SIR WILLIAM

New wedded Lady, & our morning's bride, What is't that troubles you? It is enacted by the brides fair word, Who finds her glove, is this days governor. To manage all our pastimes in the house, And thou art he, the only conqueror, Of prize and honour, then enjoy it. What news? And we will visit it; on forward there. Squire of the day, cul out your gadding bucks. Select your light-heeled does, open your Labits, Turn them to the toils; we that are Venus Huntsmen may partake the sports. Good my daughters for them both, A course or so, go too, led on, the bucks that have employ meant for these does, are not these giddy gamesters, i'll be the Forester and look too't. Ther's two and two. Oh sir, pardon me. My joints were oiled to pleasure, but now, not. You! Oh, your authority commands her. My son in law grows bold. Good again, heres much to do in love, One simply stands, not challenging his own: And reason, Marry, chance is yet unknown No, nor in you sir, though my son, Words passed contrive, but after deeds cry done. After this dalliance here comes other sport. Pray you attend him gallants: How now John? Tar di venientis John, you must be whipped. Quaeso preceptor, non est tibi quid. This silly sot, my Lord, so please you hear him, Utters much hope of matter, but small gain. And old wife nursed him, which we call blind Ales. She dying, left him to the cities keeping. Which in their Hospital they thus nursed up. Amongst the bounties of their other deeds: Many beside, now you shall hear his fellow Ask him such questions as his simpleness Answers to any: sirrah let me hear you. Shriek no more in my ear, I prithee peace, I grant I made such promise: but what then, shall I for that so set her on the rack, when her fair Fortune's look a bet ter way, with the small proffer of your giddy son, no: you shall pardon me. Would. No more, be stranger to my bed, do do. Have I of nothing made thee much and wilt thou— Very well, 'tis not amiss. Or not at all, for I am passed it now. What point? Indeed to one I promised her weight in gold, un to the other which I love as deer, her weight in silver, now gentlemen what goods have you to equal these large pro mises? Look honour high as heaven, Our earthly reach does level in that eye, And with the imbellishment of richer worth I'll by, and out-by the imprisoned scope, Of reaching blood, what will not valve do Where strong ability dos reach his hand, And they have beauty too, which joined to riches Will proffer fair: though not so quaint As courtly dams or earth's bright treading stars, They are maids of More-clack, homely milk-bole things, Such as I love and feign would marry well. And pity to divide that love, then Harken me, when she's dead and lives again, she's yours, not till then, You love my youngest daughter. Pray you do: but when you are from your self a woman, she is yours in marriage. Faith not till such a wonder. Forewarned come near my house, Rapes, felonies, and what may else be thought on, I will with heavy impositions Surcharge you with, if not with Pistol shot, I will defend my self and these I keep. He's out of tune for singing now. What a disfiguring diet, drunkenness, Lays upon man, a beastly appetite. Lingers the body where such glutnous means, Swelters in surfeit of desire and ease. I am and enemy to my self, to think, That man is slave so to continual drink. Thou art in the straits Moll, and the pirates shot will sink thee, therefore yield. Follow him, look he steal nothing. Who wait you on? And what says the wor worser to you? To you sir, what a message? letters, would, daughter il'e be your secretary, nay hide not, juggle not with me, isle once be secret to your thoughts, i'faith I will. Bone-lace subscribed too Like a letter, lace weaved of ten bones, is't so? even so. Oh Touch. Pull off your coat. Begone, come no more near my house, if thou do thou art a felon, are you the carrier, are you indeed, must love make you his Mercury, must Filbon send by you? my own betray my own, to him, your a knave, they shuffle you about, isle deal the cards and cut you from the deck, you un derstand me, go. Wife coop up our ginny hen, that wants this treading, you gossip, to your closer, Filbon shall, if we want will, yes yes what else. You do. Am I a jest to laugh at now, indeed, indeed. Towers was it? You do huswife. At my parsonage, God amen, no other hospital to shadow them but mine, am I the patron of so hard miss chance, that my own of my own shall consin me, isle thither, son your company? No sir, you shall with me, thats the next office, for your self, delaying endue, in other all things ready, you will then serve your self, nor he nor you shall carve so to your appetites. My eldest daughter is conveyed from me, Hurried away, as thieves by violence Convey their booties from the true men store. Auditor, Towers son hath done this