S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 517 words
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When all is done, And thou hast swelled thy heaps; to say no more, Thy coffer's only rich, and thou art poor. This common plague is on all Usurers shown: Th'haue much, yet are not masters of their own. One day thy stintless mind shall have enough; When the divided pieces of thyself Shall in their several doomed mansions dwell: Enough of mould in grave, of fire in hell. But I spend breath in vain; come, let's proceed. No further. You have made my conscience bleed. I here confess myself guilty of all, Even of this murder too. Let mercy fall on thy distressed soul. Now to the rest. Nicholas Bromley, you are indicted for the murder of William Sager, etc. Guilty or not? Not guilty? Who testifies against me! In case of Murder should we never judge By circumstantial likelihoods and presumptions, No life could be secure. Puff! shift for yourselves; Sir Bore Notwithstanding dares not be seen. O, I am lost. My Lord, I'm guilty: so is Griffin too: He did conceal the fact, that I did do, We shared the Lands together. Powerful truth! Murder will out, though by the actor's mouth. O Benjamin, I have undone My life, my state, my credit, and my Son. But I'm resolved to die, so Monarchs must: Rich men as well as poor, must turn to dust. methinks I could prevent all this. Alas, thou lov'st me; but 'tis not possible. Sir, I have here a book already drawn, Seal to it freely, and I'll save your life. You shall confirm me your undoubted heir, And then surrender Vasters mortgaged lands. 'tis done. My Lord and all this bench be witness to it. Then thus I quit you, widow, appear in Court. In earnest, see, she lives, that died in sport. Sir, thank your Drugster, else I had died by you. And you for me received a murderer's due. So, I am cozened finely, finely— My Lord, I challenge this widow for cheating me of 300. pounds. This is one of her old tricks. How's this? My Lord, myself and two entrusted friends Came hither to pay money on a bond, Whiles the receiver did defer his coming; We gave this cozening woman, being Hostess, The whole sum to lay up: and straightly charged her, Not to deliver't, but to us all together. She says one of us three demanded it Of her in haste, and ran away: and thus We lost our money, and the bond lies forfeit. Your Lordship's leave. 'tis true, she not denies, But they so charged her, and she was so cozened. Therefore she yields to payment. Let 'em come All three together, they shall have the money. Upon my faith, a pretty quillet. Witty and just. How say you? here produce The other two, your satisfaction's ready. The widow's cleared: but master Valentine— Nay, man, come nearer, you'd have present pay. No, Sir, let it even go. So must not you. You gave 300. pound to her: 'tis true. Which like a subtle Quacksalver, you robbed My father of; Sprites, Fairies—
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When all is done, And thou haſt ſwel'd thy heapes; to ſay no more, Thy coffer's onely rich, and thou art poore. This common plague is on all Vſurers ſhowne: Th'haue much, yet are not maſters of their owne. One day thy ſtintleſſe mind ſhall haue enough; When the diuided peeces of thy ſelfe Shall in their ſeuerall doomed manſions dwell: Enough of mould in graue, of fire in hell. But I ſpend breath in vaine; come, let's proceed. No further. You haue made my conſcience bleed. I heere confeſſe my ſelfe guilty of all, Euen of this murder too. Let mercie fall on thy diſtreſſed ſoule. Now to the reſt. Nicholas Bromley, you are indited for the murther of William Sager, &c. Guilty or not? Not guilty? Who teſtifies againſt me! In caſe of Murder ſhould we neuer iudge By circumſtanciall likelihoods and preſumptions, No life could be ſecure. Puffe! ſhift for your ſelues; Sir Bare Notwithſtanding dares not be ſeene. O, I am loſt. My Lord, I'm guilty: ſo is Griffin too: He did conceale the fact, that I did doe, We ſhar'd the Lands together. Powerfull truth! Murder will out, though by the Actors mouth. O Beniamin, I haue vndone My life, my ſtate, my credite, and my Sonne. But I'm reſolu'd to dye, ſo Monarchs muſt: Rich men as well as poore, muſt turne to duſt. Me thinkes I could preuent all this. Alas, thou lov'ſt me; but tis not poſsible. Sir, I haue here a booke already drawne, Seale to it freely, and Ile ſaue your life. You ſhall confirme me your vndoubted heire, And then ſurrender Vaſters morgag'd lands. Tis done. My Lord and all this bench be witneſſe to it. Then thus I quit you, widdow, appeare in Court. In earneſt, ſee, ſhe liues, that dy'd in ſport. Sir, thanke your Drugſter, elſe I had dy'd by you. And you for me receiu'd a murderers due. So, I am couſen'd finely, finely— My Lord, I challenge this widdow for cheating me of 300. pounds. This is one of her old trickes. How's this? My Lord, my ſelfe and two intruſted friends Came hither to pay money on a bond, Whiles the receiuer did deferre his comming; We gaue this coozening woman, being Hoſtice, The whole ſumme to lay vp: and ſtraightly charg'd her, Not to deliuer't, but to vs all together. She ſayes one of vs three demanded it Of her in haſte, and ranne away: and thus We loſt our money, and the bond lies forfeit. Your Lordſhips leaue. Tis true, ſhe not denies, But they ſo charg'd her, and ſhe was ſo coozend. Therefore ſhe yeelds to paiment. Let 'hem come All three together, they ſhall haue the money. Vpon my faith, a prettie quillet. Wittie and iuſt. How ſay you? heere produce The other two, your ſatisfaction's ready. The widdow's cleard: but maſter Valentine— Nay, man, come neerer, you'd haue preſent pay. No, Sir, let it euen goe. So muſt not you. You gaue 300. pound to her: tis true. Which like a ſubtle Quackſaluer, you robd My father of; Sprites, Fairies—