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I shall presume to follow. I congratulate your return. We know you have other habit, You were not wont to affect ceremony. Mar. & Bea whisper. I do not Like his present countenance, It does threaten somewhat; I wo'd not prophesy. I shall sir. Morrow sir John, where is the early Bridegroom? Not yet come? his servants told me He went abroad before the morning blushed. I wonder at his absence. D'ee hear, they Say you come a wooing to my Cousin, That day you marry her, isle cut your throat, Keep't to your self. You come hither to wish C n give em joy now. You do lie, you come to Scour your dirty maw with the good cheer, Which will be damed in your lean Barathruw, That kitchen-stuff devourer. When it does vomit up thy heart I'll praise it, in the mean time would Every bit thou catst to day, were steeped In Aquam fortis. I'll would thee sowed up in a Moneybag, and boiled to jelly. Marwood had engaged him, They promised to return. He is ridiculous. And yours to be hanged. You shall command me as your servant.—sirrah. Exit. As he goes out, he sees Rawb. court Jane. You amaze me Beauford, Gratiana false? I shall suspect the truth of my conception, And think all women monsters, though I never Loved with that nearness of affection To marry any, yet I mourn they should Fallen from their virtue, why may not Marwood Injure her goodness? That circumstance takes away all suspicion again, Where left you Marwood? Quite dead? Would he were buried, My fears perplex me for you; though none see You fight, the circumstance must needs Betray you: what's he. Enter a Surgeon. What fellow's this? Dare you trust him? You have done that already in your discovery. Pray heaven he prove your friend. You must resolve for flight, you shall take ship— Will you ruin your self? there's no security— How? This is wildness, A desperate folly, pray be sensible:— Whose this, 'tis Gratiana. Lady I would ask you a rude question: Are you a maid? I am answered: I do believe she's honest; O that I could But speak with Marwoods ghost now, and thou be'st In hell, I'de meet thee half way, to converse One quarter of and hour with thee, to know The truth of all things, thy Devil Jailer May trust thee without a waiter, he has security For thy damnation in this sin alone, I me f ll of pity now, and spite of manhood Cannot forbear, come Lady, I am confident, I know not which way —that you're virtuous— Pray walk with me, isle tell you the whole story; For yet you know not your accuser. Sir John Belfares daughter. Let us entreat a word in private sir— I have and humble suit—if it be so, that you kill him, let me beg his body for and Anatomy, I have a great mind to eat a piece on him. I have a letter. Gratiana. She is abused, and if you had not been Transported from us, with your passion, You would would changed opinion, to have herd How well she pleaded. You might, With little trouble gather from her tears How clear she was, which more transparent, then The morning Due, or crystal, fell neglected Upon the ground: some cunning Jeweller To would seen em scattered, would a thought some Princess Dropped em, and covetous to enrich himself, Gathered them up for Diamonds. O you were too credulous. Marwood has played the Vilaine, and is damned for't Could but his soul be brought to hear her answer The accusation, she wo'd make that blush, And force it to confess a treason, to Her honour, and your love. I did, and promised her to do this service, She begged of me at parting, if she sent A letter, to convey it to your hand, Pray read, you know not what this paper carry . Not me, I guess, It is some secret, was not fit for my Relation, it may be, worth your knowledge; Do her that justice, since you would not hear What she could say in person, to peruse Her paper. Sir you knew not What satisfaction it contains Or what she may confess in't for my sake— Reads Deny her this. So, so, now unrip the seal. alas good old man. Exit Bel. Isaac. Now read the Letter. I hope she employed not me, to bring this news. My Accuser by this time, knows the reward of my injury Farewell, I am carrying my Prayers for thee to another World— her own Martyr, drowned Gratiana. I have. Take comfort. For me sir. It does not sir become a Gentleman To be spectator of a fight, in which He's not engaged. They fight? a doublet, stuffed with straw, advancing A bulrush, were able to fright em both Out a'their senses, tha'not soul enough To skirmish with a fieldmouse; they point a duel? At Hogs-don, to show fencing upon Cream And cakebread, murder a quaking Custard, Or some such daring enemy. Jasper. You shall Sir. Promise your self they shall: I will defer My conference with Gratiana, and Entertain this recreation. Here can I stand and behold the Champions. Wh rson, moale-cather. Well y toad. If thou dost offer to look home again, till they would done, isle cut thee off at thigh. Both cowards, we shall have no skirmish. I would seen a dog look Like him, that has drawn a Wicker bottle, rattling about the streets, and leering on both sides, where to get a quiet corner to bite his tail off. So, so. Howes this? Whoreson puff-paste, how he winks and barks: How now Gentlemen, master Lodam. Deliver up your Weapon: Master Rawbon , I repent my opinion of your Counterfeit wardize. I see you dare fight, and shall report it to my Cousin: You shall walk home, shee'le take it as and honour, And present your prisoner. Nay, you shall wait a your master with his leave, good Jasper Unde— Cap. and Just, whisper. You shall do n ble sir. A Coxecombe. Your man is fancy sir. I forget Gratiana Sur this is a dream. Are not you then, awake fit? What d'ee think a'tha sir. k cke him. You do not feel it then. Are you mad?