ACT
V.
SCENE
I.
A
Grove
.
An
Idol
,
and
Altar
of
Thor
,
at
distance
.
Enter
King
and
Governour
.
King.
I
Am
ungrateful
,
and
a
wretch
,
(
persuade
me
not
)
Forgetful
of
the
mercy
he
shew'd
me
,
The
timely
noble
Pity
.
Why
shou'd
I
,
Why
should
I
make
him
die
,
who
set
me
free
?
Why
shou'd
it
come
from
me
?
Why
,
I
command
it
?
Will
not
all
Tongues
,
and
Truths
call
me
ungrateful
?
Gov.
Had
the
offencebeen
aim'd
at
you
,
't
is
certain
It
had
been
in
you
power
,
and
your
discretion
,
To
have
turn'd
it
into
Mercy
,
and
forgiven
it
;
It
then
had
shew'd
a
vertuous
point
of
Gratitude
.
Timely
and
nobly
paid
;
But
since
the
Cause
Concerns
the
Honour
of
the
Gods
,
their
Title
,
'T
is
in
their
Wills
,
their
Mercies
,
or
Revenges
:
And
these
Revolts
in
you
show
plain
Rebellion
.
King.
They
are
mild
and
pitiful
.
Gov.
To
those
Repent
.
King.
Their
Natures
soft
,
and
tender
.
Gov.
To
true
Hearts
,
That
feel
compunction
for
their
Trespasses
:
This
pair
defies
'em
still
,
threaten
destruction
And
demolition
to
their
Arms
and
Worship
;
Therefore
take
heed
,
Sir
,
that
you
be
not
found
,
And
mark'd
a
favourer
of
their
Dishonour
:
They
use
no
common
Justice
.
King.
You
say
right
.
But
see
;
behold
the
Pomp
of
Death
comes
on
!
What
shall
I
do
to
merit
of
this
Man.
I
'll
once
more
try
if
I
can
fairly
win
'
em
.
Solemn
Mufick
.
Enter
a
Procession
of
Priests
,
as
to
the
Sacrifice
.
[
Armusia
and
Quisara
wreath'd
,
and
bound
.
Guards
.
Croud
following
.
The
King
goes
up
to
Armusia
,
and
speaks
.
King.
Once
more
,
Armusia
,
Because
I
love
you
tenderly
and
dearly
,
And
wou'd
be
glad
to
win
you
mine
;
I
wish
you
,
Ev'n
from
my
heart
,
I
wish
and
wooe
you
�
Arm.
What
,
Sir
?
Take
heed
how
you
persuade
me
falsly
,
then
you
hate
me
;
Take
heed
how
you
intrap
me
.
King.
I
advise
you
,
And
tenderly
and
truly
I
advise
you
,
Both
for
your
Souls
health
and
your
safety
.
Arm.
Stay
,
And
name
my
Soul
no
more
;
she
is
too
precious
,
Too
glorious
for
your
flatteries
;
too
secure
too
.
Gov.
Consider
the
reward
,
Sir
,
and
the
honour
That
is
prepar'd
,
the
Glory
you
shall
grow
to
.
Arm.
They
are
not
to
be
considered
in
these
Cases
,
Not
to
be
nam'd
when
Souls
are
question'd
;
They
are
vain
and
flying
Vapours
:
Touch
my
Life
,
'T
is
ready
for
you
,
put
it
to
what
Test
It
shall
please
you
,
I
am
patient
;
but
for
the
rest
�
Gov.
We
must
use
Tortures
then
.
Arm.
Your
worst
,
and
painfull'st
I
am
joyful
to
accept
.
Gov.
You
must
our
sharpest
;
For
such
has
been
your
hate
against
our
Deities
,
Deliver'd
openly
;
your
threats
,
and
scornings
;
And
either
your
Repentance
must
be
mighty
,
Which
is
your
free
Conversion
to
our
Customs
,
Or
equal
punishment
,
which
is
your
life
,
Sir.
Arm.
