Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . n your daughterOn me are multiplied ; she lost a life,But I an husband, and myself must loseIf you call him to a bar for what he has done. Car. He has done it, then ? Win. Yes, tis confessed to me. Frank. Dost thou betray me ? Win. O, pardon me, dear heart ! Im mad to losethee,And know not what I speak ; but if thou didst,I must arraign this father for two sins,Adultery and murder. Re-enter Katherine. Kath. Sir, they are come. Car. Arraign me for what thou wilt, all Middlesexknows me better for an honest man than the middle ofa market-place know
Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . n your daughterOn me are multiplied ; she lost a life,But I an husband, and myself must loseIf you call him to a bar for what he has done. Car. He has done it, then ? Win. Yes, tis confessed to me. Frank. Dost thou betray me ? Win. O, pardon me, dear heart ! Im mad to losethee,And know not what I speak ; but if thou didst,I must arraign this father for two sins,Adultery and murder. Re-enter Katherine. Kath. Sir, they are come. Car. Arraign me for what thou wilt, all Middlesexknows me better for an honest man than the middle ofa market-place knows thee for an honest woman.—Rise,sirrah, and don your tacklings \ rig yourself for thegallows, or Ill carry thee thither on my back : your trullshall to the gaol go with you : there be as fine Newgatebirds as she that can draw him in : pox ons wounds ! Frank. I have served thee, and my wages now arepaid ;Yet my worse punishment shall, I hope, be stayed. \^ExcHut. ^ A proverbial expression for more concealed mischief.—Giffoni. ACT THE SCENE ^ Witchs Cottage. Enter Mother Sawyer, , OTHER SAWYER. Still wronged byevery slave, and not a dogBark in his dames defence ? I am called witch,Yet am myself bewitched from doing I given up myself to thy blackThus to be scorned ? Not see me in three days ! [lustIm lost without my Tomalin ; prithee come,Revenge to me is sweeter far than life;Thou art my raven, on whose coal-black wingsRevenge comes flying to me. O, my best love !I am on fire, even in the midst of ice,Raking my blood up, till my shrunk knees feelThy curled head leaning on them: come, then, my darling ;If in the air thou hoverst, fall upon meIn some dark cloud ; and as I oft have seenDragons and serpents in the elements,Appear thou now so to me. Art thou i th sea ?Muster-up all the monsters from the be the ugliest of them : so that my bulch Literally, a bull-calf, sometimes used, as here, as an expressionof kindness ; but generally indicative
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