SIR GODFREY

Nay good Sister, deer sister, sweet sister, be of good comfort, show yourself a woman, now or never. Nay give him his endue he was indeed and honest, virtuous, discreet wis -man,—he was my Brother, as right, as right. Now my friend. You know? did you know't Captain? A wonderful Coniuter,—Oh I, 'tis between hea ven and earth I warrant you, it cannot go out of the realm,— I know 'tis somewhere above the earth? Nay put by your chattels now, fallen to your business roundly, the seskewe of the Dial is upon the Chrisse-crosse of Noon, but o: hear met Captain, a qualm comes over my stomach? He drippes and drops poor man? alas, alas. I have my Chain again, my Chain's found again, Oh sweet Captain, Oh admirable Conjurer. Edm. Strikes him. O what mean you by that Nephew? Nay but kind Sister, I could weep as much as any woman, but alas our ears cannot call him again: me thinks you are well read Sister, and know that death is as common as Homo a common name to all men;—a man shall be taken when he's making water,—Nay, did not the learned Parson Master Pigman tell us een now, that all Flesh is frail, we are born to die, Man ha but a time: with such Like deep and profound persuasions, as he is a rare fellow you know and and excellent Reader: and for example, (as there are examples abundance,) did not Sir Humfrey Bubble die tother day there's a lusty Widow, why she cried no above half and houe-for shame, for shame: then followed him old Master Fulsome the Usurer, there's a wise Widow, why she cried never a whit at all. Go too you're fair you cannot smother it, beauty will come to light; nor are your years so far entered with you; but that you will be sought after; and may very well answer another husband; the world is full of fine Gallants, choice enough Sister,—for what should we do with all ou Knights I pray? but to mar y rich widows, wealthy Citti zens widows; usty fair—browd Ladies; go too, be of good comfort I say snobb g and weeping—yet my Brother was a kind he ed man—I would not have the Elf see me now?—come pluck up a woman's heart—here stands your Daughters, who be well estated, and at matu rity will also be enq ired after with good husbands, so all these tears shall be soon worser yed up and a better v oh ld then ever—what? Woman? you must not weep still? he's dead he's buried—yet I cannot choose but weep for him! Sister— Well, go thy ways old Sir Godfrey, and thou mayest be proud on't, thou hast a kind loving sister-in-lawe; how con stant? how passionate? how full of April the poor souls eyes are; well, I would my Brother knew on't, he should then know what a kind wife he had left behind him; truth and it not for shame that the Neighbours at that next garden should hear me between joy and g iefe, I should even cry outright! Nay Sister, let Reason rule you, do not play the fool, stand not in your own light, you have wealthy offers, large tendrings, do not withstand your good fortune: who comes a wooing to you I pray? no small fool, a rich Knight ath City, Sir Oliver Muckhill, no small fool I can tell you: and furthermore as I herd late by your Maidservants, (as your Maidservants will say to me any thing I thank `em) both your Daughters are not without Suitors, I, and worthy ones too? one a Brisk Cou tire, Sir Andrew Tipstaff; suitor a far off to your eldest Daughter, and the third a huge-wel thie Farmers son, a fine young Country Knight, they call him Sir John Penny-Dab, a good name marry, he may have it coynde when he lacks money: what blessings are these Sister? Satan? do I look Like Satan? I hope the Devil's not so old as I, I tro. Peace Sister, weel have hem reformed, there's hope on him yet, though it be but a little. Your husbands Fletcher I warrant. Fea e not Sir Oliver Muckhill, I'll stick close for you, leave all with me. Oh my Chain, my Chain, I have lost my Chain, where be these Villains, Varlets? My Chain, my chain. Out he's a villain, to prophe y of the lose of my chain, it worth above three hundred C owns,—beside it my Father's, my father's father's, my Grandfathers huge grandfathers? I had as live would lost my Neck, as the chain that hung about it; Oh my chain, my chain. No, more! Oh goodly godly sister, would you had me lost more? my best gown too, with the cloth of gold-lace? my holiday Gascoines, and my Jerkin set with pearl; no more? But I cannot read where my chain is,—what strangers have been here? you let in strangers! The eves, and Catchpoles; how comes it gone? there was none above with me but my Taylor; and my Taylor will not—steal I hope? Sirrah, what's this to my chain? where's my chain knave? My chain is lost villain. Out varlet? it had full three thousand Link , I have oft told it over at my prayers: Over and over, full three thousand Links. Why why? Delusion? now long Nicholas where my chain. About my neck Varlet. My chain is lost, 'Tis stole away, Ime robbed. Canst thou? I will be patient, say where dwells he? And admirable fellow what lies he for. I'll make his peace, a Trifle, I'll get his pardon, Beside a bountiful reward, I'll about it, But fee the Clerks, the Justice will do much; I will about it straight, good sister pardon me, All will be well