Actus
Primi
.
Scoena
Prima
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Belfare
,
and
Isaac
his
man
,
seruants
bringing
in
Prouision
.
Belfare
.
WEll
done
my
Masters
,
yee
bestirre
your selues
,
I
see
we
shall
feast
to morrow
.
Ser.
Your
worship
shall
want
no
Wood-cockes
at
the
Wedding
.
Isa.
Thou
hast
as
many
as
thou
canst
carry
,
and
thirteene
to
the
last
dozen
.
Bel.
Isaac
.
Isa.
Sir
.
Bel.
Haue
you
beene
carefull
,
to
inuite
those
friends
,
you
had
direction
for
?
Isa.
Yes
sir
,
I
haue
beene
a
continuall
motion
euer
since
I
rise
.
I
haue
not
sayd
my
prayers
to day
.
Bel.
We
shall
want
no
guests
then
.
Isa.
I
haue
commanded
most
on
'em
.
Bel.
How
sir
?
Isa.
I
ha'
bid
'em
sir
,
there
's
two
in
my
list
,
will
not
fayle
to
dine
w'
ee
.
Bel.
Who
are
they
?
Isa.
Master
Rawbone
,
the
yong
vsurer
.
Bel.
Oh
hee
s
reported
a
good
Trencher-man
,
He
has
a
tall
stomacke
,
he
shall
be
welcome
.
Isa.
They
say
,
he
has
made
on
Obligation
to
the
Diuell
,
if
euer
he
eate
a
good
meale
at
his
owne
charge
,
his
soule
is
forfeit
.
Bel.
How
does
he
liue
liue
?
Isa.
Vpon
his
mony
sir
.
Bel.
He
does
not
eate
it
.
Isa.
No
the
Diuell
choake
him
,
it
were
a
golden
age
,
if
all
the
Vsurers
in
London
should
ha'
no
other
dyet
;
hee
has
a
thingut
waytes
vpon
him
,
I
thinke
,
one
of
his
bastards
,
be
got
vppon
a
spider
,
I
hope
to
liue
,
to
see
'em
both
drawne
through
a
ring
.
Bel.
Who
is
the
other
?
Isa.
The
other
may
be
knowne
too
,
the
barrell
at
Heidelberg
was
the
patterne
of
his
belly
,
Master
Lodam
sir
.
Bel.
Hee
's
a
great
man
indeede
.
Isa.
Something
giuen
to
the
wast
,
for
he
liues
within
no
reasonable
compasse
I
'm
sure
.
Bel.
They
will
be
well
met
.
Isa.
But
very
ill
matcht
to
draw
a
Coach
,
yet
at
prouender
,
there
wil
be
scarce
an
Oate
betweene
the
leane
jade
,
and
the
fat
Gelding
.
Bel.
How
liues
he
?
Isa.
Religiously
sir
;
for
hee
that
seedes
well
,
must
by
consequence
liue
well
,
hee
holds
none
can
be
dam'd
but
leane
men
,
for
fat
men
he
sayes
must
needes
bee
sau'd
by
the
faith
of
their
body
.
Enter
Mr
Beauford
,
and
Captaine
Landby
.
Bel.
Mr.
Beauford
and
Captayne
Landby
:
Isaac
,
call
forth
my
Daughter
.
Beau.
Sir
Iohn
,
I
hope
you
make
no
stranger
of
me
,
To morrow
,
I
shall
change
my
title
for
Your
sonne
,
soone
as
the
holy
rites
shall
make
me
The
happy
husband
to
your
daughter
,
in
the
meane
time
It
will
become
me
wayte
on
her
.
Bel.
I
possesse
nothing
but
in
trust
for
thee
,
Gratiana
makes
all
thine
.
Cap.
I
shall
presume
to
follow
.
Bel.
Your
friendship
noble
Captaine
to
Mr.
Beauford
,
Makes
your
person
most
welcome
,
Had
you
no
other
merit
,
pray
enter
.
Exe.
Bea.
&
Cap.
Heauen
hath
already
crownd
my
gray
hayres
!
I
liue
to
see
my
daughter
married
To
a
noble
husband
,
the
enuye
of
our
time
,
And
exact
patterne
of
a
Gentleman
,
As
hopefull
as
the
Spring
,
I
am
growne
proud
,
Euen
in
my
age
.
Exit
.
Enter
Marwood
.
Mar.
Dost
heare
sirra
?
Isa.
I
sirra
.
Mar.
Is
Master
Beauford
within
?
Isa.
No
sir
.
Mar.
I
was
inform'd
he
came
hither
,
is
he
not
here
?
Isa.
Yes
sir
.
Mar.
Thou
sayst
he
's
not
within
.
Is.
No
sir
,
but
t
is
very
like
he
wil
be
to morrow
night
sir
.
Mar.
How
is
this
?
Is.
Would
you
haue
him
be
within
before
he
is
married
.
Mar.
Witty
Groome
,
prethee
inuite
him
forth
;
say
here
's
a
friend
Is.
Now
you
talke
of
inuiting
,
I
haue
two
or
three
guests
to
inuite
yet
:
let
me
see
.
Mar.
Why
dost
not
mooue
?
Is.
And
you
make
much
adoe
,
I
le
inuite
you
:
pray
come
to
the
.
Wedding
to morrow
.
Exit
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Belfare
,
Beauford
,
and
Captaine
.
Bel.
T
is
hee
.
Bea.
You
were
my
happy
prospect
from
the
window
,
Coose
you
are
a
most
welcome
guest
.
Bel.
Mr.
Marwood
,
you
haue
beene
a
great
stranger
to
the
City
,
or
my
house
for
the
course
entertaynement
you
receiu'd
,
hath
beene
vnworthy
of
your
visit
.
Mar.
T
was
much
aboue
my
desert
sir
:
Captayne
.
Cap.
I
congratulate
your
returne
.
Bel.
Beauford
,
Gentlemen
enter
my
house
,
And
perfect
your
embraces
there
:
I
lead
the
way
.
Exit
.
Bea.
Pray
follow
.
Mar.
Your
pardon
.
Cap.
We
know
you
haue
other
habit
,
You
were
not
wont
to
affect
ceremony
.
Mar.
&
Bea
whisper
.
Bea.
How
?
Cap.
I
do
not
like
his
present
countenance
,
It
does
threaten
somewhat
;
I
wo'd
not
prophesie
.
Bea.
Good
Captayne
,
Excuse
my
absence
to
our
friends
within
,
I
haue
affayres
concernes
me
with
my
kinsman
,
Which
done
,
we
both
returne
to
wayte
on
'em
.
Cap.
I
shall
sir
.
Bea.
Now
proceed
.
Mar.
We
are
kinsmen
.
Bea.
More
we
are
friends
.
Mar.
And
shal
I
doubt
to
speak
to
Beauford
any
thing
,
My
loue
directs
me
to
?
Bea.
What
needs
this
circumstance
?
Wee
were
not
wont
to
talke
at
such
a
distance
,
You
appeare
wild
.
Ma.
I
haue
beene
wilde
indeede
In
my
vngouernd
youth
,
but
ha'
reclaimd
it
,
And
am
to
laden
with
the
memory
of
former
errours
,
That
I
desire
to
be
confest
.
Bea.
Confest
?
I
am
no
Gostly
father
.
Ma.
But
you
must
heare
,
you
may
absolue
mee
too
:
Bea.
If
thou
hast
any
discontentments
prethee
take
other
time
For
their
discourse
,
I
am
in
expectation
of
Marriage
,
I
would
not
interrupt
my
ioyes
.
Ma.
I
must
require
your
present
hearing
,
A
concernes
vs
both
,
as
neere
as
fame
,
or
life
.
Bea.
Ha!
what
is
it
?
Ma.
Wee
shall
haue
opportunity
at
your
lodging
,
The
streetes
are
populous
and
full
noise
,
So
please
you
walke
,
I
le
wait
one
you
.
Bea.
I
me
your
seruant
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Iustice
Landby
,
and
Milisent
.
Iust.
Milisent
.
Where
's
my
daughter
?
Mil.
In
complement
with
Mr.
Rawbone
,
who
is
newly
entred
sir
.
Iust.
O
there
's
a
peece
of
folly
.
A
thing
made
vp
of
parchment
and
his
bonds
Are
of
more
value
then
his
soule
and
body
,
Were
any
man
the
purchaser
,
onely
wise
In
his
hereditary
trade
of
vsury
,
Vnderstands
nothing
but
a
scriuener
,
As
if
he
were
created
for
no
vse
But
to
grow
rich
with
intrest
,
to
his
ignorance
,
He
ha's
the
gift
,
of
being
impudent
,
What
will
he
grow
to
,
if
he
liue
,
that
is
So
young
a
monster
?
Mil.
With
your
fauour
sir
If
you
hold
no
better
opinion
of
this
Citizen
It
puzles
,
mee
why
you
inuite
him
,
to
your
house
And
entertainement
,
he
pretending
affection
to
your
daughter
,
Pardon
me
sir
if
I
seeme
bold
.
Iust.
As
some
men
Milisent
Do
suffer
spiders
in
their
Chamber
,
while
They
count
them
profitable
vermine
.
Mil.
But
he
's
most
like
to
scatter
poyson
sir
,
Your
fame
is
precious
,
and
your
family
Not
mingling
with
corrupted
streames
,
hath
like
An
entire
Riuer
,
still
maintayn'd
his
current
Chast
,
and
delightfull
.
Iust.
Sha't
receiue
my
bosome
,
I
le
sooner
match
her
with
an
Ethiope
,
Then
giue
consent
,
she
should
disgrace
our
blood
;
And
herein
I
but
trye
her
strength
of
iudgement
In
giuing
him
accesse
;
if
she
haue
lost
Remembrance
of
her
birth
,
and
generous
thoughts
,
She
suck'd
from
her
dead
mother
,
with
my
care
I
le
striue
to
reinforce
her
natiue
goodnesse
,
Or
quite
diuorse
her
from
my
blood
:
and
Milisent
I
le
vse
your
vigilance
.
Mil.
Sir
command
.
Iust.
I
will
,
Not
vrge
how
I
receiu'd
you
first
a
stranger
,
Nor
the
condition
of
your
life
,
with
me
,
Aboue
the
nature
of
a
seruant
,
to
Obliege
your
faith
:
I
haue
obserued
thee
honest
.
Mil.
You
are
full
of
noble
thoughts
.
Iust.
Though
I
suspect
not
The
obedience
of
my
daughter
,
yet
her
youth
Is
apt
to
erre
,
let
me
employ
your
eye
Vpon
her
still
,
and
receiue
knowledge
from
you
,
How
she
dispenceth
fauours
,
you
shall
binde
My
loue
the
stronger
to
you
.
Mil.
Sir
,
I
shall
be
ambitions
to
deserue
your
fauour
Withall
the
duties
of
a
seruant
,
and
I
doubt
not
,
but
your
Daughter
is
so
full
Of
conscience
,
and
care
in
the
conformity
Of
her
desires
to
your
will
,
I
shall
Inrich
my
sight
with
obseruation
,
And
make
my
intelligence
happy
.
Enter
Cameleon
.
Iust.
How
now
:
what
's
he
?
Mil.
T
is
Mr.
Rawbones
squire
.
Cam.
Pray
is
not
my
Masters
worship
here
?
Iust.
Your
Masters
worship
!
What
's
that
,
his
Spaniell
?
Cam.
No
sir
,
but
a
thing
that
does
follow
him
.
Iust.
In
what
likenesse
,
I
hope
he
does
not
conuerse
with
spirits
.
Cam.
Hee
le
not
entertayne
an
Angell
,
But
he
will
weigh
him
first
,
indeede
I
am
all
the
spirits
that
belong
to
him
.
Mil.
So
I
thinke
,
but
none
of
his
familiar
.
Iust.
What
's
thy
name
?
Cam.
Cameleon
.
Iust.
Good
;
didst
euer
eate
?
Cam.
Yes
once
.
Iust.
And
then
thou
caught'st
a
surfeit
,
thou
couldst
nere
endure
meate
since
:
wer
't
euer
christned
.
Cam.
Yes
twice
,
first
in
my
infancy
,
And
the
last
time
about
a
yeare
agoe
,
When
I
should
haue
beene
prentise
to
an
Anabaptist
.
Iust.
Does
thy
Master
loue
thee
?
Cam.
Yes
,
for
,
and
I
would
gold
I
might
haue
it
,
But
my
stomacke
would
better
digest
beefe
,
or
mutton
,
If
there
be
any
such
things
in
nature
.
Mil.
Here
is
his
Master
sir
,
and
Mistris
Iane
.
Enter
Rawbone
,
and
Iane
.
Raw.
How
now
Cameleon
,
hast
din'd
?
Cam.
Yes
sir
,
I
had
a
delicate
fresh
ayre
to
dinner
.
Raw.
And
yet
thou
lookst
as
thou
hadst
eate
nothing
this
se'night
,
here
prouide
me
a
Capon
,
and
halfe
a
dozen
of
Pidgeons
to
supper
,
and
when
will
your
worship
come
home
,
and
tast
my
Hospitality
.
Ian.
When
you
please
sir
,
Raw.
Yet
now
I
thinke
on
't
,
I
must
feede
more
sparingly
.
Ian.
More
liberally
in
my
opinion
.
Raw.
Would
not
any body
in
the
world
thinke
so
?
did
you
euer
see
two
such
eare-wigges
as
my
man
and
I
:
doe
wee
not
looke
like
.
Ian.
I
thinke
the
picture
of
eyther
o'
your
faces
in
a
ring
,
with
a
Memento
mors
,
would
be
as
sufficient
a
mortification
,
as
lying
with
an
Anotomy
.
Raw.
The
reason
why
wee
are
so
leane
and
consum'd
,
is
nothing
,
but
eating
too
much
:
Cameleon
now
I
thinke
on
't
,
let
the
Pygeons
alone
,
the
Capon
will
bee
enough
for
thee
and
I
.
Cam.
The
rumpe
would
last
vs
a
se'night
.
Raw.
I
tell
you
forsooth
,
I
ha
brought
my selfe
so
low
,
with
a
great
dyet
,
that
I
must
be
temperate
,
or
the
Doctor
sayes
there
's
no
way
but
one
wo
'me
.
Cam.
That
's
not
the
way
of
all
flesh
I
'm
sure
.
Raw.
It
is
a
shame
to
say
,
what
we
eate
euery
day
.
Ian.
I
thinke
so
.
Cam.
By
this
hand
:
if
it
would
beare
an
oath
:
wee
haue
had
nothing
this
two
dayes
but
halfe
a
Larke
;
which
by
a
mis-chance
the
Cat
had
kild
too
,
the
Cage
being
open
:
I
will
prouide
my
belly
another
Master
.
Iust.
Now
I
le
interrupt
em
Master
Rawbone
.
Raw.
I
hope
your
Worship
will
repinie
my
boldnesse
,
T
is
out
of
loue
to
your
daughter
.
Iust.
Sir
,
I
haue
a
businesse
to
you
,
a
friend
of
mine
vpon
some
necessity
would
take
vp
a
hundred
pounds
.
Raw.
I
le
pawne
some
ounces
to
pleasure
him
.
Iust.
It
is
more
friendly
sayd
then
I
expected
.
Raw.
So
he
bring
me
good
security
,
some
three
or
Foure
,
or
fiue
sufficient
and
able
Citizens
,
for
Mortalities
sake
,
I
le
lend
it
him
.
Iust.
Will
you
not
take
an
honest
mans
word
.
Raw.
Few
words
to
the
wise
,
I
will
take
any
mans
word
to
owe
me
a
hundred
pound
,
but
not
a
Lords
to
pay
me
fifty
.
Iust.
Well
:
t
is
curtesie
.
Raw.
He
shall
pay
nothing
to
me
but
lawfull
consideration
from
time
to
time
,
beside
the
charges
of
th'
ensealing
,
because
he
is
your
friend
.
Iust.
This
is
extreamity
,
can
you
require
more
?
Raw.
More
?
what
's
eight
in
the
hundred
to
me
?
my
Scriuenes
knowes
,
I
haue
taken
forty
and
fifty
in
the
hundred
vijs̄
and
modis
of
my
owne
kins-men
,
when
they
were
in
necessity
.
Iust.
I
apprehend
the
fauour
.
Enter
Isaac
.
How
now
Isaac
?
Is.
My
master
commends
his
loue
to
you
sir
,
and
does
desire
your
presence
together
with
your
Daughter
and
Nephew
,
at
the
arraignement
of
my
young
mistresse
to morrow
.
Iust.
How
knaue
?
Is.
Shee
is
to
be
married
or
arraign'd
,
i
th'
morning
,
and
at
night
to
suffer
execution
and
loose
her
head
.
Iust.
Returne
our
thankes
,
and
say
wee
'le
waite
vppon
the
Bride
Iane
.
Exeunt
Iustice
and
Iane
.
Is.
Deare
Master
Rawbone
,
I
doe
beseech
you
bee
at
these
Sessions
.
Raw.
Thou
didst
inuite
me
before
.
Is.
I
know
it
,
but
our
Cocke
has
a
great
minde
,
that
sentence
should
likewise
passe
vppon
the
roast
,
the
boyld
,
and
the
bak'd
,
and
hee
feares
vnlesse
you
be
a
Commissioner
,
the
meate
will
hardly
bee
condemn'd
to morrow
,
so
that
I
can
neuer
often
enough
desire
your
stomacke
to
remember
,
you
will
come
.
Raw.
Dost
thinke
I
won't
keepe
my
word
?
Is.
Alas
,
wee
haue
nothing
,
but
good
cheere
to
entertayne
you
,
I
beseech
you
sir
howsoeuer
to
feast
with
us
,
though
you
goe
away
after
dinner
.
Raw.
There
's
my
hand
—
Isa.
I
thanke
you
.
Raw.
Is
master
Iustice
gone
,
and
mistresse
Iane
too
?
follow
me
Cameleon
.
I
le
take
my
leaue
when
I
come
agen
.
Mil.
Isaac
.
Isa.
My
little
wit
,
thou
wo't
come
with
thy
master
tomorrow
,
I
le
reserue
a
bottle
of
wine
to
warme
thy
sconce
.
Mil.
I
cannot
promise
.
Isa.
If
I
durst
stay
three
minutes
,
I
would
venture
a
cup
with
thee
irh'
buttery
,
but
t
is
a
busie
time
at
home
:
Farewell
Milisent
.
Exit
.
Mil.
Marriage
as
much
ioy
waite
vpon
the
Bride
,
As
the
remembrance
of
it
brings
me
sorrow
,
A
woman
has
vndone
me
,
when
I
dye
A
Coffin
will
enclose
this
misery
.
Exit
.
Enter
Beauford
and
Marwood
.
Beau.
You
prepare
me
for
some
wonder
.
Mar.
I
doe
:
And
ere
I
come
to
the
period
of
my
Story
,
Your
vnderstanding
will
admire
.
Beau.
Teach
my
soule
the
way
.
Mar.
I
am
not
Cose
i
th'
number
of
those
friends
Come
to
congratulate
your
present
marriage
.
Beau.
Ha
?
Mar.
I
am
no
flatterer
,
the
blood
you
carry
Doth
warme
my
veines
,
yet
could
nature
be
Forgetfull
and
remoue
it self
,
the
loue
I
owe
your
merit
,
doth
oblige
me
,
to
Relation
of
a
truth
which
else
would
fire
My
bosome
with
concealement
.
I
am
come
To
deuide
your
soule
,
rauish
all
your
pleasures
,
Poyson
the
very
ayre
maintaynes
your
breathing
,
You
must
not
marry
.
Beau.
Must
not
?
though
as
I
Am
mortall
I
may
be
compeld
within
A
payre
of
minutes
to
turne
ashes
,
yet
My
soule
already
Bride-groome
to
her
vertue
,
Shall
laugh
at
Death
that
would
vnmarry
vs
,
And
call
her
mine
eternally
.
