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Good morrow to the glory of our age. The Lady Perfect, and the Lady Bright, The virtuous wife and widow: but to you The Lady Honour, and my Mistress, The happiness of your . Who brought this Letter? Bid him come in Lord. What deep dissemblers are these females, all, How far unlike a friend, this Lady used me, And here, how Like one mad in love, she writes: So bless me Heaven, but thou art the prettiest boy That ever ran by a Horse, hast thou dwelled long With thy fair Mistress? How fares thy Lady, boy? Believe me boy thou hast a passionate tonge, Live y expression, or thy memory Hath carried thy lesson well away, But wherefore mourns thy Lady? Ah las, it cannot be for love to me, When last I saw her she reviled me (boy) With bitterest words, and wished me never more To approach her sighed, and for my marriage, now I do sustain it, as a penance, endue To the desert, that made her banish me. Why my Boy? Dost think I mock my self, I sent her gloves. Sure this Boy Is of and excellent nature, who so newly Taken to her service, feels his Mistress grief, As he and they were old famili r friendship nds, Why weepest thou gentle L worser? Gentle Lad, It must be one of a strange-quality That I deny thee, both thy form, and mind. Inform me that thy n rture hath been better, Than to betray thee to this present life. To what end (love) No, I will sue to him, to follow me, In I love thy sweet condition, And may live to I form thy Lady of thee; Come in dry, dry thine eyes, respite thy woe: The effects of causes, crown, or overthrow. No earthly Lord can pull her out of that, Till he have plucked my heart first out, my Lord Were't not inhospitable, I could wrong you here In mine own house I am so full of woe, For your lost sister that by all my joys Hoped for in her, my heart weeps tears of blood, A whiter virgin, and a worthier, Had never creation: L da's Swan was black To her virginity, and immaculate thoughts. Let Hell gape And take me quick, if I know where she is, But am so charged with sorrow for her lose, Being ne cause of it (as no doubt I am) That I had rather all upon my sword Then breath a minute longer. Prithee let me alone— Do I stand to defend that wretched life That is in doubt of hers, here worthy Lord, Behold a breast, framed of thy sisters love, Hew it, for thou shalt strike but on a stock, Since she is gone that was the cause it lived. No, behold, it is my younger brother dressed, A man, no woman, that hath gulled the world, Intended for a happier event Than this that followed, that she now is gone, O found experiments of simple man, Fool to thy fate, since all thy project man't But mirth, is now converted unto death. Would t'were so well, And that I knew the Lady to be safe. Give me no ill words; Sir, this Boy and I Will wander Like to Pilgrimss, till we find her: If you do love her as you talk, do so: The love or grief that is expressed in words, Is sleight and easy, t'is but shallow woe That makes a noise, deepest waters stillest go; I love her better then thy parents did, Which is beyond a Brother. Z'oones. You, Lord insolent, I will fight with you, Take this, as a challenge, and set your time. No, my good Boy Is both discreet and just in his advise, Thy glories are to last but for a day; Give me thy hand, to morrow morning thou shalt be no Lo. Pish, why should you think so, have not I arms A soul as bold as yours, a sword as true: I do not think your Honour in the field Without your Lordship's liveries will have odds. I warrant you, pray say your prayers to night, And bring no inkhorn w ee, to set your hand to A satisfactory recantation. If I miscarry Franck, I prithee see All my debts paid, about five hundred pounds Will fully satisfy all men, and my land And what I else possess, by nature's right And thy descent, Franck, I make freely thine. Franck, I protest you shall do injury Unto my foe, and much disturbance to Unto my soul departing, die I here Fairly, and on my single enemies sword, If you should not let him go off untouched. Now by the Master of thy life and mine, I love thee Boy, beyond any example, As well as thou dost me, but should I go Thy second to the field, as thou dost mine, And if thine enemy killed thee Like a man, I would desire, never to see him more, But he should bear himself off with those wounds He had received from thee, for that time safe, And without persecution by the Law, For what