But infinite behind; all chain'd together:
Your second adulterous marriage leads;

That is the sad eclipse, the effects must follow,
As plagues of shame, spite, scorn, and obloquy.
Frank. Why? hast thou not left one hour's pa-
tience

To add to all the rest? one hour bears us
Beyond the reach of all these enemies:
Are we not now set forward in the flight,
Provided with the dowry of my sin,
To keep us in some other nation?
While we together are, we are at home
In any place.

Win. "T is foul, ill-gotten coin,
Far worse than usury or extortion.
Frank. Let

My father then make the restitution,

Who forced me take the bribe: it is his gift
And patrimony to me: so I receive it.

He would not bless, nor look a father on me,
Until I satisfied his angry will:

When I was sold, I sold myself again

(Some knaves have done 't in lands, and I in body)

For money, and I have the hire. But, sweet, no

more,

"T is hazard of discovery, our discourse:

And then prevention takes off all our hopes:

For only but to take her leave of me,

My wife is coming.

Win. Who coming? your wife!

Frank. No, no; thou art here: the woman-I

knew

Not how to call her now; but after this day

She shall be quite forgot, and have no name
In my remembrance. See, see! she's come.

Enter SUSAN.

Go lead

The horses to th' hill's top; there I'll meet thee.

Sus. Nay, with your favour, let him stay a little; I would part with him too, because he is

Your sole companion; and I'll begin with him,
Reserving you the last.

Frank. Ay, with all my heart.

Sus. You may hear, if it please you, sir.
Frank. No, 't is not fit:

Some rudiments, I conceive, they must be,
To overlook my slippery footings: and so-
Sus. No, indeed, sir.

Frank. Tush, I know it must be so.

And it is necessary: on! but be brief.

[Walks forward. Win. What charge soe'er you lay upon me, mistress,

I shall support it faithfully (being honest)

To my best strength.

Sus. Believe 't shall be no other.

I know you were commended to my husband

By a noble knight.

Win. Oh gods!-oh, mine eyes!

Sus. How now? what ail'st thou, lad?

Win. Something hit mine eye (it makes it water still),

Even as you said "commended to my husband."
Some dor I think it was.-I was, forsooth,
Commended to him by Sir Arthur Clarington.

Sus. Whose servant once my Thorney was himself. That title, methinks, should make you almost fel

lows;

Or at the least much more than a mere servant;
And I am sure

respect you so.

Your love to him then needs no spur for me,
And what for my sake you will ever do,
"T is fit it should be bought with something more

1 Some dor I think it was.] The cockchafer, or beetle. "What should I care what every dor doth buzz In credulous ears ?"--Cynthia's Revels.

GIFFORD.

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
These words to thee, Thou hast my jewel with thee.
It is but earnest of a larger bounty,

When thou return'st, with praises of thy service,
Which I am confident thou wilt deserve.
Why, thou art many now besides thyself:
Thou mayst be servant, friend, and wife to him;
A good wife is them all. A friend can play
The wife and servant's part, and shift enough;
No less the servant can the friend and wife:
"T is all but sweet society, good counsel,
Interchang'd loves; yes, and counsel-keeping.
Frank. Not done yet?

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, Than I shall voluntary. I'll be all your charge, Servant, friend, wife to him.

Sus. Wilt thou?

Now blessings go with thee for 't; courtesies
Shall meet thee coming home.

Win. Pray you say plainly,

Mistress, are you jealous of him? if you be,
I'll look to him that way too.

Sus. Say'st thou so?

I would thou hadst a woman's bosom now;
We have weak thoughts within us. Alas!
There's nothing so strong in us as suspicion;
But I dare not, nay, I will not think
So hardly of my Thorney.

Win. Believe it, mistress, if I find

Any loose lubric scapes in him, I 'll watch him,
And, at my return, protest I'll show you all :
He shall hardly offend without my knowledge.
Sus. Thine own diligence is that I press,

And not the curious eye over his faults.
Farewell! if I should never see thee more,
Take it for ever.

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.
Frank. Why would you delay?

-

[Exit WIN.

We have no other business now but to part.
Sus. And will not that, sweetheart, ask a long
time?

Methinks it is the hardest piece of work
That e'er I took in hand.

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! PartXing 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.

1 i. e. haply.

Frank. Why, 't is granted; come, walk then.
Sus. Nay, not too fast;

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. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

A Field with a clump of Trees.

Enter DOG.

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 ?
Sus. What! so churlishly!

You'll make me stay for ever,

Rather than part with such a sound from you.
Frank. Why, you almost anger me.-'Pray you
begone.

You have no company, and 't is very early;
Some hurt may betide you homewards.

Sus. Tush! I fear none:

To leave you is the greatest hurt I can suffer:
Besides, I expect your father and mine own,
To meet me back, or overtake me with you;
They began to stir when I came after you:
I know they'll not be long.

Frank. So! I shall have more trouble.-[The Doo rubs against him.]-Thank you for that:1

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.