I
am
glad
I
have
it
for
you
;
take
it
,
Priest
,
And
all
the
Misery
that
shall
attend
it
:
Let
the
Gods
glut
themselves
with
Christian
Blood
,
It
will
be
ask'd
again
,
and
so
far
follow'd
,
So
far
reveng'd
,
and
with
such
holy
Justice
,
Your
Gods
of
Gold
shall
melt
and
sink
before
it
;
Your
Altars
and
your
Temples
shake
to
nothing
,
And
you
,
false
Worshippers
,
blind
Fools
of
Ceremonies
,
Shall
seek
for
Holes
to
hide
your
heads
and
fears
in
;
For
Seas
to
swallow
you
from
this
Destruction
;
Darkness
to
dwell
about
you
and
conceal
you
.
Gov.
Make
the
Fires
ready
,
And
bring
the
several
Tortures
out
.
Quis.
Stand
fast
,
Sir
,
And
fear'em
not
;
you
that
have
stept
so
nobly
Into
this
pious
Tryal
,
start
not
now
:
Keep
on
your
way
,
a
Virgin
will
assist
you
,
A
Virgin
,
won
by
your
fair
constancy
,
And
glorying
that
she
is
won
,
so
will
die
with
you
.
Arm.
Let
me
begin
my
Triumph
;
Come
,
clap
your
Terrors
on
.
Quis.
All
your
fell
Tortures
;
For
there
is
nothing
he
shall
suffer
,
Brother
,
I
swear
by
my
new
Faith
,
which
is
most
sacred
,
And
I
will
keep
it
so
,
but
I
will
follow
in
,
And
follow
to
a
scruple
of
affliction
.
In
spite
of
all
your
Gods
,
without
prevention
.
Gov.
S'Death
,
she
amazes
me
!
King.
What
shall
be
done
now
?
Gov.
They
must
die
both
,
And
suddenly
,
they
will
corrupt
all
else
.
Go
you
in
,
Sir
,
I
'll
see
the
Execution
.
King.
'T
is
cruel
;
You
injur'd
Powers
,
that
I
permit
you
justice
;
But
for
the
sight
�
Gov.
You
are
excus'd
for
that
,
I
'll
bear
that
Torture
for
you
;
good
Sir
,
in
;
You
see
all
's
ready
,
Sir
,
and
we
must
strike
Before
your
Eyes
else
.
King.
Well
,
what
must
be
As
the
King
is
going
off
,
and
the
Priests
address
to
their
Work
,
the
whole
Company
is
Alarmed
by
the
noise
of
great
Guns
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Mess.
Arms
,
Arms
,
Sir
;
Seek
for
defence
,
the
Castle
Plays
,
and
Thunders
,
Our
Town
Rocks
,
and
our
Houses
fly
in
Air
,
The
people
die
for
fear
;
General
Ruidias
Has
sent
t'
inform
us
,
he
'll
not
leave
a
Stone
,
No
,
not
the
memory
there
has
stood
a
City
,
Unless
Armusia
be
deliver'd
fairly
.
King.
Father
,
what
can
our
Gods
do
for
us
now
?
Gov.
Ruidias
do
this
!
what
,
to
free
Armusia
,
His
Rival
?
't
is
impossible
.
Mess.
This
was
his
Summons
,
Which
still
you
hear
him
Thunder
from
the
Fort.
Gov.
Wou'd
I
were
safe
at
home
again
.
[
Aside
.
Come
,
Sir
,
Leave
me
to
see
the
Execution
done
,
While
you
return
and
fortifie
the
Palace
:
Nothing
but
mischief
,
till
th'
incensed
Powers
Are
satisfied
with
these
Blasphemers
Blood
;
Earthquakes
and
Hurricanes
will
seize
us
next
:
Dispatch
,
dispatch
there
.
King.
By
Heaven
I
'll
rule
in
this
:
they
shall
not
die
,
Till
I
have
seen
this
furious
Storm
allay'd
,
Bear
back
the
Prisoners
to
the
Palace
,
Guards
;
All
to
your
charge
,
how
desperately
they
Thunder
!
[
Ex.
Arm.
Brave
Ruidias
,
this
is
like
a
Souldier
,
A
Portuguese
and
Christian
,
to
do
favours
Without
the
form
of
promise
.
Quis.
'T
is
but
a
debt
of
Honour
nobly
paid
.
Gov.
Plague
on
your
bellowing
.
[
Exeunt
.
Enter
Four
Towns-Men
.
1.
Blessus
,
what
a
Thundring
is
here
!
What
Fire-spitting
!
