Mont. You shall then Pet. I'll do it, as I am a Virgin : Lie it within mortality, I'll do it. Pet. I will: that which appears in you Pet. What, soldier, what? Mont. love noble Valladaura; -- And at his soonest appointment marry him. Pet. Then I am lost. Miracle of Beauty. I remember *, There lived a Spanish Princess of our name, A proud Spanish Princess relates this. THE ROYAL KING AND THE LOYAL SUBJECT. THOMAS HEYWOOD. Noble Traitor. A Persian History I read of late, how the great Sophy once In comes by chance an Eagle sousing by: Which when the Hawk espies, leaves her first game, Long tugg'd they in the air, till at the length BY' A WOMAN KILL'D WITH KINDNESS: A TRAGEDY. BY THOMAS HEYWOOD. Mr. Frankford discovers that his Wife has been unfaithful to him. Mrs. Fra. O by what words, what title, or what name Shall I entreat your pardon? Pardon! oh! I am as far from hoping such sweet grace, Fran. Spare thou thy tears, for I will weep for thee, For I am most asham'd; and 'tis more hard For me to look upon thy guilty face, Than on the sun's clear brow: what wouldst thou speak? When do you spurn me like a dog? when tread me Tho' I deserve a thousand thousand fold More than you can inflict: yet, once my husband, I am not worthy that I should prevail In the least suit; no, not to speak to you, Fran. My God, with patience arm me! rise, nay rise, Was it for want And I'll debate with thee. Thou plaid'st the strumpet? Was't thou not supply'd Mrs. Fra. I was. Fran. Was it then disability in me? Or in thine eye seem'd he a properer man? Fran. Did not I lodge thee in my bosom? Mrs. Fra. You did. Fran. I did indeed, witness my tears I did. Mrs. Fra. In this one life I die ten thousand deaths. Fran. Stand up, stand up, I will do nothing rashly. I will retire awhile into my study, And thou shalt hear thy sentence presently. [Exit. He returns with CRANWELL his friend. She falls on her knees. Fran. My words are register'd in heaven already. With patience hear me. I'll not martyr thee, Nor mark thee for a strumpet; but with usage Of more humility torment thy soul, And kill thee even with kindness. Cran. Mr. Frankford. Fran. Good mr. Cranwel.-Woman, hear thy judgment; Go make thee ready in thy best attire ; Take with thee all thy gowns, all thy apparel: I Chuse thee a bed and hangings for thy chamber; My tenants by shall furnish thee with wains Το carry all thy stuff within two hours; No longer will I limit thee my sight. Chuse which of all my servants thou lik'st best, And they are thine to attend thee. Mrs. Fra. A mild sentence. Fran. But as thou hop'st for heaven, as thou believ'st Thy name's recorded in the book of life, I charge thee never after this sad day Mrs. Fra. How full my heart is, in mine eyes appears: What wants in words, I will supply in tears. Fran. Come, take your coach, your stuff; all must along: Servants and all make ready, all be gone. It was thy hand cut two hearts out of one. |