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
the pore remainder Of al the wealth I haue my heauy foes Haue made my purse light but alas to me T is wealth inough that you haue set me free Mal. God giue you ioy of your deliuery I am glad to see you abroad Sir Charles Char. The poorest knight in England M. Malby My life hath cost me al the patrimony My father left his sonne wel God forgiue them That are the Authors of my pennury Enter Shafton Shaf, Sir Charles a hand a hand at liberty Now by the faith I owe I am glad to see it What want you wherein may I pleasure you Char. Oh me oh most vnhappy Gentleman I am not worthy to haue friends stird vp Whose hands may helpe me in this plunge of want I would I were in heauen to inherit there Th imortal birth-right which my sauior keeps And by no vnthrift can be bought and sold For here on earth what pleasures should we trust Shaf. To rid you from these contemplations Three hundred pounds you shal receiue of me Nay fiue for faile come sir the sight of Gold Is the most sweet receipt for melancholy And wil reuiue your spirits you shal hold law With your proud aduersaries Tush let Franke Acton Wage with Knighthood like expence with me And he wil sinke he wil nay good Sir Charles Applaud your Fortune and your faire escape From al these perils Charles Oh Sir they haue vndone me Two thousand and fiue hundred pound a yeare My father at his death possest me of All which the enuious Acton made me spend And notwithstanding all this large expence I had much ado to gaine my liberty And I haue now onely a house of pleasure With some fiue hundred pounds reserued Both to maintaine me and my louing sister Shaf. That must I haue it lies conuenient for me If I can fasten but one finger on him With my ful hand I le gripe him to the hart T is not for loue I proferd him this coyne But for my gaine and pleasure come Sir Charles I know you haue need of mony take my offer Char. Sir I accept it and remaine indebted Euen to the best of my vnable power Come Gentlemen and see it tendred downe Exeunt Enter Wendol melancholy Wend. I am a villan if I apprehend But such a thought then to attempt the deed Slaue thou art damnd without redemption I le driue away this passion with a song A song ha ha a song as if fond man Thy eies could swim in laughter when thy soule Lies drencht and drownd in red teares of blood I le pray and see if God within my hart Plant better thoughts why prayers are meditations And when I meditate oh God forgiue me It is on her diuine perfections I will forget hir I wil arme my selfe Not to entertaine a thought of loue to her And when I come by chance into hir presence I le haue these bals vntil my eye-strings cracke From being puld and drawne to looke that way Enter ouer the stage Franckeford his wife and Nicke O God O God with what a violence I am hurried to my owne destruction There goest thou the most perfectst man That euer England bred a Gentleman And shal I wrong his bed thou God of Thunder Stay in thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath Thy great Almighty and all Iudging hand From speedy execution on a villain A villain and a Traitor to his friend Entor Ienkin Ienk. Did your worship cal Wend. He doth maintaine me he allowes me largely Mony to spend Ien. By my faith so do not you me I canot get a crosse of you Wen, My gelding and my man Ienk. That 's Sorrel and I Wend. This kindnes growes of no alliance twixt vs Ienk. Nor is my seruice of any great acquaintance Wend. I neuer bond him to be by desert Of a meere stranger a poore Gentleman A man by whom in no kind he could gaine He hath placst me in the height of al his thoughts Made me companion with the best and chiefest In Yorke-shire he cannot eat without me Nor laugh without me I am to his body As necessary as his digestion And equally do make him whole or sicke And shal I wrong this man base man ingrate Hast thou the power straite with thy gory hands To rip thy Image from his bleeding hart To scratch thy name from out the holy booke Of his remembrance and to wound his name That holds thy name so deere or rend his hart To whom thy hart was ioynd and knit together And yet I must then Wendol be content Thus villains when they would cannot repent Ienk. What a strange humor is my new maister in pray God he be not mad if he should be so I shold neuer haue any mind to serue him in Bedlam It may bee he is madde for missing of me Wend. What Ienkin where 's your Mistris Ienk. Is your worship married Wend. Why dost thou aske Ionk Because you are my M. and if I haue a mistris I wold be glad like a good seruant to do my duty to her Wend. I meane where 's Mistris Frankeford Ienk. Marry sir her husband is riding out of Towne and shee went very louingly to bring