4 Oliver. SIrra Raphe, my young Mistris is in such a pit-

5tifull passionate humour for the long absence

6of her Love.

7 Raphe. Why can you blame her, why, Ap-

8ples hanging longer on the tree then when they are ripe,

9makes so many falling, viz. Mad wenches because they are

10not gathered in time, are fain to drop of themselves, and

11then 'tis common you know for every man to take them

12up.

13 Oliver. Masse thou saist true, 'tis common indeed, but

14sirrah, is neither our young Master returned, nor our fel-

15low Sam come from London?

16 Raphe. Neither of either, as the Puritan Bawd sayes.

17'Slid I hear Sam, Sam's come, here tarry, come ifaith,

18now my nose itches for news.

19 Oliv. And so doth mine elbow.

21 Sam. Boy, look you walk my horse with discretion,

22I have rid him simply, I warrant his skin sticks to his

23back with very heat, if he should catch cold and get the

24cough of the lungs, I were well served, were I not? What

25Raph and Oliver.

26 Am. Honest fellow Sam, welcome ifaith, what tricks

27hast thou brought from London?

29 Sam. You see I am hang'd after the truest fashion,

30three Hats, and two Glasses bobbing upon them, two re-

31bato wyers upon my brest, a Capcase by my side, a Brush

32at my back, an Almanack in my pocket, and three Bal-

33lats in my codpiece, nay I am the true picture of a com-

34mon servingman.

35 Oliv. I'le swear thou art, thou maist set up when thou

36wilt, there's many a one begins with lesse I can tell thee,

37that proves a rich man ere he dies, but what's the news

38from London, Sam?

39 Raph. I that's well sed, what is the news from London,

40sirrah. My young Mistris keeps such a puling for her

41Love.

42 Sam. Why the more fool she, I, the more ninny-ham-

43mer she.

44 Oliv. Why Sam, why?

45 Sam. Why, he is married to another, long ago.

46 Amb. Faith ye jest.

47 Sam. Why, did you not know that till now? Why

48he's married, beats his wife, and has two or three chil-

49dren by her: for you must note, that any woman bears

50the more when she is beaten.

51 Raphe. I that's true, for she bears the blows.

52 Oliv. Sirrah Sam, I would not for two years wages

53my young Mistris knew so much, she'd run upon the left

54hand of her wit, and nere be her own woman again.

55 Sam. And I think she was blest in her Cradle, that

56he never came in her bed, why he has consumed all,

57pawn'd his Lands, and made his University Brother

58stand in wax for him; There's a fine phrase for a Scrive-

59ner, puh, he ows more then his skin is worth.

60 Oliver. Is't possible?

61 Sam. Nay, I'le tell you moreover, he calls his Wife

62whore, as familiarly as one would call Moll and Doll, and

63children bastards, as naturally as can be, but what have

64we here? I thought 'twas something pull'd down my

65Breeches: I quite forgot my two poting sticks, these came

66from London, now any thing is good here that comes from

67London.

68 Oliver.I, far fetcht you know.

69 Sam. But speak in your conscience ifaith, have not we

70as good poting sticks i'th' Country as need to be put i'th

71fire, the mind of a thing is all, and as thou said'st even

72now, far fetcht are the best things far Ladies.

73 Oliv. I, and for waiting gentlewomen too.

74 Sam. But Raphe, is our beer sower this thunder?

75 Raph. No, no, it holds countenance yet.

76 Sam. Why then follow me, I'le teach you the finest

77humour to be drunk in, I learn'd it at London last week.

78 Amb. Faith let's hear it, let's hear it.

79 Sam. The bravest humour, 'twould do a man good to

80be drunk in it, they call it knighting in London, when

81they drink upon their knees.

82 Amb. Faith that's excellent.

83Come follow me, I'le give you all the degrees of it in or-

86 Wife. What will become of us? all will away,

87My husband never ceases in expence,

88Both to consume his credit and his house.

89And 'tis set down by heavens just decree,

90That Riots child must needs be beggery.

91Are these the vertues that his youth did promise?

