He'll use thee kindly; thou shalt want no plea Win. All these are nothing Without your company. Frank. Which thou shalt have Once every month at least. Win. Once every month! No other beauty tempt your eye, whom you Heaven knows, how— Frank. To quit which fear at once, As by the ceremony late perform'd, I plighted thee a faith, as free from challenge, That binds me thine. And, Winnifrede, whenever The wanton heats of youth, by subtle baits Win. Swear no more; I am confirm'd, and will resolve to do Make thyself ready; at the furthest house We shall meet again as soon as thou canst pos sibly? Frank. We shall. One kiss-away! [Exit WIN. Enter Sir ARTHUR CLARINGTON. Sir Ar. Frank Thorney! Frank. Here, sir. Sir Ar. Alone? then must I tell thee in plain terms, Thou hast wrong'd thy master's house basely and lewdly. Frank. Your house, sir? Sir Ar. Yes, sir: if the nimble devil Have found out some more fitting place than here, To have built a stews in. All the country whispers Frank. So, sir, I might bring both myself and her to beggary; And that would be a shame worse than the other. Sir Ar. You should have thought on this before, ́and then Your reason would have oversway'd the passion Frank. So you promised me Before, in case I married her. I know Sir Ar. It is but reason. Well, Frank, what think'st thou of two hundred pounds, And a continual friend? Frank. Though my poor fortunes Might happily prefer me to a choice Of a far greater portion; yet to right A wronged maid, and to preserve your favour, Sir Ar. Art thou? Frank. Sir, we shall every day have need to employ The use of what you please to give. Sir Ar. Thou shalt have it. Your promise.-We are man and wife. Frank. And more than so, [sir,] I have promis'd her Free entertainment in her uncle's house Near Waltham-Abbey, where she may securely Sir Ar. Honest Frank! Frank. I hope, sir, you will think I cannot keep her, Without a daily charge. Sir Ar. As for the money, 'Tis all thine own; and though I cannot make thee A present payment, yet thou shalt be sure Frank. But our occasions—— Sir Ar. Nay, nay, Talk not of your occasions; trust my bounty, It shall not sleep.-Hast married her i'faith, Frank? 'Tis well, 'tis passing well!-then, Winnifrede, Once more thou art an honest woman. Frank, Thou hast a jewel, love her; she'll deserve it. And when to Waltham? Frank. She is making ready; Her uncle stays for her. Sir Ar. Most provident speed. Frank, I will be [thy] friend, and such a friend! Thou wilt bring her thither? Frank. Sir, I cannot; newly My father sent me word I should come to him. Frank. I have a suit to you. Sir Ar. What is it? Any thing, Frank; command it. By letters to assure my father, that I am not married. Sir Ar. How? Frank. Some one or other Hath certainly inform'd him, that I purposed Lowly I crave your letters, which he seeing On such conditions as I'll frame, his lands Sir Ar. But what is there to quit3 My knowledge of the marriage? 3 But what is there to quit, &c.] The old copy reads that, which the context shows to be a misprint. |