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Tho. Well said, Sir Geffrey. Sir Gef. Daunce. Lady. October the xvth, 1635. 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.
Sir Hu. Sir Gef. Yes, yes, I can; but let me see, I have almost forgott; to say truth, I never heard the reason, but as the wisest guess hum, hum he should have had her daughter. Crac. I might have had her my self, you know, uncle. Sir Gef. Peace, Nephew, peace, give Justice leave to speake. As I related, the reason I related, Sir, was as I told you. Sir Hu. You told me nothing yet, Sir Geffery.
Meantime you must remaine Saffe prissoners untill the Judges sitt, Who best may give a sentence on your fact. Tho. And what for me? Sir Gef. I, what for him, Mr Justice? Sir Hu. Sure your words Rather proceed from some distraction Then from similitude of truth. You may Begon, we do quitt you. Tho. Suc. Death, Sir! Dare you presume to draw before us men Of stout performance? Sir Gef.
Madam, I should have bin more fortunate to have scene you In any place but this; and here, In any other cause then this, I would use you As the precedent carridge of your life Has merited, but cannot: y'are a prisoner Convict of murder, a most hideous crime Gainst law and nature. Sir Gef. Yes, marry is it, and that she shall find ere we have don. Bunch, read their indictments, Bunch.
Your peevish nicenes settle your affections To a more fayre demeaner towards their worth, Or you shall seeke a Mother and a portion. Crac. Nay, if you take away their portions, Ile Meddle no further with them. Lady. Cla. Was it you, good knight of the ill favord Countenance, Who procurd us these loving admonitions? Sir Gef. Nay, and you begin agen, Ile call your Ladie Mother. Suc.
They are not come yet to confession, sir. Sir Gef. Noe matter for that, Bunch; with the Judges leave weele here their confession before they come, that we may know the better to state the cause when they doe come. Ist not best, thinke you? Sir Hu. Who shall speake for them, thinke you? Sir Gef.
Pish, I doe but drill her For you, friend; you shall have her, say your Captaine Sayes it, whose words doe ventilate destruction To all who do oppugn what they designe. Sir Gef. Come, you shall love me. Cla. Sir Gef. Madam! madam! shees in her old fitt! Cla.
You sir, weele have you hangd to, sir, with the Steward. Sir Hu. We doe forgive him; twas his passion. Tis manly to forbeare infirmities In noble soules. Away with the delinquents, officers! Sir Gef. I charge you looke to them: there is some rescue intended, I warrant you. Con. Sir, yonder are some six or seaven without, Attird like Masquers, that will not be denied Admittance. Sir Hu.
Lov. She turnes againe. Sir Gef. Certainly, Madam, I can see no cause Wherefore at first you might not, without putting My Knighthood to this trouble, have matched with me Your selfe; it had been somewhat fitter. Enter Belisea and Clariana. Bel. Are these fooles here? Lady. Bel. I hope they cannot blame us, we have usd them With that respect our modesties allowd. Lady.
Y. M. Whoe, what is he? speake, For heavens sake, speake: were he defensd with clouds Or circled with unsteadfast boggs, my rage Should cut a passage to him. Lady. Sir Gef. O here she is.
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