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 A woman kilde with kindnesse. Written by Tho. Heywood. Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641. [62] p. Printed by William Iaggard dwelling in Barbican, and are to be sold in Pauls Church-yard. by Iohn Hodges, London : 1607. 1603

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A WOMAN KILDE with Kindnesse .

Written by Tho: Heywood .

LONDON Printed by William Iaggard dwelling in Barbican , and are to be sold in Paules Church-yard . by Iohn Hodgets . 1607 .

The Prologue . I Come but like a Harbenger being sent , To tell you what these preparations meane : Looke for no glorious state , our muse is bent Vpon a barrein subiect : a bare sceane . We could afford this twig a Timber tree , Whose strength might boldly on your fauours build , Our Russet , Tissew : Drone , a Hony-Bee , Our barrein plot , a large and spacious fielde . Our course fare , banquets : our thin Water , Wine : Our Brooke , a Sea : our Bats eyes , Eagles sight : Our Poets dull and earthy muse , Diuine : Our Rauens , Doues : our Crowes blacke fethers , white . But gentle thoughts when they may giue the foyle , Saue them that yeeld , and spare where they may spoyle .
Enter maister Iohn Frankeford , Sir Francis Acton , Mistris Acton , sir Charles Mountford , Maister Malbie , Maister Wendoll , and Maister Cranwell . Francis . SOme musicke there , none lead the Bride a dance ? Charles . Yes , would she dance the shaking of the sheetes ? But that s the dance her Husband meanes to lead her ? Wen. That s not the dance that euery man must dance According to the Ballad . Francis . Musick ho , By your leaue Sister , by your Husbands leaue I should haue said , the hand that but this day Was giuen you in the Church I le borrow : Sound , This marriage musicke hoists me from the ground . Frank. I , you may caper , you are light and free , Marriage hath yoakt my heeles , pray then pardon me . Francis . I le haue you dance to , Brother . Charles . Maister Frankford , You are a happy man sir , and much ioy Succeede your marriage mirth , you haue a wife So qualified and with such ornaments Both of the mind and body . First her Birth Is Noble , and her education such As might become the Daughter of a Prince , Her owne tongue speakes all tongues , and her owne hand Can teach all strings to speake in their best grace . From the shrill treble , to the hoarsest base . To end her many praises in one word , She s beauty , and perfections eldest Daughter , Onely found by yours , though many a hart hath sought her . Frank. But that I know your vertues and chast thoughts , I should be ielous of your praise sir Charles . Cran. He speakes no more then you approue . Malbie . Nor flatters he that giues to her her due . Anne . I would your praise could find a fitter theame , Then my imperfect beauty to speake on , Such as they be , if they my Husband please , They suffice me now I am married , His sweet content is like a flattering Glasse , To make my face seeme fairer to mine eye : But the least wrinckle from his stormy brow , Will blast the Roses in my cheekes that grow . Francis . A perfect wife already , meeke and patient : How strangely the word husband fits your mouth , Not married three houres since sister , t is good , You that beginne betimes thus , must needs proue Plyant and dutious in your husbands loue , Godamercies Brother wrought her to it already , Sweete Husband , and a curtesie the first day , Marke this , marke this , you that are Bachelers , And neuer tooke the grace of honest man , Marke this against you marry , this one phrase , In a good time that man both wins and woes , That takes his wife downe in her wedding shooes . Frank. Your sister takes not after you sir Francis , All his wilde bloud your father spent on you , He got her in his age when he grew ciuill , All his mad tricks were to his land intaild , And you are heire to al : your sister , she Hath to her dower , her mothers modesty . Charles Lord sir , in what a happy state liue you , This morning , which to many seemes a burden , too Heauy to beare , is vnto you a pleasure . This Lady is no clog , as many are , She doth become you like a well made suite In which the Taylor hath vsd all his art : Not like a thicke Coate of vnseasond freeze , Forst on your backe in summer ; shee s no chaine To ty your necke , and curbe you to the yoake , But shee s a chaine of gold to adorne your neck , You both adore each other , and your hands Methinkes are matches , there s equality , In this faire combination ; you are both Schollers , Both young , both being descended nobly : There s musick in this simpathy , it caries Comfort and expectation of much ioy , Which God bestow on you , from this first day , Vntill your dissolution , that s for aye . Francis . We keepe you here to long good brother Franckford , Into the hal . Away , go , cheare your guests ? What , Bride , and Bride-groom both withdrawne at once ? If you be mist , the guests wil doubt their welcome , And charge you with vnkindnes ? Frank. To preuent it , I le leaue you here , to see the dance within . Anne . And so wil I . Fran. To part you it were sin . Frank Now gallants while the Towne Musitians Finger their frets within , and the mad lads And country lasses , euery mothers child With nose-gaies and Bridelaces in their hats , Dance al their Country measures rounds and Iigges , What shall we do ? Harke , they are all on the hoygh , They toile like Mil-horsses , and turne as round ; Marry not on the toe , I , and they Caper But without cutting , you shall see to morrow The hall floure peckt and dinted like a Milstone , Made with their high shooes , though their skill be small , Yet they tread heauy where their Hob-nailes fall . Char. Well , leaue them to their sports , Sir Francis Acton I le make a match with you , meet me to morrow At Cheuy-chase , I le flie my Hawke with yours . Fran. For what ? for what ? Char. Why for a hundred pound . Fran. Pawne me some gold of that . Char. Here are ten angels , I le make them good a hundred pound to morrow Vpon my Hawkes wing . Fran. T is a match , t is done , An other hundred pound vpon your Dogs , Dare you Sir Charles ? Char. I dare , were I sure to loose I durst do more then that : heere s my hand , The first course for a hundred pound . Fran. A match . Wend. Ten Angels on sir Francis Actons Hawk : As much vpon his Dogs . Cran. I am for Sir Charles Mountford , I haue seene His hawke and Dog both tride ? What clap you hands ? Or i st no bargaine ? Wendoll Yes and stake them downe , Were they fiue hundred they were all my owne . Fran. Be stirring early with the Larke to morrow , I le rise into my saddle ere the sunne Rise from his bed . Char. If there you misse me , say I am no Gentleman : I le hold my day . Fran. It holds on all sides , come to night le ts dance Early to morow le ts prepare to ride , We had neede be three houres vp before the Bride . Enter Nick and Ierking , Iacks slime , Roger Brickbat With countrie Wenches , and two or three Musitians . Ienk.

Come Nick . take you Ioune , Miniuer to trace withal , Iacke slime , trauerse you with Sisly Milke-pale , I will take Iane trubkin , & Roger Brikbat shall haue Isbell Motly , and now that they are busie in the parlor , come strike vp , wee le haue a crash heere in the yard .

Nick .

My humor is not compendious : dancing I possesse not , though I can foote it , yet since I am falne into the hands of Sisly Milkepale I assent .

Iack .

Truely Nick though we were neuer brought vp like seruing Courtiers , yet we haue bin brought vp with seruing creatures , I and Gods creaturs to , for we haue bin broght vp to serue Sheepe , Oxen , Horses , and Hogs , and such like , and thogh we be but country fellowe , it may be in the way of dancing , we can do the Horse-tricke as wel as seruingmen .

