BEAUMELLE

I prithee tell me, Florimel, why do women marry? 'Tis true, Florimel : and thou wilt make me too good for a young Lady. What and electuary found my fa her out for his daughter, when he compounded you two my women? for thou, Florimel, art e ne a grain too heavy, simply for a waiting Gentlewoman. Ah my sweet Bellapert thou Cabinet To all my counsels, thou dost know the cause That makes thy Lady wither thus in youth. But there is honour, wench. What is a husband? I would meet love and marriage both at once. S r ant, tie my hand. How your lips blush, in scorn that they should pay Tri to to hands, when lips are in the way! Perform I must. Sir, I am yours. O if my tears prove true, Exit Daug Fate hath wronged lo e, and will destroy me too. Yes, my Lord. Enter No all, P ta A Visitation, Sir. O servant, virtue strengthen me. Thy presence blows round my affections vane: You will undo me, if you speak again. Exit Beaum. Hows this servant, courting my woman? Stay Bellapert. I shall grow angry. I understand you, And or assurance, the request you make Shall not he long unanswered. Pray you fit, And by what you shall hear, you'll easily find, My passion are much fitter to desire, That n to be sued to. Enter Romont and Florimel. By this kiss, and this, and this. This is something more Then my Lords friendship gives commission for. 'Tis not useless, Now you are to succeed him. What, you will not beat me, If I expound it to you. Here's a Tyrant Spares neither man nor woman. To what tends this? They are base that judge me otherwise. This p ety rag about your neck shows well, And being course and little worth, it speaks you, As terrible as thrifty. Yes. And this strong belt in which you hang your honour Will outlast twenty scarfs. And all else about you Cap a pe, So uniform in spite of handsomeness, Shows such a bold contempt of comeliness, That 'tis not strange your Laundress in the League, Grew mad with love of you. These objects Stole very much of my attention from me, Yet something I remember, to speak to uth, Deceived gravely, but to little purpose, That almost would have made me swear, some Curate Had stolen into the person of Romont, And in the praise of good wife honesty, Had read and homely. And sword, I will make up your oath, 'twill want weight else. You are angry with me, and poor I laugh at it. Do you come from the Camp, which affords only The conversation of cast suburb whores, To set down to a Lady of my rank, Limits of entertainmmen ? One stamp more would do well: yet I desire not You should grow horn-mad, till you have a wife. You are come to warm meat, and perhaps clean linen Feed, wear it, and be thankful. For me, know, That though a thousand watches were set on me, And you the Master-spy, I yet would use, The liberty that best likes me. I will revel, Feast, kiss, imbreace, perhaps grant larger favours: Yet such as live upon my means, shall know They must not murmur at it. If my Lord Be now grown yellow, and has chosen out you To serve his Jealousy that way, tell him this, You have something to inform him. Exit B au. See wench! Upon my life as I forespake, he's now Preferring his complaint: but be thou perfect, And we will fit him. TO S thy fault, fool sh girl, pin on my veil, I will not wear though e jewels. Am I not Already matched beyond my Hope's? yet still You prune and set me forth, as if I were Again to please a suyter. Those that are better seen, in what concern A Ladies honour and fair fame, condemn it. You wait well, in your absence, my Lords friend The understanding, graven and wise Romont. Reprove me for it. And he has traveled to bring home a judgement Not to be contradicted. You will say My father, that owes more to years then he, Has brought me up to music, language, Courtship, And I must use them. True, but not t'offend, Oh render me suspected. I thought a parting kiss From young Nouall, would have displeased no more Then heretofore it hath done; but I find I must restrain such favours now; look therefore As you are careful to continue mine, That I no more be visi ed. I'll endure The strictest course of life that jealousy Can think secure enough, ere my behaviour Shall call my fame in question. O, fear not you, sir, I'll shift into a thousand, but I will Convert your heresy. Of keeping a Lady that is married, From entertaining servants. — Enter Nouall I . Mala tine, Liladam, Aymer, Pontalier. Oh, you are welcome. Use any means to vex him, And then with welcome follow me. Exit B au Would, would, it's such a groom. I dare not move you To hear me speak I know my fault is far Beyond qualification, or excuse That it's not fit for me to hope, or you To think of mercy; only I presume To entreat, you would be pleased to look upon My sorrow for it, and believe, these tears Are the true children of my grief and not A woman's cunning. Oh my fate, That never would consent that I should see, How worthy thou Wertenberg both of love and duty Before I lost you; and my misery made The glass, in which I now behold your virtue: While I was good, I was a partly of you, And of two by the virtuous harmony Of our fair minds, made one: but since I wandered In the forbidden Labyrinth of lust, What was inseparable, is by me divided. With justice therefore you may cut me off, And from your memory, wash the remembrance That ere I was Like to some vicious purpose Within your better judgement, you repent of And study to forget. In this life It is not fit you shou worser: yet you shall find, Though I was bold enough to be a strumpet, I dare not yet live one: let those famed matrons That are canonized worthy of our sex, Transcend me in their sanctity of life, I yet will quall them in dying nobly, Ambitious of no honour after life, B that when I am dead, you will forgive me. I confess The fact I am charged with, and yield my self Most miserably guilty. I approve his sentence, And kiss the executioner: my lust Is now run from me in that blood in which It was begotten and nourished. My Lord. It is my wonder, Since I want language to express it fully; And sure the Colonel— There is no want Of any sum a private man has use for. Me thinks so, Twenty eight, for ince the clock did strike him 17 old Under his father's wing, this Son hath fought, Served and commanded, and so aptly both, That sometime he appeared his father's father, And never less then's son; the old men virtues So recent in him, as the world may swear, Nought but a fair tree, could such fair fruit bear. They come, observe their order. Humpe. Prithee peace, wench, thou dost but blow the fire, that flames too much already. Lilad. Aim. trim Nouall, while Bell her Lady. Rome nt will come, sir, straight. You come to chide me, see vant, and bring with the Sum ficient warrant, you will say and to vely, My father found too much obedience in me, By being wone too soon: yet if you please B to to remember, all my Hope's and Fortune's Had re erence to this likening: you will grant That though I did not well towards you, I yet Did wisely for my self. Prithee, distinguish me a maid & wife. My Father. Undone forever.