GODFREY

Now gentlemen, your welcome to my house, Good master Challener and your honest friend, So are you all young gallants every one, But we forget our selves, Body of me, Where be these Lads, what shall we have No dancing after dinner? Ho, up with the tables, If they have dined within, and come young Lads now to your dance again. Gentlemen I thank you all, Lets in to supper the the cheer be small, Exit the Maskers. Who e that which calls for help, gods pity wife, The Gentleman, lies bleeding here that came with master Challen. I pray Sir peak who hath hurt you thus. Challener, why I thought you had been friends. What was the matter Sir may I know it? How say you wife, did not I say so much, He was a Cutter and a swaggerer, He have my child, no, no, he aims amiss, Go presently make search throughout the City, Where ere you find him carry him straight to prison, Look to him, come Sir, since your hurt Was about my girl, you shall not from my house till you are thorough whole. And for the motion which you made to me, Touching my child, I promise you truly Sir, I do not know the man in Bristo, That I affect more then I do your self, Come hither with e, daughter a word with you, I know that once thou didst love Challener, But he is fled, thou éest a wagering ellow, Tell me my girl wilt thou be ruled by me, And isle provide a man fit or thy turn. Why thats well said my wench, there spoke and angel Look yonder what aist thou to young Vallenger, He is a man as it complete oh wax, His ather is and honourable knight, A Challener, a very stock to this, Love him my girl, say as I say, do. Why with e I know what she would ay already, She hath loved Challener. And would think, Her and in leaving him oh soon to choose another, And thinks we would be angry, If she loved Vallenger, tut v e thy mind Well ed my girl then Vallenger is he, What ay you Ellen do you not agree. He shall be welcome, I would my How e Were thought fit for his entertainment, But on, so may I call you now, And if that you agree how say you Sir. Well ed hearts yowl never be younger, Lets in to get all things in readiness. I hope my child will imitate her steps, Right reverent Docter your most welcome hither, My How e, or what el e, is at your command. Oh my dear daughter how could he use Thee thus? And for a strumpets love, Oh God, Oh God. Give me my child (Sir Eustice) as she is, A virtuous maid dishonoured by thy on. Alack good knight, I make my moan to Thee, And thou in true love canst but pity me. Here wife, let us hold hands, and in three parts, Lets sing around, and so weep out our hearts. Should any but my Anabell say so, Though age hath set his foot upon my back, I would maintain thy Beauty, Swear thou Wertenberg fair, Nay more then that, defend it with my sword. He spends no goods of mine upon his trull. Docter, brother, whats to be done. Hath he not sought thy blood thou foolish girl? He gave thy ornaments to deck his trull. She knows no injury, my Lord she lies, I ever thought that Harlot would be one. See how that bold ace jeats it Like a bride. Your answer Florence, what debate you there Be blínd mine eyes, Oh virtuous Challener. Come to redeem his enemy from death. Thats not by Thee found girl, Kneel Eustice, kneel, do not accept Against her folly, do not good my ledge. Why my ledge, this is my child, my anabell? Came in this disguise, to save his life, that was the spoil of hers, Now aforegod girl thou art much to blame. What is that other? My Lord, this is virtuous Challener, Come to redeem his enemy from death. Signeor Julio I understand your called sir. Come brother you and I'll confer w to M. Docter. Come we discourse to long, we shall have Time enough for conference. Sir heres my hand, whatsoever lies in me, You shall command my heart and secrecy, It is enough then Docter thus much know, Though happily it may seem stranng to Thee. That on my marriage day I should transgress So far as now I must reveal to Thee, But think 'tis love, blind love that leads me on, That conquers Gods, and much more mortal men. Girl, thou art to foolish, so are we to long, Sufferance in this may grow to further wrong. Blessed be the hour that ever y u camest to bristo. Were he our son a thousand times, We must not let him be a murderer. There is no dallying in a matter of such wait, And therefore let us not be slack in this, Fame with her brazen trump hath born this tidings hither. By blessed Saint Paul my liedg I cannot brook it to see my child, my air, my Anabell, this here: what a wretch was this? Now by saint Charity if I were judge, a halter were the least should hamper him. Forgive him, no not I the wretch shall never boast, That he hath braved old Godfrey in a joust And honest cause. I'll touch him I, I and tuch him to the quick, No less then for his neck verse will I touch him, Docter stand forth and to my prince and peers, Say what thou knowest of Sentloes bloody death and mistress is not Sentloe dead in act. My ledge, God be my record I do not repine, Alack good knight, thou wéeps in vain, But now there is no help. No, no, my Sovereign, I have hard, A man urged by nes esity to led his friend, Or to redeem his person with his own, But to find one will die for a friend, This age we live in does not now a ord. Now master Vallenger, good news a gods name From whence is that letter Sir may I know,