Alcade. I ne’er beheld a beauty more complete. Mullisheg. Thou hast inflamed our spirits. In England born? Alcade. The captain so reported. Mullisheg. How her ship? Alcade. I never saw a braver vessel sail. And she is called the Negro. Mullisheg. Ominous, Perhaps, to our good fate: she in a Negro Hath sailed thus far, to bosom with a Moor. But for the motion made to come ashore, How did she relish that? Alcade. I promised to the captain large reward, To win him to it, and this day he hath promised To bring me her free answer. Mullisheg. When he comes, Give him the entertainment of a prince. [_Enter a_ Moor. The news with thee? Moor. The captain of the Negro craves admittance Unto your highness’ presence. Mullisheg. A guard attend him, and our noblest bashaws Conduct him safe where we will parley him. _Flourish. Enter_ Captain Goodlack _and_ Roughman. Goodlack. Long live the high and mighty King of Fez! Mullisheg. If thou bring’st her, then dost thou bring me life. Say, will she come? Goodlack. She will, my lord; but yet conditionally, She may be free from violence. Mullisheg. Now, by the mighty prophet we adore, She shall live lady of her free desires: ’Tis love, not force, must quench our amorous fires. Roughman. We will conduct her to your presence straight. [_Exeunt_ Roughman _and_ Goodlack. Mullisheg. We will have banquets, revels, and what not, To entertain this stranger. [_Hautboys. Re-enter_ Captain Goodlack _and_ Roughman, _with_ Bess Bridges, _veiled_, Fawcett, _and_ Moors.] A goodly presence!--Why’s that beauty veiled? Bess. Long live the King of Fez. Mullisheg. I am amazed! This is no mortal creature I behold, But some bright angel, that is dropped from Heaven, Sent by our prophet.--Captain, let me thus Embrace thee in my arms.--Load him with gold, For this great favour. Bess. Captain, touch it not.-- Know, King of Fez, my followers want no gold. I only came to see thee for my pleasure, And show thee, what these say thou never saw’st, A woman born in England. Mullisheg. That English earth may well be termed a Heaven, That breeds such divine beauties. Make me sure That thou art mortal by one friendly touch. Bess. Keep off: for, till thou swear’st to my demands, I will have no commerce[2.61] with Mullisheg, But leave thee as I came. Mullisheg. Were’t half my kingdom, That, beauteous English virgin, thou shalt have. Bess. [_Hands_ Goodlack _a paper_.] Captain, read. Goodlack. [_Reads_.] “First, liberty for her and hers to leave the land at her pleasure. Next, safe-conduct to and from her ship, at her own discretion. Thirdly, to be free from all violence, either by the king or any of his people. Fourthly, to allow her mariners fresh victuals aboard. Fifthly, to offer no further violence to her person than what he seeks by kindly usage and free entreaty.”