A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. VIII (4th edition) - Various
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PROD. O thou vile, ill-favoured, crow-trodden, pye-pecked ront!
Thou abominable, blind foul-filth,[400] is this thy wont:
First, maliciously to spoil men of their good,
And then by subtle sleights thus to seek their blood?
I abhor thee--I defy thee, wheresoever I go;
I do proclaim myself thy mortal foe.
[_Enter_ TOM TOSS.][401]
TOM TOSS. News, Prodigality, news!
DICER. Good, and God will?
PROD. What news, Tom?
TOSS. I have met with Money.
PROD. Where?
TOSS. Marry, sir, he is going into a strange country
With an old chuff, called Tenacity.
PROD. Tenacity? is that tinker's budget so full of audacity?
TOSS. 'Tis true.
PROD. May we not overtake him?
TOSS. Yes, easily with good horses.
PROD. Let's go then, for God's sake; we'll catch him in a trap.
DICER _and_ TOSS. Go; we will go with you, whatever shall hap.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE V.
_Enter_ VANITY.[402]
VAN. O rotten rope, that thou must be so brittle!
Hadst thou but happened to have held a little,
I had taught my princocks against another time
So to presume Dame Fortune's bower to climb.
To make such a 'scape, his hap was very good:
Well, he 'scaped fair, I swear by the rood:
But will you have me say my fantasy,
_Quod differtur, non aufertur_; for assuredly
The gentleman will never hold himself quiet,
Till once more he come to taste of this diet.
Mark the end.
FOR. Vanity! [_From a window_.
VAN. Madam.
FOR. Is this roister gone?
VAN. Yea, madam, he is gone.
FOR. Then get thee anon,
And cause my attendants to come away,
For here as now I will no longer stay,
But prosecute this foe of mine so fast
By mischiefs all I may, that at the last
He shall arrive unto a wretched end,
And with repentance learn how to offend
A goddess of my state and dignity.
VAN. Lady, to do your will I hasten willingly.
[VANITY _exit_.
FORTUNE _comes down_.
FOR. Dame Fortune's power, her most exceeding might,
Is known by this as an undoubted thing:
Since here most plainly hath appear'd in sight,
How all the world doth hang upon her wing,
How high and low, of all states and degrees,
Do rise and fall again, as she decrees.
Then let not Virtue think it scorn to yield
To Fortune, chief of power, chief sovereignty:
Sith Fortune here by proof hath won the field,
Subdu'd her foes, and got the victory:
For as she list to favour, else to frown,
She hoisteth up, or headlong hurleth down.
[_Enter_ VANITY _again_.][403]
VAN. Madam, here are your vassals ready prest,
To do the thing that Fortune liketh best.
FOR. Well, then, come on to witness this our victory;
Depart we hence with sound of fame triumphantly.
[_Cries of Reverence, due reverence_!
ACT V., SCENE I.
_Enter_ PRODIGALITY, MONEY, TOSS, DICER.
PROD. [_to_ MONEY.] Come on, my bulchin;[404] come on, my fat ox:[405]
Come, porkling, come on; come, pretty twattox.[406]
Why, will it not be? yet faster, a cur'sy![407]
This gentleman of late is waxen so pursy,
As at every land's-end he seeketh to rest him.
How think ye? hath not Tenacity trimly dress'd him?
MON. Prodigality, if thou lovest me, let us here stay:
For sure I can do no more than I may.
I am out of breath, as weary as a dog.
[_He falls down upon his elbow_.
TOSS. A luskish lubber, as fat as a hog!
PROD. Come up, gentle Money; we may not here stay.
MON. I must needs, Prodigality, there is no nay;
For if I should stir me one inch from the ground,
I think I shall die, sure, or fall in a sound.[408]
PROD. Then must you be drawn.
MON. Drawn or hang'd, all is one:
For I cannot stir me; my breath is clean gone.
PROD. How like ye this _grossum corpus_, so mightily grown?
TOSS. I like him the better, that he is your own.
DICER. A more monstrous beast, a beast more unwieldy,
Since first I was born, yet[409] never beheld I.
PROD. Indeed, the whoreson is waxen somewhat too fat;
But we will find medicines to remedy that.
TOSS. Sir, let me but have him a little in cure,
To put my poor practice of physic in ure,
And I dare warrant ye, with a purgation or twain,
I'll quickly rid him out of all this pain.