Roger . I , and the crosse-point too . Ienk , Oh Slime : Oh Brickbat . Do not you know that comparisons are odious , now we are odious our selues to , therfore there are no comparisons to be made betwixt vs . Nick . I am sodaine and not superfluous : I am quarelsome , and not seditious : I am peaceable , and not contentious : I am breefe , and not compendious ; Slime foot it quickely , if the musicke ouercome not my melancholy I shall quarrell , and if they sodainly do not strike vp , I shal presently strike thee downe . Ienk. No quarelling for Gods sake : truly if you do I shal set a knaue betweene you . Slime . I com to dance , not to quarel : come what shal it be ? Rogero Ienk. Rogero : no , we , wil dance the beginning of the world . Sisly . I loue no dance so well , as Iohn come kisse me now . Nick . I , that haue ere nowe deserued a Cushion , call for the cushion dance . Rogero . For my part I like nothing so wel as Tom tyler . Ienk. No wee le haue the hunting of the Fox . Slime . The hay , the hay , there s nothing like the hay . Nick . I haue said , I do say , and I will say againe . Ienk Euery man agree to haue it as Nick saies . All Content . Nick . It hath bin , it now is , and it shall be . Sisly . What maister Nichlas : what ? Nick . Put on your smocke a Monday . Ienk. So the dance wil come cleanly off , come for Gods sake agree of something , if you like not that put it to the Musitians or Let me speake for al , and wee le haue Sellengers round . All That : that : that . Nick . No I am resolud thus it shal be , First take hands , then take you to your heeles . Ienk. Why would you haue vs run a way ? Nick . No but I would haue you shake your heeles , Musicke strike vp . They dance , Nick dancing , speakes stately and scuruily , the rest after the Country fashion . Ienk. Hey liuely my lasses , here s a turne for thee . Wind hornes Enter Sir Charles , Sir Francis Malby , Cranwell , Wendoll , Faulkener , and Huntsmen . Char. So : well cast off , aloft , aloft , well flowne : O now she takes her at the sowse , and strikes her downe to the earth , like a swift thunderclap , Wendol . She hath stroke ten Angels out of my way . Fran. A hundred pound from me . Char. What Faulkener ? Faulk. At hand sir . Char. Now she hath ceazd the Fowle , and gins to plume hir Rebeck her not , rather stand stil and checke her , So : ceaze her gets , her lesses , and hir bels . Away ? Fran. My Hawke kild to . Char. I , but t was at the querre , Not at the mount like mine . Fran. Iudgement my maisters . Cran, yours mist her at the ferre . Wend. I but our Merlin first hath plumd the fowle , And twice renewed her from the riuer to , Her bels Sir Francis had not both one weight , Nor was one semitune aboue the other , Methinks these millaine bels do sound too full , And spoile the mounting of your Hawke . Char. T is lost . Fran. I grant it not : mine likewise ceazd a fowle Within her talents , and you saw her pawse Full of the feathers , both her petty singles , And her long singles , gript her more than other , The terrials of her legs were staind with blood ; Not of the Fowle onely , she did discomfite , Some of her feathers , but she brake away , Come , come , your Hawke is but a rifler . Fran. How ? Char. I , and your Dogs are trindle tailes and Curs . Fran. You stir my blood . Char. you keepe not a good hound in all your kennell , Nor one good Hawke vpon your Perch . Fran. How Knight ? Char. So Knight ? you will not swagger Sir ? Fran. Why , say I did ? Char. Why sir , I say you would gaine as much by swaggring As you haue got by wagers on your Dogs , you will come short in al things . Fran. Not in this , now i le strike home . Char. Thou shalt to thy long home , or I will want my will . Fran. All they that loue Sir Francis follow me . Char. All that affect Sir Charles draw on my part . Cranwell . On this side heaues my hand . Wendoll . Here goes my hart . They deuide themselues . Sir Charles . Cranwell , Faulkener , and Huntsman , fight against Sir Francis Wendall , his Faulkener , and Huntsman , and Sir Charles hath the better , and beats them away , killing one of Sir Francis his huntsman . Charles My God : what haue I done ? what haue I done ? My rage hath plung'd into a Sea of blood , In which my soule lies drownd poore Innocent , For whome we are to answere : Well t is done , And I remaine the victor ? A great conquest ; When I would giue this right hand , nay this head , To breath in them new life , whom I haue slaine . Forgiue me God , t was in the heat of blood , And anger quite remoues me from my selfe : It was not I , but rage , did this vile murder : Yet I , and not my rage , must answere it . Sir Francis Acton he is fled the field , With him , all those that did pertake his quarrell , And I am left alone , with sorrow dumbe , And in my height of conquest , ouercome , Enter Iane . Oh God my Brother wounded among the dead , Vnhappy iest that in such earnest ends , The rumor of this feare , stretcht to my eares , And I am come to know if you be wounded . Char. Oh sister , sister , wounded at the hart . Iane My God forbid . Char. In doing that thing which he forbad , I am wounded sister . Iane I hope not at the hart . Char. yes , at the hart . Iane Oh God : a surgion there . Char. Cal me a surgeon sister for my soule , The sin of murder it hath pierst my hart , And made a wide wound there , but for these scratches , They are nothing ; nothing . Iane . Charles what haue you done ? Sir Francis hath great friends , and wil pursue you , Vnto the vtmost danger of the Law . Char. My conscience is become my enemy , And wil pursue me more then Acton can . Iane Oh , flie sweet Brother . Char. Shall I flie from thee ? What Iane art weary of my company ? Iane Flie from your foe , Char. you sister are my friend , And flying you , I shal pursue my end . Iane your company is as my eye-ball deere , Being far from you no comfort can be neare : yet flie to saue your life , what would I care , To spend my future age in blacke despaire , So you were safe , and yet to liue one week , Without my Brother Charles through euery cheeke My streaming teares would downwards run so ranke , Til they could set on either side a banke , And in the midst a Channell ; so my face For two salt waters Brookes , shal still find place . Char. Thou shalt not weepe so much , for I wil stay In spight of dangers teeth : i le liue with thee : Or i le not liue at al , I wil not sel My Country , and my fathers patrimony , No , thy sweet sight , for a vaine hope of life . Enter Shrieffe with Officers . Shrief. Sir Charles , I am made the vnwilling instrument Of your attach and apprehension : I am sorrie that the blood of innocent men should be of you exacted . It was told me That you were garded with a trope of friends , And therefore I come armd . Char. O maister Shriefe I came into the field with man friends , But see they al haue left me , onely one Clings to my sad misfortune , my deere sister : I know you for an honest Gentleman , I yeeld my weapons , and submit to you , Conuey me where you please . Shrief. To prison then : To answere for the liues of these dead men . Iane Oh God ? oh God ? Char. Sweet sister , euery straine Of sorrow from your hart augments my paine , your griefe abounds and hits against my brest . Shrief. Sir will you go ? Char. Euen where it likes you best . Enter Maister Franckeford in a studdie . Frank. How happy am I amongst other men , That in my meane estate embrace content : I am a Gentleman , and by my birth Companion with a King , a Kings no more : I am possest of many faire reuenewes , Sufficient to maintaine a Gentleman : Touching my mind I am studdied in al Arts ; The riches of my thoughts and of my time , Haue bin a good proficient , but the chiefe , Of al the sweet felicities on earth , I haue a faire , a chast , and louing wife , Perfection al , al truth , al ornament , If man on earth may truely happy be , Of these at once possest : sure I am he . Enter Nicholas . Nicho. Sir , there s a Gent. attends without to speak with you . Franck. On horsebacke . Nick . I on horsebacke . Franck. Intreat him to alight , I will attend him : Knowest thou him Nicke ? Nick . I know him : his names Wendoll : It seemes he comes in hast , his horse is booted Vp to the flanke in mire , himselfe al spotted And staind with plashing : sure he rid in feare Or for a wager : horse and man both sweat , I nere saw two in such a smoaking heat . Franck. Intreat him in : About it instantly : This Wendoll I haue noted , and his carriadge Hath pleasd me much by obseruation : I haue noted many good deserts in him : Hee s affable and seene in many things , Discourses well , a good companion ; And though of smal meanes , yet a Gentleman Of a good house , somewhat prest by want : I haue preferd him to a second place In my opinion , and my best regard . Enter Wendoll , Maister Franckeford , and Nicke . Anne . O maister Franckeford ; maister Wendoll here , Brings you the strangest newes that ere you heard . Frank. What newes sweet wife ? what newes good M. Wendol ? Wend. you knew the match made twixt Sir Francis Acton and Sir Charles Mountford . Franck. True : with their Hounds and Hawkes ? Wend. The matches were both plaid . Franck. Ha : and which won ? Wend. Sir Francis your wiues brother had the worst , And lost the wager . Franck. Why the worse his chance ; Perhaps the fortune of some other day , Wil change his lucke . Anne . Oh , but you heare not all ? Sir Francis lost , and yet was loth to yeeld : In briefe the two Knights grew to difference , From words to blowes , and so to banding sides , Where valourous Sir Charles slew in his spleene , Two of your Brothers men : his Faulkener , And his good Huntsman , whom he lou'd so wel , More men were wounded , no more slaine out right , Franck. Now trust me I am sory for the knight , But is my brother safe ? Wendol . Al whole and sound , His body not being blemisht with one wound : But poore Sir Charles is to the prison led , To answere at th assize for them that s dead . Frank. I thanke your paines sir ; had the news bin better , your wil was to haue brought it maister Wendol , Sir Charles will find hard friends , his case is heinous , And wil be most seuerely censurd on ; I am sorry for him . Sir a word with you , I know you sir to be a gentleman In al things , your possibilities but meane , Please you to vse my table and my purse , They are yours ? Wend. O Lord sir , I shal neuer deserue it ? Frank. Oh sir , disparadge not your worth too much , you are ful of quality and faire desert , Chuse of my men which shal attend on you , And he is yours , I wil allow you sir , your man , your gelding , and your table , Al at my owne charge , be my companion . Wen. M. Frankeford , I haue oft bin bound to you By many fauors , this exceeds them all That I shal neuer merit your least fauour , But when your last remembrance I forget , Heauen at my soule exact that weighty debt . Franck. There needs no protestation , for I know you . Vertuous , and therefore grateful : prethy Nan , vse him with al thy louingst curtesie . Anne As far as modesty may wel extend , It is my duty to receiue your friend . Frank. To dinner , come sir , from this present day , Welcome to me for euer : come away . Nick . I do nor like this fellow by no meanes , I neuer see him but my hart stil earnes , Zounds I could fight with him , yet know not why , The Deuil and he are alone in my eie . Enter Ienkin . Ienk. O Nick , what Gent. is that comes to lie at our house , my maister allowes him one to waite on him , and I beleeue it wil fal to thy lot . Nick . I loue my Maister , by these hilts I do , But rather then I le euer come to serue him , I le turne away my maister . Enter Sisly . Sisly . Nichlas , where are you Nicklas , you must come in Nicklas and helpe the young Gentleman off with his boots . Nick . If I plucke off his boots , I le eat the spurs , And they shal sticke fast in my throat like burs . Exit . Sisly . Then Ienkin , come you ? Ienk. T is no boot for me to deny it , my Maist. hath giuen me a coat here , but he takes paines himselfe to brush it once or twice a day with a holly-wand . Sisly . Come , come , make hast , that you may wash your hands againe , and helpe to serue in dinner . Ienk. You may see my maisters , though it be afternoone with you , t is but earlie daies with vs , for we haue not dind yet : stay but a little , I le but goe in , and helpe to bear vppe the first course and come to you againe presently . Exit . Enter Malby , and Cranwell . Mal. This is the Sessions day , pray can you tell me How young Sir Charles hath sped : Is he acquit , Or must he try the Lawes strict penalty ? Cran. Hee s cleard of al , spight of his enemies , Whose earnest labors was to take his life , But in this sute of pardon , he hath spent Al the reuenewes that his father left him , And he is now turnd a plaine Country-man , Reformd in al things ; see sir , heere he comes . Enter Sir Francis and his keeper . Keep . Discharge your fees and you are then at freedome ? Char, Heere maister keeper , take the pore remainder , Of al the wealth I haue , my heauy foes Haue made my purse light , but alas to me , T is wealth inough that you haue set me free . Mal. God giue you ioy of your deliuery , I am glad to see you abroad Sir Charles . Char. The poorest knight in England M. Malby , My life hath cost me al the patrimony My father left his sonne ; wel , God forgiue them That are the Authors of my pennury . Enter Shafton . Shaf, Sir Charles a hand , a hand , at liberty : Now by the faith I owe , I am glad to see it : What want you ? wherein may I pleasure you ? Char. Oh me ? oh most vnhappy Gentleman ? I am not worthy to haue friends stird vp , Whose hands may helpe me in this plunge of want : I would I were in heauen to inherit there , Th imortal birth-right which my sauior keeps , And by no vnthrift can be bought and sold , For here on earth , what pleasures should we trust ? Shaf. To rid you from these contemplations , Three hundred pounds you shal receiue of me , Nay fiue for faile , come sir , the sight of Gold Is the most sweet receipt for melancholy , And wil reuiue your spirits , you shal hold law With your proud aduersaries , Tush , let Franke Acton Wage with Knighthood like expence with me , And he wil sinke , he wil : nay , good Sir Charles Applaud your Fortune , and your faire escape , From al these perils . Charles . Oh Sir , they haue vndone me : Two thousand and fiue hundred pound a yeare My father at his death possest me of , All which the enuious Acton made me spend : And notwithstanding all this large expence , I had much ado to gaine my liberty : And I haue now onely a house of pleasure With some fiue hundred pounds , reserued Both to maintaine me and my louing sister . Shaf. That must I haue : it lies conuenient for me , If I can fasten but one finger on him , With my ful hand I le gripe him to the hart . T is not for loue I proferd him this coyne , But for my gaine and pleasure : come Sir Charles , I know you haue need of mony , take my offer . Char. Sir I accept it , and remaine indebted Euen to the best of my vnable power : Come Gentlemen and see it tendred downe . Exeunt . Enter Wendol melancholy . Wend. I am a villan , if I apprehend But such a thought , then to attempt the deed : Slaue , thou art damnd without redemption ; I le driue away this passion with a song , A song , ha , ha , a song as if fond man Thy eies could swim in laughter , when thy soule Lies drencht and drownd in red teares of blood . I le pray , and see if God within my hart Plant better thoughts ? why prayers are meditations , And when I meditate oh God forgiue me It is on her diuine perfections . I will forget hir , I wil arme my selfe Not to entertaine a thought of loue to her , And when I come by chance into hir presence I le haue these bals vntil my eye-strings cracke , From being puld and drawne to looke that way , Enter ouer the stage , Franckeford , his wife and Nicke . O , God ? O , God ? with what a violence I am hurried to my owne destruction , There goest thou the most perfectst man That euer England bred a Gentleman , And shal I wrong his bed , thou God of Thunder , Stay in thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath , Thy great Almighty , and all Iudging hand , From speedy execution on a villain , A villain , and a Traitor to his friend . Entor Ienkin . Ienk. Did your worship cal ? Wend. He doth maintaine me , he allowes me largely Mony to spend ? Ien. By my faith so do not you me , I canot get a crosse of you Wen, My gelding and my man . Ienk. That s Sorrel and I . Wend. This kindnes growes of no alliance twixt vs . Ienk. Nor is my seruice of any great acquaintance . Wend. I neuer bond him to be by desert , Of a meere stranger , a poore Gentleman , A man by whom in no kind he could gaine . He hath placst me in the height of al his thoughts , Made me companion with the best and chiefest In Yorke-shire : he cannot eat without me , Nor laugh without me , I am to his body As necessary as his digestion , And equally do make him whole or sicke , And shal I wrong this man ? base man , ingrate , Hast thou the power straite with thy gory hands To rip thy Image from his bleeding hart ? To scratch thy name from out the holy booke Of his remembrance , and to wound his name , That holds thy name so deere , or rend his hart To whom thy hart was ioynd and knit together . And yet I must , then Wendol be content , Thus villains , when they would cannot repent . Ienk. What a strange humor is my new maister in , pray God he be not mad , if he should be so , I shold neuer haue any mind to serue him in Bedlam : It may bee he is madde for missing of me . Wend. What Ienkin ? where s your Mistris ? Ienk. Is your worship married ? Wend. Why dost thou aske ? Ionk Because you are my M. and if I haue a mistris , I wold be glad like a good seruant to do my duty to her . Wend. I meane where s Mistris Frankeford . Ienk. Marry sir her husband is riding out of Towne , and shee went very louingly to bring him on his way to horse : doe you see sir here she comes , and here I go . Wen. Vanish . Enter Mistris Frankeford . Anne You are wel met sir , now in troth my husband Before he tooke horse had a great desire To speake with you : we sought about the house , Hallowed into the fields , sent euery way But could not meet you , therefore he inioyned me To do vnto you his most kinds commends : Nay more , he wils you as you prize his loue , Or hold in estimation his kind friendship , To make bold in his absence and command Euen as himselfe were present in the house , For you must keepe his table , vse his Seruants , And be a present Frankeford in his absence . Wend. I thanke him for his loue , Giue me a name you , whose infectious tongues Are tipt with gall and poison , as you would Thinke on a man that had your father slaine , Murdered thy children , made your wiues base strumpets , So cal me , cal me so ? print in my face , The most stigmaticke title of a villaine , For hatching treason to so true a friend . Anne Sir you are much beholding to my husbande , You are a man most deere in his regard . Wend. I am bound vnto your husband and you to , I will not speake to wrong a Gentleman Of that good estimation , my kind friend , I will not ( Zounds I wil not ) I may chuse , And I wil chose ? Shall I be so missed ? Or shal I purchase to my fathers crest The Motto of a villaine . If I say I will not do it , what thing can inforce me ? Who can compell me ? What sad desteny Hath such command vpon my yeilding thoughts ? I wil not ? Ha : some fury pricks me on , The swift fates drag me at their chariot wheele , And hurry me to mischiefe : speake I must : Iniure my selfe , wrong hir , deceiue his trust . Anne Are you not well sir , that you seeme thus troubled ? There is sedition in your countenance ? Wend. And in my hart faire Angel , chast , and wise , I loue you ; start not , speake not , answere not , I loue you : nay , let we speake the rest , Bid me to sweare , and I wil cal to record the hoast of Heauen . Anne . The hoast of heauen forbid , Wendol should hatch such a disloyall thought . wend. Such is my fate , to this sute I was borne To weare rich pleasures Crowne , or fortunes scorne . Anne . My husband loues you . wend. I know it . Anne . He esteemes you Euen as his braine , his eye-bal , or his hart . Wen. I haue tried it . Anne . His purse is you exchequer , and his table Doth freely serue you . wen. So I haue found it . Anne . Oh with what face of brasse , what brow of steele , Can you vnblushing speake this to the face Of the espoused wife of so deare a friend : It is my husband that maintaines your state , Wil you dishonor him ? I am his wife , That in your power hath left his whole affaires , It is to me you speake ? Wend. O speake no more For more than this I know and haue recorded Within the red-leau'd table of my hart ; Faire , and of al belou'd , I was not feareful Bluntly to giue my life into your hand , And at one hazard al my earthly meanes . Go , tel your husband he wil turne me off , And I am then vndone , I care not I , T was for your sake : perchance in rage heel kil me , I care not , t was for you : say I incurre The general name of villain through the world , Of traitor to my friend , I care not I , Beggery , shame , death , scandal , and reproach , For you I le hazard all , what care I : For you i le liue , and in your loue I le dy . Anne you moue me sir to passion and to pitty . The loue I beare my husband is as pretious As my soules health . Wend. I loue your husband to , And for his loue I wil ingage my life , Mistake me not , the augmentation Of my sincere affection borne to you , Doth no whit lessen my regard of him , I will bee secret Lady , close as night , And not the light of one smal glorious star Shal shine heer in my forehead , to bewray That act of night . Anne . What shal I say ? My soule is wandring , and hath lost her way . Oh maister Wendol : oh , Wend. Sigh not sweet saint . For euery sigh you breath , drawes from my hart A drop of blood . Anne . I nere offended yet , My fault I feare , wil in brow be writ ; Women that fal not quite bereft of grace , Haue their offences noted in their face . I blush and am asham'd , oh maister Wendol Pray God I be not borne to curse your tongue , That hath inchanted me . This maze I am in , I feare will proue the laborinth of sin . Enter Nick . Wend. The path of pleasure , and the gate to blisse , Which on your lips I knocke at with a kisse . Nick . I le kil the rogue . Wend. your husband is from home , your beds no blab : Nay looke not downe and blush . Nick . Zounds I le stab : I Nick , was it thy chance to come Iust in the nicke , I loue my maister , and I hate that slaue , I loue my mistris , but these tricks I like not , My Master shal not pocket vp this wrong ; I le eat my fingers first , what saist thou mettle ? Dos not the rascall Wendol go on legs That thou must cut off , hath he not Hamstrings That thou must hough ? Nay mettal thou shalt stand To al I say , I le henceforth turne a spy , And watch them in their close conueyances , I neuer lookt for better of that Rascal Since he came miching first into our house , It is that Sathan hath currupted her , For she was faire and chast , I le haue an eie In al their gestures , thus I thinke of them , If they proceed as they haue done before , Wendols a knaue , my Mistris is a &c. Exit . Enter Charles and Susan . Char. Sister , you see we are driuen to hard shift To keepe this poore house we haue left vnsold , I am now inforcst to follow husbandry , And you to milke , and do we not liue wel ? Wel I thanke God . Susan . O brother heere s a change , Since old Sir Charles died in our fathers house Char. Al thinges on earth thus change , some vp , some downe , Contents a kingdome , and I weare that Crowne , Enter Shafton with a Sargeant . Shaf. God morrow , god morrow sir Charls what with your sister Plying your husbandry : Sergeant stand off , You haue a pretty house here , and a garden , And goodly ground about it , since it lies So neare a Lordship that I lately bought , I would faine buy it of you , I will giue you . Char. O pardon me , this house successiuely Hath long'd to me and my progenitors Three hundred yeare , my great great Grandfather , He in whom first our gentle stile began , Dwelt here , and in this ground increast this Molehil Vnto that mountaine which my father left me , Where he the first of all our house begun , I now the last will end and keepe this house , This Virgin title neuer yet deflourd By any vnthrift of the Mountfords line ; In breefe I will not sel it for more gold Then you could hide or paue the ground withall . Shaf. Ha , ha , a proud mind and a Beggers purse . Where s my three hundred pounds beside the vse , I haue brought it to an execution By course of Law , what is my money ready ? Char. An execution sir , and neuer tell me , You put my bond in suite , you deale extreamely Shaf. Sell me the land and I le acquit you straight . Char. Alas , alas , T is all trouble hath left me To cherrish me and my poore sisters life , If this were sold our meanes should then be quite Raced from the Bed roule of gentility : You see what hard shift we haue made to keepe it Allied still to our owne name , this palme you see Labor hath gloud within her siluer brow , That neuer tasted a rough winters blast Without a Maske or Fan , doth with a grace Defie cold winter and his stormes outface . Susan Sir , we feed sparing and we labor hard , We lie vneasie , to reserue to vs . And our succession this small plot of ground . Char. I haue so bent my thoughts to husbandry , That I protest I scarcely can remember What a new fashion is , how silke or satten Feeles in my hand : why pride is growne to vs A meere meere stranger : I haue quite forgot The names of all that euer waited on me , I cannot name ye any of my hounds , Once from whose echoing mouths I hard al the musicke That ere my hart desired : what should I say ? To keepe this place I haue chang'd my selfe away . Shaf. Arest him at my suit , actions and actions , Shall keepe thee in perpetuall bondage fast , Nay more I le sue thee by a laite appeale , And call thy former life in question , The keeper is my friend , thou shalt haue yrons And vsage such as I le deny to dogs : Away with him . Char. You are too tymerous , but trouble is my maister , And I will serue him truely my kind sister : Thy teares are of no force to mollifie This flinty man , go to my fathers Brother , My kinsmen and allies , entreat them from me To ransome me from this iniurious man That seekes my ruine . Shaf. Come Irons , Irons away , I le see thee log'd far from the sight of day . Exeunt . Enter Acton and Malby . Susan . My harts so hardned with the frost of griefe , Death connot pierce it through , Tyrant too fel , So lead the Fiends condemned soules to hel . Fran. Againe to prison , Malby hast thou seene , A poore slaue better torturd : shal we heare The musicke of his voice cry from the grate Meat for the Lord sake : no , no , yet I am not Throughly reuengd : they say he hath a pretty wench Vnto his sister , shal I in mercy sake To him and to his kindred bribe the foole , To shame her selfe by lewd dishonest lust , I le profer largely , but the deed being done I le smile to see her base confusion . Mal. Methinks Sir Francis you are ful reueng'd , For greater wrongs then he can profer you , See where the poore sad Gentlewoman stands . Fran. Ha , ha , now I will flout her pouerty , Deride her fortunes , scoffe her base estate , My very soule the name of Mountford hates . But stay , my hart , or what a looke did flie To strike my soule through with thy piercing eie , I am inchanted , al my spirits are fled , And with one glance my enuious splene stroke dead . Susan . Acton that seekes our blood . Run away . Fran. O chast and faire . Mal. Sir Francis , why Sir Francis , zounds in a trance , Sir Francis , what cheare man ? Come , come , how i st ? Fran. Was she not faire , or else this Iudging eie Cannot distinguish beauty . Mal. She was faire . Fran. She was an Angel in a mortals shape , And nere descended from old Mountfords line . But soft , soft , let me cal my wits together , A poore , poore wench , to my great aduersary Sister , whose very soules denounce sterne warre One against other , how now Franke turnd foole , Or madman , whether , but no maister of My perfect sences and directest wits , Then why should I be in this violent humor Of passion , and of loue , and with a person So different euery way , and so oppos'd In al contractions and stil warring actions : Fie , fie , how I dispute against my soule , Come , come , I le gaine her , or in her faire quest Purchase my soule free and immortal rest . Exeunt . Enter 3. or 4. seruingmen , one with a Voyder and a Woodden knife , to take away all , another the salt and bread ; another the Table-cloth and Napkins , another the carpet . Ienkin with two lights after them . Ienk.

