Love Chase-James Sheridan Knowles

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1:00Shoeworth, raid by Adrian Stevens. Neville, friend to Waller. Red by Thomas Peter. Humphrey, friend to Waller, raid by Todd. Lash, raid by Thomas Peter. Charge well, a landlord, raid by Wayne Cook. George, a waiter, raid by Andrew Gawds. First lawyer, raid by Todd. Servant, raid by Wayne Cook. Widow Green, raid by Wendy Katziller. Constance, raid by Kelly Taney. Lydia, raid by Macabrechich. Alice, raid by John Sutton. Phoebe made the Constance, raid by Bethany Baldwin. Amelia, raid by Joanna Michael Hoyt. First lady, raid by Lynette Calkins. Stage directions, raid by Jim Hendrick. Seen, London. Act one.

2:01Seen one, the lobby of an inn. Enter charge well, hurriedly. What, oh there, outsets. More wine? Are the knives asleep? Let not our guest cooler. We shall starve the till. Good waitin'. More than vines and wine. That they'll make the inn. George, Richard Rolf. Where are you? Enter, George. Here I am, sir. Have you taken in more wine to that company? Yes, sir. That's right. Serve them as quick as they order. A fairer company. I've seen the near before. Tide care they come again. A toy company. That master wanna, I hear, is a fawn spirit. Leads the town. Puy him much doy. A deep purse and easy strings. And there is another, sir. A capital gentleman, though, from the country. A gentleman most learned in dogs and horses. He'd a talk wondrous edification. One master will drink. I wish you could hear him, sir. Well, well, attend to them.

3:02Let him not cool over the liquor. Or the calls will go slack. Keep feeding the fire while it blazes. The blaze will continue. Look to it well. I will, sir. And be careful of a vow that you please, master water. He is a guest worth plasing. He is a gentleman. Free order. Quick pie. Such all dare be sworn as the other. A man of mighty stores of knowledge. Most learned in dogs and horses. Never was I so edified by the discourse of mortal man. They go out, severally. Seen two. A room. Master waller. Master wild drink. Master true worth. Master novel and master Humphreys sitting round a table. Well, master wild drink speak you of the chase. To hear you wonder field the bounding steed.

4:04You bring the hounds in game and all to view. All scudding to the jovial huntsman's cheer. And yet I pity the poor crernid deer. And always fancy, tis by fortune spite. That lordly head of his he bears so high. Like virtue, stately in calamity. And hunted by the human worldly hand. He's made to fly before the pack that straight burst into song at prospect of his death. You say their cry is harmony. And yet the chorus scours his music to my ear. When I be think me what it sounds to his. Nor dee my sweet the note that rings the knell of the once merry forester. The same things please us all pay in according to the thought

5:06we take of them. Some smile at their own death which most do shrink from as bees to pray it kills to look upon. But you will take such pity of the deer when it follows its you hunt more costly game. The commonly made to it that waits on books and would a green. The commonly made. Such term, not half the sum of her rich beauty gives, were ruled to go by loveliness. I knew not in the court or city. Lady might not fitly serve. That lady serving made. Come, your defense. Why show you Ruth, where there's least argument. Deny it where there's most. You will not plead. Oh, Master Waller, where we used to hunt we think the sport no crime. I give you joy. You prosper in your jace. Not so. The maid in simple honesty I must pronounce. A miracle of virtue.

6:07Well as beauty. And will do I believe you, Master Waller? Those know I were ventured gift and promise. But for a minute of her year, the boon of a poor dozen words spoke through a chink and come off bootless, save the hotly scorn that cussed their bounties back to them again. That warrants her what Master Waller speaks her. Is she so very fair? Yes, Master Drewworth. And I believe indeed an honest maid. But loves the coin to market with full of. And that knows Master Waller. One pretends the sneaking kindness for gay with O' Green he visits her for sake of a fair maid. Do my glance or word avails to hint his proper errand. And as glimpses only do only serve to what the wish to see. Awakens interest to hear the tale so stintingly that's told. I know his practice. Luck to you, Master Waller.

7:08If you win, you merit it who'd take the way to win. Good, Master Neville. I should laugh to see the poacher snared. The maid for Mr. Assort turn out a wife. How say you, Master Waller. Things quite a strange affolent. Impossible. Impossible. Most possible of things if that in love. Where merit lies itself. What matters it to want the name? Which way does not the worth of so much breath as it takes to utter it? If that from nature's hand she is all you could expect of gentle blood. Face, form, mean, speech. With these what to belong the lady more behooves, thoughts delicate. Perfections, generous, and modesty. Perfectionating, brightening crown of awe.

8:10If she hath these true titles to thy heart, what does she lack that's title to thy hand? The name of Lady, which is none of these but may belong without? Thou mightst do worse than marry her. The woods undoing her, yay, by my mother's name, a shameful act, most shamefully performed. Master Waller, starting up and drawing. Sir? Master Neville, and the others, interposing. Gentlemen. All's right. Sit down. I will not draw again. A word with you, if you as a man thou saest upon thy honour I have spoken wrong. I last thy pardon, though I never hold communion with thee more. Master Waller, after a pause, putting up his sword. My sword is sheathed. Will let me take thy hand.

