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Your pleasure Sir? Well for a companion; Not as a servant. I pity her fortune. You know your own ways, but for me I blush When I command her, that was once attended With persons, not inferior to my self In birth. I will not Sir; mould me which way you please. I have Sir. I have herd this is the strumpetts fashion Sir, Which I must never learn. This is but Devilish doctrine. In your house? Your own house Sir, for heavens sake, what are you then? Or what shall I be Sir? Though you could dispense With your own Honour; cast a side Religion, The Hope's of heaven, or fear of hell; excuse me In worldly policy, this is not the way To make me his wife, his whore I grant it may do. My maiden Honour so soon yielded up, Nay prostituted, cannot but assure him I that am light to him will not hold weight When he is tempted by others: so in judgement When to his lust I have given up my honour He must, and will forsake me, He hast my Lord, Holds no power over my will. Too few to match with yours: And choicest fruits too soon plucked, rot, and wither. I am sure I am too young. To a hill of sorrow, Where every hour I may expect to fallen, But never hope firm footing. You are noble, I of a low descent, how ever rich; And tissues matched with Scarlet fuite but ill. Oh my good Lord I could say more, but that I dare not trust these walls. So shall your Honour save two lives, and bind us Your slaves for ever. I am prove to that. My Lady is returned. Give it to Lord Lovel. For what in him was bounty, in mee's duty. I make but payment of a debt, to which My vows in that high office registered, Are faithful witnesses. Yet, and ever, To me what's title, when content is wanting? Or wealth raked up together with much care, And to be kept with more, when the heart pines, In being dispossessed of what it longs for, Beyond the Indian mines; or the smooth brow Of a pleased Site, that slaves me to his will? And so his ravenous humour may be feasted By my obedience, and he see me great, Leaves to my soul nor faculties, nor power To make her own election. To me they are nothing: Let Alworth love, I cannot be unhappy. Suppose the worst, that in his rage he kill me, A tear, or two, by you dropped on my hearse In sorrow for my fate, will call back life So far, as but to say that I die yours, I then shall rest in peace, or should he prove So cruel, as one death would not suffice His thirst of vengeance, but with lingering torments In mind, and body, I must wast to air, In poverty, joined with banishment, so you share In my afflictions, (which I dare not wish you,) So high I prize you; I could undergo they, With such a patience as should look down With scorn on his worst malice. Your Lord's ours, and sure, And though but a young actor second me In doing to the life, what he has plotted, The end may yet prove happy: now my Alworth. I'll pay my Lord all debts endue to his title, And when with terms, not taking from his Honour, He does solicit me, I shall gladly hear him. But in this peremptory, nay commanding way, 'Tappoint a meeting, and without my knowledge; A Priest to tie the knot, can never be undone till death unloose it, is a confidence In his Lordship, will deceive him. Hope Sir what you please: for me I must take a safe and secure course; I have A father, and without his full consent, Though all Lords of the land kneeled for my favour, I can grant nothing. A piece of arrogant paper liketh'inscriptions Why Sir, I would be married Like your daughter; Not hurried away i'th night I know not whither, Without all ceremony: no friends invited To honour the solemnity. I could be contented, Were you but by to do a father's partly, And give me in the Church. With your favour Sir, what warrant is your ring? He may suppose I God that twenty ways Without your knowledge, and then to be refused, We're such a stain upon me, if you pleased Sir Your presence would do better. Sir, first your pardon, then your blessing with Your full allowance of the choice I have made As ever you could make use of your reason: kneeling. Grow not in passion: since you may as well Call back the day that's passed, as untie the knot Which is too strongly fastened, not to dwell Too long on words, this's my Husband Oh my deer father! Which forced too much may break.
Plot summary
Plot — A New Way to Pay Old Debts
Sir Giles Overreach’s schemes for the accumulation of lands and money include a campaign against his prodigal nephew, Welborne, and a plot to marry his daughter Margaret to Lord Lovell. Welborne has sold Overreach all his land to fund a prodigal lifestyle, and now Overreach’s agent Marrall has him ejected from his alehouse lodging: the objective is to force him into a choice between hunger and theft, and so procure his death either by starvation or on the gallows. Welborne goes to see the recently widowed Lady Alworth, who is refusing to see her many suitors, including Overreach’s associate Justice Greedy. Welborne forces his way in and persuades her, trading on his friendship with her dead husband, to entertain him and a guest to dinner. Welborne brings Marrall, who infers from their cordial reception that Welborne is to marry the widow. He is therefore likely to be worth more alive than dead, so Overreach changes his plans and lends him £1,000, with which Welborne pays his old debts. When Overreach attempts to close the trap and force him to sign away Lady Alworth’s lands, however, Welborne refuses, and insists that his own estate is wrongfully detained by Overreach. His uncle produces the deeds to prove otherwise, but Marrall, fed up with Overreach’s maltreatment, has tampered with them and they are invalid. To redeem his lost reputation, Welborne joins the army to fight for king and country. In the other plot, Lord Lovell goes to dinner at Overreach’s house, where another unexpected guest is Lady Alworth. Overreach plans to tempt him into sex with Margaret, so that he will then be obliged to restore her honour by marrying her. Margaret confides to Lovell that she prefers his page, Lady Alworth’s stepson, and, knowing that the attraction is mutual, Lovell agrees to help. He proposes that she should deceive her father with a display of amorousness, and that Alworth should be introduced into the equation as a carrier of love letters between them. Overreach agrees to this, is pleased to overhear that the first letter seems to solicit an elopement, and makes arrangements for his chaplain to perform the marriage. He is reeling from the failure of his Welborne scheme when the news arrives that the marriage has taken place — but the bridegroom has been Alworth, not Lovell. The extortioner goes mad and is sent to Bedlam, tormented by his conscience for his many financial misdeeds. Lovell asks Lady Alworth to marry him.