A Select Collection of Old English Plays Volume Ix Part 112

ILF. O, seal it with a kiss. Bless'd hour! my life had never joy till this.

_Enter_ WENTLOE _and_ BARTLEY _beneath_.

BAR. Hereabout is the house, sure.

WEN. We cannot mistake it; for here's the sign of the Wolf, and the bay-window.

_Enter_ BUTLER _above_.

BUT. What, so close? 'Tis well I have s.h.i.+fted away your uncles, mistress. But see the spite of Sir Francis! if yon same couple of smell-smocks, Wentloe and Bartley, have not scented after us.

ILF. A pox on them! what shall we do then, butler?

BUT. What, but be married straight, man?

ILF. Ay, but how, butler?

BUT. Tut, I never fail at a dead lift; for, to perfect your bliss, I have provided you a priest.

ILF. Where? prythee, butler, where?

BUT. Where but beneath in her chamber? I have filled his hands with coin, and he shall tie you fast with words; he shall close your hands in one, and then do clap yourself into her sheets, and spare not.

ILF. O sweet!

[_Exit_ ILFORD _with_ SCARBOROW'S SISTER.[415]

BUT. Down, down, 'tis the only way for you to get up.

Thus in this task for others' good I toil, And she, kind gentlewoman, weds herself, Having been scarcely woo'd, and ere her thoughts Have learn'd to love him that, being her husband, She may relieve her brothers in their wants; She marries him to help her nearest kin: I make the match, and hope it is no sin.

WEN. 'Sfoot, it is scurvy walking for us so near the two Counters; would he would come once!

BAR. Ma.s.s, he's yonder: now, Butler.

BUT. O gallants, are you here? I have done wonders for you, commended you to the gentlewomen who, having taken note of your good legs and good faces, have a liking to you; meet me beneath.

BOTH. Happy butler.

BUT. They are yours, and you are theirs; meet me beneath, I say.

[_Exeunt_ WENTLOE _and_ BARTLEY.

By this they are wed; ay, and perhaps have bedded.

Now follows whether, knowing she is poor, He'll swear he lov'd her, as he swore before.

[_Exit_ BUTLER.

ACT V.

_Enter_ ILFORD _with_ SCARBOROW'S SISTER.

ILF. Ho, sirrah, who would have thought it? I perceive now a woman may be a maid, be married, and lose her maidenhead, and all in half an hour.

And how dost like me now, wench?

SIS. As doth befit your servant and your wife, That owe you love and duty all my life.

ILF. And there shall be no love lost, nor service neither; I'll do thee service at board, and thou shalt do me service a-bed: now must I, as young married men use to do, kiss my portion out of my young wife. Thou art my sweet rogue, my lamb, my pigsny, my playfellow, my pretty-pretty anything. Come, a buss, prythee, so 'tis my kind heart; and wots thou what now?

SIS. Not till you tell me, sir.

ILF. I have got thee with child in my conscience, and, like a kind husband, methinks I breed it for thee. For I am already sick at my stomach, and long extremely. Now must thou be my helpful physician, and provide for me.

SIS. Even to my blood, What's mine is yours, to gain your peace or good.

ILF. What a kind soul is this! Could a man have found a greater content in a wife, if he should have sought through the world for her? Prythee, heart, as I said, I long, and in good troth I do, and methinks thy first child will be born without a nose, if I lose my longing: 'tis but for a trifle too; yet methinks it will do me no good, unless thou effect it for me. I could take thy keys myself, go into thy closet, and read over the deeds and evidences of thy land, and in reading over them, rejoice I had such blessed fortune to have so fair a wife with so much endowment, and then open thy chests, and survey thy plate, jewels, treasure; but a pox on't, all will do me no good, unless thou effect it for me.

SIS. Sir, I will show you all the wealth I have Of coin, of jewels, and possessions.

ILF. Good gentle heart, I'll give thee another buss for that: for that, give thee a new gown to-morrow morning by this hand; do thou but dream what stuff and what fas.h.i.+on thou wilt have it on to-night.

SIS. The land I can endow you with's my Love: The riches I possess for you is Love, A treasure greater than is land or gold, It cannot be forfeit, and it shall ne'er be sold.

ILF. Love, I know that; and I'll answer thee love for love in abundance: but come, prythee, come, let's see these deeds and evidences--this money, plate, and jewels. Wilt have thy child born without a nose? if thou be'st so careless, spare not: why, my little frappet, you, I heard thy uncles talk of thy riches, that thou hadst hundreds a year, several lords.h.i.+ps, manors, houses, thousands of pounds in your great chest; jewels, plate, and rings in your little box.

SIS. And for that riches you did marry me?

ILF. Troth, I did, as nowadays bachelors do: swear I lov'd thee, but indeed married thee for thy wealth.

SIS. Sir, I beseech you say not your oaths were such, So like false coin being put unto the touch; Who bear a flourish in the outward show Of a true stamp, but truly[416] are not so.

You swore me love, I gave the like to you: Then as a s.h.i.+p, being wedded to the sea, Does either sail or sink, even so must I, You being the haven, to which my hopes must fly.

ILF. True, chuck, I am thy haven, and harbour too, And like a s.h.i.+p I took thee, who brings home treasure As thou to me the merchant-venturer.

SIS. What riches I am ballast with are yours.

ILF. That's kindly said now.

SIS. If but with sand, as I am but with earth, Being your right, of right you must receive me: I have no other lading but my love, Which in abundance I will render you.

If other freight you do expect my store, I'll pay you tears: my riches are no more.

ILF. How's this? how's this? I hope you do but jest.

SIS. I am sister to decayed Scarborow.