EVADNE

The Taylor yet returned Nurse? I wonder why he makes gowns so imperfect They needs so many says. Would, Does his soul shoot with and equal Dart From the commanding Bow of loves great God, Keep passionate time with mine? or has aside. She spied my error to reflect with eager beams Of thirsty love upon a Taylor, being my self Born high?—I must know more. In love good Nurse ; with whom? Fie this becomes you not. You're uncivil. Leave your talk, One knocks, go see. Knocks within. A Taylor, fie, blush my too tardy soul, And on my brow place a becoming scorn, Whose fatal sighed may kill his mounting Hope's. Were he but one that when 'twas said he's born, Had been born noble, high, Equal in blood to that our House boasts great; I'de fly into his arms with as much speed, As and air cutting arrow to the stake. But Oh he comes, my fortitude is fled. Bid him draw near. What have you done it now? Lord what a neat methodical way you have To vent your Phrases; pray when did you commence? Doctor I mean, you speak so physical. Leave us. When Sabastiano clad in conquering steel, And in a phrase able to kill, or from a cowards heart Banish the thought of fear; wo'd me, Wone not so much upon my captive soul As this youths silence does: aside. Help me some power out of this tangling maze, I shall be lost else. I have a question must be directly answered No excuse, but from thy heart a truth. I take your word, My aged Nurse tells me you love her, Answer; i'st a truth? (Would) My life, Like to a bubble i'th air, Dissolved by some uncharitable wind, Denies my body warmth: your breath Has made me nothing. she faints. You say you love her. Have I ungrateful man, Like to the Sun, That from the Heavens sends down his Cherishing beams on some religious plant, That with a bow the worship of the Thankful, pays the preserver of his life, And groth: But thou, unthankful man, In scorn of me, to love a Callender of many Years. Arise; it is a Ceremony endue unto none but heaven. I believe you, and thus exchange a devout vow, Humbly upon my knees, that though the Thunder of my brother's rage should force divorce, Yet in my soul to love you; witness all The winged inhabitants of the highest heaven. Be thy self again. Fie, you have done it ill, our brother, say you? Pray you take it home and mend it. My Tailer. Love bids me pray, and on his Altars make A Sacrifice, for my loved Tailors sake. Exit. How mean you sir? Nurse pray leave us, your presence makes your Sweet heart negligent of what he comes about; Pray be wone to leave us here. Come you are loath to partly with't it's so sweet. My deer friend, let not thy lovely person March with the scolding peace affrighting Drum: War is too cruel: come isle chain You here, here in my arms; and stifle you With kisses; you shall not go—by this you shall not go, I'll smother that harsh breath. They kiss. Oh my deer friend, my brother, w'are undone. Oh my lost brother! 'Ene what you please, your tyranny can't bear A shape so bade to make Evadne fear: Strong innocence shall guard my afflicted soul, Whose constancy shall tyranny control. Exeunt. Help, a Rape. Within. Murder: a Rape. Within. Kill me; O kill me: Rather let me die, Than live to see the jewel that adorns The souls of virtuous Virgins ravished from me. Do not add sin to sin, and at a price That ruiues me, and not enriches you, Purchase damnation: do not, do not do't: Sheath here your sword, and my departing soul, Like your good Angel, shall folicit heaven To dash out your offences: let my flight Be pure and spotless: do not injure that, Manhood would blush to think on. it is all A maids Divinity: wanting her life She's fair Coarse: wanting her chastity, A spotted soul of living infamy. Oh thou preserver of near lost Evadne, What must my weakness pay? Assist me some good power, (it is my friend) Make me but wise enough to resolve my self. They that know me mortal, term me Evadne. Pray you sir, unto the bound of what I owe you, Which is a poor distressed Virgins life, add This one debt: what are you? 'Tis questionless my Tailor. I am she, (Receive me to your arms) not altered In my heart, though in my clothes. How do you? You look distractedly. What say you sweet? His fences are unsettled; I'll go seek Some holy man to rectify his wits. Sweet will you go unto some Hermit's Cell? You look as you lacked rest. Thou silent God, that with the leaden Mace Arresteth all (save those prodigious birds) That are Fates Heriulds to proclaim all ill; Deaf Giovanno, let no fancied no see Of ominous Screech owls, or night Ravens voice Affright his quiet senses: let his sleep Be free from horror, or unruly dreams; That may beget a tempest in the streams Of his calm reason: let they run as smooth, And with as great a silence, as those do That never took and injury; where no wind Had yet acquaintance: but Like a smooth Crystal, Dissolved into a water that never frowned, Or knew a voice but music. Holy Hermit's, for such your habits speak you, Join your prayers with a distressed Virgins; That the wits of this distracted young man May be settled. Blessed be those gentle powers that— Brother. To Antonio. Some power that hearkens to the prayer of virgins, Has been distilled to pity at my Fortune's; And made Evadne happy. Go good Sebastiano. Sir, she has spoke my meaning. Oh my Sebastine. My brother has already made you known. Oh my brother. Heaven— I am as spotless, thank your happy self That saved me from those Robbers, as The child which yet is but a jelly, it's so young.