Chapter XII: Part 12

_To._ Sweet Master _Wildbraine_.

_Wi._ No more _Toby_, go the times may alter--
But where's the coarse of my dead cosen,
(If she be dead) I hop'd 'thad but dissembled
That sits heavy here: _Toby_, honest _Toby_,
Lend me thy Lanthorn, I forgot 'twas dark,
I had need look to my ways now.

_To._ Take a lodging with me to night in the Stable,
And ride away to morrow with one of the horses,
Next your heart, pray do.

_Wi._ No, good night good neighbor _Toby_, I will wander,
I scorn to submit my self, ere I have rambled,
But whither, or with what, that's more material;
No matter, and the worst come, it is but stealing,
And my Aunt wo'not see me hang'd for her own credit,
And farewel in a Halter costs me nothing. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Hartlove.

_Fran._ The night, and all the evil the night covers,
The Goblins, Haggs, and the black spawn of darkness,
Cannot fright me: no death, I dare thy cruelty.
For I am weary both of life and light too;
Keep my wits heaven, they say spirits appear
To melancholy minds, and the graves open,
I would fain see the fair _Maria_'s shadow,
But speak unto her spirit e'er I dyed,
But ask upon my knees a mercy from her;
I was a villain, but her wretched kinsman,
That set his plot, shall with his heart-blood satisfie
Her injur'd life and honor, what light's this?

_Enter_ Wildbrain _with a Lanthorn_.

_Wild._ It is but melancholy walking thus;
The Tavern doors are baracado'd too,
Where I might drink till morn in expectation;
I cannot meet the Watch neither; nothing in
The likeness of a Constable, whom I might,
In my distress, abuse, and so be carried,
For want of other lodging, to the Counter.

_Fra._ 'Tis his voice, Fate, I thank thee.

_Wild._ Ha, who's that, and thou be'st a man speak?
_Frank Hartlove_, then I bear my destinies,
Thou art the man of all the world I wish'd for;
My Aunt has turn'd me out a doors, she has,
At this unchristian hour, and I do walk,
Methinks like _Guido Faux_ with my dark Lanthorn,
Stealing to set the Town a fire; i'th' Countrey
I should be tane for _William_ o' the Wispe,
Or: _Robin Good-fellow_, and how dost _Frank_?

_Ha._ The worse for you.

_Wild._ Come, tha'rt a fool, art going to thy lodging?
I'll lie with thee to night, and tell thee stories,
How many devils we ha met withal;
Our house is haunted _Frank_, whole legions,
I saw fifty for my share.

_Fr._ Didst not fright 'em?

_Wild._ How; fright 'em? no, they frighted me sufficiently.

_Fr._ Thou hadst wickedness enough to make them stare,
And be afraid o' thee, malicious devil;
And draw thy sword, for by _Maria's_ soul;
I will not let thee scape to do more mischief.

_Wild._ Thou art mad, what dost mean?

_Fr._ To kill thee, nothing else will ease my anger,
The injury is fresh, I bleed withal,
Nor can that word express it, theres no peace in't,
Nor must it be forgiven, but in death;
Therefore call up thy valour, if thou'st any.
And summon up thy spirits to defend thee;
Thy heart must suffer for thy damn'd practises,
Against thy noble cosin, and my innocence.

_Wild._ Hold, hear a word; did I do any thing
But for your good, that you might have her,
That in that desperate time I might redeem her,
Although with shew of loss.

_Fr._ Out ugly villain,
Fling on her the most hated name of whore
To the worlds eye, and face it out in courtesie,
Bring him to see't, and make me drunk to attempt it.

_Enter_ Maria.

_Ma._ I hear some voices this way.

_Fr._ No more, if you can pray, do it as you fight.

_Ma._ What new frights oppose me? I have heard that tongue.

_Wild._ 'Tis my fortune.
You could not take me in a better time, Sir,
I ha nothing to lose but the love I lent thee,
My life my sword protect.

_Ma._ I know 'em both, but to prevent their ruines,
Must not discover--stay men most desperate;
The mischief you are forward to commit
Will keep me from my grave, and tie my spirit
To endless troubles else.

_Wild._ Ha, 'tis her Ghost.

_Fr. Maria?_

_Ma._ Hear me both, each wound you make
Runs through my soul, and is a new death to me,
Each threatening danger will affright my rest;
Look on me _Hartlove_, and my kinsman view me;
Was I not late in my unhappy marriage,
Sufficient miserable? full of all misfortunes?
But you must add, with your most impious angers,
Unto my sleeping dust this insolence?
Would you teach time to speak eternally
Of my disgraces; make Records to keep 'em,
Keep them in brass? fight then, and kill my honor;
Fight deadly both, and let your bloody swords,
Through my reviv'd, and reeking infamy
(That never shall be purg'd) find your own ruines:
_Hartlove_, I lov'd thee once, and hop'd again
In a more blessed love to meet thy spirit,
If thou kill'st him, thou art a murtherer,
And murther shall never inherit heaven:
My time is come, my concealed grave expects me,
Farewel, and follow not, your feet are bloody,
And will pollute my peace: I hope they are melted,
This is my way sure. [_Exit._

_Fr._ Stay blessed soul.

_Wi._ Would she had come sooner, and ha sav'd some blood.

_Fr._ Dost bleed?

_Wild._ Yes certainly, I can both see and feel it.

_Fr._ Now I well hope it is not dangerous;
Give me thy hand, as [farre as] honor guides me,
I'll know thee again.

_Wild._ I thank thee heartily;
I know not where to get a Surgeon;
This vision troubles me, sure she is living,
And I was foolish blind, I could not find it;
I bleed apace still, and my heart grows heavy,
If I go far I faint, I'll knock at this house,
They may be charitable, would 'twere perfect day.

_Enter Mistriss._

_Mist._ 'Tis not he: What would you, Sir?

_Wild._ I would crave a little rest Lady,
And for my hurts some Surgerie, I am a Gentleman
That fortune of a fight--

_Mist._ A handsome Gentleman,
Alas he bleeds, a very handsome Gentleman.

_Wild._ A sweet young wench, beshrew my heart a fair one;
Fortune has made me some recompence.

_Mist._ Pray come in, the air is hurtful for you,
Pray let me lead you, I'll have a bed for you presently,
I'll be your Surgeon too, alas sweet Gentleman.

_Wild._ I feel no hurts, the morning comes too fast now.

_Mist._ Softly, I beseech you. [_Exit._

_Enter Lady and_ Toby.