him on his way to horse doe you see sir here she comes and here I go Wen. Vanish Enter Mistris Frankeford Anne You are wel met sir now introth my husband Before he tooke horse had a great desire To speake with you we sought about the house Hallowed into the fields sent euery way But could not meet you therefore he inioyned me To do vnto you his most kinds commends Nay more he wils you as you prize his loue Or hold in estimation his kind friendship To make bold in his absence and command Euen as himselfe were present in the house For you must keepe his table vse his Seruants And be a present Frankeford in his absence Wend. I thanke him for his loue Giue me a name you whose infectious tongues Are tipt with gall and poison as you would Thinke on a man that had your father slaine Murdered thy children made your wiues base strumpets So cal me cal me so print in my face The most stigmaticke title of a villaine For hatching treason to so true a friend Anne Sir you are much beholding to my husbande You are a man most deere in his regard Wend. I am bound vnto your husband and you to I will not speake to wrong a Gentleman Of that good estimation my kind friend I will not Zounds I wil not I may chuse And I wil chose Shall I be so missed Or shal I purchase to my fathers crest The Motto of a villaine If I say I will not do it what thing can inforce me Who can compell me What sad desteny Hath such command vpon my yeilding thoughts I wil not Ha some fury pricks me on The swift fates drag me at their chariot wheele And hurry me to mischiefe speake I must Iniure my selfe wrong hir deceiue his trust
supper and command your fellowes To attend vs and the strangers not a word I charge thee on thy life be secret then For I know nothing Nick I am dumbe and now that I haue eas'd my stomacke I wil go fill my stomack Exit Frank. Away be gone She is wel borne descended Nobly Vertuous her education her repute Is in the general voice of all the country Honest and faire her carriage her demeanor In al her actions that concerne the loue To me her husband modest chast and godly Is al this seeming gold plaine Copper But he that Iudas that hath borne my purse And sold me for a sin oh God oh God Shal I put vp these wrongs no shal I trust The bare report of this suspitious groome Before the dubble guilt the wel hatch ore Of their two harts No I wil loose these thoughts Destraction I wil banish from my brow And from my lookes exile sad discontent Their wonted fauors in my tongue shal flow Till I know al I le nothing seeme to know Lights and a Table there wife Master Wendol and gentle Maister Cranwell Enter Mistris Frankeford maister Wendoll maister Cranwell Nick and Ienkin with Cards Carpet stooles and other necessaries Fran. O you are a stranger maister Cranwel you And often balke my house faith you are a Churle Now we haue supt a table and to cards Ienk. A pair of Cards Nicklas and a carpet to couer the table where 's Sisly with her Counters and her box candles and candle sticks there fie we haue such a householde of seruing creatures vnles it be Nick and I there 's not one amongst them al can saye boe to a goose wel said Nick They spred a Carpet set downe lights and Cards Anne Come maister Frankeford who shal take my part Frank. Marry that wil I sweet wife Wend. No by my faith sir when you are togither I sit out it must be Mistris Frankeford and I or else it is no match Frank. I do not like that match Nick You haue no reason marry knowing al Frank. T is no great matter neither come M. Cranwel shal you and I take them vp Cran. At your pleasure sir Frank. I must looke to you M. Wendol for you wil be playing false nay so will my wife to Nick I I will be sworne she wil Anne Let them that are taken playing falfe forfet the set Franck. Content It shal go hard but I le take you Cran. Gentlemen what shal our game be wend. maister Frankeford you play best at Noddy Frank. you shal not find it so Indeed you shal not Anne I can play at nothing so wel as dubble ruffe Frank. If maister wendol and my wife bee together there 's no playing against them at dubble hand Nick I can tel you sir the game that master Wendol is best at Wend. What game is that Nick Nick Marry sir Knaue out of dores Wend. She and I wil take you at Lodam Anne Husband shal we play at Saint Franke. My Saints turnd Deuill no wee le none of Saint your best at new Cut wife you le play at that Wend. If you play at new cut I am soonest hitter of any heere for a wager Franck. T is me they play on wel you may draw out For al your cunning t wil be to your shame I le teach you at your new Cut a new game Come come Cran. If you cannot agree vpon the game to post and paire Wend. We shal be soonest paires and my good hoast When he comes late home he