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A woman kilde with kindnesse. Written by Tho. Heywood
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Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
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1607
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STC 13371; ESTC S118314
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More then you can inflict yet once my husband For womanhood to which I am ashamd Though once an ornament euen for his sake That hath redeemd our soules marke not my face Nor hacke me with your sword but let me go Perfect and vndeformed to my tomb I am not worthy that I should preuaile In the least sute no not to speake to you Nor looke on you nor to be in your presence Yet as an abiect this one sute I craue This granted I am ready for my graue Frank. My God with patience arme me rise nay rise And I le debate with thee Was it for want Thou plaiedst the strumpet Wast thou not supplied With euery pleasure fashion and new toy Nay euen beyond my calling Anne I was Frank. Was it then dissability in me Or in thine eie seemd he a properer man Anne Oh no Frank. Did I not lodge thee in thy bosome weare thee Here in my hart Anne You did Frank. I did indeed witnes my teares I did Go bring my infants hether oh Nan oh Nan If either feare of shame regard of honor The blemish of my house not my deere loue could haue withheld thee from so lewd a fact Yet for these infants these young harmeles soules On whose white browes thy shame is characterd And growes in greatnes as they wax in yeares Looke but on them and melt away in teares Away with them least as her spotted body Hath staind their names with stripe of bastardy So her adultrous breath may blast their spirits With her infectious thoughts away with them An. In this one life I die ten thousand deaths Frank. Stand vp stand vp I will do nothing rashly I wil retire a while into my study And thou shalt heare thy sentence presently Exit Anne T is welcome be it death oh me base strumpet That hauing such a husband such sweete children Must inioy neither oh to redeeme my honor I would haue this hand cut off these my breasts seard Be rackt strappadode put to any torment Nay to whip but this scandall out I would hazzard The rich and deere redemption of my soule He cannot be so base as to forgiue me Nor I so shamelesse to accept his pardon Oh women women you that haue yet kept Your holy matrimoniall vow vnstaind Make me your instance when you tread awry Your sins like mine will on your conscience lye Enter Sissily Spiggot all the Seruingmen and Ienkin as newly come out of bed All Oh mistris mistris what haue you done mistris Nick Sbloud what a Caterwauling keepe you here Ienkin. O Lord mistris how comes this to passe my maister is run away in his shirt and neuer so much as cald mee to bring his cloathes after him Anne See what guilt is here stand I in this place Ashamd to looke my seruants in the face Enter maister Frankeford and Cranwell whom seeing she fals on her knees Franke. My wordes are registred in heauen already With patience hear me I le not martyr thee Nor marke thee for a strumpet but with vsage Of more humility torment thy soule And kill thee euen with kindnesse Cran. Maister Frankford Frank. Good maister Cranwell woman heare thy iudgment Goe make thee ready in thy best attire Take with thee all thy gownes all thy apparrell Leaue nothing that did euer call thee mistris Or by whose sight being left here in the house I may remember such a woman by Chuse thee a bed and hangings for a Chamber Take with thee euery thing that hath thy marke And get thee to my Mannor seuen mile off Where liue t is thine I freely giue it thee My Tennants by shall furnish thee with waynes To carry all thy fluffe within two houres No longer will I limit thee my sight Chuse which of all my seruants thou likest best And they are thine to attend thee Anne A milde sentence Frank. But as thou hopst for heauen as thou beleeust thy names recorded in the booke of life I chardge thee neuer after this sad daie To see me or to meete me or to send By word or writing guift or otherwise To moue me by thy selfe or by thy friends Nor challenge any part in my two children So farewell Nan for we will henceforth be As we had neuer seene nere more shall see Anne How full my hart is in my eyes appears What wants in words I will supply in teares Frank. Come take your Coach your stuffe all must along Seruants and all make ready all be gone It was thy hand cut two harts out of one Enter Sir Charles gentlemanlike and his Sister gentlewoman like Susan Brother why haue you trict me like a bride Bought me this gay attire these ornaments forget you our estate our pouerty Charles Call me not brother but imagine me Some barbarous Outlaw or vnciuil Kerne For if thou shutst thy eye and onely hearst The words that I shall vtter thou shalt iudge me Some staring Ruffin not thy brother Charles Oh Susan Susan Oh brother what doth this strange language meane Charles Dost loue me sister Wouldst thou see me liue A bankrupt begger in the worlds disgrace And die indebted to my enemies Wouldst thou behold me stand like a huge Beame In the worldes eye a by-word and a scorne It lies in thee of these to acquit me free And all my debt I may outstrip by thee Susan By me why I haue nothing nothing left I owe euen for the clothes vpon my backe I am not worth c. Charles Oh sister say not so It lies in you my downe-cast state to raise To make me stand on euen pointes with the world Come Sister you are rich Indeede you are And in your power you haue without delaie Actons fiue hundred pound backe to repaie Susan Till now I had thought you loud me by mine honor Which I had kept as spotlesse as the Moone I nere was mistris of that single doite Which I reserud not to supply your wants And do you think that I would hoord from you Now by my hopes in heauen knew I the meanes To buy you from the slauery of your debts Especially from Acton whom I hate I would redeeme it with my life or bloud Charles I challenge it and kindred set apert Thus Russian like I lay siedge to your hart What do I ow to Acton Susan Why some fiue hundred pounds toward which I swear In all the world I haue not one deneare Charles It will not proue so sister now resolue me What do you thinke and speake your conscience Would Acton giue might he enioy your bed Susan He would not shrinke to spend a thousand pound To giue the Mountfords name so deep a wound Charles A thousand pound I but fiue hundred owe Grant him your bed hee l paid with interest so Susan Oh brother Charles O sister onely this one way With that rich Iewell you my debts may pay In speaking this my cold hart shakes with shame Nor do I wooe you in a Brothers name But