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Show o The Rival Ladies. Yet the moft fetal now would moft oblige mc, Kill m e • -Yet I am kill'd before in him I lie there on the ground ; cold, cold, an< That Death I die in Rodorick is far More pleafant than that life I hve m 7«/^----j 1 - S e e how he ftands When he is bid difpatch H o w dull! Howfpiritlefs ! That floathpolfe.r Thee not, when thou didft kill m y ^dnncJf- Gonf. I'm too unlucky to converfe with Men : I'll pack together all m y Mifchiefs up, . Gather with care each little remnant ot em, That none of'em be left behind : Thus loaded, Fly to fome Defart, and there let them loofe, Where they may never prey upon Mankind. But you may make m y journey fhorter : 1 ake This Sword ; 'twill fhow you how : -p^. ^ fa^i Jul. I'll gladly fet you on your way: , L Enter three of Rodonck's Servants. i. Make haft; he's now unarm'd ; we may with eafe Revenge m y Matter's Death. Jul. N o w thefe fhall do it. Gonf. I'll die by none but you ^Hrm'autv^nr^'S,n t * » ^ ^ ^ Enter Manuel. Man. Think not of Death, n h y ^ We'll live and Conquer. .',, Man. Thefe fellows, though beat off, will ftrait return With more ; w e muft make haft to fave our felves. Hip. 'Tis far to th'Town, And e'r you reach it you will be difcover'd. _ Gonf. M y life's a burden tome, were not Juha'% Concern'd; but as it is, fhe being prefent Will be found acceffary to his Death. Man. See where a Veffel lies, not far from Shore; And near at hand a Boat belonging to her; Let's haft Aboard, and what with Pray'rs and Gifts Buy our Concealment there: -Come Julia. Gonf. Alas, fhe fwoons away upon the Body. Man. The Night grows on apace; well take her m Our Arms and bear her hence. . T ... [Exeunt Gonfalvo, and the Boys with Manuel, carrying^Julia, The Servants enter again. i. They are all gone, w e may return with fafety Help m e to bear the Body to the Town. 2. Heftirs, and breaths a little; there maybe Some hope. $. The Town's far off, and th' Evening cold, Let's carry him to th' Ship. i. Haft then away. Things once refolv'd are ruin'd bAy deClay.T V. tp*?1 The SCENE lying in a Carrack. Enter aPyrat, andtht Captain. Pyr. T TTElcome a Ship-board, Captain, you ft aid long; Cap. V V No longer than was neceffary for fh i ft i ng Trades T o change m e from a Robber to a Pyr at. The Rival Ladies. 99 Pyr. There's a fair change wrought in you finee Yefterday Morning ; then you talk *t of nothing but Repentance, and Amendment of Life. Copt. 'Faith I have confider'd better on't: For converting a whole day together with honeft M e m I found 'em all fopoor and beggarly, that a civil Perfon would be alham'd to be fcen with'em. But you come from Don Rddorick's Cabin; what Hopes have you of his Life ? Pyr. N o danger of it, only lofs of Blood Had made him faint away; lie call'd for you: ' Capt. Well, are his Jewels and his Plate brought in ? Pyr. They are; when hoyft we Sails ? Capt. At the firft break Of day: W h e n w e are got out clear, we'll feize On Rod'rick and his M e n : They are not many, But fear may make 'em defp'rate. Pyr. W e may take 'em, W h e n they are laid to fleep. Capt. 'Tiswell advis'd. . , Pyr. I forgot to tell you,Sir, that a little before Don Rod nek W a s brought in, a company of Gentlemen (purfu'd It feems by Juftice; procur'd our Boat to Row'em , '• Hither: T w o of 'em carried a very fair Lady betwixt em, W h o was either dead, or fwooned. Capt. We'll fell 'em altogether to the Turk, v^ (At leaft I'll tell him fo.) L^ Pyr Pray, Sir, letusrefervetheLady toour ownufes, It were a lhame to good Catholicks to give her up To Infidels. J , .. rfhe Scene draws and difcover s thc Captain s Labm,. KOuaricKf* > Capt. H o w is it with the brave Don Rodoricr.. D o you want any thing ? Rod. I have too much Of that I would not, Love; And what I would have, that I want, Revenge. I muft be fet afliore. Buttur S^^tonftt , Renters and Wh^eCaptain. B U C ^ Icome:i-SeMnor,thinkyouareLordhere, f ^ ^ ^, Al[Ro7. He does well to bid me think fo: I am of Opinion W e are fall'n into Huckfter's hand. .1. Serv. Indeed he talk'd fufpiciodly enough; H e half denied to Land us. Rod. Thek, Pedro, Ave your confiding Men. : 2. Serv. I think 'em ftill fo. Rod. Would I were from 'em. 2 'Tis impoffible „ , . T' attempt it now ; you have notftrength enough T o Walk. _, . , , « i Rod. That venture muft be mine; w e r lou If w e ftay here to Morrow. , 1' One whbomTfaw among 'em, to my knowledge Rod. Whatbecameof5f«//4whenItelli' 2. W e left her weeping over you, till we Were beaten off; but fhe, and thofe with her Were gone when w e return'd. : ' Rod. Too late I find . A i wrong'd her in m y Thought,; I'm every way |