_Tob._ He is not up yet Madam, what meant you
To come forth so early?

_La._ You blockhead;
Your eyes are sow'd up still, they cannot see
When it is day: oh my poor _Maria_;
Where be the women?

_Tob._ They said they would follow us.

_La._ He shall not laugh thus at my misery,
And kill my child, and steal away her body,
And keep her portion too.

_Tob._ Let him be hang'd for't,
You have my voice.

_La._ These women not come yet?
A Son-in-law, I'll keep a Conjurer,
But I'll find out his knavery.

_Tob._ Do, and I'll help him.
And if he were here, this whip should conjure him,
Here's a _Capias_, and it catch hold on's breech,
I'de make him soon believe the Devil were there.

_La._ An old Usurer.

_Tob._ He married the money, that's all he lookt for;
For your daughter, let her sink or swim.

_La._ I'll swim him;
This is his house, I wonder they stay thus,
That we might rail him out on's wits.

_Tob._ They'll come,
Fear not Madam, and bring clappers with 'em,
Or some have lost their old wont, I have heard,
No disparagement to your Ladyship, some o' their tongues
Like _Tom-a-Lincoln_, three miles off.

_La._ Oh fie,
How tedious are they?

_Tob._ What and we lost no time,
You and I shall make a shift to begin with him,
And tune our Instruments till the Consort come
To make up the full noise, I'll knock.

_Ju._ Who's that rapt so saucily?

_Tob._ 'Tis I, _Toby_, come down, or else we'll fetch you down,
Alas, this is but the [Saunce] bell, here's a Gentlewoman
Will ring you another peal, come down, I say.

_Ju._ Some new fortifications, look to my doors,
Put double barrs, I will not have her enter,
Nor any of her Tribe, they come to terrifie me:
Keep out her tongue too, if you can.

_La._ I hear you,
And I will send my tongue up to your worship,
The eccho of it shall flye o'er the street;
My Daughter that thou killedst with kindness (Jew)
That thou betrayedst to death, thou double Jew,
And after stol'st her body.

_Tob._ Jew's too good for him.

_Ju._ I defie you both;
Thy daughter plaid the villain and betraid me.
Betrai'd my honor.

_La._ Honor, Rascal,
And let that bear an action, I'll try it with thee,
Honor?

_Tob._ Oh Reprobate!

_La._ Thou musty Justice,
Buy an honourable halter and hang thy self.

_[T]ob._ A worshipful ropes end is too good for him.

_La._ Get honor that way, thou wot die a dog else.

_Tob._ Come and be whipt first.

_La._ Where is her Portion.

_Enter Nurse and Women._

_Ju._ Where I'll keep it safely.

_Nur._ Traitor, thou shall not keep it.

_Ju._ More of the kennel? put more bolts to th' doors there,
And arm your selves, hell is broke loose upon us.

_Tob._ I am glad y'are come, we'll blow the house down.

_La._ Oh Nurse, I have such cause--

_Wo._ Villain, viper, although you had no cause, we are bound
To help.

_Nur._ Yes, and believe, we come not here to examine,
And if you please we'll fire the house.

_Ju._ Call the Constable.

_Tob._ A charitable motion, fire is comfortable.

_La._ No, no, we'll only let him know our minds,
We will commit no outrage, he's a Lawyer.

_Ju._ Give me my Musket.

_La._ Where's my daughters body,
That I may bury it?

_Wo._ Speak, or we'll bury thee.

_Nur._ Alive, we'll bury thee, speak old Iniquity.

_Tob._ Bury him alive by all means for a testimony.

_Ju._ Their voices make my house reel, oh for Officers,
I am in a dream, thy daughters spirit
[Walkes] a nights, and troubles all the neigh[bou]rs:
Go hire a Conjurer, I'll say no more.

_La._ The Law shall say more.

_Wo. Nur._ We are Witnesses,
And if thou be'st not hang'd--

_Enter_ Lurcher _and Boy_.

_Lur._ Buy a Book of good manners,
A short Book of good manners.

_Boy._ Buy a ballad, a ballad of the maid was got with child.

_Tob._ That might ha been my case last night,
I'll ha't, what e'er it cost me.

_Boy._ A ballad of the Witches hang'd at _Ludlow_.

_Tob._ I will have that too;
There was an Aunt of mine, I think amongst 'em,
I would be glad to hear her Testament.

_Lur._ A new Book of Women.

_Ju._ The thunder's laid, how they stare at him.

_Lur._ A new Book of Fools, a strange Book,
Very strange fools.

_Ju._ I'll owe thee a good turn, whate'er thou art.

_Lur._ A Book of Walking Spirits.

_Ju._ That I like not.

_Tob._ Nor I, they walk'd me the Fools Morris.

_Lur._ A Book of Wicked Women.

_Ju._ That's well thought on.

_[L]ur._ Of rude, malicious Women, of proud Women,
Of scolding Women, we shall ne'er get in.

_Boy._ A ballad of wrong'd Maids.

_La._ I'll buy that.

_Lur._ A little, very little Book,
Of good and godly Women, a very little one,
So little you may put it in a Nutshel.

_Tob._ With a small print that no body can read it.

_Nur._ Peace sirrah, or I'll tear your Books.

_Ju._ Open the door and let him in, I love him.

_Lur._ A Book of evil Magistrates.

_La._ I marry d'ye hear that Justice.

_Lur._ And their eviller wives,
That wear their Places in their Petticoats.

_Ju._ D'ye hear that Lady.

_Boy._ A Book new printed against Playing,
Dancing, Masking, May-poles; a zealous Brothers Book,
And full of Fables.

_Lur._ Another Book of Women, of mad women,
Women that were born in _March_. [_Exit._

_La._ Are you got in?
We would ha pull'd your knaves hide else; this fellow
Was sent to abuse us, but we shall have time
To talk more with this Justice.

_Ju._ Farewel Madam, as you like this, come visit me agen,
You and your treble strings, now scold your hearts out--

_Wo._ Shall he carry it thus away?

_Nur._ Go to the Judge, and what you'll have us swear--

_La._ I thank ye heartily,
I'll keep that for the last, I will go home,
And leave him to his Conscience for a while,
If it sleep long, I'll wake it with a vengeance. [_Exit._

_Enter Servants._

_1._ What book has he given thee?

_2._ A dainty book, a book of the great Navy,
Of fifteen hundred ships of Cannon-proof,
Built upon Whales to keep their keels from sinking:
And Dragons in 'em, that spit fire ten mile;
And Elephants that carry goodly Castles.

