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For want of petticoat I've put on buff,

Honour in danger, blood and wounds is sought. To try what may be got by lying rough : Lost virtue, whither fled, or where's thy dwellHow think you, sirs—is it not well enough?

ing? Of bully critics I a troop would lead,

Who can reveal ? at least 'tis past my telling, But one replied, thank you, there's no such need, Unless thou art embark'd for Inniskelling. I at groom-porters, sir, can safer bleed. On carrion tits those sparks denounce their rage, Another, who the name of danger loathes, In boot of wisp and Leinster freese engage, Vow'd he would go, and swore me forty oaths, What would you do in such an equipage? But that his horses were in body-cloaths; The siege of Derry does you gallants threaten; A third cry'd, damn my blood! I'd be content Not out of arrant share of being beaten, To push my fortune, if the parliament

As fear of wanting meat, or being eaten. Would but recall claret from banishment. Were wit, like honour, to be won by fighting, A fourth (and I have done) made this excuse, How few just judges would there be of writing, I'd draw my sword in Ireland, sir, to chuse, Then you would leave this villainous back-biting; Had not their women gouty legs, and wore no Your talents lie how to express your spite, shoes.

But where is he knows how to praise aright? Well, I may march, thought , and fight and trudge, You praise like cowards, but like critics fight. But of these blades the devil a man will budge; Ladies be wise, and wean these yearling calves, They there would fight e'en just as here they who in your service too are mere faux braves, judge.

They judge, and write, and fight, and love-by Here they will pay for leave to find a fault,

halves. But when their honour calls, they can't be bought,


Don ALVAREZ, An old Counsellor to Dox SER MEN.

BASTIAN, now a Slave also.
DON SEBASTIAN, King of Portugal.

MUSTAPHA, Captain of the Rabble.
MULEY-MOLUCH, Emperor of Barbary.
DORAX, a noble Portuguese, now a Renegade,

formerly Don ALONSO DE SYLVERA, A ALMEYDA, a captite Queen of Burbary.
cade or Governor of Alcazar,

MORAYMA, Daughter to the Mufti. BENDUCAR, chief Minister and Favourite of the JOHAYMA, chief Wife to the Mufti. Emperor.

Tuco Merchants.
The Mufti, ABDALLA

MULEY-ZEYDAN, Brother to the Emperor. A Servant to BENDUCAR.
Don ANTONIO, a young, noble, amorous, Por- A Servant to the Mufti.

tuguese, now a Sluve.

SCENE—The Castle of Alcazar.


What hear you of Sebastian, king of Portugal! SCENE I.-The Scene at Alcazar, represent- Bend. He fell among a heap of slaughtering a Market-place under the Castle.

ed Moors; Enter MULEY-ZEYDAN and BENDUCAR.

Though yet his mangled carcase is not found.

The rival of our threatened empire, Mahomet, Mul. Zeyd. Now Africa's long wars are at Was hot pursued; and in the general rout, an end,

Mistook a swelling current for a ford, And our parch'd earth is drenched in Christian And in Mucazer's flood was seen to rise ; blood,

Thrice was he seen ; at length his courser plung’d, My conquering brother will have slaves enough, And threw him off; the waves whelm’d over him. To pay. his cruel voks for victory.

And, helpless in his heavy arms, he drowned.

ward to you.

Mul. Zeyd. Thus, then, a doubtful title is ex

Enter DORAX. tinguished :

Now, Dorax! Thus Moluch, still the favourite of fate,

Dor. Well, Benducar.
Swims in a sanguine torrent to the throne,

Bend. Bare Benducar?
As if our prophet only work'd for him :
The heavens and all the stars are his hir'd ser-

Dor. Thou wouldst have titles ? take 'em then;

chief minister, vants,

First hangman of the state. As Muley-Zeydan were not worth their care,

Bend. Some call me favourite. And younger brothers but the draff of nature.

Dor. What's that, his minion? Bend. Be still, and learn the soothing arts of

Thou art too old to be a catamite. court ; Adore his fortune, mix with flattering crowds,

Now prithee tell me, and abate thy pride,

Is not Benducar bare a better name And when they praise him most, beyou the loudest.

In a friend's mouth, than all those gaudy titles, Your brother is luxurious, close, and cruel, Which I disdain to give the man I love? Generous by fits, but permanent in mischief.

