ALICE

H Owe dearly welcome you are! You may Sir, For all she is, is yours. I'll pawn my life on't And this is he; Come hither Mistress Dorothy, And Mistress Marry: who do's that face look Like: And view my brother well? As my woman's wit Sir, Which is but weak and crazy. They needs not, for believe me So well you have managed her, and wone her mind, Even from her hours of childhood, to this ripeness, And in your absence, that by me enforced still, So well distilled your gentleness into her, Observed her, fed her fancy, lived still in her, And though Love be a boy, and ever youthful, And young, and beauteous objects ever aimed at, Yet here ye have gone beyond love, bettered nature, Made him appear in years, in grey years fiery, His bow at full bent ever: fear not brother, For though your body has been far off from her, Yet every hour your heart, which is your goodness, I have forced into her, wone a place prepared too, And willingly to give it ever harbour: Believe she is so much yours, and wone by miracle, (Which is by age) so deep a stamp set on her By your observances, she cannot altar, Were the child living now you lost at sea Among the Genoway Galleys, what a happiness, What a main blessing? It's too true, and too fatal, But peace be with their souls. What is he? I observe you, hold your right there, Love and high rule allows no rivals, brother, He shall have fair regard, and all observance. You have it sir. You are most welcome: You shall find us Happy in our performance. God forgive thee, For against thy conscience thou liest stubbornly. It's excellent, And where the outward parts are fair and lovely, (Which are but molds o'th mind) what must the soul be? Put case youth has his swinge, and fiery nature Flames to mad uses many times. I do not counsel that, see him reclaimed first, Which will not prove a miracle, yet Marry I am afraid it'll vex thee horribly To stay so long. What was your dream to night? for I observed you Hugging of me; with good, deer, sweet Tom. On my word it's true wench: And then you kissed me Marry, more then once too, And sighed, and Oh sweet Tom again: nay, do not blush, You have it at the heart wench. And so will you too, Or break down hedges for it: Dorothea, The welcomest woman living: how do's thy brother? I hear he's turned a wondrous civil gentleman Since his short travel. Thou wouldst howl then. Oh cogging rascal. Come, do not mask your self, but see him freely, You have a mind. A shrewd dissembling quean. Yes, and will not lose him, Unless he leap into the Moon, believe that, And then shee'l scramble too: young wenches loves Are Like the course of quarterns, they may shift And seem to cease sometime, and yet we see The least distemper puls they back again, And seats they in their old course: fear her not, Unless he be a devil. Some northern toy, a little broad. What a mad boy is this? What a letter Has this thing written, how it roars Like thunder? With what a state he enters into style. Dear Mistress. Well, there be ways to reach her yet: such likeness As you two carry me thinks. Be sure then His tewgh be tith and strong: and next no swearing, He'l catch no fish else. Farewell Doll. 'Twere good some preparation. Some warm broths To purge the blood, and keep your bed a day Sir, And sweat it out. Some see his bed made. He grows fainter. A purge first, And if he breathed a vein. He's loath to speak. I do not Like that sign. Good Monsieur Thomas, You're welcome from your travel: I am hasty, A Gentleman lies sick sir. Excellent well, As well as may be, thank you. I cannot stay. I cannot stay. My good Monsieur, I have no time to talk now, She will not, I can assure you that, and so I cannot, nor I will not: good Lord. Ezit. Oh deer brother, The Gentleman if ev r you will see him Alive as I think. I hope we bring you health sir: how is't with you? Your enemy I see has done his worst. Come, we must have you Lusty again, and frolic man; leave thinking You shall be well then, And suddenly, and soundly well. Who's that sir, Another sick man. Do you know the voice sir? Now heaven help him. Now I know him. He would not ride there certain, those were planted Only for walks I take it. Indeed sir, he deserves all praise. Sure he will return sir, He cannot be so harsh. He was the worthiest welcome. Nor wanted, to our knowledge. T'is not her hour of waking. Not to night sir. Nor any night this week else. Late yester night. No sir, I left her at her prayers: why do you ask me? I know she's there sir, And all this but a dream? I will satisfy you, Exit. Not yonder sir, nor has not this night certain Been in her bed. For heaven take leave him not. Alas, he's much afflicted, They are they, certain. My brother's full of passion, I'll speak to him. Now, as you are a gentleman, resolve me, Where did you get these jewels? It's Francisco brother, By heaven I tied they on: a little more sir, A little, little more, what parents have you? What said that Merchant? Down of your knees, sir, For now you have found a father, and that father That will not venture you again in Galleys. My cousin Marry In all her joy Sir to congratulate Your fair return. He cannot be so wild still. Grant all that: Is he the first, that has been given a lost man, And yet come fairly home? he is young, and tender And fit for that impression; your affections Shall stamp upon him, age brings on discretion, A year hence, these mad toys that now possess him Will show Like bugbears to him, shapes to fright him; Marriage dissolves all these Like mists. It's your fear Which is a wise partly in you; yet your love However you may seem to lessen it with these dislikes, and choke it with these errors, Do what you can will break out to excuse him, You have him in your heart, and planted, Cousin, From whence the power of reason, nor discretion Can ever root him. How willingly thy heart betrays thee cousin? Cozen thy self no more: thou hast no more power To leave off loving him, then he that's thirsty Has to abstain from drink standing before him. His mind is not so monstrous for his shape If I have eyes; I have not seen his better. A handsome brown complexion Had I said so You would have wished my tongue out: then his making. A body too, This is for your sake Marry: take heed cousin, A man is not so soon made. Weep truly And with compassion Cousin. Fool be with thee. Exit. Ma. and All.