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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

'Tis 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

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, 'tis 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,

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 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

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 may st 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 :
'Tis 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 dear or near 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 fort! 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,
I'll be no pandar to him; and if I find
Any loose lubrick scapes in bim, I'll watch him,
And at my return, protest I'll show you all :
He shall bardly 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

[Exit Win. Pray let him

Obey me now; 'tis happily his last
Service to me.-
My power is e'en a-going out of sight.

Frank. Why would you delay ?
We have no other business now but to part.
Sus. And will not that, sweet-heart, ask a long

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

Frank. Fie, fie! 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 an hundred tinies:
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 '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

Than all the every things. This request-

Frank. What is't?
Sus. That I may bring you through one pasture


Up to yon knot of trees; amongst those shadows I'll vanish from you, they shall teach me how.

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