JAMES

Good morrow sir. A marriage sir? Because 'tis rich. In whom fit, if I may be bold. How ignorance pleads nonage, in his eye He knows me not, 'tis not the Lyons kind, Whose nature challenges right property. Of perfect being, if it were, Humil would Humill know, that him begotten, To be what now he is married again, And her first husband living, blame her not, 'Tis my own project, thank my letters, That falsifide our death's black funeral, Into her mournful hearing, follow it, Think on thy soul, divide that bitter band, Knit by the closure of a mutual hand. 'Tis done too late to ask why so. Tardy intrusion as a Cipher placed. Fills but up room, while substance in the other Makes number precious, I am that round Oh, Which with a sighs, as sad as is my soul, Grieve all too late, what now befits my moan, But black despair, and die in't do, To make thy self known, but represents Mellow fruit falling into danger, o I am that Rotten ruined, and vnrellisht substance, Which on my own upgrowing tree falls off, By the times negligence, undone I am, Would I had died indeed, and not in word. These ill tuned words Like discords sounded harsh And yet were thought true music, well, well, I'll take my stand, and as she passes by Note if her glories dash not all my Hope's With base forgetfulness of what she was, My picture can she not forget, may be, Old love may yet live in this newborn Lady. So fair and fortunate to be thus false, Wedded to two. Oh you all wondering eyes, Gaze till your fire flame, your eyeballs drop In moist imagination of this act, Before the first be dead to wed a second. o What then, was that a joust excuse To varnish over this base counterfeiting? no, Il'e make it known. Had I been thus advised, but all too late Acquainted with your speed, I had prevented what now is passed and done. I am from my self in this, what shall I do? Oh I am mad, and mischief mennassis unwitting of all purpose. I know not how. To lie with him the while. I built on this. Our son. Found proclamation, It is enacted by the bride and bridegroom, And by our self chief in authority, That all receive their pleasures From the most high in this assembly To the lowest, all pastimes are made free, Dancing, carding, dicing revelling. And other dues oftimes fit merriments, —Unto the bride and bridegrooms health. There take your places. And in your sweetest key of music strokes Found pleasant melody, echo those sounds Which true-loue-hearts, in concords chiefest grounds Have their blessed being, use art in times, Which may give welcome to our noblest guests. Peace, we on you do impose command. Yield duty in it: hall, a hall there. Music found, and to the bride do consecrate this round. A couple more, too makes no show, our measure is for three. Then I with her. Hark. God continue this good league. No. That you are then possessed. New broken sir. 'Tis true your mother challenged it: but he as and gry as the raging morn, whose choler breathing shakes high battlements, puts her off with a pause of contrary, I know it sir, her jointure is subscribed too, which else to do, sooner should earth to heaven presume a progress, then the grant make firm what the antecedent challenges, your more there upon this abandons from his bed, vowing bold absence, he enraged, gives way to all malign and stubborn fashion of contempt, such a close to day never had practice, such a wedding night, till this sad first never had purchase: you shall well agree them sir, to atone this jar, use means I pray you, will become you, well, when wrangling wrestles with such violent injury, 'tis the sons office. You had a father loved you better. Have patience. So. Now swims upon the main, such shipwreck-souls, As the winds rage splits on the rocks of danger. I, my wife, and son all three, now heave, and Fear of sinking, makes us timorous. Should we be shelving on the shallow beach, The seas rough gusts might scatter our intents, So idle purchase might be gathered up, from our so sudden shipwreck: No my state Stands yet secure: though maimed yet is not foiled: But salved by wise occasion may make good This sudden overflow of tide and flood. I must acknowledge all. I must acknowledge contrary. Sir, I am ready to the minute. In humble duty. Sir your honourable guests are come. Coaches so fill the pavements of your door, That scarce can passage give the footmen way, 'Tis not amiss you go to meet them sir. Even so, but little thinking such a thing, Small gain springs from that toil, where industry Sweats in the brows of others victory. Humil, 'tis cunningly contrived, and I attend it. Sir, you shall pardon me, unless with her being not well. Think you I will; what leave my country, sir. Upon a slight, a trifle, 'tis more deer to me. Pughe. Murder, murder, murder. By this fair counterfeit of husband, heres my witness, and the Deputy in such a mischief. My wife is made away, poisoned here, and you that should be joust are witnesses. Yes, supposed for dead, as risen from my graven, I came to More-clack, but a little late, Even when the lying Priest did call her thine, She knew it, and devised with her glove, To repossess me of the house she challenged. so honoured, I slept with my own, but thought the contra ry, you know what happened, that son that so betrayed his parents thus disguised, fearing ensuing mischief, wrought by you to have poisoned his deer mother, it your biding, therefore murder, but the will of heaven bade otherwise, and yet she lives, wife what say you? My burdened soul says I, a Knight of More clack to the widow Humil, joust, 'tis she, she knows me and this constant accident Subscribes to't, how can she excuse, This double deed, this false neglect of love? Oh women how you dally in your trust, How quickly you forget late living life, And bury the remembrance in your smiles All you this morning for the dead to sighs, And shed your tears in bosom of new choice How have I sifted your lose difference, For ever being president against all. Glad am I at this opportunity, Who landed me even in the jaws of fear Swallowing my destiue happiness To utter ruin of herself and me If the unconstant air whistle abroad, That Humil lives, then Humils widow die In desperate scandal, racked and tormented, In the remembrance of old wretchedness, Which to prevent, plots cunningly contrived Must buckler my repute so weakly wived. You give and I receive, is this my office? I take it on me, music triumphs come, Since fortune cast her favours in my fist, I'll be most prodigal. Yet with modesty I am a Citizen. Unlooked for welcome, and unthinking come, To receive honour in a states men room. Yet to this presence I will still address, Love, pains and duty in this business. Put up, or I shall be offending unto one, Against the brides son, dare you? My warrant wins, where his dos lose the right. How can I, when the brand is on my brow, But by exclaim, give ease to torture, My brain is scared, and I am lifeless in't? Command me sir.