92Dice and voluptuous meetings, midnight Revels,

93Taking his bed with surfets. Ill beseeming

94The ancient honour of his House and Name:

95And this not all, but that which kills me most,

96When he recounts his losses and false fortunes,

97The weaknesse of his state so much dejected,

98Not as a man repentant, but half mad,

99His fortunes cannot answer his expence:

100He sits and sullenly locks up his armes,

101Forgetting heaven, looks downward, which makes

102Him appear so dreadfull, that he frights my heart:

103Walks heavily, as if his soule were earth;

104Not penitent for those his sins are past,

105But vext, his money cannot make them last:

106A fearfull melancholy, ungodly sorrow.

107Oh yonder he comes, now in despight of ills

108I'le speak to him, and I will hear him speak,

109And do my best to drive it from his heart.

111 Hus. Pox of the last throw, it made

112Five hundred Angels vanish from my sight:

113I'me damn'd, Ime damn'd, the Angels have forsook me;

114Nay 'tis certainly true: for he that has no coyn,

115Is damn'd in this world; he's gone, he's gone.

116 Wife. Dear Husband.

117 Hus. Oh! most punishment of all, I have a Wife.

118 Wife. I doe entreat you as you love your soule,

119Tell me the cause of this your discontent.

120 Hus. A vengeance strip thee naked, thou art cause,

122 Wife. Bad turn'd to worse?

123Both beggery of the soule as of the body,

124And so much unlike himself at first,

125As if some vexed spirit had got his form upon him.

127He comes again,

128He sayes I am the cause, I never yet

129Spoke lesse then words of duty and of love.

130 Hus. If marriage be honourable, then Cuckolds are

131honourable, for they cannot be made without marriage.

132Fool, what meant I to marry to get Beggars?

133Now must my eldest Son be a Knave or nothing, he can-

134not live but upoth' fool, for he will have no Land to

135maintain him: that morgage sits like a snaffle upon mine

136inheritance, and makes me chaw upon Iron.

137 My second Son must be a promoter, and my third a

138Thief, or an under-putter, a Slave Pander.

139Oh beggery, beggery, to what base uses doth it put a man.

140I think the Devil scorns to be a Bawd:

141He beares himself more proudly, has more care on his

142credite.

143Base, slavish, abject, filthy poverty.

144 Wi. Good sir, by all our vowes I doe beseech you,

145Shew me the true cause of your discontent.

146 Hus. Mony, mony, mony, and thou must supply me.

147 Wi. Alass, I am the least cause of your discontent.

148Yet what is mine, either in Rings or Jewels,

149Use to your own desire, but I beseech you,

150As you are a Gentleman by many bloods,

151Though I my self be out of your respect,

152Think on the state of these three lovely boyes

153You have been Father to.

154 Hus. Puh, Bastards, Bastards, Bastards, begot in tricks,

155begot in tricks.

156 Wi. Heaven knowes how those words wrong me,

157But I'le endure these griefs among a thousand more:

158Oh call to mind your Lands already morgag'd,

159Your self wound into debts, your hopefull Brother

160At the University into bonds for you,

161Like to be seiz'd upon. And-----

162 Hus. Ha done, thou Harlot,

163Whom though for fashion I married,

164I never could abide. Think'st thou thy words

165Shall kill my pleasure? fall off to thy friends,

166Thou and thy Bastards beg, I will not bate

167A whit in humour: Midnight still I love you,

168And revel in your company: curb'd in?

169Shall it be said in all societies,

170That I broke custome? that I flagd in money?

171No, those thy Jewels I will play as freely,

172As when my state was fullest.

173 Wife. Be it so.

174 Hus. Nay I protest, and take that for an earnest,

176I will for ever hold thee in contempt,

177And never touch the Sheets that cover thee,

178But be divorc't in bed, till thou consent,

179Thy dowry shall be sold to give new life

180Unto those pleasures which I most affect.

181 Wife. Sir, do but turn a gentle eye on me,

182And what the law shall give me leave to do,

183You shall command.

184 Hus.Look it be done, shall I want dust,

185And like a Slave wear nothing in my pockets,

187But my hands to fill them up with nayles?

188Oh much against my blood, let it be done,

189I was never made to be a loker on:

190A Bawde to Dice; I'le shake the Drabs my self,

191And make them yield, I say look it be done.