deed, A rescue noble Lords. A warrant for a general search, Restraints for Cinck-ports, and all passages, That theenish water does despoil us of. Betwixt them both. The moral of my misery seeking too late, That to recover which I lost too soon. I must, till perfected by you, Either late lose, or timely victory, Recovering what I fear is passed advantage. Wherefore starest thou so wildly, say, weart thou asleep and wakened? comest to us here without thy bet ter partly? and sent abroad, leaving thy wits at home. Give the torch, if you will see my mother & your wife, fellowed in bed make haste, James your man writes on your pillow &c. my eyes are witnesses to their adultery. It cannot be, or if, or if, what if? if it be so I am un done, poisoned am I with fair promises, no marvel though you do forswear my bed, if yet again, if what make I here when ̄ treason is at home, away. Lock fast that door and leave me. Give me your light, Son Humil? Thou seest I am obedient at thy call. Exit servants. I come as messengers that bring their bale, Signed in their looks, be well advised, Thou makest a challenge goes beyond all grace, Should it befalse. 'Tis true. And yet me thinks it should not be, How hardly will this scandal take impression, Where resolved christianity dos dwell? But I will try the gold, perhaps 'tis base, Who knows the hearts affection by the face. Fool, fool, fool. Light bubble swell and break, wouldst thou believe all this, and give a gloss to slanders cruelty: ripe ning reproach it self with thy found ear, oh Humil, Humil. Trust thy own eyes, go, thou shalt see a sighed Will melt thy stubborn spleen in pity, Sweetly she sleeps, whose innocent respect Smiles in her dreams, the childlike govern, Laughing loud in their simplicity, While waking, mischief seeks that to undo, Which true required, stands centinel unto, Go and return with shame. No thou art constant as the northern star, And I as giddy as the untamed Leopard, That sees no means but dire destruction, Flinging his foam to poison in his way Men mischief, plotted to his overthrow: Heto'd me true, oh that I live to think so, Or they so wretched to deserve the thought, Soundly they slept, whose slu ̄ bers killed me waking, Yet to recover half slain reputation, Done have I, what to purpose practiseth If it prevail, our honour so reserved Will kick at all malignant cruelty That taints our name with ever living scorn, Fortune be for me, I will that recover, Which devil him self cries guilty too, my fame The flight it wings, imps feathers of renown, That left al's lost, my birthright tumbles down, How can they excuse such wanton looseness, know they I stand here to thunder vengeance on their luxury. A son, a son, to do so to a mother. Think you Master Auditor, knew nothing sir. 'Tis likely, sons in these doting days Will from their father's alienate, differ still From loves obedience, and in hearts affection, Join hand to would ̄ worser, though beggary neighbour it, And let them go. I good sir Henry I was wrong informed, I am your parron in all love. Speak conscience and no more. Soft. Know you him Sir Rafe? I do not think it so, though common practice finds it furthering shifts, do the devil resemble, & bank rout baseness makes good credit tremble, Like it not. Now smlles the instant, & wraths wrinkles seem, As smoothed curls upon a wanton stream, My Hope's grow big, and their diliuery, Is by our midwife time brought to true birth, I will not be a pointing stock tot'h world, No, if this gossip rumor publish it, It shall be christened with revenge and death, Why when, are we grown sluggards now? Tardy in bounty, shall we niggard it? 'Tis the feasts duty to attend, Thou art a willing mischief, hast thou fitted our purpose to the proof? Do, do, my daughters thine, my goods, my all, Blessed beginning to my sorrows fallen. Where my Lady? That one so heavenly fair should earthly be, Slave to misfortune, base in luxury. How and a woman. Come blaze thy affections to immodesty, And though thy virtues contradict the deed, Be Venus wanton, smile, with Helens eye, For I will have it so. Nay then you wrong me most of all, Show not these signs of fear, all's passed, And I am dead in old remembrance, Troth I am, forget it, as I do, say on. Why well said, spoke with courage, & I will, Jovial Like a bridegroom, Lady you see, They wait on us, and all attend on thee. Nay hand in hand in faith James pardon me, That dally with the darling of your heart. Would. Nurse help to bring her to her closet, do. No matter for the reason, I would done, God boy you, Conicatcht by a trick, and so persuaded, good. Yes questionless you are, I have all right. No, no, more mischief, nay come all together, welcome. Not amiss, whats the next Pagan? all the craft of this is known. Well, shall I have Justice for her death? Your wife sir. Brother George from Scilly, whats the news? Signed and delivered. Yes that, three hundred by the year ti's thine, But for your son to wed my eldest daughter. Not well, James be gone. Would, Married? Nurse, how is't within? Never otherwise, a cleanly Idiot, what's put on him in his morning rises, is as you see it. This old woman is his Nurse. 