Surrendering the possession, you shall ease Lady. In my judgment, Over. Good, good! conspire With your new husband, lady; second him Mar. Keep him From using of his hands, I'll use my tongue Over. Mine own varlet Mar. Yes, and uncase you too. The ideot; the patch; the slave; the booby; For your morning exercise; your football, or You'll speak in an humble key, and sue for fa- Can now anatomize you, and lay open vour. thee give Thyself the lie, the loud lie! I draw out [Opens the box. Thy ears to the pillory; see, here's that, will make My interest clear-Ha! Lady. A fair skin of parchment! Well. Indented, I confess, and labels, too; But neither wax nor words. How! thunderstruck! Not a syllable to insult with? my wise uncle, Your testimony Help with an oath or two; and for thy master, Wilt thou not swear this? Mar. I! no, I assure you. I have a conscience, not seared up like yours; Over. Wilt thou betray me? All your black plots, level with the earth Nay, pulverize, the walls, you think defend you. Mar. I know you are a tearer. Over. But that I will live, rogue, to torture You dare do any ill, yet want true valour Over. They are words I know not, Nor e'er will learn. Patience, the beggar's virtue, Enter GREEDY and Parson WELLDO. Welcome, most welcome! There's comfort in thy looks; is the deed done! Welldo. Married? yes, I assure you. Over. Then vanish all sad thoughts! there's My doubts and fears are in the titles drowned To my wish, to my wish. Now, you that plot | Lead not the way, let's quit the house, and LADY. Upon my injuries, shall I fear to charge them? Marg. Sir, first your pardon, then your bles-No: I'll thro' the battalia, and, that routed, sing, with Your full allowance of the choice I have made. This is my husband. Over. How! [Kneeling. -My brain turns! Welldo. Why this rage to me? I'll fall to execution.-Ha! I am feeble: Will not be drawn. Ha! what are these? Sure, That come to bind my hands, and then to drag me Before the judgment-seat.-Now they are new And do appear like furies, with steel whips, [Dragged off by ORDER and AMBLE. Mar. Is't brave sport? Greedy. Brave sport? I'm sure it has taken away my stomach. Is not this your letter, sir? and these the words-I do not like the sauce. Well. As it appears, You are so, my grave uncle. Over. Village nurses Mar. Was it not a rare trick, (An't please your worship) to make the deed nothing? Certain minerals I used, Incorporated in the ink and wax. Besides, he gave me nothing, but still fed me ment To this conundrum. Well. You are a rascal. He, that dares be To a master, tho' unjust, will ne'er be true Revenge their wrongs with curses; I'll not waste Or favour from me; I will shun thy sight A syllable, but thus I take the life, Which, wretch! I gave to thee. As I would do a basilisk's. Thank my pity, der comfort. [To MARG. Their own abilities leave them. Pray you take | It is a time of action; if your lordship I will endeavour you shall be his guardians Be it good or ill in law, I'll be an umpire That may make me right again. Well. Nothing wants, then, [To the audience. [Exeunt omnes. SCENE I. SACT I. Enter CAROLO CHAROMONTE. and CONTARINO. In every circumstance. Car. Again more welcome. Yet, give me leave to wish (and pray you excuse me, For I must use the freedom I was born with) As dear to me as the old Romans held To bless and guard their families. On my part, signior; nor can the duke In any man to doubt, that Giovanni, Car. I have discharged, To the utmost of my power, the trust the duke Their household Lares, who, they believed, had The seed of my endeavours was not sown power Upon the barren sands, but fruitful glebe, vance, Which yields a large increase; my noble charge, | That is without their power. When they ad- Of what's read to him, but 'tis straight digested, That it makes perfect harmony. Con. You describe A wonder to me. Car. Sir, he is no less; And, that there may be nothing wanting that Than if they had been fashioned and built up Con. And what place Does he now bless with his presence? Running at the ring, at which he's excellent. He does allot for every exercise A several hour; for sloth, the nurse of vices Not out of judgment, but deceiving fancy, He, being pure and tried gold, and any stamp If you please, to some other subject, though I But break we off. Here comes my princely charge. |