LUCE

Why, how now friend, struck with my father's thun der? But mine. Oh fear me not, In this I dare be better then a woman. Nor shall his anger, nor his offers move me, Were they both equal to a Princes power. Yes and love him dearly Even as I love and ague, or foul weather, I prithee Jasper fear him not. Yes, and will perform My partly exactly. I take it, He must do miracles makes me forsake it. Sir, these are quickly answered. What makes you think of that sir? Your game sir. Beshrew me sir, I am sorry for your losses, But as the proverb says, I cannot cry, I would you had not seen me. Why, cannot this strange passion be withstood, Send for a Constable and raise the Town. Beshrew me sir, 'twere good I yielded then, Weak women cannot hope, where valiant men Have no resistance. Well sir, I take them kindly, and I thank you, What would you more? Why then farewell. Speak and declare your mind in terms so brief. Alas good Gentleman, alas the day. Now by S. Marry That were great pity. Why sir, you know my will is nothing worth Without my father's grant, get his consent, And then you may with assurance try me. Sweet Master Humfrey then I am content. Yet take me with you, There is another clause must be annexed, And this it is, I swore and will perform it; No man shall ever joy me as his wife But he that stole me hence, if you dare venture I am yours; you needs not fear, my father loves you, If not farewell for ever. I am satisfied, And so I give my hand, our course must lie Through Uvaltham Forest, where I have a friend Will entertain us, so farewell sir Humfrey, And think upon your business. Oh fear not Master Humphrey, I am guide For this place good enough. Faith and you say the word we'll e'ne fit down And take a nap. You're merry Master Humphrey. Your nurse had the less labour. Here Jasper. Alas poor Burgundy Get thee some wholesome broth with sage and comfrie: A little oil of Roses and a feather, To noint thy back withal. Farewell my pretty Nump, I am very sorry I cannot bear thee company. No my best friend, I cannot either fear, Or entertain a weary thought, while you (The end of all my full desires) stand by me. Let them that lose their Hope's, and live to languish Amongst the number of forsaken lovers, Tell the long weary steps, and number time, Start at a shadow, and shrink up their blood, While I (possessed with all content and quiet) Thus take my pretty love, and thus embrace him. I cannot sleep, Indeed I cannot friend. Il'e sing, or say, or any thing but sleep. You mock me Jasper. It's a lightning from above, It's and arrow, it's a fire, It's a boy they call desire. It's a smile Does beguile Some love change, and so do you. Yes, when men turn with the wind. Ever towards, Those that love, to love a new. I am very heavy. Why do you fright me, friend, With those distempered looks? what makes your sword Drawn in your hand? who hath offended you? I pre'chee Jasper sleep, thou art wild with watching. O Jasper! How have my tender years committed evil, (Especially against the man I love) Thus to be cropped untimely? O Jasper! be not cruel, If thou wilt kill me, mile and do it quickly. And let not many death's appear before me. I am a woman made of fear and love, A weak, weak woman, kill not with thy eyes, They shoot me through and through. Strike I am ready, And dying still I love thee. If there be any punishment inflicted Upon the miserable, more then yet I feel, Let it together cease me, and at once Press down my soul, I cannot bear the pain Of these delaying tortures: thou than art The end of all, and the sweet rest of all; Come, come o death, bring me to thy peace, And blot out all the memory I nourish Both of my father and my cruel friend. Oh wretched maid still living to be wretched, To be a say to fortune in her changes, And grow to number times and woes together, How happy had I be, if being born My graven had be my cradle? For me I hoped it's come, and it's most welcome. He shall have many: Good friends depart a little, while I take My leave of this dead man, that once I loved: Hold, yet a little, life and then I give thee To thy first heavenly being; Oh my friend! Hast thou deceived me thus, and God before me? I shall not long be after, but believe me, Thou Wertenberg too cruel Jasper gainst thy self, In punishing the fault, I could have pardoned, With so untimely death; thou didst not wrong me, But ever were't most kind, most true, most loving; And I the most unkind, most false, most cruel. Didst thou but ask a tear? Il'e give thee all, Even all my eyes can pour down, all my sigh's And all my self, before thou goest from me There are but sparing rites: But if thy soul Be yet about this place, and can behold And see what I prepare to deck thee with, It shall go up, born on the wings of peace And satisfied: first will I sing thy dirge, Then kiss thy pale lips, and then die my self, And fill one Coffin and one graven together. Come you whose loves are dead, And while I sing Weep and wring Every hand and every head, Bind with Cipres and sad Ewe, Ribbons black, and candles blue, For him that was of men most true. Come with heavy mourning, And on his graven Let him have Sacrifice of sighs and groaning, Let him have fair flowers enough, White and purple, green and yellow, For him that was of men most true. Thou sable cloth, said cover of my joys I lift thee up, and thus I meet with death. Save me heaven. Oh thou deer shadow of my friend. This death I'll give you for it, So, now I am satisfied: you are no spirit, But my own truest, truest, truest friend, Why do you come thus to me. It cannot be, For I am locked up here and watched at all hours, That it's impossible for me to escape. Good M r . Merry-thought let me entreat you, I will not be denied. Called you sir?