WORTHGOOD

C Ome, my Delight ; let not such painted griefs Press down thy soul: the darkness but presents Shadows of fear, which should secure us best From danger of pursuit. Let his rage persist To enterprise a vengeance; we'll prevent it. Wrap't in the arms of night (that favours Lovers) We hitherto have scaped his eager search, And are arrived near London. Sure I hear The Bridges Cataracts, and such Like murmurs As night and sleep yield from a populous number. Early Cock Hath sung his summons to the days approach: It'll instantly appear. Why, startled Bellamy! Come, come; It's thy fear sum gest's Illusive fancies: under Loves protection We may presume of sa etie. Where's my oue? Dart from thy silver Crescent one fair beam Through this black air thou Governess of night, To show me whither she is led by fear. Thou envious darkness to assi to us hither, And now prove fatal. Silence your noise, you clamorous ministers Of this injustice. Bellamy is lost; She's lost to me. Nor her fierce Uncle's rage Who whets your eager aptness to pursue me With threats or promises; nor his painted terrors Of laws severity, could ever work Upon the temper of my resolute soul, To soften't into fear, till she was lo to: Hollow within. Not all th'illusive horrors which the night Presents unto imagination Affright a guilty conscience, could possess me, While I possessed my Love: the dismal shrieks Of fatal Owls, and groans of dying Mandrakes, While her sost palm warmed mine, were music to me, And were this hand but once more clasped in hers, This should resist th'assault, inspired by love With more then humane vigour. Their light appear's. No safety does con is't In passion or complaints. Night, let thine arms Again receive me; and if no kind minister Of better fate guide me to Bellamy ; Be thou eternal. After so many longings to sal to The welcome light, it hath betrayed my sense To worse affliction, then if sights privation Had made it useless; since it wants the object Can both delight and feed it, Back blushing morn To thy Mygdonian bed; there shake the Due From thy wet locks; and teach thy guilty shame To die that read in and eternal black, Unless it bring more comfort. Would! 'tis a fair salute. I do return your wish. This sure is Marrowbone-Parke, and he the Keeper. A Gentleman that comes not to offend you. I spoil no game: you see I am unfurnished Of instruments for such a wanton mischief. Must saucy groom! can any patience Construe it manners? Your rude compulsion shall not Enforce me to express so weak a spirit, While I have hands, and this. How happy now Might this occasion make me, were she lost Beyond that hope which whispers her yet safety! I must preserve my sell e. The thou to iumph'st In my submission, because I had rather loose A little outward credit to prevent Woe see mischief, know I can devise revenge, Shall be a fair example for b see difference From the pretence of any borrowed power To overdo it's duty. My name's Worthgood. Here's a change. Why sure my name's a sp ll. How it hath calmed The tempest of his fury! What wouldst else? It cannot sure be fear that makes me jealous. I dare the worst of fate. Be he and actor In my pursuit, I'll venture all at once. I have lost a Gentlewoman, and doubt her safety: If any chance hath guided you to find her, Do not delay my satisfaction. Shall I give faith? my resolution's mad; Yet it shall try th'event. Despair my bring A good success to and indifferent thing. Exeunt. Your first sir hath intitch't it. And hallowed it into a Temple. Pray sir. Conduct me to the Altar, where I may Pay the endue sacrifice of my desires To her; and thanks to you. Sir, my suspicion prompts me you are treacherous: And these fair seeming undertakings traps To catch me. I will share the pains; And venture once again to try you thoroughly. My patience Sir hath hitherto made fair The outside and appearance of that good Your promise seemed to mean me. Circum tance Does now instruct my fear, that this credulity May be my danger. Treachery oft lurks In compliments. Y'have sent so many posts Of undertakings, they outride performance. And make me think your fair pretences aim At some intended ill; which my prevention Must strive avert. Then good sir, leave me. You have heardmy story; But why it should so stir compassion In any stranger, counsel cannot well Remove the doubt. Oh fate, unless thy guiding kinder prove, Despair kills all my hope, and ends my love. Exeunt. I give no answer to uncivil questions With calmer words. And yet I scorn to strike, Unless I saw some armour for resistance. He your Brother sweet? His pardon first; then leave I may embrace His worthy love. And am one: that was given me in my birth. If not, my sword hath purchased it. What's more to be expected Can cross or crown our loves with new events? Exe. Astonishment gath seized my faculties. My Love, my Bellamy. Would! Look up my love: would! What malicious chance Begets this new prevention of our happiness? O let our souls together climb the height Of their eternity; if fate denies Other enjoying. Mine own Sister, sir, Supposed to have died and infant! What a knot of Fortune's Is here untied. O let me wear you ever Upon my heart with these. Enter Servant hastily. Mine Uncle's servant! What new accident? What means that Gentleman? Pray upb aid me not With a dead men misfortune. I have been A soldier, and perhaps am apt to anger.