RAVEN

The Spanish and Dutch Merchant's! send there be no wars at the wedding. Cousin you're sad. Would I might know the reason, I'll help to put it from you. This may be a ground For me to work on. How can you doubt it? They were all signals that you should assault, And she would yield It's but a modest custom For men to woo. It's women's only pride To have men court them, not to be denied. Indeed it was your fault. None! Yes all that hear it. Who will not tax your indiscretion, And want of knowing what belongs to man, That will deny your self that right, perhaps None but your self can challenge. we are warranted To be indulgent to our selves so far As work our own contents by any means Conscience or law calls just. Then if the time Prevent it not, try your success: be sudden: Steal her away and marry her. My counsel's worth a better fee. Perhaps You fear some treachery in me. Clear your understanding, I'll prove you ought to do it, and I to aid you. You are his foster son, and I his kinsman. You he intends his heir, and yet he must not Neglect me altogether. When they are married Sshe'l find one to get Children. You're too violent. Be calm, and understand demonstrative reason, Children being born, then are you disinherited. When marrying her ther's and estate will follow Worth thousands: For she is the only child Her parents ever had. What more police. Could I be guilty of? When his displeasure Hath cast you of (for that way sure he'll punish The injury) stand not I fair to be Possessed of what you lose, the old men favour? Were you the only object of my hate, The good I'do my self would make the act Show of sufficient malice: but my love Guiding me to't— Howsoever you receive it I will attempt it. I'll prepare the Bride With this discovery: if she hath desires Shee'l some way give them liberty. The old man I then will pre ossesse with jealousy; And so endear me to him, that my ends Stand always fair in their opinions. A cunning villain must pretend to save. When most of all he does intend a grave Exit. It hath both possibility and circumstance To make it probable. Good ir observe Their discontents: how they do sympathise, And meet each other. Pray sir let them have And opportunity; I'll be the spy: And call you to their billing. Whither will you go? Theo. offers to follow. Wast not my plot to get this liberty That you might put your purpose into act If you have any? Why do you delay it? You see she's willing; I prepared her to it. To be your Bride. You may hereafter Discourse your loves. Play not away the occasion. Hers the key of the back gate: take water presently, and away to the— whispers —I'll follow, get you a Licence and see all dispatched. Fear not pursuit: that I'll hinder. Exeunt. So, the foundations laid on which I'll built My self a fortune, and with better safety Then making him away: Yet he must not marry her. That were t'enable him if my villainy Should be discovered to revenge and punish it. The old man! aid me now hypocrisy, Or all miscarries. O sir I have searched for you all the house over. I left them here so close condoling. They are questionless stolen to some private place. I'll sent them out, and bring you word. I must absent my self for fear my joy For this fair entrance does discover me. Exit. Vanished sir, not to be found. They are questionless run away together: the water gate is fast locked, and the key without. You were doubtful sir, and would hardly give credit to my relation. I should be glad of that. Yes at the Tower questionless. Exeunt. Father and Mother. A good proceeding hitherto. How is this? My plot's prevented too; curse on the charm That witcheth you to love him. Bring them home, But coupled: sine employment. Yet it's well You tell me your intent. My brain must work Some more successful mischief that may hit. No villain can prosper without wit. The wine oye. The tempest's laid, but they are scattered by it. Some to the Tower; to Pancrace others run. Noise fills the rooms within, and in the street The rabble is convented; where a jury Of wide mouthed oyster wives, to whom the foreman A one legged ballad singer opens tunably The merry case, not only do acquit you, But praise the act; and swear a ballad of I Would out fell all the libels ever yet M. P. subscribed to. Deserves a Chronicle A legend of delight. Which when it's read By the learned youth of Hogsden after supper, Shall cause such laughter amongst the attentive family, That Cheapside wives shall curse the noise, for souring The market women's cream and buttermilk. Cousin it is my zeal Makes me thus light and ayery; yet rather Then my behaviour should give way unto The least suspicion, I'll put on a shape Of Like dejectedness, as seems to cloth Your melancholic Bride; But how 'twould show 'Th occasion makes it doubtful. If shee'l weep Upon her wedding day, let it not be But that she apprehends the ensuing night Brings on her joyful fears. Cousin lets drink A health to the effect: a jolly boy Will follow fear not. Drinks Success! the best that time, And the application of endeavours can Crown your desires with. Yet I must confess Your parents storm, and threaten death