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Sure you do him wrong sir. I do wonder a Gentleman of your knowledge should so deceive himself. Fair sir, I am not taken with your flatteries, I can see through you. No, I pity so handsome a Gentleman, and of So fair a fortune, should want his eyes. To your own follies sir. Out vpon't, that's a worse, my Taylor cozened me t'oher day with the same oath, save your credit and let swearing alone, I dare take your word. For a greater matter, but not for this, you and I would not eaten a bushel of salt yet, in time I may be converted, and think your tongue and heart keep house together, for at this time I presume they are very far a sunder. No by my troth, I would rather find your heart in your tongue, but you are valiant, and it's only fear they say, brings a men heart up to his mouth. No. Neither. My Lute's broke sir. But one at once. Nay keep your oath Sir. I pray Sir resolve me one thing, and be plain, Do you love me? As you are a Gentleman, I know you can swear any thing t'is a fashion you're most constant in, to be religiously wicked, and oath in your mouth and a reservation in your hearts is a common Courtship, do not swear as you are a Gentleman. I think so. I would not have you sir. I'm walking in Sir. Be this enough between us to bind each to help others designs. Thou art very sad. A dry whooresone not thus to be wrought upon! Thou hast not tasted. From whom? What this? Does he not write Like a bold gamester? I received your Letter Sir? You might have spared your hand a labour, if you had resolved to put your feet upon this expedition. To serve me, how? Since the Compliment of Service came up, Gentle men have had excuse for their love: I would not have you serve me Sir. Not one serve two, well. It's my question. In what sense? But this does not satisfy me. Now you're immodest, I only asked if you love me. Spare your self this is but course love. Would you did else. Sir, if your meaning be no stranger to your language, although I cannot promise my self, you bind me to be thankful for it. But pardon me if I suspect you still, you are too wild and aery to be constant to that affection. Noble Sir. How fare you Sir? Upon mine? I Sir? That may be done. You have a burning Favour. A learned Pander. It shall be a harmless trial Sir. It shall be my security, What ill star, ruled at my Nativity, That I should be so miserable to love A man, whose glory is his vice, whose study Is but to ruin virtue. Enter Winifrid. Here Winifrid. Away you know your charge, be ready where are you Sir, Mr. Fouler She speaks hoarse. Enter Fouler. This is the way. It seems your Fever hath left you. Fear not. There's a fee belongs to my place first: This is not enough. This is nothing. There is another Fee belongs to us. This is not all I look for: If you could see me I do blush; Hear me. Be man again; For yet thou art a Monster, and this act Published will make thee appear so black and Horrid, that even beasts will be ashamed Of thy society, my goodness in hope of Your conversion makes me chides you so, Would Winifryd dost thou observe him, o my heart Is full of fear, I tremble to look on him: See of a sudden what a paleness has Possessed his face do not his eyes retire Into their hollow chambers, Sir how do you? Death sits upon his forehead, I never saw The horror of a dying countenance, But in this Gentleman, Winifryd to my closet, Fetch me the Cordial, What a hollow voice he has, o my misfortune If he should die here, fetch me some strong waters. He talks wildly: I may suspect him, if y'aue so much strength To walk, go home, call your Physician, And friends, dispose of your estate, and settle Your peace for heaven I do beseech you Sir. My prayers shall beg a mercy on your soul: For I have no encouragement to hope Your glass hath many sands, farewell Sir, cherish Pare holy thoughts, that if your life soon end, Your better partly may to you Court ascend, come to my Father. Exeunt. Remove the hearse into this Chamber In your nobleness, I desire you will Interpret fairly what I am to personate And by the Story you will find I have Some cause of passion. O Master Fouler. I loved thee living with a holy flame to purge the errors of thy wanton youth. This made thy soul sue out so hasty a Divorce. And flee to aery dwellings, hath Left us thy cold pale figure, which we have Commission but to chamber up in Melancholy dust, where thy own worms Like the false servants of some great man shall devour thee first. We must all die. But Wertenberg thou now to live again with us And that by miracle thy soul should with thy Body have second marriage, I believe Thou wouldst study to keep it a chased Temple, holy Thoughts Like Fumes of sacred incense hovering About this heart, then thou wouldst learn to be Above thy frailties, and resist the flatteries of Smooth-faced lust. The burden of which sin, my fears persuade me, both hastened and accompanied thy death. I would done, May this prayer profit him, wooed his soul were As sure to gain heaven as his body's, here, A woman's muse sir, Yes: I do. Here, every where. You're dead to virtue, to all noble thoughts, And till the proof of your conversion To piety win my faith, you are to me Without all life, and charity to my self, Bids me endeavour with this ceremony To give you burial if hereafter I Let in my memory to my thoughts, or see you. You shall but represent his ghost or shadow Which never shall have power to fright my innocence. Or make my cheek look pale, my ends are compassed, And here in sighed of heaven. Now you begin to live: If you can love I will study to deserve and be hap py to give you proof of my service, in the mean time it shall be a testimony of your favour to deliver this enclosed paper to your cozen from her servant Aymwell, farewell and remember Fouler, look you cozen what Mr. Fouler writes, I dare trust you with the secret at your opportunity peruset his paper. Then you made me a property. Exit. Would it were in my power to recover you. Nothing? Pray Sir acquaint me. He is too subtle. Love you Sir?