| I pray send your sister down with all speed to me; I hope |
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| it will prove much for her good in the way of her |
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| preferment. Fail me not, I desire you, son, nor let any |
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| excuse of hers withhold her. I have sent, ready furnished, |
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| horse and man for her. |
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| ABERZANES |
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| [Aside to FRANCISCA] Now, have I thought upon you? |
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| FRANCISCA [To him] Peace, good sir. |
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| You’re worthy of a kindness another time. |
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| ANTONIO |
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| Her will shall be obeyed. Sister prepare yourself. |
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| You must down with all speed. |
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| FRANCISCA [Aside] I know down I must – |
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| And good speed send me! |
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| ANTONIO ’Tis our mother’s pleasure. |
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| FRANCISCA |
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| Good sir, write back again and certify her |
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| I’m at my heart’s wish here. I’m with my friends, |
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| And can be but well, say. |
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| ANTONIO You shall pardon me sister; |
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| I hold it no wise part to contradict her, |
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| Nor would I counsel you to’t. |
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| FRANCISCA ’Tis so uncouth |
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| Living i’th’ country now I’m used to’th’ city, |
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| That I shall ne’er endure’t. |
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| ABERZANES Perhaps, forsooth, |
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| ’Tis not her meaning you shall live there long. |
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| I do not think but after a month or so |
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| You’ll be sent up again; that’s my conceit. |
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| However, let her have her will. |
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| ANTONIO Ay, good sir, |
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| Great reason ’tis she should. |
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| ISABELLA I am sorry, sister, |
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| ’Tis our hard fortune thus to part so soon. |
| FRANCISCA |
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| The sorrow will be mine. |
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| ANTONIO Please you walk in sir. |
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| We’ll have one health into those northern parts – |
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| [Aside] Though I be sick at heart. |
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| ABERZANES Ay, sir, a deep one – |
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| Exeunt [ISABELLA, ANTONIO and GENTLEMAN] |
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| [Aside to FRANCISCA] Which you shall pledge too. |
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| FRANCISCA [To ABERZANES] You shall pardon me; |
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| I have pledged one too deep already sir. |
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| ABERZANES |
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| [To FRANCISCA] Peace; all’s provided for. Thy wine’s laid in, |
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| Sugar and spice, the place not ten mile hence. |
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| What cause have maids now to complain of men, |
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| When a farmhouse can make all whole again? |
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| Exeunt [FRANCISCA and ABERZANES] |
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| SEBASTIAN |
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| It takes! He’s no content. How well she bears it yet. |
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| Hardly myself can find so much from her |
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| That am acquainted with the cold disease. |
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| Oh honesty’s a rare wealth in a woman! |
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| It knows no want, at least will express none, |
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| Not in a look. Yet I’m not throughly happy. |
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| His ill does me no good. Well may it keep me |
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| From open rage and madness for a time, |
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| But I feel heart’s grief in the same place still. |
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| What makes the greatest torment ’mongst lost souls? |
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| ’Tis not so much the horror of their pains, |
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| Though they be infinite, as the loss of joys; |
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| It is that deprivation is the mother |
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| Of all the groans in hell, and here on earth |
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| Of all the red sighs in the hearts of lovers. |
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| Still she’s not mine, that can be no man’s else |
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| Till I be nothing, if religion |
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| Have the same strength for me as’t has for others. |
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| Holy vows witness that our souls were married! |
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