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Marry weet heart 'tis Sir godfreys man, That comes to bid us to his daughters marriage. What on your wedding day and change, Is your brides beauty less esteemed then mine, Y aith you men are so deceitful, That she's a oole will credit what you say, Go Sirrah, do you tend at door, Let none come in unless I call to you. vallenger now by this light Thou art the welcomest man in Christendom. Hang him I never loved him in my life, Only I gull the Rascal for his money. Heeres a wonderful good fashioned gown, Idem ride my horse twenty mills for such another. Caulest thou me whore, now by this light I'll have Thee murdered, and if gold can do it. Whose there, sweet Vallenger is't Thee, Why dost thou look so sad, how fairs my deer? What is it sweet I will not do for Thee? Is the wind in that door, What would you have me do? Not and hour, shall I have my reputation Touched for Thee, if you linger here, I'll send for the Officers to discharge my self. Pray God that Sentloe be not murdered now, TO en all my Hope's are lost. How now Blunt what news? Then are we undone Blunt? The poor dejected Vallenger was here, As dry as dust not left a single doyt, His father vows to follow law of him, Well, would that Sentlo were alive again. Yes Blunt, the help, but mark a woman's wit, Vallenger is but new gone out of doors, Go follow him, and mark where he lies down, And if thou seest he is inclined to sleep, Lay Sentloes murdered body hard by him, Pluck out his sword, and all be bloody it, And then cry murder as if he did the deed, About it Blunt, do not the same neglect, And then we two are free from all suspect. Fear not this shall be done effectually. I entertain that name most royal king, And boldly come here to clear my self, Of any thing that shall be laid against me. Does this disgraced son of that proud man, Charge me with these surmises before the king. Who then dares tuch my reputation? This corish lump of flesh, this shaghaird slave, Alack good God, how holy is she grown, she loves the flesh, yet dares not make it known. Melt Blunt yes, and does weep brinish tears, to see what ames them, and does me confound, Here is a glass for such as lives by lust, See what 'tis to be honest, what 'tis to be joust, What auste merchant have you God there, Frog break his pate? Sweet heart shall go in this gown? I could be content to love him well enough, So he could afford me better words. Now by this hand, I wonder vallenger, What delight thou takest in such a wife, But that she is somewhat wise, and modest, But to content a gallant spirit indeed, By this light she is a very block to me. Vallenger, what makes your minion here, What are you ieallious huswife with a pox? I have a trick and if it fallen out right, Shall move her patience ere she partly from hence. By my troth here is and excellent rebato. Would I had such a one. I prithee gentle love be patient. For ooth the Gentleman is Iellious, But I would quickly rid him of that Fever, And if thou wouldst Blunt but con ent with me. Now Blunt I see it, and will report thy love, And for asigne here take this purse of gold, And now but mark the issue of my purpose. Thou Seest that Sentloes coin: begins to wear, And Vallenger is even now on the spur, And for my sake will empty all his treasure, And what I have I will impart to Thee, But murder Sentlo, then is Florence free. Fear not Blunt we w ll not stick for that. The deed being done come presently to me, And we will frolic in his tragedy. And what shall I do, beg the while, No Vallenger your deceived in me, think you that isle be privy to your plotes, to bring my self in danger of the Law, Go to your wife and cherish her at home, I do not Like these wanton humours I. Be shrow my heart then, do not take it so, Pray leave my house, least your father come. Then farewell, come to me when 'tis done, Mean while isle home, and stir not out of door. Exit. Health to the king, good fortune to the peers. I bribe Thee, with what falsehood dost thou urge me. Am I descried, shall yonder corish slave, By blabing tongue bring me to infamy, No though I assure my death, isle further his. My answer shall be resolute and true, Worthy the vallor of a woman's mind, To bade for Thee, thou lump of infamy. Most mighty king, I freely do confess, That cursed Blunt consented to murder Sentloe, This is the truth of all, live I or die. His fault is murder, hang us all my Lord. See then you hang us closely, then my Lord To kiss in death, as we have kissed in life. Now gentlewoman: let me speak with you, Now good fellow, what wouldst thou have with me? Well: shall I confess one thing truly to Thee, Why then I confess truly that before This time never confessed any thing truly, But in brief father isle tell Thee, All that I couseaned, I de rauded: Those I have slandered, I have defamed, Whom I hated, I loved not: And this hath been the manner of my life. No by my troth, never a whit at all. Perhaps you know so much: trust me, not I. Come noble hearts, lets fearless march away, A little hanging will dispatch us all. By heaven if you maintain this Ra call slave, To abuse me, keep him and let me go. Before and honest servant, let him. With all my heart Sir Eustace at her eruice
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…