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W Ell done my Master's, ye bestir your selves, I see we shall feast to morrow. Isaac. Have you been careful, to invite those friends, you had direction for? We shall want no guests then. How sir? Who are they? O he's reported a good Trencherman, He has a tall stomach, he shall be welcome. How does he live live? He does not eat it. Who is the other? He's a great man indeed. They will be well met. How lives he? Mr. Beauford and Captain Landby: Isaac, call forth my Daughter. I possess nothing but in trust for thee, Gratiana makes all that ne. Your friendship noble Captain to Mr. Beauford, Makes your person most welcome, Had you no other merit, pray enter. Exe. Bea. & Cap. Heaven hath already crowned my grey hairs! I live to see my daughter married To a noble hu band, the envy of our time, And exact pattern of a Gentleman, As hopeful as the Spring, I am grown proud, Even in my age. Exit. 'Tis he. Mr. Marwood, you have been a great stranger to the City, or my house for the course entertainment you received, hath been unworthy of your visit. Beauford, Gentlemen enter my house, And perfect your embraces there: I led the way. Exit. You're welcome Mr Landby, and mistress Jane. Where's the young Captain si your Nephew? They are inseparable friends, as they had Divided hearts, they both are glad, when either Me e a good fortune. Do mistress Jane, she has Her maids blush yet, she'll make you amends for this, And ere't be long I hope 'dance at your wedding. Exit Jane. Master Lan by, It would refresh my age to see her fruitful to him, I should find a blessing for a young eaufor , and be glad to worser ndle him, the First news of a boy born by my daughter Would set me back seven years: Oh Master Landby, Old men do never truly dote, until Their children bring em babies. Never see me, But when you are invited. Y'aue a fresh servant master Rawbone, A proper fellow, and maintains himself Handsomely. We expect him sir, every minute. Can you blame me sir: I would not have our morning's expectation Frustrate— I know not what to think. The morn grows old. What should procure his absence; he departed But oddly yesterday. But we see neither. That's another jealousy. Would? Master Lodam, W lcome. Saw you master Beauford sir. My daughter undone, name what unhappiness, My heart already does begin to prophesy How , name what disaster, give it Expression pray, what is the news? What is't? Does it concern my knowledge? trifle not. Saw you master Beauford? Pray heaven he may: My daughter. Dost not wonder girl at Beaufords absence? Gratiana. Lod spies Jane. Isaac.— Exit Isaac as sent off. Where? Not well, 'tis then no time to chide: How fare you sir? Would? Into the Garden Gentlemen. This begets my wonder, master Lodam. Not speak with him, he must have stronger guard To keep me out: where's Beauford? Then there's a Villain. I must not spin it finer, till you make me Understand better, why my daughter, and In her, my family is abused. Is she not honest, will you Make her then a whore? Thou liest, nor can my age make me appear Unworthy a satisfactio from thy sword. Keep me not from him Captain he has in this Given a fresh wound, I came t'expostulate, The reason of a former suffering, Which unto this was charity, as thou art A Gentleman, I dare thee to the Combat: Contemn not Beauford my grey hairs, if has A Noble soul, keep not this distance; meet me, Thou art a Soldier: for heavens sake, permit me Chastise the most uncharitable slander Of this bade man. Not injured me? what is there then in nature, Left, to be called and injury? didst not mock Me, and m poor found girl with marriage? Till all things were designed, the very day When Hymen should have worn his saffron robe: My friends invited, and prepared to call Her Bride; and yet, as if all this could not (Summed up together) make and injury: Does thy corrupted soul at last conspire To take her white name from her? —give me leave To express a Father, in a tear, or two, For my wronged child. Oh Beauford! thou hast rob A father, and a daughter—but I woe not Usurp heavens justice, which shall punish thee Above my weak arm; mayest thou live, to have Thy heart as ill rewarded, to be a father At my years, have one daughter, and no more Beloved as mine, so mocked, and then called Whore. Whither art fled Gratiana? that I can Converse with none to tell me thou art still A mortal? taken hence by miracle? Though angels should entice her hence, to heaven, She was so full of piety, to her father, She would first take her leave. 