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Act. V.

Enter Hartwell apprehended, Countrey-man Officers, Servant.
Hart.
You have done well?

Countr.
Would you had done no worse.
These are his clothes, and you must give account
How you came by 'em, and produce him safe
Ere you acquit your selfe; We may suspect
You ha' kill'd him.

Horn.
Then I obey my destiny;
Justice I see pursues the guilty person:
Dispose me where you please.

Officer.
He does confesse.

Hart.
What e're you be, you can but have my life
For his; all your revenge can reach no higher:
And to the law I yeeld my selfe.

Countr.
My hopes are colde
As his blood whom thou hast slaine: Thou hast
Been cruell in this act, to me and mine;
Whose fames in him are miserably wounded:
But looke for the reward.

Hart.
I must expect it;
In the meane time I do not beg your mercy:
Life is a burden, I would faine be rid on't.
Does he weary me to carry it?

Serv.
I'll acquaint my Mistris.

Count.
Do so: To the next Justice; come away

Exeunt.
Enter Hornet.
Horn.
She's gone, she's gone, I shall run mad; My Neece,
Rob'd of three thousand pound in her escape,
I finde too late, I am awake and gull'd,
Nor know I whom to accuse for my tormentors;
Devils or men, but sure they were not men,
But very fiends I revell'd with last night.
That I could meet the prince of devils that knighted me,
The Poets call him Pluto, god of riches;
I and my learned Councell would undo him
In Law, in very Law, which he should finde
Hotter ere I had done, than hell it selfe,
And call his place of torment, in three Termes,
But a refreshing to't: Yet let me see,
I have the portion still, though she be vanish'd,
That's better than my Neece, but if she marry,
I lose it all there; there's the vexation.

Enter. Cousen.
Cous.
Save Mr. Hornet.

Horn.
'Tis too late, away,
I do not love unnecessary complement.

Cous.
This he?

Horn.
Yes, I am he; am I not very fine?
What do you thinke this trim will cost me, ha?
Three thousand pounds, no more?

Cous.
The Broker wo' not
Lend halfe the money.

Horn.
Will you, sir, be gone,
I ha' no money to lend now, it is not,
You know, in fashion, with rich clothes.

Cous.
I came for other purpose, and with newes perhaps,
You would be willing to receive; You have
A Neece?

Horn.
No; such a creature was in my possession:
Do you know where she is?

Cous.
Faith I imagine.

Horn.
Ha, good sir? pray forwards;
You shall have money upon good security.

Cous.
I thanke you, sir, for nothing; I do owe you
Too much already, on these tearmes.

Horn.
My Neece, as you were saying.

Cous.
Were you knighted lately?

Horn.
Is that talk'd abroad?

Cous.
No generall rumour; By a chance I came
Where such a thing was whisper'd, only whisper'd;
Just as he was describ'd: In my opinion
Y'are very handsome, and do looke as like a reverend—

Horn.
Asse.

Cous.
Why, you shall have it, sir.

Horn.
But touching my Neece, good sir,
That most ungracious giglet,
That's run or stolne away, juggled last night
Out a my doores.

Cous.
Did not she leap the casement?

Horn.
Do not increase my agony; you came—

Cous.
With civill meaning to discover how
You may be abus'd.

Horn.
What money do you want, sir?
Your owne bond shall suffice.

Cous.
I ha sworne never
To write my name or marke; But I can tell—

Horn.
Where I may finde this girle.

Cous.
More I can do, if need require;
Tis in my power to give
Her back to your possession, and I am willing.

Horn.
An honest man.

Cous.
On reasonable conditions, and such
As shall not trench on borrowing money.

Horn.
Honester yet.

Cous.
For you shall give it freely, and get by't;
For you must understand if I do this,
I shall betray a friend of mine, that has
Put me in trust, one that intends to marry her,
(For truth to tell, they are not yet contracted)
To marry her, d'ee marke? and yet e're morning
Three thousand pounds upon her; Is't not so much?
One that has lent me sums too without parchment
Or foolish circumstance, to be repaid;
Which you were never yet so much a Christian,
As to be guilt of, in your Usurers gallon
Of conscience melting Sacke; I his deserves something,
But cause some expedition is required;
You have a Bond of mine.