Bend. But always out of humour.
The shadow of a discontent would ruin us;

Dor. I have cause :
We must be safe before we can be great:
These things observ’d, leave me to shape the rest.

Though all mankind is cause enough for satire.

Bend. Why then thou hast reveng'd thee on Alul. Zeyd. You have the key, he opens in

mankind. Bend. So often tried, and ever found so true,

They say in fight, thou hadst a thirsty sword,

And well 'twas glutted there. Has given me trust, and trust has given me means

Dor. I spitted frogs, I crushed a heap of Once to be false for all. I trust not him:

emmets, For now his ends are serv’d, and he grown ab- A hundred of 'em to a single soul, solute,

And that but scanty weight too: the great devil How am I sure to stand who serv'd those ends?

Scarce thank'd me for my pains; he swallows I know your nature open, mild, and grateful;

vulgar In such a prince the people may be blest,

Like whipp'd

cream, feels 'em not in going down. And I be safe.

Bend. Brave renegade ! couldst thou not meet Mul. Zeyd. My father! [Embracing him.

Sebastian ?
Bend. My future king! auspicious Muley- | Thy master had been worthy of thy sword.

Dor. My master! by what title?
Shall I adore you? No, the place is public,

Because I happen'd to be born where he
I worship you within ; the outward act
Shall be reserv'd till nations follow me,

Happen'd to be a king? and yet I serv'd him,

Nay, I was fool enough to love him too. And heaven shall envy you the kneeling world.

You know my story, how I was rewarded, You know th' alcald of Alcazar, Dorax?

For fifteen hard campaigns, still hoop'd in iron, Mul. Zeyd. The gallant renegade you mean? Bend. The same :

And why I turn’d Mahometan. I'm grateful;

But whosoever dares to injure me, That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest,

Let that man know, I dare to be reveng'd. Contains the shining treasure of a soul,

Bend. Still you run off from bias ; say

what Resolv'd and brave; he has the soldiers' hearts, And time shall make him ours.

Your present spleen? Mul. He's just upon us.

Dor. You mark'd not what I told you : Bend. I know him from afar,

I kill'd not one that was his maker's image; By the long stride and by the sullen port:

I met with none but vulgar two-legg'd brutes. Retire, my lord.

Sebastian was my aim : he was a man,Wait on your brother's triumph ; your’s is next; Nay, though he hated me, and I hate him, His growth is but a wild and fruitless plant;

Yet I must do him right,-he was a man I'll cut bis barren branches to the stock,

Above man's height, ev’n tow'ring to divinity; And graft you on to bear. Mul. Zryd. My oracle !

Brave, pious, generous, great, and liberal ; [Erit MULEY-ZEYD. He lov'd his people, him they idoliz'd:

Just as the scales of heaven, that weigh the seasons. Bend. Yes, to delude your hopes; poor credu- And thence proceeds my mortal hatred to him, lous fool,

That thus unblameable to all besides,
To think that I would give away the fruit He err'd to me alone:
Of so much toil, such guilt, and such damna- His goodness was diffus’d to human kind,

And all his cruelty confin’d to me.
If I am damned, it shall be for myself:

Bend. You could not meet him then? This easy fool must be my stale, set up

Dor. No, though I sought To catch the people's eyes; he's tame and mer.

Where ranks fell thickest; 'twas indeed the place

To seck Sebastian: through a track of death Him I can manage till I make him odious

I follow'd him, by groans of dying foes, By some unpopular act, and then dethrone him.

But still I came too late ; for he was flown



Like lightning, swift before me to new slaugh- M. Mol. The purple present shall be richly ters;

paid : I mow'd across, and made irregular harvest, That vow perform’d, fasting shall be abolish'd : Defac'd the pomp of battle, but in vain, None ever serv'd heav'n well with a starv'd face: For he was still supplying death elsewhere: Preach abstinence no more; I tell thee, Mufti, This mads me, that perhaps ignoble hands Good feasting is devout: and thou our head, Have overlaid him, for they could not conquer : Hast a religious, ruddy countenance: Murder'd by multitudes, whom I alone

We will have learned luxury: our lean faith Had right to slay; I too would have been slain, Gives scandal to the Christians; they feed high: That, catching hold upon his flitting ghost, Then look for shoals of converts, when thou hast I might have robb’d him of his opening heav'n; Reform'd us into feasting. And dragg’d him down with me, spite of pre- Muf. Fasting is but the letter of the law: destination.

