Sir C. Ha! Acton! Oh, me, more distress'd in this Than all my troubles. Hale me back, More deep, more dark, more cold, more comfortless. By Acton freed! Not all thy manacles Hath thrall'd my heart; and it must now lie bound In more strict prison than thy stony jail. fees: As we get little, we will nothing leese. [Exit. Sir C. By Acton freed! My dangerous opposite!1 Why, to what end? or what occasion? Ha! And with indifference balance this high favour: ha! Susan. His love to me: upon my soul, 'tis so. That is the root from whence these strange things grow. [Aside. Sir C. Had this proceeded from my father, he That by the law of nature is most bound In offices of love, it had deserv'd My best employment to requite that grace. Proceeds in Acton: I will tell you, brother. Sir C. I have enough, though poor: my heart is set, In one rich gift to pay back all my debt. [Exeunt. Enter FRANKFORD and NICHOLAS, with keys and a letter in his hand. Frank. This is the night that I must play the touch To try two seeming angels. Where's my keys? Nich. They are made according to your mould in wax: I bade the smith be secret, gave him money, Frank. True, take it, there it is; And when thou seest me in my pleasant'st vein, Ready to sit to supper, bring it me. Nich. I'll do't; make no more question, but I'll do it. [Exit. Enter Mrs. FRANKFORD, CRANWELL, WENDOLL, and JENKIN. Mrs. A. Sirrah, 'tis six o'clock already struck; Go bid them spread the cloth, and serve in supper. Jen. It shall be done, forsooth. Mistress, where's Spiggot, the butler, to give us our salt and trenchers? Wen. We that have been a hunting all the day, 1 opposite-enemy.-COLLIER. Come with prepared stomachs.-Master Frankford, We wish'd you at our sport. Frank. My heart was with you, and my mind was on you.—— Fie! Master Cranwell, you are still thus sad.- 'Tis supper time at least an hour ago. Wen. I know none good. Frank. But I know too much bad. Enter Butler and JENKIN, with a tablecloth, bread, trenchers, and salt; then exeunt. Cran. Methinks, sir, you might have that in terest In your wife's brother, to be more remiss Frank. Did not more weighty business of mine own Hold me away, I would have labour'd peace Betwixt them, with all care, indeed I would, sir. Mrs. A. I'll write unto my brother earnestly In that behalf. Wen. A charitable deed; And will beget the good opinion Of all your friends that love you, Mrs. Frankford. Frank. That's you, for one: I know you love Sir Charles, And my wife too well. Wen. He deserves the love. Of all true gentlemen; be yourselves judge. Frank. But supper, ho!-Now, as thou lov'st me, Wendoll, Which I am sure thou dost, be merry, pleasant, Nich. Here's a letter, sir. answer, And, as he tells me, it is sent from York. Frank. Have him into the cellar, let him taste A cup of our March beer: go, make him drink. Nich. I'll make him drunk, if he be a Trojan. Frank. My boots and spurs! where's Jenkin? God forgive me, How I neglect my business.-Wife, look here; Mrs. A. I hope your business craves no such despatch, That you must ride to-night. Wen. I hope it doth. Frank. God's me! No such despatch? Jenkin, my boots! where's Nick? Saddle my Frank. Bring forth my gelding.-As you love me, sir, Use no more words: a hand, good Master Cranwell. Cran. Sir, God be your speed. Frank. Good night, sweet Nan; nay, nay, a kiss, and part. Dissembling lips, you suit not with my heart. [Aside and exit. Wen. How business, time, and hours, all gracious prove, And are the furtherers of my new-born love! But in your private chamber, Mistress Frankford. Mrs. A. Oh, sir! you are too public in your love, And Master Frankford's wife. Cran. Might I crave favour, I would entreat you I might see my chamber. Wen. Light there, ho! See you want nothing, sir, for if you do, To make our bosom sweet, and full entire! [Exil. Mrs. A. Oh! what a clog unto the soul is sin! Despite report, base scandals do outface, Wen. Fie, fie! you talk too like a puritan. I have done I know not what. Well, you plead Sis. Good words, Jenkin, lest you be called to answer them. Jen. Why, God make my mistress an honest! woman! are not these good words? Pray God my new master play not the knave with my old master! is there any hurt in this? God send no villany intended; and if they do sup together, pray God they do not lie together. God make my mistress chaste, and make us all his servants: what harm is there in all this? Nay, more; here is my hand, thou shalt never have my heart, unless thou say, Amen. Sis. Amen, I pray God, I say. Enter Serving-men. Serving-man. My mistress sends that you should make less noise; so lock up the doors. and see the household all got to bed. You Jenkin, for this night are made the porter, to see the gates shut in. Jen. Thus, by little and little, I creep into office. Come, to kennel, my masters, to kennel: 'tis eleven o'clock already. Serving-man. When you have locked the gates in, you must send up the keys to my mistress Sis. Quickly, for God's sake, Jenkin, for I must carry them. I am neither pillow nor bolster, but I know more than both. Jen. To bed, good Spiggot: to bed, good honest serving creatures; and let us sleep as 1 snug as pigs in peas-straw. [Exeunt. Enter FRANKFORD and NICHOLAS. Frank. Soft, soft! we have tied our geldings to a tree, two flight shot off, lest by their thundering hoofs they blab our coming Hear'st thou no noise? Nich. I hear nothing but the owl and you. Frank. So; now my watch's hand points upon twelve, And it is just midnight. Where are my keys? Frank. This is the key that opes my outward Nich. 