BRIDE

Love you mean sir; Give it no other name, might I own that And call it my possession, soon this melancholy Should leave it's mansion, and a Brides full joy Inhabit here. You surely do repine; And it may be this act begets your fear Of being dispossessed a father's love. Which he must now in some proportion Confer on me. Let me prevent your oath; Or swear by another book. Perhaps it'll be The last warm kiss my lips shall ever feel. kiss. I do believe you love me. weeps. My blusnes speak consent: then if you please Prevent prevention. My desires were never Settled on any other, though I durst not Reveal my passion awed by feminine custom, And my strict parents eyes. If you'll receive me, The desperate state of my cross fortune arms me To any enterprise you'll be my guide in Thou seemest sweet heart as if the hadst fears within thee. We may securely now discourse our loves, And weary time with words, Till we are fit To act our wishes. Now you smell of flattery I would not have you court what you possess with any attribute above its merit. If my being yours you count your happiness, Let us be sudden to confirm our selves Mutually happy, ever our parents rage Can reach us to prevent it. Sudden dumbs: Whence are they? to my self I am not guilty Of a behaviour that should merit this. I prithee let me blush, and kiss away The clouds hang on thy brow. No discontent Should interpose where equal love hath mixed Equal desires; and for the noble end No base dependence. For could I but think Thy soul did harbour any bastard thought Which goodness might not father, I would back To my disgrace; and confidently meet My parents anger; all the affronts of rumor; And what the rabble pleased rather then stay To nurse it to a growth. Can love admit such scruples? Or is't thy coldness? I was too too credulous. But the necessity denied more trial. Here's a pretence indeed. Thou dost surely Want the best partly of man, and art not capable. Of resolution. Such a coward spirit Lodgeth not here. I now suspect thy worth, And blame my rashness. Why then farewell. Passion will guide me some where, goodness guard me From a despair; and whatsoever end I am disposed for, I'll remember thee Deniest thy self good in denying me. Resolved! to what? Now I think on't It's better not. I find my flame abated: My loves not half so violent, I can stay, And try you first. No matter for't I now begin t'examine what's in you S king And indifferent handsome From ; The superficies neatly varnished over. In it should dwell a soul rich as the building Does promise to the eye; but I suspect it. Thy actions suit not with a noble spirit. Thy loves but wanton passion, not the virtue Should give it warrant. He that would be mine, Must in his mind as well as outward shine. Again farewell. Offers again to go. Medicines applied To and unwilling or distrustful patient Their working's hindered. You have ill received The means; and what succeeds, your self is guilty of; No cruelty of mine. till confirmed Ther's merit in you. How's this? Thou canst not Figure a more impossibility. It must be never then. Call in thy vow; The rashness will dispense wich't I have played too long With the false shadow of my happiness, And mocked away the substance. By my love Zealous as ever kindled a chased flame I any maidens breast, I but dissembled To try thy patience, and beget discourse. I am so well confirmed in my opinion Of thy desert, that should a thousand tongues Swollen with detraction, break their tum'rou bags, Venting from thence the most corrupted malice That ever made man infamous to me It should be flattering praise. I man beside thee. Do not tempt thy fate Too far beyond a reconciliation With opportunity; as yet it serves. If this day give thee not possession of me Never expect it. I shall find a place To keep out shame. In some chased fellowship I'll learn to pay religious vows to heaven. And pray since here we cannot, we may be Happy hereafter in eternity. weeps. Yet the cause is him dreaded. pray let your counsels in our danger be Movers unto over serious thoughts and actions. Our peace is not yet settled; and we doubt What the success may be which our proceedings Are destined to. What mean you sir? You are mistaken sir, I have no skill In the art of prostitution. What sir? Help me sweet heart, will you use violence? Prithee sweet no more; 'Tis well the art safe. How lovely shows this valour? That in men There should be so much difference. pray ir continue it, And reconcile your passion, he shall be No more in such and error, to mistake The aim of your intentions. From my warrant He shall again be settled in's opinion Of your fidelity, not to be altered By after accidents. Prithee sweet remove the ill grounded jealousy and hear him. He'll Propose what may be useful. Prithee consent To this fair motion. We are anew betrayed. It shall not by my Hope's Of comfort in thy love. If your commission Be for our apprehension.— I will along with thee likewise. My prayers go with thee. Exit. Such sights will be delightful. I must strive In what I may my sad thoughts to withstand; Which do presage some mischief's near to hand. Ex to. The fortune of this day hath led me through Events both strange and dangerous. I hope As you are Gentlemen that you will make A fair construction of me, though the vulgar Borrow discourse and pastime from my act. What mean you gentlemen? I am betrayed unto a new misfortune. There is a malice in the stars that guide me, Which yet seem wanton, as their influence Were but a sportive mockery to show The various fates that do depend upon it. I have had strange deliverance; but the event Of this is full of horror. I pray gentlemen Do not make me the object for a quarrel. Your gravity should be judicious, And not mind trifles: such as youthful blood Heated with wine can no way be excused for. A challenge sure. Some happy chance direct Aid to prevent a mischief: Kickshaw returns. Would you would guide me to some house? Out Villain: Would I could spet a leprosy upon thee. Help help. Kickshaw falls on his knees, and Bride holds back Theophilus I being safe Prithee forbear him. Soon as my fears Have finished their effects of trembling, And that my breath's recovered, shalt know all. What object's this? Alas your Cousin Raven Wounded or dead? what hand hath done it? Why dost not fly then? I'll bear thee company in all adversities. Thy person being safe time may effect A pardon by some composition. If thou be taken, thou meetest thy certain end Mingled with shame; and mine hath the same date: I'll not out live thee. Wilt thou not fly then? prithee do not rashly Play away safety. Even to death, In that shalt find me resolute. I'll vy Against thy courage with my constancy.