VENTUREWELL

Sirrah, Il'e make you know you are my Prentice, And whom my charitable love redeemed Even from the fallen of fortune, gave thee heat And growth, to be what now thou art, new cast thee, Adding the trust of all I have at home, In foreign Staples, or upon the Sea To thy direction, tied the good opinions Both of my self and friends to thy endeavours, So fair were thy beginnings, but with these, As I remember, you had never charge, To love your Masters daughter, and even then, When I had found a wealthy husband for her, I take it, sir, you had not; but how ever, I'll break the neck of that commission, And make you know you are but a Merchant's Factor. And thus it must be sir, I here discharge you My house and service, take your liberty, And when I want a son I'll send for you. Oh sir, I know it certain. And how faith? how goes it now son Humphrey? It's well, it should be so, Im'e glad the girl Is found so tractable. How was it son? you told me that to morrow Before day break, you must convey her hence. Alas Why should you be thus full of grief to me? That do as willing as your self agree To any thing so it be good and fair, Then steal her when you will, if such a pleasure Content you both, I'll sleep and never see it, To make your joys more full, but tell me why You may not here perform your marriage? If this be all, you shall not needs to fear Any denial in your love, proceed, I'll neither follow, nor repent the deed. Unhappy that I am to lose my child, Now I begin to think on Jaspers words, Who oft hath urged to me thy foolishness, Why didst thou let her go? thou loust her not, That wouldst bring home thy life, and not bring her. Get men and horses straight, we will be there Within this hour, you know the place again. O Master Merry-thought! my daughter's gone. This mirth becomes you not, my daughters gone. Mock not my misery, it is your son, Whom I have made my own, when all forsook him, Has stolen my only joy, my child away. Unworthy of the kindness I have shown To thee, and thine: too late I well perceive Thou art consenting to my daughters lose. O might I behold her once again, And she once more embrace her aged sire. For this thy scorn, I will pursue That son of thine to death. Il'e fetch my daughter. I say Il'e fetch my daughter. Il'e be revenged by heaven. Where about. Sirrah, restore my daughter. Upon him then. Come your ways Minion, Il'e provide a Cage For you, your grown so tame. Horse her away. Go get you up, I will not be entreated. And gossip mine, Il'e keep you sure hereafter From gadding out again with boys and unthrifts, Come, they are women's tears, I know your fashion. Go sirrah, lock her in, and keep the key, Safe as you love your life. Now my son Humfrey, You may both rest assured of my love In this, and reap your own desire. I do believe you (my good son) and thank you: For 'twere and impudence to think you flattered. Well son, no more of compliment, my daughter Is yours again; appoint the time, and take her, We'll have no stealing for it, I my self And some few of our friends will see you married. Some three days hence then. Sir, that I have wronged your love, I must confess, in which I have purchased to my self, beside mine own undoing, the ill opinion of my friends, let not your anger, good sir, out live me, but suffer me to rest in peace with your forgiveness; let my body (if a dying man may so much prevails with you) be brought to your daughter, that she may truly know my hate flames are now buried, and, withal, receive a testimony of the zeal I boar her virtue: fare well for ever, and be ever happy. Jasper. Gods hand is great in this, I do for give him, Yet I am glad he's quiet, where I hope He will not bite again: boy bring the body And let him have his will, if that be all. So sir, if you please You may conduct it in, I do not fear it. Do me this kindness Boy, hold here's a crown: Before thou bury the body of this fellow, carry it to his old merry father, and salute him from me, and bid him sing, he hath cause. Farewell boy. I will have no great store of company at the wed ding, a cupple of neighbours and their wives, and we will have a Capon in stewed broth, with marrow, and a good piece of beef, stuck with rosemary. Heaven bless me: Jasper? Forgive me Jasper; O! what might I do? Tell me, to satisfy thy troubled Ghost? But tell me what were best for me to do? Hence fool out of my sighed, with thy found passion Thou hast undone me. I am sir. Nay good sir open to me. Well sir, Il'e sing. Fortune my Fee, &c. Oh M r . Merry-thought, I am come to ask you Forgiveness for the wrongs I offered you, And your most virtuous son, they're infinite, Yet my contrition shall be more then they. I do confess my hardness broke his heart, For which, joust heaven hath given me punishment More then my age can carry, his wandering spirit Not yet at rest, pursues me every where, Crying, I'll haunt thee for thy cruelty. My daughter she is gone, I know not how, Taken invisible, and whither living, Or in graven, it's yet uncertain to me. Oh Master Merry-thought, these are the weights, Will sink me to my graven, forgive me sir. What is she? Bid her come in. Are you not wife to Merry-thought? I'm glad the heavens have herd my prayers: thy husband When I was ripe in sorrows laughed at me, Thy son Like and unthankful wretch, I having Redeemed him from his fallen and made him mine, To show his love again, first stole my daughter, Then wronged this Gentleman, and last of all, Gave me that grief, had almost brought me down Unto my graven, had not a stronger hand Relieved my sorrows, go, and weep, as I did And be unpitied, for I here profess And everlasting hate to all thy name. How then boy? From whom my pretty Boy? Boy, Boy. And then bring me word what tune he is in, and have another crown: but do it truly. I have fitted him a bargain, now, will vex him. Withal my heart sir. I do sir, Now by my soul I do. I do, I do. A good motion. It's very well sir, I can tell your wisdom How all this shall be cured. Come sir, she's yours, upon my faith she's yours You have my hand, for other idle lets Between your Hope's and her, thus, with a wind They are scattered and no more: my wanton Prentice, That Like a bladder, blue himself with love, I have let out, and sent him to discover New Masters yet unknown. Well sir, you know my love, and rest, I hope, Assured of my consent, get but my daughters, And wed her when you please; you must be bold, And clap in close unto her, come, I know You have language good enough to win a wench. What Luce within there. I did. Give entertainment to this Gentleman And see you be not froward: to her sir, My presence will but be and eye-soare to you. Mean time I'll go talk with Jaspers father. Thy father fool? there's some blows more, begone. Jasper, I hope thy Ghost be well appeased, To see thy will performed, now will I go To satisfy thy father for thy wrongs. Are you within sir, Master Merry-thought?