193 Hus. Speedily, speedily, I hate the very hour I chose

194a Wife, a trouble, trouble, three Children like three evils

195hang upon me, fie, fie, fie, strumpet and bastards, strum-

196pet and bastards.

198 1. Gent. Still do these loathsome thoughts jar on your

199Tongue?

200Your self to stain the honour of your Wife,

201Nobly discended; those whom men call mad,

202Endangers others, but he's more then mad

203That wounds himself, whose own words

204Do proclaime it is not fit, I pray forsake it.

205 2. Gen. Good sir, let modesty reprove you.

206 3. Gen. Let honest kindness sway so much with you.

207 Hus. God den, I thank you, sir, how do you? adieu, I

208am glad to see you, farewell Instructions, Admonitions.

211How now sirrha? what would you?

212 Ser. Onely to certifie you, sir, that my Mistresse was

213met by the way, by them who were sent for her up to

214London by her honourable Unckle, your Worships late

215Guardian.

216 Hus. So, sir, then she is gone, and so may you be,

217But let her look that the thing be done she wots of,

218Or hell will stand more pleasant then her house at home.

221 Gent. Well or ill met, I care not.

222 Hus. No nor I.

223 Gent. I am come with confidence to chide you.

224 Hus. Who me? chide me? do't finely then, let it not

225move me, for if thou chid'st me angry, I shall strike.

226 Gent. Strike thine own follies, for it is they

227Deserve to be well beaten; we are now in private,

228There's none but thou and I, thou art fond and peevish,

229An unclean Rioter, thy lands and credit

230Lie now both sick of a consumption,

231I am sorry for thee; that man spends with shame,

232That with his riches doth consume his name,

233And such art thou.

234 Hus. Peace.

235 Gent. No, thou shalt hear me further.

236Thy fathers and fore-fathers worthy honours,

237Which were our Countrey monuments, our grace,

238Follies in thee begin now to deface.

239The spring time of thy youth did fairly promise

240Such a most fruitfull summer to thy friends,

241It scarce can enter into mens beliefs,

242Such dearth should hang on thee, we that see it,

243Are sorry to believe it: in thy change,

244This voice into all places will be hurld:

245Thou and the Devil has deceiv'd the world.

246 Hus. I'le not endure thee.

247 Gent. But of all the worst,

248Thy virtuous wife, right honourably allied,

249Thou hast proclaim'd a strumpet.

250 Hus. Nay then I know thee,

251Thou art lier Champion thou, her private friend,

252The party you wot on.

253 Gent. Oh ignoble thought,

254I am past my patient bloud, shall I stand idle

255And see my reputation toucht to death?

256 Hus. This has gal'd you, has it?

257 Gent. No monster, I prove

258My thoughts did onely tend to virtuous love.

259 Hus. Love of her virtues? there it goes.

260 Gent. Base spirit, to lay thy hate upon

261The fruitfull honour of thine own bed.

263 Hus. Oh.

264 Gent. Wilt thou yield it yet?

265 Hus. Sir, sir, I have not done with you.

267 Hus. Have you got tricks? are you in cunning with me?

268 Gent. No, plain and right.

269He needs no cunning that for truth doth fight.

271 Hus. Hard fortune, am I level'd with the ground?

272 Gent. Now, sir, you lie at mercy.

273 Hus. I, you slave.

274 Gent. Alas, that hate should bring us to our grave,

275You see, my Sword's not thirsty for your life,

276I am sorrier for your wound, then your self;

277Y'are of a virtuous house, shew virtuous deeds,

278'Tis not your honour, 'tis your folly bleeds:

279Much good has been expected in your life,

280Cancel not all mens hopes, you have a Wife,

281Kind and obedient: heap not wrongfull shame

282On her and your posterity: let only sin be sore,

283And by this fall, rise never to fall more.

285 Hus. Has the dog left me then,

286After his tooth hath left me? Oh, my heart

287Would fain leap after him, revenge I say,

288I'me mad to be reveng'd, my strumpet Wife,

289It is thy quarrel that rips thus my flesh,

290And makes my breast spit bloud, but thou shalt bleed:

291Vanquisht? got down? unable e'en to speak?

