, and from this Virgin, Taking a farewel only
with their eyes, They leapt into the Sea.
Sail. Indeed 'twas rare.
Leop. It wrought so much on me, that but I fear'd The great ship that
pursued us, our own safety Hindring my charitable purpose to 'em, I
would have took 'em up, and with their lives They should have had
their liberties.
Zen. O too late, For they are lost, for ever lost.
Leop. Take comfort
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