must kisse the post Frank. Who euer wins it shal be to thy cost Cran. Faith let it be Vide-ruffe and le ts make honors Frank. If you make honors one thing let me craue Honor the King and Queene except the knaue Wend. Wel as you please for that lift who shal deale Anne The least in sight what are you maister Wendol Wend. I am a knaue Nick I le sweare it Anne I a Queene Frank. A queane thou shouldst say wel the Cards are mine They are the grosest paire that ere I felt Anne Shuffle I le cut would I had neuer dealt Frank. I haue lost my dealing Wend. Sir the faults in me This Queene I haue more then my owne you see Giue me the stocke Frank. My minds not on my game Many a deale I haue lost the more 's your shame you haue seru'd me a bad tricke maister Wendol Wend. Sir you must take your lot to end this strife I know I haue delt better with your wife Frank. Thou hast dealt falsely then Anne What 's Trumpes Wend. Harts partner I rub Frank. Thou robst me of my soule of her chast loue In thy false dealing thou hast robd my hart Booty you play I like a looser stand Hauing no hart or here or in my hand I will giue ore the set I am not well Come who wil hold my Cards Anne Not well sweet Maister Franckford Alas what ayle you t is some sodaine qualme Wend. How long haue you bin so maister Frankford Frank. Sir I was lusty and I had my health But I grew ill when you began to deale Take hence this table gentle maister Cranwell You are welcome see your chamber at your pleasure I am sorry that this Megrim takes me so I cannot sit and beare you company Ienkin some lights and shew him to his chamber Anne A night gowne for my husband quickly there It is some rhewme or cold Wend. Now in good faith this Ilnesse you haue got By sitting late without your gowne Frank. I know it maister Wendol Go go to bed least you complaine like me Wife prethy wife into my bed-chamber The night is raw and cold and rheumatick Leaue me my gowne and light I le walke away my fit Wend. Sweet sir good night Frank. My selfe good night Anne Shall I attend you husband Frank. No gentle wife thout catche cold in thy head Prethy begone sweet I le make hast to bed Anne No sleepe will fasten on mine eies you know Vntill you come Exit Frank Sweet Nan I prethy go I haue bethought me get me by degrees The keyes of all my dores which I will mold In wax and take their faire impression To haue by them new keyes This being compast At a set houre a letter shal be brought me And when they thinke they may securely play They are nearest to danger Nick I must rely Vpon thy trust and faithfull secrecy Nick Build on my faith Frank. To bed then not to rest Care lodges in my braine griefe in my brest Exeunt Enter Sir Charles his sister old Mountford Sandy Roder and Tydy Mount You say my Nephew is in great distresse Who brought it to him but his owne lewd life I cannot spare a crosse I must confesse He was me brothers sonne why Niece what then This is no world in which to pitty men Susan I was not borne a begger though his extreames Enforce this language from me I protest No fortune of mine could lead my
in a strangers shall I die in debt To Acton my grand foe and you still weare The pretious Iewell that he holds so deere Susan My honor I esteeme as deere and pretious As my redemption Charles I esteeme you sister As deere for so deere prizing it Susan Will Charles Haue me cut of my hands and send them Acton Rip vp my breast and with my bleeding hart Present him as a token Charles Neither Iane But heare me in my strange assertion Thy honor and my soule are equall in my regard Nor will thy Brother Charles suruyue thy shame His kindnesse like a burden hath surcharged me And vnder his good deedes I stooping go Not with an vpright soule had I remaind In prison stil there doublesse I had dyed Then vnto him that freed me from that prison Still do I owe that life what mou'd my foe To infranchife me T was sister for your loue With full fiue hundred pounds he bought your loue And shall he not inioy it Shall the waight Of all this heauy burden leane on me And will not you beare part you did pertake The ioy of my release will you not stand In ioynt bond bound to satisfie the debt Shall I be onely charged Susan But that I know These arguments come from an honord mind As in your most extremity of need Scorning to stand in debt to one you hate Nay rather would ingage your vnstaind honor Then to be held ingrate I should condem you I see your resolution and assent So Charles will haue me and I am content Charles For this I trickt you vp Susan But here 's a knife to saue mine honor shall slice out my life Charles I know thou pleasest me a thousand times More in that resolution then thy grant Obserue her loue to sooth them in my suite Her honor she