But 'tis a business of affection That must be done.-We owe a pity, madam, To those afflictions that claim kindred of us; Wife. Yet there is a date set to all sorrows; Your counsel will prevail, persuade him, good sir, And leave the desolate path; I want his company. Where scarce the moon is starlight; I have watch'd him In silent nights, when all the earth was drest T' observe him through the bounty of the moon, And when the morning dew began to fall, Then was my time to weep; h'as lost his kindness, A stranger to the joys and rites of love. Pray tell him so from me-sir. Vot. That will I, madam. Now must I dress a strange dish for his honour. [exit Wife. Ans. Call you this courting? 'life! not one word near it. There was no syllable but was twelve score off. My faith, hot temptation! woman's chastity, In such a conflict, had great need of one To keep the bridge; 'twas dangerous for the time. Made without substance; whom should a man trust Vot. Mass! here he comes too. Enter ANSELMUS. Ans. How now, Votarius! what's the news for us? Ans. O, peace, man! pr'ythee peace !- Ans. Yet, again, sir? Where lives that mistress of thine, Votarius, That taught thee to dissemble, I'd fain learn; She makes good scholars. Vot. How, my lord! Ans. Thou art the son of falsehood, pr'ythee leave me. How truly constant, charitable, and helpful Is woman unto woman in affairs That touch affection and the peace of spirit! نا کم ہے Vot. Now, by this light then, wipe but off this score, Since you're so bent, and if I ever run In debt again to falsehood and dissemblance, For want of better means, tear the remembrance of me Ans. For thy vows' sake, I pardon thee. Vot. I am bound to't. Ans. For a small time farewell, then! hark thee! Vot. O good sir! [Anselmus whispers to him; and exit. It will do wond'rous well;-What a wild seed To tempt his fate, and be resolved he were so ! Man has some enemy still that keeps him back So that be friends with me.-I've sworn to make A brazen face and do't; Enter WIFE. Mine own will shame me. Wife. This is most strange of all! how one distraction Seconds another! Vot. What's the news, sweet madam? Wife. He's took his horse, but left his leave untaken, What should I think on't, sir? did ever lord Depart so rudely from his lady's presence! That nobleness remembers. Vot. I'm asham'd of him. Let me help, madam, to repair his manners, And mend that unkind fault. Wife. Sir! pray forbear! You forget worse than he. Vot. So virtue save me, I have enough already. Wife. 'Tis himself [aside. Must make amends, good sir, for his own faults. Vot. I would he'd do't then, and ne'er trouble me in't; But, madam, you perceive he takes the course с [aside. You're young, the very spring's upon you now, The roses on your cheeks are but new blown. Take you together, you're a pleasant garden, But what is it to be a work of beauty, And want the part that should delight in you: But then you lose your glory, which is all. And is't not pity you should want your grace? That face deserves a friend of heart and spirit, That should observe you, madam, without ceasing, Wife. Sure I was married, sir, In a dear year of love; when scarcity And famine of affection vex'd poor ladies, Which makes my heart so needy, it ne'er knew Vot. Why, that's your folly, To keep your mind so miserably, madam : Change into better times, I'll lead you to 'em. How would you use your friends? if I thought kindly, |