We
can't
drink
but
the
Cans
are
maul'd
out
of
our
hands
.
2
I
wou'd
they
wou'd
maul
our
scores
too
.
A
shame
of
their
Guns
,
how
devilishy
they
bounce
!
and
how
the
Bullets
borrow
the
side
of
a
House
here
,
and
there
another
,
and
mend
those
up
again
with
another
Ward
!
3
I
had
the
roof
of
my
House
taken
off
with
a
Chain-shot
,
and
half
an
hour
after
,
I
found
another
standing
in
the
room
on
't
.
4.
We
shall
make
a
wonderful
Siege
on
't
,
if
we
talk
at
this
rate
.
2.
You
think
he
lyesnow
:
why
,
I
have
seen
a
Steeple
taken
off
,
and
another
clapt
i'th-place
,
with
twenty
Men
ringing
the
Bells
in
't
.
4.
Thou
Boy
!
1.
Why
then
,
we
shall
not
know
our
own
Streets
again
.
2.
Nor
where
to
pay
our
Duties
.
I
hope
I
shou'd
love
Chain-shot
the
better
as
long
as
I
live
,
for
that
good
turn
,
i'Faith
:
I
know
not
,
it
may
fall
out
so
;
for
these
Guns
make
strange
work
.
Here
flies
a
Powdring
tub
;
and
there
the
Soldiers
go
together
by
the
Ears
,
for
the
Meat
in
't
:
There
flies
the
Roast-meat
,
spit
and
all
:
here
a
Barrel
pisses
Vinegar
.
4.
A
Vengeance
fire
'em
all
.
1.
They
fire
fast
enough
;
they
need
no
help
.
4.
Are
these
the
Portugal
Bulls
?
How
loud
they
Bellow
?
2.
Their
Horns
are
wonderful
strong
,
they
push
down
Palaces
;
they
toss
our
little
habitations
like
Whelps
,
like
Trundle-tails
,
with
their
Hells
upwards
:
All
the
Windows
in
the
Town
dance
Trenchmore
;
'T
is
like
to
prove
a
blessed
Age
for
Glasiers
;
I
met
a
Hand
and
a
Hand
and
a
Letter
in
't
,
in
great
hast
;
and
by
and
by
,
a
Leg
running
after
it
,
as
if
the
hand
had
forgot
part
of
its
errand
.
4.
Heads
fly
like
Foot-balls
every
where
:
What
shall
we
do
?
2.
I
care
not
,
my
Shop
's
cancell'd
,
and
all
the
Pots
and
Pipkins
vanished
;
there
was
a
single
Bullet
and
they
,
together
by
the
Ears
,
you
would
have
thought
Tom
Tumbler
,
and
all
his
Troop
of
Devils
had
been
there
.
1.
Well
,
for
my
part
,
I
'll
to
the
Templeand
pray
for
you
all
:
I
tell
you
Neighbours
,
I
trouble
Heaven
so
seldom
,
that
sure
I
may
be
heard
,
when
I
come
.
For
I
begin
to
like
this
Portugals
Kerson
Religion
:
What
can
these
Worm-eaten
Gods
of
ours
do
for
us
?
4.
Worm-eaten
Gods
!
I
tell
you
,
Neighbour
,
you
do
our
Gods
wrong
,
and
me
wrong
:
I
made
'em
of
the
best
season'd
Timber
the
Island
wou'd
afford
.
3.
But
do
the
Cannon
Bullets
think
there
is
no
Law
?
4.
No
,
nor
Gospel
neither
;
Law
,
prithee
run
to
a
Granado
,
when
it
comes
piping
hot
out
of
a
Mortar-piece
into
the
Town
,
and
tell
it
there
's
Law
;
't
will
seratch
they
face
for
thee
,
worse
than
e'er
thy
Wife
did
.
Law
!
I
do
but
think
,
what
Lanes
a
Chain-shot
wou'd
make
in
the
Law
!
And
how
like
an
Ass
a
Judge
wou'd
sit
upon
the
Bench
,
with
his
head
shot
off
.
3.
Let
's
to
the
King
,
and
get
this
Gentleman
deliver'd
handsomely
,
by
this
hand
there
's
no
walking
above
ground
else
.
2.