292Surely 'tis want of money makes men weak,

295 Ser. Faith Mistress, if it may not be presumption

296In me to tell you so, for his excuse

297You had small reason, knowing his abuse.

298 Wife. I grant I had, but alas,

299Why should our faults at home be spread abroad?

300'Tis grief enough within doors; at first sight

301Mine Uncle could run o're his prodigal life

302As perfectly, as if his serious eye

303Had numbred all his follies:

304Knew of his morgag'd lands, his friends in bonds,

305Himself withered with debt; and in that minute

306Had I added his usage and unkindness,

307'Twould have confounded every thought of good:

308Where now, fathering his riots on his youth,

309Which time and tame experience will shake off,

310Guessing his kindness to me (as I smooth'd him

311With all the skill I had) though his deserts

312Are in form uglier then an unshapt Bear.

313He's ready to prefer him to some Office

314And place at Court: a good and sure releif

315To all his stooping fortunes, 'twill be a means, I hope,

316To make new league between us, and redeem

317His virtues with his lands.

318 Ser. I should think so: Mistress, if he should not now

319be kind to you, and love you, and cherish you up, I should

320think the Devil himself kept open house in him.

321 Wife. I doubt not but he will now, prythee leave me,

322I think I hear him coming.

324 Wife. By this good means I shall preserve my lands,

325And free my husband out of Usurers hands:

326Now there is no need of sale, my Uncle's kind,

327I hope, if ought, this will content his mind.

329 Hus. Now, are you come? where's the money? let's

330see the money, is the rubbish sold? those wiseakers your

331Lands, why then, the money, where is it? poure it

332down, down with it, down with it; I say pour't on the

333groound, let's see it, let's see it.

334 Wife. Good sir, keep but in patience, and I hope

335My words shall like you well, I bring you better

336Comfort then the sale of my Dowry.

337 Hus. Ha, what's that?

338 Wife. Pray do not fright me, sir, but vouchsafe me hear-

339ing. My Uncle, glad of your kindness to me and mild use-

340age (for so I made it to him) hath in pitty of your decli-

341ning fortunes, provided a place for you at Court, of worth

342and credit; which so much overjoyed me----

343 Hus. Out on thee, filth, over and over-joyed,

345Thou politick whore, subtiller then nine Devils, was

346this thy journey to Nunck, to set down the history of

347me, my state and fortunes:

348Shall I, that dedicated my self to pleasure, be now con-

349fin'd in service to crouch, and stand like an old man ith'

350hams, my Hat off? I that could never abide to uncover

351my head ith' Church: base slut, this fruit beares thy com-

352plaints.

353 Wife. Oh, heaven knowes,

354That my complaints were praises, and best words

355Of you, and your estate; onely my friends

356Knew of your morgag'd Lands, and were possest

357Of every accident before I came.

358If you suspect it but a plot in me,

359To keep my dowry, or for mine own good,

360Or my poor Childrens (though it suits a mother

361To shew a naturall care in their reliefs)

362Yet I'le forget my self to calme your blood,

363Consume it, as your pleasure counsels you,

364And all I wish, e'ne Clemency affords,

365Give me but pleasant looks, and modest words.

368What the Devil? how now thy hasty newes?

369 Ser. May it please you, sir.

370 Hus.What, may I not look upon my Dagger?

371Speak, Villain, or I will execute the point on thee:

372quick, short.

373 Ser. Why sir, a Gentleman from the University stayes

374below to speak with you.

375 Hus. From the University? so, University,

377 Wife. Was ever Wife so wretchedly beset?

378Had not this newes stept in between, the point

379Had offered violence unto my breast.

380That which some women call great misery,

381Would shew but little here, would scarce be seen

382Among my miseries: I may compare

383For wretched fortunes, with all Wives that are,

384Nothing will please him, untill all be nothing.

385He calls it slavery to be preferr'd,

386A place of credit, a base servitude.

387What shall become of me, and my poor Children?

