Thou shalt not weepe so much for I wil stay In spight of dangers teeth I le liue with thee Or I le not liue at al I wil not sel My Country and my fathers patrimony No thy sweet sight for a vaine hope of life Enter Shrieffe with Officers Shrief. Sir Charles I am made the vnwilling instrument Of your attach and apprehension I am sorrie that the blood of innocent men should be of you exacted It was told me That you were garded with a trope of friends And therefore I come armd Char. O maister Shriefe I came into the field with man friends But see they al haue left me onely one Clings to my sad misfortune my deere sister I know you for an honest Gentleman I yeeld my weapons and submit to you Conuey me where you please Shrief. To prison then To answere for the liues of these dead men Iane Oh God oh God Char. Sweet sister euery straine Of sorrow from your hart augments my paine your griefe abounds and hits against my brest Shrief. Sir will you go Char. Euen where it likes you best Enter Maister Franckeford in a studdie Frank. How happy am I amongst other men That in my meane estate embrace content I am a Gentleman and by my birth Companion with a King a Kings no more I am possest of many faire reuenewes Sufficient to maintaine a Gentleman Touching my mind I am studdied in al Arts The riches of my thoughts and of my time Haue bin a good proficient but the chiefe Of al the sweet felicities on earth I haue a faire a chast and louing wife Perfection al al truth al ornament If man on earth may truely happy be Of these at once possest sure I am he Enter Nicholas Nicho. Sir there 's a Gent. attends without to speak with you Franck. On horsebacke Nick I on horsebacke Franck. Intreat him to alight I will attend him Knowest thou him Nicke Nick I know him his names Wendoll It seemes he comes in hast his horse is booted Vp to the flanke in mire himselfe al spotted And staind with plashing sure he rid in feare Or for a wager horse and man both sweat I nere saw two in such a smoaking heat Franck. Intreat him in About it instantly This Wendoll I haue noted and his carriadge Hath pleasd me much by obseruation I haue noted many good deserts in him Hee s affable and seene in many things Discourses well a good companion And though of smal meanes yet a Gentleman Of a good house somewhat prest by want I haue preferd him to a second place In my opinion and my best regard Enter Wendoll Maister Franckeford and Nicke Anne O maister Franckeford maister Wendoll here Brings you the strangest newes that ere you heard Frank. What newes sweet wife what newes good M. Wendol Wend. you knew the match made twixt Sir Francis Acton and Sir Charles Mountford Franck. True with their Hounds and Hawkes Wend. The matches were both plaid Franck. Ha and which won Wend. Sir Francis your wiues brother had the worst And lost the wager Franck. Why the worse his chance Perhaps the fortune of some other day Wil change his lucke Anne Oh but you heare not all Sir Francis lost and yet was loth to yeeld In briefe the two Knights grew to difference From words to blowes and so to banding sides Where valourous Sir Charles slew in his spleene Two of your Brothers men his Faulkener And his good Huntsman whom he lou'd so wel More men were wounded no more slaine out right Franck. Now trust me I am sory for the knight But is my brother safe Wendol Al whole and sound His body not being blemisht with one wound But poore Sir Charles is to the prison led To answere at th assize for them that 's dead Frank. I thanke your paines sir had the news bin better your wil was to haue brought it maister Wendol Sir Charles will find hard friends his case is heinous And wil be most seuerely censurd on I am sorry for him Sir a word with you I know you sir to be a gentleman In al things your possibilities but meane Please you to vse my table and my purse They are yours Wend. O Lord sir I shal neuer deserue it Frank. Oh sir disparadge not your worth too much you are ful of quality and faire desert Chuse of my men which shal attend on you And he is yours I wil allow you sir your man your gelding and your table Al at my owne charge be my companion Wen. M. Frankeford I haue oft bin bound to you By many fauors this exceeds them all That I shal neuer merit your least fauour But when your last remembrance I forget Heauen at my soule exact that weighty debt Franck. There needs no protestation for I know you Vertuous and therefore grateful prethy Nan vse him with al thy louingst curtesie Anne As far as modesty may wel extend It is my duty to receiue your friend Frank. To dinner come sir from this present day Welcome to me for euer come away Nick I do nor like this fellow by no meanes I neuer see him but my hart stil earnes Zounds I could fight with him yet know not why The Deuil and he are alone in my eie Enter Ienkin Ienk. O Nick what Gent. is that comes to lie at our house my maister allowes him one to waite on him and I beleeue it wil fal