_Val._ The Vessel dancing under him for joy, And the rough whistling winds becalm'd to view him; I saw the child of honour, for he was young, Deal such an Alms amongst the spightful Pagans, His towring sword flew like an eager Falkon, And round about his reach invade the _Turks_, He had intrencht himself in his dead quarries; The silver Crescents on the tops they carried Shrunk in their heads to see his rage so bloody, And from his fury suffered sad eclipses; The game of death was never plaid more nobly, The meager thief grew wanton in his mischiefs, And his shrunk hollow eyes smil'd on his ruines. _Evan._ Heaven keep this Gentleman from being a Suitor, For I shall ne'r deny him, he's so noble. _Val._ But what can last long? strength and spirit wasted, And fresh supplies flew on upon this Gentleman, Breathless and weary with oppression, And almost kill'd with killing, 'twas my chance In a tall Ship I had to view the fight; I set into him, entertain'd the _Turk_, And for an hour gave him so hot a breakfast, He clapt all linnen up he had to save him, And like a Lovers thought he fled our fury; There first I saw the man I lov'd, _Valerio_, There was acquainted, there my soul grew to him, And his to me, we were the twins of friendship. _Evan._ Fortune protect this man, or I shall ruine him. _Val._ I made this voyage to behold my friend, To warm my love anew at his affection; But since I landed, I have heard his fate: My Father's had not been to me more cruel, I have lamented too, and yet I keep The treasure of a few tears for you Lady, For by description you were his _Evanthe_. _Evan._ Can he weep that's a stranger to my story? And I stand still and look on? Sir, I thank ye; If noble spirits after their departure, Can know, and wish, certain his soul gives thanks too; There are your tears again, and when yours fail, Sir, Pray ye call to me, I have some store to lend ye. Your name? _Val. Urbino_. _Evan._ That I may remember, That little time I have to live, your friendships, My tongue shall study both. _Fred._ Do you come hither, only to tell this story, Prince _Urbino_? _Val._ My business now is, Sir, to woo this Lady. _Evan._ Blessing defend ye; do you know the danger? _Val._ Yes, and I fear it not, danger's my play-fellow, Since I was man 'thas been my best companion, I know your doom, 'tis for a Moneth you give her, And then his life you take that marries her. _Fred._ 'Tis true, nor can your being born a Prince, If you accept the offer, free you from it.