Horn.
For fifty pound.

Cous.
I had but forty, and your Scrivenor paid,
With whom, perhaps, your worship too divided;
If you remember, there were precious dinners,
Ere I could count my Chickens altogether,
Which was your thrift and my expence; You shall
First cancell that Bond, nay this wo'not do't,
And give, d'ee marke, give me a hundred pieces,
Perhaps I'll drinke your health: This shall retrive
Your Neece, and give her into your hands,
Though for my treachery, I be sung in ballads,
And have the towne curse if ever I marry.

Horn.
'Tis too much for no more labour, sir.

Cous.
If I consider,
Three hundred will not bring me to't agen;
Thus faire I'll deale with you; I'le not touch your money
Till I ha' don't, but then I will be sure:
Fetch, fetch the businesse.

Horn.
The Bond is ready.

Cous.
I will have ready money too: You have
Bags of all sizes and denominations.
I, these things promise well; now I'll attend you.

Horn.
Do this feat for me, and 'tis all thine owne.

Exeunt.
Enter Justice, Playfaire and Neece.
Just.
Now we may wish you joy The Priest has tyed
That knot, no subtilty nor malice can
Dissolve; And I repent not I have been
An actor in your Comedy, though I should not
Be tempted easily to such another
Engagement; For your sake I have dispenc'd with
My person and my place.

Play.
You alwayes were
My loving Uncle.

Neec.
Sir, you have, in this,
Deserv'd our lives and fortunes.

Play.
It was good mirth
To heare him confident all our device
Was but a dreame.

Just.
He is awake by this time;
Should your Cousen faile, we'll have another way
To invite him; And if honesty prevaile not,
Force him till he consent.

Enter Servant.
Serv.
Some offenders are brought to be examin'd.

Just.
Nephew, withdraw, and you, faire Bride; These troubles
Are incident to my place, I'll soon dispatch 'em.
Enter Countrey-man, Hartwell, and Officers.
How now my Masters? Mr. Hartwell? ha!

Hart.
Looke on me, Sir, as a delinquent; These
Are able to accuse me.

Just.
What offence?

Const.
Nothing, but for killing of a man.

Just.
What proofe?

Countr.
He has confest it, Sir.

Enter Mistris Bellamy and Frances.
Just.
Mistris Bellamy,
You are come in a sad time: Here's Mr. Hartwell.
Accus'd for killing.

Bell.
'Tis not possible:
Good sir beleeve it not.

Just.
He does confesse.

Hart.
I am not worth your pity, gentle Lady:
In vaine I should extenuate my fact,
To have the troubles of examinations;
Here I confesse agen, my hand is guilty
Of killing him whose feeble arme durst not
Lift up a weapon to defend himselfe.

Just.
That was not manly.

Hart.
I but slew a coward
Startup, and could I call his life agen,
As soone I should destroy it; you perhaps
Know not my provocation: He was
My Rivall, sir, pardon me: Mistris Bellamy,
To whom I only seemed a Proselyte
In love, I had no heart to give from her:
And in my study to decline your anger;
I fell upon her scorne, which in few minutes,
Engaged me to this Fate; Nor am I troubled
That I must dye, when she upon whose faith
I durst have laid the hopes of my eternity,
Hath violated all the trust of woman.

Count.
Wilt please you, sir—

Just.
Forbear a little.

Hart.
Tell me, most unkinde, if thou didst love
At all? How couldst thou thinke I should be such
A desperate Atheist, that thou so soone,
And with a strange Apostacy should'st revenge it?
These swelling drops which in thy innocence
Might ha' prevail'd to ha' restor'd the dead,
Heaven now doth looke on, and despise: And though
Thou shed moist tribute on this Tombe, 't shall slide,
Neglected o're the Marble, and be lost,
As if the stone had sense to punish thy
Disdaine of me: I can behold that weeping,
And not be moved to wish I were not guilty
Of killing him whose love had been thy triumph;
And I dare boldly, still in the contempt
Of what I am to suffer, and the justice
Of my owne truth, challenge thy soule to answer
In what I was beneath that gaudy foole,
Excepting that he had more earth than I
To helpe his scale, which yet he may be indebt for
To his fathers sins: Alive, he could not merit
One cold disdaine from thee; And dead, how comes it
He should be worth thy teares? But let thy eyes
Chide this unruly sorrow; dresse thy cheekes
With their fresh blood again, and let thy face
Open a book of smiles, in the assurance
I have not long to live; When I have numbred
A few sad minutes, thou shalt be reveng'd,
And I shall never trouble thee: If this
Be not enough, extend thy malice further:
And if thou find'st one man that lov'd me living,
Will honour this cold body with a grave,
Be cruell, and corrupt his charity.
So fare ye well.