if law By any trick can urge it. But the old man Seems to forgive you; only his intent Is to dispose his state some other way Then leave the least partly yours. Which to comply for With any least submission I should rather Banish my self his sighed, and cancelling All the obligations of indebted duty, Scorn to be flattered into payment of it. Cousin be ruled by me; confirm yourself In this possession. You may find delights Enjoying one another though restrained A general liberty. Get into the Country Remote enough, but where you may receive Weekly intelligence and means from me; Which I'l supply you with in a proportion For moderate expense. As things grow ripe I can inform you. As it hath been ever, It shall be still my care to do you offices (For mine own ends.) Consent. 'twould soon e had, If I prevent it not. A noise within. What noise is that? Perhaps some that pursue you; hide your selves Hers and inner room. Puts them into another room. This accident what ere it was hath gained me and open portunity. Squirrel thou must be intelligent and trusty. Hast observed? Ther's a question now to bring thy wit in question, and condemn thee for a puny politic in the S ock state. What blades are in the house? And they made the noise? Will they attempt? More, more: send them up; and apply thy self with cunning as thou expectest ever to thrive by the chostly sins of wenching. Away then to the execution. Counterfeit in our fears was causeless. The . and Bride come forth again. Have you business with any here sir? May not I pass? My wishes issue In all things yet. Are you much hurt sir? I hope so, if my plot succeeds. This was and unlooked business thrust upon me. But I must practice my hypocrisy With best art; else suspicion may discover. The gilded that's in me. Sure he's dead by this time, Unless his skin be proof against their points. If one of them should fallen, and he escape The rest I will suborn to make his life The laws. Thus villainy Like a pregnant mother From the success of one begets another. Exit. Mischief upon their baseness; how are they Declined from men! I hoped one desperate thrust Or stroke ever this had sent him to his quiet, And cut off farther labour to contrive it; It racks my invention. Yet I cannot rise To what I aim at but by his ruin. I was contriving mischief. I shall betray my self. A merry harmless mischief; whose relation Shall make the Ice of melancholic spleens Dissolve with laughter. It's a pretty plot Upon those roarers. There is a passage in't unperfect yet How apt is gilded to be its own discoverer? I almost had spoiled all. I cannot yet Fancy a good conclusion; it hath passages That would be get a neat one. Are you Cousin Resolved on your return? or will you practice As I advised? I mind no plots; my mind is only busy To make you safe. pray wrest it not. Suppose those baffled roarers Should in revenge waylay you: they are mischievous; And if you should miscarry— He surely does suspect me. How's that! your jealousy is and unkindness My love deserves not. Pray fancy what you please To strengthen your suspicion: it's indeed So weakly grounded, that unless you prop it With better circumstances, your own S am Shall ruin it, and justify my truth. I must out faced. It's not well that you Digress from your first plea to this foul satire. You should not tax my life, since it hath done you Those offices deserve (beside your thanks) Your most indulgence to my greatest faults Nor does it show of noble nature in you To credit infamy from a report, Until confirmed by knowledge. Howsoever You have declared your self in your suspicion; And hence forth I desist: my practises Have been so fruitless. One I had contrived To Crown the expression of my zealous care In your affairs. You might have used my love To better ends. When once suspected, Can I presume that any undertaking Will be received well? I shall never But fear hereafter all my actions Will not be fairly construed. Might I be Confirmed no missinterpretation should Wrest the intent. Thus it is. I have a little country house near Epping; Thither I would convey you. You may there Conceal your self some time; In which I'll practice A reconciliation with their loves By all the means that to my invention Can work. Nor think I have sinister ends; But fair, as ever perfect friendship made Glorious in the success. Please you to command My store; what I am Master of is your . I shall gain time to plot; my sudden policies Wanted a right foundation. Mischief forbid it. The Justice! then all's marred. They will discover all; curse on the accident That brought them hither. Hear them attentively, and then your care. Although my person came before you, sir, You were the first deliverer of this joy, Which I concealed for reasons: but desire I now may finish all in private: Cousin I know you wonder at the strangeness Of all: for which take this brief satisfaction. You are betrayed to receive punishment, For what you rather do deserve a Crown. This Justice and my self had the instructions All's nothing but a plot to get you back. Alas had I revealed the circumstance Of his professed love; fiegn'd intentions And the smooth traps were laid to catch you in, I know your nature of such easy temper, You rather would have flattered your self Into belief of them, then your own danger. 