So , march in order and retyre in battel ray , my maister and the guests haue supt already , als taken away , here now spred for the seruingmen in the hal , Butler it belongs to your office .

But.

I know it Ienkin : what do you cal the Gentleman that supt there tonight ?

Ienk.

Who my maister ?

But.

No , no , maister Wendol , hee is a daily ghuest , I mean the Gentleman that came but this afternoone .

Ienk.

His name is M. Cranwel : Gods light , hark within there , my M. cals to lay more billets on the fire : Come , come , Lorde how wee that are in office here in the house are troubled : one spred the Carpet in the parlor , & stand ready to snuffe the lights , the rest be ready to prepare their stomacks . More lights in the hal there : come Nicklas .

Nick . I cannot eat , but had I Wendols hart , I would eat that , the rogue grows impudent : Oh I haue seene such vild notorious tricks Ready to make my eies dart from my head , I le tel my maister , by this ayre I wil , Fal what may fal , I le tel him : Here he comes . Enter Franckeford as it were brushing the crums from his cloths with a Napkin , and newly risen from supper . Frank. Nicklas what make you here ? Why are not you At supper in the hal there with your fellowes . Nick . Master I staid your rising from the boord , To speake with you . Frank. Be briefe then gentle Nicklas , My wife and guests attend me in the parlor : Why dost thou pause ? Now Nicklas you want mony , And vnthrift like would eat into your wages Ere you haue earnd it : here ▪ sir halfe a crowne , Play the good husband and away to supper . Nick . By this hand an honourable Gentleman , I will not see him wrongd : sir I haue serud you long , you entertaind me seuen yeares before your beard , you knew we sir , before you knew my mistris . Frank. What of this good Nicklas . Nick I neuer was a make-bate or a knaue I haue no fault but one , I am giuen to quarrel , But not with women , I wil tel you maister That which wil make your hart leape from your brest , Your haire to startle from your head , your ears to tingle . Frank. What preparations this to dismal newes ? Nck. Sblood sir I loue you better then your wife , I le make it good . Frank. Thou art a knaue , and I haue much ado With wonted patience to containe my rage And not to breake thy pate : thou art a knaue , I le turne you with your base comparisons Out of my dores . Nick Do , do , There s not roome for Wendoll and mee to , Both in one house : oh maister , maister , That Wendol is a villen . Frank. I , saucy . Nick . Strike , strike , do strike , yet heare me , I am no foole , I know a villen when I see him act Deeds of a villen , maister , maister , that base slaue Inioyes my mistris , and dishonors you . Frank. Thou hast kild me with a weapon whose sharpned point Hath prickt quite through and through my shiuering hart , Drops of cold sweat fit dangling on my haires , Like mornings dew vpon the golden flowers , And I am plungd into a strange agony , What didst thou say ? If any word that toucht His Credit or her reputation , It is as hard to enter my beleefe , As Diues into Heauen . Nick . I can gaine nothing , they are two That neuer wrongd me , I knew before T was but a thankles office , and perhaps As much as my seruice or my life is woorth , Al this I know , but this and more , More by a thousand dangers could not hire me To smother such a heinous wrong from you , I saw , and I haue said . Frank. T is probable , though blunt , yet he is honest , Though I durst pawne my life , and on their faith Hazard the dere saluation of my soule , Yet in my trust I may be too secure : May this be true : Oh may it : can it be : Is it by any wonder possible , Man , woman , what thing mortal may we trust , When friends and bosome wiues proue so vniust What instance hast thou of this strange report ? Nick . Eyes , eies . Frank. Thy eies may be deceiu'd I tel thee , For should an Angel from the heauens drop down And preach this to me that thy selfe hast told , He should haue such ado to winne beleefe In both their loues I am so confident . Nick Shall I discourse the same by circumstance ? Frank. No more , to supper , and command your fellowes To attend vs and the strangers : not a word , I charge thee on thy life be secret then , For I know nothing . Nick . I am dumbe , and now that I haue eas'd my stomacke I wil go fill my stomack Exit . Frank. Away , be gone : She is wel borne , descended Nobly , Vertuous her education , her repute Is in the general voice of all the country Honest and faire , her carriage , her demeanor In al her actions that concerne the loue To me her husband , modest , chast , and godly . Is al this seeming gold plaine Copper . But he ; that Iudas that hath borne my purse , And sold me for a sin , oh God , oh God ; Shal I put vp these wrongs ? no , shal I trust The bare report of this suspitious groome Before the dubble guilt , the wel hatch ore Of their two harts ? No , I wil loose these thoughts , Destraction I wil banish from my brow , And from my lookes exile sad discontent , Their wonted fauors in my tongue shal flow , Till I know al , I le nothing seeme to know ? Lights and a Table there wife , Master Wendol and gentle Maister Cranwell . Enter Mistris Frankeford , maister Wendoll , maister Cranwell , Nick and Ienkin , with Cards , Carpet , stooles and other necessaries . Fran. O you are a stranger maister Cranwel you , And often balke my house : faith you are a Churle , Now we haue supt , a table and to cards . Ienk.