to thy lot Nick I loue my Maister by these hilts I do But rather then I le euer come to serue him I le turne away my maister Enter Sisly Sisly Nichlas where are you Nicklas you must come in Nicklas and helpe the young Gentleman off with his boots Nick If I plucke off his boots I le eat the spurs And they shal sticke fast in my throat like burs Exit Sisly Then Ienkin come you Ienk. T is no boot for me to deny it my Maist hath giuen me a coat here but he takes paines himselfe to brush it once or twice a day with a holly-wand Sisly Come come make hast that you may wash your hands againe and helpe to serue in dinner Ienk. You may see my maisters though it be afternoone with you t is but earlie daies with vs for we haue not dind yet stay but a little I le but goe in and helpe to bear vppe the first course and come to you againe presently Exit Enter Malby and Cranwell Mal. This is the Sessions day pray can you tell me How young Sir Charles hath sped Is he acquit Or must he try the Lawes strict penalty Cran. Hee s cleard of al spight of his enemies Whose earnest labors was to take his life But in this sute of pardon he hath spent Al the reuenewes that his father left him And he is now turnd a plaine Country-man Reformd in al things see sir heere he comes Enter Sir Francis and his keeper Keep Discharge your fees and you are then at freedome Char, Heere maister keeper take
tongue To this base key I do beseech you vncle For the names sake for Christianity Nay for Gods sake to pitty his distresse He is denied the freedome of the prison And in the hole is laid with men condemnd Plenty he hath of nothing but of yrons And it remaines in you to free him thence Mount Money I cannot spare men should take heed He lost my kindred when he fell to need Exit Susan Gold is but earth thou earth inough shalt haue When thou hast once tooke measure of thy graue You know me maister Sandy and my sute San. I knew you Lady when the old man liud I knew you ere your brother sold his land Then you were mistris Sue trickt vp in Iewels Than you sung well plaid sweetly on the flute But now I neither know you nor your sute Su. You maister Roder was my brothers tennant Rent free he placst you in that wealthy farme Of which you are possest Roder True he did And haue I not there dwelt still for his sake I haue some busines now but without doubt They that haue hurld him in wil helpe him out Exit Susan Cold comfort stil what say you chosen Tydy Tydy I say this comes of roysting swaggring Call me not Cosen each man for himselfe Some men are borne to myrth and some to sorrow I am no Cosen vnto them that borrow Exit Susan Oh charity why art thou fled to heauen And left al things on this earth vneuen Their scoffing answeres I wll nere returne But to my selfe his griefe in silence mourne Enter Sir Francis and Malby Fran. She is poore I le therefore tempt her with this gold Go Malby in my name deliuer it And I wil stay thy answere Mal. Faire mistris as I vnderstand your griefe Doth grow from want so I haue here in store A meanes to furnish you a bag of gold Which to your hands I freely tender you Susan I thanke you Heauens I thanke you gentle sir God make me able to requite this fauor Mal. This Gold Sir Francis Acton sends by me And prayes you c. Susan Acton oh God that name I am borne to cursse Hence Bawd hence Broker see I spurne his gold My honor neuer shal for gaine be sold Fran. Stay Lady stay Susan From you I le posting hie Euen as the Doues from feathered Eagles flie Fran. She hates my name my face how should I wo I am disgracst in euery thing I do The more she hates me and disdaines my loue The more I am wrapt in admiration Of her diuine and chast perfections Woo her with gifts I cannot for al gifts Sent in my name she spurnes With lookes I cannot For she abhors my sight Nor yet with letters For none she wil receiue How then how then Well I wil fasten such a kindnes on her As shal orecome her hate and conquer it Sir Charles her Brother lies in execution For a great sum of mony and besides The appeale is sued stil for my Huntsmans death Which onely I haue power to reuerse In her I le bury al my hate of him Go seeke the keeper Malby bring me to him To saue his body I his debts wil pay To saue his life I his appeale wil stay Exeunt Enter Sir Charles in prison with yrons his face bare his garments al ragged and torne Char. Of al on the earths face most miserable Breath in the hellish dungeon thy laments Thus like a slaue ragd like a fellon giued That hurles thee headlong to this base estate Oh vnkind Vncle oh my friends ingrate Vnthankeful kinsmen Mountfords al too base To let thy name lie fettered in disgrace A thousand deaths here in this graue I die Feare hunger sorrow cold al threat my death And ioyne togither to depriue my breath But that which most torments me my dere sister Hath left to visite me and from my friends Hath brought no hopeful answere therefore I Diuine they wil not helpe