_Tho_. Madam, The surplusage of love that's in my breast Must needs have vent in gratulation Of your full ioyes. Would you mind your promise, And make me fortunate in your love! _Lady_. Sir, I have vowd, Since by my meanes my daughter and her love Perishd unhappily, to seclude my selfe From mans Society. [_Bonvil, Belisia, and Grimes discover_. _Tho_. Weele cancell That obligation quickly.--Lady, I now Will urge your promise: twas a plot betwixt us To give them out for drownd, least your pursuite Should have impeachd their marriage, which is now Most iustly consummate; and[138] only I Remaine at your devotion for a wife. _Lady_. Take her, And with me a repentance as profound As Anchorites for their sin pay. _Sir Hu_. Madam, how blest am I To see you thus past hope recovered, My mirth at your faire wedding shall demonstrate. _Sir Gef_. I will daunce too, that[s] certain, though I breake my legs or get the tissick. [_Suc_.[139] Doe you know me, Sir? _Bon_. Yes, very well, sir. _Suc_. You are married, sir. _Bon_. I, what of that? _Suc_. Nothing, but send you Joy, sir?] _Lady_. But where's my Steward? hees not hangd I hope: This mirth admits no Tragedy. _Gri_. Behold the figure. _Alex_. I crave forgivenesse. _Lady_. Goe to, you have it. _Alex_. Thanke you, madam,--I, I will goe to and goe to, and there be ere a wench to be got for love or money, rath[er] then plot murder: tis the sweeter sinn of [the two]; besides, theres noe danger of ones cragg; [the] worst is but stand in one sheet for ly[ing] in two: and therefore goe to and goe to, I [say] and I sayt agen. _Sir Gef_. _Bunch_ take my cloake, _Bunch_; it shal [not] be sed, so many weddings and nere a Da[nce]: for soe many good turnes the hangman ha done you, theres one for all, hey! _Tho_. Well said, Sir _Geffrey_. _Sir Gef_. Hey, when I was young! but come, we loose [time]: every one his lasse, and stricke up Musick! _Daunce_. _Lady_. Now, gentlemen, my thanks to all, and since [I]t is my good hap to escape these ills, Goe in with me and celebrate this feast With choyse solemnitie; where our discourse Shall merrily forgett these harmes, and prove Theres no Arraingment like to that of love. [_Exeunt omnes_. FINIS. _This Play, call'd the Lady Moth[er] (the Reformacons observ'd) may be acted. October the xvth_, 1635. WILL. BLAGRAVE, _Dept. to the [Master] of the Revell[s]_. INTRODUCTION TO THE TRAGEDY OF SIR JOHN VAN OLDEN BARNAVELT. I have never met anywhere with the slightest allusion to this fine historical play, now for the first time printed from a MS.[140] in the British Museum (Add. MS. 18,653). It is curious that it should have been left to the present editor to call attention to a piece of such extraordinary interest; for I have no hesitation in predicting that Barnavelt's Tragedy, for its splendid command of fiery dramatic rhetoric, will rank among the masterpieces of English dramatic literature.