Yet it shows well to preach it to the vulgar. Bend. 'Tis of as much import as Afric's worth, Wine is against our law, that's literal too, To know what came of him, and of Almeyda, But not denied to kings and to their guides. The sister of the vanquish’d Mahomet,

Wine is a holy liquor, for the great. Whose fatal beauty to her brother drew

Dor. [aside.] This Mufti, in my conscience, The land's third part, as Lucifer did heaven's.

is some English Dor. I hope she died in her own female call. Renegade, he talks so savourly of toping. ing,

Mol. Bring forth th' unhappy relicks of the war. Choak’d up with man, and gorg’d with circumcision.

Enter MUSTAPHA, captain of the rabble, with his As for Sebastian, we must search the field, followers of the black guard, &c. und other And where we see a mountain of the slain,

Moors : with them a company of Portuguese Send one to climb, and, looking down below,

slaves, without any of the chief persons. There he shall find him at his manly length, M. Mol. These are not fit to pay an emperor's With his face up to heav'n, in the red monu

vow; ment,

Our bulls and rams had been more noble victims; Which his true sword has digg’d.

These are but garbage, not a sacrifice. Bend. Yet we may possibly hear farther news; Muf. The prophet must not pick and choose For while our Africans pursued the chase,

his offorings; The captain of the rabble issued out,

Now he has giv’n the day, 'tis past recalling: With a black, shirtless train to spoil the dead, And he must be content with such as these. And seize the living.

M. Mol. But are these all ? Speak you, who Dor. Each of 'em an host,

are their masters. A million strong of vermin ev'ry villain :

Must. All, upon my honour. If you'll take No part of government, but lords of anarchy, 'em as their fathers got 'em, so; if not, you Chaos of power, and privileged destruction. must stay till they get a better generation: these Bend. Yet I must tell you, friend, the great Christians are mere bunglers; they procreate nomust use 'em,

thing but out of their own wives; and these have Sometimes as necessary tools of tumult.

all the looks of eldest sons. Dor. I would use 'em

M. Mol. Pain of your lives, let none conceal a Like dogs in times of plague, outlaws of nature, slave. Fit to be shot and brain'd without a process, Must. Let every man look to his own consciTo stop infection; that's their proper death. ence; I am sure mine shall never hang me. Bend. No more;

Bend. Thou speak'st as thou wert privy to Behold the emperor coming to survey

concealments: then thou art an accomplice. The slaves, in order to perform his vow.

Must. Nay, if accomplices must suffer, it may

go hard with me; but here's the devil on't, there's Enter MULEY-MOLUch, the Emperor, with at

a great man and a holy man too, concern'd with tendants; the Mufti, and MULEY-ZEYDAN.

me. Now if I confess, he'll be sure to 'scape beM. Mol. Our armours now may rust, our idle tween his greatness and his holiness, and I shall scymitars

be murder’d, because of my poverty and rasHang by our sides, for ornament not use: cality. Children shall beat our atabals and drums, Muf: [Winking at him.! Then if thy silence And all the noisy trades of war no more

save the great and holy, Shall wake the peaceful morn: the Xeritt's blood | 'Tis sure thou shalt go straight to paradise. No longer in divided channels runs,

Must. 'Tis a fine place, they say ; but, doctor, I The younger house took end in Mahomet. am not worthy on't: I am contented with this Nor shall Sebastian's formidable name

homely world; 'tis good enough for such a poor Be longer us’d to lull the crying babe !

rascally mussulman as I am: besides I have learnt Muf. For this victorious day our mighty pro- so much good manners, doctor, as to let ny betphet

ters be serv'd before me. Expects your gratitude, the sacrifice

M. Mol. Thou talk'st as if the Mufti were of Christian slaves, devoted, if you won, concern'd.



Must. Your majesty may lay your soul on't : Muf. Our law says plainly, women have no but for my part, though I am a plain fellow, yet I

souls. scorn to be trick'd into paradise: I would he M. Mol. 'Tis true, their souls are mortal; set should know it. The troth on't is, an't like you,

her by : his reverence bought of me the flower of all the Yet were Almeyda here, though fame reports her market; these these are but dogs' meat to The fairest of her sex, so much, unseen, 'em, and a round price he paid me too, I'll say I hate the sister of our rival house, that for bim; but not enough for me to venture Ten thousand such dry notions of our Alcoran my neck for: If I get paradise when my time Should not protect her life ; if not immortal, comes, I can't help myself; but I'll .venture no- Die as she could, all of a piece, the better thing before-hand, upon a blind bargain.