will hazzard though not loose To bring me out of debt her rigorous hand Will pierce her hart Oh wonder that will chuse Rather then staine her bloud her life to loose Come you sad sister to a wofull brother This is the gate I le beare him such a present Such an acquittance for the knight to seale As will amaze his senses and surprize With admiration all his fantasies Enter Acton and Malbie Susan Before his vnchast thoughts shal seize on me T is here shall my imprisoned soule set free Acton How Mountford with his sister hand in hand What Miracles a foot Malby It is a sight Begets in me much admiration Charles Stand not amasd to see me thus attended Acton I owe thee mony and being vnable To bring thee the full summe â—o ready coyne Loe for thy more assurance here 's a pawne My sister my deere Sister whose chast honor I prise aboue a Million here nay take her Shee s worth your mony man do not fortake her Francis I would he were in earnest Susan Impute it not to my immodesty My Brother being rich in nothing else But in his interest that he hath in me According to his pouerty hath brought you Me all hir store whom howsoere you prise As forfeit to your hand he valewes 〈…〉 And would not sell but to acquit your 〈◊〉 For any Emperors ransome Francis Sterne hart relent Thy former cruelty at length repent Was euer knowne in any former age Such honorable wrested curtesie Lands honors lines and all the world forgot Rather then stand ingagde to such a foe Charles Acton she is too poor to be thy Bride And I to much apposd to be thy brother There take her to thee if thou hast the hart To ceize her as a Rape or lustfull prey To blur our house that neuer yet was staind To murder her that neuer meant thee harme To kill me now whom once thou sauedst from death Do them at once on her all these relie And perish with her spotted chastity Francis You ouercome me in your loue sir Charles I cannot be so cruell to a Lady I loue so dearely since you haue not spard To engage your reputation to the world Your sister honor which you prise so deere Nay all the comforts which you hold on earth To grow out of my debt being your foe Your honored thoughts doe thus I recompence Your metamorphisd foe receiues your guift In satisfaction of all former wrongs This Iewell I will weare here in my hart And where before I thought her for her wants Too base to be my Bride to end all strife I seale you my deere brother her my wife Susan You still exceede vs I will yeeld to fate And learne to loue where I till now did hate Charles With that inchantment you haue charmd my soule And made me rich euen in those very words I pay no debt but am indebted more Rich in your loue I neuer can be poore Francis Alas mine is yours we are alike in state Le ts knit in love what was proposd in hate Come for our Nuptials we will straite prouide Blest onely in our brother and faire bride Exeunt Enter Cranwell Frankeford and Nick Cran. Why do you search each roome about your house Now that you haue dispatcht your wife away Frank O sir to see that nothing may be left That euer was my wiues I loued her deerely And when I do but thinke of her vnkindnesse My thoughts are all in Hell to avoyd which torment I would not haue a Bodkin or a Cuffe A bracelet necklace or Rebato wier Nor any thing that euer was hers Left me by which I might remember her Seeke round about Nick Sbloud master here 's her lute stonge in a cornet Frank. Her Lute oh God vpon this instrument Her fingers haue run quicke diuision Sweeter then that which now deuides our harts These frets haue made me pleasant that haue now Frets of my hart-strings made oh maister Cranwell Oft hath she made this melancholy wood Now mute and dumbe for her disastrous chance Speake sweedy many a note sound many a straine To her owne rauishing voyce which being well strung What pleasant strange ayres haue they ioyntly sung Post with it after her now nothings left Of her and hers I am at once bereft Nick I le ride and ouertake her do my message And come backe againe Cran. Meane time sir if you please I le to sir Francis Acton and informe him Of what hath past betwixt you and his sister Frank. Do as you please how ill am I bestead To be a widower ere my wife be dead Enter mistris Frankeford with Ienkin her maid Sislee her Coach-man and three Carters Anne Bid my Coach stay why should I ride in state Being hurld so low downe by the hand of fate A seat like to my Fortunes let me haue Earth for my chaire and for my bed a graue Ienkin. Comfort good mistris you haue watered your Coach with teares already you haue but two myle now to goe to your mannor a Man cannot say by my olde Maister Franckford as he may say by me that he wants maners for he
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