388Two here, and one at Nurse, my pretty beggars,

389I see how ruine with a palsie hand

390Begins to shake the ancient seat to dust:

391The heavy weight of sorrow drawes my lids

392Over my dankish eyes: I can scarce see;

393Thus grief will last, it wakes and sleeps with me.

395 Hus. Please you draw near, sir, y'are exceeding wel-

396come.

397 Ma. That's my doubt, I fear I come not to be wel-

398come.

399 Hus. Yes, howsoever.

400 Ma. 'Tis not my fashion, sir, to dwell in long cir-

401cumstance, but to be plain and effectuall; therefore to

402the purpose.

403The cause of my setting forth was pittious and lamenta-

404ble; that hopefull young Gentleman your Brother, whose

405virtues we all love dearly, through your default and unna-

406turall negligence, lies in bond executed for your debt, a

407prisoner, all his studies amazed, his hope struck dead, and

408the pride of his youth muffled in these dark clouds of op-

409pression.

410 Hus. Hum, hum, hum.

411 Mast. Oh you have kill'd the towardest hope of all

412our University, wherefore without repentance and a-

413mends, expect ponderous and sudden judgements to fall

414grievously upon you; your Brother, a man who profited

415in his divine employments, and might have made ten

416thousand soules fit for heaven, now by your carelesse

417courses cast in prison, which you must answer for, and

418assure your spirit it will come home at length.

419 Hus. Oh God, oh.

420 Ma. Wise men think ill of you, others speak ill of you, no

421man loves you, nay, even those whom honesty condemns,

422condemns you: and take this from the virtuous affection

423I bear your Brother, never look for prosperous hour,

424good thought, quiet sleeps, contented walks, nor any

425thing that makes man perfect, till you redeem him: what

426is your answer? how will you bestow him? upon despe-

427rate misery, or better hopes? I suffer till I hear your an-

428swer.

429 Hus. Sir, you have much wrought with me, I feel you

430in my soule, you are your Arts master.

431I never had sence till now; your syllables have cleft me,

432both for your words and pains I thank you: I cannot

433but acknowledge grievous wrongs done to my Brother,

434mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty wrongs.

435Within there.

437 Hus. Fill me a Bowle of Wine. Alass poor Brother,

438Bruised with an execution for my sake.

439 Ma. A bruise indeed makes many a mortall sore,

441 Hus. Sir, I begin to you, y'ave chid your welcome.

442 Ma. I could have wisht it better for your sake,

443I pledge you, sir, to the kind man in prison.

444 Hus. Let it be so.

445Now, sir, if you so please, to spend but a few minutes in

446walking about my grounds below, my man shall here

447attend you: I doubt not but by that time to be furnisht

448of a sufficient answer, and therein my Brother fully sa-

449tisfied.

450 Ma. Good sir, in that the Angels would be pleased,

451and the worlds murmures calm'd, and I should say, I set

453 Hus. O thou confused man, thy pleasant sins have un-

454done thee, thy damnation has begger'd thee, that heaven

455should say we must not sin, and yet made women: gives

456our sences way to find pleasure, which being found, con-

457founds us, why should we know those things so much

458misuse us? Oh would virtue had been forbidden, we

459should then have proved all virtuous, for 'tis our blood

460to love what we are forbidden, what man would have

461been forbidden, what man would have been fool to a

462beast, and zany to a swine, to shew tricks in the mire,

463what is there in three Dice, to make a man draw thrice

464three thousand acres into the compasse of a little round ta-

465ble, and with the Gentlemans palsie in the hand shake

466out his posterity, thieves, or beggars; 'tis done, I have

467don't ifaith: terrible, horrible misery,----------how well

468was I left, very well, very well.

469 My Lands shewed like a Full-Moon about me, but

470now the Moon's in the last quarter, waining, waining,

471and I am mad to think that Moon was mine:

472mine and my fathers, and my fore-fathers generations,

473generations, down goes the house of us, down, down it

474sinks: Now is the name a beggar, begs in me that name

475which hundreds of years has made this Shire famous; in

476me and my posterity runs out.

477 In my seed five are made miserable besides my self,

478my Riot is now my Brothers Jaylor, my Wifes sighing,

479my three boyes penury, and mine own confusion.