Mar.
Death
is
A
mockery
to
that
diuorce
I
bring
,
Come
you
must
not
loue
her
.
Beau,
Did
I
hope
thou
couldst
Giue
me
a
reason
,
I
would
aske
one
.
Mar.
Do
not
,
I
will
too
soone
arriue
,
and
make
you
curse
Your
knowledge
,
couldst
exchange
thy
temper
for
An
angels
,
at
the
hearing
of
this
reason
,
'T
would
make
you
passionate
,
and
turne
man
agen
.
Beau.
Can
there
be
reason
for
a
sinne
so
great
,
As
changing
my
affection
from
Gratiana
?
Name
it
,
and
reach
me
how
to
be
a
monster
,
For
I
must
loose
humanity
,
oh
Marwood
,
Thou
leadst
me
into
a
Wildernesse
,
she
is
—
Mar.
False
,
sinnefull
,
a
blacke
soule
she
has
.
Bea.
Thou
hast
a
hell
about
thee
,
and
thy
language
Speakes
thee
a
Diuell
,
that
to
blast
her
innocence
Dost
belch
these
vapours
:
to
say
thou
lyest
,
Were
to
admit
,
thou
hast
but
made
in
this
A
humane
errour
,
when
thy
sinne
hath
aym'd
The
fall
of
goodnesse
.
Gratiana
false
?
The
snow
shall
turne
a
Salamander
first
And
dwell
in
fire
;
the
ayre
retreate
,
and
leaue
An
emptinesse
in
nature
,
angels
bee
Corrupt
,
and
brib'd
by
mortals
sell
their
charity
Her
innocence
is
such
,
that
wert
thou
Marwood
For
this
offence
condemn'd
to
lodge
in
flames
,
It
would
for
euer
cure
thy
burning
feauer
,
If
with
thy
sorrow
thou
procure
her
shed
One
teare
vpon
thee
,
now
,
thou
art
lost
for
euer
,
And
arm'd
thus
,
though
with
thousand
furies
guarded
,
I
reach
thy
heart
.
Drawes
:
Mar
Stay
Beauford
,
Since
you
dare
be
so
confident
of
her
chastity
Heare
me
conclude
,
I
bring
no
idle
fable
Patcht
vp
betweene
suspition
,
and
report
Of
scandalous
tongues
,
my
eares
were
no
assurance
To
conuince
me
without
my
eyes
.
Bea.
What
horror
!
Be
more
particular
:
Mar.
I
did
prophesie
,
That
it
would
come
to
this
,
for
I
haue
had
A
tedious
strugling
with
my
nature
,
but
The
name
of
friend
ore-ballanc'd
the
exception
:
Forgiue
me
Ladies
,
that
my
loue
to
man
Hath
power
to
make
me
guilty
of
such
language
,
As
with
it
,
must
betray
a
womans
honour
:
Bea.
You
torture
me
,
be
briefe
.
Mar.
Then
,
though
it
carry
shame
to
the
reporters
,
Forgiue
me
heauen
,
and
witnesse
an
vnwelcome
truth
.
Bea.
Stay
,
I
am
too
hasty
for
the
knowledge
Of
something
thou
prepar'st
for
my
destruction
,
May
I
not
thinke
what
t
is
,
and
kill
my selfe
?
Or
at
least
by
degrees
,
with
apprehending
Some
strange
thing
done
,
infect
my
fancy
with
Opinion
first
,
and
so
dispose
my selfe
To
death
?
I
cannot
,
when
I
thinke
of
Gratiana
I
enterrayne
a
heauen
:
the
worst
,
I
le
heare
it
.
Mar.
It
will
enlarge
it selfe
too
soone
,
receiue
it
;
I
haue
enioyd
her
.
Bea.
Whom
?
Mar.
Gratiana
sinnefully
,
before
your
loue
Made
she
and
you
acquainted
.
Bea.
Ha
?
th'
ast
kept
thy
word
thou
canst
so
poison
all
My
comfort
.
Mar.
Your
friendship
I
ha
preferred
To
my
owne
fame
,
and
but
to
saue
you
from
A
lasting
shipwrack
,
noble
Beauford
,
thinke
It
should
haue
rotted
here
,
she
that
will
part
With
Virgin
honour
,
nere
should
wed
the
heart
.
Bea.
Was
euer
woman
good
,
and
Gratiana
Vitious
?
lost
to
honour
?
at
the
instant
When
I
expected
all
my
Haruest
ripe
.
The
golden
Summer
tempting
me
to
reape
The
well
growne
eares
,
comes
an
impetuous
storme
Destroyes
an
ages
hope
in
a
short
minute
,
And
lets
me
liue
,
the
copy
of
mans
frailty
:
Surely
,
some
one
of
all
the
female
sexe
,
Engrost
the
vertues
,
and
fled
hence
to
Heauen
,
Left
woman-kind
dissemblers
.
Mar.
Sir
,
make
vse
Of
reason
,
t
is
a
knowledge
should
reioyce
you
,
Since
it
does
teach
you
to
preserue
your selfe
.
Bea.
Enioyd
Gratiana
sinnefully
,
t
is
a
sound
Able
to
kill
with
horror
;
it
infects
The
very
aire
,
I
see
it
like
a
mist
Dwell
round
about
,
that
I
could
vncreate
My selfe
,
or
be
forgotten
,
no
remembrance
That
euer
I
lou'd
woman
:
I
haue
no
Genius
left
to
instruct
me
—
it
growes
late
:
Within
—
Waite
o'
my
kinsman
to
his
Chamber
,
I
shall
desire
your
rest
,
pray
giue
me
leaue
To
thinke
a
little
—
Mar.
Cosen
:
I
repent
I
haue
beene
so
open
breasted
,
since
you
make
This
seuere
vse
on
't
,
and
afflict
your
minde
With
womanish
sorrow
,
I
haue
but
caution'd
you
Against
a
danger
,
out
of
my
true
friendship
:
Prosper
me
goodnesse
as
my
ends
are
noble
:
Good-night
,
collect
your selfe
,
and
be
a
man
.
Exit
.
Bea.
And
why
may
not
a
kinsman
be
a
Vilaine
?
Perhaps
he
loues
Gratiana
,
and
enuying
My
happinesse
,
doth
now
traduce
her
chastity
To
find
this
out
,
time
will
allow
but
narrow
Limits
:
His
last
words
bad
me
be
a
man
.
A
man
?
yes
I
haue
my
soule
,
t'does
not
become
A
manly
resolution
to
be
tame
thus
,
And
giue
vp
the
opinion
of
his
mistresse
For
one
mans
accusat
on
;
—
ha
:
i
th'
morning
?
Proper
.
Yes
Marwood
I
will
be
a
man
:
His
sword
,
shall
eyther
make
past
the
sence
Of
this
affliction
.
or
mine
enforce
A
truth
from
him
,
if
thou
beest
wrongd
Gratiana
I
le
ye
thy
Martyr
,
but
if
false
,
in
this
I
gayne
to
dye
,
not
liue
a
sacrifice
.
Exit
.
Actus
Secundi
.
Scena
Prima
.
Enter
Cardona
,
and
Isaac
.
Car.
To
the
Taylors
man
,
runne
.
Isa.
To
the
Taylors
man
,
Why
not
to
his
master
?
Car.
The
Wedding
cloathes
not
brought
Home
yet
,
fie
,
fie
.
Isa.
W'o
would
trust
of
womans
Taylor
,
take
measure
so
long
before
of
a
Gentle-woman
,
and
not
bring
home
his
commodity
,
there
's
no
conscience
in
't
.
Car.
The
arrant
Shoe-maker
too
.
Isa.
Master
Hide
,
is
not
he
,
come
yet
I
cald
vppon
him
yester-day
,
to
make
hast
of
my
Mistresses
shoes
,
and
he
told
me
,
he
was
about
the
vpper
leather
,
he
would
be
at
her
heeles
presently
,
I
left
his
foot
in
the
stirrop
,
I
thought
he
would
haue
rid
post
after
me
.
Car.
Prethee
Isaac
,
make
hast
,
how
tedious
th'
art
,
hast
not
thou
beene
there
yet
.
Isa.
Oh
yes
,
and
here
agen
,
de'
e
not
see
me
,
you
are
so
light
your selfe
.
Car.
As
thou
goest
,
call
vpon
Cod
the
Perfumer
,
tell
him
he
vses
vs
sweetly
,
has
not
brought
home
the
gloues
yet
.
—
and
dost
heare
?
when
th'
art
at
the
Peacocke
remember
to
call
for
the
sprig
,
by
the
same
token
I
left
my
fanne
to
be
mended
:
—
and
dost
heare
?
when
th'
art
there
,
t
is
but
a
little
out
of
the
way
,
to
runne
to
the
Diuell
,
and
bid
the
Vintener
make
hast
with
the
runlets
of
Claret
,
we
shall
ha
no
time
to
burne
it
.
Isa.
You
need
not
if
it
come
from
Diuell
,
me-thinkes
that
Wine
should
burne
it selfe
.
Car.
Runne
I
prethee
.
Isa.
Taylors
,
Shoe-makers
,
Perfumers
,
Feather-makers
,
and
the
Diuell
and
all
,
what
a
many
occupations
does
a
woman
runne
through
,
before
she
is
married
.
Exit
.
Car.
Fye
vpon
't
what
a
perplexity
is
about
a
Wedding
,
I
might
haue
beene
thus
troubled
for
a
child
of
my
owne
,
if
good
lucke
had
seru'd
.
—
Within
.
Cardona
.
Car.
I
come
Lady-bird
.
Exit
.
Enter
Beauford
and
Marwood
.
Mar.
Was
this
your
purpose
.
Bea,
This
place
of
all
the
Park
affords
most
priuacy
.
Nature
has
plac'd
the
trees
to
imitate
A
Roman
Amphitheater
.
Mar.
We
must
be
the
sword-players
.
Bea.
Draw
,
imagine
all
These
trees
were
Cypresse
,
the
companions
of
Our
funerall
,
for
one
or
both
must
go
To
a
darke
habitation
,
me-thinkes
We
two
,
are
like
to
some
vnguided
men
,
That
hauing
wandred
all
the
day
in
a
Wild
vnknowne
path
,
at
night
walke
downe
into
A
hollow
grot
,
a
caue
which
neuer
Starre
Durst
looke
into
,
made
in
contempt
of
light
By
nature
,
which
the
Moone
did
neuer
yet
Be-friend
with
any
melancholy
beame
:
Oh
Cosen
thou
hast
led
me
,
where
I
neuer
Shall
see
day
moue
.
Mar.
This
is
the
way
to
make
it
A
night
indeede
,
but
if
you
recollect
Your selfe
,
I
brought
you
beames
to
let
you
see
The
horror
of
that
darknesse
you
are
going
to
,
By
marrying
with
Gratiana
.
Bea.
That
name
Awakes
my
resolution
,
consume
not
Thy
breath
too
idly
,
th'
ast
but
a
small
time
For
th'
use
om
't
,
eyther
employ
it
in
the
vnsaying
Thy
wrong
to
Gratiana
,
or
thou
hastens
Thy
last
minute
.
Mar.
I
must
tell
Beauford
them
,
He
is
vngratefull
to
returne
so
ill
My
friendship
,
haue
I
vnder-valued
My
shame
in
the
relation
of
a
truth
,
To
make
the
man
I
woo'd
preserue
,
my
enemy
:
Why
dost
thou
tempt
thy
destiny
with
so
Much
sinne
?
dost
thinke
I
were
a
sword
I
dare
Not
manage
?
or
that
I
can
be
inforc'd
To
a
reuolt
?
I
am
no
Rebell
Beauford
:
Againe
I
must
confirme
Gratianaes
honour
Stain'd
,
the
treasures
of
her
chastity
Rifled
,
and
lost
,
t
was
my
vnhappinesse
To
haue
added
that
,
vnto
my
other
sinnes
i
th'
wildnesse
of
my
blood
,
which
thou
mayst
punish
.
Bea.
Thou
hast
repeated
,
but
the
same
in
Substance
touching
Gratiana
.
Mar.
Truth
is
euer
constant
Remaines
vpon
her
square
,
firme
,
and
vnshaken
.
Beau.
If
what
thou
hast
affirm'd
be
true
,
why
should
We
fight
,
be
cruell
to
our selues
,
indanger
Our
eternity
,
for
the
errour
of
One
frayle
woman
?
let
our
swords
expect
A
nobler
cause
.
What
man
hath
such
assurance
In
any
womans
faith
,
that
he
should
runne
A
desperate
hazard
of
his
soule
?
I
know
Women
are
not
borne
angels
,
but
created
With
passion
and
temper
like
to
vs
,
And
men
are
apt
to
erre
,
and
louse
themselues
Caught
with
the
soule
of
wanton
beauty
,
fetterd
Euen
with
their
mistresses
haire
Mar.
I
like
this
well
.
aside
.
Beau.
He
has
a
handsome
presence
and
discourse
,
Two
subtle
charmes
to
tempt
a
womans
frailty
,
Who
must
be
gouern'd
by
their
eye
or
eare
To
loue
,
beside
my
kinsman
hath
beene
taxt
.
For
being
too
prompt
in
wantonnesse
,
this
confirmes
it
Then
farwell
woman
kind
.
Mar.
This
does
become
you
.
Bea.
Why
should
we
fight
,
our
letting
blood
wo'not
Cure
her
,
and
make
her
honour
white
agen
:
We
are
friends
,
repent
thy
sinne
,
and
marry
her
.
Mar.
Whom
?
Beau.
Gratiana
.
Mar.
How
Sir
,
marry
her
?
Bea.
Why
canst
tho
adde
to
it
another
crime
,
By
a
refusing
to
repayre
the
ruines
Of
that
chast
temple
,
thou
hadst
violated
?
Her
Virgin
tapers
are
by
thee
extinct
,
No
odour
of
her
chastity
,
which
once
Gaue
a
perfume
to
Heauen
,
and
and
did
refresh
Her
innocent
soule
,
they
that
haue
spoyld
virginity
,
Do
halfe
restore
the
treasures
they
tooke
thence
By
sacred
marriage
.
Mar.
Marriage
,
with
whom
?
Bea.
Gratiana
.
Mar.
Should
I
marry
a
whore
?
Bea.
Thou
lyest
,
and
with
a
guilt
vpon
thy
soule
,
Able
to
sinke
thee
to
damnation
,
drawes
againe
.
I
le
send
thee
hence
;
a
whore
?
what
woman
Was
euer
bad
enough
to
deserue
that
name
?
Salute
some
natiue
fury
,
or
a
wretch
Condemn'd
already
to
hells
tortures
by
it
,
Not
Gratiana
;
th'
ast
awakned
iustice
,
And
giuen
it
eyes
to
see
thy
treachery
,
The
depth
of
thy
malicious
heart
,
that
word
,
hath
Dis-inchanted
me
.
Mar.
Are
you
serious
?
Bea.
How
haue
I
fin'd
in
my
credulity
'Gainst
vertue
,
all
this
while
?
what
charme
bound
vp
My
vnderstanding
part
,
I
should
admit
A
possibility
,
for
her
to
carry
So
blacke
a
soule
;
though
all
her
sexe
beside
Had
fallen
from
their
creation
?
thou
hast
Not
life
enough
to
forfeit
,
what
an
aduantage
To
fame
and
goodnesse
had
beene
lost
.
Mar.
Will
you
fight
?
Beau.
Wert
thou
defenc'd
with
circular
fire
,
more
Subtle
then
the
lightning
,
that
I
knew
would
rauish
My
heart
,
and
marrow
from
me
,
yet
I
should
Neglect
the
danger
,
and
but
singly
arm'd
,
Flye
to
reuenge
thy
calumny
:
a
whore
—
come
on
sir
.
Th'
art
wounded
:
ha
?
Fight
.
Mar.
Mortally
,
flye
Beauford
,
saue
thy selfe
,
I
hasten
to
the
dead
.
Beau.
Oh
stay
a
while
,
or
thou
wilt
loose
vs
both
,
Thy
wound
I
cannot
call
backe
,
now
there
is
No
dallying
with
heauen
,
but
thou
pulst
on
thee
Double
confusion
,
leaue
a
truth
behind
thee
,
As
thou
wouldst
hope
rest
to
thy
parting
soule
,
Hast
thou
not
wrong'd
Gratiana
?
Mar.
Yes
,
in
my
lust
,
but
not
in
my
report
,
Take
my
last
breath
,
I
sinfully
enioy'd
her
,
One
hollows
within
.
Gratiana
is
a
blotted
peece
of
alablaster
:
Farewell
least
some
betray
thee
,
heauen
forgiue
My
offence
,
as
I
do
freely
pardon
thine
.
Beau.
I
cannot
long
suruiue
,
—
Is
there
no
hope
thou
maist
recouer
?
Mar.
Oh!
Beau.
Farewell
for
euer
then
,
with
thy
short
breath
May
all
thy
ills
conclude
,
mine
but
beginne
To
muster
,
life
and
I
shall
quickly
part
,
I
feele
a
sorrow
will
breake
Beaufords
heart
.
Exit
.
Enter
Keeper
and
Seruant
.
Ser.
There
are
Cony-stealers
abroad
sir
.
Keeper
.
These
whorson
Rabbet
suckers
Will
nere
leaue
the
ground
.
Ser.
In
my
walke
last
night
,
I
frighted
some
on
em
.
Pox
a
these
vermin
,
would
they
were
all
destroy'd
.
Keeper
.
So
we
may
chance
to
keepe
no
Deere
.
Ser.
Why
so
?
Kee.
An
old
Cony
stops
a
knaues
mouth
somtimes
.
That
else
would
be
gaping
for
Venison
.
Mar.
Oh
.
Keeper
.
Whos
's
that
?
Seruant
.
Here
's
a
Gentle-man
wounded
.
Keeper
.
Ha
?
Seruant
.
He
has
bled
much
.
Keeper
.
How
came
you
hurt
sir
?
no
,
Not
speake
?
if
he
be
not
past
hope
,
let
vs
Carry
him
to
my
lodge
,
my
wife
is
a
Peece
of
a
Surgeon
,
has
beene
fortunate
In
some
cures
:
teare
a
peece
of
thy
shirt
Raph
,
To
bind
his
wound
quickly
:
—
so
,
so
,
alas
Poore
Gentle-man
,
he
may
hue
to
be
drest
,
and
tell
Who
has
done
this
mis-fortune
:
gently
Exe.
carry
him
in
.
Honest
Raph
,
he
has
some
breath
yet
:
Would
I
had
my
blood-hound
here
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Belfare
Iustice
Landby
,
and
his
daughter
Iane
,
Isaac
waiting
.
Bel.
Y'
are
welcome
Mr
Landby
,
and
mistresse
Iane
.
Where
's
the
young
Captayn
sir
your
Nephew
?
Iust
He
went
betimes
to
waite
vpon
the
Bridgroome
.
Bel.
They
are
inseperable
friends
,
as
they
had
Diuided
hearts
,
they
both
are
glad
,
when
eyther
Meete
a
good
fortune
.
Iane
.
I
le
be
bold
to
see
your
daughter
.
Bel.
Do
mistresse
Iane
,
she
has
Her
maides
blush
yet
,
she
'le
make
you
amends
for
this
,
And
ere
't
be
long
I
hope
'
dance
at
your
wedding
.
Exit
Iane
.
Iust.
I
wish
you
many
ioyes
sir
by
this
marriage
:
Your
daughter
ha
made
discreet
election
,
She
'le
haue
a
hopefull
Gentle-man
.
Bel.
