At dawn of day our General cleft his pate, Alph. Thou reviv'it me. Ped. By my computation now, the victory was gained before the proceffion was made for it; and yet it will go hard but the priests will make a miracle of it. Lor. Yes, faith we came, like bold intruding guests, And took them unprepar'd to give us welcome. Their fcouts we kill'd, then found their body fleeping; Bert. I'll to the Queen, And bear the news. Ped. That's young Lorenzo's duty. Bert. I'll fpare his trouble. This Torrifmond begins to grow too fast; He must be mine, or ruin'd. Lor. Pedro, a word. [Whisper.] [Afide. [Exit Bertran. Alph. How fwift he fhot away! I find it ftung him, In fpite of his diffembling.' To Lor.] How many of the enemy are flain? Lor. Troth, Sir, we were in haite, and could not stay To score the men we kill'd. But there they lie; Beft fend our women out to take the tale; There's circumcifion in abundance for them. [Turns to Pedro again. Alph. How far did you pursue them? To Ped.] Good store of harlots, fay you, and dog-cheap? I've kept a tedious fast. [Whisper again. Alph. When will he make his entry? He deferves Such triumphs as were giv'n by ancient Rome. Ha, boy, what fay'ft thou? Lor. As you fay, Sir, that Rome was very ancient[To Ped.] I leave the choice to you; fair, black, tall, low; Let her but have a nofe. And you may tell her I'm rich in jewels, rings, and bobbing pearls Pluck'd from Moors' ears. Alph. Lorenzo. Lor. Somewhat bufy About affairs relating to the public A feasonable girl, juft in the nick now. [To Ped. [Trumpets within. Stand and mark coldly; Ped. I hear the General's trumpet. Lor. Then look to see a storm on Torrifmond's. Ped. 'Twas rumour'd in the camp he loves the Queen. Lor. He drinks her health devoutly. Alph. That may breed bad blood 'twixt him and Bertran. Ped. Yes, in private. But Bertran has been taught the arts of courts, To gild a face with fmiles, and leer a man to ruin. Enter Torritmond and Officers one fide, Bertran, attended, on the other; they embrace, Bertran bowing low. Just as I prophefy'd. try Lor. Death and hell, he laughs at him! in's face too. Ped. Oh, you mistake him! 'twas an humble grin, The fawning joy of courtiers and of dogs.' Lor. [Afide.] Here are nothing but lies to be expected; I'll e'en go lofe myself in fome blind alley, and if any courteous damfel will think me worth the [Exit Lor, Bert. Your country refcu'd, and your Queen reliev'd! A glorious conqueft, noble Torrifinond! finding. Alph. Now he begins to open. The people rend the fkies with loud applause, Of popular applaufe; the noify praife Bert Bert. So young a stoic! Tor. You wrong me, if you think I'll fell one drop Within these veins for pageants: but let honour Bert. I'll try him farther Suppofe th' affembled states of Arragon To Torrifmond, who freed his native land. [Afide Alph. [To Ped.] Mark how he founds and fathoms The fhallows of his foul! Bert. The just applaufe Of godlike fenates, is the ftamp of virtue, [him, to find Which makes it pafs unqueftion'd through the world. Thefe honours you deserve; nor fhall my fuffrage • Be last to fix them on you. If refus'd, You brand us all with black ingratitude; For times to come fhall fay, Our Spain, like Rome, And lets their laurels wither on their heads.' Where darkness and furprife made conqueft cheap! Bert. Yet happiness Is the first fame. Virtue, without fuccefs, Is a fair picture fhewn by an ill light.. But lucky men are favourites of Heaven : And whom fhould kings efteem above Heaven's darlings? The praises of a young and beauteous queen Shall crown your glorious acts. Ped. [To Alph.] There fprung the mine. Tor. The Queen! that were a happiness too great! Nam'd you the Queen, my Lord? Bert. Yes. You have feen her, and you must confefs, A praife, a fimile, a look from her is worth The fhouts of thoufand amphitheatres. She, fhe fhall praise you; for I can oblige her: B 3 To-morrow To-morrow will deliver all her charms Into my arms, and make her mine for ever. Tor. Alas, I cannot speak! [employ'd? Bert. Not fpeak, my Lord! How were your thoughts Tor. Why, if it were, Heav'n may be thought on, though too high to climb. Bert. Oh, now I find where your ambition drives! You ought not to think of her. Tor. So I fay too, I ought not madmen ought not to be mad; Bert. Fond young man! The wings of your ambition must be clipp'd. And fenate's honours: but 'tis well we know What price you hold yourself at. You have fought Alph. [To Tor.] Learn refpect I'll not contend with madmen. I know 'twere madness to declare this truth; Shall fear to whifper there. Queens may be lov'd, Why fhines the fun, but that he may be view'd? 'Tis but to weep, and clofe our eyes in darkness! [Exit. Bert. 'Tis well; the goddefs fhall be told, fhe thall, • Of her new worshipper. Ped. So, here's fine work! He fupply'd his only foe with arms For his deftruction. Old Penelope's tale [Exit.' • That, he has done by night.' What, planet-ftruck! Alph. Then to declare his madness to his rival, Himself a stranger almoft, wholly friendless! A torrent, rolling down a precipice, Is easier to be stopp'd, than is his ruin. Ped. 'Tis fruitlefs to complain: hafte to the court; Improve your interest there, for pardon from the queen. Alph. Weak remedies; But all must be attempted. Enter Lorenzo. [Exit. Lor. Well, I am the moft unlucky rogue! I have been ranging over half the town, but have fprung no game. Our women are worfe infidels than the Moors: I told them I was one of their knights-errant, that delivered them from ravishment; and I think in my conscience that's their quarrel to me. Ped. Is this a time for fooling? Your coufin is run hononourably mad in love with her Majefty: he is split upon a rock; and you, who are in chace of harlots, are finking in the main ocean. I think the devil's in the family. [Exit. Lor. My cousin ruined, fays he !-Hum!-Not that I wish my cousin's ruin; that were unchriftian: but if the General's ruined, I am heir; there's comfort for a Christian. Money I have, I thank the honeft Moors for't; but |