Further than penitent tears have power to quench. Gen. I would see some of them. Wife. You behold them now (If you look on me with charitable eyes), Gen. May I presume 't ? Wife. I kneel to both your mercies. Gen. Knowest thou what a witch is? Ör, after mature recollection, can be Gen. Tell me, are those tears As full of true-hearted penitence, Gen. Rise, and as I do, so Heaven pardon me ; Frank Hospitality. Gentlemen, welcome, 'tis a word I use; From me expect no further compliment : 1 Compare this with a story in the Arabian Nights, where a man discovers his wife to be a goul. Nor do I name it often at one meeting; Nor shall you find, am sorry Being set to meat, that I 'll excuse your fare, FURTHER EXTRACTS FROM A Household Bewitched. My uncle's late become the sole discourse A House (as if the ridge were fix'd below, In such a retrograde and preposterous way The good man in all obedience kneels unto his son; The wife presumes not in the daughter's sight Who quakes and trembles at each word she speaks ; FORTUNE BY LAND AND SEA. Old FOREST forbids his Son to sup with some riotous gallants; who goes notwithstanding, and is slain. SCENE. A Tavern. RAINSWORTH, FOSTER, GOODWIN. To them enters FRANK FOREST. Rain. Now, Frank, how stole you from your father's arms? You have been schooled, no doubt: fie, fie upon 't. To an old greybeard, 'sfoot, I'd hang myself. Frank. O pardon him! you know he is my father, Cannot severely follow. Rain. 'Sfoot, he's a fool. Frank. A fool! y're aFost. Nay, gentlemen Frank. Yet I restrain my tongue, Hoping you speak out of some spleenful rashness, Rain. Sorry, sir boy! you will not take exceptions? Frank. Not against you with willingness, whom I have loved so long. Yet you might think me a most dutiless and ungracious son, to give smooth countenance unto my father's wrong. Come, I dare swear 'twas not your malice and I take it so. Let's frame some other talk. Hear, gentle men Rain. But hear me, boy! it seems, sir, you are angry Frank. Not thoroughly yet— Rain. Then what would anger Frank. Nothing from you. thee? Rain. Of all things under heaven What wouldst thou loathest have me do? Frank. I would Not have you wrong my reverent father, and I hope you will not. Rain. Thy father 's an old dotard. Frank. I would not brook this at a monarch's hand, Much less at thine. Rain. Ay, boy! then take you that. Frank. Oh! I am slain. Good. Sweet coz, what have you done! [They fight. Shift for [Exeunt. ; Enter Two Drawers. 1st Dr. Stay the gentlemen; they have killed a man. Oh, sweet Mr Francis! One run to his father's. 2nd Dr. Hark, hark! I hear his father's voice below. Ten to one he is come to fetch him home to supper and now he may carry him home to his grave. Enter the HOST, OLD FOREST, and SUSAN his daughter. Host. You must take comfort, sir. For. Is he dead, is he dead, girl? Sus. Oh, dead, sir: Frank is dead. For. Alas, alas! my boy! I have not the heart A stranger to my dead boy? Host. How can it otherwise? For. Oh, me, most wretched of all wretched men ! If to a stranger his warm bleeding wounds Appear so grisly and so lamentable, How will they seem to me, who am his father? Will they not hale my eyebrows from their rounds, And with an everlasting blindness strike them? Sus. O, sir, look here! For. Dost long to have me blind? Then I'll behold them, since I know thy mind. Oh, me! Is this my son that doth so senseless lie, And swims in blood? my soul with his shall fly Unto the land of rest. Behold I crave, Being kill'd with grief, we both may have one grave. Sus. Alas, my father's dead too! gentle sir, Help to retire his spirits, over-travailed With age and sorrow. Host. Mr Forest! |