481Why sit my hairs upon my cursed head?

482Will not this poison scatter them? oh my Brother's

483In execution among devils that stretch him:

484And make him give; and I in want,

485Not able for to live, nor to redeem him.

486Divines and dying men may talk of hell,

487But in my heart her several torments dwell,

488Slavery and misery. Who in this case

489Would not take up money upon his soul?

490Pawn his salvation, live at interest:

491I, that did ever in abundance dwell,

492For me to want, exceeds the throws of hell.

494Son. What aile you father, are you not well, I cannot

495scourge my Top as long as you stand so: you take up all

496the room with your wide legs, puh, you cannot make me

497afraid with this, I fear no vizards, nor bugbears.

500 Hus. Up sir, for here thou hast no inheritance left.

501 Son. Oh what will you do father, I am your white

503 Hus. Thou shalt be my red boy, take that.

504 Son. Oh you hurt me father.

505 Hus. My eldest beggar, thou shalt not live to ask an

506usurer bred, to cry at a great mans gate, or follow, good

507your Honour by a Coach, no, nor your brother: 'tis cha-

508rity to brain you.

509 Son. How shall I learn now my head's broke?

511Be not thy names disgrace:

512Spurn thou thy fortunes first, if they be base:

513Come view thy second Brother: Fates,

514My childrens bloud shall spin into your faces,

515You shall see,

519 Maid. Sleep sweet babe, sorrow makes thy mother sleep,

520It boads small good when heavinesse falls so deep,

521Hush, pretty boy, thy hopes might have bin better,

522'Tis lost at Dice, what ancient honour won,

523Hard when the father plaies away the Son:

524Nothing but misery serves in this house,

525Ruine and desolation; oh.

527 Hus. Whore, give me that Boy.

529 Maid. Oh help, help, out alas, murder, murder.

530 Hus. Are you gossiping, prating sturdy quean,

531I'le break your clamour with your neck,

532Down stayers; tumble, tumble, headlong,

534So, the surest way to charme a womans tongue,

535Is break her neck, a Polititain did it.

536Son.Mother, mother, I am kill'd mother.

538 Wife. Ha, who's that cry'd? O me my children,

539Both, both; bloudy, bloudy.

540 Hus. Strumpet, let go the boy, let go the beggar.

541 Wife. Oh my sweet husband.

542 Hus. Filth, Harlot.

543 Wife. Oh, what will you do, dear husband?

544 Hus. Give me the bastard.

545 Wife. Your own sweet boy.

546 Hus. There are too many beggars.

547 Wife. Good my husband.

548 Hus. Do'st thou prevent me still?

549 Wife. Oh God!

551 Hus.Have at his heart.

552 Wife. Oh my dear boy.

553 Hus. B

rat, thou shalt not live to shame thy house.

555 Hus. And perish, now be gone,

556There's whores enow, and want would make thee one.

558 Ser. Oh sir, what deeds are these?

559 Hus. Base slave, my vassail,

560Com'st thou between my fury to question me?

561 Ser. Were you the devil, I would hold you, sir.

562 Hus. Hold me? presumption, I'le undo thee for it.

563 Ser. 'Sbloud, you have undone us all, sir.

564 Hus.Tug at thy Master?

565 Ser. Tug at a monster.

566 Hus. Have I no power? shall my slave fetter me?

567 Ser. Nay then the devil wrastles, I am thrown.

569 Hus. Oh villain, now I'le tug thee, now I'le tear thee,

570set quick spurs to my vassail, bruise him, trample him;

571so, I think thou wilt not follow me in haste.

572My horse stands ready sadled, away, away,

573Now to my brat at nurse, my sucking beggar;

574Fates, I'le not leave you one to trample on.

576 Mr. How is't with you sir, me-thinks you look of a

577distracted colour.

578 Hus. Who, I sir? 'tis but your fancy,

579Please you walk in, sir, and I'le soon resolve you,

580I want one small part to make up the sum,

581And then my brother shall rest satisfied.

583Ser. Oh, I am scarce able to heave up my self,

584He has so bruis'd me with his devillish weight,

585And torn my flesh with his bloud-hasty spur,

586A man before of easie constitution,

587Till now hells power supplied, to his souls wrong,

588Oh how damnation can make weak men strong.