A pair of Cards Nicklas , and a carpet to couer the table , where s Sisly with her Counters and her box , candles and candle sticks there , fie we haue such a householde of seruing creatures , vnles it be Nick and I , there s not one amongst them al can saye , boe to a goose : wel said Nick .

They spred a Carpet , set downe lights and Cards . Anne . Come maister Frankeford , who shal take my part . Frank. Marry that wil I sweet wife . Wend. No by my faith sir , when you are togither I sit out , it must be Mistris Frankeford and I , or else it is no match . Frank. I do not like that match . Nick . You haue no reason marry knowing al . Frank. T is no great matter neither , come M. Cranwel shal you and I take them vp ? Cran. At your pleasure sir . Frank. I must looke to you M. Wendol , for you wil be playing false , nay so will my wife to . Nick . I , I will be sworne she wil . Anne . Let them that are taken playing falfe forfet the set . Franck. Content ; It shal go hard but I le take you . Cran. Gentlemen what shal our game be ? wend. maister Frankeford you play best at Noddy , Frank. you shal not find it so : Indeed you shal not ? Anne I can play at nothing so wel as dubble ruffe . Frank. If maister wendol and my wife bee together , there s no playing against them at dubble hand . Nick . I can tel you sir the game that master Wendol is best at ? Wend. What game is that Nick . Nick . Marry sir , Knaue out of dores . Wend. She and I , wil take you at Lodam . Anne . Husband shal we play at Saint . Franke. My Saints turnd Deuill : no , wee le none of Saint , your best at new Cut wife : you le play at that . Wend. If you play at new cut , I am soonest hitter of any heere for a wager . Franck. T is me they play on : wel you may draw out For al your cunning : t wil be to your shame : I le teach you at your new Cut , a new game , Come , come . Cran. If you cannot agree vpon the game to post and paire . Wend. We shal be soonest paires , and my good hoast , When he comes late home , he must kisse the post . Frank. Who euer wins , it shal be to thy cost . Cran. Faith let it be Vide-ruffe , and le ts make honors . Frank. If you make honors , one thing let me craue , Honor the King , and Queene : except the knaue . Wend. Wel as you please for that , lift who shal deale . Anne The least in sight : what are you maister Wendol , Wend. I am a knaue . Nick . I le sweare it . Anne . I a Queene ? Frank. A queane thou shouldst say ? wel the Cards are mine , They are the grosest paire that ere I felt . Anne . Shuffle , I le cut , would I had neuer dealt ? Frank. I haue lost my dealing . Wend. Sir the faults in me , This Queene I haue more then my owne you see , Giue me the stocke . Frank. My minds not on my game , Many a deale I haue lost , the more s your shame , you haue seru'd me a bad tricke maister Wendol ? Wend. Sir you must take your lot : to end this strife , I know I haue delt better with your wife . Frank. Thou hast dealt falsely then . Anne . What s Trumpes . Wend. Harts , partner I rub . Frank. Thou robst me of my soule , of her chast loue In thy false dealing , thou hast robd my hart , Booty you play , I like a looser stand , Hauing no hart , or here , or in my hand : I will giue ore the set , I am not well , Come who wil hold my Cards ? Anne . Not well sweet Maister Franckford , Alas , what ayle you : t is some sodaine qualme . Wend. How long haue you bin so maister Frankford ? Frank. Sir I was lusty , and I had my health , But I grew ill when you began to deale . Take hence this table , gentle maister Cranwell You are welcome , see your chamber at your pleasure , I am sorry that this Megrim takes me so I cannot sit and beare you company , Ienkin some lights , and shew him to his chamber . Anne . A night gowne for my husband quickly there , It is some rhewme or cold ? Wend. Now in good faith this Ilnesse you haue got By sitting late without your gowne . Frank. I know it maister Wendol , Go , go , to bed , least you complaine like me , Wife , prethy wife into my bed-chamber , The night is raw , and cold , and rheumatick , Leaue me my gowne and light , I le walke away my fit . Wend. Sweet sir good night . Frank. My selfe good night . Anne . Shall I attend you husband ? Frank. No , gentle wife thou t catche cold in thy head , Prethy begone sweet , I le make hast to bed . Anne . No sleepe will fasten on mine eies you know Vntill you come . Exit . Frank Sweet Nan I prethy go , I haue bethought me , get me by degrees The keyes of all my dores which I will mold In wax , and take their faire impression , To haue by them new keyes : This being compast , At a set houre a letter shal be brought me , And when they thinke they may securely play , They are nearest to danger : Nick , I must rely Vpon thy trust and faithfull secrecy . Nick . Build on my faith . Frank. To bed then , not to rest , Care lodges in my braine , griefe in my brest . Exeunt . Enter Sir Charles , his sister , old Mountford , Sandy , Roder , and Tydy . Mount . You say my Nephew is in great distresse , Who brought it to him but his owne lewd life : I cannot spare a crosse : I must confesse He was me brothers sonne : why Niece , what then ? This is no world in which to pitty men . Susan . I was not borne a begger , though his extreames Enforce this language from me , I protest No fortune of mine could lead my tongue To this base key . I do beseech you vncle , For the names sake , for Christianity , Nay for Gods sake to pitty his distresse : He is denied the freedome of the prison , And in the hole is laid with men condemnd , Plenty he hath of nothing but of yrons , And it remaines in you to free him thence . Mount . Money I cannot spare : men should take heed , He lost my kindred when he fell to need . Exit . Susan . Gold is but earth : thou earth inough shalt haue When thou hast once tooke measure of thy graue : You know me maister Sandy and my sute . San. I knew you Lady when the old man liud , I knew you ere your brother sold his land , Then you were mistris Sue trickt vp in Iewels , Than you sung well , plaid sweetly on the flute , But now I neither know you nor your sute . Su. You maister Roder was my brothers tennant . Rent free he placst you in that wealthy farme Of which you are possest . Roder . True he did , And haue I not there dwelt still for his sake : I haue some busines now , but without doubt They that haue hurld him in wil helpe him out . Exit . Susan . Cold comfort stil : what say you chosen Tydy ? Tydy . I say this comes of roysting , swaggring , Call me not Cosen : each man for himselfe , Some men are borne to myrth and some to sorrow . I am no Cosen vnto them that borrow . Exit . Susan . Oh charity why art thou fled to heauen , And left al things on this earth vneuen , Their scoffing answeres I will nere returne , But to my selfe his griefe in silence mourne . Enter Sir Francis and Malby . Fran. She is poore , I le therefore tempt her with this gold . Go Malby in my name deliuer it , And I wil stay thy answere . Mal. Faire mistris as I vnderstand , your griefe Doth grow from want , so I haue here in store A meanes to furnish you , a bag of gold Which to your hands I freely tender you . Susan I thanke you Heauens , I thanke you gentle sir ? God make me able to requite this fauor . Mal. This Gold Sir Francis Acton sends by me , And prayes you &c. Susan . Acton : oh God that name I am borne to cursse , Hence Bawd : hence Broker : see , I spurne his gold , My honor neuer shal for gaine be sold . Fran. Stay , Lady stay . Susan From you I le posting hie , Euen as the Doues from feathered Eagles flie . Fran. She hates my name , my face , how should I wo ? I am disgracst in euery thing I do . The more she hates me , and disdaines my loue , The more I am wrapt in admiration Of her diuine and chast perfections . Woo her with gifts , I cannot : for al gifts , Sent in my name she spurnes . With lookes I cannot , For she abhors my sight . Nor yet with letters , For none she wil receiue . How then ? how then ? Well I wil fasten such a kindnes on her , As shal orecome her hate and conquer it . Sir Charles her Brother lies in execution For a great sum of mony , and besides The appeale is sued stil for my Huntsmans death . Which onely I haue power to reuerse , In her I le bury al my hate of him , Go seeke the keeper Malby , bring me to him : To saue his body I his debts wil pay , To saue his life , I his appeale wil stay . Exeunt Enter Sir Charles in prison with yrons , his face bare , his garments al ragged and torne . Char. Of al on the earths face most miserable , Breath in the hellish dungeon thy laments , Thus like a slaue , ragd like a fellon giued , That hurles thee headlong to this base estate . Oh vnkind Vncle : oh my friends ingrate : Vnthankeful kinsmen , Mountfords al too base To let thy name lie fettered in disgrace . A thousand deaths here in this graue I die , Feare , hunger , sorrow , cold , al threat my death , And ioyne togither to depriue my breath , But that which most torments me , my dere sister Hath left to visite me , and from my friends Hath brought no hopeful answere , therefore I Diuine they wil not helpe my misery , If it be so , shame , scandal , and contempt , Attend their couetous thoughts , need make their graues , Vsurers they liue , and may they die like slaues . Enter Keeper . Keep . Knight , be of comfort for I bring thee freedome From al thy troubles . Char. Then I am doomd to die , Death is th end of al calamity . Keep, Liue , your appeale is stayed , the execution Of al your debts discharg'd , your creditors Euen to the vtmost penny satisfied , In signe whereof , your shackles I knock off , you are not left so much indebted to vs As for your fees , al is dischargd , al paid , Go freely to your house , or where you please , After long miseries , imbrace your ease . Char. Thou grumblest out the sweetest musicke to me , That euer Organ plaid : is this a dreame ? Or do my waking sences apprehend The pleasing tast of these applausiue newes ? Slaue that I was , to wrong such honest friends , My louing kinsmen , and my neare allies , Tongue I wil bite thee for the scandal breath , Against such faithful kinsmen : they are all Compos'd of pitty and compassion , Of melting charity , and of mouing ruth , That which I spake before was in my rage , They are my friends , the mirrors of this age : Bountious and free , the Noble Mountfords race , Nere bred a couetous thought , or humor base . Enter Susan . Susan I can no longer stay from visiting My woful brother , while I could I kept My haples tidings from his hopeful eare . Char, Sister how much am I indebted to thee And to thy trauel . Susan What , at liberty ? Char. Thou seest I am thanks to thy industry : Oh vnto which of al my curteous friends Am I thus bound , my vncle Mountford he , Eueu of an infant lou'd me : was it he ? So did my cozen Tydy : was it he ? So maister Roder , maister Sandy to , Which of al these did this hie kindnes doe . Susan Charles , can you mocke me in your pouerty . Knowing your friends deride your misery , Now I protest I stand so much amas'd To see your bonds free , and your yrons knockt off , That I am wrapt into a maze of wonder , The rather for I know not by what meanes , This happines hath chancst . Char. Why by my vncle , My cosens , and my friends , who els I pray , Would take vpon them al my debts to pay . Susan . O brother they are men all of flint , Pictures of Marble , and as void of pitty As chased Beares : I begd , I sued , I kneeld , Laid open al your griefes and miseries , Which they derided : more then that , denied vs A part in their alliance , but in pride , Said that our kindred with our plenty died . Char. Drudges to much : what did they ; oh knowne euil Rich fly the poore , as good men shun the Deuil : Whence should my freedome come , of whom aliue , Sauing of those ; haue I deserud so wel , Gesse sister , cal to mind , remember me , These I haue raisd , these follow the worlds guise Whom rich in honor , they in wo despise . Susan . My wits haue lost themselues , le ts aske the keeper . Char. Gayler . Keep . At hand sir . Char. Of curtesie resolue mee one demand ? What was he tooke the burden of my debts From off my backe , staid my appeale to death , Dischard my fees , and brought me liberty ? Keep . A curteous knight , one cald sir Francis Acton . Susan . Acton . Char. Ha : Acton . Oh me , more distrest in this Then al my troubles : haile me backe , Dubble my yrons , and my sparing meales Put into halues , and lodge me in a dungeon More deepe , more darke , more cold , more comfortles . By action freed , not all thy manacles Could fetter so my heeles , as this one word Hath thrald my hart , and it must now lie bond In more strict prison then thy stony Iaile : I am not free , I go but vnder baile . Keeper My charge is done sir , now I haue my fees , As we get little , we wil nothing leese . Exit . Char. By Acton freed , my dangerous opposite , Why to what end ? or what occasion ? ha : Let me forget the name of enemy , And with indifference ballance this hy fauor ; ha . Susan His loue to me , vpon my soule t is so , That is the root from whence these strange thinges grow . Char. Had this proceeded from my father he That by the law of nature is most bound In offices of loue , it had deserued My best imploiment to requite that grace ? Had it proceeded from my friends , or him , From them this action had deseru'd my life , And from a stranger more , because from such There is lesse execution of good deeds : But he , nor father , nor ally , nor friend , More then a stranger both remoat in blood , And in his hart oppos'd my enemy , That this hie bounty should proceed from him ? Oh there I loose my selfe , what should I say ? What thinke ? what do ? his bounty to repaie . Susan . you wonder I am sure whence this strange kindnes proceeds in Acton , I wil tel you Brother , He dotes on me , and oft hath sent me guifts , Letters and tokens , I refus'd them al . Char. I haue inough , though poor , my hart is set In one rich guift to pay backe al my debt . Exeunt . Enter Franckeford and Nickwith keyes , and a letter in his hand . Frank. This is the night , and I must play the tuch , To try two seeming Angels , wher s my keies ? Nick . They are made according to your mold in wax , I bad the Smith be secret , gaue him mony , And there they are . Nick . The Letter sir . Frank. True take it , there it is , And when thou seest me in my pleasantst vaine Ready to sit to supper , bring it me . Nick . I le doo te , make no more question but I le do ot . Exit . Enter Mistris Frankeford Cranwell , Wendoll , and Ienkin . Anne Sirra , t is six a clocke already stroke , Go bid them spred the cloath and serue in supper . Ienk. It shal be done forsoth : mistris where is Spiggot the butler , to giue vs out salt and trenchers . Wend. We that haue bin a hunting all the day Come with prepard stomacks maister Frankeford , We wisht you at our sport . Franke. My hart was with you , and my mind was on you ; Fie maister Cranwel , you are stil thus sad : A stoole , a stoole , where s Ienkin , and where s Nick ? T is supper time at least an hower ago . What s the best newes abroad ? Wend. I know none good . Franck. But I know too much bad . Enter Butler , and Ienkin with a table-cloath , bread , trenchers , and salt . Cran. Methinkes sir you might haue that intrest In your wiues brother , to be more remisse In this hard dealing against poore Sir Charles , Who as I heare lies in Yorke castle , needy , And in great want . Frank. Did not more weighty busines of my owne Hold me away , I would haue labourd peace Betwixt them , with al care , indeed I would sir . Anne . I le write vnto my brother earnestly In that behalfe . Wend. A charitable deed , And will beget the good opinion Of all your friends that loue you maister Frankeford . Frank. That s you for one , I know you loue Sir Charles And my wife too well . Wend. He deserues the loue Of al true Gentlemen , be your selues iudge . Frank. But supper he : now as thou louest me Wendol Which I am sure thou doest , be merry , pleasant , And frolicke it to night : sweet master Cranwell , Do you the like ; wife , I protest my hart was nere more bent on sweet alacrity : Where be those lazy knaues to serue in supper ? Enter Nick . Nick . Sir here s a letter . Frank. Whence comes it ? and who brought it ? Nick . A stripling that below attends your answere , And as he tels me it is sent from Yorke . Frank. Haue him into the seller , let him tast a cup Of our March beere : go , make him drinke . Nick . I le make him drunke , if he be a Troyan . Frank My boots and spurs : wher 's Ienkin ? God forgiue me How I neglect my busines , wife looke here , I haue a matter to be tride to morrow By eight a clock , and my Attorney writes me I must be there betimes with euidence , Or it wil go against me : where s my boots ? Enter Ienkin with boots and spurs . Anxe . I hope your busines craues no such dispatch , That you must ride to night . Wend. I hope it doth . Frank Gods me : no such dispatch ? Ienkin my boots , where s Nick , saddle my Roane , And the gray dapple for himselfe : Content ye , It much concernes me gentle master Cranwell : And maister Wendoll in my absence vse The very ripest pleasure of my house . Wend. Lord , maister Frankeford wil you ride to night ? The waies are dangerous . Frank. Therefore wil I ride , Appointed wel , and so shal Nick my man . Anne . I le cal you vp by fiue a clock to morrow . Frank. No by my faith wife , I le not trust to that , T is not such easie rising in a morning From one I loue so deerely : no by my faith , I shal not leaue so sweet a bed-fellow , But with much pain : you haue made me a sluggard Since I first knew you . Anne . Then if you needs wil go This dangerous euening : maister Wendoll Let me intreat you beare him company . Wend. With al my hart , sweet mistris : my boots there ? Frank. Fie , fie , that for my priuate busines I should disease my friend , and be a trouble To the whole house : Nick ? Nick . Anon sir . Frank. Bring forth my gelding as you loue me sir , Vse no more words , a hand good master Cranwel . Cran. Sir God be your good speed . Frank. Goodnight sweet Nan : nay , nay , a kisse , and part , Dissembling lips , you suit not with my hart . Wend. How businesse , time , and houres , all gratious proues And are the furtherers to my new borne loue . I am husband now in maister Franck fordes place , And must commaund the house , my pleasure is We will not sup abroad so publikely But in your priuate Chamber mistresse Franckford . Anne . O sir , you are too publike in your loue , And maister Franckfordes wife . Cran. Might I craue fauour , I would intreat you I might see my Chamber , I am on the sodaine growne exceeding ill , And would be spard from supper . Wen. Light their hoe ? See you want nothing sir , for if you do You iniury that good man , and wrong me to . Cran. I will make bold : godnight . Wend. How al conspire To make our bosome sweet and ful intire , Come Nan , I prethy let vs sup within . Anne . O what a clog vnto the soule is sin , We pale offenders , are stil ful of feare , Euery suspitious eie brings danger neare , When they whose cleare hart from offence are free , Dispise report , base scandals to outface , And stand at mere defiance with disgrace . Wend. Fie , fie , you talke too like a Puritant . Anne . you haue tempted me to mischiefe maister Wendel , I haue done I know not what : wel , you plead custome , That which for want of wit I granted erst , I now must yeeld through feare : Come , come , le ts in Once ore shooes , we are strait ore head in sinne . Wend. My iocond soule is ioyfull aboue measure , I le be profuse in Frankefords richest treasure . Exeunt . Enter Sisly , Ienkin , Butler , and other Seruingmen . Ienk.