9:13Tis thine, good sir, and faster than before. A fault confessed as a new virtue had it to a man. Yet let me own some blame was mine. Your truth may be too harshly told. But it is a theme I am tender on. I had a sister, sir, you understand me? To us my happiness to own her once. I would forget her now. I have forgotten. I know not if she lives. Things of such strain as we were speaking of, spite of myself, remind me of her. So sit down. Let's have more wine. Not so good, sirs. Partaking of your hospitality, I have overlooked good friends I came to visit, and who have late become sigeners here. Old country friends and neighbours, and with whom I in take up my quarters, master true worth, bear witness for me.

10:14It is even so, so william fond love and his charming daughter. I, aside, neighbour Constance. Charming, does he say? Yes, neighbour Constance is a charming girl, to those who do not know her. If she plies me as hard as was her custom in the country, I should not wonder though. This very day I seek the home I quitted for a month. Good even gentlemen. Nay, if you go, we'll all break up and sell you forth together. Be it so. Your hand gain, good master true worth. I am sorry I did pain you. It is thine, sir. They go out. Seen three, sir william fond loves house. A room, enter, sir william fond love. At sixty-two, to be in leading strings, is an old child. And with a daughter too.

11:15Her mother held me in there and checked so straight as she. I must not go but where she likes. Nor see but whom she likes. Do anything but what she likes. A slut mere twenty one. Nor minces, she commands. A brigadier, more curly doth not give me orders out than she. Her waiting made his aid to comp. My Stuart, Edgerton, my lucky sergeants. That bring me her high pleasure, how I march and counter march, when I'm on duty, when I'm off. And soot's it not to tell me herself. Say william, that's my mistress says. As saying it, word enough. No will of mine consulted. I will marry. Must I serve? Better a wife, my mistress, than a daughter. And yet the vixen says if I do marry, I'll find she would rule my wife as well as me. Enter, true worth.

12:16Ah, master true worth. Welcome, master true worth. Looks, sir, I am glad to see you look so well. Ah, master true worth. When one turns the hill, it is a rapid yearning down. We climb by steps. By stride we reach the bottom. Look at me, and guess my age. Turned fifty. Ten years more. Oh, marvellously well I wear. I think you would not flatter me. But scan me close. And pryingly as one who seeks a thing he means to find. What signs of age does see? None. None above the corners of the eyes. Lines diverge like to the spiders and joists, whereon he builds his airy fortilys. They call them cruise feet. Has the ugly bird been perching there? Eh? Well? There's something like, but not what one must see unless he's blind like a steeple on

13:18a hill. Sir William, after a pause. Your eyes are good. I am certainly a wonder for my age. I walk as well as ever. Do I stoop? A plummet from your head would find your heel. It is my make. My make, good master true worth. I do not study it. Do you observe the hollow in my back? But that's natural. As now I stand, so today, when a child, a rosy chubby boy. I am youthful to a miracle. My arm is firm as twos at twenty. Feel it. True worth. Feeling Sir William's arm. It is deal. Oak. Oak. Isn't it master true worth? There must know me ten years and upwards. Think it's my leg is shrunk? No. Not in a calf. As big a calf as ever. Thank you. Thank you. I believe it. When others waste, disgrowing time with me, I feel it master true worth.

14:22Vigor, sir. In every joy to me. Could run, could leap. Why shouldn't I marry? Knife and fork I play better than many a boy of twenty-five. Why shouldn't I marry? If they come to wine, my brace of bottles can I carry home at near a headache. Death, why shouldn't I marry? I see in nature no impediment. Impediment? She's all appliances. And fortunes with me too. The widow green gives hints to me. The pleasant widow green, whose fortieth year, instead of autumn, brings a second summer in. Odds, bodykins, how young she looks. What life is in her eyes? What ease is in her gate? Why, as she walks, her waist, still tapering, takes it pliantly. How lollingly she bears her head with all. On this side now?

15:23Now that. When it is she, a drawing-room, what worlds of gracious things her curtsy says. She sinks with such a sway. Greeting on either hand the company then slowly rises to her state again. She is the Empress of the card table. Her hand and arm. God's did you see her deal? With curved and pline the wrist dispense the pack. Which the touch of her fair fingers fly. How soft she speaks. How very soft. Her voice comes melting from her round and sweating throat, reminding you of sweetest, millowest things. Plums, peaches, apricots and necked adeens. Whose bloom is poor to paint her cheeks and lips. By Jove, old Mary. You forget, so will him. I do not know the lady. Great your loss.