590 Ser. Oh the most pittious deed, sir, since you came.

591 Mr. A deadly greeting; hath he sum'd up these

592To satisfie his brother? here's another,

593And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother.

594 Wife. Oh, oh.

595 Ma. Surgeons, Surgeons, she recovers life,

596One of his men all faint and bloudied.

597 1. Ser. Follow, our murderous Master has took

598Horse to kill his child at nurse, oh follow quickly.

599 Ma. I am the readiest, it shall be my charge

600To raise the Town upon him.

602 1. Ser. Good sir follow him.

603 Wife. Oh my children.

604 1. Ser. How is it my most afflicted Mistress?

605 Wife. Why do I now recover? why half live?

606To see my children bleed before mine eyes,

607A sight, able to kill a Mothers breast without an Execu-

608tioner; what, art thou mangled too?

609 1. Ser. I thinking to prevent what his quick mischiefs

610had so soon acted, came and rusht upon him,

611We strugled, but a fouler strength then his

612Ore-threw me with his armes, then he did bruise me,

613And rent my flesh, and rob'd me of my hair,

614Like a man mad in execution,

615Made me unfit to rise and follow him.

616 Wife. What is it hath beguil'd him of all grace?

617And stole away humanity from his breast,

618To slay his children, purposed to kill his wife,

619And spoil his servants.

621 Both. Please you leave this accursed place,

622A Surgeon waits within.

623 Wife. Willing to leave it;

624'Tis guilty of sweet bloud, innocent bloud,

625Murder hath took this chamber with full hands,

629 Hus. Oh stumbling Jade, the spavin overtake thee,

630The fifty diseases stop thee:

631Oh, I am sorely bruis'd, plague founder thee,

632Thou run'st at ease and pleasure, heart of chance,

633To throw me now, within a flight o'th'Town,

634In such plain even ground,

635Sfoot, a man may dice upon it, and throw away the

636Meadows, ah filthy beast.

637 Cry within. Follow, follow, follow.

638 Hus. Ha? I hear sounds of men, like hue and cry;

639Up, up, and struggle to my horse, make on,

640Dispatch that little Beggar, and all's done.

641 Cry within. Here, this way, this way.

642 Hus. At my back? oh,

643What fate have I, my limbs deny me to go,

644My will is bated, Beggery claims a part,

645Oh I could here reach to the infants heart.

648 All. Here, here, yonder, yonder.

649 Ma. Unnatural, flinty, more then barbarous,

650The Scythians in their marble-hearted fates,

651Could not have acted more remorseless deeds

652In their relentless natures, then these of thine:

653Was this the answer I long waited on,

654The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother?

655 Hus. He can have no more of us, then our skins,

656And some of them want but fleaing.

657 1. Gent. Great sinnes have made him impudent.

658 Ma. Has shed so much bloud, that he cannot blush.

659 2. Gent. Away with him, bear him to the Justices,

660A Gentleman of worship dwells at hand,

661There shall his deeds be blazed.

662 Hus. Why all the better,

663My glory 'tis to have my action known,

664I grieve for nothing, but I mist of one.

665 Ma. There's little of a father in that grief:

668 Knight. Endangered so his Wife, murdered his

669Children?

670 1. Gent. So the cry goes.

671 Knight.I am sorry I e're knew him.

672That ever he took life and natural being

673From such an honoured stock, and fair descent,

674Till this black minute without stain or blemish.

675 1. Gent. Here come the men.

678 Knight. The Serpent of his house: I'me sorry for this

679time, that I am in place of justice.

680 Ma. Please you, sir.

681 Knight. Do not repeat it twice, I know too much,

682Would it had nere been thought on.

683Sir, I bleed for you.

684 1. Gent. Your father's sorrows are alive in me:

685What made you shew such monstrous cruelty?

686 Hus. In a word, sir,

687I have consum'd all, plaid away long acre,

688And I thought it the charitablest deed I could do,

689To cozen Beggery, and knock my house o'th'head.

