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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43595	Fortune by land and sea a tragi-comedy, as it was acted with great applause by the Queens servants / written by Tho. Haywood and William Rowly.	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.; Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?	1655 (1655)	Wing H1783; ESTC R10165	39,171	50

sent by water to Gravesend to your brother what if we should lock him fast in that Anne I like it wel but whom shal we employ to bear it safe Sus. Give it my husband and your man in charge they two wil see it carefully delivered Anne By them I le write unto him earnestly in your behalfe and doubt not of your usage young Forr. The trunck the trunk Oh quickly if you love me Anne Come I le to write Sus. I le finde those that shal bear it young Forr. The plot is likely but heaven knows I fear it Exeunt Enter Mr. Harding John and William old Hard. Now boys no question but you think it long to have my state made over to your use Iohn Oh Lord Sir old Hard To have your eldest brother quite disabled of any challenge of inheritance Will We think it not long Sir but if you should use all expedition possible I should say beshrew their hearts that would hinder it we do not wish our brother disinherited but if it be your pleasure Heaven forbid that we being your sonnes should any way contradict it Iohn We should not shew our selves obedient sons to perswad you to infringe your former vow For Father if you remember you swore long since to do it And heaven forbid you should break your oath Old Hard. Boyes of mine own free spirit mine one heart and will you see him pine beg starve nay perish ere you will once relieve him Will I 'll be your will wee 'le swear to do it Old Hard And though the beggars brat his Wife I mean should for the want of lodging sleep on stalls or lodg in stocks or cages would your charities take her to better harbor Iohn Unlesse too cold harbor where of twenty chimneys standing you shal scarce in a whole winter see two smoaking we harbor her Bridewel shal first Old Hard. Lads of my own condition my own humour cal me a Scrivner reach me pen and ink I le doe 't imediately Will Run for a Scrivener Iack Enter Mr. Anne meeting them Iohn Mean time post thou for Pen and Inck Anne Stay no such haste sweet husband there be fitter times then these made choice for such affairs there 's no enforcement to make your Will being in such perfect health pray if you love me do not talke of death nor to your safety give such ill presage besides this expedition in your sons shews that they covet more your Lands then life defer 't then somewhat longer for my sake Old Hard. Then for thy sake I will but my kinde boys 't is rather to sooth her then your least wrong I will delay a little though not long Will It hath been long a doing I would it were once done if he should peak over the pearch now and all fall to our elder Brother we have used him so doggedly the least he can do is to thrust us out of doors by head and shoulders Iohn Let him alone now wee 'l urge him too 't at more convenient leisure Old Hard. When heard you from your brother at Gravesend or how falls out his voyage can you tell Anne I had a letter from him two days since in which he writes me all his goods are Shipt his wares in hold well stowed and nothing wants save a fair gale to bring him to the Straits Old Hard. Heaven make his voyage prosperous for thou knowest I have a venture of five hundred pound enterred with him my fortune joyns with his If he succeed it falls out well with me if not I am likely to impart his losse Enter Old Mr. Forrest Old Forr. You are well found Sir Old Hard. I what art thou fellow Old Forr. You knew me in my pride and flourishing state have you forgot me now as I remember we two were bred together Schoole fellows boorded together in one Masters house both of one forme and like degree in School Old Hard. Oh thy name 's Forrest Old Forr. Then in those days your Father Mr. Harding was a good honest Farmer Tennant too unto my Father All the wealth he purchast far be upbraiding from me came from us as your first raiser and you called me then your Landlord and young Master then was then but now the course of fortunes wheele is turned you climbed we fell and that inconstant fate that hurled us down hath lift you where we sate Old Hard. Well we are Lord of all those Mannors now you then possest Have we not bought them deerly Are they not ours Old Forr I no way can deny 't I rather come as a poor suitor to you to entreat you for heavens sake and charities to pity my lost daughter your cast sonne Sir I in all had but three Children left me Crutches to bear up my penurious age one of these three was butchered cruelly his body piteously alass pierc't through Then had I but two left my eldest Son and hee 's or dead or fled to save his life If he still live I have wasted sold and spent even all that little that my fortunes left and now I have but one one onely daughter and her I am not able to relieve with ought save tears and pity to these helps oh send your fair assistance shee 's yours as well as mine Old Hard All my part I disclaim both in my son and her they crost my pleasure and they shall tast the smart I was derided They that love me shal by my wil be guided Will And that am I Iohn And I too Father Anne Base Parasites Old Hard. You even pleased me wel And you shal mount the height from which they fel Enter Philip and Susan Old Forr See see alass those that seven Somers since saw thy estate and look upon thee now would at lest pity if not help thy wants how happy was thy Mother and my Wife that slept their last sleep long before these sorrows take their birth Sus Dear father succour us help to redeem us from this cruel man that thus insults upon our misseries Old Forr. Fair daughter adde not to my tedious woes thou bidst a blind man guyde thee on thy way and takest a broken staffe to be thy stay Phil. Good Sir release us Old For It must be then with tears for other help I have none and they heaven knows can little ease but never help your woes Sir if your heart be not of Adamant or some hard mettal that 's impermeable pity your blood and mine so soon grown deaf Kinde Gentlemen speak to your wrathless Father shew your selves brothers do you turn aside Fair Mistress what say you I see your eyes in all things with our passions sympathize and you are doubtlesse sprung from Gentle blood Gentry and baseness in all ages jar And poverty and wealth are still at war Old Hard Thou growest too tedious prithee friend be gone Old For. I hope you do not scorn me Old Hard. The truth is I feign would have thee leave me Old Forr. 'T

