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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works. Volume 9

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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 9

THE SEA-VOYAGE

A Comedy

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.

Surgeon.

Sailors.

WOMEN

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

Master. 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. 1 Sailor. She'll never brook it Master. She's so deep laden that she'll bulge. Master. Hang her. Can she not buffet with a storm a little? How it tosses her, she reels like a Drunkard. 2 Sail. We have discover'd the Land, Sir, Pray let's make in, she's so drunk else, She may chance to cast up all her Lading. 1 Sail. Sland in, sland in, we are all lost else, lost and perish'd. Mast. Steer her a Star-board there. 2 Sail. Bear in with all the sail we can, see Master See, what a clap of Thunder there is, What a face of heaven, how dreadfully it looks! Mast. Thou rascal, thou fearful rogue, thou hast been praying; 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. Boats. What shall we do Master? Cast over all her lading? she will not swim An hour else;

Enter Albert, Franvile, Lamure, Tibalt de pont. Morillat

Mast. The storm is loud, We cannot hear one another, What's the coast? Boats. We know not ye[t]; shall we make in? Albert. What comfort Sailors? I never saw, since I have known the Sea, (which has been this twenty years) so rude a tempest: In what State are we? Mast. Dangerous enough Captain, 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. Albert. Is't not possible, To make in to th' Land? 'tis here before us. Morill. Here hard by Sir. Mast. Death is nearer, Gentlemen. Yet do not cry, let's dye like men. Tib. Shall's hoise the Boat out, And goe all at one cast? the more the merrier.

Enter Amint

Mast. You are too hasty Mounsieur, Do ye long to be i'th' Fish-market before your time? Hold her up there. Amint. Oh miserable fortune, Nothing but horror sounding in mine ears, No minute to promise to my frighted soul. Tib. Peace woman, We ha storms enough already; no more howling. Amint. Gentle Master. Mast. Clap this woman under hatches. Alb. Prethe speak mildly to her. Amint. Can no help? Mast. None that I know. Amint. No promise from your goodness. Mast. Am I a God? for heavens sake stow this [woman]. Tib. Go: take your gilt [Prayer-Book]; And to your business; wink and die, There's an old Haddock staies for ye. Amint. Must I die here in all the frights[, the] terrors, The thousand several shapes death triumphs in? No friend to counsel me? Alb. Have peace sweet Mistriss. Amint. No kindreds tears upon me? oh! my countrey? No gentle hand to close mine eyes? Alb. Be comforted, heaven has the same Power still, and the same mercy. Amint. Oh, that wave will devour me. Mast. Carry her down Captain; 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.

Tib. Away with her, and if she have a Prayer, That's fit for such an hour, let her say't quickly, And seriously.

Exit.

Alb. Come, I see it clear Lady, come in, And take some comfort. I'll stay with ye. Amint. Where should I stay? to what end should I hope, 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! Alb. Sweet Mistriss. Amint. And wh[e]ther they are wandred to avoid ye, 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: Alb. Let these tears tell how I honor ye; 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. Amint. The storm grows greater, what shall we do? Alb. Let's in: 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.

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