John. Since 'tis my mother's pleasure to take't well, We'll be joint suitors with her. Clown. And I, too, good master. Old Har. The boy's inflexible, and I obdure. He cannot be more saucy to object That which I would not hear, than I perverse In yielding to a knave so obstinate. Sus. He is your son, and of your blood the first; Tho' you have power to take away his means, To be at these years pupil'd by a girl? A beggar? one that all the wealth she has Bears on her back; and shall I suffer this? Whilst these, that ought to arm me with just rage, [Exeunt. Phil. I'll have thee yet, tho' all the world say nay. [Exeunt. Clown. Now, which of these parties shall I cleave to and follow? Well, now I remember myself, I'll show myself a true citizen, and stick to the stronger side. SCENE IV. [Exit. The Street. Enter RAINSFORD and Young FORREST, meeting. Young For. Pray, let me speak with you. Rains. With me, sir? C Young For. With you. Rains. Say on. Young For. Do you not know me? Rains. Keep off, upon the peril of thy life. Come not within my sword's length, lest this arm Prove fatal to thee, and bereave thy life, As it hath done thy brother's. Young For. Why now thou know'st me truly, by that token, That thou hast slain my brother. Put up, put up! So great a quarrel as a brother's life Must not be made a street-brawl; 'tis not fit Rains. Swear thon wilt act no sudden violence, Young For. Sheath thy sword. I have in gentry, I will not be guilty Rains. Say on. Young For. Let's walk. Trust me. Let not thy guilty soul Is curb'd and govern'd by an honest heart, Not by just anger. I'll not touch thee foully For all the world. Let's walk. Rains. Proceed. Young For. Sir, you did kill my brother. Had it been In fair and even encounter, tho' a child, His death I had not question'd. Rains. Is this all? Young For. He's gone. The law is past. Your life is clear'd; For none of all our kindred laid against You evidence to hang you. You're a gentleman; Should die a felon's death. See, sir, thus far I'll fight with you. Rains. I am loath. Young For. Answer directly, Whether you dare to meet me on even terms; Or mark how I'll proceed. Rains. Say, I deny it. Young For. Then I say thou'rt a villain, and I challenge thee, Where'er I meet thee next, in field or town, Thy father's manors, or thy tenant's grange, No guard of friends, no nightwalks, or sly stealth, Rains. I'll meet with thee. The hour? Young For. By six to-morrow morning. 'Tis your privilege T'appoint the place and weapon. C 2 Rains. Hounslow the place: my choice of weapon this. [Showing his sword. Young Fer. I can except at neither. Fail the place, Or suit your weapon's length. Farewell! Enter GOODWIN and FOSTER. Good. Now, cousin Rainsford. Rains. I'll so swinge my younker. Fos. Why, who hath rais'd this storm, sir? The younger Forrest parted but ev'n now, Good. Challeng'd? Rains. Challeng'd me. Fos. Why, he's too weak for you. My purpose is to teach the stripling sense; Aloof to-morrow, and observe how I Good. An' please. Heav'n, I'll be there. Fos. And so will I. [Exit. Rains. He seeks his fate. And murd'rers, once being in, Wade further till they drown. Sin pulls on sin. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Old HARDING'S House. Enter Old HARDING, Mrs. HARDING, WILLIAM, and JOHN. Wil. 'Tis true, upon my life. Old Har. Say what thou wilt, I'll not believe it, boy. Wil. Do you believe me to be your son William ? Old Har. Well. Wil. Do you believe I stand here? Old Har. On. Wil. That this gentlewoman is your wife? Old Har. So. Wil. That Jack Harding here is my brother? Wil. That I speak to you? that you list to me? Old Har. What of all this? Wil. Then believe my brother Philip has married Mistress Susan. I saw them in the church together, I heard them pronounce the words together. Whether it be better, or worse, for them, I know not, but they are in for better, and worse, that I am sure. Old Har. As sure as thou art certain this is true, So sure I'll disinherit the proud boy, And all the magazine, that I enjoy, John. Not all, father. Alas! allow him some small legacy to live on. Wil. If't be but a cast farm, or some poor cottage, rather than nothing. It may be he'll content himself with a little. You know something hath some savour. Old Har. He that hath set me and my love at nothing, I'll leave him worth as little. Mrs. H. Chide him you may, but yet not cast him off; Parents, as I have read, their rage should hide, Enter PHILIP and SUSAN. Wil. See, where the four bare legs that belong to a bed |