JAILER'S DAUGHTER

Nay most likely, for they are noble sufferers; I Marvel how they would have looked had they been Victor's, that with such a constant Nobility, enforce A freedom out of Bondage, making misery their Mirth, and affliction, a toy to jest at. No Sir, no, that's Palamon; Arcite is the Lower of the twain; you may perceive a partly Of him. It is a holiday to look on them: Lord, the Difference of men. Exeunt, Why should I love this Gentleman? 'Tis odds He never will aff ct me; I am base, My Father the mean Keeper of his Prison, And he a prince; To marry him is hopeless; To be his whore, is witless; Out upon't; What pushes are we wenches driven to When fifteen once has found us? First I saw him, I (seeing) thought he was a goodly man; He has as much to please a woman in him, (If he please to bestow it so) as ever These eyes yet looked on; Next, I pittled him, And so would any young wench That ever dreamed, or vowed her Maidenhead To a young handsome Man; Then I loved him, (Extreme y loved him) infinitely loved him; And yet he had a Cousin, fair as he too. But in my heart was Palamon, and there Lord, what a coil he keeps? To hear him Sing in and evening, what a heaven it is? And yet his Songs are sad-ones; Fairer spoken, Was never Gentleman. When I come in To bring him water in a morning, first He bows his noble body, then salutes me, thus: Fair, gentle May de, good morrow, may thy goodness, Get thee a happy husband; Once he kissed me, I loved my lips the better ten days after, Would he would do so every day; He grieves much, And me as much to see his misery. What should I do, to make him know I love him, For I would feign enjoy him? Say I ventured To set him free? what says the law then? Thus much For Law, or kindred: I will do it, And this night, or to morrow he shall love me. He h S mistook; the Beak I meant, is gone After his fancy, 'Tis now wellnigh morning, No matter, would it were perpetual night, And darkness Lord o'th world, Hark 'tis a wolf: In me hath grief slain fear, and but for one thing I care for nothing, and that's Palamon. I wreak not if the wolves would jaw me, so He had this File; what if I hallowd for him? I cannot hallow: ifI whooped; what then? If he not answeard, I should call a wolf, And do him but that service. I have herd Strange howls this livelong night, why may't not be They have made prey of him? he has no weapons, He cannot run, the Iengling of his Gives Might call fell things to listen, who have in them A sense to know a man unarmed, and can Smell where resistance is. I'll set it down He's torn to pieces, they howled many together And then they feed on him: So much for that, Be bold to ring the Bell; how stand I then? All's chared when he is gone, No, no Ilye, My Father's to be hanged for his escape, My self to beg, if I prized life so much As to deny my act, but that I would not, Should I try death by dussons: I am mop't, Food took I none these two days. Sipped some water. I have not closed mine eyes Save when my lids scoured off their bine; alas Dissolve my life, Let not my sense unsettle Least I should drown, or stab, or hang my self, Oh state of Nature, fail together in me, Since thy best props are warped: So which way now? The best way is, the next way to a grave: Each errant step beside is torment. Lo The Moon is down, the Cryckets chirp, the Schreichowl Calls in the dawn; all offices are done Save what I fail in: But the point is this And end, and that is all. I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too, The little Stars, and all, that look Like aglets: The Sun has seen my Folly: Palam n; Alas no; he's I heaven; where am I now? Yonder's the sea, and ther's a Ship; how't tumbles And ther's a Rock lies watching under water; Now, now, it beats upon it; now, now, now, Ther's a leak sprung, a found one, how they cry? Upon her before the wind, you'll lose all else: Up with a course or two, and take about Boys. Good night, good night, y'ar gone ; I am very hungry, Would I could find a fine would tell me from all parts o'th world, then would I make A Carecke of a Cockle shell, and sail By east and North East to the King of Pigmes, For he tells Fortune's rarely. Now my Father Twenty to one is trust up in a trice To morrow morning, I'll say never a