TREATWELL

What in a place so public? A place more private would become my message, And give it gentle hearing. From the young Lord Scales. The Lord my Master, to whom the fame of Your fair Daughters beauty hath thronged by infinite Tongues, hath in his breast Took such a strong impression, that he's pleased (So your consent and his may parallel) To make her his fair Bride. Sir, I have full Commission from his mouth To treat so much; and what I undertake He hath engaged his honour to make good. Pray sir, your answer. But Donna Anne, Madonna, Madam, Lady, What breadth those Titles bear? Me thinks the motion might be fair and even, To make her mistress of her own free thoughts And choose where she best likes. Your Mother sir, that must be. His Lordship asks no more. Sir, I shall. A bold fellow; give him scope, my Lord. Nay good my Lord have patience; hear him speak. This fellows bluntness Does somewhat better than at first, Whom wilt thou follow now? I do not think but under that rough brow Is lodged and honest heart; they are best servants Whom want, penurious need, and poverty Cannot fright from their Master's. Ent. Chan. and his Wife. That meant by me? But Trencher friend? But eat well. It's most strange: sure it's some vexed spirit that hath Deceased of late from out the house: who died last in that Chamber? Perhaps hers; who having hid some treasure in her Life time must, till that be discovered, walk of force, The Like I have read in Legends. But hath he done such strange things? These things so well succeeding, pray resolve us In what form does this Devil haunt your house. So I told you, sure your Mother's. Your reason sir? As you would purchase us your lasting friends. I'll aid him in the search to make That sweet conclusion. If his pockets lining suit but to the outside Of his Clothes, he hath small needs of them. Still, still misprision; might I advice you, proffer What you purpose, and if refused, so leave him. Sir, I had conference with him. By no entreaty or persuasive skill, Nay were he pressed by menace or command, He vows to have no hand in these designs; I could not make him think such things can be; He counts them mere impostures, falacyes, Or, let a man receive them at the best, Illusions of the Devil; that Ghosts walk He says directly it's impossible, And in that faith he'll die; further discourse I could by no means get him listen to, but half displeased he left me. I know not how you could dispose him better And empty all your wishes. The maid talks idly. I am but one and I my self will venture.