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It's sweet boy. Con. delivers the let. From whom is't, Th'art welcome boy. How does the fair Constantiam Somerfield, My noble mistress. She gives thee here good words, and for her sake, Thou shalt not want a master, be mine for ever. The Pox it will, art thou so senseless grown, So much endeared to thy bestial lust, That thy original worth should lie extinct And buried in thy shame? far be such thoughts From spirits free and noble: begin to live, Know thy self, and whence thou art derived, I know that competent state thy father gave, Cannot be yet consumed. It's impossible. What are they? And knowing this Art thou so wilful blind, still to persist In ruin and defame. Why let her go to service. Not I. I will. I will not. But how? Why this shall be performed, take ther's my store, To friends all things are common. I will as carefully perform thy wish, As if my Fortune's lay upon th'attempt. Within this hour With my best speed. Without fail. And spoke you with Master Smalshanke. Will a meet his brother. What is it wag You are a wag, Your desire is performed. I accept your courtesy, would! whats this? Assailed by fear and hope in a moment. Boucher this womanish passion fits not men, Who know the worth of freedom: shall smiles and eyes With their lascivious glances conquer him Hath still been Lord of his affections? Shall simpering nisenesse loadstones but to fools, Attract a knowing spirrit: to shall, it does, Not Phaebus rising from Aurora's lap, Spreads his bright rays with more majestic grace Then came the glances from her quickening eye And what of this. I will not enter: continued flames burn strong, I yet am free and reason keeps her seat, Above all found affections yet is she fair. How do men call your mistress. No. You much mistake me. You mistake my thoughts. But know thou wonder of this continent, By one more skyld in unknown fate, then was, The blind Achaean Prophet, It was foretold, A widow should endanger both my life, My soul, my lands, and reputation, This cheks my thoughs, and cools th'ssentiall fire, Of sacred love; more ardent in my breast Then speech can utter. How powerful are their words whom we affect, Small force shall needs, to win the strongest fort, If to his state the Captain be perfidious, I must entreat you licence my depart For some few hours. I will entreat her, stay. No. Who begins to love, needs not a second Hell. Tut I will not love, my rational And better parts shall conquer blind affections, Let passion children, or weak women sway, My love shall to my judgement still obey. God save you sir. You study hard, You ply this gear, You are no trewant in the law, I see. Or a Stationer they turn them over too, But not as you do gentle Master Throat, And what? the Law speaks profit does it not? Why these small legs, I am in Law. But let that go, and tell me how you do, How does Will Smalshankes and his lovely bride, Nay good sir Throat forbear your quillets now, Sir be not nice, (Yet I must needs herein commend your love) To let me see him; for know I know him wed, And that a stole away Sommerfields heir, Therefore suspect me not I am his friend, Do you make it strange? Then am I grieved. I spoke so much (but that I know you love him. And is reserved for grose and hungry stomachs. You much mistake me. You much endear him sir, and from your love, I dare presume you make your self a fortune If his fair Hope's proceed. You will be secret. I must meet him, Still in this vain, I have done you service, The Lawyers house will give you entertainment, Bountiful and free. Oh villainy! I think a will gull his whole generation, I must make one, since it's so well begun, I'll not forsake him, till his Hope's be won. Exeunt. Can you blame his since she has rid so hard? This is the house. Wheres the widow gentle Adriana. Not speak to, I must speak with her. I would Entreat it. It is fair creature. I do. boy. I do boy Most worthy fair such is the power of love That now I come t'accept your proffered grace, And with submissive thoughts entreat a pardon For my so grose neglect. Dearest of women, The constant virtue of your nobler mind Speaks in your looks: Nor can you entertain Both love and hate at once. Stand thou propitious, endear me to thy love My fate compelled me, but now farewell found fear, My soul, my life, my lands, and reputation, I'll hazard all, and prize them all beneath thee. Or lose my blood. Till when farewell. Exe. Now master Throat. What's the reason of this melancholy? How by miracle? But hang him fool he lies, Whats his reason? Gone. What should she make there; Nay good sir hold us not in this suspense, Answer directly, came not the Virgin hither. It's a demand uncharitable. You see she's resolute, y'had best compound. We will, Come draw the bonds, and we will soon subscribe them. Now leave us boy; bless you Captain Face. Your patience sir is great, For you dare seldom strike. Sirrah they say, You needs will wed the widow Taffeta, Nolens volens. That's nothing, I have brought you furniture, come get up Up upon this table, do your feats, Or I will whip you to them, do not I know You are a lousy knave. You're a coward Rogue, That dares not look a Kitling in the face, If she but stare or mew. Will you yet gee up, I must lash you to it, I'll dress you sir. Hold up your snout sir, Fit handsomely, by heaven, sir you must do it, Come boy. Admirably. Is not this strange. It'll not serve sir, You must show more. Is a so quick? I hope the slave will haunt no more the widow, Not have me? How by her? Only this, I love her. Boy, To see the widow, What then. What work sweet Ladies? How? a preparation to a marriage, Of whom kind maids, of whom? Married, and to day, Dissension, Jealousy, hate, beggary, With all the dire events which breed dislike In nuptial beds, attend her bridal steps, Can vows and oaths, with such protesting Actium, As if their hearts were spit forth with their words, As if their souls were darted through their eyes, Be of no more validity with women? Have I for her contemned my fixed fate. Neglected my fair Hope's, and scorned the love Of beauteous, virtuous, and honoured Constantiam. And I engaged my worth and ventured life On yonder buffolne face, to have men scorn, And point at my disgrace: first will I leave to live: There take my purse, live thou to better fate. Bouch. hangs himself. Better thus die, then live unfortunate. Zeart a man had as good be hanged outright, As to endure this clapping: shame to thy sex, Perfidious perjured woman, where's thy shame? How can thy modesty forbear to blush, And knowest I know thee and adultress? Have not thy vows made thee my lawful wife Before the face of heaven? where is thy shame? But why speak I of shame to thee, whose face, Is steeled with customed sin, whose thoughts want grace: The custom of thy sin so luls thy sense: Women never blush, though never so foul offence, To break thy vow to me and straight to wed, A doting stinckerd. Your son i'faith, your very son i'faith, The villain boy has one trick of his sire, Has firked away the wench, has pierced the hogshead, And knows by this the vintadge. You could not love the widow but her wealth. Here me but speak, Fit you as Judges, undo the Lawyers hands, That a may freely act, and I'll be bound That William Smalshanke shall put your Throat to silence, And overthrow him at his own weapon. As is my life and soul, Measure for a Lawyer, but to the point Has stole Somerfields heir hither a brings her As to a man on whom a may rely His life and Fortune's: you hath a nam Already for the Steward of his lands, To keep his Courts, and to collect his rend, To let out Leases and to raise his fines, Nothing that may, or love, or profit bring, But you are nam the man. Oh you much partial gods! Why gave you men affections, and not a power To govern them? what I by fate should shun, I most affect, a widow, a widow. God speed your works fair maids. The knight your father is: I have herd she is both rich and beautiful, I think no less, one word more in private. Within my power your beauty shall command. What courtesy is't. You know my business well, I sing one song. Whats is that boy. I would