PROD. I think a glister were better.
DICER. Nay, rather a suppository.
TOSS. Nay, then, what say you to letting of blood?
DICER. I think that some of these should do him good.
Ask the physician.
MON. Prodigality?
PROD. Ho!
MON. I am sick.
PROD. Where, man?
MON. Faith, here, in my belly.
It swells, I assure ye, out of all measure.
PROD. Take heed it grow not to a timpany.
MON. And if it do, what is the danger then?
PROD. A consumption.
MON. A consumption? marry, God forbid, man.
TOSS. What think you now of Tenacity?
Was he your friend or your foe?
MON. Ah, that wretch Tenacity hath brought me to all this woe.
'Twas he, indeed, that sought to destroy me,
In that he would never use or employ[410] me:
But, Prodigality, sweet Prodigality,
Help to provide some present remedy:
Let me not be thus miserably spilt;
Ease me of this, and use me as thou wilt.
Yet had I rather live in state bare and thin,
Than in this monstrous plight that now I am in:
So fatty, so foggy, so out of all measure,
That in myself I take no kind of pleasure.
PROD. Why, rise up then quickly, and let us be gone.
MON. Friends, you must help me, I cannot rise alone.
DICER. Come on, my sweet Money, we must have a mean
To turn this foggy fat to a finer lean.
MON. The sooner the better.
TOSS. Nay, Money, doubt not, but by sweat or by vomit
I warrant thee, boy, shortly thou shalt be rid from it.
PROD. Rid, quotha? if shaving, or boxing, or scouring,
Or 'nointing, or scraping, or purging, or blood-letting,
Or rubbing, or paring, or chafing, or fretting,
Or ought else will rid it, he shall want no ridding. [_Aside_.
Come on, Money, let's be jogging!
_Exeunt_.
SCENE II.
PRODIGALITY, DICER, &c., _to whom enter_ CONSTABLE,
_making hue and cry, and_ HOST.[411]
CON. Thieves, neighbours, thieves! come forth, beset the country.
PROD. Hark! list a while, what might this clamour be?
DICER. 'Zwounds, we are undone, Prodigality;
The constables come after with hue and cry.
TOSS. O Cerberus, what shall we do?
PROD. Stand back, lie close, and let them pass by.
[_They retire_.
CON. Thieves, thieves! O vile, O detestable deed!
Thieves, neighbours! come forth, away, abroad with speed.
Where dwell these constables?
HOST. Why? what's the matter, friend, I pray?
CON. Why, thieves, man, I tell thee, come away.
HOST. Thieves, i'faith? Wife! my scull, my jack, my brown bill.
CON. Come away quickly.
HOST. Dick, Tom, Will, ye whoresons, make ye all ready, and haste;
But let me hear, how stands the case?
[_Follows_ CONSTABLE.[412]
CON. Marry, sir, here-by. Not far from this place,
A plain simple man, riding on his ass,
Meaning home to his country in God's peace to pass,
By certain roisters, most furious and mad,
Is spoiled and robbed of all that he had.
And yet not contented, when they had his money,
But the villains have also murdered him most cruelly.
HOST. Good God, for his mercy!
CON. It was my hap to come then present[ly] by him,
And found him dead, with twenty wounds upon him.
HOST. But what became of them?
CON. They fled this way.
HOST. Then, neighbour, let us here no longer stay,
But hence and lay the country roundabout:
They shall be quickly found, I have no doubt.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE III.
_Enter_ VIRTUE _and_ EQUITY, _with other attendants_.
VIR. My lords, you see how far this worldly state perverted is;
From good declin'd, inclined still to follow things amiss:
You see but very few that make of Virtue any price:
You see all sorts with hungry wills run headlong into vice.
EQ. We see it oft, we sorrow much, and heartily lament,
That of himself man should not have a better government.
VER. The very beasts that be devoid of reason, dull and dumb,
By nature learn to shun those things whereof their hurt may come.
If man were then but as a beast, only by nature taught,
He would also by nature learn to shun what things are nought.
But man with reason is endued: he reason hath for stay;
Which reason should restrain his will from going much astray.
EQ. Madam, 'tis true:
Where reason rules, there is the golden mean.
VER. But most men stoop to stubborn will,
Which conquereth reason clean.
EQ. And will again to fancy yields,
Which twain be special guides,
That train a man to tread ill paths,
Where ease and pleasure bides.
