Sir Qod. O, how if the devil should prove a knave, and tear
tiie hangings?
Idle, iFoh ! I vearrant you, Sir Godfrey.
Edm, Ay, nuncle, or spit fire upon the cdling ?
Sir Ghd. Very true, too. for 'tis but thin plastered, and 'twill
quickly take hold o' the laths ; and if he chance to spit down-
ward too, he will bum all the boards.
Idle. My life for yours. Sir Godfrey,
Sir Qod, My sist^ is very curious and dainty of this room, I
can tell ^rou ; and therefore if he must needs spit, I pray desire
him to smt in the chimney.
Fye, Why, assure you. Sir (Godfrey, he shall not be brought
up with so uttle manners, to spit and spawl o' the floor.
Sir Qod, WTiy, I thank you, good captain ; pray have a care.
FIdlb and Pyeboabd retire to the upper end of the roonL] Ay,
&11 to your circle ; we'll not trouble you I warrant you. Come,
well into the next room ; and because we'll be sure to keep him
out there, we'll bar up the door with some of the godly's zealous
works.
JEdm. That will be a fine device, nuncle; and because the
^und shall be as hotp^ as the door. Ill tear two or three ros»-
riest in pieces, and strew the pieces about the chamber. ilAgkl-
minff and thunder,] Oh ! the devil ahreadj.
[Sib Godfbey and Edmond run into the adjoining room,
^e, 'Sfoot, captain, speak somewhat for shame: it lightens
and thunders before thou wilt begin. Why, when—
Idle. Pray, peace, George; thou'lt make me laugh anon, and
q[)oil all. [Lightning and thunder.
Fye. O, now it begins again ; now, now, now, captain.
Idle. JRhwnboe ragdayon pur pur colucundrion hois plois.
Sir Qod, [at the door}. O admirable copjurer ! he has fet(died
thunder alr^y.
J^e, Hark, hark !— again captain.
Idle, Benjamino gaapoit hay gosgothoteron umbrois.
Sir Qod. [at the door"], O, I would the devil would come
away quickly ; he has no oonsdence to put a man to such pain.
Fye. Agam.
Idle. mowHe kakopumpos dragone leloomenoe hodge podge,
I*ye, Well said, captain.
* I.e. simple as it is. t Hand. t A rosary is a pair of beads.
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Sir God. [at the door]. So long a-coming P O, would I had
ne'er begun it now ! for I fear me these roaring tempests will
destroy all the fruits of the earth, and tread upon my com—
[thunder] oh— in the country.
Idle, Qogdegog hobgobUn hv.nTc9 hounslow hocJcleyte coomb-
park.
Wid. [at the door]. O brother, brother, what a tempest's in
the garden ! Sure there's some conjuration abroad.
i8*r &od. [at the door], 'Tis at home, sister.
Pye. By-and-by FU step in, captain.
Idle. Nunc nunc rip-gaskins ips drip — dropite —
Sir God. [at the door]. He drips and drops, poor man : alas,
alas!
Pye. Now, I come.
Idle. O — sulphurs sooiface.
Pye. Arch-conjurer, what wbuldest thou with me ?
Sir God. [at the door]. O, the devil, sister, in the dining-
chamber ! Smg, sister : 1 warrant you that will keep him out : —
quickly, quickly, quickly.
Pye. So, so, so; I'll release thee. Enough captain, enough;
allow us some time to laugh a little : They're shuddering and
shaking by this time, as if an earthquake were in their kidneys.
Idle. Sirrah, George, how was't, how was't? Did I do't well
enough ?
Pye, Woult believe me, captain ? better than any conjurer ;
for here was no harm in this, and yet their horrible expectation
satisfied well. You were much benolden to thunder and light-
ning at this time ; it graced you well, I can tell yoxjl.
Idle, I must needs say so, Greorge. Sirrah^ if we cotild have
conveyed hither cleanly a cracker or a fire- wheel, it had been
admirable.
Pye, Blurt, blurt ! there's nothing remains to put thee to pain
now, captain.
Idle, rain ? I protest, George, my heels are sorer than a
Whitsun morris-dancer's.
JVc All's past now; only to reveal that the chain's in the
garden, where thou know'st it has lain these two days.
Idle. But I fear that fox Nicholas has revealed it already.