Master
Landby
,
It
would
refresh
my
age
to
see
her
fruitful
to
him
,
I
should
finde
a
blessing
for
a
young
Beauford
,
and
be
glad
to
dandle
him
,
the
First
newes
of
a
boy
borne
by
my
daughter
Would
set
me
backe
seauen
yeares
:
O
Master
Landby
,
Old
men
do
neuer
truely
doate
,
vntill
Their
children
bring
em
babies
.
Enter
Mr.
Rawbone
,
and
Hauer
as
his
seruant
.
Isa.
Master
Rawbone
,
I
le
be
bold
to
present
you
With
a
peece
of
Rose-mary
,
we
ha
such
cheere
.
Raw.
Honest
Isaac
.
Isa.
Pray
do
you
belong
to
Master
Rawbone
?
Hau
Yes
sir
.
Isa.
You
haue
eate
something
in
your
dayes
.
Hau.
Why
prethee
?
Isa
Nothing
,
nothing
,
D'
ee
vnderstand
nothing
,
you
shall
eate
nothing
:
Vnlesse
some
Benefactors
like
my
master
,
In
pitty
of
your
bellies
once
a
yeare
Do
warme
it
with
a
dinner
,
you
must
neuer
Hope
to
see
rost
,
of
sod
;
he
has
within
This
twelue month
to
my
knowledge
Made
seauen
men
immortall
.
Hau.
How
?
Isa.
Yes
,
he
has
made
spirits
on
em
,
And
they
haunt
such
mens
houses
as
my
masters
,
Spirits
ath
'
buttery
,
let
me
counsell
yee
To
cram
your
corpes
to day
,
for
by
his
Almanacke
There
's
a
long
Lent
a
comming
.
Bel.
Neuer
see
me
,
But
when
you
are
inuited
.
Raw.
'Las
I
had
Rather
eate
a
peece
of
cold
Capon
at
home
,
Than
be
troublesome
abroad
.
I
hope
forsooth
Mistresse
Iane
is
as
she
shud
be
.
Iust
She
is
in
health
:
Bel.
Y
'aue
a
fresh
seruant
master
Rawbone
,
A
proper
fellow
,
and
maintaines
himselfe
Hansomely
.
Raw.
And
he
wod
not
ha
maintain'd
Himselfe
,
I
had
neuer
entertaind
him
.
Isa.
Where
's
Cameleon
?
Raw.
I
ha
preferr'd
him
Isaac
.
Isa.
How
?
Raw.
Turnd
him
away
last
night
,
And
tooke
this
stripling
.
Enter
Captaine
.
Cap.
Morrow
sir
Iohn
,
where
is
the
early
Bridegroom
?
Iust.
Came
not
you
from
him
?
Bel.
We
expect
him
sir
,
euery
minute
.
Cap.
Not
yet
come
?
his
seruants
told
me
He
went
abroad
before
the
morning
blusht
.
Rel.
We
ha
not
seene
him
,
pray
heauen
He
be
in
health
.
Cap.
I
wonder
at
his
absence
.
Raw.
Captayne
Landby
,
young
man
of
war
,
I
do
Salute
thee
with
a
broad-side
.
Cap.
D'
ee
heare
,
they
Say
you
come
a woing
to
my
Cosen
,
That
day
you
marry
her
,
I
le
cut
your
throate
,
Keep
't
to
your selfe
.
Hau.
Thou
art
a
noble
fellow
;
things
may
prosper
.
Cap.
You
come
hither
to
wish
God
giue
em
ioy
now
.
Raw.
Yes
marry
do
I
.
Cap.
You
do
lye
,
you
come
to
Scoure
your
durty
maw
with
the
good
cheere
,
Which
will
be
dam'd
in
your
leane
Barathrum
,
That
kitchin-stuffe
deuourer
.
Raw.
Why
shud
you
Say
so
Captaine
?
my
belly
did
nere
thinke
You
any
harme
.
Cap.
When
it
does
vomit
vp
thy
heart
I
le
prayse
it
,
in
the
meane
time
would
Euery
bit
thou
eatst
to day
,
were
steept
In
Aqua
fortis
.
Raw.
What
is
that
Iasper
?
Hau.
It
is
strong
water
.
Raw.
Noble
Captayne
,
thankes
yfaith
hartily
:
I
was
afraid
you
had
beene
angry
.
Cap.
I
le
ha
thee
sow'd
vp
in
a
Mony-bagge
,
and
boyld
to
ielly
.
Raw.
You
shall
ha
me
at
your
seruice
,
And
my
bags
too
,
vpon
good
security
:
Is
not
this
better
then
quarrelling
,
Iasper
,
—
Enter
Cardona
.
Car.
Is
not
the
Bride-groome
come
yet
,
sure
he
has
ouer
slept
himselfe
,
there
is
nothing
but
wondring
within
,
all
the
maydes
are
in
vprore
,
one
sayes
he
is
a
slow
thing
,
another
sayes
,
she
knowes
not
what
to
say
,
but
they
all
conclude
,
if
euer
they
marry
,
they
'le
make
it
in
their
bargaine
to
be
sure
of
all
things
before
matrimony
,
fie
vpon
him
,
if
I
were
to
be
his
wife
,
I
'de
shew
him
a
tricke
for
't
,
ere
a
yeare
came
about
,
or
it
should
cost
me
a
fall
,
I
warrant
him
.
Exit
.
Iust.
Sir
Iohn
y'
are
troubled
.
Bel.
Can
you
blame
me
sir
:
I
would
not
haue
our
mornings
expectation
Frustrate
—
I
know
not
what
to
thinke
.
Iust.
Sir
,
feare
not
.
Bel.
The
morne
growes
old
.
Iust.
Himen
has
long
tapers
.
Bel.
What
should
procure
his
absence
;
he
departed
But
odly
yester-day
.
Cap.
Marwood
had
engag'd
him
,
They
promis'd
to
returne
.
Bel.
But
we
see
neither
.
Iust.
They
'le
come
together
,
make
it
not
your
feare
,
Beauford
's
a
Gentle-man
,
and
cannot
be
Guilty
of
doing
such
affront
,
vnlesse
Some
mis-fortune
—
Bel.
That
's
another
iealousie
.
Enter
Lodam
,
Cameleon
waiting
vpon
him
.
Lod.
Where
is
Sir
Iohn
Belfare
?
Bel.
Ha
?
Master
Lodam
,
Welcome
.
Lod.
I
congratulate
.
—
Bel.
Saw
you
master
Beauford
sir
.
Lod.
Yes
I
saw
him
,
but
—
Iust.
But
what
?
Lod.
I
know
not
how
he
does
,
Where
is
the
Lady
that
must
be
vndone
to night
,
Your
daughter
?
Bel.
My
daughter
vndone
,
name
what
vnhappines
,
My
heart
already
doth
beginne
to
prophesie
How
unkind
fate
,
name
what
disaster
,
giue
it
Expression
pray
,
what
is
the
newes
?
Lod.
The
newes
?
Why
wo'd
yee
know
the
newes
?
t
is
none
a'ch
best
.
Iust.
Be
temperate
then
in
your
relation
.
Bel.
What
i
st
?
Lod.
They
say
for
certayne
,
There
were
foure
and
twenty
Colliers
cast
away
,
Comming
from
New-Castle
t
is
cold
newes
i
th'
Citty
,
But
there
is
worse
newes
abroad
.
Bel.
Doth
it
concerne
my
knowledge
?
trifle
not
.
Lod.
They
say
that
Canary
sacke
,
must
dance
Agen
to
the
Apothecaries
,
and
be
sold
for
Physicke
,
in
hum-glasses
,
and
thimbles
,
that
the
Spaw-water
must
be
transported
hither
,
and
Be
drunke
insteed
of
French
wines
:
For
my
part
,
I
am
but
one
.
Hau.
Big
enough
for
two
.
Lod.
This
citadell
may
endure
as
long
a
siege
As
another
,
if
the
pride
of
my
flesh
must
be
Puld
downe
,
farewell
it
t'
has
done
me
Seruice
this
forty
yeare
:
let
it
goe
.
Bel.
Saw
you
master
Beauford
?
Lod.
Yes
Sir
Iohn
,
I
saw
him
but
—
t
was
three
dayes
agoe
.
Cap.
Hee
is
ridiculous
.
Iust.
Doe
not
afflict
your selfe
,
He
will
giue
a
faire
account
at
his
returne
.
Bel.
Pray
heauen
hee
may
:
Enter
Gratiana
,
Iane
,
and
Cardona
.
My
daughter
.
Raw.
Sir
,
I
desire
to
be
acquainted
with
you
.
Lod.
I
haue
no
stomacke
sir
to
your
acquaintance
,
You
are
a
thought
too
leane
.
Raw.
And
you
a
bit
too
fat
.
Bel.
Dost
not
wonder
girle
at
Beaufords
absence
?
Grats.
Not
at
all
sir
,
I
am
not
now
to
learne
Opinion
of
his
noblenesse
;
and
I
hope
Your
iudgements
will
not
permit
you
sinne
so
much
To
censure
him
for
this
stay
.
Faire
morning
To
master
Landby
,
noble
Captaine
,
master
Lodam
,
and
the
rest
.
Raw.
I
am
so
little
She
cannot
see
me
,
giue
you
ioy
forsooth
,
I
hope
it
is
your
destiny
to
be
married
.
Cap.
And
yours
to
bee
hang'd
.
Raw.
How
sir
.
Hau.
No
harme
,
He
wishes
you
long
life
.
Raw.
A
long
halter
he
does
,
What
to
bee
hang'd
.
Hau.
Las
sir
he
knows
you
ha
no
flesh
to
burden
you
,
Light
at
a
feather
,
hanging
will
nere
kill
you
,
If
he
had
wish'd
sir
master
Lodam
hang'd
.
Raw.
Then
,
I
le
to
him
and
thanke
him
;
But
here
's
mistresse
Iane
.
Cap.
You
shal
command
me
as
your
seruant
.
—
sirra
.
Exit
.
As
he
goes
out
,
he
sees
Rawb
.
court
Iane
.
Raw.
I
did
but
aske
her
how
she
did
,
I
sayd
Neuer
a
word
to
her
:
Pox
vpon
his
bounsing
I
am
as
fearefull
of
him
as
of
a
Gun
,
He
does
so
powder
me
.
Grati.
We
haue
not
seene
You
sir
,
this
great
while
,
you
fall
away
me-thinkes
.
Lod
Loosing
Lodam
I
.
Grati.
You
are
not
the
least
welcome
sir
.
Lod.
I
do
giue
you
great
thanke
,
and
do
meane
to
dance
at
your
Wedding
for
't
,
I
doe
maruaile
Master
Beauford
is
not
earlier
,
I
shud
ha
beene
here
with
musique
Lady
,
and
haue
fidled
you
too
,
before
you
were
vp
,
these
leane
Louers
,
ha
nothing
in
em
,
slow
men
of
London
.
Bel.
Gratiana
.
Lod
spies
Iane
.
Lod.
Who
's
this
?
shee
has
a
mortall
eye
.
Isa.
Cameleon
?
How
now
turn'd
away
your
master
.
Cam.
No
,
I
sold
my
place
;
as
I
was
thinking
to
runne
away
,
comes
this
fellow
,
and
offered
me
a
breake-fast
for
my
good
will
to
speake
to
my
Master
for
him
,
I
tooke
him
at
his
word
,
and
resigned
my
Office
,
and
turn'd
ouer
my
hunger
to
him
immediately
;
now
I
serue
a
man
,
Isaac
.
Bel.
Isaac
.
—
Exit
Isaac
as
sent
off
.
Lod.
I
do
fore-see
a
fall
of
this
tower
already
,
Loue
beginnes
to
vnder-mine
it
.
Mistresse
,
a
word
in
priuate
.
Raw.
Iasper
has
't
a
sword
.
Hau.
Yes
sir
.
Raw.
That
's
well
,
let
it
alone
:
Didst
see
this
paunch
affront
me
?
Hau.
He
did
it
in
loue
to
the
Gentle-woman
.
Raw.
In
loue
?
let
me
see
the
sword
agen
.
Drawes
.
Wo'd
t
were
in
his
belly
—
put
it
vp
,
Thou
deserust
a
good
blade
,
t
is
so
well
kept
.
Enter
Isaac
.
Isa.
Master
Beauford
,
master
Beauford
.
Bel.
Where
?
Isa.
Hard
by
,
within
a
stones
cast
a
my
Mistresse
,
here
sit
here
.
Enter
Beauford
.
Grat.
My
deerest
Beauford
,
where
hast
bin
so
long
?
Bea.
Oh
Gratiana
.
Grat.
Are
you
not
in
health
?
Bel.
Not
well
,
t
is
then
no
time
to
chide
:
How
fare
you
sir
?
Bea.
I
haue
a
trouble
at
my
heart
:
pardon
The
trespasse
o'
your
patience
Gentle-men
,
He
publish
the
occasion
of
my
absence
,
So
first
,
you
giue
me
leaue
,
to
vnlade
it
here
;
But
with
your
fauour
,
I
desire
I
may
Exempt
all
eares
,
but
Gratianaes
,
till
A
short
time
ripen
it
for
your
knowledge
.
Bel.
Ha
?
Iust.
Le
ts
leaue
'em
then
a
while
.
Bel.
Into
the
Garden
Gentle-men
.
Raw.
With
all
my
heart
:
In
my
conscience
the
'
I
le
be
honest
together
.
Bel.
This
begets
my
wonder
,
master
Lodam
.
Lod.
Good
sir
Iohn
,
I
le
waite
vpon
you
,
It
is
dinner
time
.
Exeunt
.
Bea.
I
haue
not
time
to
dwell
on
circumstance
,
I
come
to
take
my
last
leaue
,
you
and
I
Must
neuer
meete
agen
.
Grat.
What
language
do
I
heare
,
If
Beauford
it
should
strike
me
dead
?
Bea.
This
day
,
I
had
design'd
for
marriage
,
but
I
must
Pronounce
wee
are
eternally
diuorc'd
:
Oh
Gratiana
,
thou
hast
made
a
wound
Beyond
the
cure
of
Surgery
,
why
did
nature
Empty
her
treasure
in
thy
face
,
and
leaue
thee
A
blacke
prodiglous
soule
?
Grat.
Defend
me
goodnesse
!
Bea.
Call
vpon
darknesse
,
to
obscure
thee
rather
,
That
neuer
more
thou
maist
be
seene
by
mortall
,
Get
thee
some
dwelling
in
a
mist
,
or
in
A
wild
forsaken
earth
,
a
Wildernesse
,
Where
thou
maist
hide
thy selfe
,
and
dye
forgotten
.
Grat.
Where
was
I
lost
name
what
offence
prouok'd
This
heauy
doome
,
deare
Beauford
,
be
not
so
Iniust
,
to
sentence
me
,
before
I
know
What
is
my
crime
,
or
if
you
will
not
tell
What
sinne
it
is
,
I
haue
committed
,
great
,
And
horrid
,
as
your
anger
;
let
me
study
,
I
le
count
em
all
before
you
,
neuer
did
Penitent
,
in
confession
,
strip
the
soule
More
naked
,
I
le
vnclaspe
my
booke
of
conscience
,
You
shall
read
ore
my
heart
,
and
if
you
finde
In
that
great
Volume
,
but
one
single
thought
Which
concern'd
you
,
and
did
not
end
with
some
Good
prayer
for
you
:
Oh
be
iust
and
kill
me
.
Bea.
Be
iust
,
and
tell
thy
conscience
,
th'
ast
abus'd
it
False
woman
,
why
dost
thou
increase
thy
horror
?
By
the
obscuring
a
mis-deed
,
which
wo'd
Were
all
thy
other
sinnes
forgiuen
,
vndo
thee
Oh
Gratiana
,
thou
art
.
—
Grat.
What
am
I
?
Bea.
A
thing
I
would
not
name
,
it
sound
so
fearfully
,
'T
would
make
a
Diuell
blush
,
to
be
saluted
By
that
,
which
thou
must
answere
to
.
Grat.
I
feare
—
Bea.
That
feare
betrayes
thy
guilt
,
tell
me
Gratiana
What
didst
thou
see
in
me
to
make
thee
thinke
I
was
not
worthy
of
thee
,
at
thy
best
And
richest
value
,
when
thou
were
as
white
In
soule
,
as
beauty
?
for
sure
,
once
thou
wert
so
:
Hadst
thou
so
cheape
opinion
of
my
birth
,
My
breeding
,
or
my
fortunes
,
that
none
else
Could
serue
for
propertie
of
your
lust
,
but
I
?
Grat.
Deare
Beauford
heare
me
.
Bea.
A
common
father
to
thy
sinne-got
issue
,
A
patron
of
thy
rifled
,
vnchast
wombe
?
Oh
thou
wert
cruell
,
to
reward
so
ill
The
heart
that
truely
honor'd
thee
:
thy
name
Which
sweetn'd
once
the
breath
of
him
that
spake
it
,
And
musically
charm'd
the
gentle
eare
;
Shall
sound
here-after
like
a
Screech-owles
note
,
And
fright
the
hearer
;
Virgins
shall
lament
That
thou
hast
sham'd
their
chast
society
,
And
oft
as
Himen
lights
his
tapers
vp
,
At
the
remembrance
of
thy
name
,
shed
teares
,
And
blush
for
thy
dishonour
:
from
this
minute
,
Thy
friends
shall
count
thee
desperately
sicke
,
And
whensoere
thou
goest
abroad
,
that
day
The
maides
and
matrons
,
thinking
thou
art
dead
,
And
going
to
the
graue
,
shall
all
come
forth
And
waite
like
mourners
on
thee
.
Grat.
Ha
yee
done
?
Then
heare
me
a
few
sillables
,
you
haue
Suspition
that
I
am
dishonourd
.
Bea.
No
,
By
heauen
I
haue
not
,
I
haue
too
much
knowledge
To
suspect
thee
sinnefull
,
but
in
the
assurance
Of
it
,
I
must
disclayme
thy
heart
for
euer
:
Gratiana
my
opinion
of
thy
whitenesse
Hath
made
my
soule
,
as
blacke
as
thine
already
;
Weepe
till
thou
wash
away
thy
staine
,
and
then
,
i
th'
other
world
,
we
two
,
may
meete
agen
.
Exit
.
Grat.
Weepe
inward
eyes
,
hither
your
streames
impart
,
For
sure
,
I
haue
teares
enough
,
to
drowne
my
heart
.
Exit
.
Actus
Tertij
.
Scena
Prima
.
Enter
Beauford
and
Captayne
.
Cap.
You
amaze
me
Beauford
,
Gratiana
false
?
I
shall
suspect
the
truth
of
my
conception
,
And
thinke
all
women
monsters
,
though
I
neuer
Lou'd
with
that
neerenesse
of
affection
To
marry
any
,
yet
I
mourne
they
should
Fall
from
their
vertue
,
why
may
not
Marwood
Iniure
her
goodnesse
?
Beau.
What
,
and
damme
his
soule
?
Shall
I
thinke
any
with
his
dying
breath
Would
shipwracke
his
last
hope
?
he
mixt
it
with
His
praiers
,
when
in
the
streame
of
his
owne
blood
,
His
soule
was
lanching
forth
.
Cap.
That
circumstance
takes
away
al
suspition
agen
,
Where
left
you
Marwood
?
Bea.
I'
the
Parke
.
Cap.
Quite
dead
?
Beau.
Hopelesse
,
his
weapon
might
haue
proued
so
happy
,
To
haue
released
me
of
a
burthen
too
;
And
but
that
man-hood
,
and
the
care
of
my
Eternity
forbids
,
I
would
force
out
That
which
but
wearies
me
to
carry
it
,
Vnwelcome
life
?
Cap.
VVould
he
were
buried
,
My
feares
perplex
me
for
you
;
though
none
see
You
fight
,
the
circumstance
must
needes
Betray
you
:
what
's
he
.