I hope, and turn to good, The name of Conjure has laid my blood. I much commend your care therein good Captain Conjurer, and that I will be sure to have it private enough, you shall doote in my Sisters house,—mine own house I may call it, for both our charges therein are proportioned. Oh you may call't a great lose sir, a grievous lose sir, as goodly a Chain of gold, though I say it, that wore it: how sayest thou Nichol S? I very true. Thou sayest true Nicholas, but he has put off that now, that lies by him. Oh Dam ntie Captain? I good man, I warrant thee. No, have you not been used too't Captain? On it will, it will. Tut tur I now thy meaning, thou wouldst say thou'rt a prisoner, I tell thee thou'rt none. woult hear me speak, I hard of thy rare cuniuring My chain was lost, I sweat for thy release, As thou shalt do the Like at home for me, Keeper. Speak is not this man free? Go, go, I'll discharge them I. Nay then thou shalt not pass with so little a boun ty, for at the first sighed of my chain again,—Forty fine Angels shall appear unto thee. I, I, no, no, whats he yonder? talking with my wild Nephew, pray heaven, he give him good counsel; O 'tis he indeed that came to my Lady sister, & before told the lose of my chain, I am not angry with him now, for I see it my fortune to lose it; by your leave M. Fortuneteller, I had a glimpse on you at home at my Sisters the Widow's, there you prouisied of the lose of a chain, — simply though I stand here I was he that lost it. What is't? God send it a good one? Here S a fortune in deed, I that will be the end ont. will the Curse of the beg gar prevail so much, that the son shall consume that foolish lie, which the father God, craftily, I, I, I, 'twill, 'twill, 'twill. O you shall be both most welcome. Mid noon will be a fine time for you. O a simple young man, very simple, come Captain, and you sir, weel een partly with a gallon of wine till to mor row breakfast. O, how if the devil should prove a knave, and tear the hangings. My Sister is very curious & dainty over this Room I can tell and therefore if he must needs spit, I pray desire him to spit ith Chimney. Why I thank you good Captai e, pray have a care I, fallen to your Circle, weel not trouble you I warrant you, come, weel in to the next Room, & because we le be sure to keep him out there, weel bar up the door with some of the Godlies zealous works. O admirable Conjurer? has fetched Thunder already: O, I would the devil would come away quickly, he has no conscience to put a man to such pain? So long a coming? o would I had ner begun't now, for I fear me these roaring tempests, will destroy all the fruits of the earth, and tread upon my come—o, ith Country. 'Tis at home sister! Oh the devil sister, ith dining Chamber, sing Sister, I warrant you that will keep him out, quickly, quickly, quickly. goes in. O, is that the devils voice? how comes he to know my name. What is he laid? Ith Garden! in our Garden? Oh sweet Conjurer? where about there? Sister the Rosemary bank, come, come, ther's my chain he says. So. you would doo't? go,—you're a foolish Boy, And were I not overcome with greater joy, Idem make you taste correction. Captain my joy is such, I know not how to thank you, let me embrace you, hug you, Oh my sweet Chain, Glad ness 'een makes me giddy, rare man: it as joust ith' Rose marry bauck, as if one should would laid it there—o cunning, cunning! What they were not Sister? I and a banquet ready by this time Master Sheriff, to which I most cheerfully enuite you, and your late prisoner there? see you this goodly chain sir, must, no more words, it lost, a dis found again; come my inestimable bullies, weel talk of your noble Acts in sparkling Charnico, and in stead of a Jester, weel would the ghost ith white sheet fit at upper end a'th Table. And I more wonder that my chain should be gone and my Taylor had none of it. But under favour my Lord my chain was truly lost and straingly found again. God How Sir. Oh vilainty of villainies, but how came my chain there Oh Villain one of our society, Deemed always holy, pure, religious, A Puritan? a thief, when wast ever hard? Sooner wee'll kill a man then Steal thou knowest, Out flane I'll rend my lion from thy back—with mine own hands. Good Sister do: Sweet little Frank, these are men of reputation, you shall be welcome at Court: a great credit for a Citizen sweet Sister. I that he id I aith, e outshined they all. I say y'ar rich? you are also fair. Sister? be of good cheer, we are all mortal our selves, I come upon you freshly, I near speak without come fort, here me what I shall say;—my brother ha left you well thy, you're rich. Sister? never say so; he was and honest brother of mine, and so, and you may light upon one as honest again, or one, as honest again may light upon you, that's the prope rer phrase indeed? Very true too, for 'tis but thin playsterd, and 'twill quickly take hold a the laths, and if he chance to spit down ward-too, he will burn all the boards. For first my Chain was rich, and no rich thing shall enter into heaven you know? Step in Nicholas, look, is the coast clear. Then enter Captain Conisurer?—now—how Like you your Room sum?