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'Tis my wish To dwell with thee, I never knew that woman In whom I took more pleasure to converse with, Indeed, Leonara I much pity thee. Would I knew Which way to bid thee steer, but lessoned by My own affection, I would have thy mind Constant to him thou loust, time may correct A father's harshness, and be confident If poor Violent have a power to serve thee, She will forget her own heart, ere prove false to thee. This face betrays some miserable accident. How my fears increase! Have more courage friend, Didst hear the circumstance? Nay then believe it not, he was so innocent, He could provoke no angry sword against him. Mine? in her I share Too much, but prithee since thou hast not been Slow to wound her, let me know my affliction. Tell the general voice It lies, my Beaumont prove a murderer? And of his friend? he would not kill and enemy. If thou believest thy eyes abused thee not, Thou mightest with one breath spoken they both dead, For the survivor lives, but to give up His life with more shame, all my comfort is, I shall not live to see it, o Leonora, Who is most wretched now? let thou, and I, The few days that we have to live, be friends, And die in perfect charity, I must leave you To manage your own grief, I have enough To break my poor heart too. Exit. I am called Violent. I should be sorry else. Not I, sir. What to do, sir. O! pray keep him from me then. Ther's one has hurt to much already. Not I, sir. You hold me not suspected. You Leonora ? Your father? I am amazed, and my soul much distracted Betwixt grief, and wonder, it grows late i'th morning, I le visit the sad Prisoner, my heart trembles, More can but kill me too, I'm, fit to die, And woes but hasten immortality. Exit. Here's for thy pains: they are the same; make good Thy word, and place me where I may unseen Hear their discourse. But sadness my deer Beaumont, while there is A cause that makes thee Prisoner, I must weep And empty many springs, my eyes are now No prophets of thy sorrow but the witness, And when I think of death that waits upon thee I wither to a Ghost. Be not lost In these imaginations. No more Of this vain language, if you have any pity On the poor Violent. It shall be so, be valiant my heart Beaumont I come not to take leave of thee. Again and often, Thy stars are gentle to thee, many days, And years are yet between thee and that time That threatens lose of breath; see, I can thus Disperse the Clouds sat heavy on my brow, Wipe the moisture hence, 'tis day again; Take beams into thy eye, and let them sink Upon thy better fortune, live, live happily. Dead and interred. From thy self Beaumont ; If thou wilt save thy self, I have herd all, And by the duty of my love am bound To hide your resolution, can you be So merciless to your self to refuse life When it is offered with the best advantage Is Leonora's love? a price that should Buy you from all the World? be counseled sir, O, do not lose your self in a vain passion For thought of me, I cancel all your vows, And give you back your heart, be free again If you will promise me to live and love. That best of womankind, a mine of sweetness. I justify Thy choice of me in that, that to preserve thee Dare give thee back again, be Leonora's, For being mine th'art lost to all the World Better a thousand times, thou be made hers Then we both lose, i'll pawn my faith sheele love thee I'll be content to hear my Beaumonts well, And visit thee sometime Like a glad sister, And never beg a kiss, but if I weep At any time when we are together, Do not believe it's sorrow makes my eyes So wet, but joy to see my Beaumont living: As it is now to hope. But you must, unless You change for Leonora, think of that, Think ere you be to rash. Then here As of a dying man I take my leave, Farewell unhappy Beaumont, i'll pray for thee. These tears embalm thee If in this World we never meet My life is buried in thy winding sheet. I beseech your pardon, But is my Beomont sent for? I much fear Leonora now, She looks not sad enough, although I could Resign my interest freely to preserve him, I would not willingly be present when They interchange hearts, sly will show too much A tyrant, if she be not satisfied With what was mine, but I must be moite To be their triumph. My Dearest Beaumont. Friend, Leonora, 'Twas indiscreetly done to open sorrow So Like a torrent, Leonora ; friend. Give not such Belief to these sad news, until you hear it Confirmed, dist see him dead? Have comfort then, this may Be checked again.
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…