Quo. A little yet to raise my spirit, Here master Lethe comes to wed my daughter: Most viciously on this his wedding morning was seiz'd in shame with that bold strumpet. JUD. Why, 'tis she he means to marry. JUD. In truth you do: Who for his wife his harlot doth prefer, Good reason 'tis that he should marry her. COUN. W. I crave it on my knees; such was his vow at first. HELL. I'll say so too, and work out mine own safety. Such was his vow at first indeed, my lord, Howe'er his mood has chang'd him. LET. O vildt slave! COUN. W. He says it true, my lord. JUD. Rest content, He shall both marry and taste punishment. [Aside. LET. O, intolerable! I beseech your good lordship, if I must have an outward punishment, let me not marry an inward, whose lashes" will ne'er out, but grow worse and worse. I have a wife stays for me this morning with seven hundred pound in her purse let me be speedily whipt and be gone, I beseech your lordship. Sale.] Old eds. "Gent. :" for which I have substituted Salewood, who, as we may gather from act iii. sc. 5 (see p. 484), was privy to the design of exposing Lethe. vild] See note, p. 94. lashes] So ed. 1630. First ed. "lastes." SALE. He speaks no truth, my lord: behold the virgin, Wife to a well-esteemed gentleman, LET. I was betray'd; yes, faith. Which he confess'd through ignorance and disdain, LET. Marry a harlot, why not? 'tis an honest man's fortune. I pray, did not one of my countrymen marry my sister? why, well then, if none should be married but those that are honest, where should a man seek a wife after Christmas? I pity that gentleman that has nine daughters to bestow, and seven of 'em seeded already; they will be good stuff by that time. I do beseech your lordship to remove The punishment; I am content to marry her. lord! JUD. Unless one here assembled, Whom you have most unnaturally abus'd, Beget your pardon. LET. Who should that be? Or who would do't that has been so abus'd? A troublesome penance !-Sir Quo. Knave in your face! leave your mocking, Andrew; marry your quean, and be quiet. LET. Master Easy EASY. I'm sorry you take such a bad course, sir. LET. Mistress* Quomodo Sale.] See note, p. 510. w His own mother, &c.] Before this speech something seems wanting. * Mistress] So ed. 1630. First ed. "Maister." THO. Inquire my right name again next time; now go your ways like an ass as you came. LET. Mass, I forget my mother all this while; I'll make her do't at first.-Pray, mother, your blessing for once. MOTH. G. Call'st me mother? out, I defy thee, slave! LET. Call me slave as much as you will, but do not shame me now: let the world know you are my mother. MOTH. G. Let me not have this villain put upon me, I beseech your lordship. JUD. He's justly curs'd: she loathes to know him now, Whom he before did as much loathe to know.- MOTH. G. That's soon done. JUD. Then know him for a villain; 'tis thy son. MOTH. G. Art thou Andrew, my wicked son Andrew ? LET. You would not believe me, mother. MOTH. G. How art thou changed! Is this suit. fit for thee, a tooth-drawer's son ? This country has e'en spoiled thee since thou camest hither: thy manners [were] better than thy clothes, but now whole clothes and ragged manners: it may well be said that truth goes naked; for when thou hadst scarce a shirt, thou hadst more truth about thee. JUD. Thou art thine own affliction, Quomodo. Shortyard, we banish thee; it is our pleasure.a 44 a again] i. e. against. defy] i. e. reject, renounce. Shortyard, we banish thee; it is our pleasure] Old eds. Shortyard we banish, 'tis our pleasure."-I may remark that, though the guilty are deservedly punished, the judge administers justice somewhat arbitrarily in this scene, which is evidently supposed to pass in a private dwelling. |