my misery If it be so shame scandal and contempt Attend their couetous thoughts need make their graues Vsurers they liue and may they die like slaues Enter Keeper Keep Knight be of comfort for I bring thee freedome From al thy troubles Char. Then I am doomd to die Death is th end of al calamity Keep, Liue your appeale is stayed the execution Of al your debts discharg'd your creditors Euen to the vtmost penny satisfied In signe whereof your shackles I knock off you are not left so much indebted to vs As for your fees al is dischargd al paid Go freely to your house or where you please After long miseries imbrace your ease Char. Thou grumblest out the sweetest musicke to me That euer Organ plaid is this a dreame Or do my waking sences apprehend The pleasing tast of these applausiue newes Slaue that I was to wrong such honest friends My louing kinsmen and my neare allies Tongue I wil bite thee for the scandal breath Against such faithful kinsmen they are all Compos'd of pitty and compassion Of melting charity and of mouing ruth That which I spake before was in my rage They are my friends the mirrors of this age Bountious and free the Noble Mountfords race Nere bred a couetous thought or humor base Enter Susan Susan I can no longer stay from visiting My woful brother while I could I kept My haples tidings from his hopeful eare Char, Sister how much am I indebted to thee And to thy trauel Susan What at liberty Char. Thou seest I am thanks to thy industry Oh vnto which of al my curteous friends Am I thus bound my vncle Mountford he Eueu of an infant lou'd me was it he So did my cozen Tydy was it he So maister Roder maister Sandy to Which of al these did this hie kindnes doe Susan Charles can you mocke me in your pouerty Knowing your friends deride your misery Now I protest I stand so much amas'd To see your bonds free and your yrons knockt off That I am wrapt into a maze of wonder The rather for I know not by what meanes This happines hath chancst Char. Why by my vncle My cosens and my friends who els I pray Would take vpon them al my debts to pay Susan O brother they are men all of flint Pictures of Marble and as void of pitty As chased Beares I begd I sued I kneeld Laid open al your griefes and miseries Which they derided more then that denied vs A part in their alliance but in pride Said that our kindred with our plenty died Char. Drudges to much what did they oh knowne euil Rich fly the poore as good men shun the Deuil Whence should my freedome come of whom aliue Sauing of those haue I deserud so wel Gesse sister cal to mind remember me These I haue raisd these follow the worlds guise Whom rich in honor they in wo despise Susan My wits haue lost themselues le ts aske the keeper Char. Gayler Keep At hand sir Char. Of curtesie resolue mee
Wend. How al conspire To make our bosome sweet and ful intire Come Nan I prethy let vs sup within Anne O what a clog vnto the soule is sin We pale offenders are stil ful of feare Euery suspitious eie brings danger neare When they whose cleare hart from offence are free Dispise report base scandals to outface And stand at mere defiance with disgrace Wend. Fie fie you talke too like a Puritant Anne you haue tempted me to mischiefe maister Wendel I haue done I know not what wel you plead custome That which for want of wit I granted erst I now must yeeld through feare Come come le ts in Once ore shooes we are strait ore head in sinne Wend. My iocond soule is ioyfull aboue measure I le be profuse in Frankefords richest treasure Exeunt Enter Sisly Ienkin Butler and other Seruingmen Ienk. My mistris and M. Wendol my maister sup in her chamber to night Sisly you are preferd from being the cooke to bee chamber maid of all the loues betwixt thee and me tel me what thou thinkest of this Sisly Mum there 's an old prouerbe when the Cats away the mouse may play Ienk. Now you talke of a Cat Sisly I smel a Rat Sis. Good words Ienkin least you be cald to answere them Ienk. Why God make my mistris an honest woman are not these good words pray God my new maister play not the knau with my old maister is there any hurt in this God send no villany intended and if they do sup together pray God they doe not lie togither god keepe my mistris chast and make vs al his seruants what harme is there in al this Nay more heere is my hand thou shalt neuer haue my hart vnlesse thou say Amen Sis. Amen I pray God I say Enter Seruingmen Ser. My mistris sends that you should make lesse noise to lock vp the dores and see the houshold al got to bed you Ienkin for his night are made the Porter to see the gates shut in Ienk. Thus by little and little I creepe into office Come to kennel my masters to kennell t is eleuen a clocke already Ser. When you haue lockt the gates in you must send vp the keyes to my mistris Sis. Quickly for Gods sake Ienkin for I must carry them I am neither pillow nor bolster but I know more then both Ienk. To bed good Spiggot to bed