_Fath._ Why do you hinder me then? stand away, And I will rid her quickly.
_Lel._ Would I were Clear of this business, yet I cannot pray.
_Ang._ Oh, be advis'd, why you were better kill her If she were good, convey her from this place, Where none but you, and such as you appoint, May visit her; where, let her hear of nought But death and damning, which she hath deserv'd, Till she be truly, justly sorrowful, And then lay mercy to her, who does know But she may mend?
_Ang._ To my house, 'Tis large, and private, I will lend it you.
_Fath._ I thank you, Sir, and happily it fits With some design I have: but how shall we Convey her?
_Fath._ For she will scratch and kick, and scream so loud That people will be drawn to rescue her.
_Ang._ Why? none can hear her here but her own maid, Who is as fast as she.
_Ang._ Why, we will take 'em both into the Kitchen, There bind 'em, and then gag 'em, and then throw 'em Into a Coach I'll bring to the back-door, And hurry 'em away.
_Fath._ It shall be so, I owe you much for this, and I may pay you, There is your Sword, lay hold upon her quickly, This way with me, thou disobedient Child, Why does thy stubborn heart beat at thy breast? Let it be still, for I will have it search'd Till I have found a Well of living tears Within it, that shall spring out of thine eyes, And flow all o'r thy Body foul'd with sin, Till it have wash'd it quite without a stain. [_They drag her._
_Lel._ Help, help, ah! ah! Murther, I shall be murthered, I shall be murthered.
_Lod._ This roguey Captain has made fine work with us.
_Pis._ I would the Devil in a storm would carry him Home to his Garrison again; I ake all over, That I am sure of; certainly my Body Is of a wild-fire, for my head rings backward, Or else I have a morise in my brains.
_Lod._ I'll deal no more with Souldiers; well remembred, Did not the Vision promise to appear About this time again?
_Pis._ Yes, here he comes; He's just on's word.
_Fath._ O, they be here together, She's penitent, and by my troth I stagger Whether (as now she is) either of these Two fools be worthy of her; yet because Her youth is prone to fall again, ungovern'd, And marriage now may stay her, one of 'em; And _Piso_, since I understand him abler, Shall be the man; the other bear the charges, And willingly, as I will handle it. I have a Ring here, which he shall believe Is sent him from a woman I have thought of; But e're I leave it, I'll have one of his In pawn worth two on't; for I will not lose By such a mess of sugar-sops as this is: I am too old.