That none of her remain. M, Mol. Where are those slaves produce 'em. [Here an Urn is brought in: the prisoners apMuf. They are not what he says.

proach with great concernment; and among M. Mol. No more excuses.

the rest SEBASTIAN, ALVAREZ, and AN. [One goes out to fetch them. TONIO, who come more chearfully. Know, thou may'st better dally

Dor. Poor abject creatures, how they fear to With a dead prophet than a living king.


1 Aside Muf. I but reserv’d'em, to present thy great- These never knew one happy hour in life, ness

Yet shake to lay it down : is load so pleasant? An off'ring worthy thee.

Or has heav'n hid the happiness of death, Must. By the same token there was a dainty That men may bear to live? — Now for our virgin, (Virgin! said I? but I won't be too positive


[The three approach. of that neither) with a roguish leering eye! he O, these come up with spirits more resolv’d! paid me down for her upon the nail a thousand old venerable Alvarez, well I know him, golden sultanins, or he had never had her, I can The fav’rite once of this Sebastian's father ; tell him that. Now is it very likely he would pay Now minister ; (too honest for his trade) so dear for such a delicious morsel, and give it Religion bears him out; a thing taught young, away out of his own mouth, when it had such a In age ill practis’d, yet his prop in death.farewel with it too?

O, he has drawn a black, and smiles upon't, Enter SEBASTIAN, conducted in mean habil, with Though my lot swarthy: Now, if there be here

As who should say, my faith and soul are white, ALVAREZ, ANTONIO, and ALMEYDA: her

after, face veiled with a Barnus.

He's blest; if not, well cheated, and dies pleas'd. M. Mol, Ay; these look like the wornanship Ant. (Holding his lot in his clenched hand.] of Heav'n:

Here I have thee; This is the porcelain clay of human kind, Be what thou wilt, I will not look too soon. And therefore cast into these noble moulds. Thou hast a colour; if thou prov'st not right, Dor. (Aside, while the Emperor whispers BEN- I have a minute good ere I behold thee. DUCAR.) By all my wrongs

Now, let me roll and grubble thee: 'Tis he; damnation seize me but 'tis he! Blind men say white feels smooth, and black feels My heart heaves up and swells; he's poison to

rough; me;

Thou hast a rugged skin; I do not like thee. My injur'd honour, and my ravish'd love,

Dor. There's th' amorous airy spark, AntoBleed at their murderer's sight. Bend. (To Dor. aside.] The emperor would The wittiest woman's toy in Portugal. learn these pris'ners' names;

Lord! what a loss of treats and serenades! You know them,

The whole she-nation will be in mourning for him. Dor. Tell him, no,

Ant. I've a moist sweaty palm ; the more's And trouble ine no more. I will not know my sin; them.

If it be black, yet only dy'd, not odious, Shall I trust hear'n, that heav’n which I renouncd, Damn’d natural ebony, there's hope in rubbing

(Aside. To wash this Ethiop white-Looks] Pox of With my revenge? then, where's my satisfac

the proverb! tion?

As black as hell: another lucky saying! No, it must be my own; I scorn a proxy. I think the devii's in me:-good again! M. Mol. 'Tis decreed,

I cannot speak one syllable, but tends These of a better aspect, with the rest

To death or to damnation. [Holds up his ball. Shall share one common doom, and lots decide it. Dor. He looks uneasy at his future journey; For ev'ry number'd captive put a ball

[Aside. Into an urn; three only black be there,

And wishes his boots off again, for fear The rest, all white, are safe.

Of a bad road, and a worse inn at night. Muf. Hold, sir, the woman must not draw. Go to bed, fool, and take secure repose, M. Mol. O Mufti,

For thou shalt wake no more. We know your reason-let her share the danger.

[SEB. comes up to draw.


my Afric.

