WENDOLL

Ten Angels on sir Francis Actons Hawk: As much upon his Dogs. I but our Merlin first hath plummed the fowl, And twice renewed her from the river to, Her bells Sir Francis had not both one weight, Nor was one semitune above the other, Methinks these Milan bells do found too full, And spoil the mounting of your Hawk. you knew the match made betwixt Sir Francis Acton and Sir Charles Mountford. The matches were both played. Sir Francis your wives brother had the worst, And lost the wager. Oh Lord sir, I shall never deserve it? I am a villain, if I apprehend But such a thought, then to attempt the deed: Slave, thou art damned without redemption; I'll driven away this passion with a song, A song, would, would, a song as if found man Thy eyes could swim in laughter, when thy soul Lies drenched and drowned in read tears of blood. I e pray, and see if God within my heart Plant better thoughts? why prayers are meditations, And when I meditate o God forgive me It is on her divine perfections. I will forget his, I will arm my self Not to entertain a thought of love to her, And when I come by chance into his presence I'll would e these bals until my eyestrings crack, From being pulled and drawn to look that way, Oh, God? Oh, God? with what a violence I am hurried to my own destruction, There goest thou the most perfectest man That ever England bred a Gentleman, And shall I wrong his bed, thou God of Thunder, Stay in thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath, Thy great Almighty, and all Judging hand, From speedy execution on a villain, A villain, and a Traitor to his friend. He does maintain me, he allows me largely Money to spend? This kindness grows of no alliance betwixt us. I never bound him to be by desert, Of a mere stranger, a poor Gentleman, A man by whom in no kind he could gain. He hath placest me in the height of all his thoughts, Made me companion with the best and chiefest In Yorkshire: he cannot eat without me, Nor laugh without me, I am to his body As necessary as his digestion, And equally do make him whole or sick, And shall I wrong this man? base man, ingrate, Hast thou the power strait with thy ory hands To rip thy Image from his bleeding heart? To scratch thy name from out the holy book Of his remembrance, and to wound his name, That holds thy name so deer, or rend his heart To whom thy heart was joined and knit together. And yet I must, then Wendol be content, Thus villains, when they would cannot repent. What Jenkin ? where your Mistress? Why dost thou ask? I mean where Mistress Frankfurt. I thank him for his love, Give me a name you, whose infectious tongues Are tipped with gall and poison, as you would Think on a man that had your father slain, Murdered thy children, made your wives base strumpets, So call me, call me so? print in my face, The most stigmatic title of a villain, For hatching treason to so true a friend. I am bound unto your husband and you to, I will not speak to wrong a Gentleman Of that good estimation, my kind friend, I will not (Zound I will not) I may choose, And I will chosen? Shall I be so miss ed? Or shall I purchase to my father's crest The Motto of a villain. If I say I will not do it, what thing can enforce me? Who can compel me? What sad destiny Hath such command upon my yielding thoughts? I will not? Would: some fury pricks me on, The swift fates drag me at their chariot wheel, And hurry me to mischief: speak I must: Injure my self, wrong his, deceive his trust. And in my heart fair Angel cham to, and wise, I love you; start not, speak not, answer not, I love you: nay, let we speak the rest, Bid me to swear, and I will call to record the host of Heaven. Oh speak no more For more that n this I know and have recorded Within the red-leau`worser table of my heart; Fair, and of all belou`worser, I was not fearful Bluntly to give my life into your hand, And at one hazard all my earthly means. Go, tell your husband he will turn me off, And I am then undone, I care not I, It for your sake: perchance in rage heel kill me, I care not, it for you: say I incur The general name of villain through the world, Of traitor to my friend, I care not I, Beggary, shame, death, scandal, and reproach, For you I'll hazard all, what care I: For you isle live, and in your love I'll die. I love your husband to, And for his love I will engage my life, Mistake me not, the augmentation Of my sincere affection born to you, Does no whit lessen my regard of him, I will be secret Lady, close as night, And not the light of one small glorious star Shall shine her in my forehead, to bewray That act of night. Sighs not sweet saint. For every sighs you breath, draws from my heart A drop of blood. The path of pleasure, and the gate to bliss, Which on your lips I knock at with a kiss. your husband is from home, your beds no blab: Nay look