Pye. Fear not, captain : you must put it to the venture now.
Nay, 'tis time ; call upon them, take pity on them ; for I believe
some of them are in a pitiful case by tnis time.
Idle. Sir Godfrey, Nicholas, kinsman. 'Sfoot they're fast at it
still, George.— Sir Godfrey.
Sir God. [at the door]. O, is that the devil's voice ? How
comes he to know my name ?
Idle. Fear not, Sir Godfrey ; all's quieted.
Enter SiB Godfbet, the "Widow, Fbances, and Nicholas.
Sir God. What, is he laid ?
Idle. Laid ; and has newljr dropped your chain in the gaixlen.
Sir God. In the garden ? in our garden ?
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Idle, Tour garden.
Sir God. O sweet conjurer ! whereabouts there?
Idle. Look well about a bank of rosemary.
Sir Ood. Sister, the rosemary-bank. CJome, come; there's my
chain, he says.
Wid. Oh, happiness ! run, run.
[Exeunt W IDOW, SiB GoDFBET, Feances, and NICHOLAS.
Earn, [at the doorj. Captain Conjurer ?
Idle. Who? Master Edmond?
Edm. Ay, Master Edmond. May I come in safely without
danger, thmk you ?
Idle. Puh, long ago ; it is all as 'twas at first. Fear nothing ,
pray, come near : how now, man ?
Enter Edmoitd.
Edm. O! this room's mightilv hot f faith. 'Slid, mv shirt
sticks to my belly already. What a steam the rogue has left be-
hind him ! Fob ! this room must be air'd, gentlemen ; it smells
horribly of brimstone : lefs open the windows.
Fye. 'Faith, Master Edmond, 'tis but your conceit.
Edm. I would you could make me beheve that, i' faith. Why,
do you think I cannot smell his savour from another ? Yet 1
taJce it kindly from yoiL because you would not put me in a fear,
i' faith. On my troth, I shall love you for this the longest day of
my life.
Idle. Puh, 'tis nothing, Sir ; love me when you see more.
Edm. Mass, now I remember, I'll look whether he has singed
the hannngs, or no.
Fye. Captain, to entertain a Uttle sport till they come, make
him believe you'll charm him invisible. He's apt to admire
anything, you see. Let me alone to give force to it.
Idle. Go ; retire to yonder end- then. .
Edm. I protest you are a rare fellow ; are von not ?
Idle. O Master Edmond, you know but the least part of me
yet. Why now at this instant I could but flourish my wand
thrice o'er your head, and charm you invisible.
Edm. What ! you could not ? make me walk invisible, man !
I should laugh at that i' faith. Troth, I'll requite your kind-
ness, an you'll do't, good Captain Conjurer.
Idle. Nay, I should hardly denv you such a small kindness,
Master Edmond Plus. Why, look you, Sir, 'tis no more but
this, and thus, and again, and now you're invisible.
Edm. Am I i' faith ? Who would think it?
Idle. You see the fortune-teller yonder, at farther end o' the
chamber. Go toward him ; do what you will with him, he shall
ne'er find you.
Edm. Say you so ? I'll try that i' faith. [Jostles him.
Fye. How now, captain ? Who's that jostled me ?
Idle. Jostled you ? 1 saw nobody.
Edm. Ha. ha, ha ! Say 'twas a spirit.
Idle, Shall I ?— May be some spirit that haunts the circle.
[EDMOlf D pulls Pyebqabd by the mose.
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JVtf. O my nose, again ! Pray conjure then, captain.
Edm, Troth, this is excellent : I may do any knavery now,
and never be seen. And now I remember: Sir Godfrey, my
unde abused me fother di»; and told tales of me to my mother.
Troth now I'm invisibly IHl hit him a sound wherret on the ear,
when he comes out o* the garden. I may be revenged on him
now finely.
Enter SiB GaDFBET, the Widow, <md Fbances.
Sir God. I have my chain again ; my chain 's found again. O
sweet captain ! O admirable conjurer I \^J>yLOVJ> strikes him.']
Oh ! wlmt mean you by that, nephew ?
Edm. Nephew? I hope you do not know me, uncle ?
Wid. Why did you strike your uncle. Sir ?
Edm. Why, captain, am I not invisible ?
