JANE

My love. I begin to applaud thee, our States being both despe rate, they' are soon resolute, but how for horses? Arm your wits then speedily, there shall want no thing in me, either in behaviour, discourse or fashion, that shall discredit your intended purpose. I will so art-fully disguise my wants, And set so good a courage on my state, That I will be believed. 'Tis right the world, for in these days and old men love to his kindred, is Like his kindness to his wife, it's always done before he comes at it. Is he so sir? I think so? Master Wit-good? where are you? Nor land, nor living say you, pray take heed you do not wrong the Gentleman? Is my love so deceived, before you all I do renounce him, on my knees I vow He never shall marry me,— The world is so deceitful? Pray sir. Up stairs! troth I am weary Master Wit-good Nay I commend your care, 'tis done well of you? ass what have I forgotten. I slipped my wedding Ring off when I washed, and left it at my lodging, prithee run, I shall be sad without it, so, he's gone!—boy? Husband and Gentlemen, hear me but a word. Let him in peaceably, you know we're sure, from any act of his. Was it not cause too much? Send to inquire his state, most partly of it, Lay two years mortgaged in his Uncle's hands: ut y'aue been ever full of golden peech, If words were lands, your Nephew would be rich. I do protest before these Gentlemen, I will be as clear then, as I am now. Hum? faith sir twould Like me better here, here you were married, here let all rites be ended. Alas his creditors so merciless, my state being yet uncertain, I deem it not unconscionable to further him. Cursed be my rash and unadvised words, I'll set my foot upon my tongue, And tread my inconsiderate grant to dust. No sir, idem have it done some Nobler way Of your side; idem have you come off with honour, Let baseness keep with them: why have you not the means sir, the occasions offered you. No more,—why do your worst for that, I defy you. Call up thy wits for thou hast been devoted to follies a long time. Despise me, publish me I am your wife, What shame can I have now but yowl have partly, If in disgrace you share, I sought not you: You pursued me, nay forcest me, Had I friends would follow it, Less then your Actium has been proved a rape. Nor did I ever boast of lands unto you, Money or goods: I took a plainer course: And told you true idem nothing, If error were committed it by you. thank your own folly, nor has my sin been so odious but worse has been for given, nor am I so deformed but I may challing the utmost power of any old men love, she that tastes not sin before, twenty to one but sheele taste it after: most of you old men are content to marry young Virgins and take that which follows, where marrying one of us, you both save a sinner, and are quit from a cuckold for ever, "And more in brief let this your best thoughts win, "She that knows sin, knows best how to hate sin. I have been true unto your pleasure, and all your lands thrice racked, was never worth the Jewel which I prodigally gave you, my virginity; Lands mortgaged may return and more esteemed, But honesty once pawned, is never redeemed. I know I am your loathing now, farewell. I that have been the secret consumption of your purse shall I stay now to undo your last means, your wits? hence Currizan away. From me! be happy then, What lies within the power of my performance, Shall be commanded of thee. Come I must help you where about left you, I'll proceed. Though you beget, 'tis I must help to breed, Speak what is't, Idem feign conceive it. Rich News! There's some in chains and Jewels, I am so haunted with shuters Master Wit-good, I know not which to dispatch first. Among the number, one Master Hoard and Ancient Gentleman. It may well hold so, for he rails on you, Speaks shamefully of him. I first denied him, but so cunningly, It rather promised him assured Hope's, Then any lose of labour. I expect him every hour, with Gentlemen, With whom he labours to make good his words, To approve you Riotous, your state consumed, your Uncle,— Thanks sweet master Wit-good. Step in, I think I hear e'm. Y are welcome Master Hoard. I cannot tell, How my affections may dispose of me, But surely if they find him so desartlesse, Theyle have that reason to withdraw themselves. And therefore Gentlemen I do entreat you, As you are fair in Reputation, And in appearing form so shine in truth; I am a widow and alas you know, Soon ouerthowen, 'tis a very small thing, That we withstand, our weakness is so great, Be partial unto neither, but deliver, Without affection your opinion, It suffics? Alas, how soon are we poor souls beguiled! Alas, you love not widows but for wealth, I promise you I would nothing sir, Now I must hope the best, But Master Hoard, one thing I mus remember you of before these gentlemen your friends, how shall I suddenly avoid the loathed Solleciting of that perjured Wit-good, and his Tedious—dissembling Uncle, who this very very day hath appointed a meeting for the same purpose too, where had not truth come forth I had been undone, utterly undone. In that it pleases you, it likes me well. Farewell sir.— Come hither sirrah, learn secretly if one Master Hoard and ancient Gentleman be about house? Commend me to him. O you come well: away, to boat, be gone. I had I but seen any such thing performed why twould have tied my affection and contained me in my first desires, do you think ifayth, that I could twine such a dry, oak as this, had promise in your Nephew took effect: When I shall hear this done, I shall soon yield, to reasonable terms. I, with all my heart. Thats all I wait for. Faith spoke to ease his mind,— You know now, little to any purpose. He would do mountains now. I did sir? Some foolish words I must confess did pass, Which, now letigiously he fastens on me. Too strong I fear, would I were well freed of him. He is now caught by his creditors, the slave's needy, his debts petty, he'll rather bind himself, to all inconuenien ces then rot in prison, by this only means you may get a re lease from him, it's not yet come to his Uncle's hearing, send speedily for the creditors, by this time he's desperate, he'll set his hand to any thing, take order for his debts, or discharge e'm quite, a pax on him, lets be rid of a rascal. Ime yet Like those, whose riches lie in dreams, If I be wakte there false, such is my fate, Who ventures deeper then the desperate state. Though I have find yet could I become new, For where I once vow, I am ever true. Out you penurious slave. Idem feign know that. Shame. Doubt nothing, theres a Release a drawing and all to which you must set your hand. But me thinks i'faith you might have made some shift to discharge this your self, having in the mortgage, and ne ver have burdened my conscience with it. Please you Madam a while to taste the air in the garden? O heaven, I am betrayed, I know that face. Alas you know at first sir, I told you I had nothing: Lo, Gentlemen, before you all. In true reclaimed form I fallen, Henceforth for ever I defy, The Glances of a sinful eye, Waving of Fans, which some suppose, Tricks of Fancy, Treading of Toes, Wringing of Fingers, biting the Lip, The wanton gate the alluring Trip, All secret friends and private meetings, Close born letters, and Bawds greetings, Feigning excuse to women's Labours, When we are sent for to'th next Neighbours, Taking false Physic, and never start, To be let blood, though sign be at heart, Removing chambers, shifting beds, To welcome Friends in husbands steads, Them to enjoy, and you to marry, They first served, while you must tarry, They to spend and you to gather, They to get and you to father, These and thousand thousand more, New reclaimed I now abhor. The presumption was nothing Master Wit-good, is this yours Uncle sir? Why what would you wish me do sir? I must not overthrow my state for love, We have too many presidents for that, From thousands of our wealthy undone widows One may derive some wit; I do confess, I lou worser your Nephew, nay I did affect him, Against the mind and liking of my friend: Believed his promises, lay here in hope, Of fla terd living and the boast of lands, Coming to touch his wealth and state indeed, It appears dross, I find him not the man, Imperfect, mean, scarce furnished of his needs: In words, fair Lordship's, in performance Houills, Can any woman love the thing that is not? Nay I besecch your silence Master Hoard, You are a party. Sir? would you with me.