690 Kni. I do not think, but in to morrow's judgement,

691The terrour will sit closer to your soul,

692When the dread thought of Death remembers you;

693To further which, take this sad voice from me,

694Never was act plaid more unnaturally.

695 Hus. I thank you, Sir.

696 Knight. Go lead him to the Jayle.

697Where justice claims all, there must pitty fail.

698 Hus. Come, come, away with me.

700 Ma. Sir, you deserve the worship of you place,

701Would all did so, in you the Law is grace.

702 Knight.It is my wish it should be so;

703Ruinous man, the desolation of his house,

704The blot upon his predecessor's honour'd name:

708 Hus. I am right against my house, seat of my Ance-

709stors: I hear my Wife's alive, but much endangered;

710let me intreat to speak with her before the prison

711gripe me.

713 Gent. See here she comes of her self.

714 Wife. Oh my sweet husband, my deer distressed hus-

715band, now in the hands of unrelenting laws, my greatest

716sorrow, my extreamest bleeding; now my soul bleeds.

717 Hus. How now? kind to me? did not I wound

718thee, leave thee for dead?

719 Wife. Tut, far greater wounds did my breast feel,

720Unkindnesse strikes a deeper wound then steel,

721You have been still unkind to me.

722 Hus. Faith, and so I think I have;

723I did my murders roughly out of hand,

724Desperate and sudden, but thou hast devis'd

725A fine way now to kill me, thou hast given mine eyes

726Seaven wounds apiece; now glides the devil from

727Me, departs at every joint, heaves up my nails.

728Oh catch him new torments, that were nere invented:

729Bind him one thousand more you blessed Angels,

730In that bottomlesse pit, let him not rise

731To make men act unnatural Tragedies,

732To spread into a Father, and in fury,

733Make him his childrens executioners,

734Murder his wife, his servants, and who not?

735For that man's dark, where heaven is quite forgot.

736 Wife. Oh my repentant husband.

737 Hus. My dear soul, whom I too much have wrong'd

738For death I die, and for this have I long'd.

739 Wife. Thou should'st not (be assured) for these faults

740Die, if the law could forgive as soon as I.

742 Hus. What sight is yonder?

743 Wife. Oh our two bleeding boyes

744Laid forth upon the threshold.

745 Hus. Here's weight enough to make a heart-string crack,

746Oh were it lawfull that your pretty souls

747Might look from heaven into your fathers eyes,

748Then should you see the penitent glasses melt,

749And both your murders shoot upon my cheeks,

750But you are playing in the Angels laps,

751And will not look on me,

752Who void of grace, kill'd you in beggery.

753Oh that I might my wishes now attain,

754I should then wish you living were again;

755Though I did beg with you, which thing I fear'd,

756Oh 'twas the enemy my eyes so blear'd.

757Oh would you could pray heaven me to forgive,

758That will unto my end repentant live.

759 Wife. It makes me e'en forget all other sorrows,

760And leave part with this.

761 Officer. Come, will you go?

762Hus. I'le kisse the bloud I spilt, and then I'le go,

763My soul is bloudied, well may my lips be so.

764Farewell dear Wife, now thou and I must part,

765I of thy wrongs, repent me with my heart.

766 Wife. Oh stay. thou shalt not go.

767 Hus. That's but in vain, you see it must be so.

768Farewell ye bloudy ashes of my boyes,

769My punishments are their eternal joyes.

770Let every father look well into his deeds,

771And then their heirs may prosper, while mine bleeds.

773 Wife. More wretched am I now in this distresse.

774Then former sorrows made me.

775 Mr. Oh kind Wife, be comforted,

776One joy is yet unmurdered,

777you have a boy at nurse, your joy's in him.

778 Wife. Dearer then all is my poor husband's life:

779Heaven give my body strength, which is yet faint

780With much expence of bloud, and I will kneel,

781Sue for his life, number up all my friends,

782To plead for pardon for my dear husbandls life.

783 Mr. Was it in man to wound so kind a creature?

784I'le ever praise a woman for thy sake.

785I must return with grief, my answer's set,

786I shall bring news weighes heavier then the debt.

787Two Brothers; the one in bond lies overthrown,

788This, on a deadlier execution.