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He calls it slavery to be preferr'd ;
SCENE IV.-Another Apartment in the same.
Enter HUSBAND and the MASTER of a College.
Mast. 'T is not my fashion, sir, to dwell in long circumstance, but to be plain and effectual; therefore to the purpose. The cause of my setting forth was piteous and lamentable. That hopeful young gentleman, your brother, whose virtues we all love dearly, through your default and unnatural negligence lies in bond executed for your debt, -a prisoner; all his studies amazed, his hope struck dead, and the pride of his youth muffled in these dark clouds of oppression.
Hus. Umph, umph, umph!
Mast. O you have killed the towardest hope of all our university : wherefore, without repentance and amends, expect ponderous and sudden judgments to fall grievously upon you. Your brother, a man who profited in his divine employments, and might have made ten thousand souls fit for heaven, is now by your careless courses cast into prison, which you must answer for; and assure your spirit it will come home at length.
Hus. O God! oh!
Mast. Wise men think ill of you; others speak ill of you ; no man loves you: nay, even those whom honesty condemns, condemn you: And take this from the virtuous affection I bear your brother; never look for prosperous hour, good thoughts, quiet sleep, contented walks, nor anything that makes man perfect, till you redeem him. What is your answer? How will you bestow him? Upon desperate misery, or better hopes ?-I suffer till I hear your answer. Hus. Sir, you have much wrought with me; I feel you
soul : you are your art's master. I never had sense till now; your syllables have cleft me. Both for your words and pains I thank you. I cannot but acknowledge grievous wrongs done to my brother ; mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty wrongs.
Enter a Servant. Hus. Fill me a bowl of wine. [Exit Servant.] Alas, poor brother, bruis'd with an execution for my sake!
Mast. A bruise indeed makes many a mortal sore,
Re-enter Servant, with wine.
Mast. I could have wish'd it better for your sake.
Hus. Let it be so. Now, sir, if you please to spend but a few minutes in a walk about my grounds below, my man here shall attend you. I doubt not but by that time to be furnished of a sufficient answer, and therein my brother fully satisfied.
Mast. Good sir, in that the angels would be pleas'd, And the world's murmurs calm d; and I should say, I set forth then upon a lucky day. [Ereunt MASTER and Servant.
Hus. O thou confused man! Thy pleasant sins have undone thee; thy damnation has beggared thee. That heaven should say we must not sin, and yet made women! give our senses way to find pleasure, which, being found, confounds us! Why should we know those things so much misuse us ? O, would virtue had been forbidden! We should then have proved all virtuous; for 't is our blood to love what we are forbidden. Had not drunkenness been forbidden, what man would have been fool to a beast, and zany to a swine,—to show tricks in the mire? What is there in three dice, to make a man draw thrice three thousand acres into the compass of a little round table, and with the gentleman's palsy in the hand shake out his posterity thieves or beggars ? 'T is done ; I have done it, i' faith : terrible, horrible misery ! ---How well was I left! Very well, very well. My lands showed like a full moon about me; but now the moon is in the last quarter,—waning, waning; and I am mad to think that moon was mine; mine, and my father's, and my forefathers'; generations, generations. — Down goes the house of us; down, down it sinks. Now is the name a beggar; begs in me. That name which hundreds of years has made this shire famous, in me and my posterity runs out. In my seed five are made miserable besides myself: my riot is now my brother's gaoler, my wife's sighing, my three boys' penury, and mine own confusion. Why sit my hairs upon my cursed head ?
[Tears his hair. Will not this poison scatter them? O, my brother is In execution among devils that Stretch him and make him give; and I in want, Not able for to live, nor to redeem him ! Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell; Slavery and misery. Who, in this case, Would not take up money upon his soul ? Pawn his salvation, live at interest ? I, that did ever in abundance dwell, For me to want, exceeds the throes of hell.
• The game called passage, or pass-dice, was played with three dice.
Enter a little Boy with a Top and Scourge. Son. What ail you, father? Are you not well? I cannot scourge my top as long as you stand so. You take up all the room with your wide legs. Puh! you cannot make me afraid with this; I fear no vizards, nor bugbears. [He takes up the Child by the skirts of his long coat with one hand,
and draws his dagger with the other.
[Strikes him. Son. O, you hurt me,
Son. How shall I learn, now my head 's broke?
[Exit with his Son.
A Maid discovered with a Child in her arms; the Mother on a couch by
Enter HUSBAND, with his Son bleeding.
Hus. Are you gossiping, you prating, sturdy quean ? I'll break your clamour with your neck. Down stairs; Tumble, tumble, headlong. So :
[He throws her down, and stabs the Child. The surest way to charm a woman's tongue, Is-break her neck : a politician did it. Son. Mother, mother ; I am kill'd, mother!
(WIFE awakes. Wife. Ha, who's that cried ? O me! my children! Both, both, bloody, bloody!
[Catches up the youngest Child. VOL. XII.
Hus. Strumpet, let go the boy; let go the beggar.
[Stabs at the Child in her arms.
[She is hurt, and sinks down. Hus. And perish !-Now be gone: There's whores enough, and want would make thee one.
Enter a Servant.
Hus. Base slave, my vassal!
Ser. Were you the devil, I would hold you, sir.
Hus. () villain ! now I'll tug thee, now I 'll tear thee;
SCENE VJ.-Court before the House.
Enter HUSBAND; to him the MASTER of the College.
look of a distracted colour.
Mast. I shall be glad to see it : Sir, I 'll attend you.
SCENE VII.-A Room in the House.
The WIFE, Servant, and Children discovered.
Enter the MASTER of the College and two Servants.
Mast. A deadly greeting! Hath he summ'd up these
Wife. Oh! oh!
Mast. Surgeons ! surgeons ! she recovers life :-One of his men all faint and bloodied !
1 Ser. Follow; our murtherous master has took horse To kill his child at nurse. O, follow quickly.
Mast. I am the readiest; it shall be my charge To raise the town upon him.
1 Ser. Good sir, do follow him. [Exeunt Master and two Servants.
Wife. Why do I now recover? Why half live,
1 Ser. I, thinking to prevent what his quick mischiefs
Wife. What is it has beguild him of all grace,
Enter a Servant.
Wife. Willing to leave it ?