_1._ Dost thou believe it?

_2._ Shall we not believe Books in print?

_1._ I have _John Taylors_ book of Hempseed too,
Which for two lines I hapned on by chance,
I reverence.

_2._ I prethee what are they?

_1._ They are so pat upon the time, as if
He studied to answer the late Histriomastix,
Talking of change and transformations,
That wittily, and learnedly he bangs him,
So many a Puritans ruff, though starch'd in print,
Be turn'd to Paper, and a Play writ in't
[A Play in the Puritans ruff? I'll buy his Works for't,
And confute _Horace_ with a Water Poet:]
What hast there a Ballad too?

_2._ [This?] This is a piece of Poetry indeed;

[_He sings; Justice cries within._

What noise is that?

_1._ Some cry i th' streets; prethee sing on. [_Sing[s] again._

_2._ Agen, dost not hear? 'tis i'th' house certainly?

_1._ 'Tis a strange noise! and has a tang o'th' Justice.

_2._ Let's see! [_Exit._

_Enter the Servants bringing in their Master_
_bound and gagg'd._

_1._ Untie his feet, pull out his gagg, he will choak else;
What desperate rogues were these.

_2._ Give him fresh air.

_Ju._ I will never study books more:
I am undone, these villains have undone me.
Rifled my Desk, they have undone me learnedly:
A fire take all their Books, I'll burn my Study:
Where were you rascals when the villains bound me,
You could not hear?

_1._ He gave us Books, Sir, dainty Books to busie us;
And we were reading, in that which was the Brew-house;
A great way off, we were singing Ballads too;
And could not hear.

_Ju._ This was a precious thief,
A subtle trick to keep my servants safe.

_2._ What ha you lost Sir?

_Ju._ They ransack'd all before my face, and threatned
To kill me if I cough'd, they have a chain,
My rings, my box of casting gold, my purse too.
They robb'd me miserably: but that which most grieves me,
They took away some Writings; 'twas a rogue
That knew me, and set on by the old Lady,
I will indite her for't.

_1._ Shall we pursue 'em?

_Ju._ Run, run, cursed raskals,
I am out of my wits, let not a creature in,
No not with necessaries.

_2._ We shall be starv'd.

_Ju._ I'll buy my meat at window as they pass by;
I [wonot] trust my Scrivenor, he has books too;
And bread I'll ha flung up; I charge ye all
Burn all the books i'th' house.

_1._ Your little Prayer Book?

_Ju._ I'll never pray agen, I'll have my doors
Made up, nothing but walls, and thick ones too;
No sound shall tempt me agen, remember I
Have forswore books.

_2._ If you should be call'd to take your oath?

_Ju._ I will forswear all oaths, rather than see
A thing but in the likeness of a book:
And I were condemn'd, I'll rather chuse to hang,
Than read agen; come in, and search all places,
They may be about the house, were the doors lock'd?

_1._ But the keys in 'em, and if they be gone,
They could not want wit to lock us in, Sir.

_Ju._ Never was a man so miserably undone,
I would lose a limb, to see their rogueships totter. [_Exeunt._

_Enter Lady and Nurse._

_La._ Thy brothers daughter, saist, and born in _Wales_?

_Nur._ I have long time desired to see her, and I hope
Your Ladyship will not be offended.

_La._ No, no.

_Nur._ I should be happy, if she might be serviceable
To you Madam.

_La._ Beshrew me, but at first, she took me much,
Is she not like _Maria_? setting aside
Her language very like her, and I love her
The better for't, I prethee call her hither,
She speaks feat English.

_Nur._ Why _Guennith, Guennith, du hummah Guennith_.
She is course Madam, after her countrey guise,
And were she in fine cloths--

_La._ I'll have her handsome:

_Enter_ Maria.

What part of _Wales_ were you born in?

_Ma._ In _Abehundis_ Mada[ms].

_Nur._ She speaks that name in _Welsh_, which we call _Brecknock_.

_La._ What can you do?

_Ma._ Her was toe many tings in _Walls_, know not the fashion
in _Londons_; her was milk the Cows, make seeze and butters,
and spin very well the Welsh _freeze,_ her was Cooke to te
Mountain Cots, and sing very fine prittish tunes, was mage good
ales and breds, and her know to dance on Sundays, marge you now
Madams.

_La._ A pretty innocence, I do like her infinitely, _Nurse_,
And if I live--

_Enter Servant._

_Ser._ Here is Mr. _Hartlove_, Madam, come to see you.

_La._ Alas poor Gentleman, prethee admit him.

_Enter_ Hartlove _and Gent_.

_Ha._ Madam, I am come to take my last leave.

_La._ How Sir?

_Ha._ Of all my home affections, and my friends,
For the interest you had once in _Maria_,
I would acquaint you when I leave the kingdom.

_La._ Would there were any thing in my poor power
That might divert your Will, and make you happy,
I am sure I have wrong'd her too, but let your pardon
Assure me you are charitable; she's dead
Which makes us both sad: What do you look on?

[_1._] The likest face--

_Ma._ Plesse us awle, why does that sentilman make such unders
and mazements at her, I know her not.

_Ha._ Be not offended maid.

_La._ How the wench blushes, she represents _Marias_ loss to him.

_Ma._ Will the sentilman hurt her? pray you be her defences,
was have mad phisnomies, is her troubled with Lunaticks in her
prain pans, bless us awle.

_Ha._ Where had you this face?

_Ma._ Her faces be our none, I warrant her.

_Ha._ I wonot hurt you, all the lineaments
That built _Maria_ up; all those springing beauties
Dwell on this thing, change but her tongue I know her:
Let me see your hand.

_Ma. Du Guin._ was never thieves, and robberies; here is no
sindge in her hands warrant her.

_Ha._ Trust me, the self-same white,
And softness, prethee speak our English Dialect.

_Ma._ Ha leggs? what does her speage hard urds to her, to make
poor _Guenith_ ridicles, was no mannerly sentilman to abuse her.

_Ha._ By the love,
That everlasting love I bear _Maria_--

_Ma. Maria_, her name was _Guenith_, and good names, was
poor else, oman maid, her have no fine kanags to madge her
tricksie[, yet] in her own cuntries was held a fine ense her
can tels her, and honest ense too, marg you dat now, her can
keep her little legs close enough, warrant her.

_La._ How prettily this anger shews.

_1._ She gabbles innocently.

_Ha._ Madam farewel, and all good fortune dwell we'e,
With me my own affections; farewel Maid,
Fair gentle maid.

