FITZAVARICE

Hast prevailed? Still Melancholy? What dee mean Lady? Will she come too't already? Why this I sent you, Madam, do not so dishonour me, I have plenty of these trifles shalt have more, Richer and brighter to attend thy beauty, Here they will shine in their own place. They are not poisoned. Pray make your sense familiar to me. Still in these foolish humours? What did you marry for? Enjoy him in his absence then by proxy. He's fighting i'th low-Countries, By his example you may Skirmish here, A little, if you please, I do not wish him Returned, although I have his land in mortgage, If you would be less cruel, you may pay His debt in other property, and cancel The payment in endue time. I do love this Lady, As Gentlemen now call love, and that extremely. She is all nuns flesh about her, but has the Devil No trick to thaw her chastity? I must have Some way to enjoy her body for my credit, The world takes notice I have courted her, And if I mount her not, I lose my honour. Most invincibly, no temptation Can fasten on her, wood I had never laid siege to her, The taking of her province, will not be So much advantage to me, as the bore Removing of my siege will lose me credit. I would she were recoverable by Law, There were some hope by vexing my estate, And tiring Westminster, within few Terms A gentleman might come to issue with her, If all were of her mind, what would become on's? Lent, everlasting lent would mortify Our masculine concupiscence, and not leave The strongest body worth and egg at Easter. There be more Ladies in the World, And of the Game. At Dice and Cards? you have more charity, Then to think I accuse your Ladyship, Though there be some have dared to venture both ways Upon record, yet seem staunch to the world, I and are thought to pray sometime, I wod-not For the Indies tempt your Ladyship, I know You are deaf to all lewd accents. Never to try thee, 'tis fit only such As your cold kinswoman, wenches that have No spirit should be tempted to those sports; Nor is she otherwise considerable To me, more then my charity may restore her, I pity a handsome woman should eat chalk, And die i'th fullens, if she might be comforted, and cured. You're right, Madam, But she's here, and her elder sister. There is and other Lady I would not touch now, I mean i'th lewd way, she has life and fire, And moves without and Engine, give me a wench, That I must mould into a wanton shape, And quicken her to air by my own Art, A wench that must be purged, sublimed, calcined, By'th chemistry of Love, till she become A glorified spirit, and acknowledge She took her exaltation from me; In that I glory more, then to have perfected The Magisterium, and boast the Elixar. But I waste time. Can you work, Lady, No cure upon your sister by the example Of your free heart? You are satyrical. You do not hate us, Lady? You do converse with us. Y are a strange conditioned Gentlewoman. Pray, Lady, do not fear I come a wooing. Yet if I could love, I would marry thee Of all women alive. What says my Lady April here, all showers? Well, remember, you have promised, Upon condition, I dismiss you now, To give me and other answer. I do so. I am your servant. What shall we do, Ladies? but I forget, I have something more to say to you. Your clients increase, Lady, That gentleman tells me, he does love you, and would marry you. Because I have observed his nature, I'll Give him in brief, he is a fellow will Undo thee in a fortnight, though not in Thy estate, yet in thy mind, a greater mischief. If thou dost marry him, it will be policy, To turn witch betime, ere he fell thee over to shame, And so much poverty, the Devil wonot Trust thee with a familiar, now believe him, We droop methinks— Each take his Lady Begin there. How much you bless me, she shall want no trial, This opportunity is worth and Empire. What shall I say? consent, deer Lady, to Be mine, and thou shat taste more happiness, Then woman's fierce ambition can pursue; Shift more delights, then the warme-spring can boast Variety of leaves, or wealthy harvest Grain from the teeming earth. Joy shall dry all Thy tears, and take his throne up, in thy eyes, Where it shall fit, and bless what ever they shine on. The night shall Sow her pleasures in thy bosom, And morning shall rise only to salute thee. Another answer? Lady, I have herd you, And do allow the excuse, I do not urge, Although your husbands absence may plead for't, You should be generally at my dispose, Disclaim all place, and person, but what's mine, I am not so ambitious, my desires Are humble, and beg only so much favour To admit me to one service, (you know what To understand by it) and if you Like not My activity handsomely, discharge me again. I'ts not to be avoided, I have secured Your Chamber, Lady. Once more, and nature work, You say you love your husband, and account His absence the misfortune, that does fit Most heavy on your soul, this is increased By the despair of his return; since all Hop's f ed, to satisfy his deep engagements, Which threaten ruin here, I have a mortgage Of his, for sums lent by my thriving father, Your jointure, (but released by you, I take it) I am so much a servant to thy beauty, The first night I embrace thy delicate body, The Lands thy own again, a round encouragement. If Lords should pay so deer for every capering, T'wou'd try the back of their estate: but mark me, I would not done, sum up his other debts, They swell to thousands, be but fair conditioned, For every time thou admitst me after, to thy Pillow, I'll strike of and hundred pound, Till all the debts be unraveled: In the mean time Thy husband shall return, and walk the Town, Free as and Alderman, and be mace-proofe, Shall live, and lie with thee, and love thee too, And praise thee for this noble composition, What sayest? I find thy wisdom coming to thee. Should it be known, who'le think the worse of thee? Alas, good soul, 'twas pure love to thy husband, They must imagine, wrought with thee. What woman But would to save a husbands life, and fortune, Venture a trifle? nay they shall commend Thy act, and read the story to their children And envy the example was not theirs, I shall have all the blame, but i'll endur't For thy sake, all the tyranny will be mine, But to secure thy peace, and do thy husband A courtesy, I'll run a thousand hazards. Do I appear now? Once more, will you consent? Nay then.