_Fr._ Most vertuous Maid, I have done, forgive my follies: Pardon, O pardon, I now see my wickedness, And what a monstrous shape it puts upon me, On your fair hand I seal. _Enter_ Ju. _Ju._ Down with the door. _Ma._ We are betraid, oh _Frank, Frank_. _Fr._ I'll dye for ye Rather than you shall suffer, I'll-- [_Enter all._ _Ju._ Now enter. Enter sweet Gentlemen, mine eyes, mine eyes, Oh how my head [a]kes. _1._ Is it possible? _2._ Hold her, she sinks. _Ma._ A plot upon my honor To poyson my fair name, a studied villany, Farewell, as I have hope of peace, I am honest. _Ju._ My brains, my brains, my monstrous brains, they bud sure. _Nu._ She is gone, she is gone. _Ju._ A handsome riddance of her. Would I could as easily lose her memory. _Nur._ Is this the sweet of Marriage, have I bred thee For this reward? _1._ Hold, hold, he's desperate too. _Ju._ Be sure ye hold him fast, we'll bind him over To the next Sessions, and if I can, I'll hang him. _Fr._ Nay then I'll live to be a terror to thee, Sweet Virgin Rose farewell: heaven has thy beauty, That's only fit for heaven. I'll live a little To find the Villain out that wrought this injury, And then most blessed soul, I'll climb up to thee. Farewell, I feel my self another creature. [_Exit._ _La._ Oh misery of miseries. _Nu._ I told ye Madam. _La._ Carry her in, you will pay back her portion? _Ju._ No not a penny, pay me back my credit, And I'll condition wi'ye. _La._ A sad wedding, Her grave must be her Bridal bed: oh _Mall_, Would I had wed thee to thy own content, Then I had had thee still. _Ju._ I am mad, farewell, Another wanton wife will prove a hell. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Secundus._ _Enter_ Tom. Lurch, _and his Boy_. _Lur._ What hast thou done? _Boy._ I have walked through all the lodgings. A silence as if death dwelt there inhabits. _Lur._ What hast thou seen? _Boy._ Nought but a sad confusion Every thing left in such a loose disorder That were there twenty theeves, they would be laden. _Lu._ 'Tis very well, I like thy care, but 'tis strange A wedding night should be so solitary. _Boy._ Certainly there is some cause, some death or sickness Is faln suddenly upon some friend, Or some strange news is come. _Lu._ Are they all a bed? _Boy._ I think so, and sound asleep, unless it be Some women that keep watch in a low parlor, And drink, and weep, I know not to what end. _Lur._ Where's all the plate?