KEEPER

Why what is she? That word strike's deep amazement. Is she quite dead! She may be recovered. Pull her by the nose. Wring her by the little finger. Cast water on her face. Her spirits are returned; give her more air. What's he should own that name! wonder and doubt Have raised a war within me, Look up mistress: You shall not want what comfort we can give you. For some blessed Oracle to unfold the meaning Of this so oft repeated name. What mean you gentlewoman? Mistress, we know you not; and all your words Appear distraction: Nor can they satisfy Our yet amazement. Such as do compassionate Your feeling sorrows, and would comfort you. Go home with her daughter; use your best care in administering to her: we know not what fate depends upon it. When I have walked the round I'll return. Exeunt. What passion fight within me, that beget Several constructions of this accident? But what my hope interprets cannot be. How apt is misery to dream that blessings Are all immediate, and no underworkings Of means and counsel! I'll not sl tter it; ('Tis but th'eff ct of passion) but return To my delight of labour. Saw you the herd Last night sir ah? And how fed they? You'll not leave your saucy wit, until it be bea ten out of you. And what did you with them? You have surely gleaned from that Poet. Wh to did you with the rest? Well sirrah, round you the S uth side oth'Parke; and meet me at the great Oak. I'll this way. He seems a discontented Gentl man. S me dueller perhaps. Perhaps to revenge and affront done his Mistress. It needs no adjective the sense is common enough. To your walk sirrah. I'll observe him. Discontent Rides on his forehead; and does seem to trample Upon his souls dejection. Would I knew him. Good morrow Sir. Sir, you must pardon me If I seem curious in some few demands. My office and this place are privilege For more then questions. Pray Sir what are you? But Sir, without a better satisfaction I must suspect you still. Mere recreation To walk for health seldom invites young Gallants To leave their beds so early. I must have more. At that guard Sir? Then this must countercheck it. Either tell me Your name, condition, and your business here; By my just anger for this foul provoking I shall not spare you else. Enough; that word hath power to check the force Of any passion, though the hottest rage Enslam'd it to be active. What black star Was found th'ascendant in my crooked birth: That all my life's sad accidents should be Such pregnant ils begetting one another! One sudden ra ness in a moment might Perhaps have mined him my duty honours: Making this hand a mover to his death, Whose life I ought to cherish. Nothing but pardon Sir; or if you please Occasion brought you hither. Lost you no company? I joy that chance made me the instrument Of such a good. Please you to follow me. I'll guide you to this pensive one, that grieves More your feared lose then her own misery. She named you oft; when (by her fit transported) Recovering from a sown, she thought her self Surprised by some that meant her injury. You're welcome to this roof; too mean a covering For such a guest. Slip, call my daughter. Your trifling's unseasonable sirrah. But where are they? Run you after, and call them back. Sir, you make a worse constant unction Of my good meaning, then so fair expressions Can any w y deserve. Pray sir go with me, We'll overtake them. Follow you sirrah. Exeunt. And why should you think so Slip? Inquire diligently, sirrah. Sir, though my outside's mean; I have a soul Instructed in all dues belong to man. I never yet misused a common Actium With a prepared dissembling. My intents Are fairer then your jealousy, which lives But in the darkness of your ignorance. It's a blind humour, let discretion guide it: That th'end of your own good be not perverted By ill receiving of the hopeful means My freen sse offers. Why Sir, I know a gentleman Worthy in all things; but his crosser fortune (On which mine had dependence as a servant) Robbed him at once of all those gifts she lent him; Estate, life, wife; his infant-Issue left To her blind pity. Can I think you then, Without some feeling, hear the sad relation Of a misfortune, is so Like to that, As if the self same inauspicious stars To them Slip. Were both their means. The news sirrah. Hast found them? The cry came from this Chamber. Hold sirrah. Gentle sir, Let my persuasion work upon your temper; And make it pliable to forgo all jealousy, And misconstruction. Something is reserved In mine own knowledge, shall disperse those clouds That muffle error in their misty rolls; And makes it blind in all things but in mischief. Now Ciceley, It's time that you disrobe. A larger room Were more convenient. Please you sir the house Is well accommodated. Blessings unexpected. If she be willing. She's a poor girl Sir. That would likewise Have been as useless. I conceive such joy At these events, they almost have confounded My preparations to begin the Story Reserved to crown all. First do you embrace A natural Sister. This is Cicilia Worthgood, Whom my Wife nursed when both your Parents died. I have been careful of her education Well as her person; though my love concealed The knowledge of her self still from her self. Least I should loose her: being only comfort I wished from providence: Such was the du y With which I honoured your dead Ancestors That brought me up. It does your Nephew, to whose loves embrace I next commend her, and a portion too. She shall inherit something that hath been Stored from my care; nor hath her industry Wanted a share. Most opportunely Widow. I have solicited long; and if you will now consent, let's bear these company. Pray Sir let's in: we may perhaps find them here. Why then to Pancras: each with his loved consort And make it Holiday at Totenham-Court.