'Sblood! sir, she swoons. Lend me such patience to digest my grief, [Exit. Nich. Here's a circumstance! a man may be made a cuckold in the time he's about it. And the case were mine, As 'tis my master's ('sblood! that he makes me I would have placed his action, enter'd there; Re-enter FRankford. Frank. Oh! oh! Nich. Master, 'sblood! Master, master But that I would not damn two precious souls, laden With all their scarlet sins upon their backs, Unto a fearful judgment, their two lives Had met upon my rapier. Frank. Spare thou thy tears, for I will weep for thee; And keep thy countenance, for I'll blush for thee. Now, I protest, I think 'tis I am tainted, Than on the sun's clear brow. What wouldst Mrs. A. I would I had no tongue, no ears, no eyes, No apprehension, no capacity. When do you spurn me like a dog? When Under feet? When drag me by the hair? Nich. 'Sblood! Master, what, have ye left Perfect and undeformed to my tomb. them sleeping still? Let me go wake 'em. Frank. Stay, let me pause awhile. O God! O God! that it were possible To undo things done; to call back yesterday; Could, rising from the west, draw his couch Take from th' account of time so many minutes, As spotless as an angel in my arms! patience, For I will in, and wake them. Nich. Here's patience, perforce: God give me [Exit. He needs must trot afoot that tires his horse. Enter WENDOLL, running over the stage in a night-gown, FRANKFORD after him with a sword drawn: the maid in her smock stays his hand, and clasps hold on him. He pauses for awhile. Frank. I thank thee, maid; thou, like the Hath stay'd me from a bloody sacrifice.- Lay them together, weigh them equally, Mrs. A. Oh, by what word, what title, or what name, Shall I entreat your pardon? Pardon! Oh! I am not worthy that I should prevail Frank. My God, with patience arm me!-Rise, And I'll debate with thee. Was it for want With every pleasure, fashion, and new toy; Oh, Nan! oh, Nan! If neither fear of shame, regard of honour, On whose white brows thy shame is character'd, 1 cast beyond the moon-a proverbial phrase for at- Nay, to wipe but this scandal out, I would tempting impossibilities.-NARES. hazard Then, unto him that freed me from that prison, And shall he not enjoy it? Shall the weight And will not you bear part? You did partake Susan. But that I know These arguments come from an honour'd mind, So Charles will have me, and I am content. To save mine honour, shall slice out my life. More in thy resolution than thy grant.-- Rather than stain her blood, her life to lose. Enter Sir FRANCIS ACTON and MALBY. Susan. Before his unchaste thoughts shall seize on me, Tis here shall my imprison'd soul set free. Sir F. How! Mountford with his sister, hand in hand! What miracle's afoot? Mal. It is a sight Begets in me much admiration. Sir C. Stand not amaz'd to see me thus at- Acton, I owe thee money; and, being unable her. Sir F. I would he were in earnest. Susan. Impute it not to my immodesty. My brother, being rich in nothing else But in his interest that he hath in me, According to his poverty hath brought you Me, all his store; whom, howsoe'er you prize, As forfeit to your hand, he values highly, And would not sell, but to acquit your debt, For any emperor's ransom. Sir F. Stern heart, relent, Thy former cruelty at length repent. Wus ever known, in any former age, Such honourable, wrested courtesy? Lands, honours, life, and all the world forego, Rather than stand engag'd to such a foe. Sir C. Acton, she is too poor to be thy bride, And I too much oppos'd to be thy brother. There, take her to thee; if thou hast the heart To seize her as a rape, or lustful prey; To blur our house, that never yet was stain'd; To murder her that never meant thee harm; To kill me now, whom once thou sav'dst from death; Do them at once on her: all these rely Sir F. You overcome me in your love, Sir I cannot be so cruel to a lady I love so dearly. Since you have not spar'd And learn to love, where I till now did hate. Sir C. With that enchantment you have charm'd my soul, And made me rich even in those very words: Sir F. All's mine is yours; we are alike in state; Let's knit in love what was oppos'd in hate. Come, for our nuptials we will straight provide, Blest only in our brother and fair bride. [Exeunt. Enter CRANWELL, FRANKFORD, and NICHOLAS. Cran. Why do you search each room about your house, Now that you have despatch'd your wife away? I would not have a bodkin or a cuff, Nich. 'Sblood! master, here's her lute flung in |