word. For isle cut my coat, above my knee, Sing. And isle clip my yellow locks; and inch below mine eye. heigh, nonny, nonny, nonny, He's buy me a white Cut, forth for to ride And isle go seek him, throw the world that is so wide heigh nonny, nonny, nonny. Oh for a prick now Like a Nightingale, to put my breast Against. I shall sleep Like a Top else. I would be sorry else, Give me your hand. I can tell your fortune. You are a fool: rell ten, I have pozd him: Buz Friend you must eat no white bred, if you do Your teeth will bleed extremely, shall we dance ho? I know you, y'a a Tinker: Sirrah Tinker Stop no more holes, but what you should. I'll lead: May you never more the light, &c. Is not this a fine Song? I can king twenty more. Yes truly can I, I c n sing the Broom, And Bony Robin. Are not you a tailor? Where's my wedding Gown? Do, very rarely, I must be abroad else To call the Maids, and pay the Minstrels For I must lose my Maidenhead by cocklight 'Twill never that ive else. Good'ev'n, good men, pray did you ever hear Of one young Palamon? Is't not a fine young Gentleman? Oh, is he so? you have a Sister. But she shall never have him, tell her so, For a trick that I know, y'had best look to her, For if she see him once, she's gone, she's done, And undone in and hour. All the young Maids Of our Town are in love with him, but I laugh at'em And let they all alone, Is't not a wise course? There is at least two hundred now with child by him, There must befowre; you I keep close for all this, Close as a Cockle; and all these must be Boys, He has the trick on't, and at ten years old They must be all for , And sing the wars of Thesem. As ever you herd, but say nothing. They come from all parts of the Dukedom to him, I'll warrant you, he had not so few last night As twenty to dispatch, he'll tickl't up In two hours, if his hand be in. Come hither, you are a wise man. You are mafter of a Ship? Where's your Cömpasse? Set it too'th North. And now direct your conrse to'th wood, where Palamon Lies longing for me; For the Tackling Let me alone; Come weigh my hearts, cheerly. What kennest thou? Bear for it master: take about: I have forgotten it quite; The burden o'nt, was down A down a, and pend by no worse man, then Girald, Emilia's Schoolmaster; he's as Fantastical too, as ever he may go upon's legs, For in the next world will Dido see Palamon, and Then will she be out of love with . Now for this Charm, that I told you of, you must Bring a piece of silver on the tip of your tongue, Or no feiry: then if it be your chance to come where The blessed spirits, as the'rs a sighed now; we maids That have our Livers, perished, crakt to pieces with Love, we shall come there, and do nothing all day long But pick flowers with Proserpine, then will I make Palamon a Nosegay, then let him mark me, — then. Lords and Courtiers, that have God maids with Child, they are in this place, they shall stand in fire up to the Nav'le, and in ice up to'th heart, and there offending partly burns, and the deceiving partly freezes; in troth a very gree vous punishment, as one would think, for such a Trifle, be leave me one would marry a leprous witch, to be rid on't I'll assure you. To hear there a proud Lady, and a proud City wiffe, howl together: I were a beast and ill call it good sport: one cries, oh this smoke, another this fire; One cries, oh, that ever I did it behind the arras, and then howls; th'other curses a suing fellow and her garden house. . I will be true, my stars, my fate, &c. How do you Like him? You never saw him dance? I have often. He dances very finely, very comely, And for a Jig, come cut and long tail to him, He turns you Like a Top. He'll dance the Morris twenty mile and hour, And that will founder the best hobbyhorse (If I have any skill) in all the parish, And gallops to the turn of Light a'love, What think you of this horse? Alas that's nothing. A very fair hand, and casts himself th'accounts Of all his hay and provender: That Hostler Must rise betime that cozens him; you know The Chestnut Mare the Duke has? She is horribly in love with him, poor beast, But he is Like his master coy and scornful. Some two hundred Bottles, And twenty strike of Oa S; but he'll never have h He lisps in's neighing able to entice A Millars Mare, H l be the death of her. Yours to command ith way of honesty; How far is't now to'th end o'th world my Master's? Will you go with m ? Why play at stool ball. What is there else to do? 