Enter
a
Surgeon
.
Sur.
I
would
borrow
your
eare
in
priuate
.
Beau.
We
are
but
one
to
heare
,
his
loue
hath
Made
him
?
to
great
a
part
of
my
affliction
:
Speake
it
.
Sur.
The
body
is
taken
thence
.
Beau.
Ha
.
Sur.
I
cannot
be
deceiued
sir
:
I
beheld
Too
plaine
a
demonstration
of
the
place
;
But
he
that
suffred
such
a
losse
of
blood
,
Had
not
enough
to
maintayne
life
till
this
time
,
Which
way
so ere
his
body
was
conuey'd
:
I
must
conclude
it
short
liu'd
,
I
am
sorry
I
could
not
serue
you
.
Beau.
Sir
,
—
I
thanke
you
,
You
deserue
I
should
be
gratefull
:
giues
him
mony
.
It
must
be
so
—
Exit
Surgeon
.
Cap.
What
fellow
's
this
?
Beau.
A
Surgeon
.
Cap.
Dare
you
trust
him
?
Beau.
Yes
,
with
my
life
.
Cap.
You
haue
done
that
already
in
your
discouery
.
Pray
heauen
he
prooue
your
friend
.
You
must
resolue
for
flight
,
ye
shall
take
ship
—
Beau.
Neuer
.
Cap.
Will
you
ruine
your selfe
?
there
's
no
security
—
Beau.
There
is
not
Captayne
,
Therefore
I
le
not
change
my
ayre
.
Cap.
How
?
Beau.
Vnlesse
thou
canst
instruct
me
how
to
fly
from
My selfe
,
for
wheresoeuer
else
I
wander
,
I
shall
but
carry
my
accuser
with
me
.
Cap
Are
you
mad
?
Beau.
I
haue
heard
in
Affricke
,
is
a
tree
,
which
tasted
By
trauailers
,
it
breedes
forgetfulnesse
Of
their
Country
,
canst
direct
me
thither
?
Yet
't
were
in
vaine
,
vnlesse
it
can
extinguish
,
And
drowne
the
remembrance
I
am
Beauford
:
No
—
I
le
not
moue
,
let
those
poore
things
that
dare
not
Dye
,
obey
their
feares
,
I
will
expect
my
fate
here
.
Cap.
This
is
wildnesse
,
A
desperate
folly
,
pray
be
sensible
:
—
Whos
's
this
,
t
is
Gratiana
.
Enter
Gratiana
with
a
Cabinet
of
Iewels
.
Bea.
Ha
,
farwell
.
Cam.
You
shall
stay
now
a
little
.
Bea.
I
will
not
heare
an
accent
,
I
shall
loose
My
memory
,
be
charmed
into
beliefe
That
she
is
honest
with
her
voyce
,
I
dare
not
Trust
my
frailty
with
her
.
Cam.
She
speakes
nothing
,
Is
all
a
weeping
Nyobe
,
a
statue
,
Or
in
this
posture
,
doth
shee
not
present
A
water
Nymph
,
placed
in
the
midst
of
some
Faire
Garden
,
like
a
Fountaine
to
dispence
Her
Christal
streames
vpon
the
flowers
?
which
cannot
But
so
refresht
,
looke
vp
,
and
seeme
to
smile
Vpon
the
eyes
that
feed
em
:
Will
she
speake
?
Grat.
Though
by
the
effusion
of
my
teares
,
you
may
Conclude
,
I
bring
nothing
but
sorrow
with
me
,
Yet
heare
me
speake
,
I
come
not
to
disturbe
Your
thoughts
,
or
with
one
bold
and
daring
language
Say
how
vniust
you
make
my
sufferings
:
I
know
not
what
Hath
raised
this
mighty
storme
to
my
destruction
,
But
I
obey
your
doome
,
and
after
this
,
Will
neuer
see
you
more
.
First
I
release
And
giue
you
back
your
vowes
;
with
them
,
your
hart
,
Which
I
had
lock'd
vp
in
my
owne
,
and
cherisht
Better
,
mine
I
'm
sure
does
bleed
to
part
with
't
,
All
that
is
left
of
yours
,
this
Cabinet
Deliuers
backe
to
your
possession
,
There
's
euery
iewell
you
bestowed
upon
me
,
The
pledges
once
of
loue
.
Bea.
Pray
keepe
em
.
Grat.
They
are
not
mine
,
since
I
haue
lost
the
opinion
Of
what
I
was
,
indeed
I
haue
nothing
else
,
I
would
not
keepe
the
kisses
,
once
you
gaue
me
,
If
you
would
let
me
pay
them
backe
againe
.
Beau.
All
women
is
a
laborinth
,
we
can
,
Measure
the
height
of
any
starre
,
point
out
All
the
dimensions
of
the
earth
,
examine
The
Seas
large
wombe
,
and
sounds
its
subtle
depth
,
But
arte
will
nere
be
able
to
finde
out
,
A
demonstration
of
a
womans
heart
,
Thou
hast
enough
vndone
me
,
make
me
not
More
miserable
,
to
beleeue
thou
canst
be
vertuous
:
Farwell
,
enioy
you
this
,
I
shall
finde
out
Another
roome
to
weepe
in
.
Exit
.
Cap.
Lady
I
would
aske
you
a
rude
question
:
Are
you
a
maide
?
Grat.
Do
I
appeare
so
Monstrous
?
no
man
will
Beleeue
my
iniury
:
has
heauen
forgot
To
protect
innocence
,
that
all
this
while
It
hath
vouchsafed
no
miracle
,
to
confirme
A
Virgins
honour
?
Cap.
I
am
answered
:
I
do
beleeue
shee
s
honest
;
Oh
that
I
could
But
speake
with
Marwoods
ghost
now
,
and
thou
beest
In
hell
,
I
'de
meete
thee
halfe
way
,
to
conuerse
One
quarter
of
an
houre
with
thee
,
to
know
The
truth
of
all
things
,
thy
Diuell
Iaylour
May
trust
thee
without
a
waiter
,
he
has
security
For
thy
damnation
in
this
sinne
alone
,
I
me
full
of
pitty
now
,
and
spite
of
man-hood
Cannot
forbeare
,
come
Lady
,
I
am
confident
,
I
know
not
which
way
—
that
y'
are
vertuous
—
Pray
walke
with
mee
,
I
le
tell
you
the
whole
story
;
For
yet
you
know
not
your
accuser
.
Grat.
I
am
an
exile
hence
,
and
cannot
walke
Out
of
my
way
,
Beauford
farwell
,
may
Angels
Dwell
round
about
thee
,
liue
vntill
thou
find
,
When
I
am
dead
,
thou
hast
bin
too
vnkind
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Milisent
and
Mistris
Iane
.
Iane
.
May
I
beleeue
thee
Milisent
,
that
my
father
Though
hee
giue
such
respect
to
him
I
hate
,
Intenes
no
marriage
?
thou
hast
releast
My
heart
of
many
feares
,
that
I
was
destin'd
To
be
a
sacrifice
.
Mil.
It
had
beene
sinne
That
Milisent
should
suffer
you
perplexe
Your
noble
soule
,
when
it
did
consist
in
His
discouery
,
to
giue
a
freedome
To
your
labouring
thoughts
,
t
is
now
no
more
a
secret
,
Your
father
makes
a
triall
of
your
nature
,
By
giuing
him
such
countenance
.
Iane
.
What
thankes
shall
I
giue
?
Mil.
Your
vertue
hath
both
vnseal'd
My
bosome
,
and
rewarded
me
.
Iane
Oh
Milisent
:
Thou
hast
deseru'd
my
gratitude
;
and
I
cannot
But
in
exchange
of
thy
discouery
Giue
to
thy
knowledge
,
what
I
should
tremble
To
let
another
heare
;
for
I
dare
trust
thee
with
it
.
Mil.
If
I
haue
any
skill
In
my
owne
nature
,
shall
nere
deceiue
Your
confidence
,
and
thinke
my selfe
much
honor'd
,
So
to
be
made
your
treasurer
.
Iane
.
T
is
a
treasure
,
And
all
the
wealth
I
haue
,
my
life
,
the
summe
Of
all
my
ioyes
on
earth
,
and
the
expectation
Of
future
blessings
too
depend
vpon
it
.
Mil.
Can
I
be
worthy
of
so
great
a
trust
?
Iane
.
Thou
art
,
and
shalt
receiue
it
,
for
my
heart
Is
willing
to
discharge
it selfe
into
thee
:
Oh
Milisent
!
though
my
father
would
ha
beene
So
cruell
to
his
owne
,
to
haue
wished
me
marry
Him
,
t
was
not
in
the
power
of
me
obedience
To
giue
consent
to
't
,
for
my
loue
already
Is
dedicate
to
one
,
whose
worth
hath
made
Me
,
but
his
steward
of
it
,
and
although
His
present
fortune
doth
ecclipse
his
lustre
,
With
seeming
condition
of
a
seruant
,
He
has
a
minde
deriued
from
honour
,
and
May
boast
himselfe
a
Gentle-man
:
is
not
Thy
vnderstanding
guilty
of
the
person
I
point
at
?
sure
thou
canst
not
choose
but
know
him
.
Mil.
Not
I
.
Enter
Hauer
.
Iane
.
Then
looke
vpon
him
Milisent
.
Mil.
Ha
?
Hau.
My
master
,
mistresse
Iane
sent
me
before
,
To
say
,
be
comes
to
visite
you
.
Iane
.
But
thou
art
before
him
in
acceptance
,
nay
You
stand
discouered
here
,
in
Milisent
you
may
Repose
safe
trust
.
Hau.
Her
language
makes
me
confident
,
You
are
a
friend
.
Mil.
To
both
a
seruant
.
Hau.
I
shall
desire
your
loue
.
Iane
.
But
where
's
this
man
of
morgages
?
We
shall
be
troubled
now
Hau.
I
left
him
chawing
the
cud
,
ruminating
Some
speech
or
other
,
with
which
,
he
meanes
to
Arrest
you
.
Mil.
He
is
entred
.
Enter
Rawbone
.
Hau.
I
haue
prepar'd
her
.
Raw.
Fortune
be
my
guide
then
.
Hau.
And
she
's
a
blind
one
.
Raw.
Mistresse
Iane
,
I
would
talke
with
you
in
priuate
,
I
haue
fancied
a
businesse
,
I
know
you
are
witty
,
and
loue
inuention
,
t
is
my
owne
,
and
no-body
else
must
heare
it
—
Be
it
knowne
to
all
men
by
these
presents
.
Ian.
This
is
like
to
be
a
secret
.
Raw.
That
I
Iasper
Rawbone
Citizen
,
and
House-keeper
of
London
.
Hau.
A
very
poore
one
I
'me
sure
.
Raw.
Do
owe
to
mistresse
Iane
,
Lady
of
my
thoughts
,
late
of
London
Gentle-woman
.
Hau.
Is
she
not
still
a
Gentle-woman
?
Raw.
Still
a
Gentle-woman
good-man
Coxe-combe
?
did
I
not
say
she
was
Lady
of
my
thoughts
?
where
was
I
now
?
Hau.
At
good-man
Coxe-combe
sir
.
Raw.
—
Do
owe
to
mistresse
Iane
,
Lady
of
my
thoughts
,
late
of
London
Gentle-woman
,
my
true
and
lawfull
heart
of
England
—
to
be
payd
to
his
sayd
mistresse
,
her
executors
,
or
assignes
.
Hau.
To
her
executors
?
what
will
you
pay
your
heart
,
when
she
is
dead
?
Raw.
T
is
none
of
my
fault
,
and
she
will
dye
,
who
can
helpe
it
?
thou
dost
nothing
but
interrupt
me
:
I
say
to
be
payd
,
to
his
sayde
mistresse
,
her
executors
,
or
assignes
,
whensoeuer
she
demaund
it
,
at
the
font-stone
of
the
Temple
—
Hau.
Put
it
,
the
top
of
Paules
and
please
you
;
your
conceite
wil
be
the
higher
.
Raw.
Which
payment
to
bee
truely
made
and
performed
,
I
bind
,
not
my
heires
,
but
my
body
and
soule
for
euer
.
Hau.
How
your
soule
sir
?
Raw.
Peace
foole
,
my
soule
will
shift
for
it selfe
,
when
I
am
dead
that
wil
be
sure
enough
:
—
In
witnesse
whereof
,
I
haue
here-vnto
put
my
hand
and
seale
,
which
is
a
hansome
spiny
youth
,
with
a
bag
of
mony
in
one
hand
,
a
bond
in
the
t'other
,
an
Indenture
betweene
his
legs
,
the
last
of
the
first
merry
moneth
,
and
in
the
second
yeare
of
the
raigne
of
King
Cupid
.
Hau.
Excellent
!
but
in
my
opinion
,
you
had
better
giue
her
possession
of
your
heart
,
I
do
not
like
this
owing
:
fayth
plucke
it
out
,
and
deliuer
it
in
the
presence
of
vs
.
Raw.
Thou
talk'st
like
a
puisne
,
I
can
giue
her
possession
of
it
,
by
deliuery
of
two-pence
wrapt
vp
in
the
wax
,
t
will
hold
in
Law
man
;
—
and
how
,
and
how
d'
ee
like
it
?
I
could
haue
come
ouer
you
with
Verse
,
but
hang
Ballads
,
giue
me
Poeticall
prose
,
euery
Mounte-banke
can
time
,
and
make
his
lines
crye
twang
,
though
there
be
no
reason
in
em
.
Ian.
What
Musique
haue
I
heard
?
Raw.
Musique
?
Oh
rare
!
Ian.
Hee
has
Medusaes
noble
countenance
,
His
haires
do
curle
like
soft
and
gentle
Snakes
:
Did
euer
puppy
smile
so
?
or
the
Asse
Better
become
his
eares
?
oh
generous
beast
Of
sober
carriage
,
sure
he
's
valiant
too
,
Those
blood-shot
eyes
betray
him
,
but
his
nose
Fishes
for
commendation
.
Raw.
What
does
she
meane
Iasper
?
Hau.
D'
ee
not
see
her
loue
sir
?
why
she
does
doate
vpon
you
,
Which
makes
her
talke
so
madly
.
Raw.
Forsooth
I
know
you
are
taken
with
me
,
alas
these
things
are
naturall
with
me
,
when
shall
we
be
married
forsooth
?
Ian.
With
your
licence
sir
—
Hau.
D'
ee
not
obserue
her
?
you
must
first
procure
a
Licence
.
Raw.
You
shall
heare
more
from
mee
,
when
I
come
agen
—
Iasper
—
Exit
Rawbone
hastily
.
Hau.
My
heart
doth
breath
it selfe
vppon
your
hand
—
Exit
.
Mil.
Your
father
and
Master
Lodam
—
Enter
Lodam
,
Iustice
,
Cameleon
.
Lod.
Sir
I
doe
loue
your
daughter
:
—
I
thought
it
necessary
to
acquaint
you
first
,
because
I
would
go
about
the
businesse
iudicially
.
Iust.
You
obliege
vs
both
.
Lod.
I
le
promise
you
one
thing
.
Iust.
What
's
that
?
Lod.
I
le
bring
your
daughter
no
wealth
.
Iust.
Say
you
so
:
what
then
you
promise
her
nothing
.
Lod.
But
I
will
bring
her
that
which
is
greater
then
wealth
.
Iust.
What
's
that
?
Lod.
My selfe
.
Iust.
A
faire
ioynture
.
Lod.
Nay
,
I
le
bring
her
more
.
Iust.
It
shu'not
neede
,
no
woman
can
desire
more
of
a
man
.
Lod.
I
can
bring
her
good
qualities
,
if
she
want
any
:
I
ha
trauail'd
for
em
.
Iust.
What
are
they
?
Lod.
The
Languages
.
Iust.
You
suspect
shee
will
want
tongue
:
—
let
me
see
—
Parlez
franzois
monsieur
.
Lod.
Diggon
a
camrag
.
Iust.
That
's
Welch
.
Lod.
Pocas
palabras
.
Iust.
That
's
Spanish
.
Lod.
Troth
I
haue
such
a
confusion
of
languages
in
my
head
,
you
must
e'en
take
em
as
they
come
.
Iust.
You
may
speake
that
more
exactly
—
Hauelar
spagniel
Signior
?
Lod.
Serge-dubois
,
—
Calli-mancho
,
et
Perpetu-ana
.
Iust.
There
's
stuffe
indeede
,
since
you
are
so
perfect
,
I
le
trust
you
for
the
rest
.
I
must
referre
you
sir
vnto
my
daughter
,
if
you
can
winne
her
faire
opinion
,
my
consent
my
happily
follow
:
so
Shee
is
in
presence
—
Lod.
Mercie
Madame
—
Salutes
Iane
.
Iust.
This
fellow
lookes
like
the
principall
in
Vsury
,
and
this
Rat
followes
him
like
a
pittifull
eight
in
the
hundred
:
—
come
hither
sirra
,
your
name
is
Cameleon
.
Cam.
It
is
too
true
sir
.
Iust.
You
did
liue
with
master
Rawbone
.
Car.
No
sir
,
I
did
starue
with
him
,
and
please
you
:
I
could
not
liue
with
him
.
Iust.
How
doe
you
like
your
change
?
Cam.
Neuer
worse
.
Iust.
Master
Lodam
wants
no
flesh
.
Cam.
But
I
doe
:
—
I
ha
no
Iustice
sir
,
my
leane
master
would
eate
no
meate
,
and
my
fat
master
eates
vp
all
—
is
your
Worships
house
troubled
with
Vermin
?
Iust.
Something
at
this
time
.
Cam.
Peace
and
I
le
catch
a
mouse
then
.
—
lies
downe
.
Enter
Captaine
and
Gratiana
.
Iust.
My
nephew
turn'd
Gentle-man
Vsher
.
Cap.
Sir
Iohn
Belfares
daughter
.
Iust.
'Las
poore
Gentle-woman
,
I
compassionate
her
vnkind
destiny
.
Cap.
Let
vs
intreat
a
word
in
priuate
sir
—
Lod.
I
cannot
tell
how
you
stand
affected
,
but
if
you
can
loue
a
man
,
I
know
not
what
is
wanting
,
greatnesse
is
a
thing
that
your
wisest
Ladies
haue
an
itch
after
:
for
my
owne
part
I
was
neuer
in
loue
before
,
and
if
you
haue
me
not
,
neuer
wil
bee
agen
.
Thinke
on
't
betweene
this
and
after
dinner
,
I
will
stay
o'purpose
for
your
answere
.
Ian.
Y'
are
very
short
.
Lod.
I
wod
not
be
kept
in
expectation
aboue
an
houre
,
for
loue
is
worse
then
a
Lent
to
me
,
and
fasting
is
a
thing
my
flesh
abhorres
,
if
my
doublet
be
not
fil'd
,
I
know
who
fares
the
worse
for
't
.
I
would
keepe
my
flesh
to
sweare
by
,
and
if
you
and
I
cannot
agree
vpon
the
matter
,
I
would
loose
nothing
by
you
.
Iane
.
Y'
are
very
resolute
.
Lod.
Euer
while
you
liue
,
a
fat
man
,
and
a
man
of
resolution
goe
together
:
I
doe
not
commend
my selfe
,
but
there
are
no
such
fiery
things
in
nature
.
Iane
.
Fiery
?
Lod.
T
is
prou'd
,
put
em
to
my
action
,
and
see
,
if
they
do
not
smoake
it
,
they
are
men
of
mettle
,
and
the
greatest
melters
in
the
World
,
one
hot
seruice
makes
em
rost
,
and
they
haue
enough
in
em
to
bast
a
hundred
—
you
may
take
a
leane
man
,
marry
your selfe
to
famine
,
and
beg
for
a
great
belly
,
you
see
what
became
of
sir
Iohns
daughter
:
—
come
I
would
wish
you
be
well
aduis'd
,
there
are
more
commodities
in
me
,
then
you
are
aware
of
,
if
you
and
I
couple
,
you
shall
fare
like
an
Empresse
.