— He draws his Poinard. If soft entreaties With all that man can promise, move you not To the delight, I'll snatch it from your bosom, Nay never shake, I'll change that modest paleness Into a blush, shall speak thy blood as hight As mine, or leave thy veins dry as the face Of earth, when winter hath deflowered her cheek, And sealed up all her beauty's in a frost. Would, Madam, dead, help: I did but try thee, My Lady Plot, a curse upon your Plots. Jacintha, Ladies, I am undone, no help? Help here, the Lady Peregrine is dead. I shall be in for murder, o my fate! I know not the extent of my offence, But trust me, I le not fly passed the next Chamber. Show your best charity, o my soul is wounded. If you dare hear me speak Again, I dare say more, but to your ear. Can there be a hope, After so great a wrong, to find a mercy? You must be more then woman, and you are so. It was the error of my soul that drew The heavy missed upon my eyes, they now See, and admire your innocence, o Madam, I have two mighty passion within me; Two, that are welcome, yet extremes, a Joy, To see you live, and sorrow for my trespass Against so bright a chastity, to which, I kneel within my heart, and ask forgiveness. I feel a holy flame disperse rich heat, About me, the corruption of my blood Is fallen away, and of that virtue, which A devil in me would have betrayed, I rise A servant, and admirer, live, o live, Thou best of wives, and practice still new wonders Upon the heart of lust transformed men, Until time boast, the example of thy faith Hath purged the world, and taught us how to count Our hours by thy miracles: I am In love now with thy goodness, by thy self I am, and by some rare, and unknown act, Must make a recompense to that fair honour, I would would blasted, once again forgive me, And hide the shame, my soul does blush to think on. Th'art right, she is Indeed boy, and shows fairer for that goodness, I have done nothing yet to cherish her Rare piety, or to deserve my pardon. I'll study both. Captain you honour me, Welcome to England, how do all our friends I'th low-Countries? When Landed you? Some letters, you oblige me, How does sir Walter Peregrine? How's this? Are you acquainted with his discontents? I thank you, You show your self a Gentleman, and his friend. He shall hear from me, I had ambition To enjoy you longer: but the terms of honour Threaten on both sides, know me for your servant. Pray heaven he injure not the innocent Lady. He has directed where to send to him, And so again I thank you noble Captain. This came unlooked for, but I must not wave it, O'th sudden whom shall I employ? I cannot Want friends ambitious of these engagements: The next I meet. O Master Confident, Your Hope's thrive in your mistress? I hope not, hark. Be not too forward, I'm acquainted with Her disposition, do not flatter her, Nor seem to dote, shee'le triumph then: if you Would make all sure, be ruled by me, and slight her, And she will court you, it's the trick of Ladies, If you abuse her, 'twere not much amiss. I would not have the wench undo her self Upon this fellow. I advice the best And speediest way, for I expect your promise, When she is yours, to bring us more acquainted. Since our last salute, Icicles hang upon my lip. No more, you have expressed in this your faith To me, which I am bound in honour to Acknowledge, and without more study, have A fit occasion to requite, and show How near I place your love, there is a difference Between another gentleman, and my self, Grown to a challenge, I must answer it, You that are so well read in books, cannot Be ignorant of man, I'll trust my life And honour with no second, but your self. Soresolute? you have not seen sir Walter Peregrine, He's returned. I have named my enemy, the defiance comes from him. Call on me And hour hence, I'll be at home, and use Your friendship for the burden of and answer. How fares your virtuous sister Lady Peregrine? He tell me? Sir you much honour me. Is she in health; you do not mock me? Pox on your subtle shoulders, are you drunk? If I shall think you Jeer me, be still silent, I'll make you speak. What do you laugh at? It's well you do, sir, what's your meaning Lady? He is not going. Let me entreat you not to leave me, sir. You'll not mock me, sir? How came these gentlemen by these strange humours? This your device: 'tis pleasant and pursue it, Your sister— Madam, your husband is returned I hear. Why noble Madam? We shall be friends if you have mercy, to Forgive what's passed, my soul shall not deserve His ill opinion, I hope all is well between you two. What, Madam? It was my fear. How? Look to your mistress. I suspect This knave, alas poor gentleman, and yet 'Tis no misfortune to me, things considered: Now he is safe, and I may