Denis. I am gone, Syr.
Lord Av. Nowe, sweete ladye, have you doon?
Lady. As you commanded.
Lord Av. Itt wants nothinge nowe
But seale and superscription; I’l see’t doone.
And marke mee nowe; at evensonge, passinge through
The cloyster to the chappell, when the fryar
Amongst the rest bowes with his wonted duckes,
Add rather then deminish from your smiles
And wonted favours. Let this shee post then
Conveigh this letter to the fryar’s close fist,
Who no dowbt gapes for answer.
Lady. All shall bee
As you instructe; but punishe, syr, with pitty;
Putt him to payne or shame, but deathe, alas,
Is too seveare.
Lord Av. Tush, wyfe, feare not; think’st
thou Ile quale a churchman?
Enter after a great noyse
within, the Clowne,
meetinge with Ashburne and Godfrey.
Clowne. If this villadge bee inhabited with men as this place within is with monsters; if with men that have eyes and can distinguishe bewty, or that have hartes and therfore saver of pitty; if you bee fathers and know what belonges to children, or christians and therefore what is ment by charity; if husbandmen and have hope of your harvest, or marchants of your trade’s increase; if fishermen that would thryve by your labours, or any of all these that would be knowne by your honesty—
Ashburne. Many of those thou namest have place in us, Great’st part if not all.
Clowne. Then lend your helpeinge hands to succor, releive, defend, deliver, save, serve, patronadge, abett and mynteyn—
Ashb. Whom, what?
Clowne. Bewty, vertue, purity, syncerity, softnes, sweetenes, innocens, and chastity.
Ashb. Gainst what? gainst whome?
Cl. Oppression, frawde, rudenes, reproch, synn, shame, debate, discourse, theft, rapine, contempt of religion and breach of sanctury, against a magazine of misdemeanors and a whole monopoly of mischeif.
Godf. I knowe the busines, syr, if in
These are the too distressed wrecks at sea
We sawe this morninge floatinge, sweeter guerles
I never yet sett ey on, and opprest
By too ill lookeinge raskells that to warme them
Wisht all the towne a bonefire—
Ashb. Miscreant slaves! For one younge damsell’s sake I once cald daughter, And in the absens of there greater frends, I’l stand betwixt them and these injuryes.
Clowne. These are they after whome I have been seeking, and my mayster was enquiringe. If you will but secure them heare in the villadge whilst I carry woord to my mayster in the citty, you shall doo me a curtesye and him a most noble offyce.