_2._ She sighs.

_Ma._ Du cat a whee.

_Ha._ I cannot goe, there's somewhat calls me back.

_Ma._ Poor _Frank_,
How gladly would I entertain thy love,
And meet thy worthy flame, but shame forbids me:

If please her Ladyship[s] dwell here with _Guenith_, and learn
to spinn and card ull, to mage flannells, and linseyes ulseis,
fall tawgco'd urds to her Ladyships urships for her. [_The
tears flow from him._

The tears of true affection, woe is me,
Oh cursed love that glories in maids miseries,
And true mens broken hearts.

_La._ Alas I pity him, the wench is rude, and knows you not,
forgive her.

_Ma._ Wy[n]e your nyes [p]ray you, though was porn in Walls
'mong craggy rocks, and mountains, yet heart is soft, look
you hur can weep too, when hur see men mage prinie tears and
lamentations.

_Ha._ How hard she holds me!
Just as _Maria_ did, weeps the same drops,
Now as I have a living soul, her si[gh] too;
What shall I think, is not your name _Maria_,
If it be not, delude me with so much charity
To say it is.

_Ma._ Upon her life, you was mighty deal in love with some
podies, your pale seekes and hollow nyes, and pantings upon her
posom, know very well, because look you, her think her honest
sentilman, you sall call her _Maria_.

_Ha._ Good Madam, think not ill I am thus saucy.

_La._ Oh no Sir, be you not angry with the wench.

_Ha._ I am most pleas'd.

_1._ Lets interrupt him, he'll be mad outright else.

_2._ Observe a little more.

_Ha._ Would I could in your language beg a kiss.

_Ma._ If her have necessities of a kiss, look you, dere is one
in sarities.

_Ha._ Let me suffer death,
If in my apprehension two twinn'd cherries
Be more a kinn, than her lips to _Maria_'s:
And if this harsh illusion would but leave her,
She were the same, good Madam, shall I have
Your consent now?

_La._ To what?

_Ha._ To give this Virgin to me.

_La._ She's not mine, this is her kinswoman,
And has more power to dispose; alas, I pity him.
Pray gentlem[e]n prevail with him to goe;
More that I wish his comfort than his absence.

_Ha._ You have been always kind to me, will you
Deny me your fair Cosin?

_Nu._ 'Twere fit you first obtain'd her own consent.

_Ha._ [He] is no friend that wishes my departure,
I doe not trouble you.

_1._ 'Tis not _Maria_.

_Ha._ Her shadow is enough, I'll dwell with that,
Pursue your own ways, shall we live together?

_Ma._ If her will come to morrow and tauge to her, her will
tell her more of her meanings, and then if her be melancholy,
her will sing her a Welch Song too, to make her merries,
but _Guenith_ was very honest; her was never love but one
sentleman, and he was bear her great teal of good-ills too,
was marry one day _S. Davy_, her give her five pair of white
gloves, if her will dance at her weddings.

_Ha._ All I am worth,
And all my hopes this strange voice would forsake her,
For then she shud be--prethee stay a little,
Hark in thine ear, dissemble not, but tell me,
And save my life; I know you are _Maria_:
Speak but as I doe, ten words to confirm me;
You have an _English_ soul, do not disguise it
From me with these strange accents--She pinch'd hard
Again, and sigh'd.

_La._ What ails the Wench? [_Exit._

_Nur._ Why, _Guenith_.

_Ha._ She's gone too.

_2._ Come leave this dream.

_Ha._ A dream? I think so;
But 'twas a pleasing one, now I'll obey,
And forget all these wonders, lead the way. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Wildbrain _and_ Toby.

_Wild._ Honest _Toby_?

_To._ Sweet Mr. _Wildbrain_,--I am glad I ha met w'ye.

_Wild._ Why, did my Aunt send for me?

_Tob._ Your Aunt's a mortal, and thinks not on you
For ought I can perceive.

_Wild._ Is my cosin alive agen?

_Tob._ Neither, and yet we do not hear
That she's buried.

_Wild._ What should make thee glad then?

_Tob._ What should make me glad? have I not cause,
To see your Princely body well, and walk thus,
Look blithe and bonny, and your Wardrobe whole still?

_Wild._ The case is clear, and I ha found a Mine,
A perfect _Indie_, since my Aunt cashier'd me;
What think'st of this?

_Tob._ Oh delicate bells.

_Wild._ Thou puttest me in mind,
We are to ring anon, I mean[t] to send for thee;
Meet me at the old Parish Church.

_Tob._ Say no more.

_Wild._ When thy Lady is a bed, we ha conspir'd
A midnight peal for joy.

_Tob._ If I fail, hang me i' th' bell-ropes.

_Wild._ And how? and how does my Aunt?

_Tob._ She's up to th' ears in Law;
I do so whirl her to the Counsellors chambers,
And back again, and bounce her for more money,
And too again, I know not what they do with her;
But she's the merriest thing among these Law-drivers;
And in their studies half a day together;
If they do get her with _Magna Charta_, she swears,
By all the ability of her old body,
She will so claw the Justice, she will sell
The tiles of the house she vows, and Sack out o'th' Cellar,
(That she worships to Idolatry) but she'll hang him.

_Wild._ I would she could: but hark thee honest _Toby_.
If a man have a Mistriss, may we not,
Without my Aunt's leave, borrow now and then
A Coach to tumble in, towards the Exchange,
And so forth?

_Tob._ A Mistriss?

_Wild._ She may be thine when we are married.

_Tob._ Command, I'll carry you both in pomp;
And let my Lady go a foot a Law-catching,
And exercise her corns: where is she Master _John_?

_Wild._ 'Shat see her.

_Tob._ Shall we ring for her?

_Wild._ And drink her health?

_Tob._ Drink stifly for five hours.

_Wild._ We'll drink fifteen.

_Tob._ To night? we will ha twenty Torches then,
And through the streets drive on triumphantly;
Triumphantly we'll drive, by my Lad[y]es door,
As I am a Christian Coachman, I will rattle you
And Urine in her porch, and she shall fear me:
If you say more, I shall run mad outright,
I will drink Sack, and surfeit instantly;
I know not where I am now. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Lurcher.

_Wi._ Hold for thy buttons sake, the knave's transported.

_Lur. Jack Wildbrain?_

_Wild._ Honest _Tom_, how thrives the fellonious world with thee now?

_Lur._ You look and talk as you were much exalted.

