SIR RICHARD

God a mercy good mine host. 'Tis M. Fabell Sir a Cambridge scholar, My sons deer friend. Then care away, let fates my fallen pretend, Backed with the favours of so true a friend. No matter, let that be, I will do that, perhaps shall anger thee; Thou hast wronged my love, and by Gods blessed Angel, Thou shalt well know it. Brave thee base Churl, were't not for manhood sake, I say no more, but that there be some by, Whose blood is hotter then ours is, Which being stirred, might make us both repent This foolish meeting: but Ralph Clare Although thy father have abused my friendship, Yet I love thee, I do my noble boy, I do i'faith. Raimond away, thou seest how matters fallen, Churl, hell consume thee and thy pelf and all. How sweet! I'll be thy votary, weel often meet, This kiss divides us, and breathes soft adieu, This be a double charm to keep both true. (ting Now sirrah what's the matter? Bring my gelding sirrah. Nor will I absolve thee, Of that sweet sin, though it be venial, Yet have the penance of a thousand kisses, And I enjoin you to this pilgrimage, That in the evening you bestow your self Here in the walk near to the willow ground, Where I'll be ready both with men and horse, To wait your coming and convey you hence, Unto a lodge I have in Enfield chase: No more reply if that you yield consent, I see more eyes upon our stay are bent. She may be poor in spirit, but for the flesh 'tis fat and plump boys: Ah rogues, there is a company of girls would turn you all Friars. Found lads i'faith; I thank my holy habit, I have confessed her and the Lady prioress hath given me ghost lie counsel with his blessing. And how say ye boys, If I be chosen the weekly visitor? Well to be brief, the Nun will soon at night turn lippit; if I can but devise to quit her cleanly of the Nunry, she is mine own. Tush he's the only man; a Necromancer, and a Conjurer that works for young Mountchensey altogether; and if it be not for Fryer Benedicke, that he can cross him by his learned skill, the Wenchi gone. Fabell will fetch her out by very magic. To Brians upper lodge in Enfield Chase, he is mine honest Friend and a tall keeper, isle send my man unto him pre sently acquaint him with your coming and intent. Soon at night remember You bring your horses to the willow ground. Dear Jerningham, thou hast begotten my life, And from the mouth of he I where now I sat, I feel my spirit rebound against the stars: Thou hast conquered me deer friend in my free soul, Their time or death can by their power control. Pursue the project scholar, what we can do, To help endeavour join our lives thereto. You do sir. And pity she is so, Damnation dog, thee and thy wretched pelf aside. Neither shouldst thou bestow her where thou Meanest. Harry and Frank you are enjoined to wain your friendship from me, we must partly the breath of all advised cor ruption, pardon me. Faith I must say so, you may think I love you, I breath not, rougher spite do fever us, Weel meet by steal sweet friend by stealth you twain. Kisses are sweetest God with struggling pain. Pardon me: I am busied, I have lost my faculties, And buried them in Milliscents clear eyes. Turn friar? come my good Counseller lets go, Yet that disguise will hardly shroud my woe. Gentle Nun here is a Friar. Holy maid I hither come, From Friar and father Hildersome. By the favour and the grace Of the Prioress of this place: Amongst you all to visit one, That's come for approbation, Before she was as now you are, The daughter of Sir Arthur Clare: But since she now became a Nun, Called Milliscent of Edmunton. Benedicite. Do my good plump wench, if all fallen right, I'll make your sisterhood one less by night: Now happy fortune speed this merry drift, I Like a wench comes roundly to her shrift. Life of my soul, bright Angel. Oh Milliscent, 'tis I. Mountchensey thy true friend. By means of Peter Fabell my kind Tutor, Who in the habit of Friar Hildersham, Frank Ierninghams old friend and confessor, Plotted by Frank, by Fabell and my self, And so delivered to Sir Arthur Clare, Who brought me here unto the Abbey gate, To be his Nun-made daughters visitor. Oh thou Idolatress that dost this worship, To him whose likeness is but praise of thee, Thou bright unsetting star which through this veil, For very envy makest the Sun look pale. But do you yet repent you of the same? Sir Arthur Clare, my new created Father, I beseech you hear me. Nor I for thee Clare, not of this, What? hast thou fed me all this while wish shalles? And comest to tell me now thou likest it not? To which I hearkened willingly, and the rather, Because I was persuaded it proceeded From love thou borest to me and to my boy, And gavest him free access unto thy house, Where he hath not behaude him to thy child, But as befits a gentleman so do: Nor is my poor distressed state so low, That I'll shut up my doors I warrant thee, Let it suffice Mountchensey, I mislike it, Nor think thy son a match fit for my child, To tell thee Clare his blood is good and clear, As the best drop that pants in thy veins: But for this maid thy fair and virtuous child, She is no more disparagd by thy baseness, Then the most orient and the precious jewel, Which still retains his lustre and his beauty, Although a slave were owner of the same. Too good for thee, and knight thou knowest it well, I fawnd not on thee for thy goods, not I, It thine own motion, that thy wife does know. Fare you well, I you have done, Your daughter sir, shall not be long a Nun! Oh my rare Tutor, never mortal brain, Plotted out such a mass of policy; And my deer bosom is so great with laughter, Begotten by his simplicity and error My soul is fallen in labour with her joy Oh my true friends Frank Jerningham and Clare, Did you now know but how this jest takes fire, That good sir Arthur thinking me a novice, Hath even poured himself into my bosom; Oh you would vent your spleens with tickling mirth. But Raimond peace, and have and eye about, For fear perhaps some of the Nuns look out. Peace and charity within, Never touched with deadly sin: I cast my holy water poor, On this wall and on this door, That from evil shall defend, And keep you from the ugly fiend: Evil spirit by night nor day, Shall approach or come this way; Elf nor Fairy by this grace, Day nor night shall haunt this place. Who's that which knocks? would, who's there?