Iane
.
That
will
be
somewhat
costly
.
Lod.
Not
a
token
.
I
haue
a
priuiledge
:
—
I
was
at
the
Tauerne
tother
day
,
i'
the
next
roome
I
smelt
hot
Venison
,
I
sent
but
a
Drawer
to
tell
the
Company
,
one
in
the
house
with
a
great
belly
,
long'd
for
a
corner
,
and
I
had
halfe
a
pasty
sent
me
immediately
:
I
will
hold
intelligence
with
all
the
Cookes
i'
the
Towne
,
and
what
dainty
,
but
I
haue
greatnesse
enough
to
command
?
Iust.
I
like
it
well
:
—
be
as
wel-come
heere
,
as
at
your
Fathers
.
Milisent
—
make
it
your
care
to
waite
vpon
this
Gentlewoman
,
but
conceale
shee
is
our
guest
.
I
should
reioyce
to
see
this
storme
blowne
ouer
.
—
Nephew
attend
her
to
her
Chamber
.
Exeunt
Gratiana
,
Captaine
,
Milisent
.
Enter
Rawbone
and
Hauer
hastily
.
Raw.
I
ha
bin
about
it
—
iustles
Lodam
,
and
fals
downe
.
Lod
Next
time
you
ride
post
,
wind
your
horne
,
that
one
may
get
out
a'
the
way
.
Iust.
What
's
the
matter
Iane
.
Raw.
T
is
guts
,
if
I
durst
,
my
teeth
waters
to
strike
him
.
Iust.
What
ha
you
done
?
Lod.
Let
him
take
heed
another
time
.
Hau.
Take
such
an
affront
before
your
mistresse
.
Raw.
I
haue
a
good
stomacke
—
Hau.
That
's
well
sayd
.
Raw.
I
could
eate
him
.
Hau.
Oh
is
it
that
?
Lod.
Let
me
alone
,
no-body
hold
me
.
Raw.
I
le
haue
an
action
of
battery
.
Lod.
Whorson
mole-catcher
—
Come
not
neere
me
Weezel
.
Raw.
Prethee
Iasper
do
not
thrust
me
vpon
him
—
I
do
not
feare
you
sit
.
Lod.
Agen
shall
I
kicke
thee
to
peeces
.
Hau.
Let
him
baffull
yee
—
to
him
—
Hauer
thrusts
him
vpon
him
.
Raw.
I
do
not
feare
you
.
Iust.
Iane
remooue
your selfe
.
Iane
.
Master
Rawbone
,
I
am
sorry
for
your
hurt
.
Exit
.
Hau.
She
jeeres
you
.
Lod.
For
this
time
I
am
content
with
kicking
of
thee
.
As
Lodam
offers
to
goe
out
,
Hauer
puls
him
backe
.
Hau.
My
master
desires
another
word
w'
ee
sir
.
—
You
must
fight
with
him
—
To
Rawbone
.
Raw.
Who
I
fight
?
Lod.
You
spider
catcher
,
ha
you
not
enough
?
you
see
I
doe
not
draw
.
Iust.
Very
well
.
Hau.
By
this
hand
,
you
shall
challenge
him
then
,
if
hee
dare
accept
it
,
I
le
meete
him
in
your
clothes
.
Raw.
Will
yee
.
Hum
—
I
do
not
feare
you
—
satisfaction
—
Hau.
That
's
the
word
.
Raw.
That
's
the
word
—
you
le
meete
me
guts
.
Lod.
Meete
thee
by
this
flesh
,
if
thou
dost
but
prouoke
me
:
—
you
do
not
challenge
me
—
do
not
—
d'
ee
long
to
be
minc'd
?
Hau.
At
Finsbury
—
Raw.
At
Finsbury
.
Hau.
To morrow
morning
—
Raw.
To morrow
morning
—
you
shall
finde
I
dare
fight
.
Lod
Say
but
such
another
word
.
Raw.
Finsbury
,
to morrow
morning
,
there
t
is
agen
—
Iust.
I
cannot
contayne
my
laughter
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Exit
Raw.
So
,
le
ts
begone
quickly
,
before
he
threaten
me
,
you
made
mee
challenge
him
,
looke
to
't
.
Hau.
Feare
not
,
I
warrant
you
.
Exeunt
Raw
&
Hauer
.
Lod.
Sirra
Nouerint
,
if
I
can
but
prooue
,
thou
dost
come
with
in
three
furlongs
of
a
wind-mill
,
I
le
set
one
a top
of
Paules
to
watch
thee
—
sha't
forfeit
thy
soule
,
and
I
le
cancell
thy
body
worse
then
any
debtor
of
thine
did
his
obligation
—
hee
's
gone
—
and
now
I
thinke
vpon
the
matter
,
I
haue
somewhat
the
worst
on
't
,
for
if
I
should
kill
him
,
I
shall
neuer
bee
able
to
flye
,
and
hee
has
left
a
peece
of
his
scull
,
I
thinke
,
in
my
shoulder
—
whither
am
I
bound
to
meet
him
,
or
no
?
I
will
consult
some
o'
the
sword
men
,
and
know
whether
it
be
a
competent
challenge
—
Cameleon
.
Cam.
Sir
.
Lod.
Has
the
Rat
,
your
master
that
was
,
any
spirit
in
him
?
Cam.
Spirit
?
the
last
time
hee
was
in
the
field
,
a
boy
of
seauen
yeares
old
,
beate
him
with
a
Trap-sticke
.
Lod.
Saist
thou
so
?
I
will
meet
him
then
,
and
hew
him
to
peeces
.
Cap.
I
haue
an
humble
suite
—
if
it
be
so
,
that
you
kill
him
,
let
me
beg
his
body
for
an
Anatomy
,
I
haue
a
great
mind
to
eate
a
peece
on
him
.
Lod.
T
is
granted
,
follow
me
,
I
le
cut
him
vp
I
warrant
thee
.
Exe.
Enter
Beauford
,
and
Captayne
.
Cap.
I
haue
a
letter
.
Beau.
From
whom
?
Cap.
Gratiana
.
Bea.
I
would
forget
that
name
,
speake
it
no
more
.
Cap.
She
is
abus'd
,
and
if
you
had
not
beene
Transported
from
vs
,
with
your
passion
,
You
would
ha
chang'd
opinion
,
to
haue
heard
How
well
she
pleaded
.
Bea.
For
her-selfe
.
Cap.
You
might
,
With
little
trouble
gather
from
her
teares
How
cleare
she
was
,
which
more
transparent
,
then
The
morning
dew
,
or
christall
,
fell
neglected
Vpon
the
ground
:
some
cunning
Ieweller
To
ha
seene
em
scattred
,
would
a
thought
some
Princesse
Dropt
em
,
and
couetous
to
enrich
himselfe
,
Gathered
them
vp
for
Dyamonds
.
Beau.
You
are
then
conuerted
.
Cap.
Oh
you
were
too
credulous
.
Marwood
has
playd
the
Vilaine
,
and
is
damn'd
for
't
:
Could
but
his
soule
be
brought
to
heare
her
answere
The
accusation
,
she
wo'd
make
that
blush
,
And
force
it
to
confesse
a
treason
,
to
Her
honour
,
and
your
loue
.
Beau.
You
did
beleeue
her
.
Cap.
I
did
,
and
promis'd
her
to
do
this
seruice
,
She
begd
of
me
at
parting
,
if
she
sent
A
letter
,
to
conuey
it
to
your
hand
,
Pray
read
,
you
know
not
what
this
paper
carries
.
Beau.
Has
shee
acquainted
you
?
Cap.
Not
me
,
I
guesse
,
It
is
some
secret
,
was
not
fit
for
my
Relation
,
it
may
be
,
worth
your
knowledge
;
Do
her
that
iustice
,
since
you
would
not
heare
What
she
could
say
in
person
,
to
peruse
Her
paper
.
Rea.
It
can
bring
nothing
to
take
off
Th'
offence
committed
.
Cap.
Sir
you
knew
not
What
satisfaction
it
contaynes
;
Or
what
she
may
confesse
in
't
:
for
my
sake
—
Reads
.
Beau.
To
him
that
was
—
what
?
Confident
of
her
Vertue
Once
an
admirer
,
now
a
maurner
for
Her
absent
goodnesse
:
she
has
made
the
change
.
From
her
that
was
,
would
ha
become
this
paper
Had
she
conseru'd
her
first
immaculate
whitenesse
,
It
had
beene
halfe
prophane
,
not
to
salute
Her
letter
with
a
kisse
,
and
touch
it
,
with
More
veneration
then
a
Sybils
leafe
;
But
now
all
Ceremony
must
be
held
A
superstition
,
to
the
blotted
scrole
,
O
a
more
stained
writer
—
I
le
not
reade
:
If
vnprepar'd
,
she
win
with
her
Discourse
,
What
must
she
do
,
when
she
has
time
,
and
study
,
To
apparrell
her
defence
?
Cap.
Deny
her
this
.
Beau.
Well
,
I
will
read
it
.
Enter
Seruant
.
Ser.
Here
's
Sir
Iohn
Belfare
.
Beau.
Say
any
thing
t'
excuse
me
,
be
et
your
care
That
none
approach
the
Chamber
.
Cap.
So
,
so
,
now
vnrip
the
seale
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Belfare
,
Isaac
.
Bel.
Not
speak
with
him
,
he
must
haue
stronger
guard
To
keepe
me
out
:
where
's
Beauford
?
Beau.
Here
.
Bel.
Then
there
's
a
Villaine
.
Beau.
That
's
course
language
.
Bel.
I
must
not
spin
it
finer
,
till
you
make
me
Vnderstand
better
,
why
my
daughter
,
and
In
her
,
my
family
is
abus'd
.
Beau.
Shee
has
not
then
accus'd
her selfe
—
I
le
tell
you
,
I
did
expect
your
daughter
would
haue
beene
My
Virgin
bride
;
but
she
reseru'd
for
me
The
ruines
of
her
honour
,
I
wod
not
speake
I'
the
rude
dialect
,
you
may
sooner
collect
,
An
English
.
Bel.
Is
she
not
honest
,
will
you
Make
her
then
a
whore
?
Beau.
Not
I
,
her
owne
sinne
made
her
.
Bel.
Thou
lyest
,
nor
can
my
age
make
me
appeare
Vnworthy
a
satisfaction
from
thy
sword
.
Isa.
Does
not
he
call
my
young
mistresse
whore
?
Bel.
Keep
me
not
from
him
Captaine
he
has
in
this
Giuen
a
fresh
wound
,
I
came
t'
expostulate
,
The
reason
of
a
former
suffering
,
Which
vnto
this
was
charity
,
as
thou
art
A
Gentle-man
,
I
dare
thee
to
the
Combate
:
Contemne
not
Beauford
my
gray
haires
,
if
t'
hast
A
Noble
soule
,
keepe
not
this
distance
;
meete
me
,
Thou
art
a
Souldier
:
for
heauens
sake
,
permit
me
Chastise
the
most
vncharitable
slander
Of
this
bad
man
.
Beau.
I
neuer
iniur'd
you
.
Bel.
Not
iniur'd
me
?
what
is
there
then
in
nature
,
Left
,
to
be
cald
an
iniury
?
didst
not
mocke
Me
,
and
my
poore
fond
girle
with
marriage
?
Till
all
things
were
design'd
,
the
very
day
When
Hymen
should
haue
worne
his
saffron
robe
:
My
friends
inuited
,
and
prepar'd
to
call
Her
Bride
;
and
yet
,
as
if
all
this
could
not
(
Summ'd
vp
together
)
make
an
iniury
:
Does
thy
corrupted
soule
at
last
conspire
To
take
her
white
name
from
her
?
—
giue
me
leaue
To
expresse
a
Father
,
in
a
teare
,
or
two
,
For
my
wrong'd
child
.
O
Beauford
!
thou
hast
rob'd
A
father
,
and
a
daughter
—
but
I
wo
not
Vsurpe
heauens
iustice
,
which
shall
punish
thee
'Boue
my
weake
arme
;
mayst
thou
liue
,
to
haue
Thy
heart
as
ill
rewarded
,
to
be
a
father
At
my
yeares
,
haue
one
daughter
,
and
no
more
Belou'd
as
mine
,
so
mock'd
,
and
then
cald
Whore
.
Cap.
'Las
good
old
man
.
Exit
Bel.
Isaac
.
Bea.
My
afflictions
Are
not
yet
numbred
in
my
fate
,
nor
I
Held
ripe
for
Death
.
Cap.
Now
read
the
Letter
.
Beau.
Yes
,
it
cannot
make
me
know
more
misery
.
Reads
.
Beauford
,
I
dare
not
call
thoe
mine
,
though
I
could
not
hope
,
(
while
I
was
liuing
,
)
thou
wouldst
beleeue
my
innocence
,
deny
mee
not
this
fauour
after
Death
,
to
say
I
once
lou'd
thee
—
Ha
death
?
Captaine
is
she
dead
?
Cap.
I
hope
shee
employd
not
me
,
to
bring
this
newes
.
Beau.
Yes
,
Death
—
ha
?
Prethee
read
the
rest
:
there
's
something
In
my
eyes
,
I
cannot
well
distinguish
Her
small
Characters
.
Cap.
My
Accuser
by
this
time
,
knowes
the
reward
of
my
iniurye
Farewell
,
I
am
carrying
my
Prayers
for
thee
to
another
World
—
her
owne
Martyr
,
drown'd
Gratiana
.
Beau.
Read
all
.
Cap.
I
haue
.
Beau.
It
cannot
be
,
for
when
thou
mak'st
an
end
,
My
heart
should
giue
a
tragicke
period
,
And
with
a
loud
sigh
breake
:
drown'de
T
was
no
sinne
aboue
heauens
pardon
,
Though
thou
hadst
beene
false
,
To
thy
first
vow
,
and
me
,
I
wod
not
had
Thee
dyed
so
soone
:
or
if
thou
hadst
affected
That
death
,
I
could
ha
drownd
thee
with
my
teares
,
Now
they
shall
neuer
find
thee
,
but
be
lost
Within
thy
watery
Sepulcher
.
Cap.
Take
comfort
.
Beau.
Art
dead
?
Then
here
I
le
Coffin
vp
my selfe
,
vntill
The
Law
vnbury
me
for
Marwoods
death
,
I
wonot
hope
for
life
,
mercy
sha'
not
saue
Him
,
that
hath
now
a
pattent
for
his
Graue
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
Quarti
.
Scena
Prima
.
Enter
Milisent
and
Gratiana
.
Mil.
T
is
his
command
to
whom
I
owe
all
seruice
,
I
should
attend
you
.
Grat.
Th'
art
too
diligent
:
I
prethee
leaue
me
.
Mil.
I
should
be
vnhappy
To
be
offensiue
in
my
duty
;
yet
Had
I
no
charge
vpon
me
,
I
should
much
Desire
to
waite
.
Grat.
On
mee
?
Mil.
I
know
not
why
,
Your
sorrow
does
inuite
me
.
Grat.
Th'
art
too
young
,
To
be
acquainted
wo't
.
Mil.
I
know
,
it
wod
not
Become
my
distance
,
to
dispute
with
you
,
At
what
age
,
we
are
fittest
to
receiue
Our
griefes
impression
.
Grat.
Leaue
me
to
my selfe
—
Mil.
I
must
,
if
you
will
haue
it
so
.
offers
to
go
out
.
Grat.
Me thought
I
saw
him
drop
a
teare
,
come
backe
agen
:
What
should
he
meane
by
this
vnwillingnesse
To
part
;
he
lookes
,
as
he
would
make
me
leaue
My
owne
mis-fortune
to
pitty
his
:
Thy
name
?
Mil.
I
am
called
Milisent
.
Grat
Dost
thou
put
on
that
countenance
to
imitate
Mine
?
or
hast
a
sorrow
of
thy
owne
,
thou
Wouldst
expresse
by
't
.
Mil.
Mine
does
become
my
fortune
.
Yet
yours
does
so
exactly
paint
our
misery
That
he
,
that
wanted
of
his
owne
,
would
mourne
To
see
your
picture
.
Grat.
Mine
is
aboue
The
common
leuell
of
affliction
.
Mil.
Mine
had
no
example
to
be
drawne
by
,
I
would
they
were
a
kin
,
so
I
might
make
Your
burden
lesse
by
mine
owne
suffering
.
Grat.
I
thanke
thy
loue
.
Mil.
And
yet
I
prophesie
,
There
's
something
would
make
mine
a
part
of
yours
,
Were
they
examin'd
.
Grat.
Passion
makes
thee
wild
now
.
Mil.
You
haue
encouraged
me
to
boldnes
,
pardon
My
ruder
language
.
Grat.
Didst
thou
euer
loue
?
Mil.
Too
soone
,
from
thence
sprung
my
vnhappines
.
Grat.
And
mine
.
Mil.
My
affliction
riper
then
my
yeares
,
Hath
brought
me
so
much
sorrow
,
I
doe
not
thinke
That
I
shall
liue
,
to
be
a
man
.
Grat.
I
like
thy
sad
expression
,
wee
le
conuerse
And
mingle
stories
.
Mil.
I
shall
be
too
bold
.
Grat.
Wee
lay
aside
distinctions
,
if
our
fates
Make
vs
alike
in
our
mis-fortunes
;
yet
Mine
will
admit
no
paralell
:
ha
!
we
are
interrupted
:
Enter
Iustice
reading
a
Letter
.
Le
ts
with-draw
,
and
I
le
begin
.
Mil.
You
may
commaund
,
and
when
Your
stories
done
,
mine
shall
maintayne
the
Scene
.
Exeunt
.
Iust.
To
maintayne
such
blisse
I
will
,
Wish
to
bee
trans-formed
still
:
Nor
wil
t
bee
a
shame
in
loue
,
reads
,
Since
I
imitate
but
Ioue
;
Who
from
heauen
hath
strayd
,
and
in
A
thousand
figures
worse
then
mine
,
Woed
a
Virgin
,
may
not
I
,
Then
for
thee
a
seruant
trye
:
Yes
for
such
a
mayde
as
thee
,
Vary
as
many
shapes
as
hee
;
Rawbone
cloathes
my
out-ward
part
,
But
thy
liuery
my
heart
:
Hauer
,
ha
:
young
Hauer
?
This
Letter
I
found
in
my
Daughters
prayer
Booke
,
is
this
your
Saint
?
how
long
ha
they
conspir'd
thus
?
Report
gaue
out
,
hee
was
gone
to
trauaile
:
It
seemes
he
stayes
here
for
a
Wind
,
and
in
the
meane
time
would
rigge
vp
my
Daughter
:
hee
is
a
Gentleman
well
educated
;
but
his
Fortune
was
consum'd
by
a
prodigall
father
,
ere
he
was
ripe
,
which
makes
him
I
suspect
;
borrow
this
shape
to
court
my
Daughter
;
little
does
Rawbone
thinke
his
seruaunt
is
his
riuall
:
I
finde
the
iugling
,
and
will
take
order
they
shanot
steale
a
marriage
.
Enter
Captayne
.
Nephew
,
I
ha
newes
for
you
.
Cap.
For
mee
sir
.
Iust.
You
are
a
Souldier
,
there
's
a
duell
to
Be
fought
this
morning
,
will
you
see
't
?
Cap.
It
does
not
sir
become
a
Gentle-man
To
be
spectator
of
a
fight
,
in
which
Hee
's
not
engag'd
.
Iust.
You
may
behold
it
Cosen
,
Without
disparagement
to
your
honor
;
Rawbone
Has
challeng'd
Mr.
