Enter Old THORNEY, and WINNIFREDE weeping. Thor. Here let our sorrows wait him; to press nearer The place of his sad death, some apprehensions May tempt our grief too much, at height already; Daughter, be comforted. Win. Comfort and I Are too far separated to be join'd War. Poor woman, 'twas not thy fault; I grieve to see thee weep for him that hath my pity too. Win. My fault was lust, my punishment was shame. Yet I am happy that my soul is free Both from consent, fore-knowledge, and intent, Thor. Daughter, grieve not For what necessity forceth; Rather resolve to conquer it with patience. Win. My griefs are strong upon me; [A great cry within.]--Away with her! Hang her, witch! Enter to Execution Mother SAWYER; Officers with halberts, followed by a crowd of country people. Car. The witch, that instrument of mischief! Did not she witch the devil into my son-in-law, when he kill'd my poor daughter? Do you hear, mother Sawyer? Saw. What would you have? Cannot a poor old woman have your leave To die without vexation? Car. Did not you bewitch Frank, to kill his He could never have done't without the wife? devil. Saw. Who doubts it? but is every devil mine? Would I had one now whom I might command To tear you all in pieces! Tom would have done't, Before he left me. Car. Thou didst bewitch Ann Ratcliffe to kill herself. Saw. Churl, thou liest; I never did her hurt: would you were all as near your ends as I am, that gave evidence against me for it! Coun. I'll be sworn, master Carter, she bewitch'd Gammer Washbowl's sow to cast her pigs a day before she would have farrowed: yet they were sent up to London, and sold for as good Westminster dog-pigs, at Bartholomew-fair, as ever great-belly'd ale-wife longed for. Saw. These dogs will mad me; I was well resolv'd To die in my repentance. Though 'tis true How they believe the devil; at last he'll cheat you. Car. Thou'dst best confess all truly. Saw. Yet again? Have I scarce breath enough to say my prayers, And would you force me to spend that in bawling? Bear witness, I repent all former evil; There is no damned conjuror like the devil. All. Away with her, away! [She is led off. Enter FRANK to Execution, Officers, &c. Thor. Here's the sad object which I yet must meet With hope of comfort, if a repentant end Make him more happy than misfortune would Frank. Good sirs, turn from me; You will revive affliction almost kill'd With my continual sorrow. Thor. Oh, Frank, Frank! Would I had sunk in mine own wants, or died But one bare minute ere thy fault was acted! Frank. To look upon your sorrows executes me, Before my execution. Win. Let me pray you, sir Frank. Thou much-wrong'd woman, I must sigh for thee, As he that's only loath to leave the world Thor. Let it be thine too. Untimely lost young man. Frank He is not lost, Who bears his peace within him: had I spun My web of life out at full length, and dream'd Had been as everlasting, as remediless : But now the law hath not arraign'd, condemn'd, With greater rigour my unhappy fact, My memory can reckon from my childhood: Is much more gracious than my faults are mon strous *** to be nam'd; yet they are monstrous. Thor. Here's comfort in this penitence. Win. It speaks How truly you are reconciled, and quickens With my last breath: now this repentance makes thee As white as innocence; and my first sin with thee, Since which I knew none like it, by my sorrow And there enjoy what earth denied us, happiness! With a religious care, and pay thy ashes A widow's duty, calling that end best, Which, though it stain the name, makes the soul blest. Frank. Give me thy hand, poor woman; do not weep: Farewell! thou dost forgive me? Win. 'Tis my part To use that language. |