SIR ARTHUR

God a mercy my good host Blague, Thou hast a good seat here. Mine Host is not Sir Richard Mounchensey come yet according to our appointment when we last dinde here? 'Tis well good mine host, go down and see break fast be provided. How does my Lady, are you not weary Madam? Come hither, I must talk in private with you, My daughter Milliscent must not overhear. You know our meeting with the knight Mounehensey, Is to assure our daughter to his heir. Two tedious winter's have passed over since first, These couple loved each other, and in passion Glewd first their naked hands with youthful moisture, Just so long on my knowledge. This morning should my daughter loose her name, And to Mounchenseys house convey our arms, Quartered within his scutcheon; affiance made Betwixt him and her, this morning should be sealde. For look you wife, the riotous old knight, Hath overrun his annual revenue, In keeping jolly Christmas all the year, The nostrils of his chimney are still stuffed, With smoke more chargeable then Cane-tobacco, His hawks devour his fattest dogs while simple, His leanest curs eato him hounds carrion Beside, I herd of late his younger brother, Or Turkey merchant hath sure suck'de the knight, By means of some great losses on the sea, That you conceive me, before God all nought, His seat is weak, thus each thing rightly scanned, You'll see a flight wife, shortly of his land. I have a plot, a trick, and this it is, Under this colour I'll break off the match; I'll tell the knight that now my mind is changed For marrying of my daughter, for I intend To send her unto Cheston Nunry. There to become a most religious Nun. How dost Like my plot? Continue there? Would, would, that were a jest, You know a virgin may continue there, A twelve month and a day only on trial, There shall my daughter sojourn some three months, And in mean time I'll compass a fair match Betwixt youthful Jerningham, the lusty heir Of Sir Ralph Jerningham dwelling in the forest, I think they'le both come hither with Mounchensey. What thou married? let me look upon thee, Rogue, who has given out this of thee? how camest thou into this ill name? what company Hast thou been in Rascal? I do not hold thy offer competent. Nor do I Like the assurance of thy love, The title is so brangled with thy debts. She is the last is left me to bestow, And her I mean to dedicate to God. Sir, sir, I do, she is mine own. Not thou Mountchensey shalt bestow my child. What wilt thou do? Tut, brave not me. Wife come to horse, and huswise make you ready, For if I live, I swear by this good light, I'll see you lodged in Chesson house to night. Come, come how does she noble Capouchin? Z'blood sheel have never a Nun vnbagd to sing mass then. But whither Raimond? We will not fail the hour, My life and fortune, now lies in your power. Ten the bell says. Nay, as sure as thou livest the villainous vicar is abroad in the chase this dark night: the stone Priest steals more veni son then half the country. We shall anon, z'ounds hark, What means this noise? I hear footmen too. Sister speak softly or we are descried, They are hard upon us what so ere they be, Shadow your self behind this brake of fern, Weel get into the wood and let them pass. Be not afraid man, I herd B es tongue, thats certain. Milliscent. I told you it was Brian. Brian how hapd'st thou on her? They were these stealers that affrighted us, I was hard upon them, when they horst their Dear, And I perceive they took me for a keeper. Peace, thats my father's voice. I will send one over to see if he be up, I think he be scarce stirring yet. Is't even so! Young Master Jerningham, were you and actor, in your own loves abuse? Then thus conclude your night of merriment. But there are crosses wife, here's one in Uvaltham, Another at the Abbey; and the third At Cheston, and 'tis ominous to pass Any of these without a paternoster: Crosses of love still thwart this marriage, While that we two Like spirits walk in night, About those stony and hard hearted plots. To spend her beauty in most private prayers. What Gentleman is that? I know him not. Sir, I entreat you know me. Alas for him, I not respect whither he sink or swim, A word in private Sir Ralph Jerningham. Shall's in to breakfast, after we'll conclude The cause of this our coming, in and feed, And let that usher a more serious deed. Come boy and make me this same groaning love, Troubled with stitches, and the cough a'th lungs, That wept his eyes out when he was a child, And ever since hath shot at hudman-blind, Make her leap, caper, jerk and laugh and sing, And play me horse-tricks, Make Cupid wanton as his mother's dove, But, in this sort boy I would have thee love. Raimond Mounchensey? I would have thee know, He does not breath this air, Whose love I cherish, and whose soul I love, More then Mounchenseyes: Nor ever in my life did see the man, Whom for his wit and many virtuous parts, I think more worthy of my sisters love. But since the matter grows unto this pass, I must not seem to cross my Father's will. But when thou list to visit her by night, My horses saddled, and the stable door Stands ready for thee, use them at thy pleasure, In honest marriage wed her frankly boy, And if thou gettest her lad, God give thee joy. Hold thy chat quean. Frank Jerningham? 