ACTON

To partly you it were sin. For what? for what? Pawn me some gold of that. 'Tis a match, 'tis done, And other hundred pound upon your Dogs, Dare you Sir Charles ? A match. Be stirring early with the Lark to morrow, I'll rise into my saddle ere the sun Rise from his bed. It holds on all sides, come to night lets dance Early to morrow lets prepare to ride, We had need be three hours up before the Bride. A hundred pound from me. My Hawk killed to. Judgement my masters. I grant it not: mine likewise ceazd a fowl Within her talents, and you saw her pause Full of the feathers, both her petty singles, And her long singles, gripped her more that n other, The terri ls of her legs were stained with blood; Not of the Foul only, she did discomfit, Some of her feathers, but she brake away, Come, come, your Hawk is but a rifler. How? You stir my blood. How Knight? Why, say I did? Not in this, now isle strike home. All they that love Sir Francis follow me. Again to prison, Malby hast thou seen, A poor slave better tortured: shall we hear The music of his voice cry from the grate Meat for the Lord sake: no, no, yet I am not Thoroughly revenged: they say he hath a pretty wench Unto his sister, shall I in mercy sake To him and to his kindred bribe the fool, To shame her self by lewd dishonest lust, I'll proffer largely, but the deed being done I'll smile to see her base confusion. Would, would, now I will flout her poverty, Deride her Fortune's, scoff her base estate, My very soul the name of Mountford hates. But stay, my heart, or what a look did fly To strike my soul through with thy piercing eye, I am enchanted, all my spirits are fled, And with one glance my envious spleen stroke dead. Oh chased and fair. Was she not fair, or else this Judging ei Cannot distinguish beauty. She was and Angel in a mortals shape, And never descended from old Mountford's line. But soft, soft, let me call my wits together, A poor, poor wench, to my great adversary Sister, whose very souls denounce stern war One against other, how now Frank turned fool, Or madman, whither, but no master of My perfect senses and directest wits, Then why should I be in this violent humour Of passion, and of love, and with a person So different every way, and so opposed In all contractions and still warring actions: Fie, fie, how I dispute against my soul, Come, come, I'll gain her, or in her fair quest Purchase my soul free and immortal rest. Exeunt. Oh you are a stranger master Cranwel you, And often balk my house: faith you are a Churl, Now we have supped, a table and to cards. She is poor, I'll therefore tempt her with this gold. Go Malby in my name deliver it, And I will stay thy answer. Stay, Lady stay. She hates my name, my face, how should I woe? I am disgra st in every thing I do. The more she hates me, and disdains my love, The more I am wrapped in admiration Of her divine and chased perfections. Woo her with gifts, I cannot: for all gifts, Sent in my name she spurns. With looks I cannot, For she abhors my sighed. Nor yet with letters, For none she will receive. How then? how then? Well I will fasten such a kindness on her, As shall recome her hate and conquer it. Sir Charles her Brother lies in execution For a great sum of money, and beside The appeal is sued still for my Huntsman's death. Which only I have power to reverse, In her I'll bury all my hate of him, Go seek the keeper Malby, bring me to him: To save his body I his debts will pay, To save his life, I his appeal will stay. Exeunt Good morrow brother, good morrow gentlemen, God that hath laid this cross upon our heads, Might had he pleased have made our cause of meeting On a more fair and a more contented ground, But he that made us, made us to this woe. SOme music there, none led the Bride a dance? Music ho, By your leave Sister, by your Husbands leave I should have said, the hand that but this day Was given you in the Church I'll borrow: Found, This marriage music hoists me from the ground. I'll have you dance to, Brother. A perfect wife already, meek and patient: How strangely the word husband fits your mouth, Not married three hours since sister, 'tis good, You that begin betimes thus, must needs prove Pliant and duteous in your husbands love, Godamercies Brother wrought her to it already, Sweet Husband, and a courtesy the first day, Mark this, mark this, you that are Bachelors, And never took the grace of honest man, Mark this against you marry, this one phrase, In a good time that man both wins and woes, That takes his wife down in her wedding shoes. We keep you here to long good brother Franckford, Into the hall. Away, go, cheer your guests? What, Bride, and Bridegroom both withdrawn at once? I you be missed, the guests will doubt their welcome, And charge you with unkindness? I would he were in earnest. Stern heart, relent Thy former cruelty, at length repent; Was ever known in any former age, Such honourable wres worser courtesy, Lands, honours, lines, and all the world forgo Rather then stand ingagde to such a foe. Alas mine is yours, we are alike in state, Lets knit in love what was proposed in hate; Come, for our Nuptials we will strait provide, Blessed only in our brother and fair bride. Exeunt. Brother, and now my wife, I think these troubles Fallen on my he worser, by Justice of the heaveus, For being so strict to y u in your extremity , But we are now attonde, I would my sister Could with Like happiness, oh `recome her griefs, As we Have ours. Oh that same villain Wendoll, was his tongue That did corrupt her, she was of her self . Chaste and devoted well. Is this the house? My brother Franckford showed too mild a spirit In the revenge of such a loathed crime; Less e then he did, no man of spyrit could do, I am so far from blaming his revenge That I commend it: had it been my case Their souls at once had from their breasts been freed, Death to such deeds of shame is the endue meed. You overcome me in your love sir Charles, I cannot be so cruel to a Lady I love so de rely, since you have not spared To engage your reputation to the world, Your sister honour which you prize so deer, Nay, all the comforts which you hold on earth To grow out of my debt being your foe, Your honoured thoughts, oe thus I recompense Your metamorphisd foe, receives your guist In satisfaction of all former wrongs This Jewel I will wear, here in my heart, And where before I thought her for her wants Too base to be my Bride, to end all strife, I seal you my deer brother, her my wife. How: Mountford with his sister hand in hand, What Miracles a foot? Is she so weak in body? How do you f el your self? Peace with thee Nan: Brother's and Gentlemen, All we that can plead interest in her grief Bestow upon her body funeral tears; Brother, had you with threats and usage bade, Punished her sin, the grief of her offence Had not with such true sorrow tutcht her heart. O master Frankfurt all the near alliance, I loos by her, shall be supplied in thee, you ar my br there by the nearest way, Her kindred hath fallen off, but yours does stay.