Lodam
,
the
place
Finsbury
—
Cap.
They
fight
?
a
doublet
,
stuft
with
straw
,
aduancing
A
bull-rush
,
were
able
to
fright
em
both
Out
a'
their
sences
,
tha'
not
soule
enough
To
skirmish
with
a
field-mouse
;
they
poynt
a
duell
?
At
Hogs-don
,
to
shew
fencing
vpon
Creame
And
cake-bread
,
murder
a
quaking
Custard
,
Or
some
such
daring
enemy
.
Iust.
Did
not
Affaires
of
weight
compell
me
to
be
absent
,
I
would
not
misse
the
sight
,
on
't
;
for
the
Vsurer
Hath
got
his
man
Iasper
t
appeare
for
him
In
his
apparrell
.
Cap.
Iasper
.
Iust.
For
mirths
sake
You
may
behold
it
,
and
let
mee
entreate
,
At
your
returne
,
perfect
relation
Of
both
their
valours
.
Cap.
You
shall
Sir
.
Iust.
And
Coze
—
If
it
be
possible
,
procure
em
hither
Before
they
shift
,
I
much
desire
to
see
em
.
Cap.
Promise
your selfe
they
shall
:
I
will
deferre
My
conference
with
Gratiana
,
and
Intertayne
this
recreation
.
Iust.
So
:
I
haue
a
fancy
,
This
opportunity
will
giue
it
birth
,
If
all
hit
right
,
it
may
occasion
mirth
.
Exit
.
Enter
Milisent
,
and
Gratiana
.
Grat.
Which
part
of
my
discourse
compels
thee
to
This
suffering
?
Mil.
Your
pardon
Lady
,
I
Did
prophesie
what
now
I
finde
,
our
stories
Haue
dependance
Grat.
How
prethee
?
Mil.
That
Marwood
Whom
you
report
thus
wounded
had
a
neere
Relation
to
me
,
and
t
was
my
fortune
To
come
to
close
his
eyes
vp
,
and
receiue
His
last
breath
.
Grat.
Ha
?
Mil.
I
know
more
then
Beauford
,
And
dying
he
oblieg'd
my
loue
to
tell
t'
him
When
ere
wee
met
.
Grat.
You
beget
wonder
in
me
:
Did
he
suruiue
his
slander
?
there
is
hope
He
did
recant
the
iniury
he
did
me
.
Mil.
He
did
confirme
,
he
had
enioy'd
your
person
,
And
bad
me
tell
Beauford
hee
left
behind
A
liuing
witnesse
of
the
truth
he
dyed
for
:
Naming
a
Gentle-woman
Cardona
,
That
bred
you
in
your
fathers
house
,
whom
he
Affirm'd
,
betray'd
your
body
to
his
lust
.
Grat.
Cardona
?
Piety
has
forsaken
earth
:
Was
euer
woman
thus
betray'd
to
sinne
,
Without
her
knowledge
?
Mil.
Wo'd
he
had
not
beene
My
kinsman
,
I
beginne
to
feare
him
:
Grat.
Wherein
had
I
offended
Marwood
,
He
should
aliue
,
and
dead
so
persecute
My
fame
?
Cardona
too
i'
the
Conspiracy
,
T
is
time
to
dye
then
.
Mil.
My
heart
mournes
for
you
In
the
assurance
of
your
innocence
,
And
were
I
worthy
to
direct
you
—
Grat.
Has
,
malice
Found
out
another
murderer
?
Mil.
Would
you
be
pleas'd
to
heare
me
,
I
could
poynt
You
out
a
path
,
would
bring
you
no
repentance
To
walke
in
,
if
(
as
I
am
confident
)
Your
goodnesse
feares
not
,
what
Cardona
can
Accuse
your
honour
with
,
let
her
be
Examin'd
,
then
her
knowledge
will
quit
you
,
Or
make
your
suffering
appeare
iust
,
this
is
An
easie
triall
,
and
since
Marwood
had
A
stubborne
soule
,
for
though
he
were
my
kins-man
I
preferre
iustice
,
and
held
shame
to
checke
His
owne
report
,
women
haue
softer
natures
,
And
things
may
be
so
manag'd
,
if
there
be
A
treason
,
to
enforce
confession
from
her
:
Would
you
please
t'
imploy
me
in
this
seruice
,
And
though
vnworthy
be
directed
by
me
,
I
begge
it
from
you
,
I
le
engage
my
being
You
shall
finde
comfort
in
't
.
Grat.
Doe
any
thing
;
But
I
am
lost
already
.
Mil.
You
much
honour
me
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lodam
,
and
Cameleon
.
Lod.
Cam
,
see
and
if
he
be
come
yet
,
bring
mee
word
hither
.
Cam.
I
see
one
lying
o'
the
ground
—
Lod.
Is
there
so
?
le
ts
steale
way
before
we
be
discouered
,
I
do
not
like
when
men
lye
perdue
,
beside
,
there
may
be
three
or
foure
of
a
heape
,
for
ought
we
know
:
le
ts
backe
I
say
.
Cam.
T
is
a
horse
.
Lod.
Hang
him
iade
,
I
knew
it
could
bee
nothing
else
:
is
the
coast
cleare
Cameleon
?
Cam.
I
see
nothing
but
fiue
or
sixe
.
Lod.
Fiue
or
sixe
:
treachery
!
an
ambush
,
t
is
valour
to
runne
.
Cam.
They
bee
Wind-mille
.
Lod.
And
yet
,
thou
wod'st
perswade
me
,
t
was
an
ambush
for
me
.
Cam.
I
?
Lod.
Come
thou
wert
afraide
,
and
the
truth
were
knowne
;
but
be
valiant
:
I
haue
a
sword
;
and
if
I
doe
draw
.
it
shall
—
be
against
my
will
:
is
he
not
come
yet
?
Cam.
And
hee
were
betweene
this
and
More-gate
,
you
might
sent
him
.
Lod.
If
he
come
,
some body
shall
smell
ill
favouredly
,
ere
he
and
I
part
:
—
ha
!
by
this
fl●sh
t
is
he
;
Cam
,
go
tell
him
I
am
sicke
.
Enter
Hauer
,
Rawbone
,
(
hauing
chang'd
cloathes
)
Captaine
.
Hau.
Master
Lodam
.
Lod
A
brace
of
bullets
to
my
heare
.
Cap.
Here
can
I
stand
and
behold
the
Champions
.
Lod.
I
haue
expected
you
this
two
houres
,
which
is
more
then
I
had
one
to
all
the
men
I
ha
fought
withall
,
since
I
slew
the
high
Germaine
in
Tutle
.
Cap.
Whorson
,
moale-cather
.
Lod.
Draw
Spider
.
Cap.
Wellslye
toade
.
Hau.
Let
vs
conferre
a
little
.
Lod.
Conferre
me
no
conferrings
:
I
will
haue
no
more
mercy
on
thee
,
then
an
Infidell
:
and
t'hadst
beene
wise
,
thou
mightest
ha
kept
thee
at
home
,
with
thy
melancholy
Cat
,
that
keepes
thy
Study
,
with
whom
thou
art
in
Commons
,
and
doest
feede
on
Rats
a
Sundayes
;
then
perhaps
a
legge
or
an
arme
,
with
thy
Iewes
eares
had
satisfied
me
,
when
I
met
thee
next
:
draw
I
say
,
why
doest
not
draw
?
Hau
I
come
to
giue
you
satisfaction
.
Lod.
What
with
words
?
Sirra
Tartar
,
my
Foxe
shall
scratch
thy
guts
out
,
which
I
will
send
to
the
Beare-Garden
:
Doest
heare
Vsuring
dog
,
I
le
tell
thee
my
resolution
.
I
doe
meane
to
giue
thee
as
many
Wounds
before
I
kill
thee
,
as
a
Surgeons
signe
has
;
and
when
I
am
weary
of
skarrifying
thy
flesh
,
I
le
bore
thy
heart
—
which
done
:
mark
what
I
say
;
I
will
diuide
thy
quarters
:
obserue
and
tremble
;
then
will
I
ha
thee
put
into
a
tub
or
Barrell
,
and
powder
thee
,
and
after
three
dayes
in
pickle
,
this
thing
that
was
thy
seruant
,
this
Cacodemon
whom
thou
didst
statue
once
,
Cameleon
,
shall
in
reuenge
of
his
pityfull
famine
,
eate
thee
vp
,
deuoure
thee
,
and
grow
fat
i'
the
ribs
agen
with
thy
flesh
.
Mammon
—
Cam.
I
hungrily
thanke
your
Worship
.
Raw.
What
haue
I
scapt
?
aside
.
Lod.
Which
is
more
,
after
thou
art
dead
,
I
wonot
leaue
thy
soule
quiet
,
I
le
torment
thy
Ghost
:
for
I
will
streight
to
thy
house
where
I
will
breake
open
thy
Chests
,
lin'd
with
white
and
yellow
mettle
,
which
I
will
cast
away
on
pious
vses
:
then
summon
all
thy
debtors
by
a
Drum
,
and
giue
em
in
,
all
their
Bills
,
Bonds
,
Euidences
,
Indentures
,
Defesances
,
Morgages
,
Statutes
.
Raw.
I
shall
be
vndone
.
—
Lod.
And
there
were
a
million
on
em
.
Raw.
I
le
home
,
and
shut
vp
my
doores
,
for
feare
he
kill
Iasper
and
vse
me
so
indeede
.
Cap.
If
thou
doest
offer
to
looke
home
agen
,
till
they
ha
done
,
I
le
cut
thee
off
at
thigh
.
Raw.
Ah
—
Lod.
Draw
I
say
.
Hau.
Since
there
is
no
remedy
.
Lod.
His
sword
appeares
Cam
.
Cam.
If
he
were
a
coward
you
were
able
to
coniure
a
spirit
into
him
,
with
those
threatnings
.
Lod.
Pox
a'
my
dulues
:
dost
heare
scoundrell
,
if
I
should
incline
to
mercy
,
what
submission
?
ha
?
let
mee
see
—
I
,
I
,
liue
,
thou
shalt
vpon
thy
knees
confesse
thy
rascality
,
and
aske
me
forgiuenesse
in
priuate
,
in
the
presence
of
mistresse
Iane
,
and
the
twelue
Companies
which
at
thy
charge
shal
be
feasted
that
day
,
in
More-fields
.
Hau.
That
must
not
be
.
Lod.
Then
say
when
thou
art
dead
,
thou
wert
offred
conditions
for
thy
life
:
Cam
,
thou
shalt
feed
,
and
feed
high
Cameleon
,
—
let
me
see
;
—
come
t
is
my
foolish
nature
to
ha
compassion
o'
thee
,
I
know
th'
art
sorry
,
shat
onely
confesse
thy selfe
a
rascall
vnder
thy
hand
then
,
and
stay
my
in
ended
reuenge
which
else
would
ha
beene
immortall
.
Hau.
Let
me
consider
.
Lod.
Oho
Cam
.
—
Cap.
Both
cowards
,
we
shall
haue
no
skirmish
.
Raw.
Now
I
thinke
on
't
,
what
if
my
man
Iasper
,
should
be
valiant
and
kill
Lodam
—
umh
?
what
pickle
were
I
in
:
worse-worse
,
hee
'le
runne
away
,
I
shall
bee
taken
and
hang'd
for
the
Conspiracy
.
Puls
Haue
,
by
the
sleeue
.
r
Ah
—
Iasper
,
rogue
that
I
was
,
where
were
my
braines
to
challenge
him
—
he
wonot
heare
—
a
stubborne
knaue
,
he
lookes
as
if
he
meant
to
kill
:
ah
Iasper
.
Cap.
I
ha
seene
a
dogge
looke
like
him
,
that
has
drawne
a
Wicker
bottle
,
ratling
about
the
streetes
,
and
leering
on
both
sides
,
where
to
get
a
quiet
corner
to
bite
his
tayle
off
.
Raw.
I
doe
imagine
my selfe
apprehended
already
:
now
the
Constable
is
carrying
me
to
New-gate
—
now
,
now
.
I
me
at
the
Sessions
house
,
i'
the
Docke
:
—
now
I
'me
cald
—
not
guilty
my
Lord
:
—
the
Iury
has
found
the
indicement
Billa
vera
—
now
,
now
comes
my
sentence
.
Hau.
I
am
resolu'd
sir
.
Raw.
Ha
.
—
Hau.
You
shall
haue
what
acknowledgement
,
this
pen
of
steele
will
draw
out
in
your
flesh
,
with
red
inke
,
and
no
other
,
deare
master
Lodam
.
Lod.
How
?
Cap.
So
,
so
.
Raw.
Now
I
'me
i'
the
Cart
,
riding
vp
Holborne
in
a
two
wheel'd
Chariot
,
with
a
guard
of
Halberdiers
:
there
goes
a
proper
fellow
sayes
one
:
good
people
pray
for
me
:
now
I
am
at
the
three
Wodden
stilts
.
—
Lod.
Is
this
Rawbone
the
Coward
?
Doest
heare
thing
—
consider
what
thou
doest
,
come
among
friends
,
thy
word
shall
bee
as
good
as
a
note
vnder
thy
hand
,
tempt
not
my
fury
—
wod
I
were
off
,
with
asking
him
forgiuenesse
.
Raw.
Hey
!
now
I
feele
my
toes
hang
i'
the
Cart
:
Now
t
is
drawne
away
,
now
,
now
,
now
,
I
am
gone
—
turnes
above
.
Hau.
You
must
shew
your
fencing
.
Lod.
Hold
:
I
demaund
a
parlee
.
Hau.
How
?
Lod.
T
is
not
for
your
reputation
to
deale
with
a
Gentle-man
vpon
vnequall
termes
.
Hau.
Where
lye
the
oddes
?
Cap.
Howe
's
this
?
Lod
Examine
our
bodies
:
I
take
it
I
am
the
fairer
marke
,
t
is
a
disaduantage
:
feede
til
you
be
as
fat
as
I
,
and
I
le
fight
w'
ee
as
I
am
a
Gentle-man
.
Hau.
It
sha
not
serue
your
turne
.
Fight
.
Lod.
Hold
,
murder
,
murder
.
Raw.
I
'm
dead
,
I
'm
dead
.
Cap.
Whorson
puffe-paste
,
how
he
winkes
and
barkes
:
How
now
Gentle-men
,
master
Lodam
.
Lod.
Captayne
,
shud
a
come
but
a
little
sooner
,
and
ha
seene
good
sport
,
by
this
flesh
hee
came
vp
handsomely
to
me
;
a
pritty
sparke
faith
Captayne
.
Hau.
How
sir
?
Lod.
But
if
you
be
his
friend
,
runne
for
a
Surgeon
for
him
,
I
haue
hurt
him
vnder
the
short
ribs
,
beside
a
cut
or
two
i
th'
shoulder
:
would
I
were
in
a
Millars
sacke
yonder
,
though
I
were
ground
for
't
,
to
be
quit
onem
.
Hau.
You
wonot
vse
me
thus
?
Lod.
I
were
best
deliuer
my
sword
ere
I
be
compeld
too
't
—
a
pritty
fellow
,
and
one
that
will
make
a
souldier
,
because
I
see
th'
ast
a
spirit
,
and
canst
vse
thy
Weapon
,
I
le
bestow
a
dull
blade
vppon
thee
Squirrell
.
Cap.
Deliuer
vp
your
Weapon
:
Lod.
In
loue
in
loue
Captaine
,
hea's
a
sparke
a
my
reputation
,
and
worthy
your
acquaintance
.
Hau.
Thou
mully-puffe
,
were
it
not
iustice
to
kicke
thy
guts
out
.
Lod.
When
I
am
dis-arm'd
.
Hau.
Take
't
,
agen
you
spunge
—
Lod.
What
?
when
I
haue
geent
thee
:
t
is
at
thy
seruice
,
and
it
were
a
whole
Cutlers
shop
:
be
confident
.
Raw.
My
Ague
has
not
left
mee
yet
,
there
's
a
grudging
a'
the
halter
still
:
Cap.
Master
Rawbone
,
I
repent
my
opinion
of
your
Cowardize
.
I
see
you
dare
fight
,
and
shall
report
it
to
my
Cosen
:
You
shall
walke
home
,
shee
'le
take
it
as
an
honor
,
And
present
your
prisoner
.
Raw.
Iasper
,
le
ts
go
home
and
shift
,
do
not
go
—
honest
Iasper
.
Hau.
You
will
be
pratling
sirra
—
I
le
waite
vpon
you
Captayne
:
Master
Lodam
—
Lod.
I
will
accompany
thee
,
th'
art
noble
,
and
fit
for
my
conuersation
,
honest
master
Rawbone
—
a
poxe
vpon
you
.
Cap.
Nay
,
you
shal
waite
a
your
master
with
his
leaue
,
good
Iasper
Hau.
How
now
Iasper
?
Exeunt
.
Musicke
:
A
Table
set
forth
with
two
Tapers
:
Seruants
placing
Ewe
,
Bayes
,
and
Rosemary
,
&c.
Enter
Beauford
.
Beau.
Are
these
the
hearbes
you
strow
at
Funerals
.
Seruant
.
Yes
sir
.
Beau.
T
is
well
,
I
commend
your
care
,
And
thanke
yee
;
yee
haue
exprest
more
duty
Im
not
enquiring
wherefore
I
commaund
This
strange
employment
,
there
in
the
very
Act
of
your
obedience
:
my
chamber
Lookes
like
the
Spring
now
?
ha'
yee
not
arte
enough
To
make
this
Ewe
tree
grow
here
,
or
this
Bayes
?
The
embleme
of
our
victory
in
Death
?
But
they
present
that
best
when
they
are
wither'd
:
Haue
you
beene
carefull
that
no
day
breake
in
At
any
Window
,
I
would
dwell
in
night
,
And
haue
no
other
star-light
but
these
tapers
:
Ser.
If
any
aske
to
speake
with
you
,
Shall
I
say
,
you
are
abroad
.
Beau.
No
,
to
all
do
enquire
with
busie
faces
Pale
or
disturb'd
,
giue
free
accesse
.
Exit
ser
.
What
do
I
differ
from
the
dead
?
would
not
Some
fearefull
man
or
woman
seeing
me
,
Call
this
a
Church-yard
,
and
imagine
me
Some
wakefull
apparition
'mong
the
graues
;
That
for
some
treasures
buried
in
my
life
,
Walke
vp
and
downe
thus
?
buried
?
no
t
was
drownd
,
I
cannot
therefore
say
,
it
was
a
chest
,
Gratiana
had
nere
a
Coffin
,
I
haue
one
Spacious
enough
for
both
on
's
,
but
the
waues
Will
neuer
yeeld
too
't
,
for
it
may
bee
they
Soone
as
the
northerne
Wind
blowes
cold
vppon
em
,
Will
freeze
themselues
to
marble
ouer
her
,
Least
she
should
want
a
tombe
:
Enter
Keeper
.
Thy
businesse
.
Keeper
.
Hee
dyed
this
morning
:
A
friend
of
his
and
yours
did
practise
on
him
A
little
Surgery
,
but
in
vayne
;
his
last
Breath
did
forgiue
you
:
but
you
must
expect
No
safety
from
the
Law
:
my
seruice
sir
.
Beau.
I
haue
left
direction
,
that
it
cannot
misse
me
:
And
hadst
thou
come
to
apprehend
me
for
't
?
With
as
much
ease
thou
mightst
;
I
am
no
states-man
Officious
,
seruants
makes
no
sutors
waite
My
doores
vnguarded
;
t
is
no
laborinth
I
dwell
in
;
but
I
thanke
thy
loue
,
there
's
something
To
reward
it
:
iustice
cannot
put
on
A
shape
to
fright
me
.
Keeper
.
I
am
sorry
sir
,
Your
resolution
carries
so
much
danger
.
