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Sir Godfrey vmphreuile, & my honoured Sister. My bony bride, and this fair company, How it glades old Eustace vallenger To ee this good occasion of our mirth. Had my old true hearted Saram lived, To have seen the maraige oh her dear son And in so good and worship ull a stock, As old vmphrevilles: well it a woman Few such live now: you old foolish eyes Will you be watering still. Come anaball thou now must be my wife, My huswife, and my house keeper, and all, I know thou hast been broad up for a hu wife, Thy husbands a wild boy I confess. But let him stay and keep Thee company Or by the holy rood he roosts not her. But brother, heres and Itallian docter thats come mended to us by especial friends, Whom we must entertain with good regard. Ho, who e with in there? The Like say I sir, be bold thereof Why Ned what meanest thou Alas good knight, my griefs so jumps with thine, That as I weep or Thee, so pity mine. And Bristol with their Citizens express, Their gladness by their triumph, at your safety. You come my son: what said I? No my shame: Oh let his blood my liege redeem the same. Look there on thy accuser, that is he. Aplie thy speech proud woman to the place, Speak reverently in presence of the King. Look on her face my Lord, her couller changes. Nothing but badness is from bade derived. Harbart for all your kindness to my son, I'll see you shortly caper in a cord. I, I, my Sovereign justice on my son, He hath deserved death, and let him have it. Fie, Fie, Ned you trifle out the time. My son rob Thee of thy fair Oh naments. Split soul a sunder, that thy sons so vild. Give me my on, that I may punish him, For wronging this air slower thy worthy child. Sir Godfrey, oh would I, by heaven I would, I, Wertenberg against that fugetiue my son, Fugetiue in forsaking of his wife To led the raze of and intemprat life. Brother, it shall be so, he shall not have A graven room of my Land. Cut off all maintenance, that is the way To make him see his sin. What his true hearted wife? A Docter of more honesty there lives not. Gods me we must go apprehend him strait. Though nature wrassels with my stayed reason, and wills me plead for mercy for my son, yet justice with impartial wings directs, My thoughts from pity, and my words for right, My liedg to make and entrance to your fame, Regard Vmphreviles wrong, punish my son, I cannot loose him better then by law, Nor is he lost that does example give, Of sweet amends to such as lewdly live. Commistresse Florance you must know That your come to Bristol. And must now help to grace our Bride, No, no, brother with your men, Beset you Sentloes house he may be there, I and my men, will post another way, No place shall be unsought, But we will have him.
Plot summary
Plot — The Fair Maid of Bristol
Chaloner, who expects to marry Sir Godfrey Umphreville’s daughter Annabel, takes his friend Vallenger to Sir Godfrey’s birthday party. Vallenger falls for Annabel himself, and a violent quarrel with Chaloner ensues; Vallenger is wounded, and Chaloner is disgraced in Sir Godfrey’s eyes. Annabel needs little persuasion to transfer her affections to Vallenger, and they become engaged. On hearing this, Chaloner returns to Bristol from London, disguised as an Italian doctor. Sentloe lives a hedonistic life with Florence, a courtesan, and ignores the moralistic advice of his friend Herbert. To demonstrate his friendship, Herbert follows the couple to Bristol and, taking the alias Blunt, gets himself hired as a servant by Sentloe. They attend Vallenger’s wedding, and, despite the occasion, Vallenger is smitten with Florence, and asks the Italian doctor to poison Sentloe and Annabel. In the meantime he meets with Florence, who admits that her true interest in Sentloe is limited to the contents of his purse. When Florence admires Annabel’s clothes, Vallenger gives them to her, leaving Annabel in her underwear. Florence asks Blunt to murder Sentloe. Outraged by his behaviour, Vallenger’s father turns him out, but Florence refuses to take him in. Blunt tells her that Sentloe is dead - too late, as Vallenger is no longer an eligible suitor, and Florence wishes the murder undone. In reality, Blunt has only given Sentloe a sleeping potion; but, ordered by Florence to frame Vallenger, he finds Sentloe and Vallenger asleep near one another, bloodies Vallenger’s sword, and calls for the authorities. The despairing Vallenger sees the accusation as a good way of committing suicide, and makes a false confession. Blunt pretends Sentloe is an old friend and claims his body for burial. ===== PAGE 72 ===== The King arrives at Bristol, and hears Vallenger’s case. Blunt asks for the sentence to be deferred, and lays information against Florence. Faced with the evidence of the purse with which she paid Blunt, she realizes. the game is up, but tries to drag Blunt down with her. Vallenger, Florence, and Blunt are all sentenced to death, but the King grants the concession that Vallenger may be spared if another man will die in his place. Sentloe disguises himself as a friar to visit the prisoners, but finds Florence unrepentant. At the execution, Annabel and Chaloner both offer themselves in exchange for Vallenger; though Annabel has disguised herself as a man, she is identified, and…