'Sfoot we shall loose our way, it's so dark, whereabouts are we? Madam for a twelvemonths approbation, We mean to make this trial of our child. Your care and our deer blessing in mean time, We pray may prosper this intended work. With all my heart, he is a reverend man, and to mor row morning we will meet all at the Abbey, whereby th'opni on of that reverend man We will proceed, I Like it passing well: Till then we partly, boy I think of it, farewell: A parents care no mortal tongue can tell. Madam we have some business of import, And must be gone. Wilt please you take my wife into your closet, Who further will acquaint you with my mind, And so good madam for this time adieu. Holy young Novice I have told you now, My full intent, and do refer the rest To your professed secrecy and care: And see, Our serious speech hath stolen upon the way, That we are come unto the Abbey gate, Because I know Mountchensey is a fox, That craftily does overlook my doings, I'll not be seen, not I; Tush I have done; I had a daughter, but she's now a Nun: Farewell deer son, farewell. Whoes there? We stolen thy Dear? we do pursue a thief. Who? or what art thou? My daughter, Stop not my way. My daughter. I will complain me of thee to the King. I charge you stop us not. Would, would, sir Ralph stirring so soon indeed, Byr'lady sir rest would have done right well, Our riding late last night, has made me drowsy, Go to go to those days are gone with us. Nay gentle Knight do not vex thus, It will but hurt your health. You cannot grieve more then I do, but to what end; but hark you Sir Ralph, I was about to say something; it makes no matter, But hark you in your ear; the Friar's a knave, but God for give me, a man cannot tell neither, 'sfoot I am so out of patience, I know not what to say. Good morrow father Hildersham good morrow. Father, how now? you hear how matters go, I am undone, my Child is cast away, You did your best; at least I think the best, But we are all crossed, flatly all is dashed. Who does not understand my griefs? alas alas! And yet ye do not, will the Church permit, A Nun in approbation of her habit, To be ravished. Thesus deliver me. That's very strange. Nay stay good Friar, if any thing hath hapd, About this matter in thy Jove to us; That thy strict order cannot justify, Admit it be so, we will cover it, Take no care man; Disclay me not yet thy counsel and advise, The wisest man that is may be orereacht. By your order, and your faith? this is most strange of all: Why tell me Friar; are not you Confessor to my Son Frank? Did not we break our minds that very time, That our device of making her a Nun, was but a colour and a very plot, To put by young Mountchensey; is't not true? Never sent him? nay, did he not go? and did not I direct him to the house, and confer with him by the way? and did he not tell me what charge he had received from you? word by word, as I requested at your hands? Stranger then all the rest. Is not this the George? before God theres some vil lany in this. Mine host, mine host, we lay all night at the George in Uvaltham, but whither the George be your fee-simple or no, 'tis a doubtful question, look upon your sign. Mine host, we have had the moylingst night of it that ever we had in our lives. A plague on you, we were stayed for you. A marriage mine host? How? Thou shalt repent this Blague. Sir Sir, you are a foolish boy, you have done that you cannot answer; I dare be bold to cease her from you, for she's a professed Nun. Well sir, for this your sign was removed, was it? You sir, it you was his minister that married them. I may chance to requite you, and make your neck crack for't. Well 'tis in vain to cross the providence: Dear Son, I take thee up into my heart, Rise daughter, this is a kind father's partly. What, is breakfast ready mine Host? Sirrah ride strait to Chesson Nunry. Fetch thence my Lady, the house I know, By this time misses their young votary: Come knights lets in. Take heed the fellow do not hurt himself. Sirrah, hath young Mountchensey married your sister?