A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 401 pages of information about A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2.

A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 401 pages of information about A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2.

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.

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