A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 401 pages of information about A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2.

A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 401 pages of information about A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2.

Hen.  What life, what honour meane you? Eleonora, What is the matter?  Who hath lost anything?

Ele.  Thou impudent as impious, I have lost—­

Hen.  Doe you call me names?

Ele.  The solace of my life, for which—­

Hen.  A fine new name for a maydenhead!

Ele.  May all the curses of all iniured weomen Fall on thy head!

Hen.  Would not the curses of all good ones serve? 
So many might perhaps be borne:  but, pray,
Tell me what moves you thus?  Why stand you soe
Aloofe, my Lord?  I doe not love to bee
Usd like a stranger:  welcome’s all I looke for.

Fer.  What boldnesse beyond madnesse gives him languadge! 
Nothing but well-bred stuffe! canst see my daughter
And not be strooke with horrour of thy shame
To th’ very heart?  Is’t not enough, thou Traytour,
To my poore Girles dishonour to abuse her,
But thou canst yett putt on a divells visour
To face thy fact & glory in her woe?

Hen.  I would I were acquainted with your honours meaning all this while.

Fer.  The forreine Enemy which came to the Citty
And twice dancd on the Sea before it, waving
Flaggs of defyance & of fury to it,
Were nor before nor now this second time
So cruell as thou.  For when they first were here
Now well nigh 40 yeares since, & marched through
The very heart of this place, trampled on
The bosomes of our stoutest soldiers,
The weomen yet were safe, Ladyes were free
And that by the especial command
Of the then noble Generall:  & now being safe
From common danger of our enemyes,
Thou lyon-like hast broake in on a Lambe
And preyd upon her.

Hen.  How have I preyd?

Fer.  Dost thou delight To heare it named, villaine, th’hast ravisht her.

Hen.  I am enough abusd, & now ’tis time
To speake a litle for my selfe, my Lord. 
By all the vowes, the oathes & imprecations
That ere were made, studied, or practised,
As I have a soule, as she & you have soules,
I doe not know, nor can, nor will confesse
Any such thing, for all your Circumventions: 
Ile answer all by Law.

Ele.  Oh, my Lord, heare me!  By all that’s good—­

Fer.  Peace, Eleonora; I have thought the Course. 
If you dare justify the accusation
You shall to Sherrys, and then before the Judges
Plead your owne cause.

Hen.  And there Ile answer it.

Fer.  There, if you prove the Rape, he shalbe forcd
Eyther to satisfy you by marriage
Or else to loose his periurd head.

Hen.  I am content. 
And instantly I will away to Sherrys,
There to appeale to the high Court of Justice: 
’Tis time, I thinke, such slanderous accusations
Assayling me; but there I shalbe righted.

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