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THE WITCH OF EDMONTON.
ACT I. SCENE I.
The Neighbourhood of Edmonton.- A Room in the
House of Sir ARTHUR CLARINGTON.
Enter Frank THORNEY and WINNIFREDE.
Frank. Come, wench; why, here's a business
soon dispatch'd. Thy heart I know is now at ease: thou need'st
Win. You have [here] discharg’d
Frank. Had I fail'd
Of our forbearing either's company,
Win. And that will be as difficult
Frank. Fathers are
Win. You who had The conquest of
my maiden-love, may easily Conquer the fears of my distrust. And whither Must I be hurried ?
Frank. Prithee do not use A word so much unsuitable to the constant Affections of thy husband : thou shalt live Near Waltham-Abbey, with thy uncle Selman; I have acquainted him with all at large :
He'll use thee kindly; thou shalt want no plea
sures, Nor any other fit supplies whatever Thou canst in heart desire.
Win. All these are nothing Without your company.
Frank. Which thou shalt have Once every month at least.
Win. Once every month! Is this to have an husband ?
Frank. Perhaps oftener; That's as occasion serves.
Win. Ay, ay; in case No other beauty tempt your eye, whom you Like better, I may chance to be remember'd, And see you now and then. Faith! I did hope You'd not have us'd me so: 'tis but my fortune. And yet, if not for my sake, have some pity Upon the child I go with; that's your own: And 'less you'll be a cruel-hearted father, You cannot but remember that. 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, As any double thought; once more, in hearing Of Heaven and thee, I vow that never henceforth Disgrace, reproof, lawless affections, threats, Or what can be suggested 'gainst our marriage, Shall cause me falsify that bridal oath That binds me thine. And, Winnifrede, whenever
The wanton heats of youth, by subtle baits
Win. Swear no more;
Frank. Thus then;
sibly? Frank. We shall. One kiss—away!
Enter Sir ARTHUR CLARINGTON.
Sir Ar. Frank Thorney!
terms, Thou hast wrong'd thy master's house basely and
lewdly. Frank. Your house, sir?
Sir Ar. Yes, sir: if the nimble devil That wanton'd in your blood, rebell’d against All rules of honest duty, you might, sir, Have found out some more fitting place than here,
To have built a stews in. All the country whispers
, Make her amends and marry her?
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,
Frank. So you promised me
Sir Ar. It is but reason.
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