VER. No ease, no pleasure, can be good, that is not got with pains.
EQ. That is the cause from Virtue's love
Man's fancy still refrains.
VER. And pains, I think, they feel likewise,
That unto vice do bend.
EQ. They feel, no doubt: but yet such pains
Come not before the end.
VIR. I grieve for man, that man should be of ill attempts so[413] fain.
EQ. Grieve not for that: evil tasted once, turns him to good again.
VIR. Then will I take a cheerful mind,
Unpleasant thoughts expel,
And cares for man commit to them,
That in the heavens do dwell.
EQ. Do so, dear madam, I beseech you most heartily,
And recreate yourself, before you go hence, with some sweet melody.
_The Song.
If pleasure be the only thing,
That man doth seek so much:
Chief pleasures rest, where virtue rules:
No pleasure[s] can be such.
Though Virtue's ways be very strait,
Her rocks be hard to climb:
Yet such as do aspire thereto,
Enjoy all joys in time.
Plain is the passage unto vice,
The gaps lie wide to ill:
To them that wade through lewdness' lake
The ice is broken still.
This therefore is the difference,
The passage first seems hard
To Virtue's train; but then most sweet
At length is their reward.
To those again, that follow vice,
The way is fair and plain;
But fading pleasures in the end
Are bought with lasting[414] pain.
If pleasure be the only thing, &c_.
SCENE IV.
_Enter_ VIRTUE, EQUITY, LIBERALITY, MONEY, _and the_ SHERIFF.
VIR. Now, my lords, I see no cause but that depart we may.
EQ. Madam, to that shall like you best we willingly obey.
LIB. Yet,[415] lady, stay awhile, and hear of strange adventures.
VIR. Of what adventures tell you? let us know.
LIB. Master Sheriff, of that is happened do you make show.
SHER. Then, may it please you, the effect is this:
There is a certain roister, named Prodigality,
That long about this town hath ruffled in great jollity!
A man long suspected of very lewd behaviour,
Yet standing ever so high in Fortune's favour,
As never till now he could be bewrayed
Of any offence, that to him might be laid:
Now wanting (belike) his wonted bravery,
He thought to supply it by murther and robbery.
EQ. By murther and robbery?
SHER. Yea, sure.
VIR. How?
SHER. This gallant, I tell you, with other lewd franions,
Such as himself, unthrifty companions,
In most cruel sort, by the highway-side,
Assaulted a countryman as he homewards did ride:
Robbed him, and spoiled him of all that they might,
And lastly bereav'd him of his life outright.
VIR. O horrible fact!
SHER. The country hereupon rais'd hue and try straightway:
He is apprehended, his fellows fled away.
I supplying, though unworthy, for this year
The place of an officer, and sheriff of the shire,
To my prince's use, have seized on his money,
And bring you the same, according to my duty:
Praying the party may have the law with speed,
That others may be terrified from so foul a deed.
VIR. So horrible a fact can hardly plead for favour:
Therefore go you, Equity, examine more diligently
The manner of this outrageous robbery:
And as the same by examination shall appear,
Due justice may be done in presence here.
EQ. It shall be done, madam.
SHER. Then, madam, I pray you, appoint some officer to take the money,
That I may return again with Equity.
VIR. Let it be delivered to my steward Liberality.
[_Exeunt_.
LIB. What, Money? how come you to be so fat and foggy?
MON. Surely, sir, by the old chuff, that miser Tenacity.
LIB. How so?
MON. He would never let me abroad to go,
But lock'd me up in coffers, or in bags bound me fast,
That, like a boar in a sty, he fed me at last,
Thus Tenacity did spoil me for want of exercise:
But Prodigality, clean contrariwise,
Did toss me and fleece me, so bare and so thin,
That he left nothing on me but very bone and skin.
LIB. Well, Money, will you bide with him that can devise
To rid you and keep you from these extremities?
MON. Who is that?
LIB. Even myself, Liberality.
MON. Sir, I like you well, and therefore willingly
I am contented with you to remain,
So as you protect me from the other twain.
LIB. I warrant thee.
First, from thy bands I'll set thee free,
And after thy sickness cured shall be.
MON. Thanks and obedience I yield and vow to Liberality.
[_Exit_ MONEY.
_Enter_ CAPTAIN WELL-DONE [_and other_ SUITORS.]