_Wild._ Th'art i'th' right _Tom_. I'll tell thee first,
I ha shook off my Aunt, and yet I live still,
And drink, and sing; her house had like to ha spoil'd me;
I keep no hours now;
Nor need any false key
To the old womans Cabinets, I ha money
Upon my word, and pawn no oaths to th' Butler.
No matrimonial protestations
For Sack-possets to the Chambermaid,
I praise my Fate, there be more ways to th' wood _Tom_.

_Lur._ Prethee release my wonder.

_Wild._ I'll increase it, wipe thine eyes,
Here is a chain worth money, and some man had it,
A foolis[h] Diamond, and other trifles--

_Lur._ The very same, Oh Gipsey! Infidel!
All that I sweat, and ventur'd my neck for,
He has got already; who would trust a strumpet:

_Wild._ This? This is nothing to what I possess
At home.

_Lur._ What home?

_Wild._ A house that shall be nameless;
The Mistriss of it mine too, such a piece
For flesh and blood, added to that so loving--

_Lur._ Is she married?

_Wild._ I know not, nor I care not;
But such a prize, so mounting, so delicious,
Thou wilt run mad, I'll tell thee more hereafter.

_Lur._ Nay, prethee a word more.

_Wild._ I took no pains to find out all this Paradise,
My destiny threw me upon't i'th dark, I found it
Wanting a Lodging too.

_Lur._ No old acquaintance?

_Wild._ Never, never saw her;
But these things happen not in every age:
I cannot stay, if thou wilt meet anon
At my own randevow, thou knowest the Tavern,
We'll sup together, after that a company
Of merry lads have made a match to ring.

_Lur._ You keep your exercise, i'th' old Church?

_Wild._ No other,
There is no Musick to the Bells, we wo'd
Have Bonfires if we durst, and thou wo'd come
It shall cost thee nothing _Tom_, hang pilfering,
And keep me company, in time I may
Shew thee my wench too.

_Lur._ I cannot promise; but you will be there?

_Wild._ We'll toss the Bells, and make the Steeple
Roar boy, but come to supper then.

_Lur._ My hand, and expect me:
Yes, I will come or send, and to some purpose;
Art come boy?

_Enter Boy with Gown, Beard, and Constables staff._

Excellent, Knave, how didst thou purchase these?

_Boy._ The staff I stole last night from a sleeping Constable;
The rest I borrowed by my acquaintance with
The Players boyes; you were best to lose no time, Sir.

_Lur._ So, so, help boy, 'tis very well, do I not look
Like one that breaks the Kings peace with authority?
You know your charge, prepare things handsomely,
My diligent boy, and leave me to my office.

_Boy._ There wants nothing already; but I fly Sir. [_Exit._

_Lur._ Now Fortune prove no slut, and I'll adore thee.
_Within. Ser._ Whose there? [_Knocks._

_Lur._ A friend wo'd speak with Master Justice.

_Ser._ Who are you?

_Lur._ I am the Constable.

_Ser._ My Master is not at leasure to hear business.

_Lur._ How? Not at leasure to do the King service;
Take heed what you say, Sir; I know his worship,
If he kn[e]w my business, would no excuse.

_Ser._ You must go to another Justice, I'll assure
My Master is not well in health.

_Lur._ I know not,
But if your worshipful be not at leasure
To do himself a benefit, I am gone Sir,
An infinite benefit, and the State shall thank him for't;
Thank him, and think on him too; I am an Officer.
And know my place, but I do love the Justice;
I honor any authority above me:
Beside, he is my neighbor, and I worship him.

_Ser._ You have no Books, nor Ballads, Mr Constable,
About you?

_Lur._ What should I doe with Books? does it become
A man of my place to understand such matters?
Pray call your Master, if he please to follow me,
I shall discover to him such a plot,
Shall get him everlasting fame, I'll be hang'd for't,
And he be not knighted instantly, and for reward
Have some of the malefactors Lands, I'll bring him too;
But I cannot d[all]y time. [_Within._

_Ju._ Who's that?

_Ser._ A Constable Sir, would speak about some business,
He says will bring you Fame, and mighty profit.

_Lur._ Please your worship come down, I'll make you happy;
The notabl'st piece of villany I have in hand Sir,
And you shall find it out; I ha made choice
To bring your worship to the first knowledge, and
Thank me, as you find the good on't afterwards.

_Ju._ What is it? Treason?

_Lur._ 'Tis little better, I can tell you I have lodg'd
A crew of the most rank and desperate villains:
They talk of robberies and waies they did 'em;
And how they left men bound i[n] their studies.

_Ju._ With Books and Ballads?

_Lur._ That Sir, that, and murders,
And thousand knaveries more, they're very rich Sir,
In Money, Jewels, Chains, and a hundred more
Devices.

_Ju._ Happy, happy Constable, I meet ye
At the back door, get ready knaves.

_Lur._ Not a man I beseech you,
I have privately appointed strength about me,
They cannot start, your men would breed suspition;
All my desire is, you would come alone;
That you might have the hope of the enterprise,
That you might hear 'em first, and then proceed, Sir.

_Ju._ I come, I come.

_Lur._ 'Tis very well. [_Exit._

_Ju._ Keep all my doors fast, 'tis something late.

_Lur._ So, so, and please your worship I[le] direct you.

_Enter Boy._

_Boy._ My Master staies, I doubt his lime-twigs catch not,
If they doe, all's provided; but I all
This while forget my own state, fair _Maria_
Is certainly alive, I met her in
Another habit, with her Nurse, 'twas she:
There is some trick in't, but when this is over,
I'll find it out, this project for the Usurer
May have good effect; however, 'twill be sport
To mortifie him a little;

_Enter_ Lurcher.

He's come without him:
Have you fail'd, Sir?

_Lur._ Prosper'd? my little Ingineer; away,
He is i'th' next room, be not you seen, sirrah. [_Exit._

_Boy._ The pitfall's ready, never Justice
Was catcht in such a nooze: e'er he get out,
He shall run through a scouring purgatory,
Shall purge him to the quick, 'tis night already. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Algripe _and_ Lurcher.

_Lur._ Come softly, yet Sir, softly, are you not weary?

_Ju._ Th'ast brought me into a melancholy place,
I see no creature.

_Lur._ This is, Sir, their Den
Where they suppose themselves secure, I am faint,
With making haste; but I must be thus troubled,
And therefore never go without a Cordial; [_Seems to drink._
Without this I should dye;
How it refreshes me
Already! will't please your worship? I might have had
The manners to ha' let you drink before me;
Now am I lusty.