'Tis so, he murdered her; For he that first would rob her of her honour, W uld or fear afterward to kill Gratiana, He shall be arrangn'd for't; —but where shall we Get honest men enough to make a Jury? That dare be conscionable, when the Judge Looks on, and frowns upon the Verdict, men That will not be corrupted, to favour A great man evidence, but prefer justice To ready money? h this age is barren— Guarded for what? Gratiana. O my girl, my Gratiana, — Isaac, Beauford is taken, 'tis apparent he hath slain my daughter, and shanot I revenge her Death? I'll prosecute the Law with violence against him, not leave the Judge, till he pronounce his sentence, then I'll die, and carry Gratiana the news before him. Follow me Exeunt. But I would found the way, 'tis but procuring Acquaintance with the foreman of the Jury, The Sessions bell-weather, he leads the rest Like sheep when he makes a gap, they follow In huddle to his sentence. I am a little serious—do not trouble me. I n yther know, nor care for you, unless You can be silent. Away fool. A Physician? can you cure my daughter? Cannot you find her out by art? a good Physician, should be acquainted with the Stars: Prithee erect a figure, graven Astronomer, Sh'at would the minute she departed; turn Thy Ephemerides a little, isle lend Thee Ptolemy, and a nest of learned Rabbies To judge by: to l me whither she be a live, Or dead, and thou shalt be my Doctor, isle Give thee a round per Annum pension, And thou shalt kill me for it. What says the Raven? Doctor I am sick, I'm very sick at heart lose of my daughter I fear, will make me mad, how long d'ee think Men nature able to resist it, can Your love or art prescribe your friend a Cordial? No, no, you cannot. As these? why do you know what 'tis to Lose a daughter? you converse with men, that Are diseased in body; punished with a gout Or fever: yet some of these are held The shames of physic, but to mind you can Apply no salutary medicine: My daughter sir, my daughter— Speak well A'th dead, for living she would not be absent Thus from me, she was ever dutiful Took pleasure in obedience: o my child, But I have strong suspicion, by whom She's made away. Beauford — Justice, justice, I will have justice: Would Gratiana ! Art a live, o my joy, it grows To mighty for me, I must weep a little To save my heart— I would not wept enough for joy Gratiana That th'art alive yet — I understand nothing Beside this comfort. It was ill done sir — I am in a labyrinth? Is't possible? Both my loved children. You le marry her. Young Haver. Away, away. Set on. Ha'your pardon gentle sir I know you now, Impute it to my grief, hath almost made me Forget my self. He that pretended marriage—he gave her A wound before.
Plot summary
Plot — The Wedding
Beauford is to marry Sir John Belfare’s daughter, Gratiana, but on the eve of the wedding his kinsman Marwood tells him that she is unchaste: he himself has slept with her. Beauford fights a duel with him in the park; Marwood is wounded, but still insists that his story is true. Beauford sends a surgeon to him, but the body disappears before he arrives, taken away for treatment by the park gamekeeper’s wife. Beauford accuses and jilts Gratiana on the day of the wedding. Questioned by. Beauford’s friend Captain Landby, Gratiana insists that she is a virgin, and he offers to help vindicate her. At his instigation, she writes to Beauford pretending to have drowned herself, and shuts herself away in the house of Landby’s uncle, Justice Landby. Milisent, a boy servant, tells Gratiana that Marwood has died insisting on the veracity of his accusation: he slept with Gratiana with the connivance of her guardian Cardona. Milisent then tells Beauford that Marwood was mistaken: Gratiana is innocent, and Cardona is to blame. The boy also claims to have brought him Marwood’s body, but the coffin actually contains the living Gratiana, and the lovers are reconciled. Beauford is arrested for Marwood’s murder arid brought before Justice Landby. Belfare rushes to the judge's house to lay an additional accusation for the rourder of the missing Gratiana, only to find her there alive. The other murder charge proves. equally iiitounded: Marwood too is present in disguise. Cardona admits that she arranged an -assignation between Marwood and Gratiana, but substituted her 1626 own daughter Lucibel, who subsequently disappeared. She too is present: she took on a male identity and became Milisent. Marwood agrees to marry her, and Beauford and Gratiana resume their engagement. In the sub-plot, Justice Landby encourages his daughter Jane to consider two inappropriate suitors, the thin Rawbone and the obese Loadum, in order to test her judgement. She is already in love with Haver, who has got himself a job as Rawbone’s servant in order to have access to her. Loadum and Rawbone consider fighting a duel over Jane; Rawbone agrees when Haver offers to fight in his place, while Loadum is persuaded upon learning that Rawbone is not considered to be much of a duellist - so he gets a surprise when his opponent, Haver in disguise, proves ready and able to fight. Justice Landby finds a love- letter from Haver in Jane’s prayer book and, disapproving of a marriage to the impecunious Haver, decides…