 | Monsieur Thomas |  |
SCENE VIII.
Enter Michael, Valentine, and Alice.Mich.
I have brought him back again.
Val.
You have done a friendship,
Worthy the love you bear me.
Mich.
Would he had so too.
Val:
O he's a worthy young man.
Mich.
When all's try'd,
I fear you'll change your faith: bring in the Gentleman.
Enter Francis, Servant, Abbess, and Cellide, severally
Val.
My happy Mistress too! now Fortune help me,
And all you Stars that govern chast desires
Shine fair, and lovely.
Ab.
But one hour, dear Daughter,
To hear your Guardian, what he can deliver
In Loves defence, and his: and then your pleasure.
Cell.
Though much unwilling, you have made me yield,
More for his sake I see: how full of sorrow
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That thou but knew'st to heal, as well as hurt us.
Mich.
Be rul'd by me: I see her eye fast on him:
And what ye heard, believe, for 'tis so certain
He neither dar'd, nor must oppose my evidence;
And be you wise, young Lady, and believe too,
This man you love, Sir?
Val.
As I love my soul, Sir.
Mich.
This man you put into a free possession
Of what his wants could ask: or your self render?
Val.
And shall do still.
Mich.
Nothing was barr'd his liberty
But this fair Maid; that friendship first was broken,
And you, and she abus'd; next, (to my sorrow
So fair a form should hide so dark intentions)
He hath himself confess'd (my purpose being
Only to stop his journey, by that policy
Of laying Felony to his charge, to fright the Sailers)
Divers abuses done, Thefts often practis'd,
Monyes, and Jewels too, and those no trifles.
Cell.
O where have I bestrew'd my faith! in neither!
Let's in for ever now, there is vertue.
Mich.
Nay do not wonder at it, he shall say it:
Are ye not guilty thus?
Fran.
Yes: O my Fortune!
Mich.
To give a proof I speak not enviously,
Look here; do you know these Jewels?
Cell.
In, good Mother.
Enter Thomas, Dorothy, and Mary: then Sebastian, and Launcelot.
Val.
These Jewels I have known.
Dor.
You have made brave sport.
Tho.
I'le make more, if I live Wench,
Nay do not look on me; I care not for ye.
Lan.
Do you see now plain? that's Mistris Dorothy,
And that's his Mistris.
Seb.
Peace, let my joy work easily,
Ha, boy! art there my boy? mine own boy, Tom, boy,
Home Lance, and strike a fresh piece of Wine, the Town's ours.
Val.
Sure, I have know these Jewels.
Alice.
They are they, certain.
Val.
Good Heaven, that they were.
Alice.
I'le pawn my life on't,
And this is he; come hither Mistris Dorothy,
And Mistris Mary: who does that face look like;
And view my Brother well?
Dor.
In truth like him.
Ma.
Upon my troth exceeding like.
Mich.
Beshrew me,
But much, and main resemblance, both of face
And lineaments of body: now Heaven grant it.
Ali.
My Brother's full of passion, I'le speak to him.
Now, as you are a Gentleman, resolve me,
Where did you get these Jewels?
Fran.
Now I'le tell ye,
Because blind fortune yet may make me happy,
Of whom I had 'em I have never heard yet,
But from my infancy, upon this arm
I ever wore 'em.
Ali.
'Tis Francisco, Brother,
By Heaven I ty'd 'em on: a little more, Sir,
A little, little more, what parents have ye?
Fra.
None,
That I know yet: the more my stubborn fortune,
But as I heard a Merchant say that bred me,
Who, to my more affliction, dyed a poor man,
When I reach'd eighteen years.
Ali.
What said that Merchant?
Fra.
He said, an infant, in the Genoway Galleys,
But from what place he never could direct me,
I was taken in a Sea-fight, and from a Mariner,
Out of his manly pity he redeem'd me.
He told me of a Nurse that waited on me,
But she, poor soul, he said was killed.
A Letter too I had enclos'd within me,
To one Castruccio a Venetian Merchant,
To bring me up: the man, when years allow'd me,
And want of friends compell'd, I sought, but found him
Long dead before, and all my hopes gone with him.
The Wars was my retreat then, and my travel
In which I found this Gentleman's free bounty,
For which Heaven recompenc'd him: now ye have all.
Val.
And all the worldly bliss that Heaven can send me,
And all my prayers and thanks.
Alice.
Down o' your knees, Sir,
For now you have found a Father, and that Father
That will not venture ye again in Galleys.
Mich.
'Tis true, believe her, Sir, and we all joy with ye.
Val.
My best friend still: my dearest: now Heaven bless thee.
And make me worthy of this benefit.
Now my best Mistress.
Cel.
Now Sir, I come to ye.
Ab.
No, no, let's in Wench.
Cell.
Not for the world, now, Mother,
And thus, Sir, all my service I pay to you,
And all my love to him.
Val.
And may it prosper,
Take her Francisco: now no more young Callidon,
And love her dearly, for thy Father does so.
Fran.
May all hate seek me else, and thus I seal it.
Val.
Nothing but mirth now, friends.
Enter Hylas and Sam.
Hyl.
Nay, I will find him.
Sam.
What do all these here?
Tho.
You are a trusty Husband,
And a hot lover too.
Hyl.
Nay then, good morrow,
Now I perceive the Knavery.
Sam.
I still told ye.
Tho.
Stay, or I'le make ye stay: come hither, Sister.
Val.
Why how now Mistris Thomas?
Tho.
Peace a little,
Thou would'st fain have a Wife?
Hyl.
Not I, by no means.
Tho.
Thou shalt have a wife, and a fruitful wife, for I find, Hylas,
That I shall never be able to bring thee Children.
Seb.
A notable brave boy.
Hyl.
I am very well, Sir.
Tho.
Thou shalt be better, Hylas, thou hast 7 hundred pound a year,
And thou shalt make her 3 hundred joynture.
Hyl.
No.
Tho.
Thou shalt boy, and shalt bestow
Two hundred pound in Cloaths, look on her,
A delicate lusty wench, she has fifteen hundred,
And feasible: strike hands, or I'le strike first.
Dor.
You'l let me like?
Mar.
He's a good handsome fellow,
Play not the fool.
Tho.
Strike, Brother Hylas, quickly.
Hyl.
If you can love me, well.
Dor.
If you can please me.
Tho.
Try that out soon, I say, my Brother Hylas.
Sam.
Take her, and use her well, she's a brave Gentlewoman.
Hyl.
You must allow me another Mistriss.
Dor.
Then you must allow me another Servant.
Hyl.
Well, let's together then, a lusty kindred.
Seb.
I'le give thee five hundred pound more for that word.
Ma.
Now Sir, for you and I to make the feast full.
Tho.
No, not a bit, you are a vertuous Lady,
And love to live in contemplation.
Ma.
Come fool, I am friends now.
Tho.
The fool shall not ride ye,
There lye my Woman, now my man again,
And now for travel once more:
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I'le barr that first.
Ma.
And I next.
Tho.
Hold your self contented: for I say I will travel,
And so long I will travel, till I find a Father
That never knew, and a Wife that I never look'd for,
And a state without expectation,
So rest you merry Gentlemen.
Ma.
You shall not,
Upon my faith, I love you now extreamly,
And now I'le kiss ye.
Tho.
This will not do it, Mistress.
Ma.
Why when we are married, we'l do more.
Seb.
There's all Boy,
The keyes of all I have, come, let's be merry,
For now I see thou art right.
Tho.
Shall we to Church straight?
Val.
Now presently, and there with nuptial
The holy Priest shall make ye happy all.
Tho.
Away then, fair afore.
Exeunt.
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