CAP. W. My lord, according to your appointment and will,
I come to attend your pleasure.
LIB. Have you brought your bill?[416]
CAP. W. Yea, my lord.
LIB. Give it me.
I'll be your mean unto the prince, that it may despatched be:
The while take here these hundred crowns, to relieve ye.
CAP. W. God save the queen, and God save Liberality!
2D SUITOR. Sir, I have long served the prince at great expense,
And long have I been promised a recompense:
I beseech you consider of me.
LIB. What, do you serve without fee?
2D SUITOR. Yea, truly, sir.
LIB. Hold, pray for the queen. [_Gives him money_.]
2D SUITOR. It shall be my prayer day and night truly:
God save the queen, and God save Liberality!
3D SUITOR. Now, good my lord, vouchsafe of your charity
To cast here aside your faithful eye
Upon a poor soldier, naked and needy,
That in the queen's wars was maimed, as you see.
LIB. Where have you served?
3D SUITOR. In France, in Flanders; but in Ireland most.
LIB. Under whom?
3D SUITOR. Under Captain Well-done.
CAP. W. He was my soldier indeed, sir, until he lost his leg.
LIB. Hold, pray for the queen. [_Gives him money_.]
3D SUITOR. God save the queen, and God save Liberality!
SCENE V.
_Enter_ TIPSTAVES, LIBERALITY, SHERIFF, CLERKS,
CRIER, PRODIGALITY, [_to whom_] _the_ JUDGE.
TIP. Room, my masters, give place, stand by:
Sir Equity hath sent me to let you understand,
That hither he will resort out of hand,
To sit upon the arraignment of Prodigality.
LIB. In good time.
TIP. Behold, he comes.
LIB. Now, Equity, how falls the matter out?
EQ. That Prodigality is guilty of the fact, no doubt.
And therefore for furtherance of justice effectually,
My lord the judge comes to sit upon him presently:
Wherein we crave your assistance.
LIB. I'll wait upon you.
TIP. Room, my masters, room for my lord: stand by.
_The_ JUDGE _placed, and the_ CLERKS _under him_.
JUDGE. Call for the prisoner.
CLERK. Make an oyes, Crier.
CRIER. Oyes, oyes, oyes!
CLERK. Sheriff of Middlesex.
CRIER. Sheriff of Middlesex.
CLERK. Bring forth the prisoner.
CRIER. Bring forth the prisoner.
CLERK. Prodigality.
CRIER. Prodigality.
CLERK. Pain of the peril shall fall thereon.
CRIER. Pain of the peril shall fall thereon.
SHER. Here, sir.
CLERK. Prodigality, hold up thy hand. [_He holds it up_.
Thou art indicted here by the name of Prodigality,
For that thou, the fourth day of February,
In the three and forty year of the prosperous reign
Of Elizabeth, our dread sovereign,
By the grace of God, of England, France, and Ireland queen,
Defender of the faith, &c.,
Together with the other malefactors yet unknown,
At Highgate,[417] in the county of Middlesex, aforesaid,
Didst feloniously take from one Tenacity,
Of the parish of Pancridge,[418] yeoman, in the said county,
One thousand pounds of gold and silver sterling.
And also, how thyself, the said Prodigality,
With a sword, price twenty shillings, then and there cruelly
Didst give the said Tenacity upon the head
One mortal wound, whereof he is now dead,
Contrary to the queen's peace, her crown, and dignity.
JUDGE. How say'st thou, Prodigality, to this robbery,
Felony, and murther? art thou guilty
Or not guilty?
PROD. My lord, I beseech you
Grant me counsel to plead my cause.
JUDGE. That may not be; it standeth not with our laws.
PROD. Then, good my lord, let me some respite take.
JUDGE. Neither may that be; thus doth the indictment lie,
Thou art accus'd of murther and of robbery,
To which thou must now answer presently,
Whether thou be thereof guilty or not guilty.
PROD. Well, since there is no other remedy,
And that my fact falls out so apparently,
I will confess that indeed I am guilty,
Most humbly appealing to the prince's mercy.
JUDGE. Then what canst thou say for thyself, Prodigality,
That according to the law thou shouldst not die?
PROD. Nothing, my lord; but still appeal to the prince's mercy.