'Tis true For there I will assure you, we shall find Some blind Priest for the purpose, that will venture To marry us, for here they are nice, and foolish; Beside my father must be hanged to morrow And that would be a blot i'th Are not you Palamon? Yes, but you care not for me; I have nothing But this poor petticoat, and too corpse Smocks. Will you surely? We'll to bed then. Oh Sir, you would feign be nibbling. 'Tis a sweet one, And will perfume me finely against the wedding. Is not this your Cousin Arcite? Do you think he'll have me? Do you think so too? We shall have many children: Lord, how y'ar grown, My Palamon I hope will grow too finely Now he's at liberty: Alas poor Chicken He was kept down with hard meat, and ill lodging But isle kiss him up again. And shall we kiss too? And twenty. And then we'll sleep together. But you shall not hurt me. If you do (Love) isle cry. Let all the Dukes, and all the devils roar, He is at liberty: I have ventured for him, And out I have brought him to a little wood A mile hence, I have sent him, where a Cedar Higher than all the rest, spreads Like a plane Fast by a Brook, and there he shall keep close, Till I provide him Files, and food, for yet His iron bracel ts are not off. Oh Love What a stout hearted child thou art! My Father Durst better have endured cold iron, than done it: I love him, beyond love, and beyond reason, Or wit, or safety: I have made him know it I care not, I am desperate, If the law Find me, and then condemn me for't; some wenches, Some honest hearted Maids, will sing my Dirge. And tell to memory, my death was noble, Dying almost a Martyr: That way he takes, I purpose is my way too: Sure he cannot Be so unmanly, as to leave me here, If he do, Maids will not so easily Trust men again: And yet he has not thanked m For what I have done: no not so much as kissed me, And that (me thinks) is not so well; not scarcely Could I persuade him to become a Freeman, He made such scruples of the wrong he did To me, and to my Father. Yet I hope When he considers more, this love of mine Will take more root within him: Let him do What he will with me, so he use me kindly, For use me so he shall, or isle proclaim him And to his face, noman: I'll presently Provide him necessaries, and pack my clothes up, And where there is a path of ground I'll venture So h be with me; By him, Like a shadow I'll ever dwell; been Thy hour the whoobub Will be all over the prison: I am then Kissing the man they look for: farewell Father; Get many more such prisoners, and such daughters, And shortly you may keep your self. No to him: Cornets in sundry places. Noise and hallowing as people a May king: I thank him for his gen le patience, He's a kind Gentleman, and I am much bound to him, Did you never see the horse he gave me? These strewings are for their Chamber; 'tis pity they Are in prison, and twer pity they should be out: I Do think they have patience to make any adversity Ashamed; the prison it self is proud of they; and They have all the world in their Chamber. It seems to me they have no more sense of their Captivity, then I of ruling Athens: they eat Well, look merrily, discourse of many things, But nothing of their own restraint, and disasters: Yet sometime a divided sighs, martyred as twer I'th deliverance, will break from one of them. When the other presently gives it so sweet a rebuke, That I could wish my self a Sighs to be so chid, Or at least a Sigher to be comforted. Faith isle tell you, sometime we go to Barley break, We of the blessed; alas, 'tis a soar life they have i'th Tother place, such burning, frying, boiling, hissing, Howling, chattering, cursing, o they have shroud Measure, take heed; if one be mad, or hang or Drown themselves, thither they go, Jupiter bless Us, and there shall we be put in a Caldron of Led, and Usurers grease, amongst a whole million of Cutpurses, and there boil Like a Gamon of Bacon That will never be enough. By my troth, I think Fame but stammers they, they doers. Stand a greise above the reach of report. Or a Conjurer: raise me a devil now, and let him play