My mistris and M. Wendol my maister , sup in her chamber to night , Sisly you are preferd from being the cooke to bee chamber maid , of all the loues betwixt thee and me , tel me what thou thinkest of this .

Sisly

Mum , there s an old prouerbe , when the Cats away , the mouse may play .

Ienk.

Now you talke of a Cat Sisly , I smel a Rat .

Sis.

Good words Ienkin , least you be cald to answere them .

Ienk.

Why God make my mistris an honest woman : are not these good words ? pray God my new maister play not the knau with my old maister , is there any hurt in this ? God send no villany intended , and if they do sup together , pray God they doe not lie togither : god keepe my mistris chast , and make vs al his seruants , what harme is there in al this ? Nay more , heere is my hand , thou shalt neuer haue my hart vnlesse thou say , Amen .

Sis.

Amen I pray God I say .

Enter Seruingmen . Ser.

My mistris sends that you should make lesse noise , to lock vp the dores , and see the houshold al got to bed : you Ienkin for his night are made the Porter , to see the gates shut in .

Ienk.

Thus by little and little I creepe into office : Come to kennel my masters to kennell , t is eleuen a clocke already .

Ser.

When you haue lockt the gates in , you must send vp the keyes to my mistris .

Sis.

Quickly for Gods sake Ienkin ; for I must carry them : I am neither pillow nor bolster , but I know more then both .

Ienk.

To bed good Spiggot , to bed good honest seruing creatures , and let vs sleepe as snug as pigs in pease-straw . Exeunt .

Enter Franckeford and Nick . Frank.

Soft , soft , we haue tyed our geldings to a tree two flight shoot off , least by their thundring hoofes they blab our coming backe , Hearst thou no noise ?