JUDGE. Then hearken to thy judgment: thou,
Prodigality, by that name hast been
Indicted and arraigned here of a robbery,
Murther, and felony, against the laws committed
By thee: the indictment whereof being read unto thee
Here, thou confessest thyself to be guilty therein:
Whereupon I judge thee to be had from hence
To the place thou cam'st fro, and from thence to
The place of execution, there to be hanged,
Till thou be dead. God have mercy on thee!
PROD. My lord, I most humbly beseech you to hear me.
JUDGE. Say on.
PROD. I confess I have run a wanton wicked race,
Which now hath brought me to this woful wretched case:
I am heartily sorry, and with tears do lament
My former lewd and vile misgovernment.
I find the brittle stay of trustless Fortune's state.
My heart now thirsteth after Virtue all too late:
Yet, good my lord, of pity condescend
To be a mean for him that meaneth to amend.
The prince is merciful, of whose great mercy
Full many have largely tasted already;
Which makes me appeal thereto more boldly.
JUDGE. Prodigality, I not mislike your wailful disposition;
And therefore for you to the prince there shall be made petition,
That though your punishment be not fully remitted,
Yet in some part it may be qualified.
PROD. God save your life!
VIRTUE, EQUITY, LIBERALITY, JUDGE, _and all come
down before the_ QUEEN, _and, after reverence made_,
VIRTUE _speaketh_
THE EPILOGUE.
_Most mighty queen, yonder I sat in place,
Presenting show of chiefest dignity;
Here prostrate, lo, before your princely grace
I show myself, such as I ought to be,
Your humble vassal, subject to your will,
With fear and love your grace to reverence still_.
FINIS.
GRIM THE COLLIER OF CROYDON.
EDITION.
_Grim the Collier of Croyden; or, The Devil and his Dame: with the Devil
and Saint Dunston. By I.T. London. Printed in the year_ [1662]. 12mo.
INTRODUCTION
The initial letters J.T. are placed before this play as those belonging
to the author of it. What his name was, or what his condition, are
alike unknown. It was printed in 12mo, 1662, with two others, "Thorny
Abby; or, The London Maid," and "The Marriage Broker," in a volume
entitled "Gratiae Theatrales; or, A Choice Ternary of English Plays."
Chetwood says it was printed in 1599, and Whincop, in the year
1606.[419] I cannot but suspect the fidelity of both these writers
in this particular.[420]
PROLOGUE
You're welcome; but our plot I dare not tell ye,
For fear I fright a lady with great belly:
Or should a scold be 'mong you, I dare say
She'd make more work than the devil in the play.
Heard you not never how an actor's wife,
Whom he (fond fool) lov'd dearly as his life,
Coming in's way did chance to get a jape,[421]
As he was 'tired in his devil's shape;
And how equivocal a generation
Was then begot, and brought forth thereupon?
Let it not fright you; this I dare to say,
Here is no lecherous devil in our play.
He will not rumple Peg, nor Joan, nor Nan,
But has enough at home to do with Marian,
Whom he so little pleases, she in scorn
Does teach his devilship to wind the horn;
But if your children cry when Robin comes,
You may to still them buy here pears or plums.
Then sit you quiet all who are come in,
St Dunstan will soon enter and begin.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
ST DUNSTAN, _Abbot of Glastonbury_.
MORGAN, _Earl of London_.
LACY, _Earl of Kent_.
HONOREA, _Morgan's daughter_.
MARIAN, _her Waiting-maid_.
NAN, _Marian's maid_.
MUSGRAVE, _a young Gentleman_.
CAPTAIN CLINTON.
MILES FORREST, _a Gentleman_.
RALPH HARVEY, _an Apothecary_.
GRIM, _the Collier of Croydon_.
PARSON SHORTHOSE.
CLACK, _a Miller_.
JOAN, _a Country Maid_.
PLUTO, |
MINOS, |
AEACUS | _Devils_.
RHADAMANTHUS, |
BELPHEGOR, |
AKERCOCK, _or Robin Goodfellow_, |
MALBECCO'S _Ghost, Officers, Attendants, &c.
The Stage is England_.
GRIM[422] THE COLLIER OF CROYDON.
ACT I., SCENE I.
_A place being provided for the devil's consistory, enter_
ST DUNSTAN, _with his beads, book, and crosier-staff, &c_.
ST. DUN. Envy, that always waits on virtue's train,
And tears the graves of quiet sleeping souls,
Hath brought me after many hundred years
To show myself again upon the earth.