Idle. A good jest, Gteorge.— Not now you are not, Sir. Why,
did not you see me, when I did uncharm you ?
Edm. Not I, by my troth, captain.— Then pray you pardon
me, unde; I thought rd been invisible when I struck you.
Sir €hcL So, you would do't ? Gto, you're a foolish boy ;
And were I not overcome with greatc^ joy,
Pd make you taste correction.
Edm. Correction! pish. No, neither you nor my mother
shall think to whip me as you have done.
Sir Ghd. Captam, my joy is such, I know not how to thank
you : let me embrace you. O my sweet chain ! gladness e'en
makes me giddy. Bare man ! 'twas just i' the rosemary-bank,
as if one should have laid it there. O cunning, cunning !
Wid. Well, seeing my fortune tells me I must marry, let me
marry a man of wit, a man of parts. Here's a worthy captain,
and 'tis a fine title truly la to be a captain's wife. A captain's
wife ! it goes very finely : beside, all the world knows that a
worthy captain is a fit companion to any lord ; then why not a
sweet Ded-fellow for any lady ? PU have it so.
Enter Fbailtt.
FraU. O mistress — gentlemen ^there's the bravest sight
coming along this way.
Wid. What brave sight?
Ertnl. O, one going to burying, and another going to hanging.
Wid. A rueftdsi^ht.
sleepy potion, and we shall have excellent admiration j for I'll
take upon me the cure of him. (Exeunt.
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SCENE III.— The Street before the Widow's Ebuee,
Enter, from the Mouse, SiB GODFBBT, the "WiDOW. Idle, Pye-
BOABD, Edmond, Frailtt, and NICHOLAS. A Cqffm, with
COBFOSAL Oath in it, brought in. Then enter SktbiosH
bound, and led in by Officers; the Sheriff, Sec attending.
Frail, here they oome, here they come !
Pye. Now must lolose secretly with the soldier ; prevent his
immtience. or else all's discovered.
wid. O lamentahle seeing ! These were those brothers that
fought and bled before our door.
Sir God, What ! they were not, sister ?
Skir. George, look to*t : I'll peach at Tyburn else.
Pye. Mum.— Gentles all, vouchsafe me audience,
And you especially, good Master Sheriflf :
Yon man is bound to execution,
Because he wounded this that now lies ooffin'd.
Sher. True, true ; he shall have the law,— and I know the law.
Pye, But under favour. Master Sheriff, if this man had been
cured and safe again, he should have been released then?
Sher. Why make you question of that. Sir ?
Pve. Then I release him freely ; and will take upon me the
death that he should die, if within a little season I do not cure
him to hisproper health again.
Sher. How, Sir! recover a dead man? That were most
strange of all.
Fran. Sweet Sh*, I love you dearly, and could wish my best
part yours. O do not undertake such an impossible venture !
Pye. Love you me ? Then for your sweet sake 111 do't. Let
me entreat the corpse to be set down.
Sher. Bearers, set down the coffin. This were wonderful, and
worthy Stowe's Chronicle.
Pye. 1 pray bestow the freedom of the air ui>on our whole-
some art. Mass, his cheeks begin to receive natural warmth.
Nay, good corporal^ wake betime, or I shall have a longer sleep
than you. 'Sfoot, if he should prove dead indeed now, lie were
fully revenged upon me for makmg a property of him : yet I had
rather run upon the ropes.* than nave a rope like a tetterf run
upon me ? O, he stirs ! ne stirs again ! look, gentlemen ! he
recovers ! he starts, he rises !
Sher. O, O, defend us ! Out alas !
Pye. Nay, pray be still ; you'll make him more giddy else. He
knows nobody yet.
Oath. Zounds, where am I ? Covered with snow ! I marveL
Pye. Nay, I knew he would swear the first thing he did as
soon as ever he came to his life again.
* Play ropish, i. e. rog^uish tricks, than be hangred.
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Oath. 'Sfooty hostesB, some hot porridgo. O, O ! lay on a
dozen of faggots in the Moon parlour, there.
JPpe. Lady, you must needs take a little pity of him i' faith,
and send him in to your kitchen fire.
Wid, O^ with all my heart, Sir : Nicholas and Frailty, help to
bear him in.
Nich. Bear him in» quoth-a ! Pray, call out the maids ; I
shall ne'er have the heart tb do't, indeed la.
