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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
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