Know then (who list) that I am English born,
My name is Dunstan; whilst I liv'd with men,
Chief primate of the holy English church.
I was begotten in West Saxony:[423]
My father's name was Heorstan, my mother's Cinifred.
Endowed with my merit's legacy,
I flourish'd in the reign of seven great kings:
The first was Athelstane, whose niece Elfleda
Malicious tongues reported I defiled:
Next him came Edmond, then Edred, and Edwy.
And after him reign'd Edgar, a great prince.
But full of many crimes, which I restrain'd:
Edward his son, and lastly Ethelred.
With all these kings was I in high esteem,
And kept both them and all the land in awe:
And, had I liv'd, the Danes had never boasted
Their then beginning conquest of this land.
Yet some accuse me for a conjuror,
By reason of those many miracles
Which heaven for holy life endowed me with;
But whoso looks into the "Golden Legend"[424]
(That sacred register of holy saints)
Shall find me by the pope canonised,
And happily the cause of this report
Might rise by reason of a vision
Which I beheld in great King Edgar's days,
Being that time Abbot of Glastonbury,
Which (for it was a matter of some worth)
I did make known to few until this day:
But now I purpose that the world shall see
How much those slanderers have wronged me:
Nor will I trouble you with courts and kings;
Or drive a feigned battle out of breath;
Or keep a coil myself upon the stage;
But think you see me in my secret cell,
Arm'd with my portass,[425] bidding of my beads.
But on a sudden I'm o'ercome with sleep!
If aught ensue, watch you, for Dunstan[426] dreams.
[_He layeth him down to sleep; lightning and thunder;
the curtains drawn on a sudden_; PLUTO, MINOS, AEACUS,
RHADAMANTHUS, _set in counsel; before them_ MALBECCO'S
_ghost guarded with furies_.
PLU. You ever-dreaded judges of black hell,
Grim Minos, Aeacus, and Rhadamanth,
Lords of Cocytus, Styx, and Phlegethon,
Princes of darkness, Pluto's ministers,
Know that the greatness of his present cause
Hath made ourselves in person sit as judge,
To hear th'arraignment of Malbecco's ghost.
Stand forth, thou ghastly pattern of despair,
And to this powerful synod tell thy tale,
That we may hear if thou canst justly say
Thou wert not author of thy own decay.
MAL.[427] Infernal Jove, great prince of Tartary,
With humble reverence poor Malbecco speaks,
Still trembling with the fatal memory
Of his so late concluded tragedy.
I was (with thanks to your great bounty) bred
A wealthy lord, whilst that I liv'd on earth;
And so might have continu'd to this day,
Had not that plague of mankind fall'n on me:
For I (poor man) join'd woe unto my name
By choosing out a woman for my wife.
A wife! a curse ordained for the world.
Fair Helena! fair she was indeed,
But foully stain'd with inward wickedness.
I kept her bravely, and I lov'd her dear;
But that dear love did cost my life and all.
To reckon up a thousand of her pranks,
Her pride, her wasteful spending, her unkindness,
Her false dissembling, seeming sanctity,
Her scolding, pouting, prating, meddling,
And twenty hundred more of the same stamp,
Were but to heap[428] an endless catalogue
Of what the world is plagu'd with every day.
But for the main of that I have to tell,
It chanced thus--Late in a rainy night,
A crew of gallants came unto my house,
And (will I, nill I) would forsooth be lodg'd.
I brought them in, and made them all good cheer
(Such as I had in store), and lodg'd them soft.
Amongst them one, ycleped[429] Paridell
(The falsest thief that ever trod on ground),
Robb'd me, and with him stole away my wife.
I (for I lov'd her dear) pursu'd the thief,
And after many days in travel spent,
Found her amongst a crew of satyrs wild,
Kissing and colling[430] all the livelong night.
I spake her fair, and pray'd her to return;
But she in scorn commands me to be gone,
And glad I was to fly, to save my life.
But when I backward came unto my house,
I find it spoil'd, and all my treasure gone.
Desp'rate and mad, I ran I knew not whither,
Calling and crying out on heaven and fate,
Till, seeing none to pity my distress,
I threw myself down headlong on a rock,
And so concluded all my ills at once.
Now, judge you, justice benchers, if my wife
Were not the instrument to end my life.