Nick . Heare , I heare nothing but the Owle and you . Frank. So : now my watches hand points vpon twelue , And it is dead midnight : where are my keyes ? Nick . He ere sir . Frank. This is the key that opes my outward gate , This is the Hal dore , this my withdrawing chamber . But this , that dore that s Bawd vnto my shame : Fountaine and spring of al my bleeding thoughts , Where the most hallowed order and true knot Of nuptial sanctity hath bin prophand , It leads to my polluted bed-chamber , Once my terrestrial heauen , now my earths hel , The place where sins in al their ripenes dwell : But I forget my selfe , now to my gate . Nick . It must ope with farre lesse noise then Cripple-gate , or your plots dasht . Frank. So reach me my darke Lanthorne to the rest , Tread softly , softly . Nick . I wil walke on Egges this pace . Frank. A general scilence hath surprizd the house , And this is the last dore , astonishment , Feare and amazement , play against my hart , Euen as a madman beats vpon a drum : O keepe my eies you heauens before I enter , From any sight that may transfix my too , Or if there be so blacke a spectacle , Oh strike mine eies starke blind , or if not so , Lend me such patience to disgest my griefe , That I may keepe this white and virgin hand From any violent outrage , or red murder , And with that praier I enter . Nick . Here s a circumstance , A man may be made Cuckold in the time That hee s about it , and the case were mine As t is my masters , sblood that he makes me sweare , I would haue placst his action entred there , I would , I would . Faank. Oh : oh . Nick Master , sblood , master , master . Frank. oh me vnhappy , I haue found them lying Close in each others armes , and fast asleepe , But that I would not dam two precious soules Bought with my Sauiours blood , and send them laden With al their scarlet sins vpon their backs Vnto a fearefull Iudgement , their two liues Had met vpon my rapier . Nick . Sblood master haue you left them sleeping stil ? let me go wake them . Frank. Stay , let me pause a while : Oh God , oh God , that it were possible To vndo things done , to cal back yesterday ; That time could turne vp his swift sandy glasse , To vntel the daies , and to redeeme these howres : Or that the sunne Could rising from the West , draw his coach backward Take from the account of time so many minutes Til he had al these seasons cald againe , Those minutes and those actions done in them , Euen from her first offence , that I might take her As spotles as an Angel in my armes , But oh : I talke of things impossible , And cast beyond the moone , God giue me patience , For I wil in to wake them . Exit . Nick . Here s patience perforce , He needs must trot a foot that tyres his horsse . Enter Wendol running ouer the stage in a night-gowne , he after him with his sword drawn , the maid in her smocke staies his hand , and clasps hold on him , he pauses a while . Frank. I thanke thee maid , thou like the Angels hand Hast staied me from a bloody sacrifice : Go villen , and my wrongs sit on thy soule As heauy as this griefe doth vpon mine : When thou recordst my many curtesies , And shalt compare them with thy trecherous hart , Lay them together , weygh them equally , t wilbe reuenge inough , go , to thy friend A Iudas , pray , pray , least I liue to see Thee Iudas like , hang'd on an Elder-tree . Enter mistris Frankeford in her smocke , night-gowne , and nîght attyre . Anne O by what word , what title , or what name Shal I intreat your pardon : pardon : oh , I am as far from hoping such sweet grace As Lucifer from heauen : to cal you husband , Oh me most wretched ; I haue lost that name I am no more your wife . Nick . Sblood sir she sounds . Frank. Spare thou thy teares , for I wil weepe for thee ; And keepe thy countenance , for I le blush for thee ; Now I protest I thinke t is I am tainted , For I am most asham'd , and t is more hard For me to looke vpon thy guilty face , Then on the suns cleare brow , what wouldst thou speake ? An. I would I had no tongue , no eares , no eies , No aprehension , no capacity , When do you spurne me like a Dog ? when tread me Vnder your feet ? when drag me by the haire ? Though I deserue a thousand thousand fold . More then you can inflict : yet once my husband , For womanhood to which I am ashamd , Though once an ornament , euen for his sake That hath redeemd our soules , marke not my face Nor hacke me with your sword , but let me go Perfect and vndeformed to my tomb . I am not worthy that I should preuaile In the least sute , no not to speake to you , Nor looke on you , nor to be in your presence : Yet as an abiect this one sute I craue , This granted I am ready for my graue . Frank. My God with patience arme me : rise , nay rise , And I le debate with thee : Was it for want Thou plaiedst the strumpet ? Wast thou not supplied With euery pleasure , fashion , and new toy , Nay euen beyond my calling . Anne . I was . Frank. Was it then dissability in me , Or in thine eie seemd he a properer man ? Anne . Oh no . Frank. Did I not lodge thee in thy bosome ? weare thee Here in my hart . Anne . You did . Frank. I did indeed , witnes my teares I did . Go bring my infants hether : oh Nan , oh Nan , If either feare of shame , regard of honor , The blemish of my house , not my deere loue , could haue withheld thee from so lewd a fact : Yet for these infants , these young harmeles soules , On whose white browes thy shame is characterd , And growes in greatnes as they wax in yeares , Looke but on them , and melt away in teares . Away with them , least as her spotted body Hath staind their names with stripe of bastardy , So her adultrous breath may blast their spirits , With her infectious thoughts : away with them ? An. In this one life I die ten thousand deaths . Frank. Stand vp , stand vp , I will do nothing rashly , I wil retire a while into my study , And thou shalt heare thy sentence presently . Exit . Anne . T is welcome be it death : oh me , base strumpet , That hauing such a husband , such sweete children ; Must inioy neither : oh to redeeme my honor I would haue this hand cut off , these my breasts seard , Be rackt , strappadode , put to any torment , Nay , to whip but this scandall out , I would hazzard The rich and deere redemption of my soule . He cannot be so base , as to forgiue me ? Nor I so shamelesse , to accept his pardon : Oh women , women , you that haue yet kept Your holy matrimoniall vow vnstaind , Make me your instance , when you tread awry , Your sins like mine will on your conscience lye . Enter Sissily , Spiggot , all the Seruingmen , and Ienkin as newly come out of bed . All . Oh mistris , mistris , what haue you done mistris ? Nick . Sbloud what a Caterwauling keepe you here . Ienkin. O Lord mistris , how comes this to passe , my maister is run away in his shirt , and neuer so much as cald mee to bring his cloathes after him . Anne . See what guilt is , here stand I in this place , Ashamd to looke my seruants in the face . Enter maister Frankeford and Cranwell , whom seeing she fals on her knees . Franke. My wordes are registred in heauen already , With patience hear me : I le not martyr thee , Nor marke thee for a strumpet , but with vsage Of more humility torment thy soule , And kill thee , euen with kindnesse . Cran. Maister Frankford . Frank. Good maister Cranwell : woman , heare thy iudgment : Goe make thee ready in thy best attire , Take with thee all thy gownes , all thy apparrell , Leaue nothing that did euer call thee mistris . Or by whose sight being left here in the house I may remember such a woman by , Chuse thee a bed and hangings for a Chamber , Take with thee euery thing that hath thy marke , And get thee to my Mannor seuen mile off , Where liue , t is thine , I freely giue it thee , My Tennants by shall furnish thee with waynes To carry all thy fluffe , within two houres , No longer will I limit thee my sight , Chuse which of all my seruants thou likest best , And they are thine to attend thee . Anne . A milde sentence . Frank. But as thou hopst for heauen , as thou beleeust thy names recorded in the booke of life , I chardge thee neuer after this sad daie To see me , or to meete me , or to send By word , or writing , guift , or otherwise To moue me , by thy selfe , or by thy friends , Nor challenge any part in my two children ; So farewell Nan , for we will henceforth be As we had neuer seene , nere more shall see . Anne . How full my hart is in my eyes appears , What wants in words , I will supply in teares . Frank. Come take your Coach , your stuffe , all must along , Seruants and all make ready , all be gone , It was thy hand cut two harts out of one . Enter Sir Charles gentlemanlike , and his Sister gentlewoman like . Susan . Brother , why haue you trict me like a bride ? Bought me this gay attire , these ornaments ? forget you our estate , our pouerty ? Charles . Call me not brother , but imagine me Some barbarous Outlaw , or vnciuil Kerne , For if thou shutst thy eye , and onely hearst The words that I shall vtter , thou shalt iudge me Some staring Ruffin , not thy brother Charles Oh Susan . Susan . Oh brother , what doth this strange language meane ? Charles . Dost loue me sister ? Wouldst thou see me liue A bankrupt begger in the worlds disgrace , And die indebted to my enemies ? Wouldst thou behold me stand like a huge Beame In the worldes eye , a by-word and a scorne ? It lies in thee of these to acquit me free , And all my debt I may outstrip by thee . Susan . By me : why ? I haue nothing , nothing , left , I owe euen for the clothes vpon my backe , I am not worth , &c. Charles Oh sister say not so , It lies in you my downe-cast state to raise , To make me stand on euen pointes with the world : Come Sister , you are rich ? Indeede you are : And in your power you haue , without delaie , Actons fiue hundred pound backe to repaie . Susan . Till now I had thought you loud me , by mine honor Which I had kept as spotlesse as the Moone , I nere was mistris of that single doite , Which I reserud not to supply your wants : And do you think that I would hoord from you . Now by my hopes in heauen , knew I the meanes To buy you from the slauery of your debts , Especially from Acton whom I hate , I would redeeme it with my life or bloud . Charles I challenge it , and kindred set apert Thus Russian like I lay siedge to your hart : What do I ow to Acton ? Susan . Why some fiue hundred pounds , toward which I swear In all the world I haue not one deneare . Charles It will not proue so : sister , now resolue me , What do you thinke , and speake your conscience ? Would Acton giue might he enioy your bed ? Susan . He would not shrinke to spend a thousand pound , To giue the Mountfords name so deep a wound Charles A thousand pound , I but fiue hundred owe , Grant him your bed , hee l paid with interest so . Susan . Oh brother : Charles O sister onely this one way , With that rich Iewell you my debts may pay , In speaking this my cold hart shakes with shame , Nor do I wooe you in a Brothers name , But in a strangers : shall I die in debt To Acton my grand foe , and you still weare The pretious Iewell that he holds so deere ? Susan . My honor I esteeme as deere and pretious , As my redemption . Charles . I esteeme you sister . As deere , for so deere prizing it . Susan . Will Charles Haue me cut of my hands , and send them Acton : Rip vp my breast , and with my bleeding hart , Present him as a token . Charles . Neither Iane : But heare me in my strange assertion , Thy honor and my soule are equall in my regard , Nor will thy Brother Charles suruyue thy shame , His kindnesse like a burden hath surcharged me , And vnder his good deedes I stooping go , Not with an vpright soule : had I remaind In prison stil , there doublesse I had dyed : Then vnto him that freed me from that prison , Still do I owe that life : what mou'd my foe To infranchife me ? T was sister for your loue ? With full fiue hundred pounds he bought your loue , And shall he not inioy it ? Shall the waight Of all this heauy burden leane on me , And will not you beare part ? you did pertake The ioy of my release , will you not stand In ioynt bond bound to satisfie the debt , Shall I be onely charged ? Susan . But that I know These arguments come from an honord mind , As in your most extremity of need , Scorning to stand in debt to one you hate , Nay rather would ingage your vnstaind honor , Then to be held ingrate , I should condem you , I see your resolution , and assent , So Charles will haue me , and I am content . Charles . For this I trickt you vp . Susan . But here s a knife , to saue mine honor , shall slice out my life . Charles . I know thou pleasest me a thousand times More in that resolution then thy grant : Obserue her loue to sooth them in my suite , Her honor she will hazzard though not loose , To bring me out of debt , her rigorous hand Will pierce her hart : Oh wonder , that will chuse Rather then staine her bloud , her life to loose . Come , you sad sister to a wofull brother , This is the gate : I le beare him such a present , Such an acquittance for the knight to seale As will amaze his senses , and surprize With admiration all his fantasies . Enter Acton and Malbie . Susan . Before his vnchast thoughts shal seize on me , T is here shall my imprisoned soule set free . Acton . How : Mountford with his sister hand in hand , What Miracles a foot ? Malby . It is a sight Begets in me much admiration . Charles . Stand not amasd to see me thus attended , Acton I owe thee mony , and being vnable To bring thee the full summe to ready coyne , Loe for thy more assurance here s a pawne . My sister , my deere Sister , whose chast honor I prise aboue a Million : here , nay take her , Shee s worth your mony man , do not fortake her . Francis . I would he were in earnest . Susan . Impute it not to my immodesty , My Brother being rich in nothing else But in his interest that he hath in me , According to his pouerty hath brought you Me , all hir store , whom howsoere you prise As forfeit to your hand , he valewes 〈…〉 , And would not sell , but to acquit your 〈◊〉 For any Emperors ransome . Francis . Sterne hart , relent Thy former cruelty , at length repent ; Was euer knowne in any former age , Such honorable wrested curtesie , Lands , honors , lines , and all the world forgot Rather then stand ingagde to such a foe . Charles . Acton she is too poor to be thy Bride , And I to much apposd to be thy brother , There take her to thee , if thou hast the hart To ceize her as a Rape or lustfull prey , To blur our house that neuer yet was staind , To murder her that neuer meant thee harme , To kill me now whom once thou sauedst from death , Do them at once on her , all these relie And perish with her spotted chastity . Francis You ouercome me in your loue sir Charles , I cannot be so cruell to a Lady I loue so dearely , since you haue not spard To engage your reputation to the world , Your sister honor which you prise so deere , Nay , all the comforts which you hold on earth To grow out of my debt being your foe , Your honored thoughts , doe thus I recompence Your metamorphisd foe , receiues your guift In satisfaction of all former wrongs . This Iewell I will weare , here in my hart , And where before I thought her for her wants Too base to be my Bride , to end all strife , I seale you my deere brother , her my wife . Susan . You still exceede vs , I will yeeld to fate , And learne to loue , where I till now did hate . Charles With that inchantment you haue charmd my soule , And made me rich euen in those very words , I pay no debt but am indebted more Rich in your loue I neuer can be poore Francis . Alas mine is yours , we are alike in state , Let s knit in love what was proposd in hate ; Come , for our Nuptials we will straite prouide , Blest onely in our brother and faire bride . Exeunt . Enter Cranwell , Frankeford , and Nick . Cran. Why do you search each roome about your house . Now that you haue dispatcht your wife away ? Frank O sir to see that nothing may be left That euer was my wiues , I loued her deerely , And when I do but thinke of her vnkindnesse , My thoughts are all in Hell , to avoyd which torment I would not haue a Bodkin or a Cuffe , A bracelet , necklace , or Rebato wier , Nor any thing that euer was hers , Left me , by which I might remember her , Seeke round about ? Nick . Sbloud master , here s her lute stonge in a cornet , Frank. Her Lute , oh God vpon this instrument , Her fingers haue run quicke diuision , Sweeter then that which now deuides our harts . These frets haue made me pleasant , that haue now , Frets of my hart-strings made , oh maister Cranwell , Oft hath she made this melancholy wood , Now mute and dumbe for her disastrous chance , Speake sweedy many a note , sound many a straine , To her owne rauishing voyce which being well strung , What pleasant strange ayres haue they ioyntly sung . Post with it after her , now nothings left , Of her , and hers , I am at once bereft . Nick . I le ride and ouertake her , do my message , And come backe againe . Cran. Meane time sir , if you please , I le to sir Francis Acton , and informe him Of what hath past betwixt you and his sister . Frank. Do as you please how ill am I bestead To be a widower ere my wife be dead . Enter mistris Frankeford , with Ienkin , her maid Sislee , her Coach-man , and three Carters . Anne . Bid my Coach stay , why should I ride in state ? Being hurld so low downe by the hand of fate . A seat like to my Fortunes let me haue , Earth for my chaire , and for my bed a graue . Ienkin. Comfort good mistris , you haue watered your Coach with teares already , you haue but two myle now to goe to your mannor , a Man cannot say by my olde Maister Franckford as he may say by me , that he wants maners , for he hath three or foure , of which this is one , that we are going to . Sisly . Good mistris be of good cheere , sorrow you see hurtes you , but helpes you not , we all mourne to see you so sad . Carter . Mistris I spy one of my Landlords men Come riding post , t is like he brings some newes . Anne . Comes he from maister Franckford , he is welcome , So are his newes , because they come from him . Enter Nick . Nick . There . Anne . I know the Lute , oft haue I sung to thee , We both are out of tune , both out of time . Nick . Would that had beene the worst instrument that ere you played on : my maister commends him to ye , their s all hee can find that was euer yours , he hath nothing left that euer you could claim to lay , but 〈◊〉 hart , & he could afford you that : Al that I haue to deliuer you is this , he prayes you to forget him , and so he bids your farwell . Anne . I thanke him , he is kind and euer was , All you that haue true feeling of my griefe , That know my losse , and haue relenting harts , Gird me about , and help me with your teares , To wash my spoted sins , my Lute shall groue It cannot weepe , but shall lament my mone . Enter Wendoll . Wendoll . Pursued with horror of a guilty soule , And with the sharpe scourge of repentance lasht , I flye from my owne shadow : oh my stars What haue my parents in their liues deserud , That you should lay this penance on their sonne ? When I but thinke of maister Franckfords loue , And lay it to my treason , or compare My murdring him for his releeuing me , It strikes a terror like a lightnings flash , To search my bloud vp : thus I like the Owle Ashamd of day , liue in these shadowy woods Afraid of euery leafe or murmuring blast , Yet longing to receiue some perfect knowledge How he hath dealt with her : Oh my sad fate , Here , and so far from home , and thus attended : Oh God , I haue deuorst the truest Turtles That euer liud together , and being diuided In seuerall places , make their seuerall mone ; She in the fieldes laments , and he at home . So Poets write that Orpheus made the trees , And stones to dance , to his melodious harp , meaning the rusticke and the barbarous Hinds , That had no vnderstanding part in them , So she from these rude Carters teares extracts , Making their flinty harts with griefe to rise , And draw Riuers from their rocky eyes . Anne . If you returne vnto your maister say : Though not from me , for I am all vnworthy To blast his name with a strumpets tongue , That you haue seene me weepe , wish my selfe dead : nay , you may say to , for my vow is past , Last night you saw me eate and drinke my last . This to you maister you may say and sweare , For it is writ in heauen and decreed here . Nick . I le say you wept , I le sweare you made me sad , Why how now eyes ; what now , what s here to do ? I am gone , or I shall strait turne baby to . Wen. I cannot weep , my hart is all on fire , Curst be the fruits of my vnchast desire . Anne Go breake this lute my Coaches whele , As the last musicke that I ere shall make , not as my husbands guift , but my farewel , To all earths ioy , and so your maister tell . Nick . If I can for crying . Wen. Griefe haue done , Or like a Madman I shall frantick run . Anne . You haue beheld the wofullest wretch on earth , A woman made of teares , would you had words To expresse but what you see : my inward griefe No tongue can vtter , yet vnto your power You may discribe my sorrow , and disclose To thy sad maister my aboundant woes . Nick . I le do your commendations . Anne . O no : I dare not so presume , nor to my children , I am disclaimd in both ; alasse I am , Oh neuer teach them when they come to speake , To name the name of Mother : chide their tongue If they by chance light on that hated word : Tell them t is nought : for when that word they name , Poore pretty soules they harpe on their owne shame . Wen. To recompence her wrongs , what canst thou do ? Thou hast made her husbandlesse , and childlesse to . Anne . I haue no more to say : speake not for me Yet you may tell your maister what you see ? Nick . I le do ot . Exit Wen. I le speake to her , and comfort her in griefe , Oh but her wound cannot be cur'd with words : No matter though , I le do my best good will , To worke a cure on her whom I did kill . Anne . So , now vnto my Coach , then to my home , So to my deathbed , for from this sad houre , I neuer will , nor eate , nor drinke , nor tast Of any Cates that may preserue my life : I neuer will nor smile , nor sleepe , nor rest , But when my teares haue washt my blacke soule white , Sweete Sauiour to thy hands I yeeld my sprite . Wen. Oh mistris Frankford ? Anne . Oh for Gods sake fly , The Diuell doth come to tempt me ere I dye : My Coach : this sinne that with an Angels face , Courted mine honor till hee sought my wracke , In my repentant eyes seemes vgly blacke . Exeunt all : the Carters whisling . Ienk. What my young maister that fled in his shirt , how come you by your clothes againe ? you haue made our house in a sweet pickle , haue you not thinke you ? What shall I serue you still , or cleaue to the old house ? Wen. Hence slaue , away with thy vnseasoned mirth , Vnlesse thou canst shed teares , and sigh , and houle , Curse thy sad fortunes , and exclaime on fate , Thou art not for my turne . Ienk. Marry and you will not another will : farewell and be hangd , wold you had neuer come to haue kept this quoile within our doores , we shall ha you run away like a sprite againe . Wen. Shee s gone to death , I liue to want and woe , Her life , her sins , and all vpon my head , And I must now go wander like a Cain In forreine Countries , and remoted clymes , Where the report of my ingratitude Cannot be heard , I le ouer , first to France , And so to Germany , and Italy , Where when I haue recouered , and by trauell . Gotten those perfect tongues , and that these rumors May in their height abate , I will returne , And I deuine , how euer now deiected My worth and parts being by some great man praisd , At my returne I may in Court be raisd . Exit . Enter sir Francis , sir Charles , Cranwell , and Susan . Francis . Brother , and now my wife , I thinke these troubles Fall on my head , by Iustice of the heauens , For being so strict to you in your extremities , But we are now attonde , I would my sister Could with like happinesse , o'recome her griefes , As we Haue ours . Susan . You tell vs maister Cranwell wonderous things , Touching the patience of that gentleman , With what strange vertue he demeanes his griefe . Cran. I told you what I was witnesse of , It was my fortune to lodge there that night . Francis . O that same villen Wendoll , t' was his tongue That did corrupt her , she was of her selfe . Chast and deuoted well . Is this the house ? Cran. Yes sir , I take it here your sister lies . Francis . My brother Franckford showd too mild a spirit In the reuenge of such a loathed crime ; Less then he did , no man of spyrit could do , I am so far from blaming his reuenge That I commend it : had it bin my case Their soules at once had from their brests bin freed , Death to such deedes of shame is the due meede . Enter Ienkin and Sislie . Ienk. O my mistris , my mistris , my poore mistris . Sislie . Alas that euer I was born , what shall I do , for my poor mistris . Charles , Why , what of her ? Ienk. O Lord sir , she no sooner heard that her brother And his friends were come to see how she did , But she for very shame of her guilty conscience , fell Into a swoune , and we had much ado to Get life into her . Susan . Alasse that she should beare so hard a fate , Pitty it is , repentance comes to late . Acton . Is she so weake in body ? Ienk. O sir I can assure you ther s no help of life In her , for she will take no sustenance , she hath plainly Starued her selfe , that now she is as leane As a lath , she euer Lookes for the good hower : many Gentlemen and gentlewomen of the country are come to , Comfort her . Enters Mistris Frankeford in her bed . Malby . How fare you mistris Frankford ? Anne . Sicke , sicke , oh sicke , giue me some aire I pray you . Tell me , oh tell me , where 's maister Frankford ? Will not he daigne to see me ere I dye ? Malby . Yes mistris Frankford , diuers gentlemen , Your louing neighbors with that iust request , Haue mou'd and told him of your weake estate , Who though with much adoe to get beliefe . Examining of the generall circumstance , Seeing your sorrow and your penitence And hearing there withall the great desire You haue to see him ere you left the world , He gaue to vs his faith to follow vs , And sure he will be here immediatly . Anne . You halfe reuiude me with those pleasing newes , Raise me a little higher in my bed . Blush I not maister Frankford ? blush I not sir Charles ? Can you not read my fault writ in my cheeke ? Is not my cryme there ? tell me gentlemen ? Charles . Alasse good mistris , sicknesse hath not left you Bloud in your face enough to make you blush : Then sicknesse like a friend my fault would hide , Anne . Is my husband come ? My soule but tarries His ariue and I am fit for heauen . Charles . I came to chide you , but my wordes of hate , Are turnd to pitty and compassionate griefe : I came to rate you , but my bralles you see , Melt into teares , and I must weepe by thee . Enter Frankeford . Here s maister Frankford now . Fran. Good morrow brother , good morrow gentlemen , God that hath laid this crosse vpon our heads , Might had he pleasd haue made our cause of meeting On a more faire and a more contented ground , But he that made vs , made vs to this woe . Anne . And is he come , methinks that voyce I knowe Frank. How do you woman ? Anne . Well , maister Franckford , well : but shall be better I hope within this hower ? will you vouchsafe Out of your grace and your humanity , To take a spotted strumpet by the hand ? Frank. That hand once held my hart in faster bonds Then now t is gripte by me : God pardon them That made vs first breake hold . Anne . Amen , amen , Out of my zeale to heauen whither I am now bound , I was so impudent to wish you here , And once more beg your pardon oh Good man . And father to my children pardon me . Pardon , oh pardon me , my fault so heynous is , That if you in this world forgiue it not , Heauen will not cleare it in the world to come . Faintnesse hath so vsurpt vpon my knees , That kneele I cannot ● but on my harts knees , My prostrate soule lyes throwne downe at your feet , To beg your gracious pardon : pardon , O pardon me . Frank. As freely from the low depth of my soule , As my redeemer hath forgiuen his death , I pardon thee , I will shed teares for thee , Pray with thee , and in meere pitty Of thy weake state , I le wish to die with thee . All . So do we all . Nick. So will not I , I le sigh and sob , but by my faith not dye . Acton Oh maister Frankford all the neere alliance , I loose by her , shall be supplyde in thee , you are my brother by the neerest way , Her kindred hath fallen off , but yours doth stay . Frank. Euen as I hope for pardon at that day , When the great iudge of Heauen in Scarlet sits , So be thou pardoned , though thy rash offence , Diuorsd our bodies , thy repentant teares Vnite our soules . Charles Then comfort mistris Frankford , You see your husband hath forgiuen your fall , Then rouse your spirits , and cheere your fainting soule . Susan . How is it with you ? Acton . How do you feele your selfe ? Anne . Not of this world . Frank. I see you are not , and I weepe to see it , My wife the mother to my pretty Babes , Both those lost names I do restore thee back . And with this kisse I wed thee once againe , Though thou art wounded in thy honord name , And with that griefe vpon thy death-bed liest , Honest in hart , vpon my soule thou diest . Anne . Pardond on earth , soule , thou in heauen art free , Once more thy wife , dyes thus imbracing thee . Frank. New married , and new widdowed , oh shee s dead , And a cold graue must be our Nuptiall bed . Charles Sir be of good comfort , and your heauy sorrow , Part equally amongst vs , stormes deuided Abate their force , and with lesse rage are guided . Cran. Do maister Frankford , he that hath least part , Will find enough to drowne one troubled hart . Acton . Peace with thee Nan : Brothers and Gentlemen , All we that can plead interest in her griefe Bestowe vpon her body funerall teares ; Brother , had you with threats and vsage bad , Punisht her sin , the griefe of her offence Had not with such true sorrow tutcht her hart . Frank. I see it had not , therefore on her graue , I will bestow this funeral Epitaph , Which on her Marble Tombe shall be ingrau'd , In Golden letters shall these words be fild , Heere lies she , whom her husbands kindnesse kild . FINIS .
