YOUNG BATEMAN

My sweetest Nan? Pray thee no more? Tears are the Heralds to future sorrows, I have collected all that's man together And wrastld with affections as with streams, And as they strive that do oppress the billows So do I fare in each external partly. My Acts are Like the motionall gymmalls Fixed in a Watch, who wind themselves away Without cessation; here if I stay, I find I must be where thou art! which when I am Thy father's rage increases Like a flame Fed by ungentle blasts! my absence May work those bitter sweeteings from his heart And smooth the rising furrows in his brow. It is sufficient that I know thee firm Fixed as a Rock in constancy, and love, Able to shipwreck greatness, and despises A violated heart, as a disease. I go to Leith as children go to school Studying what shall please my Mistress best, My lesson cond, I will return again And dedicate my labours unto thee. Alas what wilt thou do. Is virtue grown to so absurd a rate It gains no better credit with base worldlings. Dear sir spare your fury? Anger in old men is a Lunacy That wounds the speakers, not the spectators? My thoughts are now embarked to go for Leith And see the Wars, I hope ever my return I shall find temperate weather in your looks, And all these storms vanishd. With my life sir. Prithee leave us. Now Nan heres none but thou, and I; thy love Emboldens me to speak, and cheerfully Here is a piece of gold, 'tis but a little one Yet big enough to ty, and seal a knot A jugal knot on Earth, to which high heaven Now cries Amen, say thou so too, and then When either of us breaks this sacred bound Let us be made strange spectacles to the world To heaven, and earth. Thou now art Like a pollishd ivory Table In pureness without; or stain or blemish. If thou shouldst soil this whiteness with black deeds Think what a monster thou wouldst make thy self. I doubt thee not, but give this cautionary. Hark the Drum beats, from the arms of love I now must burnish in the Arms of war, adue. Whose Colours I display. I thank your honour. Sir have you dispatched me? I construe it? That your suspicion deems it to be love, In sooth it needs not, such a constant rock My love is built on that it cannot fallen. I cannot fasten jealousy in my thoughts, Knowing her loyalty; great excuses For my intended journey know I none: And to frame any were but negatives? Yet in my sleeps I have strange visions, Which waking I cannot thrust from memory. I do beseech your licence, let me go. I will be mindful of you all farewell. I wear that visage formerly I did, Six Moons has not so metamorphosed me, But that I may be known? all my friends; My familiar sociates, and acquaintance Carelessly pass me with a heavy glance As if I were some rioter, or prodigal Who having ship wracked reputation After and act of bankrupt, compounds With debtor, and creditor; others Shake me by'th hand, but with such lenity As if I burned them? or that I from the wars Had brought home some diseases, as Killing As the Plague, or more infectious. My father whither for joy or sorrow, As tears be answerable to both passion, But he wept, cried welcome home, and sighed, As if some drops of blood fell from his heart Heaven has a hand in all things; if that My Nan be well, we will dispense with griefs, Of lower kinds Kind, cozen Ursula. How fares my sweetest Nan? The meaning of this Music? A Wedding, and here this day. Bless me what prodigious Object Is yond, that blasts mine eyes, and Like a thief, Steals my understanding! certes 'tis she Is it not speak Ursula? Now by my life. Strange fears assail my senses, and begins Conflicts of despairs, doubts, and fears, And but I have a resolution fixed On her fidelity; this frontispice And other entertainments might confirm Former presages. Her sighed Like to a cordial has expelled All former gross suggestions, me thinks I taste my happiness ever I touch it. She's dumb with joy, and I Like to a man Entranced with joys unutterable, cannot speak? But I have lost my self, I am awake, And see a substance more then dreamers do, Thus in the arms of love I do enfold thee. Alive or dead I must, and will enjoy thee, It was my promise? I cannot choose but weep. I have not cursed thee yet, remember that. It 'tis resolved! life is too burdensome, I've born while I can, and have suppressed All insurrections pale Death has made. It is my terror that I live to think I bear a life that is offensive to me. Pale monster in thy meagerest aspect Come, and affront me; fill thy paunched nerves With my hearts blood; till with the overture Thy never satisfied maw be sated? But cowardly monster thou approchest none But those that fly thee, and Like to greatness Wouldst be so elivated for doing good, That of thy self thou never didst intend. Poor Snakes that are in worldly sorrows sowrst Cannot participate thy Ebon Dart. 