'Tis a light weight, their portions if they, poize no better, will to the world's belief, grow less not greater, but let them pass, I weie them as they are. Come Nurse, follow us John. Believe it wife. What? Nay then up with the lists, again it shall not be. you have your answers, gallants. Death and torture. Where James? I will thither too, since the devil drives I am the second, lock her up, safe be it your charge. Whip him. Unless you do betray this trust, and tell us to what cabinet he hath conducted her. My man, a midnight messenger, what is thy haste in leath slept, speak is that all one? one all, that we call daughter, gone too, is she? I grant his merit, but her shining valve made golden glittering, by my vantings looks to a higher pro mintoria, from which four, when your son gazes, it of frights him, yields him planet stroke. At your pleasures gentlemen. Where Touch? I'll forward with that promise, you love my eldest.— Enough watch & be secret, I will enter, Fit as the night raven or the shrieking owl, Over my portal, menacing ill chance To all within: for death is to my blood A blessing, while this feuor kills, Almost my intellect or better partly, Yet she's thy mother, and no son but hates His own disgrace so highly merited, And I believe thee. Thou arta villain, and hast cast up hills against heaven it self: when sons unto their mother's are so false, Oh where is grace? hud winekt from honour, shamed to show her face. Let me not see the while thou livest away, Let thy repentance show it self in this, Not to be seen where thou hast done amiss. Catiue depart. Be her slander still. What needs I to afflict revenge on him That on himself exasperates, farewell thou pride Of sons, who to a father in supposition only and by law, art all so loving, that thy mother dalling With uva ̄ tones as girls with gauds, thou not respects The womb that brought thee forth, but ill attempting So, and so thou rumorst, as the fault ripe in act, Is blown to air, and though her son thou Utterest what they were, thou shalt not lose by't Now it fits, I challenge from the offence some right, And add confine to this adultery Wife, wife, rise and come forth. Yes, take my closet key, let forth your lover, Give me some ease by way of reason yet, and will Allay our discontent, Oh God so new to marriage, and So stale, couldst thou so soon revolt, so soon, would? Kneel not. No marvel though you vow this abstinence When deputed by him, you shun my bed, You do deserve your jointer well, To admit a fellow in a true men place, I thank you for it, yes. No, no words I know you can allege, The devil has scripture for his damned ill, And this dos neighbour it, go and attire you. Be smilefull, and express no grief in sithes, Rather be tickling sportful, topped in pleasure. Then daunted any way, that me concerns. To use the madmans guise, but I am passed it, Since what is done, no reference hath to wish, I am for credit sake, supportable, al's well, Content am I to be senseable, and feel my Fortune's as I may, ranking my self with such, As sometime lived in my repute most base, Faith all is well believe it, I am satisfied: I know you do repent, and that's my remedy, Other amends I look not for, In, and attire you, But stay you with me. Go thou shame, never till now possessed, And in a breath confounded, sir, you see your wrongs Shine through the herne, as candles in the eve, To light out others, think you this misdeed, Merits salvation? I have some mind to him, sir you receive Kind welcome, let it store your thoughts with Those sweet motions lovers wish to enjoy, she may, perchance, all things concluded on, before you. Sir, as for you, being city proud, my daughters look sits on a Courtiers brow, what sayest my girl? Your humours toil in our extremities, But we unthankful merit contrary, Think it a want and weakness in our kind, I post and labour in a toil my self, Seeking my own: midnight to me is noon, And all the hours of dull passed night, Sunshine eclipses, that do much molest me, Pardon me that am so tedious. The peace of happiness be with you, I will retire me to my Inn, and wish. Hours as short as momentary breath, For till the morning, minutes hours be, And hours years, such is revenged to me, Might I enjoy it? why are they not together? Thou shouldst with Argos hundred eyes, Search in the chinks and corners round about, It cannot be but she is extant there, would, is she not? Wilt thou for all this spite, yet use me kindly in the next? Go, give copies of good countenance to our friends, think and