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●itter I would your praise could find a fitter theame , Then my imperfect beauty to speake su●fice they be , if they my Husband please , They suffice me now I am married , His sweet content I● and Bride-groom both withdrawne at once ? If you be mist , the guests wil doubt their Cheuy-chafe make a match with you , meet me to morrow At Cheuy-chase , Ile flie my Hawke with yours . th●y Yes and stake them downe , Were they fiue hundred they were all my owne . dance● It holds on all sides , come to night lets dance Early to morow lets prepare to ride , We Ie●king Enter Nick and Ierking , Iacks slime , Roger Brickbat With countrie Brickba● Enter Nick and Ierking , Iacks slime , Roger Brickbat With countrie Wenches , and two or three Io●ne Come Nick . take you Ioune , Miniuer to trace withal , Iacke slime Mi●i●er Come Nick . take you Ioune , Miniuer to trace withal , Iacke slime , trauerse Milke-●ale withal , Iacke slime , trauerse you with Sisly Milke-pale , I will take Iane trubkin , & Roger Brikbat ●oote compendious : dancing I possesse not , though I can foote it , yet since I am falne into the hands cal● , that haue ere nowe deserued a Cushion , call for the cushion dance . da●cing They dance , Nick dancing , speakes stately and scuruily , the rest hornes● Wind hornes Enter Sir Charles , Sir Francis Malby , Wend●ll Charles , Sir Francis Malby , Cranwell , Wendoll , Faulkener , and Huntsmen . alof● So : well cast off , aloft , aloft , well flowne : O now she takes g●ts stand stil and checke her , So : ceaze her gets , her lesses , and hir bels . Away ? th●n singles , And her long singles , gript her more than other , The terrials of her legs were staind terri●ls singles , gript her more than other , The terrials of her legs were staind with blood ; Not bu● she did discomfite , Some of her feathers , but she brake away , Come , come , your Hawke huntsm●n them away , killing one of Sir Francis his huntsman . G●d Oh God : a surgion there . w●de murder it hath pierst my hart , And made a wide wound there , but for these scratches , da●ger friends , and wil pursue you , Vnto the vtmost danger of the Law . f●om company is as my eye-ball deere , Being far from you no comfort can be neare : yet flie to n●are deere , Being far from you no comfort can be neare : yet flie to saue your life , what would Bro●her safe , and yet to liue one week , Without my Brother Charles● through euery cheeke My streaming s●lt the midst a Channell ; so my face For two salt water● Brookes , shal still find place . a●prehension the vnwilling instrument Of your attach and apprehension : I am sorrie that the blood of innocent Comapnion content : I am a Gentleman , and by my birth Companion with a King , a Kings no more : I am possest ●e ornament , If man on earth may truely happy be , Of these at once possest : sure I am he w●ll affable and seene in many things , Discourses well , a good companion ; And though of smal h●ard Brings you the strangest newes that ere you heard . ●ttend faire desert , Chuse of my men which shal attend on you , And he is yours , I wil allow you recei●e modesty may wel extend , It is my duty to receiue your friend . Zoun●s I neuer see him but my hart stil earnes , Zounds I could fight with him , yet know not why p●ucke If I plucke off his boots , Ile eat the spurs , And Ienk●n Then Ienkin , come you ? S●sly Sisly . O● young Sir Charles hath sped : Is he acquit , Or must he try the Lawes strict penalty ? pe●nury God forgiue them That are the Authors of my pennury . T●sh shal hold law With your proud aduersaries , Tush , let Franke Acton Wage with Knighthood Acto● your proud aduersaries , Tush , let Franke Acton Wage with Knighthood like expence with me I●e drencht and drownd in red teares of blood . Ile pray , and see if God within my hart Plant meditate● why prayers are meditations , And when I meditate oh God forgiue me It is on her diuine perfections ha●e when I come by chance into hir presence Ile haue these bals vntil my eye-strings cracke , ●ory ingrate , Hast thou the power straite with thy gory hands To rip thy Image from his bleeding mistr●s Because you are my M. and if I haue a mistris , I wold be glad like a good seruant to Zound● estimation , my kind friend , I will not ( Zounds I wil not ) I may chuse , And I wil chose mis●ed may chuse , And I wil chose ? Shall I be so missed ? Or shal I purchase to my fathers crest th●s Are you not well sir , that you seeme thus troubled ? There is sedition in your countenance plesaures , to this sute I was borne To weare rich pleasures Crowne , or fortunes scorne . scorne● weare rich pleasures Crowne , or fortunes scorne . th●n O speake no more For more than this I know and haue recorded Within the pitty● you moue me sir to passion and to pitty▪ ▪ The loue I beare my husband is as pretious asham●d offences noted in their face . I blush and am asham'd , oh maister Wendol Pray God I be not borne hard● Sir , we feed sparing and we labor hard, , We lie vneasie , to reserue to vs . And ei● Was she not faire , or else this Iudging eie Cannot distinguish beauty . k●ow I know it Ienkin : what do you cal the Gentleman here● eat into your wages Ere you haue earnd it : here▪ ▪ sir halfe a crowne , Play the good husband en●ertaind wrongd : sir I haue serud you long , you entertaind me seuen yeares before your beard , you o● through and through my shiuering hart , Drops of cold sweat fit dangling on my haires , Like A● much as my seruice or my life is woorth , Al this I know , but this and more , More by vniust● , When friends and bosome wiues proue so vniust What instance hast thou of this strange repo●t vniust What instance hast thou of this strange report ? beleefe● hast told , He should haue ●●ch ado to winne beleefe In both their loues I am so confident . ●o to winne beleefe In both their loues I am so confident . ●ellowes No more , to supper , and command your fellowes To attend vs and the strangers : not a word eas●d I am dumbe , and now that I haue eas'd my stomacke I wil go fill my stomack s●● They spred a Carpet , set downe lights and Cards . t●ke Sir you must take your lot : to end this strife , I know I fal●e me of my soule , of her chast loue In thy false dealing , thou hast robd my hart , Booty ●hewme for my husband quickly there , It is some rhewme or cold ? saith Now in good faith this Ilnesse you haue got By sitting late catch● No , gentle wife thou● catche cold in thy head , Prethy begone sweet , Frank● Frank ha●h hole is laid with men condemnd , Plenty he hath of nothing but of yrons , And it remaines pla●st Roder was my brothers tennant . Rent free he placst you in that wealthy farme Of which you are busiues there dwelt still for his sake : I haue some busines now , but without doubt They that haue hurld scosfing left al things on this earth vneuen , Their scoffing answeres I wll nere returne , But to my selfe Whi●h store A meanes to furnish you , a bag of gold Which to your hands I freely tender you . disgra●st my name , my face , how should I wo ? I am disgracst in euery thing I do . The more she hates ●recome wil fasten such a kindnes on her , As shal orecome her hate and conquer it . Sir Charles her Monntfords my friends ingrate : Vnthankeful kinsmen , Mountfords al too base To let thy name lie fettered thei● , shame , scandal , and contempt , Attend their couetous thoughts , need make their graues le●t , your shackles I knock off , you are not left so much indebted to vs As for your fees p●ease , Go freely to your house , or where you please , After long miseries , imbrace your ease Compos●d Against such faithful kinsmen : they are all Compos'd of pitty and compassion , Of melting charity ●tom , while I could I kept My haples tidings from his hopeful eare . chan●st know not by what meanes , This happines hath chancst . ●ued void of pitty As chased Beares : I begd , I sued , I kneeld , Laid open al your griefes and Sau●ng should my freedome come , of whom aliue , Sauing of those ; haue I deserud so wel , Gesse Ge●●e Sauing of those ; haue I deserud so wel , Gesse sister , cal to mind , remember me , These d●spife worlds guise Whom rich in honor , they in wo despise . ha●le more distrest in this Then al my troubles : haile me backe , Dubble my yrons , and my sparing him● That this hie bounty should proceed from him▪ ▪ Oh there I loose my selfe , what should Exeu●t Exeunt . ha●e Methinkes sir you might haue that intrest In your wiues brother , to ●now Thats you for one , I know you loue Sir Charles And my wife too well f●olicke sure thou doest , be merry , pleasant , And frolicke it to night : sweet master Cranwell , Do m●ster pleasant , And frolicke it to night : sweet master Cranwell , Do you the like ; wife , I protest lettter Sir heres a letter . whe●es My boots and spurs : where Ienkin ? God forgiue me How I neglect my wi●e God forgiue me How I neglect my busines , wife looke here , I haue a matter to be tride A●xe Anxe . waie● maister Frankeford wil you ride to night ? The waies are dangerous . wi●e No by my faith wife , Ile not trust to that , Tis not such easie pro●es businesse , time , and houres , all gratious proues And are the furtherers to my new borne loue lo●e proues And are the furtherers to my new borne loue . I am husband now in maister Franck fordes i●l Chamber , I am on the sodaine growne exceeding ill , And would be spard from supper . i● their hoe ? See you want nothing sir , for if you do You iniury that good man , and wrong swee● How al conspire To make our bosome sweet and ful intire , Come Nan , I prethy let i● O what a clog vnto the soule is sin , We pale offenders , are stil ful of ●ocond My iocond soule is ioyfull aboue measure , Ile be mist●is My mistris and M. Wendol my maister , sup in her chamber ta●ke Now you talke of a Cat Sisly , I smel a Rat . vill●ny , is there any hurt in this ? God send no villany intended , and if they do sup together , in●ended there any hurt in this ? God send no villany intended , and if they do sup together , pray God da●ke So reach me my darke Lanthorne to the rest , Tread softly , softly La●●●orne So reach me my darke Lanthorne to the rest , Tread softly , softly . ●oule enter , From any sight that may transfix my too , Or if there be so blacke a spectacle , Oh● Oh▪ ▪ oh . li●es backs Vnto a fearefull Iudgement , their two liues Had met vpon my rapier . m●nutes backward Take from the account of time so many minutes Til he had al these seasons cald againe s●ard haue this hand cut off , these my breasts seard , Be rackt , strappadode , put to any torment don● Oh mistris , mistris , what haue you done mistris ? t●e this place , Ashamd to looke my seruants in the face . repa●e delaie , Actons fiue hundred pound backe to repaie . Mo●ntfords shrinke to spend a thousand pound , To giue the Mountfords name so deep a wound hee● but fiue hundred owe , Grant him your bed , heel paid with interest so . chi●●e Will pierce her hart : Oh wonder , that will chuse Rather then staine her bloud , her life hone● My sister , my deere Sister , whose chast honor I prise aboue a Million : here , nay take wres●●d knowne in any former age , Such honorable wrested curtesie , Lands , honors , lines , and forgo● Lands , honors , lines , and all the world forgot Rather then stand ingagde to such a foe de●rely I cannot be so cruell to a Lady I loue so dearely , since you haue not spard To engage your ●oe being your foe , Your honored thoughts , doe thus I recompence Your metamorphisd foe wrongs● your guist In satisfaction of all former wrongs▪ ▪ This Iewell I will weare , here in my you● your house . Now that you haue dispatcht your wife away ? avo●d vnkindnesse , My thoughts are all in Hell , to avoyd which torment I would not haue a Bodkin ●orment thoughts are all in Hell , to avoyd which torment I would not haue a Bodkin or a Cuffe , A Cu●fe which torment I would not haue a Bodkin or a Cuffe , A bracelet , necklace , or Rebato wier best●ad Do as you please how ill am I bestead To be a widower ere my wife be dead . ●●nkin Enter mistris Frankeford , with Ienkin , her maid Sislee , her Coach-man , and S●sl●e mistris Frankeford , with Ienkin , her maid Sislee , her Coach-man , and three Carters . a●ready , you haue watered your Coach with teares already , you haue but two myle now to goe to your tea●es harts , Gird me about , and help me with your teares , To wash my spoted sins , my Lute shall mo●e groue It cannot weepe , but shall lament my mone . w●nd●ll Enter Wendoll . Wend●ll Wendoll . horro● Pursued with horror of a guilty soule , And with the sharpe 〈◊〉 repentance lasht , I flye from my owne shadow : oh my stars What haue my parents in their liues mu●dring And lay it to my treason , or compare My murdring him for his releeuing me , It strikes a se●rch strikes a terror like a lightnings flash , To search my bloud vp : thus I like the Owle Ashamd wroke matter though , Ile do my best good will , To worke a cure on her whom I did kill . ar● sad fortunes , and exclaime on fate , Thou art not for my turne . She●s Shees gone to death , I liue to want and woe , wo● Shees gone to death , I liue to want and woe , Her life , her sins , and all vpon my part● deuine , how euer now deiected My worth and parts being by some great man praisd , At my returne he●d wife , I thinke these troubles Fall on my head , by Iustice of the heauens , For being heaueus troubles Fall on my head , by Iustice of the heauens , For being so strict to you in your extremities y●u Iustice of the heauens , For being so strict to you in your extremities , But we are now attonde extremitie● heauens , For being so strict to you in your extremities , But we are now attonde , I would my sister o `recome would my sister Could with like happinesse , o'recome her griefes , As we Haue ours . ver●ue patience of that gentleman , With what strange vertue he demeanes his griefe . deme●nes that gentleman , With what strange vertue he demeanes his griefe . of● I told you what I was witnesse of▪ ▪ It was my fortune to lodge there that her self● tongue That did corrupt her , she was of her selfe . Chast and deuoted well . Is this the house her● Yes sir , I take it here your sister lies . Les●e In the reuenge of such a loathed crime ; Less then he did , no man of spyrit could do where● aire I pray you . Tell me , oh tell me , wheres maister Frankford ? Will not he daigne to er● Frankford ? Will not he daigne to see me ere I dye ? Frank●ord little higher in my bed . Blush I not maister Frankford ? blush I not sir Charles ? Can you not know● And is he come , methinks that voyce I knowe wh●ther Amen , amen , Out of my zeale to heauen whither I am now bound , I was so impudent to wish i● Pardon , oh pardon me , my fault so heynous is , That if you in this world forgiue it not down● harts knees , My prostrate soule lyes throwne downe at your feet , To beg your gracious pardon all● So do we all▪ ▪ dy● , Ile sigh and sob , but by my faith not dye . loos● maister Frankford all the neere alliance , I loose by her , shall be supplyde in thee , you ar● by her , shall be supplyde in thee , you are my brother by the neerest way , Her kindred br●ther , shall be supplyde in thee , you are my brother by the neerest way , Her kindred hath fallen bodi●s pardoned , though thy rash offence , Diuorsd our bodies , thy repentant teares Vnite our soules repen●ant thy rash offence , Diuorsd our bodies , thy repentant teares Vnite our soules . soule● our bodies , thy repentant teares Vnite our soules . The● Then comfort mistris Frankford , You see your cheer● your fall , Then rouse your spirits , and cheere your fainting soule . f●inting Then rouse your spirits , and cheere your fainting soule . f●el● How do you feele your selfe ? se● I see you are not , and I weepe to see it , My ar● I see you are not , and I weepe to see it , My wife the