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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
Win. Who coming ? your wife!
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.
Frank. No, 'tis not fit:
. 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,
Sus. Believe't shall be no other.
Win. Oh gods!-oh, mine eyes!
water still,) Even as you said “ commended to my hus
band.”_ Some dor, I think it was.'—I was, forsooth, Commended to him by Sir Arthur Clarington. Sus. Whose servant once my Thorney was him ,
s Some dor I think it was.] The cockchafer, or beetle.
“What should I care what every dor doth buz
In credulous ears?"-Cynthia's Revels. And see vol. ii. p. 280.
That title, methinks, should make you almost fel
lows; Or at the least much more than a (mere] servant; And I am sure he will respect you so. Your love to him then needs no spur for me, And what for my sake you will ever do, 'Tis fit it should be bought with something more 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
Frank. Not done yet?
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 dear or near unto him,
Than I shall voluntary. I'll be all your charge,
Sus. Wilt thou ?
Win. Pray you say plainly,
Sus. Say'st thou so ?
Win. Believe it, mistress,
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
[Exit Win. Pray let him
Obey me now; 'tis happily his last
Frank. Why would you delay ?
Frank. Fie, fie! why look,
ing were sweet; But what a trouble 'twill 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
Frank. What is't?
Up to yon knot of trees; amongst those shadows I'll vanish from you, they shall teach me how.