is well, for so it is, I that am all in grief, am all in suffering, I forgive the reason, Fare you well. What I will do, is ba worser up in this closer, The key that opens it, is my revenge. Turned by a hand whose palm dus itch with fire Till all consume, a cuckold, cuckold William S r is Its even so, would I were yet the ast or least, But not by thousands go too then, am I all alone, in this Who is't that tongue calls man That is assured of his wives conditions None, or if any, there the Phoenix lives Unfellowed, be his fate renowned while mine Is mockery, and a Iestiue stock, to all that knows me. Oh you stars blaze fire, till this abuse be quenthd By my desire. Think on your oath. My daughter and my goods, I have no other son but you, all is thine, Question not the reason, why this is, For I have many, and amongst them one Sites all the rest, that known to thee, Will rather hasten death, then pity it. Go, I will bid my guests, for to this feast: Shall she have noble poison, 'twill cause fear, Use less suspicion, and my mortal hate, Shall it self kenuell in the pride of state. within there. To murder thee, Wife, I must have thee paint, And set a gloss upon this lovely front, To move, and to attract all eyes look as the sonmer, Which glads all hearts with his blood-creasing spring: Use thy best graces, though most proudly I will have it so, fit thee to all state, Decked in thy choicest ornament, shine glowworm, In the noon of night, for at this supper. I will have more then all our friends, Music several, Masques and Revellings. In which thou shalt be mounted as the bride, And I the jolly Bridegroom, will tend on thee, As duty and the time commands me. Examine not, but lay your best end now to't Council with this Apothecary which I sent for To the business, pray you use your art: For I am bent to this consumption, Where our servant James? No, I will wait on him, for 'tis my duty. Such as would spend in feasts, are but the slaves, To attend the pleasures of consuming knaves. And I am one of those, he is the flower That I must crop too in this fatal hour. Pray you appoint sir, she will fit you well, My purse shall purvey what you shall determine, What we will be wasteful sometime, & our own, We uncontrolled may dispose of: 'tis our love, Rather our destiny, hate joined to this brow, A horn that draws on death, no matter how. Wast not thy promise? To prison with him them, for she is murdered, Sir cause you knew your rapine and your theft, tied to your runaway legs that clog, you were uncertain of her portion and our love, therefore to rid that fear, you rid me thus of her (to me) most deer, my own, my only eldest of my daughters, o. Sir tell not me of bale, for my assurance pleads in his life, and he shall die. Yes, remember Donningtons man, Grimes, Who for and heir so stolen and married, Was hanged, and the sergeant at arms For assisting them, did lose his place, If this were done, your theft will hardly escape. Nay then. Pretty in faith, no marvel you forswore my bed, When you had substance for a property, Sir you must have your own, who can deny it? And I must as the story runs be mum, Fooled in my self by my own slights undone. But whats this to my daughter, where is she? Me thinks I have a tickling in my blood crosses all anger, malediction hence, hence, thou ill tempered Fear, this comical event seasons the true applause; since welcome is the word, y'faith, I know not what to say, feign I would, & yet a lazy lagging apprehends with doubt, but well I know not what, in me, it lies to punish or to pardon ̄ I will be general lie laughed at, once insooth I will. I am a widower, gallants, and you meet at marriages, and funerals, so think it pray you, I abridge all compliment, bar all opponents, & resolve to favour you, you, you, and challenge from your lou, per suasion to this purpose, since our fate makes us the world's found Idiot, be it so youth, and your fortune was prodigious to it, and my best of spirit, binds up in this, all is but thank less merit. It may be, other reasons will restrain me As causeless motives, nor seeing guiltiness. In needy sequences perhaps our heart will in it self bake truce with this mischance, or if it do not, yet attend our spleen, it will be better for you, Oh know this knight, he was created tother day. Yet welcome sir, let it not grieve you. Troth she says true, but listen me for that, come Gallants enter with me, we will feast, theres little labour lost, where trial bids presumption scyrre the coast. Pughe. Are you mar i'ld I am wronged, and to this company, I make it known by coming of thy daughter: Is my son made her indored husband, shall I Suffer it, call you this courtesy, 'tis simple craft? Cloaked under thy denial, is this well to ingrast with us un known, and so to join yond ers to heirs, he is my only all, and married unto thy daughter?