By
this
Leg
,
(
let
me
swear
nimbly
by
it
,
for
I
know
not
how
long
)
if
I
were
out
o'th'Town
,
if
I
came
in
again
to
fetch
my
Breakfast
,
I
'd
give
'em
leave
to
cram
me
with
a
Portugal
Pudding
.
But
come
Neighbours
,
our
best
way
will
be
to
go
to
the
Insurance-Office
and
compound
:
I
am
a
Fencer
;
I
'll
give
'em
one
Arm
,
to
secure
t'other
.
Thou
art
a
Dancing-Master
;
thou
shalt
give
thy
Head
to
secure
thy
Heels
.
3.
Why
my
Head
?
2.
Because
that
's
of
least
use
to
thee
,
of
any
thing
about
thee
:
So
every
Man
shall
give
aw�y
the
rest
of
his
Body
,
to
Insure
the
Limbs
that
are
of
most
use
in
his
calling
.
Enter
Pymero
,
and
Panura
.
Pym.
Art
'
sure
it
was
the
blind
Priest
?
Pan.
Yes
,
most
certain
,
He
has
provok'd
all
this
:
The
King
is
merciful
,
And
wondrous
loving
,
but
he
fires
him
on
still
,
And
when
he
cools
inrages
him
;
I
know
it
:
Threatens
new
Vengeance
,
and
the
Gods
fierce
Justice
,
When
he
but
looks
with
fair
Eyes
on
Armufia
;
Will
lend
him
no
time
to
relent
;
my
Royal
Mistress
,
She
has
entertain'd
a
Christian
hope
.
Pym.
Speak
truly
.
Pan.
Nay
't
is
most
true
;
but
Lord
,
how
he
lies
at
her
,
And
threatens
her
,
and
flatters
her
,
and
damns
her
;
And
I
fear
,
if
not
speedily
prevented
;
If
she
continues
stout
,
both
shall
be
executed
.
Pym.
I
'll
kiss
thee
for
this
News
:
Nay
,
poor
Panura
,
If
thou
wilt
give
me
leave
,
I
'll
get
thee
with
Christian
;
The
best
way
to
convert
thee
.
Pan.
Make
me
believe
so
.
Pym.
I
will
I'faith
:
But
which
way
cam'st
thou
hither
?
The
Palace
is
close
guarded
and
barricado'd
.
Pan.
I
camethrough
a
private
Vault
,
which
few
there
know
of
,
It
rises
in
a
Temple
not
far
hence
,
Close
by
the
Castle
here
.
Pym.
How
�
To
what
end
?
Pan.
A
good
one
,
To
give
you
knowledge
of
my
new
born
Mistress
,
And
in
what
doubt
Armusia
stands
:
Think
any
present
means
,
or
hope
,
to
stop
'em
From
their
fell
ends
.
The
Princes
are
come
in
too
,
And
they
are
hard'ned
also
.
Pym.
The
damn'd
Priest.
�
Pan.
Sure
he
's
a
cruel
Man
?
Methinks
Religion
Shou'd
teach
more
temperate
Lessons
.
Pym.
He
,
the
Firebrand
!
He
dare
to
touch
at
such
fair
Lives
as
theirs
are
!
Well
,
Prophet
,
I
Prophecy
I
shall
catch
you
,
When
all
your
Prophesies
will
not
redeem
you
:
Wilt
thou
do
one
thing
bravely
?
Pan.
Any
good
I
am
able
.
Pym.
And
by
thy
own
white
hand
,
swear
thou
art
Vertuous
,
And
a
brave
Wench
,
durst
thou
but
guide
me
presently
Through
the
same
Vault
thou
cam'st
into
the
Palace
,
And
those
I
shall
appoint
,
such
as
I
shall
think
fit
.
Pan.
Yes
,
I
will
do
it
,
and
suddenly
and
truly
.
Pym.
I
would
fain
behold
this
Prophet
.
Pan.
Now
I
have
you
.
And
I
shall
bring
you
where
you
shall
behold
him
,
Alone
too
,
and
unfurnish'd
of
Defences
:
That
shall
be
my
Care
;
but
you
must
not
betray
me
.
Pym.
Dost
think
we
are
so
base
?
Such
slavish
Rogues
?
Pan.
I
do
not
,
And
you
shall
see
how
fairly
I
'll
work
for
you
.
Pym.
