BELLAMY

Without good. Security, you mean. So, take you and old man. Yes, Sir: Use upon use, you mean. To help the poor. And such and one you show your self. I would not tell you, Sir, Till our next meeting, how much you have wone, By your good counsel, on me. Why? I easily believe it. It's lovingly performed. A Gentleman that bears my daughter much Affection. Master Hartwell. Have you his lands in mortgage? He has had good breeding. You direct well. You have care on's. Far from thrift. But do not Think all this while of heaven. Or hell. Spare your travel I sha'not practice these in haste, and must Declare these precepts make not for your welcome: My patience was a virtue all this while, If you but think you have a soul; repent; Your rules I am not covetous to follow, Good master Hornet. Frances. Do you love That Master Hartwell? do not blush, but answer. But things altar: What then I thought, I delivered ye; Nor since hath he deserved a less esteem In his own person, but the circumstance Is not the same, his fortune I have examined, Which rises not to such a valve, I Did apprehend; and it becomes my care, Being at one gift to depart with thee And my estate, to look for one whose purse May carry a proportion. Nor To penury; his birth, and education Are not unworthy, he's a handsome man too; But be not governed by your eye too much: Children and age pursue, and many storms Hover about our frail conditions: All these must be provided for, they are not Kisses will arm you against winter, therefore Confident of your obedience, I propound Another to your best thoughts, A Country Gentleman of spreading Fortune's, Young too, and not uncomely; for his breeding, It was not spun the finest, but his wealth, Able to guild deformity, and make Even want of wit a virtue, when your life Renders it self more sweet by your command; His name is Master Startup, whom I expect Our guest to morrow, that's his letter, read it. This may seem strange at the first coming towards you; But when discretion comes to examine what A fruitful consequence attends it, you Will thank me for't. No more: y'have considered well, you'll shape Another answer; i'th' mean time dispose Your countenance to entertain this new And able Lover: leave the satisfaction Of Hartwell to my care: He's here, to your chamber. Master Hartwell. There is a matter, Sir, which I must open, And you perhaps will wonder at. You do love my daughter, At least I think so. Be not so fixed. When you have herd me out, you'll find Your consent easy to call back a promise Made to your disadvantage. But must never glory In the reward which you expect should be, Her marriage. Have no thought so poor You can deserve less, my opinion Is richer laden with your merit. I never looked With such clear eyes into your worth, and 'twere A sin to general goodness, to delay The free resign of that your worth may challenge. And must again repeat, you cannot call Her Bride. Yes, so dearly, Hartwell, I Present my self to thy affection. Does the name Of widow found displeasing, I have learned Already to obey; my years are not So many, with the thought, to freeze your blood, I wear no print of time deep in my brow: Have my hairs the innocence of age, To speak me twice a child? Gentlemen active, And of great birth, have courted my affection And if they flatter not, commend my person. Add unto this my wealth, no narrow fortune, And without competition, my daughter, Depending on my love, whose portion must Flow from my bounty, or be nothing; make A sober apprehension of this tender, And think I was not able to suppress My silent flame, increased still by your virtues: This minute give all Hope's up for my daughter, I can admit no Rival; it's within Your election to be happy, Sir: My love accepted comes with fair attendance, Denied, you hasten your own exile, think on't, I will expect your answer. Exit. A younger brother. I was her mother, Sir. I thought you came to see my daughter. Please you, a sorry dinner stays for you. I'll prevail with Master Hartwell. But may I credit this? Have you already Retrieved the affection that pursued my daughter? Shall I believe no seed of love remains, Which may grow up and ripen, with repentance For this exchange; I do allow you, sir, The consideration of my fortune, which Might of it self, incline you to accept me. And I gh sse ere long, Such and occasion will present it self. I herd some noise; look, all up the servants, See if the Gentl m n be a bed; I'm troubled. What's the matter? This is very strange. This puzzles me: Pray Heaven there be no mischief in this absence: Is Franck abed? What should move'em To leave my house so late, and M r . Hartwell Without his clothes? Some knock there: Beshrew me but I trembled. At this late hour? What accidents are these? from whence? Has he no name? what should this mean? Admit him, he perhaps does bring some news. You're welcome, sir. Such and one there was that supped with us, and went To bed; but since, as I have faith, I know not Which way he has conveyed himself; another Gentleman too is missing, and his Rival. You may believe me, he is no such treasure I should conceal him. Enter Frances. How? Sir, you shall find All truth I have delivered, I am not sorry, To hear this news, this is no time to seek him: Please you accept the lodging that was his, My servant shall attend you in the morning, To help your search. Nurse, a light; pray walk, sir. Frances, a word: do not you know what is Become of these Gentlemen. O, Franck, I am undone. This Gentleman, M r . Hartwell, Whom we shall never see again, I fear. It's in vain To tell thee how I loved him. Above all the world, affectionately placed him Too near my heart. O Franck — I had no other thought, At first; but wisely to distinguish whither His heart was fixed on thee, or my estate; With resolution, if I found him more A Courtier of thy fortune than thy person, To punish him with lose of both: But Love Hath changed both scene and title in our Comedy, And what I meant should shipwreck all his Hope's, Hath ruined us, his modest and calm answer: To accept my tender, with such force and reason Directed to my fancy, turned my purpose, And made me his indeed, his perfect Lover: But now we have both lost him. Why do you weep? Now I perceive Thy duty was but counterfeit, you love him, Upon my life you love him still; Have my Commands no more respect? My care and love So ill rewarded, that my heart desiring One comfort in the world, and shall my child Rise up to take it from me? Now I see The cause of his departure in this fashion, Pray heaven he have not made away himself: Did ever child deceive a mother so? I have a sad presage, you may to bed, And rise without my blessing, yet You may stay, wherefore should I despair Of his return? You say you could not tell That I affected him. Show it, in confirming Your self to my desires, and what is passed, I can forgive you, if he come again: Will you be ruled, and show no favour to him? For it's in you, I see, to make me happy; I will not tie you to affect the other, Choose any for your husband but this man, My love and prayers shall go along with you; Answer. What then? Pray let's hear. How? You would not be so violent. Why shouldst thou Continue thus to him? But never procure thee one sad thought; Now I have tried you both; assure my child, I loved him but for thee, dispose thy self To be his Bride: This news, at his return, Will make all well to rest. 'Twere sin to mock thee any more: To bed. It's not possible. Good sir believe it not. You have it freely, and a mother's prayers For both your happiness. You look Like a Bridegroom. I will never marry.