good honest seruing creatures and let vs sleepe as snug as pigs in pease-straw Exeunt Enter Franckeford and Nick Frank. Soft soft we haue tyed our geldings to a tree two flight shoot off least by their thundring hoofes they blab our coming backe Hearst thou no noise Nick Heare I heare nothing but the Owle and you Frank. So now my watches hand points vpon twelue And it is dead midnight where are my keyes Nick He ere sir Frank. This is the key that opes my outward gate This is the Hal dore this my withdrawing chamber But this that dore that 's Bawd vnto my shame Fountaine and spring of al my bleeding thoughts Where the most hallowed order and true knot Of nuptial sanctity hath bin prophand It leads to my polluted bed-chamber Once my terrestrial heauen now my earths hel The place where sins in al their ripenes dwell But I forget my selfe now to my gate Nick It must ope with farre lesse noise then Cripple-gate or your plots dasht Frank. So reach me my darke Lanthorne to the rest Tread softly softly Nick I wil walke on Egges this pace Frank. A general scilence hath surprizd the house And this is the last dore astonishment Feare and amazement play against my hart Euen as a madman beats vpon a drum O keepe my eies you heauens before I enter From any sight that may transfix my too Or if there be so blacke a spectacle Oh strike mine eies starke blind or if not so Lend me such patience to disgest my griefe That I may keepe this white and virgin hand From any violent outrage or red murder And with that praier I enter Nick Here 's a circumstance A man may be made Cuckold in the time That hee s about it and the case were mine As t is my masters sblood that he makes me sweare I would haue placst his action entred there I would I would Faank. Oh oh Nick Master sblood master master Frank. oh me vnhappy I haue found them lying Close in each others armes and fast asleepe But that I would not dam two precious soules Bought with my Sauiours blood and send them laden With al their scarlet sins vpon their backs Vnto a fearefull Iudgement their two liues Had met vpon my rapier Nick Sblood master haue you left them sleeping stil let me go wake them Frank. Stay let me pause a while Oh God oh God that it were possible To vndo things done to cal back yesterday That time could turne vp his swift sandy glasse To vntel the daies and to redeeme these howres Or that the sunne Could rising from the West draw his coach backward Take from the account of time so many minutes Til he had al these seasons cald againe Those minutes and those actions done in them Euen from her first offence that I might take her As spotles as an Angel in my armes But oh I talke of things impossible And cast beyond the moone God giue me patience For I wil in to wake them Exit Nick Here 's patience perforce He needs must trot a foot that tyres his horsse Enter Wendol running ouer the stage in a night-gowne he after him with his sword drawn the maid in her smocke staies his hand and clasps hold on him he pauses a while Frank. I thanke thee maid thou like the Angels hand Hast staied me from a bloody sacrifice Go villen and my wrongs sit on thy soule As heauy as this griefe doth vpon mine When thou recordst my many curtesies And shalt compare them with thy trecherous hart Lay them together weygh them equally Twilbe reuenge inough go to thy friend A Iudas pray pray least I liue to see Thee Iudas like hang'd on an Elder-tree Enter mistris Frankeford in her smocke night-gowne and nîght attyre Anne O by what word what title or what name Shal I intreat your pardon pardon oh I am as far from hoping such sweet grace As Lucifer from heauen to cal you husband Oh me most wretched I haue lost that name I am no more your wife Nick Sblood sir she sounds Frank. Spare thou thy teares for I wil weepe for thee And keepe thy countenance for I le blush for thee Now I protest I thinke t is I am tainted For I am most asham'd and t is more hard For me to looke vpon thy guilty face Then on the suns cleare brow what wouldst thou speake An. I would I had no tongue no eares no eies No aprehension no capacity When do you spurne me like a Dog when tread me Vnder your feet when drag me by the haire Though I deserue a thousand thousand fold
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
