CHRISTOPHERO

Gramercy fellow Onion: I do think well, thou art in love, art thou? Well, I will further it in thee to any honest woman, or maiden, the best I can. Why, wouldst thou not have her honest? Why, she hath the name of a very virtuous maiden. What wouldst thou have me do in the matter? In what manner? That were not so good, me thinks. Well I perceive you wish, I should say something may do him grace, and further his desires, and that be sure I will. Command thou wouldst say, no good Juniper. This wench will solicit for my self, Making my Lord and master privy to it; And if he second me with his consent, I will proceed, as having long ere this, Though her a worthy choice to make my wife. I but this marriage alters many men: And you may fear, it will do me my Lord, But ere it do so? I will undergo Ten thousand several death's. Rachel de pry, If your good Lordship, grant me your consent. I humbly thank your honour. I'll now ask her father. God save you honest father. Now in Gods name what ails he? this is strange! He loves his daughter so, I'll lay my life, That he's afraid, having been now abroad, I come to seek her love unlawfully. Let it not feeme offensive to you sir. Good father here me. 'Tis no abasing father: my intent Is to do further honour to you sir Then only speak: which is to be your son. At what sir? what is't you mean? I do think good father, you are but poor, Poor man he is so overjoyed to hear His daughter may be passed his Hope's bestowed, That betwixt fear and hope (if I mean simply) He is thus passionate. What say you father, shall I have your daughter? I do expect none, father. I'll leave him now to give his passion breath, Which being settled, I will fetch his daughter: I shall but move too much, to speak now to him. Love her? He has. Here Signior Angelo. Tust, let me alone. But Signior Angelo. Where will your self and Rachel stay for me, after the jest is ended? Agreed, no better place, isle meet you there. Jaques. What Rachel, Rachel, lock my door, look to my house. Jaques. At the old priory, behind Saint Foyes, That was the place of our appointment sure: I hope he will not make me lose my gold, And mock me to, perhaps they are within: I'll knock. What gold? What is the man possessed trow? this is strange, Rachel I see is gone with Angelo: Well isle once again unto the priory, And see if I can meet them. Oh my deer love, what is become of thee? What unjust absence layest thou on my breast, Like weights of led, when swords are at my back, That run me through with thy unkind flight, My gentle disposition waxes wild, I shall run frantic, o my love, my love. Oh father where's my love, were you so careless To let and unthrift steal away your child. Who would have thought you could have been so careless to lose your only daughter. My dearest Rachel? Nay hear me Jaques. I and that Rachel, such a virtuous maid, should be thus stolen away. Well, if Rachel took her flight willingly? Rachel. Oh signior Angelo, would you deceive Your honest friend, that simply trusted you? Well Rachel: I am glad though art here again. Is he come home, then? Yes, my Lord is here; and you may tell your master he shall come very happily to take his leave of Lord Paulo Fer neze: who is now instantly to depart with other noble gentle men, upon special service. I pray you do, fellows make him drink. No my good Lord. I, but your Lordship may imagine now That I being steward of your honours house. If I be married once, will more regard The maintenance of my wife and of my charge, Then the endue discharge of my place and office. Good faith my Lord, your honour may suspect it but— Why how now fellows all here? and nobody to weight above now they are ready to rise? look up one or two Signior Francesco Colomia's man how does your good master. Of love Onion? Why it's a very honourable humour. I have and humble suit to your good Lordship. I would crave pardon at your Lordship's hands, If it seem vain or simple in your sighed. Perhaps being now so old a bachelor, I shall seem half unwise, to bend my self In strict affection to a poor young maid. Jaques. Rachel? But who is it thou love fellow Onion? What says my fellow Onion? come on. I know not my Lord.