p. 331, l. i, for “Med,,” read “King.”
THE PLAY OF DICKE OF DEVONSHIRE.
A Tragi-Comedy.
Hector adest secumque Deos in praelia ducit.
Drammatis Personae.
The Duke of Macada, | The Duke of Girona, | The Duke of Medina, | Four Grandies. The Marquesse d’Alquevezzes, | Don Pedro Gusman, An ancient Lord. Manuell, | His Sons. Henrico, | Don Fernando, Governor of Cadiz Towne. Teniente, A Justicier. Bustamente, Captaine of Cadiz Castle. Dicke Pike, The Devonshire Soldier. Don John, A Colonel. Buzzano, Servant to Pedro Guzman. Eleonora, Daughter to Fernando. Catelina, Wife to Don John. A Gentlewoman. An English Captaine. Mr. Jewell. Mr. Hill. Secretary. Mr. Woodrow. A Jaylor. Two Fryers. A Guard. English Soldiers. Spanish Soldiers.
The Play of Dick of Devonshire.
Actus Primus.
(SCENE 1.)
Enter Don Pedro Gusman,
Henrico and Manuell, his sons;
Don Fernando and Eleanora,
his daughter, and Teniente.
Pedr. Gentlemen, y’have much honourd
me to take
Such entertainement, but y’are welcome all.
’Twas my desire to have your company
At parting: heaven knowes when we shall meete
againe.
Ten. You are for France then too?
Man. I wayte on my father.
Pedr. Henrico.
Ferd. Eleonora.
Ten. But how chance, Manuell, your younger brother Is at the Goale before you? What, no Lady To please your eye?
Man. I am not
Yet weary of my freedome. May Henrico
Meete Joy in his Election: yet I know not
One I would sooner chuse to call a sister
Than Eleonora.
Pedr. At my returne from France all things
shall bee
Consummate; in meane time let your owne hearts,
Knitt with the strongest tye of love, be merry
In mutuall embraces, and let your prayers
Fill our departing sayles. Our stay will not
Bee long, and the necessity of my affaires
Unwillingly doth take me from you.
Hen. Though I could wish your stay, my
duty bidds me
Expect the enjoying of my happines
Till your returne from France.—Your
blessing.
Eleo. How ever heaven dispose of Eleonora, Pray write me in your thoughts your humblest daughter, That shall make it a part of her devotions To pray for you.
Fer. Well, sir, since your designe Pulls you away, may your good Angell guard you.
Ten. The like wish I, Don Pedro.
Fer. Manuell, I hope You will not long breath out of Spanish ayre. Farewell!