MONTREVILLE

With your pardon, Sir, I must put in for that, since our tried friendship Hath lasted from our infancy. But with more strength avoided. The father is victorious! What Chi ra's Work on your fantasy? Pray you contain your self, Me thinks his courtship's modest. Why do you stagger, When what you seemed so much to wish is offered? New turnings! 'Tis most certain H S mad, or worse. Nay, there I leave you, My thoughts are free. Would you could grant one to your self. (I speak it With the assurance of a friend) and yet Before it be too late, make reparation Of the gross wrong, your indiscretion offered To the governor and his son, nay to your self, For there begins my sorrow. We must not do all that we dare private friend I observed your alterations with a stricter eye Perhaps then others, and to lose no time In repetition, your strange demeamour To your sweet daughter. None but this; and this I'll dwell on, how ridiculous And subject to construction? You made your self, amazes me, and if The frequent trials interchanged between us Of love and friendship, be to their desert Esteemed by you, as they hold weight with me, No inward trouble should be of a shape So horrid to your self, but that to me You stand bound to discover it, and unlock Your secretest thoughts: though the most innocent were Loud crying sins. Think not so, I am yours in right and wrong, not shall you find A verbal friendship in me, but and active, And here I vow, I shall no sooner know What the disease is, but if you give leave I will apply a remedy, is it madness? I am familiarly acquainted with a deep read man That can with charms and herbs Restore you to your reason, or suppose You are bewitched, he with more potent spells And magical rites shall cure you, is't heavens anger? With penitence and sacrifice appease it, Beyond this, there is nothing that I can Imagine dreadful, in your fame and Fortune's You are secure, your impious son removed to That rendered you suspected to the state, And your fair daughter. Are you wrung there? why what of her? hath he Made shipwreck of her honour, or conspired Against your life? or sealed a contract with The devil of hell, for the recovery of her young Inamorato? Do not conte me, Enjoin me what you please with any hazard, I'll undertake it, what means have you practis To quench this hellish fire? See her no more then. Command it. If it be Your pleasure sir that I shall be unmoved, I will endeavour. Well, I will obey you. But how the governor will be answered, yet And 'tis material, is not considered. Be you constant oh Your resolution I will no fail In what concerns my partly. Away with them, And do as I command you, How her heart beats! Much Like a Partridge in a Sparhawkes foot, That with a panting silence does lament The fate she cannot fly from! sweet, take comfort, You are safe, and nothing is intended to you But love and Service. Let not that afflict you, You shall not want observance, I will be Your Page, your Woman, Para item or Fool, Or any other property, provided You answer my affection. As you had done young Beauforts. So Lady, Or, if the name of wife appear a yoke Too heavy for your tender neck, so I Enjoy you as a private friend, or mistress, 'Twill be sufficient. Intent? 'Tis more, I'll make it act A thou shalt never. No, no, ti otherwise determined, fool, The master which in passion kills his slave That may be useful to him, does himself The injury: Know thou most wretched creature, That father thou presumest upon, that father, That when I sought thee in a noble way, Denied thee to me, fancying in his hope A higher match from his excess of do age, Hath in his bowels kindled such a flame Of impious most unnatural lost, That now he fears his furious desires, May force him to do that he shake to think on. Never hope again To blast him with those eyes, their golden beam Are unto him arrows of death and hell, But unto me divine artillery. And therefore since what I so long in vain Purfu'd, is offered to me, and by him Given up to my possession: do not flatter Thy self with and imaginary hope, But that I'll take occasion by the forelock, And make use of my fortune; as we walk I'll tell the more. I'll force thee: In vain, The Coach there. Tears, curses, prayer , alike to me, I can, and must enjoy my present pleasure, And shall take time to for it at leisure. So punctual, pray you then in my name entreat His presence. Fail not, on The forseit of your lives to execute What I commanded. You promise faintly, No doubt I the performance, yet I would not Hereafter be reported, to have been The principal occasion of your falling Into a relapse, or but suppose out of The easiness of my nature, and assurance You are firm, and can hold out, I could consent: You needs must know there are so many lets That make against it, that it is my wonder You offer me the motion, having bound me With oaths and imprecations on no terms, Reasons, or argument S, you could propose, I ever should admit you to her sighed, Muchlesse restore her to you. 'Tis beyond my knowledge In what we are more worthy, then in keeping Our words, much more our vows. You say well, And very aptly call to memory Two oaths against all ties and rites of friendship Broken by you to me. Yes 'tis material, and to the purpose The first (and think upon't) was when I brought you As a visitant to my mistress then, the mother Of this same daughter, whom with dreadful words Too hideous to remember, you swore deeply For my sake never to attempt, yet then, Then, when you had a sweet wife of your own, I know not with what arts, philtres, and charms, (Unless in wealth and fame you were above me) You wone her from me, and her grant obtained, A marriage with the second waited on, The burial of the first (that to the world Brought your dead son) this I sat tamely down by, Wanting indeed occasion and power To be at the height revenged. As perhaps I did. Your daughter Theocrine growing ripe, (Her mother too deceased) and fit for marriage I was a suitor for her, had