LIONEL

What was he? It was well done. Let such keep, the Country where their charge is. And visit us when we command them thence, Not search into our counsels. Who in my father's absence should command, Save I his only son? For am not I now Lord? Well remembered, This night I have a purpose to be Merry, Jovial and Frolic, how does our cash hold out? Then my heart's still light. Let me have to Supper, Let me see, a Duck— A Capon— Green Plover, Snite, Partridge, Lark, Cock, and Phessant. Yes, wait thy self at Table. Nor my friends. Caviar, Sturgeon, Anchoues, pickle Oysters: Yes, And a Potato Pie; beside all these, What thou thinkest rare and costly. No Butchers meat, Of that, beware in any case. You will be gone sir. To what may young men best compare themselves? Better to what, then to a house new built? The Fabric strong, the Chambers well contrived, Polished within, without, well beautified; When all that gaze upon the Edifice, Do not alone commend the workman's craft, But either make it their fair president By which to built another, or at least, Wish there to inhabit: Being set to sale, In comes a slothful Tenant, with a Family As lazy and deboshed; Rough tempests rise, Untile the roof, which by their idleness, Left unrepaired, the stormy showers Beatrice in, Rot the main Posts and Rafters, spoil the Rooms, Deface the Seelings, and in little space, Bring it to utter Ruin, yet the fault, Not in the Architector that first reared it, But him that should repair it: So it fares With us young men; We are those houses made, Our Parents raise these Structures, the foundation Laid in our Infancy; and as we grow In years, they strive to built us by degrees, Story on story higher; up at height, They cover us with Council, to defend us From storms without: they polish us within, With Learning's, Knowledge, Arts and Diseiplines; All that is nought and vicious, they sweep from us, Like Dust and Cobwebs, and our Rooms concealed, Hang with the costliest hangings; Bout the Walls, Emblems and beauteous Symbols pictured round; But when that lazy Tenant, Love, steps in, And in his Train, brings Sloth and Negligence, Lust, Disobedience, and profuse Excess; The Thrist with which our father's tiled our Roofs, Submits to every storm and Winter's blast, And yielding place to every riotous sin, Gives way without, to ruin what's within: Such is the state I stand in. O here's that Hail, Shower, Tempest, Storm, and Gust, That shattered hath this building; Let in Lust, Intemperance appetite to Vice; withal, Neglect of every Goodness; Thus I see, How I am sinking in mine own disease, Yet can I not abide it. Let me not live, but she speaks nought but truth, And isle for that reward her. May I miscarry in my Blanda's love; If I that old damnation, do not send To Hell, before her time. My parsemony shall begin in thee, And instantly, for from this hour, I vow, That thou no more shalt Drink upon my cost, Nor taste the smallest Fragment from my Board; I'll see thee starve ith' street first. Those Rags, be thy Reward; O my sweet Blanda, Only for Thee, I wish my Father dead, And near to Rouse us from our Sweet delight; But for this Hag, this Beldame, she whose back, Hath made her Items, in my Mercers Books, Whose raucnous Guts, I have Stuffed with Delicates, Nay even to Surfeit; And whose frozen Blood, I have Warmed with Aquavitae; Be this day My last of Bounty, to a Wretch Ingrate, But unto Thee, a new Indenture Scaled, Of and affection fixed, and Permanent, I'll love thee still, be it but to give the lie, To this old Cankered Worm. With thee, my Soul shall ever be at peace, But with this love seducer, still at War. Open but thy lips again, it makes a way, To have thy Tongue plucked out. Yes, and the Storm, raised by that Witches Spells. O it's a Damned Enchantress. Had you but herd, The damned Erroneous Doctrine that she taught, You would have judged her to the Stake. You have prevailed, But upon this Condition, no way else, I'll Sensure her, as she hath Sentenced thee; But with some small Inversion, Now, hold up? Her hand, I mean; And now 'e thee, According to thy Council given to her: Sail by one Wind; Thou shalt, to one tune Sing, Lie at one Guard, and Play but on one String, Henceforth, I will Confine thee to one Garment, And that shall be a cast one, Like thy self Just, passed all Wearing, as thou passed all Use, And not to be renewed, til't be as Ragged, As thou art Rotten. That for her Habbit. To prevent Sursit, They Diet, sha I be to one Dish confined, And that too Rifled, with as unclean hands, As ere were laid on thee. That shall be the refuse of the Flagons, Iaoks, And Snuffs, such as the naftieft Breathes shall leave; Of Wine, and Strong-water, never hope, Henceforth to Smell. If I sinc e in my State, of all the rest, Be thou excused, what thou proposed to her, Beldame, is now against thy self decreed, Drink from dry springs, from empty, Knapsacks fe de. Take her hence. Yes to her, Only of purpose, to be kind to thee; Are any of my Guests come? What, and Music? We shall have Songs then? And Wenches? Enter then: In Youth there is a Fate, that sways us still. To know what's Good, and yet pursue what's Ill. We had a stormy night on't. Now it's a Calm, Thanks to those gentle Seagods, that have brought us To this safe Harbour; Can you tell their names? The dreadful God of Seas, Upon whose back near stuck March flees. These are the Marine gods, to whom my father In his long voyage prays too; Cannot they That brought us to our Haven, bury him In their Abyss? For if he safe arrive, I with these Sailors, Sire's, and what not, Am sure here to be shipwracked. A main for England, See, see, The Spaniard now strikes Sail. Here man, speak, the News? What? Why, what of him? Where? Upon what coast? Who saw him? O Heaven, what shall I do then? Arise, I say, My Father's come from Sea. But whither? But into the self same house That harbours him; my Father's, where we all Attend from him surpriseall. To this house? And thou and I to leave them? And so thou Meanest to escape alone? Nothing else? It's my charge; Remains there nothing else? Me and my hope, I in this Key deliver To thy safe trust. But tell me, how shall we dispose our selves? We are as far to seek now, as the first; What is it to repreeve us for few hours, And now to suffer, better had it been At first, to have stood the trial, so by this, We might have passed our . Honest rog e. No Brain left? Nay, tell us what to trust too. Bravely spoke. And die in't. May good Speed Attend thee still. (Impudent ) But Reignald, he not only does demi it, But offers to depose Himself and Servants, No such thing ever was. This is my Friends one I loved, Only because they have been deer to him That now will strive to be more deer to you; Vouchsafe their pardon. If I have here But any Friend amongst you, join with me In this petition. A Woman's qualm, Frailties that are inherent to her sex, Soon sick, and soon recovered. Before you chide, first here me, next your Blessing, That on my knees I beg; I have but done, Like misspent youth, which after wit deer bought, Turns his Eyes inward, sorry and ashamed; These things in which I have offended most, Had I not proved, I should have thought them still Essential things, delights perdureable; Which now I find mere Shadows, Toys and Dreams, Now hated more then erst I doted on; Best Nature's, are soonest wrought on; Such was mine; As I the offences, So the offenders throw Here at your feet, to punish as you please; You have but paid so much as I have wasted, To purchase to your self a thrifty Son; Which I from henceforth, Vow. A joust Condition, and willingly subscribed to. Then a Turkey—