I
must
needs
steal
that
Priest
,
Steal
him
,
and
hang
him
.
Pan.
Do
any
thing
to
remove
his
Mischiefs
,
strangle
him
.
Pym.
Come
,
Prithee
.
Pan.
You
'll
offer
me
no
foul
Play.
The
Vault
is
dark
.
Pym.
'T
was
well
remembred
.
Pan.
And
you
may
�
.
But
I
hold
you
honest
.
Pym.
Honest
enough
,
I
'll
warrant
thee
.
Pan.
I
am
but
a
poor
weak
Wench
;
and
what
with
the
Place
,
And
your
Perswasion
Sir
,
�
But
I
hope
you
will
not
.
You
know
we
are
often
Cozen'd
.
Pym.
If
thou
dost
fear
me
,
Why
dost
thou
put
me
in
mind
?
Pan.
To
let
you
know
,
Sir
,
Though
it
be
in
your
Power
,
and
things
sitting
to
it
,
Yet
a
true
Gentleman
�
Pym.
I
know
what
he
'll
do
?
Come
,
and
remember
me
,
and
I
'll
answer
thee
;
I
'll
answer
to
the
full
:
wee
'll
call
at
the
Castle
,
And
then
,
my
good
guide
,
do
thy
Will
,
'
shalt
find
me
A
very
tractable
Man.
Pan.
I
hope
I
shall
,
Sir.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Bakam
,
Syana
,
and
Soldiers
.
Bak.
Let
my
Men
guard
the
Gates
.
Sya.
And
mine
the
Temple
,
For
fear
the
honour
of
our
Gods
shou'd
suffer
;
And
on
your
lives
be
watchful
.
Bak.
And
be
Valiant
,
And
le
ts
see
if
these
Portugals
dare
enter
,
What
their
high
hearts
dare
do
;
let
's
see
how
readily
The
great
Ruidias
will
redeem
his
Countryman
:
He
speaks
proud
Words
and
Threatens
.
Sya.
He
is
approv'd
,
Sir
,
And
will
put
fair
for
what
he
promises
:
I
cou'd
wish
friendlier
Terms
;
Yet
for
our
Liberties
,
and
for
our
Gods
,
We
are
bound
in
our
best
Services
,
Even
in
the
hazard
of
our
Lives
.
Enter
the
King
above
.
King.
Come
up
,
Princes
,
And
give
your
Counsels
,
and
your
helps
;
the
Fort
still
Plays
fearfully
upon
us
,
beats
our
buildings
,
And
turns
our
People
wild
with
fears
.
Bak.
Send
for
the
Prisoner
,
and
give
us
leave
to
argue
.
[
Ex.
Bakam
and
Syana
.
Enter
Ruidias
,
Emanuel
,
Christophero
,
Pedro
with
Soldiers
.
Rui.
Come
on
nobly
,
And
let
the
Fort
Play
still
:
we
are
strong
enough
To
look
upon
'em
,
and
return
at
pleasure
;
It
may
be
on
our
view
they
will
return
him
.
Eman.
How
the
People
stare
!
And
some
cry
,
some
pray
,
and
some
curse
heartily
;
But
it
is
the
King
�
�
Enter
Syana
,
Bakam
,
Quisara
,
Armusia
,
with
Soldiers
above
.
I
cannot
blame
their
Wisdom
.
They
are
all
above
,
Armusia
chain'd
and
bound
too
!
O
,
these
are
thankful
Squires
.
Bak.
Hear
Ruidias
:
Command
thy
Cannon
instantly
to
cease
,
No
more
to
trouble
the
afficted
People
,
Or
suddenly
Armusia's
head
goes
off
,
As
suddenly
as
said
:
Stay
and
be
Temperate
.
Arm.
Do
nothing
that
's
dishonourable
,
brave
Ruidias
;
Let
not
the
care
of
me
restrain
your
Valour
;
Pursue
'em
still
,
they
are
base
malicious
People
.
King.
Be
not
thus
desperate
.
Arm
:
I
scorn
your
courtesies
,
Strike
when
you
dare
,
a
fair
aim
guide
the
Gunner
,
And
may
he
still
let
fly
with
Fortune
.