Fran.
Yet you must stay and heare me:
He sha'not suffer, if my friends or state
Can purchase him a pardon: Where's the body
Of him that's slaine?

Countr.
We know not; But you heare
His free confession of the fact.

Just.
This may
Proceed from discontents; Life to some man
Is but their torment in whose paine they will,
As on the Wracke, confesse what never
Was in their thought.

Hart.
Speak it agen, and I
Dare promise thee to live.

Fran.
My heart was ever
Constant, my mothers love was but thy triall.
As mine a seeming change in thy disguise,
Which was not able to secure thee from me;
The words were, I would choose my husband here:
But what will this availe us?

Hart.
Mr. Justice, I here discharge you.

Iust.
How?

Hart.
My joyes obeyes
No limits; I accus'd my selfe unjustly,
The fool's alive.

Countr.
Startup, Where?

Hart.
I know not that,
My servant's with him, but if he ha' plaid
The hang-man, starv'd or smother'd him in a ditch,
I ha' made faire worke.

Omnes.
This were a welcome truth.

Enter servant.
Serv.
Sir, the Constable.

Iust.
I had rather it had been my Kinsman and the Usurer;
But wait and give me knowledge when they come.

Enter Constable, Startup, Close, Officers.
Const.
Where's Mr. Justice?

Hart.
It is he and Close;
Then I am secure, your pardon, and thy love.

Bell.
You have it freely, and a mothers prayers
For both your happinesse.

Const.
Please your worship, these
We took last night i'th' fields suspiciously,
And by my owne authority I condemn'd 'em.

Star.
Shall we be hang'd, Close, we are condemn'd already.

Iust.
This is the Gentleman was kill'd.

Start.
Sweet sir, no;
Not kill'd out right, but I was almost starv'd
With cold: These Gentlewoman know me,
And I should know that Hose and Doublet too;
Those garments which you weare, I have oft seen, sweet sir.

Clos.
Well said Ieronimo.

Start.
I was faine to borrow
These of a prisoner that lies in, upon
My Diamond Ring.

Iust.
You are discharg'd.

Start.
And we too?

Iust.
Yes, and joy in every bosome.

Start.
Close, you must know this your Mistris: Sweet Lady.

Fran.
How?

Clos.
'Tis enough for you to know her, sir,
And me to acknowledge.

Countr.
Do you know me, sir?

Start.

Hum; yes, who brought you to town? And your daughter
too, sweet sir?

Countr.
And you shall right her.

Start.
Is she growne crooked? I knew her too well.
Peace, not a word more, I know your meaning,
Do not discredite me, sweet sir, and we'll steale downe
And marry her ere any be aware on't;
I wo'not stay to shift me, take no leave;
The jest will be when I am in the Countrey,
How like an asse he'll look in my apparrell.

Exeunt Startup Country-man.
Enter servant.
Serv.
Sir, Mr. Playfaires Cousen and the tother Gallant.

Iust.
I must intreat your patience a little,
You'll meet with friends in the next roome.

Enter Cousen, Hornet.
Cous.
Excuse my boldnesse, sir, this Gentleman.

Iust.
Mr. Hornet, you are very welcome.

Horn.
Good sir no ceremony; We are come
'Bout businesse: I have lost my Neece, and would
Know where she is.

Iust.
D'ee take me for a Wizzard?

Cous.
Sir, our desires are modest; That you would
Be witnesse to a bargaine, and receive
Some trifles, sir, in trust to be deliver'd
To me, If I restore his Kinswoman.