Exit
.
Beau.
What
can
life
bring
to
me
,
that
I
should
court
it
:
There
is
a
period
in
nature
,
i
st
not
Better
to
dye
and
not
be
sicke
;
worne
in
Our
bodies
,
which
in
imitation
Of
ghosts
,
grow
leane
,
as
if
they
woo'd
at
last
Be
immateriall
too
;
our
blood
turne
ielly
And
freeze
in
their
cold
channell
,
let
mee
expire
While
I
haue
heat
and
strength
to
tug
with
death
For
Victory
.
Enter
Milisent
.
Mil.
You
may
disburden
there
,
But
gently
,
t
is
a
chest
of
value
,
mistresse
—
I
le
giue
him
notice
,
where
is
Beauford
?
Beau.
Heere
.
Mil.
What
place
d'
ee
call
this
?
Beau.
T
is
a
Bridall
chamber
.
Mil.
It
presents
horrour
.
Beau.
Ha
you
anything
To
say
to
me
?
Mil.
Yes
.
Beau.
Proceede
.
Mil.
I
come
to
visite
you
.
Beau.
You
are
not
welcome
then
.
Mil.
I
did
suspect
it
,
and
haue
therfore
brought
My
assurance
wo
'me
,
I
must
require
Satisfaction
for
a
kinsmans
death
,
One
Marwood
.
Beau.
Ha
?
Mil.
Your
valour
was
not
noble
,
It
was
a
course
reward
to
kill
him
for
His
friendship
:
I
come
not
with
a
guard
of
Officers
to
attach
your
person
,
it
Were
too
poore
and
formall
,
the
instrument
That
sluc'd
his
soule
out
,
I
had
rather
shud
Sacrifice
to
his
ashes
,
and
my
sword
Shall
do
't
,
or
yours
be
guilty
of
another
,
To
waite
vppon
his
ghost
.
Beau.
Young
man
be
not
Too
rash
without
the
knowledg
how
our
quarrel
Rise
to
procure
thy selfe
a
danger
.
Mil.
Make
it
Not
your
feare
,
I
haue
heard
the
perfect
story
,
And
ere
I
fight
with
thee
shat
see
thy
errour
;
Acknowledge
thou
hast
kild
a
friend
,
I
bring
A
perspectiue
to
make
those
things
that
lye
Remote
from
sence
,
familiar
to
thee
,
nay
Thou
shat
confesse
thou
knowst
the
truth
of
what
Concernes
him
,
or
Gratiana
.
Beau.
When
my
soule
Throwes
off
this
vpper
Garment
,
I
shall
know
all
.
Mil.
Thou
shat
not
number
many
minutes
,
know
'T
was
my
mis-fortune
to
close
vp
the
eyes
Of
Marwood
,
whose
body
I
vow'd
neuer
Should
to
the
earth
without
reuenge
;
or
mee
Companion
to
his
graue
:
I
ha
therefore
brought
it
Hither
,
t
is
in
this
house
.
Beau.
Ha
?
Mil.
His
pale
corpes
Shall
witnesse
my
affection
.
Bea.
Thou
didst
promise
To
informe
me
of
Gratiana
.
Mil.
And
thus
briefly
:
Marwood
reueal'd
at
death
another
witnesse
Of
his
truth
,
for
Cardona
hee
corrupted
To
betray
Gratiana
to
him
.
Beau.
Ha
Cardona
!
Heauen
continue
her
among
the
liuing
,
But
halfe
an
houre
.
Mil.
I
ha
sau'd
yee
trouble
,
Shee
waites
without
,
in
your
name
I
procur'd
Her
presence
,
as
you
had
affaires
with
her
She
's
vnprepar'd
,
a
little
terrour
will
Enforce
her
to
confesse
the
truth
of
all
things
.
Beau.
Thou
doest
direct
well
.
Mil.
Still
remember
Beauford
I
am
thy
lenemy
,
and
in
this
doe
but
Prepare
thy
conscience
of
misdeede
to
Meete
my
iust
anger
.
Bea.
I
am
all
wonder
.
Milisent
bring
in
Cardona
.
Mil.
He
's
now
at
opportunity
.
Car.
Sir
you
sent
To
speake
with
me
.
Beau.
Come
neerer
,
I
heare
say
You
are
Baud
;
tell
me
how
goe
Virgins
I'
th
sinfull
market
;
nay
I
must
know
hell-cat
What
was
the
price
you
tooke
for
Gratianaes
:
Did
Marwood
come
off
roundly
with
his
wages
:
Tell
me
the
truth
,
or
by
my
fathers
soule
I
le
digge
thy
heart
out
.
Car.
Helpe
.
Beau.
Let
me
not
heare
A
syllable
that
has
not
referrence
To
my
question
—
or
—
Car.
I
le
tell
you
sir
:
Marwood
—
Beau.
So
.
Car.
Did
vitiously
affect
her
:
Won
with
his
gifts
and
flatteries
,
I
promis'd
My
assistance
,
but
I
knew
her
vertue
was
not
To
bee
corrupted
in
a
thought
.
Beau.
Ha
.
Car.
Therefore
—
Beau.
What
d'
ee
study
—
Car.
Hold
—
I
would
deliuer
The
rest
into
your
eare
,
it
is
too
shamefull
To
expresse
it
louder
then
a
whisper
—
Mil.
With
what
vnwillingnes
,
we
discouer
things
Wee
are
asham'd
to
owne
:
Cardona
shudst
Ha
vs'd
but
halfe
this
feare
in
thy
consent
.
And
thou
hadst
nere
beene
guilty
of
a
sinne
Thou
art
so
loath
to
part
with
though
it
be
A
burden
to
thy
soule
:
how
boldly
would
Out
innocence
plead
for
vs
;
but
shas
done
.
Beau.
Then
was
Gratianaes
honor
sau'd
.
Car.
Vntouch'd
.
Bea.
Where
am
I
lost
:
this
story
is
more
killing
Then
all
my
iealousies
:
Oh
Cardona
Goe
safe
from
hence
,
but
when
thou
com'st
at
home
,
Locke
thy selfe
vp
and
languish
,
till
thou
dye
Thou
shalt
meete
Marwood
,
in
a
gloomy
shade
,
Giue
backe
this
salary
,
Exit
Cardona
.
Mil.
Haue
I
made
good
My
promise
,
do
you
finde
your
errour
.
Beau.
No
I
ha
found
my
horror
—
has
the
chast
And
innocent
Gratiana
drown'd
her selfe
?
What
satisfaction
can
I
pay
thy
ghost
?
Mil.
Now
doe
me
right
sir
.
Beau.
Shee
's
gone
for
euer
,
And
can
the
earth
still
dwell
a
quiet
neighbour
To
the
rough
Sea
,
and
not
it selfe
bee
thaw'd
Into
a
riuer
;
let
it
melt
to
waues
From
hence-forth
,
that
beside
th'
inhabitants
,
The
very
Genius
of
the
World
may
drowne
,
And
not
accuse
me
for
her
:
Oh
Gratiana
.
Mil.
Reserue
your
passion
,
and
remember
what
I
come
for
.
Beau.
How
shall
I
punish
my
vniust
suspition
?
Death
is
too
poore
a
thing
to
suffer
for
her
:
Some
spirit
guide
mee
where
her
body
lyes
Within
her
watery
vrne
,
although
seal'd
vp
With
frost
,
my
teares
are
warme
and
can
dissolue
it
,
To
let
in
mee
,
and
my
repentance
to
her
.
I
would
kisse
her
cold
face
into
life
agen
Renew
her
breath
with
mine
,
on
her
pale
lip
I
do
not
thinke
,
but
if
some
artery
Of
mine
were
open'd
,
and
the
crimson
flood
Conuay'd
into
her
veines
,
it
would
agree
And
with
a
gentle
gliding
steale
it selfe
Into
her
heart
,
inlif'ne
her
dead
faculties
,
And
with
a
flattery
,
tice
her
soule
agen
,
To
dwell
in
her
faire
tenement
.
Mil.
You
loose
Your selfe
in
these
wild
fancies
;
recollect
And
doe
mee
iustice
.
Beau.
I
am
lost
indeede
,
With
fruitlesse
passion
:
I
remember
thee
And
thy
designe
agen
;
I
must
account
For
Marwoods
death
i
st
not
?
alas
thou
art
Too
young
,
and
canst
not
fight
,
I
wish
thou
wert
A
man
of
tough
and
actiue
sinewes
,
for
Thy
owne
reuenge
sake
,
I
would
prayse
thee
for
My
death
,
so
I
might
fall
but
nobly
by
thee
:
For
I
am
burden'd
with
a
weight
of
life
—
Stay
,
didst
not
tell
me
thou
hadst
brought
hither
The
body
of
young
Marwood
—
Mil.
Yes
.
Beau.
Since
a
mistake
,
not
malice
did
procure
His
ill
fate
,
I
will
but
drop
one
funerall
Teare
vpon
his
wound
,
and
soone
finish
To
doe
thee
right
.
Mil.
Yee
shall
.
A
coffin
brought
in
.
Beau.
Does
this
enclose
his
corpes
?
how
little
roome
Doe
wee
take
vp
in
death
,
that
liuing
,
know
No
bounds
?
here
without
murmurring
wee
can
Be
circumscrib'd
,
it
is
the
soule
,
that
makes
vs
Affect
such
wanton
,
and
irregular
pathes
;
When
that
's
gone
,
wee
are
quiet
as
the
earth
,
And
thinke
no
more
of
wandring
:
oh
Marwood
Forgiue
my
anger
,
thy
confession
did
Inuite
thy
ruine
from
me
,
yet
vppon
—
Opens
.
My
memory
forsake
me
,
t
is
Gratiana's
Spirit
,
hast
thou
left
thy
Heauenly
dwelling
To
call
me
hence
?
I
was
now
comming
to
thee
:
Or
but
commaund
more
hast
,
and
I
will
count
it
No
sinne
to
strike
my selfe
,
and
in
the
streame
Of
my
owne
blood
to
imitate
how
thou
Didst
drowne
thy selfe
.
Grat.
I
am
liuing
Beauford
.
Beau.
I
know
thou
art
immortall
.
Grat.
Liuing
as
thou
art
.
Beau.
Good
angels
doe
not
mocke
mortality
.
Grat.
And
came
—
Beau.
To
call
me
to
my
answere
how
I
durst
Suspect
thy
chastity
,
I
le
accuse
my selfe
And
to
thy
iniur'd
innocence
giue
me
vp
A
willing
sacrifice
.
Grat.
Oh
my
Beauford
,
now
I
am
ouer-blest
for
my
late
sufferings
;
I
haue
sollicited
my
Death
with
prayers
:
Now
I
would
liue
to
see
my
Beauford
loue
me
.
It
was
thy
friend
induc'd
me
to
that
letter
,
To
finde
if
thy
suspition
had
destroy'd
All
seedes
of
loue
.
Beau.
Art
thou
not
dead
indeede
,
May
I
beleeue
?
her
hands
is
warme
,
—
shee
breathes
Agen
—
and
kisses
as
she
wont
to
doe
Her
Beauford
,
art
Gratiana
?
Heauen
Let
me
dwell
here
vntill
my
soule
exhale
.
Mil.
One
sorrow
's
cur'd
Milisent
begone
,
Thou
hast
bin
too
long
absent
from
thy
owne
.
Exit
.
Bea.
Oh
my
ioy
rauisht
soule
,
but
where
's
the
youth
Brought
mee
this
blessing
?
vanisht
Gratiana
Where
is
hee
?
I
would
hang
about
his
necke
And
kisse
his
cheeke
,
he
we
not
leaue
me
so
:
Gone
?
sure
it
was
some
angell
,
was
hee
not
,
Or
doe
I
dreame
this
happinesse
,
wot
not
thou
Forsake
mee
to
?
Grat.
Oh
neuer
.
Beau.
Within
there
—
Bid
the
young
man
returne
,
and
quickly
,
least
My
ioy
aboue
the
strength
of
natures
sufferance
,
Kill
me
before
I
can
expresse
my
gratitude
:
Ha
yee
brought
him
?
Enter
Officers
.
Officer
.
Mr.
Beauford
,
I
am
sorry
wee
are
Commanded
to
apprehend
your
person
.
Grat.
Officers
ha
?
Officer
.
You
are
suspected
to
haue
slaine
a
Gentle-man
,
one
Marwood
.
Beau.
Haue
I
still
my
essence
ha
?
I
had
a
ioy
was
able
to
make
man
Forget
he
could
be
miserable
.
Officer
.
Come
sir
.
Beau.
If
ere
extreamities
did
kill
,
wee
hath
Shall
dye
this
very
minute
.
Grat.
You
shanot
goe
.
Officers
.
Our
authority
will
force
him
.
Grat.
Y'
are
villaines
,
murderers
:
Oh
my
Beauford
!
Beau.
Leaue
me
Gratiana
.
Grat.
Neuer
,
I
le
dye
with
thee
.
Beau.
What
can
wee
say
vnto
our
misery
,
Sau'd
in
a
tempest
that
did
threaten
most
,
Arriu'd
the
harbour
,
ship
,
and
all
are
lost
.
Officer
.
To
the
next
Iustice
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
Quinti
.
Scena
Prima
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Belfare
.
Bel.
Whether
art
fled
Gratiana
?
that
I
can
Conuerse
with
none
to
tell
mee
thou
art
still
A
mortall
?
taken
hence
by
miracle
?
Though
angels
should
intice
her
hence
,
to
heauen
,
She
was
so
full
of
piety
,
to
her
father
,
She
would
first
take
her
leaue
.
Enter
Isaac
and
a
Physition
.
Isa.
There
he
is
sir
,
he
cannot
choose
but
talke
idly
,
For
he
has
not
slept
since
the
last
great
mist
.
Phi.
Mist
?
Isa.
I
sir
,
his
daughter
,
my
young
mistresse
went
away
in
't
,
and
we
can
heare
no
tale
nor
tydings
of
her
,
to
tell
you
true
,
I
would
not
disgrace
my
old
master
,
but
hee
is
little
better
then
mad
.
Phi.
Vnhappy
Gentle-man
.
Bel.
T
is
so
,
hee
murder'd
her
;
For
he
that
first
would
rob
her
of
her
honor
,
Would
or
feare
after-ward
to
kill
Gratiana
,
He
shall
be
arrang'd
for
't
;
—
but
where
shall
wee
Get
honest
men
enough
to
make
a
Iury
?
That
dare
be
conscionable
,
when
the
Iudge
Lookes
on
,
and
frownes
vpon
the
Verdict
,
men
That
will
not
be
corrupted
,
to
fauour
A
great
man
euidence
,
but
preferre
iustice
To
ready
mony
?
oh
this
age
is
barren
—
Phy.
Master
Beauford's
newly
Apprehended
for
some
fact
,
and
carried
Fore
Iustice
Landby
,
in
my
passage
hither
I
met
him
guarded
.
Bel.
Guarded
for
what
?
Phy.
Some
did
whisper
hee
had
kild
—
Bel.
Gratiana
.
Oh
my
girle
,
my
Gratiana
,
—
Isaac
,
Beauford
is
taken
,
t
is
apparent
he
hath
slayne
my
daughter
,
and
shanot
I
reuenge
her
Death
?
I
le
prosecute
the
Law
with
violence
agaynst
him
,
not
leaue
the
Iudge
,
till
hee
pronounce
his
sentence
,
then
I
le
dye
,
and
carry
Gratiana
the
newes
before
him
.
Follow
me
—
Exeunt
.
Enter
Iustice
Landby
,
and
Iane
.
Iust.
I
expect
Iane
thou
wot
reward
my
care
With
thy
obedience
,
he
's
young
and
Wealthy
,
No
matter
for
those
idle
ceremonies
Of
wit
and
court-ship
.
Iane
.
Doe
I
heare
my
father
?
Iust.
He
will
maintaine
thee
gallant
,
City
wiues
Are
fortunes
darlings
,
gouerne
al
,
their
husbands
Variety
of
pleasure
,
and
apparell
When
some
of
higher
title
are
oft
faine
To
pawne
a
Lady-ship
:
thou
shat
haue
Rawbone
.
Iane
.
Vertue
forbid
it
,
you
are
my
father
sir
,
And
lower
then
the
earth
I
haue
a
heart
Prostrates
it selfe
,
I
had
my
being
from
you
,
But
I
beseech
you
,
take
it
not
away
Agen
,
by
your
seuerity
.
Iust.
How
's
this
?
I
like
it
well
.
aside
.
Ian.
You
haue
read
many
lectures
to
me
,
which
My
duty
hath
receiu'd
,
and
practiz'd
,
as
Precepts
from
heauen
,
but
neuer
did
I
heare
You
preach
so
ill
,
you
heretofore
directed
My
study
to
bee
carefull
of
my
fame
,
Cherish
desert
,
plant
my
affection
on
Noblenesse
,
which
can
onely
be
sufficient
To
make
it
fruitefull
,
and
d'
ce
counsell
now
To
marry
a
disease
?
Iust.
Good
!
my
owne
girls
—
What
i
st
you
sayd
?
ha
?
Iane
.
For
the
man
himselfe
Is
such
a
poore
and
miserable
thing
—
Iust.
But
such
another
word
,
and
I
take
off
My
blessing
:
how
now
Iane
?
Ian.
Alas
,
I
feare
He
is
in
earnest
,
marry
me
to
my
graue
,
to
that
you
shall
haue
my
consent
,
oh
do
not
Enforce
mee
to
be
guilty
of
a
false
Vow
,
both
to
Heauen
and
Angels
;
on
my
knees
—
Iust.
Humble
your
heart
,
rise
and
correct
your
sullennesse
,
I
am
resolu'd
,
would
you
be
sacrific'd
To
an
vnthrift
,
that
wil
dice
away
his
skinne
,
Rather
then
want
to
stake
at
Ordinaries
?
Consume
what
I
haue
gather'd
at
a
breake-fast
,
Or
mornings
draught
?
and
when
you
ha
teem'd
for
him
Turne
Semptresse
to
find
milke
and
clouts
for
babies
:
Foote
stockings
,
to
maintaine
him
in
the
Compter
?
Or
if
this
fayle
,
erect
a
bandy
Citadell
,
Well
man'd
,
which
fortified
with
demy-Cannon
Tobacco
pipes
,
may
raise
you
to
a
fortune
,
Together
with
the
traile
—
Iane
.
Oh
my
cruell
starres
!
Iust.
Starre
me
no
starres
,
I
le
haue
my
will
—
Ian.
One
minute
hath
ruin'd
all
my
hope
,
Milisent
Was
cruell
thus
to
mocke
me
.
Enter
Captayne
,
Hauer
,
Lodam
,
Rawbone
,
and
Cameleon
.
Cap.
Vnde
—
Cap.
and
Iust
,
whisper
.
Isa.
You
heare
,
now
he
talkes
.
Bel.
But
I
ha
found
the
way
,
t
is
but
procuring
Acquaintance
with
the
fore-man
of
the
Iury
,
The
Sessions
bell-weather
,
he
leades
the
rest
Like
sheepe
when
hee
makes
a
gap
,
they
follow
In
huddle
to
his
sentence
.
Isa.
Speake
to
him
sir
.
Phi.
God
saue
you
sir
Iohn
Belfare
.
Bel.
I
am
a
little
serious
—
do
not
trouble
mee
.
Phi.
D'
ee
not
know
me
?
Bel.
I
neyther
know
,
nor
care
for
you
,
vnlesse
You
can
bee
silent
.
Phi.
I
me
your
neighbour
—
Isa.
Master
Doctor
—
Bel.
Away
foole
.
Isa.
No
sir
,
a
Physition
.
Bel.
A
Physition
?
can
you
cure
my
daughter
?
Phi.
I
sir
,
where
is
shee
?
Bel.
