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What, it seems you herd the news, Come let your sorrows dry up, you may see What it's to be so rash, when you choose next, You'll consult me, I hope; wipe, wipe your eyes, Your tears are vain, I could say more. They are more then he deserved, and yet 'tis better Thou shouldst bestow thy tears upon his Funeral, Then I sighed at thy marriage; come, Heaven has Been kind in this divorce, preparing thus Thy better fortune, and preserving mine, I am sorry for the gentleman that killed him. You are a fool, and know not His provocation: in my youthful days, I was not patient when affronts were offered me, Nothing more deer to gentlemen, then honour. This was otherwise: In my own defence I would kill a family, He showed his generous spirit, all the town Speaks nobly of him, pity him, and pray for him, And were he not desertful, by this time The general vote had hanged him. Tother a lose, and inconsiderate man, Lost in estate, and would would married thee, To would squeezed mine, it's better as it is. Be you first charitable to the living. Speak well, and think so too, you do not know What benefit may follow, and how ere Your womanish sorrow for the present may So missed your eyes, they will hereafter open, To see, and thank my care. You have your wit to apprehend sometime, But it's not passion must excuse your duty to me. Your Hope's may fail you if you do, Be obedient hereafter, if you please, And love my directions If ever? why suppose I should propound one to you, now i'th heat Of this misfortune, can your heart be obstinate To me, and your own good? Is the World Or I to be preferred, this makes the act Of your obedience perfect, and because I'll have assurance of what power I hold, This minute i'll prefer one to your thoughts, Dispose your heart to love the gentleman That now's in Prison. He that killed Delamore, Master Beaumont : Do not suspect I trifle, he is of A noble house, of a fair expectation, Handsome in every partly. Compose Your self to love him, i'll find a way how to Secure his life, and bring him freely off. Let me alone for that, If he refuse this offer for his life, Why let him die, i'll put him too't, consider, In this I shall behold thy naked soul, Be ruled, and prosper; disobey, and be Thrown from my care and blood, at better leisure I'll tell you more. Exit. O Master Barnacle, i'll wait upon you. No more you know my meaning. Let him be buried. Where is Leonora ? Bid her come hither, Master Barnacle I am something troubled about a gentleman. To whom, or whither? Send him to Jerusalem. Leonera? Nearer— Look to't, and correct this humour. I'll to him presently, Master Barnacle, Let me entreat your company to a gentleman, I'll wait as much on you. It sha not need, Sir, the respects I owe you make me again Solliciter for your safety, and although On the first proposition it appear Strange to you, and perhaps incredible, Which might dispose you to the slow embrace Of what I tendered, yet again brought to you After a time to examine and consider What most concerns you, I am confident, You will accept, and thank me Then thus: you are a Prisoner; that alone Is misery, But yours the greater, in that gilded of blood, Not sums that may be recompensed, detain you. I'll not dispute the circumstance, Delamore Slain by your hand. His blood calls to the law for justice, and you cannot Left to your self, and looking on the fact, Expect with any comfort what must follow. Yet I in pity of your sufferings, In pity of your youth which would be else Untimely blasted, offer to remove Your sorrows, make you free and right again, With clear satisfaction to the Law. 'Tis done by your acceptance of my daughter To be your Bride. If you find love to accept, it's the reward I look for, Leonora shall obey Or quit a father. May I never Thrive in my Prayers to Heaven, if what I offer I wish not heartily confirmed. Let it rest on that, will you confern and timely make provision for your safety? Now you are wise. What then? Will you not Prefer your life To honour and religion? And death You must expect which will take off this bravery. So resolute? Be undone, And this contempt shall hasten the divorce Of soul and love, die and be soon forgotten. Exit. Master Wilding, welcome, Y'ave been a great a stranger. Know you? There is some alteration in your forehead. 'Tis not smooth enough, you're troubled: Your wife's within. When saw you Master Beaumont ? I have sent for him; pray stay, and witness His further examination, I propounded A way to do him good but he is obstinate. Would I could change condition with him! Your husband Lady, Attend him hither. Master Beaumont's come Nay you shall favour me so much, here's the gentleman Already. Yes. Beside the offence known and examined You are guilty Of that which all good nature's do abhor. I am one. That which includes all That man should hate; ingratitude. Ingrate as high as murder. Thy self, to whom that life thou oughtest to cherish Thou hast undone With her I make Once more a tender of my wealth and thy Enlargement. Take you no care for that, it shall be secured If he accept, it's the last time of asking, Answer to purpose now. Since you are so peremptory So peremptory: here receive your sentence. Live and love happily. Here's one can clear the danger. I see heaven has decreed him for thy husband, And shat have my consent too. I wished to call thee son, pardon my trial Joy ever in your bosoms. Married. This day let me feast you Anon we'll visit Delamore.
Plot summary
Plot — The Gamester
Wilding is sexually uninterested in his wife, but propositions her ward, Penelope, with the promise that afterwards he will find her a husband. Penelope agrees to sex with him only if Mistress Wilding consents, so Wilding duly asks his wife. Mistress Wilding encourages Penelope to agree—in order to facilitate a plot. Penelope insists on a midnight assignation: Wilding is to come in the dark and neither of them shall speak during the encounter. The plan is for Mistress Wilding to take Penelope’s place. When the evening comes, however, Wilding is more interested in a gambling event at an ordinary, and sends Hazard to sleep with Penelope in his place; but after losing his money in the game, he envies Hazard his more pleasurable night. Then Mistress Wilding tells him of the substitution, and he is tormented with the thought of being a cuckold, until he realizes that Hazard still thinks he slept with Penelope. He puts it to Hazard that they should marry, but Hazard is unwilling, until he hears of Penelope’s £2,000 estate. He woos and marries her, then tells Wilding that the earlier assignation did not go as expected: both Mistress Wilding and Penelope were there, armed with a light and planning to rebuke Wilding for his lechery. No sex took place, and so Wilding is no cuckold. In the second plot, the friends Delamore and Beaumont fall out in a drunken argument about their respective girlfriends, Leonora and Violante, and Beaumont wounds Delamore. One man is taken to a surgeon, the other to prison. Leonora’s father, Sir Richard Hurry, is delighted—he disapproves of Delamore and has a debt of honour to the Beaumont family—and endeavours to find a way of saving Beaumont from prosecution for murder. The terms he puts to Beaumont, however, are that he shall marry Leonora on his release, breaking off his engagement to Violante. Beaumont refuses, and Violante, who has overheard the conversation after bribing the jailer, cannot persuade him to change his mind and save his life. When he continues to refuse, Hurry agrees to his marrying Violante instead of Leonora. It emerges that Delamore is alive, so Beaumont is no longer in danger of capital proceedings. In the third plot, the rich citizen Barnacle pays Hazard to lose a staged quarrel with his nephew, Young Barnacle, in order to give the youth a dangerous reputation that will allow him to walk the streets safely. Young Barnacle proves ludicrously inept at picking a fight, but Hazard eventually takes his beating. Old…