The Puritan by William Shakespeare - Apocryphal (Illustrated)

William Shakespeare (Apocryphal), Delphi Classics

• Editore: Delphi Classics (Parts Edition)
• Anno: 2017
• ISBN:
  9781786563125
• Argomento: Literature
• Categoria: Classics

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ACTUS 1.

SCENE I. A Garden behind the widow’s house.

[Enter the Lady Widdow-Plus, her two daughters Frank and Moll, her husband’s Brother an old Knight Sir Godfrey, with her Son and heir Master Edmond, all in mourning apparel, Edmond in a Cyrpess Hat. The Widdow wringing her hands, and bursting out Into passion, as newly come from the Burial of her husband.

WIDOW.

Oh, that ever I was borne, that ever I was borne!

SIR GODFREY.

Nay, good Sister, dear sister, sweet sister, be of good comfort; show your self a woman, now or never.

WIDOW.

Oh, I have lost the dearest man, I have buried the sweetest husband that ever lay by woman.

SIR GODFREY.

Nay, give him his due, he was indeed an honest, virtuous, Discreet, wise man, — he was my Brother, as right as right.

WIDOW.

O, I shall never forget him, never forget him; he was a man so well given to a woman — oh!

SIR GODFREY.

Nay, but, kind Sister, I could weep as much as any woman, but, alas, our tears cannot call him again: me thinks you are well read, Sister, and know that death is as common as Homo, a common name to all men: — a man shall be taken when he’s making water. — Nay, did not the learned Parson, Master Pigman, tell us e’en now, that all Flesh is frail, we are borne to die, Man ha’s but a time: with such like deep and profound persuasions, as he is a rare fellow, you know, and an excellent Reader: and for example, (as there are examples aboundance,) did not Sir Humfrey Bubble die tother day? There’s a lusty Widdow; why, she cried not above half an hour — for shame, for shame! Then followed him old Master Fulsome, the Usurer: there’s a wise Widdow; why, she cried ne’er a whit at all.

WIDOW.

O, rank not me with those wicked women: I had a husband Out-shined ’em all.

SIR GODFREY.

Aye, that he did, yfaith: he out-shined ’em all.

WIDOW.

Doost thou stand there and see us all weep, and not once shed a tear for thy father’s death? oh, thou ungratious son and heir, thou!

EDMOND.

Troth, Mother, I should not weep, I’m sure; I am past a child, I hope, to make all my old School fellows laugh at me; I should be mocked, so I should. Pray, let one of my Sisters weep for me. I’ll laugh as much for her another time.

WIDOW.

Oh, thou past-Grace, thou! out of my sight, thou graceless imp, thou grievest me more than the death of thy Father! oh, thou stubborn only son! hadst thou such an honest man to thy Father — that would deceive all the world to get riches for thee — and canst thou not afford a little salt water? he that so wisely did quite over-throw the right heir of those lands, which now you respect not: up every morning betwixt four and five; so duly at Westminster Hall every Term-Time, with all his Cards and writings, for thee, thou wicked Absolon — oh, dear husband!

EDMOND.

Weep, quotha? I protest I am glad he’s Churched; for now he’s gone, I shall spend in quiet.

FRANCES.

Dear mother, pray cease; half your Tears suffice. Tis time for you to take truce with your eyes; Let me weep now.

WIDOW.

Oh, such a dear knight! such a sweet husband have I lost, have I lost! — If Blessed be the coarse the rain rains upon, he had it pouring down.

SIR GODFREY.

Sister, be of good cheer, we are all mortal our selves. I come upon you freshly. I near speak without comfort, hear me what I shall say: — my brother ha’s left you wealthy, y’are rich.

WIDOW.

Oh!

SIR GODFREY.

I say y’are rich: you are also fair.

WIDOW.

Oh!

SIR GODFREY.

Go to, y’are fair, you cannot smother it; beauty will come to light; nor are your years so far enter’d with you, but that you will be sought after, and may very well answer another husband; the world is full of fine Gallants, choice enow, Sister, — for what should we do with all our Knights, I pray, but to marry rich widows, wealthy Citizens’ widows, lusty fair-browed Ladies? go to, be of good comfort, I say: leave snobbing and weeping — Yet my Brother was a kind hearted man — I would not have the Elf see me now! — Come, pluck up a woman’s heart — here stands your Daughters, who be well estated, and at maturity will also be enquir’d after with good husbands, so all these tears shall be soon dried up and a better world than ever — What, Woman? you must not weep still; he’s dead, he’s buried — yet I cannot choose but weep for him!

WIDOW.

Marry again! no! let me be buried quick then! And that same part of Quire whereon I tread To such intent, O may it be my grave; And that the priest may turn his wedding prayers, E’en with a breath, to funeral dust and ashes! Oh, out of a million of millions, I should ne’er find such a husband; he was unmatchable, — unmatchable! nothing was too hot, nor too dear for me, I could not speak of that one thing, that I had not: beside I had keys of all, kept all, receiv’d all, had money in my purse, spent what I would, came home when I would, and did all what I would. Oh, my sweet husband! I shall never have the like.

SIR GODFREY.

Sister, ne’er say so; he was an honest brother of mine, and so, and you may light upon one as honest again, or one as honest again may light upon you: that’s the properer phrase, indeed.

WIDOW.

Never! Oh, if you love me, urge it not.

[Kneels.]

Oh may I be the by-word of the world, The common talk at Table in the mouth Of every Groom and Waiter, if e’er more I entertain the carnal suite of Man!

MOLL.

I must kneel down for fashion too.

FRANCES.

And I, whom never man as yet hath scald, E’ev in this depth of general sorrow, vow Never to marry, to sustain such loss As a dear husband seems to be, once dead.

MOLL.

I lov’d my father well, too; but to say, Nay, vow, I would not marry for his death — Sure, I should speak false Latin, should I not? I’d as soon vow never to come in Bed. Tut! Women must live by th’ quick, and not by th’ dead.

WIDOW.

Dar Copy of my husband, oh let me kiss thee. How...