_Capt_. "Tis impossible to scape, we must fight it out.
_Fran_. Fight it out! oh, I"m not able to indure it,--why, what the Devil made me a ship-board?
[_Ex_. Cap.
_Guil_. Why, where be these _Turks_? set me to "em, I"ll make "em smoke, Dogs, to dare attack a man of Quality.
_Isa_. Oh, the Insolence of these _Turks_! do they know who"s aboard?
for Heaven"s sake, my Lord, do not expose your n.o.ble Person.
_Guil_. What, not fight?--Not fight! A Lord, and not fight? Shall I submit to Fetters, and see my Mistress ravish"d by any great _Turk_ in Christendom, and not fight?
_Isa_. I"d rather be ravish"d a thousand times, than you should venture your Person.
[_Seamen shout within_.
_Fran_. Ay, I dare swear.
_Enter Seaman_.
_Sea_. Ah, Sirs, what mean you? Come on the Deck for shame.
_Ant_. My Lord, let us not tamely fall, there"s danger near. [_Draws_.
_Guil_. Ay, ay, there"s never smoke, but there"s some fire--Come, let"s away--ta la, tan ta la, la la, &c. [Draws.
[Exit _singing, and_ Antonio _and_ Pet.
_Fran_. A Pox of all Lords, I say, you must be janting in the Devil"s name, and G.o.d"s dry Ground wou"d not serve your turn. [_Shout here_.
Oh, how they thunder! What shall I do?--oh, for some Auger-hole to thrust my head into, for I could never indure the noise of Cannons,--oh, "tis insupportable,--intolerable--and not to be indur"d.
[_Running as mad about the Stage_.
_Isa_. Dear Father, be not so frighted. [_Weeps_.
_Fran_. Ah, Crocodile, wou"d thou hadst wept thy Eyes out long ago, that thou hadst never seen this Count; then he had never lov"d thee, and then we had never been invited a ship-board.
[_A noise of fighting_.
_Enter_ Guiliom, Pet. _and_ Antonio, driven in fighting by Guzman _and other_ Turks.
_Ant_. Ah, Sir, the _Turks_ have boarded us, we"re lost, we"re lost.
_Fran_. Oh, I am slain, I"m slain. [_Falls down_.
_Guil_. Hold, hold, I say, you are now in the presence of Ladies, and "tis uncivil to fight before Ladies.
_Guz_. Yield then, you are our Slaves.
_Guil_. Slaves, no Sir, we"re Slaves to none but the Ladies.
[_Offers to fight_.
_Isa_. Oh, hold, rude man,--d"ye know whom you encounter?
_Guz_. What"s here--one dead-- [_Looking on_ Francisco.
_Fran_. Oh, Lord!
_Guz_. Or, if he be not, he"s old, and past service, we"ll kill the Christian Dog out of the way.
_Fran_. Oh, hold, hold, I"m no Christian, Gentlemen; but as errant a Heathen as your selves.
_Guz_. Bind him strait, neck and heels, and clap him under hatches.
_Jul_. Oh, spare him, Sir, look on his Reverend Age.
_Guz_. For your sake, Lady, much may be done, we"ve need of handsom Women.
[_Gives her to some Turks that are by_.
_Fran_. Hah,--my Wife! My Wife ravish"d--oh, I"m dead.
_Jul_. Fear not, my dear, I"ll rather die than do thee wrong.
_Fran_. Wou"d she wou"d, quickly,--then there"s her Honour sav"d, and her Ransom, which is better.
_Guz_. Down with the muttering Dog; [_He descends_.
--And takes the Ladies to several Cabins.
[_The Turks take hold of the Men_.
_Isa_. Must we be parted then?--ah, cruel Destiny! [_Weeps_.
_Guil_. Alas! this Separation"s worse than Death.
_Isa_. You possibly may see some _Turkish_ Ladies, that may insnare your Heart, and make you faithless;--but I, ah Heavens! if ever I change my Love, may I become deformed, and lose all hopes of t.i.tle or of Grandure.
_Guil_. But should the _Grand Seignior_ behold thy Beauty, thou wou"dst despise thine own dear hony Viscount to be a _Sultana_.
_Isa_. A _Sultana_, what"s that?
_Guil_. Why, "tis the great _Turk_, a Queen of _Turkey_.
_Isa_. These dear expressions go to my Heart. [_Weeps_.
And yet a _Sultana_ is a tempting thing-- [_Aside smiling_.
--And you shall find your Isabella true,--though the _Grand Seignior_ wou"d lay his Crown at my feet,--wou"d he wou"d try me though--Heavens!
to be Queen of _Turkey_. [_Aside_.
_Guil_. May I believe thee,--but when thou seest the difference, alas, I am but a Chimney--hum, nothing to a great _Turk_.
_Isa_. Is he so rare a thing?--Oh, that I were a she great _Turk_.
[_Aside_.