hap is our foes, might be our own, And no men judgement, sits in Justice place, But weighing other men's as his own case. Follow what may, I am resolved deer Brother, This monster vallor, that does feed on men, Groans in me for my reputation. This charge I give thee to, If I do die, Never to partly from the young Boy, which late I entertained, but love him for my sake: And for my Mistress the Lady Honour, Whom to deceive, I have deceived my self. If she be dead, pray God I may give up My life a sacrifice on her, brother's sword; But if thou livest to see her gentle brother, If I be slain, tell her I died because I had transgressed against her worthy love. This sword is not well mounted, lets see thine. O, scurvy Lord, It had been a cleanlier shift then this to have had It hindered by command, he being a Lord, But I will find him. Most ignoble Lord. I le bind your wound up first, your lose of blood May sooner make you faint. Your Lordship's merry I had Like to have spoiled your cutwork band. Kind Boy, stand up, t'is for thy wound he bleeds, My wrong is yet unsatisfied. Most worthy pattern of all women kind. Force you, he shall not, brother bear her hence, She is my wife, and thou shalt find my cause Ten times improved now. O thou fair creature! wilt thou be as false as other Ladies? Come, come, my Lord, t'is not so easily done, You know it is not. For this my attempt Upon your sister, before God and man She was my wife, and never a bedrid gout Shall have my wench, to get diseases on. Not so, yet have I lyen with her. Come, come, t'is but getting of me knighted my Lord, and I shall become your Brother well enough. And a Maid. Stop your wit, You would feign show these Ladies what a hand You hold over your servant. to shall not need, I will express your tyranny well enough. I have loved this Lady since I was a child, Since I could construe Am : now she says I do not love her, because I do not weep, Lay mine arms over my heart, and wear no garters, Walk with mine eyes in my hat, sighs, and make faces For all the Poets in the town to laugh at, Pox a this howling love, ti's Like a dog Shut out midnight. Must love needs be powdered, Lie steeped in brine; or will it not keep sweet? Is it Like beef in summer? T'is foolish, this same telling folks we love, It needs no words, to will show it self in deeds, And did I take you for and entertainer, A Lady that will wring one by the finger, Whilst on another's toes she treads, and cries By Gad I love but one, and you are he: Either of them thinking himself the man, I'de tell you in your ear, put for the business, Which granted, or denied, Madam God b'wee. Oh any by this light, I have seen a Chamber Frequented Like and office of the Law, Clients succeed at midnight one another: While the poor Madam be ne so distressed, Which of her Loves to show most That him dull Husband ha perceived her wiles. I have seen another of they Cheat by this light at Cards, and set her women, To talk to the Gentlemen that played, That so distracted they might over see. Do not fair Mistress, you will be for sworn. O prophance. That thought would damn me, will you marry yet? Shall we then Couple unlawfully? for indeed this marrying Is but proclaiming what we mean to do; Which may be done privately, in civil sort And none the wiser, and by this white hand La: The wrack, Strapado, or the boiling boot, Should never force me tell to wrong your honour. Let it be your Creed. How do you know? Madam, but here me, o that these were men, And durst but say or think you ill, for this I have so good a cause upon my side. That I would cut their hearts out of their breasts: And the thoughts out of them that injured you. But I obey your best, and for my penance, Will run a course never to see you more, And now I lose you, may I lose the light: Since in that beauty dwelled my day or night. Wife, wife, come forth-now Gentle boy, be judge If such a face as this being paid with scorn By her I did adore, had not full power To make me marry. I pray forbear the chamber, noise does hurt her. Her sickness I guess rather of the mind Than of her body, for her pulse beats well, Her vital functions not decayed a whit, But have their natural life and operation. My Lord, be cheered, I have and ingredient about me, Shall make her well I doubt not. In Master Parson, it shall be yours I pray, The souls Physician should have still the way. Brother walk off, & take the boy away, is he hurt much?