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Nay then, thought I, 'tis time to let her go,
Ans. Is't possible? I had not thought till now
my Before her door I'll frame a friv’lous walk, And, spying her, with her devise some talk.
Enter Young MASTER ARTHUR, Mistress ARTHUR, OLD
MASTER ARTHUR, OLD MASTER LUSAM, Young MASTER LUSAM, and Pipkin.
Ful. What stir is this ? let's step but out the way,
0. Art. Thou art a knave, although thou be my son.
0. Lus. A knave, aye, marry, and an 'arrant knave,
Y. Art. Sir, though it be my father's pleasure thus To wrong me with the scorned name of knave, I will not have you so familiar, Nor so presume upon my patience.
0. Lus. Speak, Master Arthur, is he not a knaye? 0. Art. I say he is a knave. 0. Lus. Then so say
1. Y. Art. My father may command my patience, But you, sir, that are but my father-in-law, Shall not so mock my reputation. you
shall find I am an honest man. 0. Lus. An honest man ! Y. Art. Aye, sir, so
say. 0. Lus. Nay, if you say so, I'll not be against it: But, sir, you might have us’d my daughter better, Than to have beat her, spurn’d her, rail'd at her Before our faces.
0. Art. Aye, therein, son Arthur, Thou shew'dst thyself no better than a knave.
0. Lus. Aye, marry, did he, I will stand to it: To use my honest daughter in such sort, He shew'd himself no better than a knave.
Y. Art. I say, again, I am an honest man ; He wrongs
me that shall say the contrary. 0. Lus. I grant, sir, that you are an honest man, Nor will I say unto the contrary : But, wherefore do you use my daughter thus ? Can you accuse her of unchastity, Of loose demeanour, disobedience, or disloyalty? Speak, what canst thou object against my daughter?
0. Art. Accuse her! here she stands ; ' spit in her face If she be guilty, in the least, of these.
Mis. Art. O, father, be more patient; if you wrong
Y. Art. If, in mine own house, I can have no peace,
0. Art. Well, go to, wild oats ! spendthrift! prodigal ! I'll cross thy name quite from my reck’ning book : For these accounts, 'faith, it shall scathe thee somewhat, I will not say what somewhat it shall be.
0. Lus. And it shall scathe him somewhat of my purse : And, daughter, I will take thee home again, Since thus he hates thy fellowship; Be such an eye-sore to his sight no more! I tell thee, thou no more shalt trouble him. Mis. Art. Will you divorce whom God hath tied toge
Or break that knot, the sacred hand of heaven
0. Art. I could say somewhat in my son's reproof.
0. Art. Daughter, farewell! with weeping eyes I part; Witness these tears, thy grief sits near my heart.
0. Lus. Weeps Master Arthur? nay, then, let me cry; His cheeks shall not be wet, and mine be dry.
Mis. Art. Fathers, farewell ! spend not a tear for me, But, for my husband's sake, let these woes be. For when I weep, 'tis not for my own care, But fear, lest folly bring him to despair.
[exeunt 0. Art. and O. Lus. Y. Lus. Sweet saint ! continue still this patience, For time will bring him to true penitence. Mirror of virtue! thanks for my good cheer, A thousand thanks.
Mis. Art. It is so much too dear; But you are welcome for
husband's sake ; His guests shall have best welcome I can make. Y. Lus. Than marriage, nothing in the world more com
mon ; Nothing more rare than such a virtuous woman. [exit.
Mis. Art. My husband in this humour, well I know,
Plays but the unthrift; therefore, it behoves me
[she sits down to work in front of the house.
Ans. Aye, say you so ?
Ful. Beware of blushing, sirrah,
Ans. Fair mistress, God save you !
ass is he