His Reason's dangerous seducer, Folly. Like four straight pillars, the four Elements Shall then affright the creature built by Heaven, Reserv'd to immortality. Henceforth him. Two devils that are occasions to enforce Win. And that will be as difficult Frank. Fathers are Won by degrees, not bluntly, as our masters He can have notice of what's past, th' inheritance Win. You who had The conquest of my maiden-love, may easily Conquer the fears of my distrust. And whither Must I be hurried? Frank. Prithee do not use A word so much unsuitable to the constant Win. All these are nothing Frank. Which thou shalt have Once every month at least. Win. Once every month! Is this to have an husband? Frank. Perhaps oftener; That's as occasion serves. Win. Ay, ay; in case No other beauty tempt your eye, whom you Frank. To quit which fear at once, I plighted thee a faith, as free from challenge, That binds me thine. And, Winnifrede, whenever Your reason would have oversway'd the passion Frank. So you promised me Before, in case I married her. I know What certainty shall I resolve? Excuse me, Sir Ar. It is but reason. Frank. I hope, sir, you will think I cannot keep Without a daily charge. Sir Ar. As for the money, [her, 'Tis all thine own; and though I cannot make thee A present payment, yet thou shalt be sure I will not fail thee. Frank. But our occasions Sir Ar. Nay, nay, Talk not of your occasions; trust my bounty, Frank? 'Tis well, 'tis passing well!-then, Winnifrede, Once more thou art an honest woman. Frank, Thou hast a jewel, love her; she'll deserve it. Frank. She is making ready; Her uncle stays for her. Sir Ar. Most provident speed. Frank, I will be [thy] friend, and such a friend!Thou wilt bring her thither? Frank. Sir, I cannot; newly My father sent me word I should come to him. To handle him. Frank. I have a suit to you. Sir Ar. What is it? Anything, Frank; command it. Frank. That you'll please By letters to assure my father, that I am not married. Sir Ar. How? Frank. Some one or other Hath certainly inform'd him, that I purposed Lowly I crave your letters, which he seeing Sir Ar. But what is there to quit My knowledge of the marriage? Frank. Why, you were not A witness to it. Sir Ar. I conceive; and then Sir Ar. I for trial? Not I, by this good sun-shine! That syllable of good, and yet not tremble That brings not with it pity for the wrongs Sir Ar. Wilt thou turn monster now? art not asham'd After so many months to be honest at last? Win. My resolution Is built upon a rock. This very day His land confirm'd, thou wilt acquaint him tho- Young Thorney vow'd, with oaths not to be roughly With all that's past. Frank. I mean no less. Sir Ar. Provided I never was made privy to't. Frank. Alas, sir, Am I a talker? Sir Ar. Draw thyself the letter, I'll put my hand to't. I commend thy policy, Thou'rt witty, witty, Frank; nay, nay, 'tis fit: Dispatch it. [Exil. Frank. I shall write effectually. One trouble then is freed. He that will feast Enter WINNIFREDE in a riding-suit. Win, I have heard the news, all now is safe; Farewell, for fashion's sake; but I will visit thee Win. Then were my happiness, That I in heart repent I did not bring him I have been much to blame: had not my laundress Given way to your immoderate waste of virtue, Sir Ar. Dear, dear Win, I hug this art of thine; it shows how cleanly In Heaven's book? Sir Arthur, do not study Of sacrilege; for if you but endeavour By any unchaste word to tempt my constancy, Of holy marriage. I have said enough; Sir Ar. Get you to your nunnery, There freeze in your old cloister: this is fine! Win. Good angels guide me! Sir, you'll give me leave To weep and pray for your conversion? Sir Ar. Yes; Car. No gentleman I, master Thorney; spare the mastership, call me by my name, John Carter. Master is a title my father, nor his before him, were acquainted with; honest Hertfordshire yeomen; such an one am I; my word and my deed shall be proved one at all times. I mean to give you no security for the marriage-money. Thor. How! no security? although it need not so long as you live; yet who is he has surety of his life one hour? Men, the proverb says, are mortal; else, for my part, I distrust you not, were the sum