FraU. Nor I neither ; I cannot abide to handle a ghost, of all
men.
Oath. 'Sblood, let me see— where was I drunk last night ?
heh?
Wid. CXshall I bid you once again take him away ?
FraU. Why, we are as fearfiil as you, I warrant you. Oh.
Wid. Away, villains ! bid the maids make him a caudle pre-
sently, to settle his brain, - or a posset of sack ; quickly, quickly.
lHaeuwi FRAILTY and NiGHOLAS, pughiing in the Corporal,
8her. Sir, whatsoe'er you areu I do more than admire you.
Wid. O av, if you knew all. Master Sheriff as you shall do, you
would say then, that here were two of the rarest men within the
walls of Christendom.
Sher. Two of them? O wonderful !—Ofl&cers, I discharge
you ; set him free : all's in tune.
8(r God. Ay, and a banquet ready by this time, Master Sheriff;
to which I most cheerfully invite you, and your late prisoner
there. See you this goodly chain, Sir ? Mum ! no more words ;
'twas lost and is found as[ain. Gome, my inestimable buUies,
well talk of your noble acts m sparkling chamico ;* and instead of
a jester, well have the ghost in the white sheet sit at the upper
end of the tablet
Sher. Excellent, merry man, i' faith !
[Exewnt all hut FRANCES.
Fran. Well, seeing I am enjoin'd to love, and marry.
My foolish vow thus I cashier to air,
which first begot it. Now, Love, play thy part ;
The scholar reads his lecture in my heart [Exit.
ACT V.
SCFNJE I.— The Street hefore <Atf Widow's h^mse,
Fnter Edmonp and Frailty.
Fdm. This is the marriage morning for my mother and my
nster.
M-ail. O me» Master Edmond ! we shall have rare doings.
* liabonwine.
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JSdm. Nay, go, Fnully, run to the iezton ; you know my
mother will be married at Saint Antting^s. Hie thee \ *\ka past
five; bid them open the diuroh-door: my sist^ is almost
ready.
Frail What already. Master Edmond ?
Edm, Nay, go ; hie thee. First run to the sexton, and run to
the clerk ; and then run to Master Figman the parson ; and then
run to the milliner, and then run home again.
Frail, Here's run, run, run,
J^c^m. But hark. Frailty.
Frail. What, more jret ?
Edm, Have the maids remembered to strew the way to the
church ?
Frail. Fob ! an hour ago ; I helped them myself.
Edm, Away, away, away, away then.
Frail, Away, away, away, away then. [ JEW* Fbailtt.
Edm, I shall have a simple fiktner-in-law, a brave captain, able
to beat all our street ; Captain Idle. Now my lady mother will
be fitted for a delicate name ; my lady Idle, my lady Idle ! the
finest name that can be for a woman : and then the scholar.
Master Pyeboard, for my sister Frances, that will be Mistmss
Frances Pyeboard; Mistaress Frances Pyeboard ! theyTl keep a
good toble, I warrant you. Now all the knights noses are put
out of joint ; they may go to a bone-setter's now.
Enter Idlb and Ptbbojjid, wUh AitmdoMU,
Hark, hark ! O, who come here with two torches before them ?
My sweet captam, and my fine scholar. O, how bravely ttiey are
shot up in one night! They look like fine Britons now me-
thhiks. Here's a gallant chuige i' fSedth ! 'Slid, they have hired
men and all, by the dock.
Idle. Master Edmond; kind, honest, dainty Master Edmond.
Edm. Fob, sweet oaptain mther-in-law ! A rare perftmie
i'&ith!
Pye. What, are the brides stirring? May we steal upon them,
thinVst thou. Master Edmond P
Edm, Fob, they're e'en upon readiness, I can assure you; for
they were at their torch e'en now : by the same token I tumbled
down the stairs.
Pye, Alas, poor Master Edmond.
Enter Musidami,
Idle, O. the musicians ! I pr'ythe^ Master |idmond, call
them, and liquor them a little.
Edm, That I will, sweet captain fkther-in-law ; and make each
of them as drunk as a common fiddler. lExeunt.
SCENE II,—The tame.
Enter Mabt mi a Balcony, To her below, Sifi JOHir PSKKTDXTB.