_Ju._ 'T[h]as a good taste.

_Lur._ Taste? how d'ye find the virtue, nay Sir, spare it not:
My wife has the Receipt, does it not stir
Your Worships body? when you come to examine,
'Twill make you speak like thunder.

_Ju._ Hoy he.

_Lur._ It works already.

_Ju._ Is there never a chair, I was wearier than I thought,
But who shall we have to take 'em. Mr. Constable?

_Lur._ Let me alone, when I but give the watch-word
We will have men enough to surprize an Army.

_Ju._ I begin to be sleepy; what, hast a chair?

_Enter another with a chair._

_Lur._ They do not dream of us, 'tis early rising;
Care, care, and early rising, Common-wealths men
Are ever subject to the nods; sit down, Sir,
A short nap is not much amiss; so, so, he's fast;
Fast as a fish i'th' net, he has winking powder
Shall work upon him to our wish, remove him,
Nay, we may cut him into collops now
And he ne'r feel; have you prepar'd the vault, sirrah?

_Boy._ Yes, yes, Sir, every thing in's place.

_Lur._ When [we] have plac'd him, you and I boy
Must about another project hard by, his potion
Will bind him sure enough till we return,
This villany weighs mainly, But we'll purge ye. [_Exit._

[_Bells ring._

_Enter Sexton._

_Sex._ Now for mine ears, mine ears be constant to me;
They ring a wager, and I must deal justly, ha boys.

_Enter Lurcher and Boy._

_Lur._ Dost hear 'em, hark, these be the Ringers?

_Boy._ Are you sure the same?

_Lur._ Or my directions fail;
The coast is clear:
How the bells go! how daintily they tumble!
And methinks they seem to say; Fine fools I'll fit you.

_Sex._ Excellent agen, good boys--oh that was nought.

_Lur._ Who's that?

_Boy._ Be you conceal'd by any means yet, hark,
They stop, I hope they'll to't agen, close Sir.

_Enter_ Wildbrain, Toby, _Ringers_.

_Wild._ A palpable knock.

_Ring._ 'Twas none.

_To._ Be judg'd by the Sexton then,
If I have ears.

_Sex._ A knock, a knock, a gross one.

_To._ Carman, your gallon of wine, you ring most impiously,
Art thou o'th' worshipful company of the Knights o'th West,
And handle a bell with no more dexterity?
You think you are in _Thames-street_
Justling the Carts: oh a clean hand's a Jewel.

_Boy._ Good speed to your good exercise.

_To._ Y' are welcome.

_Boy._ I come, Sir, from a Gentleman, and neighbor hard by,
One that loves your Musick well.

_To._ He may have more on't,
Handle a bell, as you were haling timber;
Gross, gross, and base, absurd.

_Ring._ I'll mend it next peal.

_Boy._ To intreat a knowledge of you, whether it be
By the Ear you ring thus cunningly, or by the Eye;
For to be plain, he has laid ten pounds upon't.

_Wild._ But which way has he laid?

_Boy._ That your Ear guides you,
And not your Eye.

_To._ Has won, has won, the Ear's our only instrument:

_Boy._ But how shall we be sure on't.

_To._ Put all the lights out, to what end serve our eyes then?

_Wild._ A plain Case.

_Boy._ You say true, 'tis a fine cunning thing to ring by th' Ear sure:
And can you ring i' th' dark so?

_Wild._ All night long, boy.

_Boy._ 'Tis wonderful, let this be certain Gentlemen,
And half his wager he allows among ye;
Is't possible you should ring so?

_To._ Possible, thou art a child, I'll ring when I am dead drunk
Out with the lights, no twinkling of a candle,
I know my rope too, as I know my nose,
And can bang it soundly i'th' dark, I warrant you.

_Wi._ Come, let's confirm him straight, and win the wager. [_Ex._

_Boy._ Let me hear to strengthen me;
And when y'ave rung, I'll bring the money to you.

_Lur._ So, so, follow 'em;
They shall have a cool reward, one hath gold of mine,
Good store in's pocket, [_Ring._
But this will be reveng'd in a short warning.
They are at it lustily; hey, how wantonly
They ring away their cloaths, how it delights me.

_Boy._ Here, here, Sir.

_Enter Boy with cloaths._

_Lur._ Hast _Wildbrain's_?

_Boy._ His whole case, Sir; I felt it out, and by the guards
This should be the Coachmans, another suit too.

_Lur._ Away boy, quickly now to the Usurer,
His hour to wake approaches.

_Boy._ That once finished,
You'll give me leave to play, Sir: here they come. [_Ex._

_Enter_ Wildbrain, Toby, _and Ringers_.

_Wild._ I am monstrous weary.

_To._ Fie, how I sweat! Reach me my cloak to cover me,
I run to oyl like a Porpise; 'twas a brave peal.

_Sex._ Let me light [my] candle first, then I'll wait on you.

_Wild._ A very brave peal.

_To._ Carman, you came in close now.

_Wild._ Sure 'tis past midnight.

_Ring._ No stirring in the streets I hear.

_To._ Walk further, was that a pillar? 'tis harder than my nose,
Where's the boy promis'd us five pounds?

_Wild._ Room, I sweat still; come, come, my cloak,
I shall take cold.

_Enter Sexton._

_Sex._ Where lies it?

_Wild._ Here, here, and all our cloaths.

_Sex._ Where, where?

_Ring._ I'th' corner.

_To._ Is thy candle blind too, give me the bottle,
I can drink like a Fish now, like an Elephant.

_Sex._ Here are the corners, but here are no cloaths;
Yes, here is a cuff.

_Wild._ A cuff? give me the candle,
Cuffes wonot cover me--I smell the knavery.

_Tob._ Is't come to a cuff? my whole suit turned to a button?

_Wild._ Now am I as cold again as though 'twere Christmas;
Cold with my fear, I'll never ring by the ear more.

_To._ My new cloaths vanish'd?

_Wild._ All my cloaths _Toby_.

_Ring._ Here's none.

_Tob._ Not one of my dragons wings left to adorn me,
Have I muted all my feathers?

_Wild._ Cheated by the ear; a plot to put out the candle;
I could be mad; my chain, my rings, the gold, the gold.

_Tob._ The cold, the cold I cry, and I cry truly,
Not one sleeve, nor a cape of a cloak to warm me.

_Wild._ What miserable fools were we!

_Tob._ We had e'en best, gentlemen,
Every man chuse his rope again, and fasten it,
And take a short turn to a better fortune,
To be bawds to our miseries, and put our own lights out!

