 | The Wedding |  |
Actus Quarti.
Scena Prima.
Enter Milisent and Gratiana.Mil.
Tis 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
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 out 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, weele 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.
Lets with-draw, and ile begin.
You may command, 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 wilt 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 seruant
is his riuall: I finde the iugling, and will take order they
shanot steale a marriage.
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—.
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
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,
Tis 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
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, ile 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? lets 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: lets backe I say.
Cam.
Tis 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, tis valour to runne.
Cam.
They bee Wind-mills.
Lod.
And yet, thou wod'st perswade me, twas 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 all fauouredly,
ere he and I part:—ha! by this flesh tis he; Cam, go
tell him I am sicke.
Hau.
Master Lodam.
Lod.
A brace of bullets to my heart.
Cap.
Here can I stand and behold the Champions.
Lod.
I haue expected you this two houres, which is more then
I ha done to all the men I ha fought withall, since I slew the high
Germaine in Tutle.
Cap.
Whorson, moale-cather.
Lod.
Draw Spider.
Cap.
Well slye 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, ile 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, ile 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 starue 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
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.
Ile 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,
ile 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 dulnes: 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 shalbe 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 tis 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
Puls Hauer,
by the sleeue.
and hang'd for the Conspiracy.
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. Ime at the
Sessions house, i'the Docke:—now I'me cald—not guilty
my Lord:—the Iury has found the inditement 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 tis drawne away, now, now, now,
I am gone—
turnes about.
Hau.
You must shew your fencing.
Lod.
Hold: I demaund a parlee.
Hau.
How?
Lod.
Tis not for your reputasion to deale with a
Gentle-man vpon vnequall termes.
Where lye the oddes?
Cap.
Howe's this?
Lod.
Examine our bodies:
I take it I am the fairer marke, tis a disaduantage: feede til you be
as fat as I, and ile fight w'ee as I am a Gentle-man.
Hau.
It shanot 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 saith 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 ith' shoulder:
would I were in a Millars sacke yonder, though I were
ground for't, to be quit on em.
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, ile bestow a dull blade
vppon thee Squirrell.
Cap.
Deliuer vp your Weapon:
Lod.
In loue in loue Captaine, hee'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: tis at thy seruice, and
it were a whole Cutlers shop: be confident.
Raw.
My Agur has not left mee yet, there's a grudging a the
halter still:
Cap.
Master Rawbone, I repent my opinion of your Cowardize.
You shall walke home, shee'le take it as an honor,
And present your prisoner.
Raw.
Iasper, lets go home and shift, do not go—honest Iasper.
Hau.
You will be pratling sirra—Ile 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.
Tis well, I commend your care,
And thanke yee; yee haue exprest more duty
In 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,
Some wakefull apparition 'mong the graues;
That for some treasures buried in my life,
Walke vp and downe thus? buried? no twas 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; tis 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, ist 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
For Victory.
Enter Milisent.
Mil.
You may disburden there,
But gently, tis a chest of value, mistresse—
Ile giue him notice, where is Beauford?
Beau.
Heere.
Mil.
What place d'ee call this?
Beau.
Tis 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 therefore 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.
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
'Twas 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, tis 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
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 a 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
Ile digge thy heart out.
Car.
Helpe.
Beau.
Let me not heare
A syllable that has not referrence
To my question—or—
Car.
Ile 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 care, 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
A burden to thy soule: how boldly would
Our 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
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 ist 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.
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, ile 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 hand 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 wonot leaue me so:
Gone? sure it was some angell, was hee not,
Forsake mee to?
Grat.
Oh neuer.
Beau.
Within there—
Bid the young man returne, and quickly, loast
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 both
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, ile 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.
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