Cran. Yes sir I take it here your sister lies Francis My brother Franckford showd too mild a spirit In the reuenge of such a loathed crime Less then he did no man of spyrit could do I am so far from blaming his reuenge That I commend it had it bin my case Their soules at once had from their brests bin freed Death to such deedes of shame is the due meede Enter Ienkin and Sislie Ienk. O my mistris my mistris my poore mistris Sislie Alas that euer I was born what shall I do for my poor mistris Charles Why what of her Ienk. O Lord sir she no sooner heard that her brother And his friends were come to see how she did But she for very shame of her guilty conscience fell Into a swoune and we had much ado to Get life into her Susan Alasse that she should beare so hard a fate Pitty it is repentance comes to late Acton Is she so weake in body Ienk. O sir I can assure you ther 's no help of life In her for she will take no sustenance she hath plainly Starued her selfe that now she is as leane As a lath she euer Lookes for the good hower many Gentlemen and gentlewomen of the country are come to Comfort her Enters Mistris Frankeford in her bed Malby How fare you mistris Frankford Anne Sicke sicke oh sicke giue me some aire I pray you Tell me oh tell me where 's maister Frankford Will not he daigne to see me ere I dye Malby Yes mistris Frankford diuers gentlemen Your louing neighbors with that iust request Haue mou'd and told him of your weake estate Who though with much adoe to get beliefe Examining of the generall circumstance Seeing your sorrow and your penitence And hearing there withall the great desire You haue to see him ere you left the world He gaue to vs his faith to follow vs And sure he will be here immediatly Anne You halfe reuiude me with those pleasing newes Raise me a little higher in my bed Blush I not maister Frankford blush I not sir Charles Can you not read my fault writ in my cheeke Is not my cryme there tell me gentlemen Charles Alasse good mistris sicknesse hath not left you Bloud in your face enough to make you blush Then sicknesse like a friend my fault would hide Anne Is my husband come My soule but tarries His ariue and I am fit for heauen Charles I came to chide you but my wordes of hate Are turnd to pitty and compassionate griefe I came to rate you but my bralles you see Melt into teares and I must weepe by thee Enter Frankeford Here 's maister Frankford now Fran. Good morrow brother good morrow gentlemen God that hath laid this crosse vpon our heads Might had he pleasd haue made our cause of meeting On a more faire and a more contented ground But he that made vs made vs to this woe Anne And is he come methinks that voyce I knowe Frank. How do you woman Anne Well maister Franckford well but shall be better I hope within this hower will you vouchsafe Out of your grace and your humanity To take a spotted strumpet by the hand Frank. That hand once held my hart in faster bonds Then now t is gripte by me God pardon them That made vs first breake hold Anne Amen amen Out of my zeale to heauen whither I am now bound I was so impudent to wish you here And once more beg your pardon oh Good man And father to my children pardon me Pardon oh pardon me my fault so heynous is That if you in this world forgiue it not Heauen will not cleare it in the world to come Faintnesse hath so vsurpt vpon my knees That kneele I cannot â— but on my harts knees My prostrate soule lyes throwne downe at your feet To beg your gracious pardon pardon O pardon me Frank. As freely from the low depth of my soule As my redeemer hath forgiuen his death I pardon thee I will shed teares for thee Pray with thee and in meere pitty Of thy weake state I le wish to die with thee All So do we all Nick. So will not I I le sigh and sob but by my faith not dye Acton Oh maister Frankford all the neere alliance I loose by her shall be supplyde in thee you are my brother by the neerest way Her kindred hath fallen off but yours doth stay Frank. Euen as I hope for pardon at that day When the great iudge of Heauen in Scarlet sits So be thou pardoned though thy rash offence Diuorsd our bodies thy repentant teares Vnite our soules Charles Then comfort mistris Frankford You see your husband hath forgiuen your fall Then rouse your spirits and cheere your fainting soule Susan How is it with you Acton How do you feele your selfe Anne Not of this world Frank. I see you are not and I weepe to see it My wife the mother to my pretty Babes Both those lost names I do restore thee back And with this kisse I wed thee once againe Though thou art wounded in thy honord name And with that griefe vpon thy death-bed liest Honest in hart vpon my soule thou diest Anne Pardond on earth soule thou in heauen art free Once more thy wife dyes thus imbracing thee Frank. New married and new widdowed oh shee s dead And a cold graue must be our Nuptiall bed Charles Sir be of good comfort and your heauy sorrow Part equally amongst vs stormes deuided Abate their force and with lesse rage are guided Cran. Do maister Frankford he that hath least part Will find enough to drowne one troubled hart Acton Peace with thee Nan Brothers and Gentlemen All we that can plead interest in her griefe Bestowe vpon her body funerall teares Brother had you with threats and vsage bad Punisht her sin the griefe of her offence Had not with such true sorrow tutcht her hart Frank. I see it had not therefore on her graue I will bestow this funeral Epitaph Which on her Marble Tombe shall be ingrau'd In Golden letters shall these words be fild Heere lies she whom her husbands kindnesse kild FINIS