Florence. A Room in the Widow's House. |
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Enter HELENA and Widow. |
| Hel. If you misdoubt me that I am not she, |
| I know not how I shall assure you further, |
| But I shall lose the grounds I work upon. |
| Wid. Though my estate be fall'n, I was well born, |
| Nothing acquainted with these businesses; |
| And would not put my reputation now |
| In any staining act. |
| Hel. Nor would I wish you. |
| First, give me trust, the county is my husband, |
| And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken |
| Is so from word to word; and then you cannot, |
| By the good aid that I of you shall borrow, |
| Err in bestowing it. |
| Wid. I should believe you: |
| For you have show'd me that which well approves |
| You're great in fortune. |
| Hel. Take this purse of gold, |
| And let me buy your friendly help thus far, |
| Which I will over-pay and pay again |
| When I have found it. The county woos your daughter, |
| Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty, |
| Resolv'd to carry her: let her in fine consent, |
| As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it. |
| Now, his important blood will nought deny |
| That she'll demand: a ring the county wears, |
| That downward hath succeeded in his house |
| From son to son, some four or five descents |
| Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds |
| In most rich choice; yet, in his idle fire, |
| To buy his will, it would not seem too dear, |
| Howe'er repented after. |
| Wid. Now I see |
| The bottom of your purpose. |
| Hel. You see it lawful then. It is no more, |
| But that your daughter, ere she seems as won, |
| Desires this ring, appoints him an encounter, |
| In fine, delivers me to fill the time, |
| Herself most chastely absent. After this, |
| To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns |
| To what is past already. |
| Wid. I have yielded. |
| Instruct my daughter how she shall persever, |
| That time and place with this deceit so lawful |
| May prove coherent. Every night he comes |
| With musics of all sorts and songs compos'd |
| To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us |
| To chide him from our eaves, for he persists |
| As if his life lay on't. |
| Hel. Why then to-night |
| Let us assay our plot; which, if it speed, |
| Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed, |
| And lawful meaning in a lawful act, |
| Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact. |
| But let's about it. [Exeunt. |
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