Friend
,
Do
me
the
honour
of
a
Souldiers
Funeral
,
The
last
fair
Christian
Rites
,
see
me
i'th'ground
;
Then
make
these
Idol
Temples
burn
,
On
their
scorn'd
Gods
erect
my
Monument
;
Touch
not
the
Princess
,
as
you
are
a
Souldier
.
Quis.
Your
fate
,
Sir
,
must
be
mine
;
one
Life
,
one
Death
.
King.
Be
wise
,
and
beg
for
Truce
yet
.
Rui.
Let
our
Cannon
Answer
.
Shoot
again
.
King.
So
resolute
!
Draw
all
our
Forces
out
,
And
make
the
General
Assault
.
As
the
Guards
Sallv
,
they
are
met
by
Pymero
and
his
Party
,
who
bring
the
Governour
.
Pym.
No
,
no
,
go
on
;
Look
here
's
your
God
and
Prophet
.
King.
Heaven
,
I
'm
amaz'd
!
How
came
he
taken
?
Pym.
I
conjur'd
for
him
,
King
;
I
'm
a
sure
Cur
at
an
old
blind
Prophet
,
I
'll
hunt
you
such
a
false
Knave
admirably
,
A
Terrier
I
;
I
Earth'd
him
,
and
then
Snapt
him
.
Em.
By
your
good
favour
,
Sir
,
we
stole
him
,
Ev'n
from
the
next
Chamber
to
you
.
King.
I
am
amaz'd
at
these
mens
courage
,
Guards
,
Rescue
our
Prophet
first
,
then
storm
the
Fort.
Pym.
Come
,
come
,
begin
,
King
,
Begin
this
bloody
contest
,
when
you
please
,
Your
Minion
first
shall
go
to
th'
Dogs
:
And
yet
I
soorn
my
Sword
should
touch
the
Rascal
.
We
'll
tear
him
piece-meal
thus
before
you
�
Ha!
[
Pulls
of
the
Governours
false
Hair
and
Beard
.
King.
How
's
this
?
Art
thou
a
Prophet
?
What
a
dangerous
Mist
Have
I
been
wrapt
in
!
Noble
Ruidias
,
Our
strife
is
at
an
end
;
I
was
abus'd
,
My
dear
Armusia
,
O
my
injur'd
Sister
,
What
shall
I
urge
in
my
defence
?
Ruidias
,
Descend
in
peace
,
and
meet
me
,
on
a
Kings
word
.
King
and
his
Company
,
Ruidias
and
his
,
come
down
upon
the
Stage
.
Pym.
This
isa
precious
Prophet
!
Why
,
Don
Govenour
,
What
makes
you
here
?
how
long
have
you
taken
Orders
?
King.
I
can't
speak
for
wonder
.
Gov.
I
had
paid
you
all
,
But
Fortune
plaid
the
Jade
.
King.
Generous
Souls
!
Y'have
half
persuaded
me
to
be
a
Christian.
Once
more
,
Armusia
,
let
me
do
you
justice
.
Rui.
Which
I
,
Sir
,
needs
must
own
,
tho'
once
your
Rival
.
Arm.
Brave
Ruidias
,
You
have
in
Honour
started
now
beyond
me
,
'T
was
my
Ambition
but
to
quit
the
score
.
Rui.
And
Fortune
made
me
blest
with
the
occasion
.
King.
To
Prison
with
that
wretch
,
there
let
him
howl�
And
,
if
he
can
repent
,
sigh
out
his
Villanies
:
His
Island
we
shall
seize
into
our
Hands
,
His
Father
and
himself
have
both
usurpt
it
,
And
kept
it
by
Oppression
;
the
Town
and
Castle
(
In
which
I
lay
my self
most
miserably
,
Till
my
most
honourable
Friend
redeem'd
me
)
Signior
Pymero
,
I
bestow
on
you
;
The
rest
of
next
Command
upon
these
Gentlemen
,
And
on
you
all
,
my
Love.
Arm.
I
am
o'er-prest
with
Fortune
,
past
my
Merit
.
King.
Our
Court
and
Island
,
Sir
,
shall
share
your
Joy
;
Our
interests
are
one
;
let
Mirth
and
Triumph
,
And
Universal
gladness
freely
flow
.
What
ever
false
and
subtile
men
dare
cast
,
Just
Heav'n
on
Vertue
show'rs
rewards
at
last
.