_Wild._ Prethee Sexton lets have a fire at thy house.
A good fire, we'll pay thee some way for't, I am stone cold.

_Sex._ Alas I pity you, come quickly Gentlemen.

_Wild._ Sure I ha been in a dream, I had no Mistriss,
Nor gold, nor cloaths, but am a ringing rascal.

_Tob._ Fellows in affliction, let's take hands all,
Now are we fit for tumblers.

_Enter_ Lurcher _and others_, bringing in Algripe.

_Lur._ So, so, presently his sleep will leave him.
And wonder seize upon him,
Bid 'em within be ready.

_Ju._ What sound's this?
What horrid dinne? what dismal place is this?
I never saw before, and now behold it;
But by the half light of a Lamp, that burns here:
My spirits shake, tremble through my body;
Help, help,

_Enter two Furies, with black Tapers._

Mercy protect me, my soul quakes,
What dreadful apparitions! how I shudder!

_1. 2. Fu. Algripe._

_Ju._ What are you?

_1._ We are hellhounds, hellhounds, that have commission
From the Prince of darkness,
To fetch thy black soul to him.

_Ju._ Am I not alive still?

_1._ Thou art, but we have brought thee instruments
Will quickly rid thy miserable life, Stabb.

_2._ Poyson.

_1._ Hang thy self, this choice is offer'd.

_2._ Thou canst not hope for heaven; thy base soul is
Lost to all hope of mercy.

[_1._] Quickly, quickly,
The torments cool.

[_2._] And all [the Fiends] expect thee.
Come with us to that pit of endless horror,
Or we will force thee.

_Ju._ Oh, oh, oh.

_1._ Groans are too late, sooner the ravisher,
Whose soul is hurl'd into eternal frost,
Stung with the force of twenty thousand winters,
To punish the distempers of his blood,
Shall hope to get from thence, than thou avoid
The certainty of meeting hell where he is.
Shall murderers be there for ever dying,
Their souls shot through with Adders, torn on Engines,
Dying as many deaths for killing one,
Could any imagination number them,
As there be moments in eternity:
And shall that Justice spare thee, that hast slain,
Murdered by thy extortion so many?

_Ju._ Oh, oh.

_2._ Do execution quickly, or we'll carry thee alive to hell.

_Ju._ Gently, gentle devils, do not force me
To kill my self, nor do not you do't for me;
Oh let me live, I'll make amends for all.

_1._ Tell us of thy repentance? perjur'd villain,
Pinch off his flesh, he must be whipt, salted and whipt.

_Ju._ Oh misery of miseries!

_Recorders 1. 2._ Tear his accursed limbs, to hell with him, ha!
A mischief on that innocent face, away. [_Creeps in._

_Enter Boy like an Angel._

_Boy._ Malicious furies hence, choak not the seeds
Of holy penitence.

_Ju._ This must be an Angel,
How at his presence the fiends crawl away!
Here is some light of mercy.

_Boy._ Be thou wise,
And entertain it, wretched, wretched man;
What poor defence hath all thy wealth been to thee?
What says thy conscience now?

_Ju._ Be my good Angel, here I promise thee,
To become honest, and renounce all villany;
Enjoyn me any pennance, I'll build Churches;
A whole City of Hospitals.

_Boy._ Take heed,
There is no dallying, nor are these impos'd.

_Ju._ Name any thing within my power, sweet Angel;
And if I do not faithfully perform it,
Then whip me every day, burn me each minute,
Whole years together let me freeze to Isicles.

_Boy._ I'th' number of thy foul oppressions;
Thou hast undone a faithful Gentleman,
By taking forfeit of his Land.

_Ju._ Young _Lurcher_,
I do confess.

_Boy._ He lives most miserable,
And in despair may hang or drown himself;
Prevent his ruine, or his blood will be
More sin in thy account: hast thou forgotten
He had a sister?

_Ju._ I do well remember it.

_Boy._ Couldst thou for Mammon break thy solemn vow,
Made once to that unhappy maid, that weeps
A thousand tears a day for thy unkindness,
Was not thy faith contracted, and thy heart?
And couldst thou marry another?

_Ju._ But she is dead,
And I will make true satisfaction.

_Boy._ What do I instance these that hast been false
To all the world.

_Ju._ I know it, and will henceforth
Practice repentance, do not frown sweet Angel;
I will restore all Mortgages, forswear
Abominable Usury, live chaste;
For I have been wanton in my shroud, my age;
And if that poor innocent maid, I so abus'd,
Be living, I will marry her, and spend
My days to come religiously.

_Boy._ I was commanded but a Messenger
To tell thee this, and rescue thee from those,
Whose malice would have dragg'd thee quick to hell,
If thou abuse this mercy and repent not,
Double damnation will expect thee for it;
But if thy life be virtuous hereafter,
A blessedness shall reward thy good example,
Thy fright hath much distracted thy weak sences,
Drink of this viol, and renew thy spirits
I ha done my office, think on't and be happy.

_Lur._ So, so, he gapes already, now he's fast;
Thou hast acted rarely, but this is not all;
First, help to convey him out o' th' vault.

_Boy._ You will dispense with me now, as you promis'd, Sir.

_Lur._ We will make shift without thee, th'ast done well,
By our device this bondage may scape hell. [_Exit._

_Enter Lady, Nurse, Maria._

_La._ Didst think _Maria_, this poor outside, and
Dissembling of thy voice could hide thee from
A mothers searching eye, though too much fear,
Lest thou wert not the same, might blind a Lover
That thought thee dead too; oh my dear _Maria_,
I hardly kept my joyes in from betraying thee:
Welcome again to life, we shall find out
The mystery of thy absence; conceal
Thy person still, for _Algripe_ must not know thee:
And exercise this pretty Dialect;
If there be any course in Law to free thee,
Thou shalt not be so miserable; be silent
Good Nurse.

_Nur._ You [shall] not need to fear me, Madam,
I do not love the usuring Jew so well;
Beside, 'twas my trick to disguise her so.

_La._ Be not dejected _Mall_.

_Ma._ Your care may comfort me;
But I despair of happiness:
_Hartlove_, I dare not see him.

_Nur._ We'll withdraw.

_L[a]._ I shall but grieve to see his passions too,
Since there's no possibility to relieve him.

_Enter_ Hartlove.

_Ha._ The world's a Labyrinth, where unguided men
Walk up and down to find their weariness;
No sooner have we measured with much toil
One crooked path with hope to gain our freedom,
But it betrays us to a new affliction;
What a strange mockery will man become
Shortly to all the creatures?
Oh _Mariah_!