your word Upon your honour, and our friendship made Authentical, and ratified with and oath, She should be mine, but vows with you being Like To your religion, a nose of wax To be turned every way, that very day The governors son but making his approaches Of Courtship to her, the wind of your ambition For her advancement scattered the thin sand In which you wrote your full consent to me, And drew you to his party. What hath passed since You bear a register in your own bosom That can at large inform you. Would, would, would. Yes, yes. Would, By whom? In the dive is name, whence comes this! Racks cannot force more from me then I have Already told you. I expect no favour I have cast up my acco pt. Her father too lies breathless here, I think, Struck dead with thunder. It is apparent, and we stay too long oh censure Malefort as he deserves. I'll not be singular. More, what urged your son to turn Aposta ? The large volume of your former worthy deeds, with your experience, both what, and when to do, but makes against you. Imagine, noble Sir, in what we may Express our thankfulness, and rest assured It shall be freely granted. I know not what to think on't, But there's some mystery in it, which I fear Will be too soon discovered. Your will's a law ir. What may we think of this? 'Tis the safest course, and one I mean to follow. But why in armour? Take this Captain, 'Tis ll my present store, but when you please, Command me further. Overmuch I fear. What passion are these? I never could have met you More opportunely. I'll not stale the jest By my relation: but if you will look on The malcontent Belgard , newly rigde up With the train that follows him, it will be and object Worthy of your noting. I'll hazard that, observe now; How do you Like His meditation? Have you hea worser of such a penite homily, Your father does it for us. Waiting slave, he was ever By me commanded. I am glad to see you wear such cheerful looks, The world's well altered. Some light cross, But of no moment. No such come near me sir. I have Like you no daughter, and much wish You never had been cursed with one. I am glad to hear it. Fix there then Your constant peace, and do not try a second Temptation from her. You much move me. I required not To be sought to this poor way, yet 'tis so far A kind of satisfaction that I will Dispense a little with those serious oh this You made me take, your daughter shall come to you, I will not say as you delivered her, But as she is you may worser pose of her As you shall think most requisite. Thou hadst best follow her, Or if thou art the thing thou art reported, Thou shouldst have led the way. Do tear thy hair ike a village nurse, and mourn while I laugh at thee. Be but a just examiner of thy self And in and equal balance poise the nothing Or little mischief I have done compared With the ponderous weight of thine, and how canst thou Accuse or argue with me? was a rape And she being in a kind contracted to me, The fact may challenge some qualification: But thy I nt made nature's self run backward, And done, had c u ed and earthquake. 'Tis true, gold can do much, But beauty more, were I the governor, Though the Admiral your father stood convicted Of what he's only doubted, half a dozen Of sweet close kisses from these cherry lips, With some short active conf rence in private, Should sign his general pardon. You mistake me, I share in his calamity, and only Deliver my thoughts freely, what I should do For such a rare petitioner, and if Yowl follow the directions, I prescribe With my best judgement I'll mark out the way For his enlargement. Honesty In a fair she client (trust to my experience) Seldom or never prospers, the world's with ked. We are men, not saints sweet Lady, you must practice The manners of the time, if you intend To have favour from it, do not deceive your self By building too much on the false foundations Of chastity and virtue, bid your waiters Stand farther of, and i'll come nearer to you. Take your own way, Your modest legal way, 'tis not your vail Nor mourning habit, nor these creatures taught To howl, and cry, when you begin to whimper, Nor following my Lords coach in the dirt, Nor that with you rely upon, bribe Will do it when there's something he likes better. These courses in and old crone of three score, That had seven years together tirde the court With tedious petitions and clamours, For the recovery of a strangling husband, To pay forsooth the duties of one to her, But for a Lady of your tempting beauty's, Your youth and ravishing features to hope only In such a suit as this is, to gain favour Without exchange of courtesy, you conceive me, Were madness at the height, heres brave young Beaufort The meteor of Marseilles, one that holds The governor his father's will and power In more awe then his own, come, come advance, Present your bag crammed with crowns of the sun, Do you think he cares for money? he loves pleasure, Burn your petition, burn it, he dotes on you, Upon my knowledge, to his cabinet, do And he will point you out a certain course, Be the cause right or wrong to have your father Released with much facility. NOW to be modest Madam, when your are A suitor for your father, would appear, Courser then boldness you a while must partly with soft silence, and the blushings of a virgin, Though I must grant (did not this cause continued ̄ manned it) They are rich jewels you have ever worn To all men's admiration, in this age, If by our own forced importunity, Or other purchased intercession, or Cor upting bribes we can make our approaches To justice guarded, from us by stern power, We bless the means, and industry. Bind them, and gag their mouths sure, I alone Will be your convoy. Can it be! There is something more Then fatherly love in this. Why where should he kiss? are you distracted? Forward. What is her fault? a! how is this? Heaven forbid it, I guess at it, but must be further satisfied, I will sift him In private therefore, quit the room. He still retains The greatness of his spirit.