double. Car. Double, treble, more or less, I tell you, master Thorney, I'll give no security. Bonds and bills are but terriers to catch fools, and keep lazy knaves busy; my security shall be present payment. And we here, about Edmonton, hold present payment as sure as an alderman's bond in London, master Thorney. Thor. I cry you mercy, sir, I understood you not. Car. I like young Frank well, so does my Susan too; the girl has a fancy to him, which makes me ready in my purse. There be other suitors within, that make much noise to little purpose. If Frank love Sue, Sue shall have none but Frank: 'tis a mannerly girl, master Thorney, though but an homely man's daughter; there have worse faces looked out of black bags, man. Thor. You speak your mind freely and honestly. I marvel my son comes not; I am sure he will be here some time to-day. Car. To-day or to-morrow, when he comes he shall be welcome to bread, beer, and beef, yeoman's fare; we have no kickshaws: full dishes, whole belly-fulls. Should I diet three days at one of the slender city-suppers, you might send me to Barber-Surgeon's hall the fourth day, to hang up for an anatomy.-Here come they that Enter WARBECK with SUSAN, SOMERTON with KATHERINE. How now, girls! every day play-day with you? Valentine's day, too, all by couples? Thus will young folks do when we are laid in our graves, master Thorney; here's all the care they take. And how do you find the wenches, gentlemen? have they any mind to a loose gown and a strait shoe? Win 'em and wear 'em; they shall choose for themselves by my consent. War. You speak like a kind father. Sue, thou hear'st The liberty that's granted thee; what sayest thou? Wilt thou be mine? Sus. Your what, sir? I dare swear Never your wife. War. Canst thou be so unkind, Considering how dearly I affect thee, Nay, dote on thy perfections? Sus. You are studied, Too scholar-like, in words I understand not. I am too coarse for such a gallant's love War. By the honour of gentility Sus. Good sir, no swearing; yea and nay with us Prevail above all oaths you can invent. War. By this white hand of thine- Fie, fie! flatter the wise; fools not regard it, War. Dost thou despise me? Car. Let them talk on, master Thorney; I know Sue's mind. The fly may buzz about the candle, he shall but singe his wings when all's done; Frank, Frank is he has her heart. Som. But shall I live in hope, Kate? Than be a desperate man. Som. Perhaps thou think'st it is thy portion Than twice thy father's whole estate; and, prithee, As worthily in loving thee sincerely, And when I fail, may all my joys forsake me! Car. Warbeck and Sue are at it still. I laugh to myself, master Thorney, to see how earnestly be beats the bush, while the bird is flown into another's bosom. A very unthrift, master Thorney; one of the country roaring-lads; we have such as well as the city, and as arrant rake-hells as they are, though not so nimble at their prizes of wit. Sue knows the rascal to an hair's-breadth, and will fit him accordingly. Thor. What is the other gentleman ? A Car. One Somerton; the honester man of the two, by five pound in every stone-weight. civil fellow; he has a fine convenient estate of land in West-ham, by Essex: master Ranges, that dwells by Enfield, sent him hither. He likes Kate well; I may tell you, I think she likes him as well: if they agree, I'll not hinder the match for my part. But that Warbeck is such another-I use him kindly for master Somerton's sake; for he came hither first as a companion of his honest men, master Thorney, may fall into knaves' company now and then. War. Three hundred a year jointure, Sue. By sea or land? I think by sea. War. Do I look like a captain? Should all that use the seas be reckon'd captains, War. Do you scorn me, mistress Susan ? Am I a subject to be jeer'd at ? Sus. Neither Am I a property for you to use As stale to your fond wanton loose discourse: War. Wilt be angry, wasp? Car. God-a-mercy, Sue! she'll firk him on my life, if he fumble with her. Enter FRANK. Master Francis Thorney, you are welcome indeed; your father expected your coming. How does the right worshipful knight, Sir Arthur Clarington, your master? Frank. In health this morning. Sir, my duty. |