M. Mol. [To Ben.I Mark him who now ap- I beg no pity for this mould'ring clay; proaches to the lott’ry;

For, if you give it burial, there it takes He looks secure of death, superior greatness, Possession of your earth :. Like dove, when he made Fate, and said thou art If burnt and scatter'd in the air, the winds, The slave of my creation; I admire him. That strow my dust, diffuse my royalty, Bend. He looks as man was made, with face And spread me o'er your clime: for where one erect,

That scorns his brittle corpse, and seems asham'd Of mine shall light, know there Sebastian reigns.
He's not all spirit; his eyes, with a dumb pride, M. Mol. What shall I do to conquer thee?
Accusing fortune that he fell not warm;

Seb. Impossible!
Yet now disdains to-live. (SCB. draws a bluck. Souls know no conquerors.
M. Mol. He has his wish;

M. Mol. I'll show thee for a monster through
And I have fail'd of mine!
Dar. Robb’d of my vengeance, by a trivial Seb. No, thou canstonly show me for a man:

[Aside. Afric is stor’d with monsters; man's a prodigy, Fine work above, that their anointed care Thy subjects have not seen. Should die such little death: or did his genius M. Mol. Thou talk'st as if Know mine the stronger demon, fear’d the grap- Still at the head of battle. ple,

Seb. Thou mistak'st, And, looking round him, found this nook of fate For then I would not talk. To skulk behind my swordshall I discover him? Bend. Sure he would sleep. Still he would die not mine, no thanks to my Seb. Till dooms-day, when the trumpet sounds Revenge; reserv'd but to more royal shambles.

to rise ; *Twere base too, and below those vulgar souls, For that's a soldier's call. That shar'd his danger, yet not one disclos'd M. Mol. Thou’rt brave too late: him,

Thou should'st have died in battle, like a soldier. But, struck with rev'rence, kept an awful silence. Seb. I fought and fell like one, but death dec I'll see no more of this: dog of a prophet !

ceiv'd me;

Exit Dor. I wanted weight of feeble Moors upon me, M. Mol. One of these three is a whole he To crush my soul out. catomb;

M. Mol. Still untameable? And therefore only one of’em shall die: In what a ruin has thy head-strong pride The rest are but mute cattle; and when death And,boundless thirst of empireplung'd thy people! Comes, like a rushing lion, couch like spaniels, Seb. What say'st thou!

ha! No more of that. With lolling tongues, and tremble at the paw: M. Mol. Behold, Let lots again decide it.

What carcases of thine thy crimes have strew'd, [The three draw again, und the lut falls on And left our Afric vultures to dovour. SEB.

Bend. Those souls were those thy God enSeb. Then there's no more to manage! if I

trusted with thee, fall,

To cherish, not destroy. It shall be like myself; a setting sun

Seb. Witness, 0 heaven! how much Should leave a track of glory in the skies.- This sight concerns me! Would I had a soul Behold Sebastian, king of Portugal!

For each of these: How gladly would I pay M. Mol. Sebastian! ha! it must be he; no The ransom down ! But since I have but one, other

'Tis a king's life, and freely 'tis bestow’d. Could represent such suff'ring majesty: Not your false prophet, but eternal justice, I saw him, as the terms himself, a sun

Has destin'd me the lot, to die for these: Struggling in dark eclipse, and shooting day 'Tis fit a sovereign so should pay such subjects On either side of the black orb that veil'd him. For subjects such as they are seldom seen,

Seb. Not less ev’n in this despicable now, Who not forsook me at my greatest need, Than when my name fillid Afric with affrights, Nor for base lucre sold their loyalty, And froze your hearts beneath your torrid zone. But shar'd my dangers to the last event, Bend. (To M. Mol.) Extravagantly:brave! ev'n And fenc'd 'em with their own: These thanks : to an impudence

pay you:

[Wipes his eyes. Of greatness.

And know, that, when Sebastian weeps, his tears Seb. Here satiate all your fury;

Come harder than his blood. Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me; M. Mol. They plead too strongly I have a soul, that, like an ample shield, To be withstood: My clouds are gath’ring too, Can take in all, and verge enough for more. In,kindly mixture with this royal shower, I would have conquer'd you; and ventur'd only Be safe, and owe thy life, not to my gift, A narrow neck of land for a third world, But to the greatness of thy mind, Sebastian: To give my loosen'd:subjects room to play. Thy subjects too shall live; a due reward Fate was not mine,

For their untainted faith, in thy conceahnent. Nor am I Fate's: Now Lhave pleas'd my longing, Muf. Remember, sir, jyour vow. And trod the ground which I beheld from far,

[ A general shout.

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