THE HONEST WHORE.
24182417Y'are but a
scuruy Spaniell; hone
st Lord,
24192418Good Lady: Zounds their loue is iu
st, tis good,
24202419And Ile preuent you, tho I
swim in bloud.
Exit. 24212420Enter Frier Anselmo, Hipolito, Mathaeo, Infaeliche. 24222421Hip. Nay, nay, re
solue good father, or deny.
24232422Ans. You pre
sse me to an a
ct, both full of danger,
24242423And full of happine
sse, for I behold.
24252424Your fathers
frownes, his threats, nay perhaps death,
24262425To him that dare doe this, yet noble Lord,
24272426Such comfortable beames breake through the
se clowdes,
24282427By this ble
st mariage, that your honord word
24292428Being pawnd in my defence) I will tie fa
st,
24302429The holy wedding Knot.
Hip. Tu
sh feare not the Duke.
24312430Ans. O
sonne, wi
sely to feare: Is to be
free
from feare.
24322431Hip. You haue our words, and you
shall haue our liues,
24332432To guard you
safe
from all en
suing danger.
24352434Ans. Stay, when i
st fit for me,
safe
st for you,
24382437Ans. Be't
so, there is a chappell
stands hard by,
24392438Vpon the We
st end of the Abbey wall,
24402439Thether conuay your
selues, and when the
sunne
24412440Hath turnd his back vpon this vpper world,
24422441Ile mary you, that done, no thnndring voice,
24432442Can breake the
sacred bond, yet Lady here you are mo
st safe.
24442443Infae. Father your lou's mo
st deere.
24452444Mat. I well
said locke vs into
some little roome by our
24462445selues that we may be mad for an houre or two.
24472446Hip. O good
Mathaeo no, lets make no noi
se.
24482447Mat. How! no noi
se! do you know where you are: sfoot
24492448amon
st all the mad-caps in
Millan:
so that to throw the hou
se
24502449out at window will be the better, & no man will
su
spe
ct that
24512450we lurke here to
steale mutton: the more
sober we are, the
24522451more
scuruy tis. And tho the Frier tell vs, that heere we are
24532452safe
st, i'me not of his minde, for if tho
se lay here that had lo
st 24542453there mony, none would euer looke after them, but heare are
24552454none but tho
se that haue lo
st their wits, o that if hue and cry
24562455be made, hether theile come, and my rea
son is, becau
se none
I 2 goes