not down and blush. No by my faith sir, when you are together I fit out, it must be Mistress Frankfurt and I, or else it is no match. What game is that Neck. She and I, will take you at Lodam. If you play at new cut, I am soonest hitter of any he e for a wager. We shall be soonest pairs, and my good host, When he comes late home, he must kiss the post. Well as you please for that, lift who shall deal. I am a knave. Sir the faults in me, This Queen I have more then my own you see, Give me the stock. Sir you must to ke your lot: to end this strife, I know I have dealt better with your wife. Hearts, partner I rub. How long have you been so master Frankfurt? Now in good says this Ilnesse you have God By sitting late without your gown. Sweet sir good night. We that have been a hunting all the day Come with prepared stomachs master Frankfurt, We wished you at our sport. I know none good. A charitable deed, And will be get the good opinion Of all your friends that love you master Frankfurt. He deserves the love Of all true Gentlemen, be your selves judge. I hope it does. Lord, master Frankfurt will you ride to night? The way are dangerous. With all my heart, sweet mistress: my boots there? How business, time, and hours, all gracious pro es And are the furtherers to my new born lo e. I am husband now in master Franck fords place, And must command the house, my pleasure is We will not sup abroad so publicly But in your private Chamber mistress Franckford. How all conspire To make our bosom swee and full entire, Come Nan, I prithee let us sup within. Fie, fie, you talk too Like a Puritan. My ocond soul is joyful above measure, I'll be profuse in Frankefords richest treasure. Exeunt. Pursued with horro of a guilty soul, And with the sharp scourge of repentance lashed, I fly from my own shadow: my stars What have my parents in their lives deserved, That you should lay this penance on their son? When I but think of master Franckfords love, And lay it to my treason, or compare My mu dring him for his relieving me, It strikes a terror Like a lightnings flash, To see rch my blood up: thus I Like the Owl Ashamed of day, live in these shadowy woods Afraid of every leaf or murmuring blast, Yet longing to receive some perfect knowledge How he hath dealt with her: O my sad fate, Here, and so far from home, and thus attended: O God, I have deuorst the truest Turtles That ever lived together, and being divided In several places, make their several moan; She in the fields laments, and he at home. So Poets write that Orpheus made the trees, And stones to dance, to his melodious harp, meaning the rustic and the barbarous Hinds, That had no understanding partly in them, So she from these rude Carters tears extracts, Making their flinty hearts with grief to rise, And draw Rivers from their rocky eyes. Thats not the dance that every man must dance According to the Ballad. M. Frankfurt, I have oft been bound to you By many favors, this exceeds them all That I shall never merit your least favour, But when your last remembrance I forget, Heaven at my soul exact that weighty debt. Vanish. I have tried it. Light their hoe? See you want nothing sir, for I you do You injury that good man, and wrong me to. I cannot weep, my heart is all on fire, Cursed be the fruits of my unchaste desire. Grief have done, Or Like a Madman I shall frantic run. To recompense her wrongs, what canst thou do? Thou hast made her husbandless, and childless to. I'll speak to her, and comfort her in grief, O but her wound cannot be cur`worser with words: No matter though, I'll do my best good will, To wreaked a cure on her whom I did kill. O mistress Frankfurt? Hence slave, away with thy unseasoned mirth, Unless thou canst shed tears, and sighs, and houle, Curse thy sad Fortune's, and exclaim on fate, Thou ar not for my turn. She S gone to death, I live to want and woe , Her life, her sins, and all upon my head, And I must now go wander Like a Cain In foreign Countries, and remoted climbs, Where the report of my ingratitude Cannot be herd, I'll over, first to France, And so to Germany, and Italy, Where when I have recovered, and by travel. Got those perfect tongues, and that these rumours May in their height abate, I will return, And I divine, how ever now dejected My worth and partly being by some great man praised, At my return I may in Court be raised. Exit. She hath stroke ten Angels out of my way. All whole and found, His body not being blemished with one wound: But poor Sir Charles is to the prison led, To answer at thassize for them thats dead. Such is my fate, to this suit I was born To wear rich plesaures Crown, or Fortune's scorn . I know it. master Frankfurt you play best at Noddy, Yes and stake them down, Were that y five hundred they were all my own. Here goes my heart. So I have found it. My gelding and my man.