Frankford. How do you, woman? Mrs. Anne. Well, Mr. Frankford, well; but shall be better, I hope, within this hour. Will you vouchsafe (Out of your grace, and your humanity) To take a spotted strumpet by the hand? Frankford. This hand once held my heart in faster bonds Than now 'tis grip'd by me. That made us first break hold. Mrs. Anne. Amen, amen. God pardon thein Out of my zeal to heaven, whither I'm now bound, And once more beg your pardon. Oh! (good man,) Pardon, O pardon me: my fault so heinous is, I pardon thee. I will shed tears for thee; Pray with thee; and, in mere pity of thy weak estate, I'll wish to die with thee. All. So do we all. Nicholas. So will not I; I'll sigh and sob, but, by my faith, not die. Sir Francis. O Mr. Frankford, all the near alliance I lose by her, shall be supply'd in thee: You are my brother by the nearest way; Her kindred hath fall'n off, but your's doth stay. Sir Charles. Then comfort, Mistress Frankford, You see your husband hath forgiven your fall; Sir Francis. How d' ye feel yourself? Mrs. Anne. Not of this world. Frankford. I see you are not, and I weep to see it. My wife, the mother to my pretty babes! Both those lost names I do restore thee back, And with this kiss I wed thee once again: Tho' thou art wounded in thy honour'd name, And with that grief upon thy death-bed liest, Honest in heart, upon my soul, thou diest. Mrs. Anne. Pardon'd on earth, soul, thou in heaven art free Once more: thy wife dies thus embracing thee. [Dies. Frankford. New married, and new widow'd. Oh! she's dead, And a cold grave must be her nuptial bed. Sir Charles. Sir, be of good comfort; and your heavy sorrow Part equally amongst us: storms divided, Abate their force, and with less rage are guided. Cranwell. Do, Master Frankford: he that hath least part, Will find enough to drown one troubled heart. gentlemen, Brothers, and (All we that can plead interest in her grief) Bestow upon her body funeral tears. Brother, had you with threats and usage bad Punish'd her sin, the grief of her offence Had not with such true sorrow touch'd her heart. Which on her marble tomb shall be engrav'd. Here lies she whom her husband's kindness kill'd. VOL. VII. EPILOGUE. An honest crew, disposed to be merry, Taste it, quoth one: he did so; fie! (quoth he) Another sipp'd, to give the wine his due, Thus, gentlemen, you see, how in one hour, The wine was new, old, flat, sharp, sweet, and sour. Unto this wine we do allude our play ; Which some will judge too trivial, some too grave: Excuse us then: good wine may be disgrac'd, EDITION. A Woman Kilde with Kindnesse: As it hath beene oftentimes acted by the Queenes Majest. Servants. Written by Tho. Heywood. The Third Edition *. London: Printed by Isaac laggard, 1617. 4to. * A copy of this play, dated 1607, we are informed, was inserted by Mr. Evans in one of his catalogues of 1824 for sale : of course this rarity would have occasioned a strong competition, but previous to the auction it was found that the play had disappeared from the shelves. The earliest notice of the Woman Kill'd with Kindness, is to be found in the often quoted MSS. of Henslowe, under date of Feb. 1602-3. |