Cannot
you
find
her
out
by
arte
?
a
good
Physition
,
shud
be
acquainted
with
the
Starres
:
Prethee
erect
a
figure
,
graue
Astronomer
,
Sh'at
ha
the
minute
she
departed
;
turne
Thy
Ephemerides
a
little
,
I
le
lend
Thee
Ptolomy
,
and
a
nest
of
learned
Rabbies
To
iudge
by
:
tell
me
whither
she
be
a
liue
,
Or
dead
,
and
thou
shalt
bee
my
Doctor
,
I
le
Giue
thee
a
round
per
Annum
pension
,
And
thou
shalt
kill
me
for
it
.
Phi.
He
has
a
strange
De
lyrium
.
Isa.
I
sir
.
Phi.
A
Vertigo
in
's
head
.
Isa.
In
his
head
.
Bel.
What
sayes
the
Rauen
?
Isa.
He
sayes
,
you
haue
two
hard
words
in
your
head
sir
.
Phi.
Haue
you
forgot
me
sir
,
I
was
but
late
Familiar
to
your
knowledge
.
Bel
Ha'
your
pardon
gentle
sir
I
know
you
now
,
Impute
it
to
my
griefe
,
t'
hath
almost
made
mee
Forget
my selfe
.
Phi.
I
come
to
visite
you
.
And
cannot
but
bee
sorry
,
to
behold
You
thus
afflicted
.
Bel.
Doctor
I
am
sicke
,
I
'me
very
sicke
at
heart
losse
of
my
daughter
I
feare
,
will
make
me
mad
,
how
long
d'
ee
thinke
Mans
nature
able
to
resist
it
,
can
Your
loue
or
arte
prescribe
your
friend
a
Cordial
?
No
,
no
,
you
cannot
.
Phi.
Sir
,
bee
comforted
.
Wee
haue
our
manly
vertue
giuen
vs
,
To
exercise
in
such
extreames
as
these
.
Bel.
As
these
?
why
do
you
know
what
t
is
to
Loose
a
daughter
?
you
conuerse
with
men
,
that
Are
diseas'd
in
body
;
punish'd
with
a
gout
Or
feauer
:
yet
some
of
these
are
held
The
shames
of
physicke
,
but
to
th'
mind
you
can
Apply
no
salutary
medicine
:
My
daughter
sir
,
my
daughter
—
Phi.
Was
too
blame
To
leaue
you
so
,
loose
not
your
wisedome
for
Your
daughters
want
of
piety
.
Bel.
Speake
well
A'
th
dead
,
for
liuing
shee
would
not
be
absent
Thus
from
mee
,
shee
was
euer
dutifull
Tooke
pleasure
in
obedience
:
oh
my
child
,
But
I
haue
strong
suspition
,
by
whom
She
's
made
away
.
Beauford
—
Phi.
How
?
Bel
He
that
pretended
marriage
—
he
gaue
her
A
wound
before
.
Raw.
Iasper
?
what
case
am
I
in
?
Hau.
Be
wise
and
keep
your
counsell
,
is
not
all
for
your
honor
?
Lod.
Lady
,
I
hope
by
this
time
,
you
are
able
to
distinguish
A
difference
betweene
Rawbone
and
my selfe
.
Cam.
I
finde
little
.
Cap.
You
shall
doe
noble
sir
.
Iust.
Mr.
Rawbone
,
the
onely
man
in
my
wishes
:
My
nephew
giues
you
valiant
,
your
merit
Ore-ioyes
me
,
and
to
shew
how
much
I
value
Your
worth
my
daughter
yours
,
I
le
see
you
Married
this
morning
ere
we
part
,
receiue
him
Into
your
bosome
Iane
,
or
loose
me
euer
.
Ian.
I
obey
sir
:
will
my
father
cozen
himselfe
?
Han.
Ha
,
doe
I
dreame
?
Raw.
Dreame
quotha
,
this
is
a
pritty
dreame
.
Iust.
Master
Lodam
,
I
hope
you
'le
not
repine
at
his
fortune
.
Raw.
But
Rawbone
will
pine
,
and
repine
if
this
be
not
a
dreame
?
Lod.
I
allow
it
,
and
will
dine
with
you
.
Cam.
And
I
.
Raw.
Iasper
:
no
,
will
no body
know
me
?
Iust.
Let
's
loose
no
time
,
I
haue
no
quiet
tell
I
call
him
sonne
.
Raw.
Master
Iustice
,
do
me
right
,
You
do
not
know
who
I
am
—
I
am
—
Iust.
An
asse
sir
,
Are
you
not
?
what
make
you
pratling
?
Raw.
Sir
,
—
Noble
Captaine
,
a
word
,
I
am
—
Cap.
A
Coxecombe
.
Your
man
is
fancy
sir
.
Raw.
Then
I
am
a
—
sleepe
.
Cap.
I
forget
Gratiana
Iust.
Cosen
,
you
shall
supply
my
place
at
Church
,
while
I
prepare
for
your
returne
,
some
guests
wee
must
haue
—
nay
,
nay
haste
,
the
morne
growes
old
,
wee
'le
ha
't
a
Wedding
day
.
Han.
Here
's
a
blessing
beyond
hope
.
Raw.
Sure
I
am
sleepe
,
I
will
cene
walke
with
'em
till
my
dreame
be
out
.
Enter
Beuford
,
Officers
,
Marwood
disguised
,
Keeper
,
Gratiana
.
Iust.
Mr.
Beauford
,
welcome
and
Gratiana
—
Beau.
You
will
repent
your
curtesie
,
I
am
Presented
an
offender
to
you
.
Offi.
Yes
,
and
please
your
worship
,
he
is
accus'd
.
Iust.
How
?
Grat.
Sir
,
you
haue
charity
,
beleeue
em
not
,
They
doe
conspire
to
take
away
his
life
.
Keeper
.
May
it
please
you
vnderstand
,
he
has
kild
A
Gentle-man
,
one
Marwood
,
in
our
Parke
,
I
found
him
wounded
mortally
,
though
before
He
dyed
,
he
did
confesse
.
Beau.
Vrge
it
no
farther
,
I
le
saue
the
trouble
of
examination
,
And
yeeld
my selfe
vp
guilty
.
Grat.
For
heauens
sake
Beleeue
him
not
,
hee
is
an
enemy
To
his
owne
life
;
deare
Beauford
,
what
d'
ee
meane
To
cast
your selfe
away
,
y'
are
more
vnmercifull
Then
those
that
doe
accuse
you
,
then
the
Law
It selfe
,
for
at
the
worst
,
that
can
but
finde
You
guilty
at
the
last
,
too
soone
for
me
To
bee
deuided
from
you
.
Beau.
Oh
Gratiana
,
I
call
heauen
to
witnesse
,
Though
my
mis-fortune
made
mee
thinke
before
,
My
life
a
tedious
and
painefull
trouble
,
My
very
soule
a
luggage
,
and
too
heauy
For
me
to
carry
,
now
I
wish
to
liue
,
To
liue
for
thy
sake
,
till
my
haire
were
siluer'd
With
age
;
to
liue
till
thou
wodst
ha
me
dye
,
And
were
a
weary
of
me
:
For
I
neuer
Could
by
the
seruice
of
one
life
,
reward
Enough
thy
loue
,
nor
by
the
suffering
The
punishment
of
age
and
time
,
do
pennance
Sufficient
for
my
iniury
,
but
my
fate
Hurries
me
from
thee
,
then
accept
my
death
A
satisfaction
for
that
sinne
,
I
could
not
Redeeme
aliue
,
I
cannot
but
confesse
The
accusation
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Belfare
,
and
Isaac
.
Bel.
Iustice
,
iustice
,
I
will
haue
iustice
:
Ha
Gratiana
!
Grat.
Oh
my
deare
father
—
Bel.
Art
a
liue
,
oh
my
ioy
,
it
growes
To
mighty
for
me
,
I
must
weepe
a
little
To
saue
my
heart
—
Isa.
My
young
mistresse
aliue
.
Exit
Grat.
If
euer
you
lou'd
Gratiana
,
plead
for
Beauford
,
H
'as
beene
abus'd
,
by
a
villaine
,
all
's
discouer'd
,
W
'aue
renew'd
hearts
,
and
now
I
feare
,
I
shall
Loose
him
agen
,
accus'd
here
for
the
death
Of
Marwood
,
that
was
cause
of
all
our
suffering
.
Bel.
I
ha
not
wept
enough
for
ioy
Gratiana
That
th'
art
aliue
yet
—
I
vnderstand
nothing
Beside
this
comfort
.
Grat.
Deere
sir
recollect
,
And
second
me
.
Iust.
The
fact
confest
,
all
hope
Wil
be
a
pardon
sir
may
be
procur'd
:
Sir
Iohn
—
y'
are
come
in
a
sad
time
.
Grat.
What
is
the
worst
you
charge
him
with
?
Keeper
.
He
has
slaine
a
Gentle-man
.
Iust.
No
common
trespasse
.
Grat.
He
has
done
iustice
.
Iust.
How
?
Grat.
A
publicke
benefite
to
his
Country
in
't
.
Iust.
Killing
a
man
?
her
sorrow
ouer-throwes
Her
reason
.
Grat.
Heare
me
,
Marwood
was
a
Villaine
,
A
rebell
vnto
vertue
,
a
prophaner
Of
friendships
sacred
lawes
,
a
murderer
Of
virgin
chastity
,
against
whose
malice
No
innocence
could
hope
protection
;
But
like
a
Bird
grip'd
by
an
Eagles
talent
,
It
growing
dyes
.
What
punishment
can
you
inflict
on
him
,
That
in
contemp
of
nature
,
and
religion
,
Inforces
breach
of
loue
,
of
holy
vowes
?
Sets
them
at
warre
whose
hearts
were
married
In
a
full
congregation
of
Angels
:
I
know
you
will
not
say
,
but
such
deserue
To
dye
yet
Marwood
being
dead
,
you
reach
Your
fury
to
his
heart
,
that
did
this
benefit
.
Beau.
Oh
Gratiana
if
I
may
not
liue
To
enjoy
thee
here
,
Il
would
thou
hadst
beene
dead
Indeede
for
in
a
little
time
,
we
shu'd
Ha
met
each
other
in
a
better
World
?
But
since
I
go
before
thee
,
I
will
carry
Thy
prayse
along
,
and
if
my
soule
forget
not
,
What
it
hath
lou'd
,
when
it
conuerst
with
men
,
I
wil
so
talke
of
thee
among
the
blest
.
That
they
shal
be
in
loue
with
thee
,
and
descend
In
holy
shapes
,
to
woe
thee
to
come
thither
,
And
be
of
their
society
doe
not
veile
thy
beauty
With
such
a
shower
,
keepe
this
soft
raine
,
To
water
some
more
lost
,
and
barren
garden
,
Least
thou
destroy
the
spring
,
which
nature
made
To
be
a
wonder
in
thy
cheeke
Iust.
Where
is
Marwoods
body
?
Mar.
Here
sir
.
Omnes
.
A
liue
!
Mil.
Ha
Marwood
?
Mar.
A
liue
,
as
glad
to
see
thee
,
as
thou
art
To
know
thy selfe
acquitted
for
my
death
;
Which
I
of
purpose
by
this
honest
friend
,
To
whose
cure
,
I
owe
my
life
,
made
you
beleeue
,
I
increase
our
ioy
at
meeting
:
for
you
Lady
,
You
are
a
woman
,
—
yet
you
might
ha
beene
Lesse
violent
in
your
pleading
,
do
not
Engage
me
past
respects
of
mine
,
or
your
own
honor
.
Grat.
Mine
is
aboue
thy
malice
,
I
haue
a
breast
Impenetrable
,
'gainst
which
,
thou
soundly
ayming
,
Thy
arrowes
,
but
recoile
into
thy
bosome
,
And
leaue
a
wound
.
Beau.
Friend
we
haue
found
thy
errour
—
Mar.
Let
it
be
mine
,
we
haue
had
stormes
already
.
Grat.
Tell
me
iniurious
man
for
in
this
presence
You
must
acquit
the
honour
you
accus'd
,
Discharge
thy
poyson
here
,
inhumane
Traytor
—
Beau.
Thou
wo't
aske
her
now
forigvenes
,
she
's
al
chastitie
.
Mar.
Why
d'
ee
tempt
me
thus
?
Bel.
It
was
ill
done
sir
—
Iust
Accuse
her
to
her
face
.
Mar.
So
so
,
you
see
,
I
am
silent
still
.
Gra.
You
are
too
full
of
guilt
to
excuse
your
trechery
.
Mar.
Then
farwell
all
respect
,
and
heare
me
tell
This
bold
and
insolent
woman
,
that
so
late
Made
triumph
in
my
death
.
Mil.
Oh
sir
proceede
not
,
You
do
not
declare
your selfe
of
generous
birth
,
Thus
openly
to
accuse
a
Gentle-woman
,
Were
it
a
truth
.
Grat.
He
may
throw
soyle
at
heauen
,
And
as
soone
staine
it
.
Mar.
Sirra
boy
,
who
made
you
so
peremptory
He
would
be
whipt
.
Mil.
With
what
?
I
am
not
arm'd
You
see
,
but
your
big
language
would
not
fright
My
youth
,
were
it
be
friended
with
a
sword
;
You
should
find
then
I
would
dare
to
proue
it
A
falsehood
,
on
your
person
.
Iust.
How
now
Milisent
?
Mar.
Hath
my
loue
made
mee
thus
ridiculous
?
Beauford
,
that
you
will
suffer
such
a
boy
To
affront
me
?
then
against
all
the
world
I
rise
an
enemy
,
and
defie
his
valour
Dares
iustifie
Gratiana
vertuous
.
Enter
Isaac
,
and
Cardona
.
Isa.
Beleeue
your
eyes
.
Car.
My
daughter
aliue
?
Oh
my
deare
heart
.
Mar.
You
are
come
opportunely
,
Cardona
speake
the
truth
,
as
thou
wouldst
not
Eate
my
poinard
,
is
not
Gratiana
A
sinnefull
woman
.
Mar.
What
meanes
Marwood
,
ha
?
Bel.
I
am
in
a
laborinth
?
Car.
Hold
,
I
confesse
—
You
neuer
did
enioy
Gratiana
.
Mar.
Ha
?
Car.
Let
not
our
shame
be
publicke
,
sir
,
you
shall
Haue
the
whole
truth
,
oh
that
my
teares
were
able
To
wash
my
sinne
away
—
won
with
your
promises
,
I
did
,
in
hope
to
marke
my self
a
fortune
,
And
get
a
husband
for
my
childe
,
with
much
Blacke
oratoury
,
woe
my
daughter
to
Supply
Gratianaes
bed
,
whom
with
what
Circumstance
,
you
enioy'd
,
that
you
beleeu'd
It
was
the
virgin
you
desir'd
.
Bel.
I
st
possible
?
Mar.
I
am
at
a
confasion
,
where
's
this
daughter
?
Car.
She
with
the
feare
(
as
I
conceiue
)
of
her
Dishonour
,
taking
a
few
iewels
with
her
,
Went
from
me
,
I
know
not
whither
,
by
this
time
Dead
if
not
more
vnhappy
in
her
fortune
.
Mar.
Into
how
many
sinnes
hath
lust
engag'd
me
?
Is
there
a
hope
you
can
forgiue
,
and
you
,
And
she
whom
I
haue
most
dishonor'd
I
neuer
had
a
conscience
till
now
,
To
be
grieu'd
for
her
,
I
will
hide
my selfe
From
all
the
World
.
Mil.
Stay
sir
—
Grat.
You
heare
this
Beauford
,
father
—
Beau.
This
she
confest
to
me
,
though
I
conceal'd
From
thee
the
errour
,
Marwood
dead
,
their
shame
Would
not
ha
giuen
my
life
aduantage
,
now
We
haue
ore-come
the
malice
of
our
fate
:
I
hope
you
'le
call
me
sonne
.
Bel.
Both
my
lou'd
children
.
Iust.
I
congratulate
your
ioy
.
Mar.
Beauford
,
Gentle-men
,
This
is
a
woman
,
Lucibol
your
daughter
,
The
too
much
iniur'd
maide
:
oh
pardon
me
,
Welcom
both
to
my
knowledge
,
and
my
heart
.
Car
Oh
my
childe
.
Iust.
My
seruant
prooue
a
woman
?
Bel.
You
le
marry
her
.
Mar.
I
shall
begin
my
recompence
:
Lead
you
to
Church
we
'le
find
the
Priest
more
worke
.
Iust.
He
has
done
some
already
,
for
by
this
time
I
haue
a
daughter
married
to
young
Hauer
.
That
walk'd
in
Rawbones
liuery
,
—
they
'r
return'd
.
Enter
Captaine
,
Hauer
,
Iane
,
Lodam
,
and
Cameleon
.
Hau.
Father
your
pardon
,
though
you
meant
me
not
Your
sonne
,
yet
I
must
call
your
daughter
,
wife
:
Here
I
resigne
my
Citizen
.
Bel.
Young
Hauer
.
Iust
My
blessing
on
you
both
,
I
meant
it
so
:
a
letter
tooke
off
this
Disguise
before
;
nay
here
are
more
couples
,
Enough
to
play
at
Barly-breake
.
Raw.
Master
Lodam
,
you
and
I
are
in
Hell
,
Lod.
How
?
Hau.
You
and
I
are
friends
.
Lod.
I
knew
,
by
instinct
,
I
had
no
quarell
to
thee
:
Art
thou
Rawbone
?
Raw.
I
am
not
drunke
—
Lod.
No
,
but
thou
art
disguis'd
shrewdly
.
Raw.
I
wonot
beleeue
,
I
am
awake
:
This
is
not
possible
.
Beau.
Leaue
off
to
wonder
Captaine
.
Cap.
Sure
this
is
a
dreame
.
Raw.
As
sure
,
as
you
are
there
Captayne
,
'las
wee
doe
but
walke
and
talke
in
our
sleepe
,
all
this
while
.
Bel.
Away
,
away
.
Lod.
I
to
dinner
bullies
.
Raw.
D'
ee
heare
Gentle-men
,
before
you
go
,
does
no-body
know
me
?
who
am
I
?
who
am
I
?
Iust.
You
are
master
Rawbone
fit
,
that
would
haue
married
my
daughter
,
that
is
now
wise
,
I
take
it
,
to
this
Gentle-man
,
your
seeming
seruant
.
Raw.
Dreame
on
,
dreame
on
:
Iasper
,
make
much
a'
the
wench
now
th'
ast
got
her
,
am
not
I
finely
guld
?
Hau.
I
thinke
so
.
Raw.
Dreame
on
together
,
a
good
iest
yfaith
,
he
thinkes
all
this
is
true
now
.
Cap.
Are
not
you
then
,
awake
fit
?
Raw.
No
marry
am
I
not
sir
.
Cap.
What
d'
ee
thinke
a'th
at
sir
.
kickes
him
.
Raw.
That
sir
?
now
do
I
dreame
that
I
am
kickt
.
Cap.
You
doe
not
feele
it
then
.
Raw.
Kicke
,
kicke
your
hearts
out
.
Lod.
Say
you
so
,
let
my
foote
be
in
too
then
.
Raw.
Sure
I
shall
crye
out
in
my
sleep
—
what
a
long
night
t
is
.
Bel.
Set
on
.
Lod.
I
,
I
,
we
may
come
backe
,
and
take
him
napping
.
Beau.
Come
Gratiana
,
My
soule
best
halfe
,
le
ts
tye
the
sacred
knot
,
So
long
deferr'd
,
neuer
did
two
louers
,
Meet
in
so
little
time
so
many
changes
;
Our
Wedding
day
is
come
,
the
sorrowes
past
Shall
giue
our
present
ioy
more
heauenly
tast
.
Exeunt
.