Sir John. Whew ! Mistress Moll, Mistress MolL
Mary, WholithereP
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Sir John. 'Tis I.
Mart/, Who P Sir John Pennydub ? O, you're an early code
i' faith. Who would have thougnt you to be so rare a stirrer ?
Sir John. Pr*ythee. Moll, let me come up.
Ma/ry^ No, by my faith, Sir John ; I'll keep you down ; for you
knights are verv dangerous, if once you get above.
<S?r John. I'll not stay i' faith.
Mary. V faith jou shall stay ; for, Sir John, you must note the
nature of the chmates : your northern wench in her own coun-
try may well hold out till she be fifteen ; but if she touch the
south onc^, and come up to London, here the chimes go pre-
sently after twelve.
Sir John. O, thou'rt a mad wench, Moll: but I pr'ythee make
haste, for the priest is gone before.
• Mary. Do you follow him ; I'll not be long after. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-— A Room in SiE Oliver Muokhill's Eouse.
Enter SiB Olivbb Muckhill, Sib Ain>BEW Tipstaff, and
Skibmish.
Sir Oliv. O monstrous, unheard-of forgery I
Sir And. Knight, I never heard of such villany in our own
country, in my life.
Sir Oliv. Why, *tis impossible. Dare you maintain your
words?
Shir. Dare we? even to their weazon pipes. We know all
their nlots: they cannot squander with us. They haveknav-
ishly abusea us, made only proi)erties of us, to advance themselves
upon our shoulders; but they shall rue their abuses. This
morning they are to be marriea.
Sir Oliv. THs too true. Yet if the widow be not too much
besotted on sleights and forgerie^ the revelation of their villanies
will make them loathsome. And to that end, be it in private to
you, I sent late last night to an honourable personage, to whom
X am much indebted in kindness, as he is to me : ana therefore
presume upon the payment of his tongue, and that he will lay
out ^ood words for me : and to roeak truth, for such needful
occasions, I only preserve him in bond : and sometimes he may
do me more good here in the city by a free word of his mouth,
than if he had paid one half in hand, and took doomsday for
t'other.
Sir And. In troth, Sir, without soothing* be it spoken, you
have published much judgment in these few words.
Sir Oliv, For you know, what such a man utters wiU be
thought effectual and to weighty purpose : and therefore into
his mouth we'll put the approved theme of their forgeries.
Skir. And I'll maintain it^ knight, if you'll be true.
EfUer a Sbbvant.
Sir Oliv. How now, fellow ?
* Flattery.
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Ser. May it please you. Sir, my lord is newly lighted firom his
coach.
Sir Oliv. Is my lord come already P His honour 's early.
You see he loves me well U^ before seven !
Trust me, I have found him mght-capp'd at eleven.
There's good hope yet : oome, I^ relate all to him. [Exeunt.
SCENE IVr—A Street ; a Church appearing.
Enter Idle, Ptbboabd, Sib (Joppbey and Edmond; ike
Widow in a bridal dress ; SlE JOHK Pennydub, MaEY and
FbanCES ; Nicholas, Fbailty, and other Attendants. To
them a KOBLEMAK, SiB OlIYEB MUC£HILL, and SiB ANDBEW
Tipstaff.
Nob. Bf your leave, lady.
Wld. My lord, your honour is most chastely welcome.
Nob. Madam, though I came now from court, I come not to
flatter you. Upon whom can I justly cast this blot, but ui>on
vour own forehead, that know not ink from milk ? such is the
blind besotting in tne state of an unheaded woman thafs a widow.
For it is the property of all you that are widows (a handful ex-
cepted) to hate tnose that honestly and carefully love you, to the
maintenance of credit, state, and posterity ; ana strongly to dote
on those that only love you to undo you. Who regard you least
are best regarded ; who nate you most are best beloved. And ii
there be but one man amongst ten thousand miUions of men,
that is accursed, disastrous, and evilly planeted ; whom Fortune
beats most, whom Qod hates most, and all societies esteem least,
that man is sure to be a husband. Such is the peevish moon
that rules your bloods. An impudent fellow best wooes you, a
flattering Up best wins you ; or m a mirth, who talks roughli^
is most sweetest : nor can you distinguish truth from forgerieeL
mists from simpUcity ; witness those two deceitful monsters, that
you have entertained for bridegrooms.