If thou be'st dead, why does thy shadow fright me?
Sure 'tis because I live; were I but certain
To meet thee in one grave, and that our dust
Might have the priviledge to mix in silence,
How quickly should my soul shake off this burthen!

_Enter Boy._

[_Boy._] Thus far my wishes have success, I'll lose
No time: Sir, are not you call'd Mr. _Hartlove_?
Pardon my rudeness.

_Ha._ What does that concern
Thee Boy, 'tis a name cannot advantage thee;
And I am weary on't.

_Boy._ Had you conceal'd,
Or I forgot it, Sir, so large were my
Directions, that you could not speak this language,
But I should know you by your sorrow.

_Ha._ Thou
Wert well inform'd, it seems; well, what's your business?

_Boy._ I come to bring you comfort.

_Ha._ Is _Maria_
Alive agen? that's somewhat, and yet not
Enough to make my expectation rise, to
Past half a blessing; since we cannot meet
To make it up a full one; th'art mistaken.

_Boy._ When you have heard me, you'll think otherwise:
In vain I should report _Maria_ living:
The comfort that I bring you, must depend
Upon her death.

_Ha._ Th'art a dissembling boy,
Some one has sent thee to mock me; though my anger
Stoop not to punish thy green years unripe
For malice; did I know what person sent thee
To tempt my sorrow thus, I should reveng it.

_Boy._ Indeed I have no thought so uncharitable,
Nor am I sent to grieve you, let me suffer
More punishment than ever boy deserv'd,
If you do find me false; I serve a Mistriss
Would rather dye than play with your misfortunes;
Then good Sir hear me out.

_Ha._ Who is your Mistriss?

_Boy._ Before I name her, give me some encouragement,
That you receive her message: she is one
That is full acquainted with your misery,
And can bring such a portion of her sorrow
In every circumstance so like your own,
You'll love and pity her, and wish your griefs
Might marry one anothers.

_Ha._ Thou art wild.
Canst thou bring comfort from so sad a creature?
Her miserable story can at best,
But swell my Volume, large enough already.

_Boy._ She was late belov'd, as you were, promis'd faith
And marriage; and was worthy of a better
Than he, that stole _Maria_'s heart.

_Ha._ How's that?

_Boy._ Just as _Maria_ dealt with your affection,
Did he that married her deal with my Mistriss,
When careless both of Honor and Religion;
They cruelly gave away their hearts to strangers.

_Ha._ Part of this truth I know, but prethee boy
Proceed to that thou cam'st for; thou didst Promise
Something, thy language cannot hitherto
Encourage me to hope for.

_Boy._ That I come to:
My Mistriss thus unkindly dealt withal,
You may imagine, wanted no affliction;
And had e'r this, wept her self dry as Marble,
Had not your fortune come to her relief,
And twinn to her own sorrow brought her comfort.

_Ha._ Could the condition of my fate so equal,
Lessen her sufferings?

_Boy._ I know not how
Companions in grief sometimes diminish
And make the pressure easie by degrees:
She threw her troubles off, remembring yours,
And from her pity of your wrongs, there grew
Affection to your person thus increas'd,
And with it, confidence, that those whom Nature
Had made so even in their weight of sorrow,
Could not but love as equally one another,
Were things but well prepar'd, this gave her boldness
To employ me thus far.

_Ha._ A strange message, boy.

_Boy._ If you incline to meet my Mistriss love,
It may beget your comforts; besides that,
'Tis some revenge, that you above their scorn
And pride can laugh at them, whose perjury
Hath made you happy, and undone themselves.

_Ha._ Have you done boy?

_Boy._ Only this little more;
When you but see, and know my Mistriss well,
You will forgive my tediousness, she's fair,
Fair as _Maria_ was.

_Ha._ I'll hear no more,
Go foolish boy, a[n]d tell thy fonder Mistriss
She has no second Faith to give away;
And mine was given to _Maria_, though her death
Allow me freedom, see the Picture of her.

_Enter_ Maria, Nurse.

I would give ten thousand Empires for the substance;
Yet for _Maria's_ sake, whose divine Figure
That rude frame carries, I will love this counterfeit
Above all the world, and had thy Mistriss [all]
The grace and blossom of her sex; now she
Is gone, that was [a walking] Spring of beauty,
I would not look upon her.

_Boy._ Sir, your pardon,
I have but done a message, as becomes
A servant, nor did she on whose commands
I gladly waited, bid me urge her love
To your disquiet, she would chide my diligence
If I should make you angry.

_Ha._ Pretty boy.

_Boy._ Indeed I fear I have offended you:
Pray if I have, enjoyn me any pennance for it:
I have perform'd one duty, and could as willingly
To purge my fault, and shew I suffer with you,
Plead your cause to another.

_Ha._ And I'll take thee
At thy word boy, thou hast a moving language,
That pretty innocent, Copy of _Maria_
Is all I love, I know not how to speak,
Winn her to think well of me, and I will
Reward thee to thy wishes.

_Boy._ I undertake
Nothing for gain, but since you have resolv'd,
To love no other, I'll be faithful to you,
And my prophetick thoughts bid me already
Say I shall prosper.

_Ha._ Thou wert sent to bless me.

_Boy._ Pray give us opportunity.

_Ha._ Be happy. [_Exit._

_Nur._ He's gone.

_Boy._ With your fair leave Mistriss.

_Ma._ Have you [pusinesse] with her pray you

_Boy._ I have a message from a Gentleman,
Please you vouchsafe your ear more private.

_Nur._ You shall have my absence Neece. [_Exit._

_Ma._ Was the sentleman afear'd to declare his matters openly,
here was no bodies was not very honest, if her like not her
errands the petter, was wist to keep her preaths to cool her
porridges, can tell her, that now for aule her private hearings
and tawgings.

_Boy._ You may, if please you, find another language.
And with less pains be understood.

_Ma._ What is her meaning?

_Boy._ Come, pray speak your own English.

_Ma._ Have boyes lost her itts and memories? [plesse] us aule.

_Boy._ I must be plain then, come, I know you are
_Maria_, this thin vail cannot obscure you:
I'll tell the world you live, I have not lost ye,
Since first with grief and shame to be surpriz'd,
A violent trance took away shew of life;
I could discover by what accident
You were convey'd away at midnight, in
Your coffin, could declare the place, and minute,
When you reviv'd, [and] what you have done since as perfectly--