That title, methinks, should make you almost fel lows; Or at the least much more than a [mere] servant; Your love to him then needs no spur for me, 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, Why, thou art many now besides thyself: 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, Than I shall voluntary. I'll be all your charge, Sus. Wilt thou? Now blessings go with thee for't! courtesies Win. Pray you say plainly, Mistress, are you jealous of him? if you be, Sus. Say'st thou so? I would thou hadst a woman's bosom now; 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, Frank. Prithee take that along with thee. [Gives his sword to WINNIFREDE, To the hill's top; I'll be there instantly. canst Pray let him [Exit Win. Obey me now; 'tis happily his last Service to me. My power is e'en a-going out of sight. We have no other business now but to part. Methinks it is the hardest piece of work 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 times: Pray you take some pains, I confess my dulness. Frank. What a thorn this rose grows on! Parting 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 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. They say, slow things have best perfection; The churlish storm may mischief with his bounty. 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; Jus. Tush! I fear none: To leave you is the greatest hurt I can suffer: 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 :o Then, I'll ease all at once. (Aside.) 'Tis done now; Frank. No, to a better place. 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. Sus. I'll not turn from it, [Draws a knife. If you be earnest, sir; yet you may tell me, Frank. Because you are a whore. Sus. There's one deep wound already; a 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. |