ROBERT

Misconstrue not, I beseech you. Sir it was my duty to let my Uncle lose. You cannot make a separation Sir, betwixt The duty that belongs to me, and love unto cle, aswell you may bid me love my Maker, and neglect the Creature, which he Hath bid me love; if man to man join not A love on earth, they love not heaven, nor that dwells above it, such is my duty A strong Corelative unto My Uncle why, he's half your self. Nay, good Uncle. Nay, good Uncle, throw not foul language; This is but heat Sir, and I doubt not but To cool this rage with my obedience: But Uncle, you must not then heap on such fuel. Tut, that bound shall never be canceled, Sir. Let pity then from me turn to your self: Bethink your self Sir, of some course That might befit your estate, and let me guide it. Why, forty shillings, Uncle, shall not keep back Your Fortune's. Look you Uncle, there's 40. shillings for you. I am glad you're merry, Uncle; but this is fixed Betwixt and Uncle and a Nephews love, Though my estate be poor, revenues scant, Whilst I have any left, you shall not want. I am sure he's now, Sir. Get you gone Varlets, or there's hold to be taken. Uncle, is this the reformation that you promised me? Your credit is the better, Uncle. You lost the whole Bedstead. I should be glad to wrong you so, Uncle. I'll tell you that in your ear. Mother, I am sorry you have trod this path. Were I your own, you could not use me worse than you do. It shall not need, I'l not deny that I was with my Uncle. Kind Gentlewoman, you have some patience. You may do a good office, and make your self a Peaceful moderator betwixt me and my angry Father, whom his wife hath moved to spleen Against me. I joy at mine Uncle's happiness, Widow. I thank you both. Uncle, what my joy conceives, I cannot utter yet. Sir, I am your apposite. He has no weapon. How now? what's the matter? Why man? But tell me one thing, I apprehend not; Why didst Lay thy Cap upon the swords point? Come Roger, will you go? Nay, prithee Roger do not cry. Sir, 'twas my business in your courteous tongue To put the arbitration, I have again (Discovered by my mother) relieved my poor Uncle, Whose anger now so great is multiplied, I dare not venture in the eye of either, Till your persuasions with fair excuse Have made my satisfaction. I beseech you Sir, let not me see him, till you Have conferred with him. Sir, so well, Same that shortly will overspread good Fortune's. I can instruct you so far, sweet Beauty. There shall no Augurism fright my plain Dealing: Sweet, I fear no hours. Nor with Gunpowder neither i'faith; yet I'l Make you yield if I can. I fear not that fate neither, but if I walk Into your Garden, I shall be tasting your sweets. I shall be plucking at your honesty. You have fair Roses, have you not? Sum, it's not want I fear, but want of blessing My knee was bent for; for mine Uncle's state, Which now I dare say outweighs my fathersfarre, Confirms my Hope's as rich, as with my father's, love excepted only. By his late marriage to the wealthiest widow That London had, who has not only made him Lord of her self, but of her whole estate. Fame will soon speak it loud, Sir It's now blotted quite: for by the violent instigation Of my cruel Stepmother, his Vows and Oaths Are stamped against me, never to acknowledge me, Never to call, or bless me as a child; But in his brow, his bounty, and behaviour I read it almost plainly. You were born to bless us both, My knee shall practice a sons duty Even beneath sons, giving you all The comely dues of parents: yet not Forgetting my duty to my father; Where e'r I meet him, he shall have my knee, Although his blessing never return to me. I would I were divided in two halves, so that Might reconcile your harsh division I crave but your blessing with me, Sir. My charity; you can a virtue name. And teach the use, yet never knew the same My sweet Mistress. He dares not doe't abroad believe me, Sir. Yes Sir. O me! Oh my poor father! This lose will break his back. I'l help my father, though my self grow poor. Dear Sir, I come to thrust my back under your load, make the but den lighter. Alas, I mock ye not; but come in love, And natural duty Sir, to beg your blessing; And for mine Uncle— Dear Sir, for pity hear me. Oh my abortive fate! Why for my good am I thus paid with hate? From this sad place of Ludate here I freed And Uncle, and I lost a father for it; Now is my father here, whom if I succour, I then must loose my Uncle's love and favour. My Father once being rich, and Uncle poor, I him relieving was thrust forth of doors; Baffled, reviled, and disinherited: Now mine own Father here must beg for bred, Mine Uncle being rich, and yet if I Feed him, my self