countenance unto my fathers wrong come I dare swear 't was not your malice and I take it so le ts frame some other talk hear Gentlemen Rains But hear me boy it seems Sir you are angry Fra. Not throughly yet Rains Then what would anger thee Fra. Nothing from you Rains Of all things under heaven what wouldest thou loathest have me do Fra. I would not have you wrong my reverent Father and I hope you will not Rains Thy Father 's an old dotard Fran. I could not brook this at a Monarchs hands much lesse at thine Rains I boy then take you that Flings wine in 's face Fra I was not born to brook this oh I am slain Goodw. Sweet Cose what have you done shift for your self Rains Away Exeunt Enter two Drawers 1. Draw Stay the Gentlemen they have kild a man O sweet Mr. Francis one run to his Fathers 2. Draw Had not we Drawers enough in the house but they must needs draw too 1. Draw They have drawn blood of this Gentleman that I have drawn many a quart of wine to Oh sweet Mr. Francis hark hark I hear his Fathers voice below ten to one he is come to fetch him home to supper and now he may carry him home to his grave See here he comes Enter the Host Mr. Forrest and Susan Host You must take comfort Sir old For. Would heaven I could or that I might beg patience Sus. Oh my brother old For. Is he dead is he dead girl Sus. Oh dead sir Frank is dead old For. Alass alass my boy I have not the heart to look upon his wide and gaping wounds Hide them oh hide them from me left those mouthes through which his life past through swallow mine Pray tell me Sir doth this appear to you fearful and pittiful to you that are a stranger to my dead boy Host. How can it otherwise old For. Oh me most wretched of all wretched men if to a stranger his warm bleeding wounds appear so griesly and so lamentable how will they seem to me that am his Father will they not hale my eyeballs from their rounds and with an everlasting blindness strike 'em Sus. Oh Sir look here old For. Do'st thou long to have me blind then I le behold them since I know thy mind oh me is this my sonne that doth so sensless lye and swims in blood my soul shall fly with his Unto the land of rest behold I crave Being kild with grief we both may have one grave Sus. Alass my Father 's dead too gentle Sir help to retire his spirits over-travell'd with age and sorrow Hest. Mr. Forrest Sus. Father old For. What saies my girl good morrow what 's a clock that you are up so early call up Frank tell him he lies too long a bed this morning was wont to call the Sun up and to raise the early Lark and mount her 'mongst the clouds will he not up rise rise thou sluggish boy Sus. Alass he cannot Father old For. Cannot why Sus. Do you not see his bloodless colour fail old For. Perhaps he 's sickly that he looks so pale Sus. Do you not feel his pulse no motion keep how still he lies old For. Then is he fast asleep Sus. Do you not see his fatal eye-lide close old For. Speak softly hinder not his soft repose Sus. Oh see you not these purple conduits run know you these wounds old Fost. Oh me my murdered Son Enter young Mr. Forrest Mr. For. Sister Sus. O brother brother Mr. For. Father how cheer you Sir why you were wont to store for others comfort that by sorrow were any way distrest have you all wasted and spared none to your self old For. Oh Son son son see alass see where thy brother lies he dined with me to day was merry merry eye that course was he that lies here see there thy murdered brother and my son was see doest not thou not weep for him Mr. For. I shall find time When you have took some comfort I le begin To mourn his death and scourge the murderers sin Dear father be advised take hence his body and let it have a solemn funeral old For. But for the murderer shall not he attend the sentence of the Law with all severity Mr. For. Have you but patience should we urge the Law he hath such honourable friends to guard him we should in that but bark against the Moon nay do not look that way take hence the body let the Law sleep the time ere it be long may offer 't self to a more just revenge We are poor and the world frowns on all our fortune with patience then bear this amongst the rest The heavens when they be pleased may turn the wheel of Fortune round when we that are dejected may be again raised to our former height old For. Oh when saw Father such a tragick sight And did outlive it never sonne ah never From mortal breast run such a pretious River Mr. For. Come Father and dear Sister joyn with me Let us all learn our sorrows to forget He owed a death and he hath payd that debt Exeunt Scen. 2. Enter old Mr Harding his two sonnes William and John his Wife Anne as newly come fram the Wedding old Hard. So things are as they should be we have attained the height of solace and true joy sweet Nan no sooner married but a Mother of this my hopeful Issue cheer thoughts for what I want in youth I wil supply in true affection and what age doth scant me in sprightly vigour I le make good in wealth Anne Sir you well know I was not easily wonne and therefore not soon changed advisedly not rashly did I venter on your love My young unsetled thoughts from their long travels have late attained unto their journeys end and they are now at rest old Hard. Here they have found a harbour to retire to Wil 'T would become you to use my Father here respectively you see how he receives you almost dowerless Ioh. True where he out of his own abilities might have commanded Widdows richer farre I and perhaps each way as beautiful Anne Upbraid me not I do confess he might nor was this match my seeking If it hath pleased your father for some virtues known in me to grace me with his free election Methinks it worse becomes you being sonnes to blame a Fathers pleasure howsoever better my self I cannot if he thought me Worthy his bed I see small reason you Should wrong me to him that my state best knew old Hard. Nann I am pleased they shall be satisfied and boyes I tell you though you be my sonnes you much forget your duty to a Mother whom I hold worthy to be called my Wife no more of this I charg you Wil Sir we have done old Hard No child to her can be to me no Son Ioh. I am pleased here my spleen dyes Suddenly fallen as it did quickly rise old Hard This is the end I aim'd at were my