walk securely; In Prison let him lie and cool his valour. I shall be in charity with the tribe of varletts, For this good turn, this taking him i'th neck, And owe the wretch a sum, for being so fortunate To set the Mastiffs on him, I owe thee too, For thy good news, come Confident. How am bound to thee? For which I must pronounce thee a rascal; sordid wretch, Was this your act for me? curse on thy soul for't, My honour bleeds to death, see me no more. You are come in a good time, sir. Are you then satisfied? I was bold, but with no purpose to disparage Your credit, to discharge some trifling debts. You would encourage me. One word, your honor's safe again. Mine suffers, it's but young and growing on me, It bleeds by your suspicion, I was bound To this expense, it's a malicious World, And men are apt to imagine, I was glad You were in prison, to preserve my skin with some excuse, this brand must not come near My forehead, though your sea be calm, I would not Have my fame lost i'th tempest of men's tongues, I have made no reply, in point of man, To your challenge, and the noise may be dispersed, Nor will what you are pleased to accept, render Me less unquestioned, but beget men's fears At a high rate I have bribed your patience Basely, perhaps, their impudence will reach To say, I have bought my passage to your Lady, And your consent to'th shame, Ther's nothing but your sword can do me right, We shall not trouble seconds, if you please The Captain stand for both, he is a gentleman Known truly valiant, which implies he cannot Deceive where he is trusted, I'll expect, You'll follow as you are a Gentlemen. And no place more convenient, draw sir Walter, And Captain, now indifferent friend to both, For I have no suspicion thou canst slain Thy self by partiality, witness with The heart I bring, I have no thought so black, As murder, or revenge, but to preserve My honour, which no balm can cure, if once But the suspect of coward fallen upon it. Though I affect no glory From actions of this nature, yet the World At home must be convinced, our fame is lost else: Had Peregrine been coward, or not known For valour, I had run less hazard of My fame, by being silent, but as I am Beneath him in opinion, a young man Circled with expectation of something, That must declare me worthy of a name, And love of men, I must attempt this danger: But let me tell thee this, which perhaps may Render thy sword more fatal to me, I Did love thy Lady with a sinful purpose, Pursued ever persecuted her chased soul, To satisfy my wantonness, but found And innocence so rich in her, as may Alone excuse the ill of all her sex, Nor has the goodness only the effect To preserve her, but it returned my eyes With so much shame upon my self, that I Threw off my lust, and doted on her virtue, Heaven shut his mercy up if I dissemble, This injust obligation to cherish, I did reward with trifles, which perhaps Gave fuel to your jealousy, but know I have designed a larger recompense, Which your sword may confirm to her in few minutes, For if I chance fallen by it, she is declared The heir to my estate, and she deserves it, Which sheele employ no question to assure Your peace, and pardon for my death, come on, sir. Ther's A purse of gold is troublesome, it may Be useful to'th surviver, come, sir, fight By thy own Ladies virtue, I shall else provoke you rudely. That wonot help my fame, Nor yours, if you regard what threatens it, I must not live upon the charity Of peoples tongues, their justice shall acknowledge I do not fear to bleed, let it be argument To inflame thee, that thou majest be happier Upon my lose, since my last minute gives Thy wife possession of all my fortune. This must compel you then, till now I never Thought thee ingrateful, by thy fame I charge thee, By thy Bellamias love, fight not with pity, Let me be worthy at least to fallen with honour, Fight so, as howsoever fate determine, I may get honour, though in death, and not Suffer without a wound. So hers some blood yet. I am overcome, take me thy Captive. Well enough, I'll wait upon you home. What for a serath? let me present thee safe, To thy Bellamia, she but with a smile Can cure all wounds, come Captain. Not so He'll rather meet a welcome to his bosomo, Repent not Lady, you're but lovingly Betrayed, and it's my happiness, I should Have pleaded at this bar, in this prevention I am doubly blessed, be constant, and divide With me both heart, and Fortune's: thou must needs Be excellently good in being her sister. I am confirmed. Let me salute The Example of chased honour; Sister I now must call thee, and shall glory To own that title by Jacintha's love. They will be all a debt To your noble care of us, Master Confident. You come to turn and wind this Ladies fancy With your wit now, but your devices fadge not, It is three minutes since she was disposed of, And though my stock of brain will not reach, to Make a large jointure of so many hundred Sonnets per annum, and rare Elegies, Some fresh, and some that would lain 7. years pickled, In other languages: yet she le be content With a less witty fortune, my estate sir. Spare, spare your fancies. But I'll not now arraign you, if you mean To have me, know me again, chafer some wit Away for honesty, I conceal your shame, I shall be a glad witness and admirer. Sure this humour Is very young, pray Madam is he serious? Is there no plot in this? I am for any mirth, the day requires it, In which love too long blind hath found his eyes, And leads the way to his own Paradise. I must expect, but what's your business, to me?