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That title, methinks, should make you almost fel
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
Frank. Not done yet?
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,
Than I shall voluntary. I'll be all your charge,
Sus. Wilt thou ?
Win. Pray you say plainly,
Sus. Say'st thou so ?
Win. Believe it, mistress,
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
Frank. Why would you delay?
Frank. Fie, fie! why look,
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
Frank. What is't?
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.
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
Frank. Why, you almost anger me.'Pray you
You have no company, and 'tis very early;
Jus. Tush! I fear none :
They began to stir when I came after you:
[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.
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,
Frank. Because you are a whore.
whore ! 'Twas ever farther from me than the thought Of this black hour; a whore?
6 thank you for that :) i. e. for the incidental mention of their parents being stirring; and thus showing him, that he has no time to lose in the execution of his murderous purpose.