Wid. Deceitful !
Ppe. All will out.
Idle, 'Sfoot, who has blabb'd, George ? that foolish Nicholas.
Nob. For what they have besotted your easy blood withal, were
nought but forgeries : the fortune-telUng for husbands, the con-
juring for the chain Sir Godfrey heard the falsehood o( i^
nothmg but mere knavery, deceit, and cozenage.
Wid. O wonderful ! indeed I wonder'dthat my husband, with
all his craft, could not keep himself out of purg;atory.
Sir God. And I more wonder'd, that my chain should be gone»
and my tailor had none of it.
Marp. And I wondered most of all, that I should be tied firom
marriage, having such a mind to it. Gome, Sir John Pennydub,
fair weather on our side : The moon has changed since yester-
night.
Py«. The sting of every evil is within me.
Nob. And that you may perceive I feign not with you, behold
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their fellow-actor in those forgeries ; who ftiU of spleen and envy
at their so sudden adyancemeuts, revealed all their plot in anger.
iV«* Base soldier, to reveal us !
Wid. I8*t possible we should be blinded so, and our eyes open ?
JVb J. Widow, will you now believe that false which too soon
you believed true ?
Wid. O. to my shame, I do. /
Sir God, But under favour, my lord, my chain was truly lost,
and strangely found again.
Nob. Besoive him of that, soldier.
Skir. In few words, knight, then thou wert the arch-gull of all.
Sir. God. How, Sir?
Skir. Nay Til prove it : for the chain was but hid in the rose-
mary-bank all tms while; and thou goVst him out of prison to
conjure for it. who did it admirably, mstianly ; for indeed what
needed any other, when he knew wnere it was ?
Sir God. O villany of villanies I But how came my chain
there?
Skir. Where's 2V»^ la, Indeed la, he that will not swear, but
lie ; he that will not steal, but rob ; pure Nicholas Saint-Ant-
lings?
Sir God. villain, one of our society,
Deem'd alwa^ holy^jpure, reli^ous,
A puritan a thief ! When ^ras^ever heard ?
Sooner we'll kill a man, than steal, thou know'st.
Out slave! I'll rend my lion from thy back,*
With mine own hands.
Nich. Dear master !
Nob. Nay, knight, dwell m pacienoe. And now; widow, being
so near the church, 'twere great pity, nay uncharify, to send you
home again without a husbfuid. Draw nearer, you of true wor-
ship, state, and credit; that should not stand so far off from a
widow, and suffer forged shapes to come between you. Not that
in these I blemish the true title of a captain, pr blot the fair
margent of a scholar ; for I honour worthy ana deserving parts
in the one, and cherish fruitful virtues in the other. Come lady,
and you, virgin^ bestow your eyes and ypxa purest affections upon
men of estimation both m court and city, that have long wooed
you, and both with their hearts and wealth sincerely love you.
Sir God, Gk)od sister, do. Sweet Uttle Pranke, these are men
of reputation : you sluill be welcome at court ; a great credit for
a citizen.~Sweet sister.
Nob. Ck)me, her silence does consent to't
Wid. I know not with what face—
Nob. Poh, poh, with your own face: they desire no other.
Wid. Pardon me, worthy Sirs, I and my daughter have
WTong'd your loves.
Sir OUm. 'Tis easily pardon'd, lady, if you vouchsafe it now.
Wid. With all my souL
* I. e. his crest, whioh wm wrought in tlie bock of his servant's
livery
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Fran, And I with all my heart.
Mary. And I, Sir John, with soul, heart, lights, and aU.
Sir John. They are all mine, MolL
Nob. Now, lady:
What honeet spirit, but will applaud your choice.
And gladly furnish }[ou with himd and voice ?
A happy change, which makes even heaven rejoice.
Come, enter into your joys ; you shall not want
Por fathers, now : I doubt it not, believe me,
But that you shall have hands enough to give ye.*
lExetmt omnes.
* L e. those of the Cavooring audience.
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A YOEKSHIEE TEA.GEDY.
"A BOOKS called A Yorkshire Tragedy" was entered by
Thomas Fayier at Stationers' Hall, May 2, 1608, and the play, or
rather interlude, was printed by him in the same year, under the
title of ** A Yorkshire Tragedy, not so new as lamentable and