must beg. O misery, How bitter is thy taste! yet I will drink Thy strongest poison; fret what mischief can, I'l feed my Father, though, Like the Pelican, I peck mine own breast for him. Oh me my shame! I know that voice full well; I'l help thy wants, although thou curse me still. Oh happy comfort! curses to the ground First struck me, now with blessings I am crowned. Pl buy more blessings; Take thou all my store, I'l keep no coin; and see my father poor. If he knew me, sure he would not say so; Yet I have comfort if by any means I get a blessing from my father's hands: How cheap are good prayers? A poor penny buys That, by which man up in a minute flies, And mounts to heaven. O me, mine Uncle sees me! I was going, Sir, to buy meat for a poor bird I have, That sits so sadly in the Cage of late, I think he'l die for sorrow. Las Sir, that Lamb Were most unnatural that should hate the Dam. Good Uncle; alas you know when you lay here. I succoured you, so let me now help him. Alack the day! Oh listen Uncle; that's my poor father's voice. Oh my soul! what tortours dost thou feel? rth near shall find, a son so true, forced to be unkind. He's hard at hand, I saw him coming With the Lord Mayor and Aldermen. About the entertainment of the King That means to visit London. I did; would I might never see man more Since he so hates my sighed; the prison door, Which gapes for comers in, that mouth of hell, Shut me out with a churlish cold farewell; After my father's most unnatural partly Was played on Misery's stage, mine Uncle comes In thunder on me, threatening with black storms To nail me to the earth, if I relieved my Poor old father. Oh my deer father, hither am I come Not Like a threatening storm to increase your wrack For I would take all sorrows from your back To lay them all on my own. Oh if I be thus hateful to your eye I will depart, and wish I soon may die; Yet let your blessing, Sir, but fallen on me. Heaven can tell, ache but your finger, I to make it Well, would cut my hand off. Good Sir: I'm gone, I will not stay to grieve you: O knew you (for your woes) what pains I feel, You would not scorn me so. See Sir, to cool Your heat of burning sorrow I have God Two hundred pounds and glad it is my lot To lay it down, with reverence at your feet; No comfort in the world to me is sweet, Whilst thus you live in moan. Good troth Sir, I'l have none on't back, Could but one penny of it save my life. Gladness o'rwhelmes my heart with joy I cannot speak Your blessings all I crave. To support a weak house falling to decay. Faith Aunt it's gone, but not at dice, Nor drabbing. You are saved believing so, your belief's true. Father let's fly the thunder of his rage. Oh Is nature quite forgotten? Dear Uncle. Each hath a knee for duty, the other for petition, I am the suppliant plaintiff, royal Henry From me their griefs take their original. Even what your Grace shall please to make of me; I was the son to this distressed father, until he Took his pa city off, and threw me from his love, Then I became son to mine Uncle by adoption, Who likewise that hath taken away again, And thrown me back to poverty; never was Son so ost betwixt two father's, yet knows Not one, for still the richest does despise his heir, And I am back expulst into despair. For that I come to your impartial censure for a doom. Unhappy fate, my Lord, yet thus I plead: For this my father's hate I might deserve, I broke his precepts, and did unchildly swerve From his commission, I to my Uncle gave What was my father's, striving thereby to save His fallen repute; he raged, I did it still, Yet must confess as it was well, it ill, Well in my love, me thought, ill to my fate: For I thereby ruined my own estate, But that mine Uncle throws me forth of door For the same cause he took me in before, Beats forest, gainst my bosom; iftwere good To from a father for and Uncle's food, In laws of love and nature, how much rather Might I abridge and Uncle for a father? Charity's, a virtue generally stands, And should dispersed be through all men's hands. Then would you keep't alone; for when your heir I first adopted was, charity was there: How er'rs your judgement then? seeing you see What was good in you, makes sin in me; You'll say my father did it, o throw away That soul excuse; let not discretion stray So far a side; if custom lawful make, Then sin were lawful for example sake; Nor were these wasted goods only your own, Since partly was mine having adoption; Then do him right, my Lord, yet do no wrong, For where my duty fai'ld my love was strong. You shall have love to boot too, sweet Jane. What shall I say, and , Tied in a Trueloves Knot, never to partly. I, but your course, Uncle.