'Twas my prevention. By no means Let him be satisfied of all that's passed Which I'll instruct him how without his danger, While you are absent. Observe me sir, I will discover more. D'you think it's fit my cousin go alone sir? Suppose those bassled roarers (whom he did Justly correct) way l y him; may there not Be danger I it? Do you mark that sir he would have you guarded. Would you were off: I'll tell you more by the way. I'll along with you Cousin, so I may Borrow a weapon. By this, wh to I intend shall be conferred Upon those roarers, that will carry circumstance To make it credited, and quit me wholly Of all suspect. In mischief ther's content, When we on others lay the punishment. Exit. Doubtless the same. Some Bonaroba they have been sporting with. Your outlandish Merchant's are notable barterers for such English beware Many of them keep their recreations at pension; and sometime two copartners will share as even nightly. It's common. Wenching is Like friendship hath all things common. Over this style and then Pox on these French blades; no point! I have paid a debt to all my vain attempts With mine own ruin. Hell hath left me yet One means to express my malice. In my death Die to all knowledge of thy self; the world Beside me owns it not- Falls and lies as if he were dead. O? a surgeon. What wilt thou villain? It's time then to leave off counterfeiting I'm wounded, but I hope not mortally; I have no feeling of those accidents Are death's forerunners. Would I had a surgeon. If I survive, I will convert this mischief Into a benefit; and by his flight Possess my self as well of what I cove , As by his death. Sir you can witness for me How and by whom I did receive this wound. Although you know him not, make a description. You must dispense with scruple If you will serve my purposes a little, I can and will be thankful; otherwise What ever you are I can betray your life For your intent of rape. Go with me to a surgeon. My Uncle's voice. Help a surgeon: assist me now. My cousin ir? alas; ther's so much goodness In him, I must not think he could be tempted To wear such gilded about him. Good sir have me Unto a surgeon; and that gentleman Shall give you satisfaction, ere you give Him a release. I have a new design. Which I hope never will be. The Brides Father and a surgeon! what new devise is towards? Fat. and Serve. whisper. Good sir forbear that trouble. If he be fled with his fair Mistress, it's A discreet policy to shun the danger, Her parents anger might bring on him. 'Twas The French man wounded me. None sir that I know: I provoked him not; Unless he meant to rob me. Were there necessity: It's otherwise sufficient I have said it. I am still discovered. I have lighted upon it. Unto you all I do submit my self, And what I shall discover. I confess I may seem not to merit a belief That have already feigned so many untruths: But the officiousness of them considered I hope you'll credit this. It was my cousin Theophilus, that hurt me: But I know not Whither 'twere chance or malice for this gentleman Attempting rape upon your daughter sir, I drew a pointless weapon I had God; My cousins sudden apprehension Perhaps mad him suspect me: and not knowing I meant a rescue of the gentlewoman (Whose voice I herd, but could not through the is't Discern her person) made his rash hand wound me; Which for his sake I joy is not proved mortal, Nor will I hope. I did presume this man Unknown to any here was fled, nor would Return to take a punishment: and being A stranger was not capable of shame. Now my concealing who the actor was Neither his danger nor disgrace would follow. By no means sir: Call him not back; my wound may yet have danger; And if he should return to pay his life For mine that's so unworthy— It's not in all my stock of cunning now To hold out longer. Shame will be the end Of all my undertakings. I have much sir. Nor will there needs another testimony For confirmation of what I shall utter. He that with grief does publish his own shame, Speaks from truths records. You had a son, whose birth deprived his mother Of life; and what bestowed a joy upon you Robbed you of one. And have him still: enjoy him in Theophilus. Hear me sir and then You will have faith. The child you did dispose To be nursed by my mother, I being then And in ant likewise. She knowing by law That I was capable of your estate Your heir being once removed, soon plots To make the child away; attempts, but fainting In the execution left it in the fields; A formal burial strengthening the report That it was dead. By providence directed You found and bred it up, and this is he. My dying mother did reveal it to me With tears of penitence, and and injunction I should discover it: which my avarice And envy would not suffer me, but tempted My soul to those black practises, which now Cease with my shame and my repentance. I'll re oue All cause of after jealousy. Not yet sir. Mounsieur Kickshaw the French Cook's come to prepare dinner.