'Tis said thou art not partial, and dost wind The Prince, the beggar, and the potentate All in one mould; but they do falsify That say thou art so tiranously just, For I have sought thee through the pend groves, The shady cells where melancholy walks, And echo-like thou answerst me with Death, But darest not show thy face; the world's monarch In three fits of and Ague died. Some flies, Some silly gnats can kill! let me consume then mayest thou brag thy conquest, that thou slewest What neither love nor hatred could destroy. Since thou disdainest me, I disdain thy power, There be a thousand ways to cozen Death Behold a Tree, just at her door a fruitless Tree That has in autumn cast her leavy boughs Sorry to show such fruit as she produces. The night seems silent, sleep charms the house, And now the perjured woman is a topping, I'll climb as high as she, yet i'll not rest, My airy ghost shall find her where she lies, And to her face divulge her perjuries. Night be auspicious, draw thy sable weeds, For daylight is a ashamed of her black deeds One twich will do't, and then I shall be wed As firm unto my grave, as to her bed. Swear not sweet Nan! The book of fate, as now may be unclasped And record what thou speakest. Thy constancy I resalute. Death only separates me from thy love. Alive or dead I shall enjoy thee then Spite of thy father's frowns. Thou art merry still. I wonder then how I dare know my self, When thou forgettest me? I had thought Had I been sullide with the sooty More, Or tan'd with heat Like some Egyptian slave, Or spoted Like the Persian Leopards, Or in the worst form can be termn'd, Or imagined, yet thou coulds have known me, I am thy Bateman Nan! If he should, yet if thou stand the judge I know thou wilt acquit me of the crime? But thou art pleasant, and Like to a tender nurse Heightens my infant joys before it comes, Be not so strange, this nicety in you, Has not been usual. I know thou art, to me my fairest Nan. Our vows were made to Heaven, and on Earth They must be ratifide, in partly they are By giving of a pledge, a piece of Gold. Which when we broke, jointly then we swore Alive or dead for to enjoy each other, And so we will spite of thy father's frowns. She flouts me. Would! a Ring, and on the right finger two. Thou plaist the cruel murderer of my joys And Like the deadly bullet from a Gun, Thy meaning kills me, ever thy words gets vent. Whose Ring is that? And art thou married! When? Accursed Day to whom? To wealthy misery? Now my presaging visions do appear, Unusual gestures of my mournful friends I now perceive was thine; false woman As subtle in deceit as thy first grandam, She but deceived her self, deceiving man As thou her jmpe of subtlety has done. Strengthen me you ever Hallowed Powers, Guard me with patience that I may not curse, Be see I loved her; be assured this, Alive or dead thy promise thou shall keep I must, and will enjoy thee? Ah monstrous; she plays with my disasters As boys with bubbles blown up into air, You that have care of innocents be my guard Least I commit some outrage on my self. For such and overture, and flood of woes Surroundes me; that they almost drowned My understanding; thy perjuries shall be writ With pens of Diamonds upon Leaves of steel, And kept as statutes are to show the world. You constant Lovers that have truly loved Without foul thoughts or lustful appetites, Come wail with me, and when your swelling breasts Grows big with curses, come fit down, and sighs Such and inconstant faireon I have met Whose deeds I shame to nominate, yet she Shamed not to do them. Take thy good night of goodness; this night Thy bridal-night take leave of sacred virtue? Never think for to be honest more, Never keep promise, for thou now mayest swear To any, thou never meanest to do? Hold swelling heart, for thou art tumbling down A hill of desperation; dark thoughts Assaults my goodness; but thou shalt keep promise Alive or dead, I will enjoy thee yet. I have not cursed thee yet, remember that; And when th'ast stained thy innocent sheets with lust, And with satiety filled thy empty veins, Wearied the night with wanton dalliances, More prime then Goats, or Monkeys in their prides; Call then to mind how pleasant this had be Had it not be adulterate; for Germane (Is not thy husband; 'tis Bateman is the best. I have not cursed thee yet remember that) I'll muster up the forces of a man, To quench the rising flames that harbour here And if I can forget thee by my Hope's I will And never curse the Auth'resse of my ill I have not cursed thee yet! now remember Alive or dead 'tis I that must enjoy thee.