Horn.
Not else; On that condition I deposite
These hundred pieces, and a bond, if he
Deliver me my Neece, they are his fraught,
If not, they call me owner.

Cous.
Pardon, sir,
That I presume to bring this trouble to you.

Iust.
'Tis none at all.

Cous.
You sha'not long expect: So rest you merry.

Iust.
How fare you, sir?

Horn.
As you see, falne away an inch since morning,
But this will physicke me; If I possesse
This harlotry agen, I'll make her sure:
Trust not a woman, they have found the herbe
To open locks; not brazen Towers can hold 'em.
Or if they get not loose, they have the vertue
Of Loadstones; Shut up in a box, they'll draw
Customers to them; Nay, being dead and buried,
There is a suspicion they will breake the grave,
Which puts so many husbands to the charge
Of heavy stores to keep their bad wives under.

Iust.
You are moved?

Horn.
Oh Mr. Justice you are honest,
I ha' been abus'd, so miserably cheated,
I am asham'd to thinke on't. Stay, what, musicke?
Enter Cousen, leading the Neece.
Ha, 'tis my Neece; the very same.

Cous.
There, sir, you have her, and I must ha' these.

Horn.
Take 'em: But you shall go with me; have I found you?

Neec.
How Unckle? a reveller? you'll lead me a Corranto.

Horn.
You shall dance homewards.

Enter Playfaire.
Play.
What make you so familiar with my wife?

Horn.
How, wife? is she married?

Cous.
'Tis upon record,
I'll bring a Parson that shall take his oath on't.

Horn.
Give me my bond and money. Mr. Justice.

Hart.
Where? where?

Cous.
Here, here, but not to be recovered
By law: I have a judgement, sir, against you.

Horn.
You have conspired to rob, cheat, and undo me;
I'll have you all Star-chamber'd.

Play.
Sir, be calme, and hear us.

Horn.
I'll hear nothing.

Play.
Yes, you shall;
It will be necessary, I am bold,
Presuming on her favour, to demand
A parcell of three thousand pound, the sum
belongs to me, by vertue of a marriage;
And I must have it.

Horn.
Tell me of a marriage?

Cous.
I saw the Priest conjoyne 'em:
He will deserve your love.

Play.
Perhaps you may continue
A thousand, or two thousand, for six moneths,
Upon security.

Horn.
Persecution.

Iust.
Faith sir consider,
It is more safe to see her thus bestowed,
Than trust a Jury; If the Doctor had
Given her too much Opium, or purg'd
Her soule away, things might go worse; But I
Keep counsell.

Horn.
Ha'ye mortified me yet?

Cous.
For your owne sake, and as you are true Knight.

Enter Mistris Bellamy, Hartwell, Frances, and Close.
Horn.
Now, ha ye done? The widdow;
Not a word more, take her, I'll pay you sir,
Three thousand pounds to morrow: Noble widdow
You were in the first list to be invited;
My Neece I told you of, is married to
This worthy Gentleman.

Bell.
You looke like a Bridegroom.

Horn.
'Tis in your power to make it good; What say you,
Shall we have issue? Now the word of comfort.

Bell.
I will never marry.

Horn.
You are resolv'd why, so: Come hither Nephew.
Shalt be my heire, I love thee for thy wit;
But charme thy friends, they do not laugh at me:
I'll be a Knight too, if I live, and build
An Hospitall for twenty more o'th' Order,
Which I'll reduce my selfe out of the Suburbs;
It is a shame such men should lose their spurs
In womens Petticoats, and turne Squires agen
To Whores, or Parasites to Noble men,
For want of fit provision.

Iust.
An excellent foundation.
But where's Startup?

Clos.
Sunke, I thinke.

Hart.
Nere conjure for him; we are ingratefull to
Our blisse: But wasting of these precious minutes,
Which are so many ages, till the Church
Hath made us perfect.

Horn.
Is there any more
Worke for the Priest? Then give you joy before hand,
And let us celebrate the day together.

Play.
I'me glad of your conversion; Ye are the first
Jew that in my remembrance has turn'd Christian.

Iust.
Walke on to joyes.

Hart.
'Twixt Love and Fortune, now the accounts are even:
A chaine of hearts, and the first linck in heaven.