That title, methinks, should make you almost fel

lows;
Or at the least much more than a (mere) servant ;
And I am sure he will respect you so.
Your love to him then needs no spur for me,
And what for

my
sake
you

will ever do, 'Tis fit it should be bought with something more Than fair entreats; look! here's a jewel for thee, A pretty wanton label for thine ear; And I would have it hang there, still to whisper These words to thee, Thou hast my jewel with

thee.
It is but earnest of a larger bounty,
When thou return'st with praises of thy service,
Which I am confident thou wilt deserve.
Why, thou art many now besides thyself:
Thou may'st be servant, friend, and wife to him ;
A good wife is them all. A friend can play
The wife and servant's part, and shift enough;
No less the servant can the friend and wife:
'Tis all but sweet society, good counsel,
Interchang'd loves; yes, and counsel-keeping.

Frank. Not done yet?
Sus. Even now, sir.
Win. Mistress, believe my vow; your severe

eye, Were't present to command, your bounteous

hand, Were it then by to buy or bribe my service,

. Shall not make me more dear or near unto him,

a

Than I shall voluntary. I'll be all your charge,
Servant, friend, wife to him.

Sus. Wilt thou ?
Now blessings go with thee for't! courtesies
Shall meet thee coming home.

Win. Pray you say plainly,
Mistress, are you jealous of him ? if you be,
I'll look to him that way too.

Sus. Say'st thou so ?
I would thou hadst a woman's bosom now;
We have weak thoughts within us. Alas!
There's nothing so strong in us as suspicion ;
But I dare not, nay, I will not think
So hardly of my Thorney.

Win. Believe it, mistress,
I'll be no pandar to him; and if I find
Any loose lubrick scapes in him, I'll watch him,
And at my return, protest I'll show you all :
He shall hardly offend without my knowledge.

Sus. Thine own diligence is that I press, And not the curious eye over his faults. Farewell ! if I should never see thee more, Take it for ever. Frank. Prithee take that along with thee. [Gives his sword to WINNIFREDE,

And haste thee To the hill's top; I'll be there instantly. Sus. No haste, I prithee; slowly as thou canst

[Exit Win, Pray let him

Obey me now; 'tis happily his last
Service to me.--
My power is e'en a-going out of sight.

Frank. Why would you delay?
We have no other business now but to part.
Sus. And will not that, sweet-heart, ask a long

time?
Methinks it is the hardest piece of work
That e'er I took in hand.

Frank. Fie, fie! why look,
I'll make it plain and easy to you-farewell!

[Kisses her.
Sus. Ah, 'las! I am not half perfect in it yet;
I must have it read o'er an hundred timës:
Pray you take some pains, I confess my dulness.
Frank. What a thorn this rose grows on! Part-

ing were sweet; But what a trouble 'twill be to obtain it !—[Aside. Come, again and again, farewell !—[Kisses her.]

Yet wilt return? All questions of my journey, my stay, employment, And revisitation, fully I have answered all; There's nothing now behind but-nothing. Sus. And that nothing is more hard than any

thing,
Than all the every things. This request

Frank. What is't?
Sus. That I may bring you through one pasture

a

more

Up to yon knot of trees; amongst those shadows I'll vanish from you, they shall teach me how.

Frank. Why 'tis granted; come, walk then.

Sus. Nay, not too fast; They say, slow things have best perfection; The gentle shower wets to fertility, The churlish storm may mischief with his bounty. The baser beasts take strength even from the

womb; But the lord lion's whelp is feeble long. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.--A Field, with a clump of Trees.

Enter Dog.

Dog. Now for an early mischief and a sudden! The mind's about it now; one touch from me Soon sets the body forward.

Enter FRANK and Susan.

Frank. Your request
Is out; yet will you leave me?

;
Sus. What? so churlishly?
You'll make me stay for ever,
Rather than part, with such a sound from you.

Frank. Why, you almost anger me.'Pray you

be gone.

You have no company, and 'tis very early;
Some hurt may betide you homewards.

Jus. Tush! I fear none :
To leave you is the greatest hurt I can suffer:
Besides, I expect your father and mine own,
To meet me back, or overtake me with you;

They began to stir when I came after you:
I know they'll not be long.
Frank. So! I shall have more trouble,-

[The Dog rubs against him.

thank you for that : Then, I'll ease all at once. (Aside.) 'Tis done now; What I ne'er thought on.—You shall not go back. Sus. Why, shall I go along with thee? sweet

music! Frank. No, to a better place.

Sus. Any place I ; I'm there at home, where thou pleasest to have me. Frank. At home? I'll leave you in your last

lodging; I must kill you.

Sus. Oh fine! you'd fright me from you.
Frank. You see I had no purpose; I'm un-

arm'd : 'Tis this minute's decree, and it must be; Look, this will serve your turn. [Draws a knife.

Sus. I'll not turn from it,
If you be earnest, sir; yet you may tell me,
Wherefore you'll kill me.

Frank. Because you are a whore.
Sus. There's one deep wound already; a