MARIA

I know not which way to avoid em. I thank you. Good night. O heaven my fortune. Save me Bless me you better powers. Yare little better to disturb me now. Fie, fie, worthy friend, Fie noble sir. So preserve it, You know I am married now, for shame be civiller, Not all the earth shall make me. Take heed Frank How you divert that love to hate, go home prithee. Then I charge you Stand further off. We are betrayed, o Frank, Frank. A plot upon my honour To poison my fair name, a studied villainy, Farewell, as I have hope of peace, I am honest, I hear some voices this way. What new frights oppose me? I have herd that tongue. I know they both, but to prevent their ruins, Must not discover — — stay men most desperate; The mischief you are forward to commit Will keep me from my grave, and tie my spirit To endless troubles else. Hear me both, each wound you make Runs through my soul, and is a new death to me, Each threatening danger will affright my rest; Look on me Hartlove, and my kinsman view me; Was I not late in my unhappy marriage, Sufficient miserable? full of all misfortunes? But you must add with your most impious anger's Unto my sleeping dust this insolence? Would you teach time to speak eternally Of my disgraces; make Records to keep they, Keep them in brass? fight then, and kill my honour; Fight deadly both, and let your bloody swords, Through my revived, and reeking infamy (That never shall be purged) find your own ruins: Hartlove, I loved thee once, and hoped again In a more blessed love to meet thy spirit, If thou killest him, thou art a murderer, And murder shall never inherit heaven: My time is come, my concealed grave expects me, Farewell, and follow not, your feet are bloody, And will pollute my peace: I hope they are melted, This is my way sure. In Abehundis Madams. Her was toe many tings in Walls, know not the fashion in Londons; her was milk the Cows, make seeze and butters, and spin very well the Welsh freeze, her was Cook to to Mou taine cots, and sing very fine prittish tunes, was mage good ales and breds, and her know to dance on Sundays, marge you now Madams. Plesse us awl, why does that sentilman make such unders and mazements at her, I know her not. Will the sentillman hurt her, pray you be her defences, was have mad phisnomies, is her troubled with Lunatics in her praine pans, bless us awl. Her faces be our none I warrant her. Du Guin, was never thieves, and robberies; here is no sing in her hands warrant her. Haleggs? what does her speage hard urds to her, to make poor Guennith ridicles, was no mannerly sentilman to a buse her. Mariai, her name was Guenith, and good names, was poor else, woman maid, her have no fine kanags to madge her tricksy, yet in her own countries was held a fine ense her can tell her, and honest ense too, marg you that now, her can keep her little legs close enough warrant her. Du cat a whee. Poor Frank, How gladly would I entertain thy love, And meet thy worthy flame, but shame forbids me: If please her Ladyships dwell here with Guenneth, and learn to spin and carded ll, to mage flannells, and linseyes ulseis, shall tawg co'd urds to her Ladyships urships for her. The tears of true affection, woe is me, Oh cursed love that glories in maids Misery's, And true men's broken hearts. Wine your nyes pray you, though was porne in Walls among craggy rocks, and mountains, yet heart is soft, look you, hur can weep too, when her see men mage prinie tears and la mentations. Upon her life, you was mighty deal in love with some podies, your pale seeks and hollow nyes, and pantings upon her posome, know very well, because look you, her think her honest sentilman, you shall call her Maria. If her have necessities of a kiss, look you, dear is one in sarities. If her will come to morrow and tauge to her, her will tell her more of her meanings, and then if her be melancholy, her will sing her a Welch song too, to make her merries, but Guenneth was very honest; her was never love but one sentleman, and he was bear her great teale of goodills too, was marry one day, S. Davy her give her five pair of white gloves, if her will dance at her weddings. Your care may comfort me; But I despair of happiness. Hartlove, I dare not see him Have you pusinesse with her pray you? Was the sentleman afeard to declare his matters openly, here was no bodies was not very honest, if her Like not her er rands the better, was wist to kept her preathes to cool her porridges, can tell her that now for aule her private hearings, and tawgings. What is her meaning? Have boys lost her I ts and memories? plesse us aule. Alas, I am betrayed to new misfortunes. These words undo me more than my own grieses. If thou meanest Hartlove, thou dost wound me still, I have no life without his memory, Nor with it any hope to keep it long, Thou seest I walk in darkness Like a thief, That fears to see the world in his own shape, My very shadow frights me, 'tis a death To live thus, and not look day in the face, Away, I know thee not. Impossible. Do this, and be My better Angel. Dare you give this hand To this young gentleman, my heart goes with it. Be more temperate, Or I'll be Welsh again. I wait you. Good Sir hear me, What has been done, was the act of my obedience And not my will: forced from me by my parents, Now 'tis done, do as I do, bear it handsomely And if there can be more society Without dishonour to my tie of marriage Or place for noble love, I shall love you still, You had the first, the last, had my will prospered; You talk of little time of life: deer Frank, Certain I am not married for eternity, The joy my marriage brings tells me I am mortal And shorter lived then you, else I were miserable; Nor can the gold and ease his age hath brought me Add what I coveted, 'content, go with me, They seek a day of joy, prithee let's show it Though it beforced, and by this kiss believe me How ever, I must live at his command now, I'll die at yours. Nay pray unhand me. So your talk be honest And my untainted honour suffer not I'll walk a turn or two. You're most unmanly, yet I have some breath lest; And this steel to defend me, come not near me, For if you offer but another violence, As I have life I'll kill you, if I miss that, Upon my own heart will I execute, And let that fair belief out, I had of you. O. O. I am very cold, dead cold; Where am I? What's this? a Coffin? where have I been? Mercy defend me: Would, I do remember I was betrayed, and swooned; my heart akes, I am wondrous hungry too, dead bodies eat not; Sure I was meant for burial, I am frozen; Death, Like a cake of Ice dwells round about me, Darkness spreads over the world too, where? what path, Best providence direct me.