Than fair entreats; look! here's a jewel for thee, A pretty wanton label for thine ear; And I would have it hang there, still to whisper When thou return'st, with praises of thy service, Sus. Even now, sir. Win. Mistress, believe my vow; your severe eye Were 't present to command, your bounteous hand, Were it then by to buy or bribe my service, Shall not make me more near or dear unto him, Sus. Wilt thou? . Now blessings go with thee for 't; courtesies Win. Pray you say plainly, Mistress, are you jealous of him? if you be, Sus. Say'st thou so? I would thou hadst a woman's bosom now; Win. Believe it, mistress, if I find Any loose lubric scapes in him, I 'll watch him, And not the curious eye over his faults. Frank. Prithee take that along with thee.-[Gives his sword to WINNIFREDE.And haste thee To the hill's top; I'll be there instantly. Sus. No haste, I prithee; slowly as thou canst- Pray let him Obey me now; 't is happily' his last Service to me.— My power is e'en a-going out of sight. [Exit WIN, We have no other business now but to part. Methinks it is the hardest piece of work Frank. Fy, fy! why look, I'll make it plain and easy to you-farewell! ~ [Kisses her. Sus. Ah, 'las! I am not half-perfect in it yet; I must have it read o'er a hundred times; Pray you take some pains, I confess my dulness. Frank. What a thorn this rose grows on! Part ing were sweet; But what a trouble 't will be to obtain it! [Aside. Come, again, and again, farewell!-[Kisses her. Yet wilt return? All questions of my journey, my stay, employment, And revisitation, fully I have answered all; 'There's nothing now behind but-nothing. Sus. And that nothing is more hard than any thing; Than all the every things. This requestFrank. What is 't? Sus. That I may bring you through one pasture more Up to yon knot of trees; among those shadows I'll vanish from you, they shall teach me how. ri. e. haply. Frank. Why, 't is granted; come, walk then. They say, slow things have best perfection; The gentle shower wets to fertility, The churlish storm may mischief with his bounty. The baser beast take strength even from the womb; But the lord lion's whelp is feeble long. SCENE III. A Field with a clump of Trees. Enter DOG. [Exeunt. Dog. Now for an early mischief and a sudden ! The mind's about it now; one touch from me Soon sets the body forward. Enter FRANK and SUSAN. Frank. Your request Is out; yet will you leave me? You'll make me stay for ever, Rather than part with such a sound from you. You have no company, and 't is very early; To leave you is the greatest hurt I can suffer: Frank. So! I shall have more trouble.-[The DOG rubs against him.]—Thank you for that:1 Thank you for that,] i. e. for the incidental mention of their parents being stirring; and thus showing him, that he has no time to lose in the execution of his murderous purpose.-GIFFORD. Then, I'll ease all at once.-[Aside.]-T is done now; What I ne'er thought on.-You shall not go back. Sus. Why, shall I go along with thee? sweet music! Frank. No, to a better place. Sus. Any place I; I'm there at home, where thou pleasest to have me. Frank. At home! I'll leave you in your last lodging; I must kill you. Sus. Oh fine! you'd fright me from you. Frank. You see I had no purpose; I'm unarm❜d; 'Tis this minute's decree, and it must be; Look, this will serve your turn. Sus. I'll not turn from it, [Draws a knife. If you be earnest, sir; yet you may tell me, Frank. Because you are a strumpet. Sus. There's one deep wound already: a strumpet! "T was ever further from me than the thought Of this black hour; a strumpet? Frank. Yes, I will prove it, And you shall confess it. You are No wife of mine; the word admits no second. "T is all mine own: your marriage was my theft; For I espoused your dowry, and I have it: I did not purpose to have added murder, The Devil did not prompt me till this minute: Sus. And I deserve it; I'm glad my fate was so intelligent: [Stabs her. 'T was some good spirit's motion. Die? oh, 't was time! How many years might I have slept in sin, The sin of my most hatred, too, adultery! Frank. Nay, sure 't was likely that the most was past; For I meant never to return to you After this parting. Sus. Why then I thank you more; You have done lovingly, leaving yourself A crystal virgin to thee; my soul's purity Frank. Not yet mortal? I would not linger you, Or leave you a tongue to blab. [Stabs her again. Sus. Now Heaven reward you ne'er the worse for me! I did not think that Death had been so sweet, For I'm in charity with all the world. Let me for once be thine example, Heaven; [Dies. Frank. "Tis done: and I am in! once past our height, We scorn the deep'st abyss. This follows now, To heal her wounds, by dressing of the weapon.1 Arms, thighs, hands, any place; we must not fail [Wounds himself. Light scratches, giving such deep ones: the best I can To bind myself to this tree. Now's the storm, Which, if blown o'er, many fair days may follow. [Binds himself to a tree; the Doc ties him behind, and exit. 1 This follows now, To heal her wounds by dressing of the weapon.] The allusion to this silly superstition is vilely out of place, and shows Frank to be (what indeed the whole of his previous conduct confirms) a brutal, unfeeling villain.-GIFFORD. |