SAM

Let's home to our studies and put cases. Time would be better spent in reading laws, Teaching our knowledge how to argue doubts: For in our after-states such may arise That without policies help may ruin it. It's not to make it my profession, (Although in some it be most necessary) (For how can government and laws subsist Without their ministers, whose skill and judgement Distinguish right from wrong) but to be able To man ge what's mine own, as time shall send it, You are likely to inherit fair possessions, G in'd by a father's industry ; perhaps With some contention, and conveyances M y be defe tive: were't not better fa re Your self could u derstand it, then to trust The honesty or skill of a bought counsel? I had rather hear another resolution. If I avoid the excess. Indeed sir, my affection Is better pleased with solitary study: A sober morning's walk, is exercise Enough for me. You may command a resignation. It's surely she : they're all her lineaments. Had I never seen her ; had not knowing sense Power to distinguish, n turall instinct Would tell me it's my sister. Why disguised? And why come hithe ? it hath wrapped my reason In mists of wonder. Yet I cannot fear She hath betrayed her honour to base wantonness. She had a guard of virtues; else hypocrisy Taught her to seem a Saint, and paint that goodness e With a false colour. Know you not my sweet heart? Is not your name Bellamuel? Deny's her self. There's something in't above my reach of fear. Passion forbear me, and I'll work with policy, To find the scope of all. Is she your servant? I wou worser have called her kinswoman for resemblance She hath with one of mine. Means she in the mystical sense of ill? Diogenes in dolio. Pox on your Pandarising. My Sister turned a common prostitute? I must discover it. Now must I practice unaccustomed impudence. By your leave gentle creatures: may I have my turn now for a little sport! Nay, nay, sweetheart, thou shalt serve: thy Mistress is too deer; and I am loath to pay overmuch for repentance. It's but changing offices: let her hold the door for thee. Good Lady light-heele; give your servant leave to practice the trade you have taught her. That such per fections as appear in this woman should be sold to every base desire. Come wench, thy brown complexion plea seth me better then thy Mistress's: thou dost not paint, and art the likelier to be wholesome. He re's half a crown wench; me thinks it's a fair rate. Would! singer in the eye? Keep thy tears for penance in Bride well. Cry when money's offered thee? Would! are you my Sister? Why S ee's in the Country at mine Uncle's, Teaching her hand some neat industrious practice; Or painting with her needle the rare form Of some choice flower; to her busy servant Discoursing Morals; or perhaps at prayers, Or meditation: these were her exercises; Not prostitution. What and impudence Is this imposture? Then you are my Sister? No. I'm deaf to all excuse. It's too apparent. Possess me virtuous rage; make me the instrument Of a religious justice. O that the knowing soul, which can distinguish It self and powers; should yield her government To the lascivious appetite of sense: And under such a base subjection Ruin her noble parts. True estimation Is grounded on the actions of the mind: And to determine bravely, well as honestly, Must be the last, and most refined digestion Of a high flying nature. Such should hers be. She wanted not th'instruction, nor example Of worthy Parents, that honour is the most Essential partly of life, and valewd above it. O hypocrisy, Thy painted shows must likewise mock our judgments Into and apt credulity, that makes Bade worse by the dissembling. Had she wanted Or means of power or fortune to discover This inclination; Like the Serpent numbed With a long rigidness, forbear's to sting His warmers bosom, not because he hath not A poison; but because the force thereof Is feebled by the cold. Who'lever trust devotion, or believe That any zeal is earnest? I should rather Have called and Eremite hypocrite: or suspected Th'austerities of and Anchorite to be But for vainglory or a common fame, Then her appearing goodness. Fury prompts me To a black act. It's well I have no sword. But may she not survive her first repentance; Which shame or punishment shall teach her quickly. Lustful insatiate whore. Could not a husband Have cold your blood? If it be earnest, cured a wounded fame. My reputation would have bled a little, Had she lived longer infamous: her death May loose the memory of her dishonour. What are you sir, that seem thus tender of her? It's not your compliment Can win upon me. If your worth deserves My Sisters love (I hope my Uncle's care Hath well examined it) freely enjoy What you desire: But my opinion is Scarce settled yet. You seem a Gentleman. If Bellamy be virtuous, she's my Sister; And shall not loose that interest. But prithee tell me, what's her condition? I mean her calling. Her profession then. Here's money for thee. P et ee to l me how was she born? This fellow trifles. Is the Keeper thy Master her own Fath r? Is she a Gentlewoman or not? Prithee no more. Mine eye never saw with aptness to desire That beauty could enthral m'unbounded thoughts With passionate affection. Yet this piece Is absolute, and such as cannot choose But have a glorious mind. Love is a cement That joins not earthly parts above, but works Upon th'eternall substance making oh e Of two agreeing souls. Were she born nobly, (As surely such perfections cannot be The issue of base parents) so that infamy Might not succeed, here would I fix my choice. Beside she's virtuous, and her education Beseeming reatnesse: her discourse; pure language; Judgement, and full behaviour argue it. Which are so glorious, I must admire the actions that express them. I hope your judgement does not call it ill, That my intemperate anger being grounded On virtuous suspicion, did transport me Beyond a moderate passion. I am satisfied. Your innocence hath cleared my jealousy; Which was I know instruction to my sister, And only working means that kept her safe. The Gentleman she loves I find is worthy: Though his estate through the improvidence Of a free minded Father, low enough. My Uncle may repair it: she hath Hope's Inherit all. And trust me did I love Where I perceived desert, no inequality Of Fortune's blind additions, birth or state, Should interpose a let to my enjoying. How she instructs me In resolution? Fairest I shall use None other circumstance, or paint a passion My reasons eye allows: though first my sense Conveyed the knowledge of your outward form, And full perfections, which must needs contain A richer inside. Virtue seldom dwells But in a glorious frame. I love your goodness: For that your beauty. In my new born wishes I have determined you the partner Of all that's mine. My state's not very mean: If'twere, zeal should supply; I'de strive to merit The free gift of your self, and in exchange Return my self. How you do bless me As suddenly as my desires could shape A means to work it? Instantly the Church Shall seal the bargain. It's heavens providence That hath disposed it. Thus I seal my vows My Uncle! what makes he here? new doubts arise. You are welcome to Totenham Court Uncle. She's my Wife, Uncle. Is she married Sir? Kind Uncle, call not poverty a sin. Wealth's but the gloss and outside of desert. And for my Sister, since she loves this Gentleman, She hath some portion left her; your estate Would be a fair addition: but the loves Of Uncle's are uncertain. The truth is, I love this maid: she's but this Keepers daughter; Yet I would marry her, please her good Father To be consenting. She's richer then the Indies. As your Commodity: How did you Like it Sir? Enter Host.