16:24By all the guards, old Mary. But my daughter must need to be married first. She rules my house. Would a real instill? And will not have me wed. A clever handsome darling, forward minks. When I became a widower, the reins her mother dropped, she caught. A hoydin girl. Nor since would air give up. However I strove to cook, so catch them from her. When we still, or tuddles, she would keep them. Laugh, pout, plead. Now bankpiece me with water, now with fire. Would box my face, and air I well could oop my mouth to chide her. Stop it with a kiss. The monkey. What a playing she's to me. How I love her. How I love the widow greens. Then marry her. I tell thee, first of all, must needs my daughter, Maddie.

17:25See I not to hup of that. She not affects the sects. Come suit her after suit her. All in vain. Fast as they bow she cuts ease and says, Nay, or she, a woman, lacks a woman's heart, or hath a special taste which none can hit. Oh, taste perhaps, which is already hit. Eh? How? You, no country friend, companion of her walks. Her squire to church, her bow when she went visiting before she came to town. No? None? Ah, sure. No playmate when she was a girl. Oh, I. That must a wild drink. I did pray thee go and wait for at the end. But had forgotten. Is he come? In the house some friends that met him as he elated, laid strong hands upon him, and made him stop for dinner. We had else been earlier with you. Ah, I am glad he has come.

18:28She may be smitten with him. Has cat with dog. He heard her voice as we did mount the stairs, and darted straight to join her. You shall see what wondrous calm and harmony take place when fire misgunpowder. I shall see what you have done to the distance without. Who sent for you? What made you come? Wild rake, without to see the town, not you, a kiss. I vow I'll not. I swear you shall. A saucy cub. I vow I'd as leave your whiper in it, kissed me. Do you hear? I do. Most pleasing discords. Enter, Constance and Wild rake. Father, speak to neighbour Wild rake. Thank you, good sir, William. Give you joy of your good looks. What, Phoebe? Phoebe, Phoebe. What, what is there with I lap dog? Only sir to welcome neighbour Wild rake. What a figure to show himself in town. Will it hold thy peace? Yes, if you'll lessen me to hold my laughter.

19:30Wild rake. Well. Let me walk thee in the park. How they would stare at thee. Would near give or. Nay, let her have her way. I heed her not. Though to more courty as welcome I have right. Although I am neighbour Wild rake. Reason is reason. And right is right. So welcome neighbour Wild rake. I am very, very glad to see you. Come, for a quarter of an hour, we'll even agree together. How do we horses, neighbour? Sure. And your dogs? Sure. We're very in enhancement. Conversive things thou knowest to talk about. And keep him silent, father, when I know he cannot talk of other things. How does thy hunter, what a sorry tricky play on the tother day, to bulk his leap in through thee neighbour? Did he bulk the leap? Confess. You sportsmen never are to blame. Say you are foulers, tears you're dog it fault.

20:33Say you are anglers, tears you are tackles wrong. Say you are hunters, why the honest horse that bears your weight must bear your blunders to. Why, where the girl you? Anywhere from thee. With me you mean? I mean it not. You do. And I'll give you fifty reasons for it. The first, where you go neighbour, I'll go. They go out, Wild rake, petitially. Constance, laughing. Do you mark? Much love is there. Indeed, a heap or none, I'd wager on the heap. Hey, do you think these discords, as in the musicians art, are subtle servitors to harmony? That all is wars for peace? This wrangling, better masquerade, where love his erogish face conceals beneath an ugly visor? Well. Your guess and my conceit are not a mile apart, unlike to other common flowers, the flower

21:35of love shows various in the bud. To look a thistle and to blow a rose, and with your leave I'll put it to the test. Effect myself for thy fair daughter, love. Make him my confident, dilate to him upon the graces of her heart and mind, feature and form that well may comment bare, till, like the practised connoisseur, who finds a gem of heart out in a household picture, the unskilled owner held so cheap, he grudged renewal of the chipped and tarnished frame, but values now as priceless. I arouse him into a quick sense of the worth of that whose merit hitherto, from lack of skill or dulling habit of acquaintance ship, he has not been awake to. Constance, without.

22:35Name a while, Drake. Hitherto they come. I fancy well thy game. Oh, to be free to marry with O' Green. I'll call her Henson on. Then, plie him well. Sir William goes out, while Drake, without. Name a constant. He is high in storm. Enter, while Drake, and Constance. To Lincolnshire I tell thee. Lincolnshire, what prith it takes thee off to Lincolnshire. Too great delight in thy fair company. Nay, master, will Drake, why away so soon, you are scarce a day in town. Streams like this, and starts a purpose, are the signs of love. Though immature as yet, aside. He's long enough in town. What should he be here, he's lost in town. No man is he for concerts, balls or routes. No game he knows it cards, save rare pooped Joan.

23:39In air could, master dance, beyond a jig, and ask for music. And compare to the melodious yelping of a hound, except the brain of his huntsman's horn. Ask him to stay in town. Sir William, without. Oh, Constance. Sir, neighbour, a pleasant ride to Lincolnshire. Goodbye. Sir William, without. Why, Constance? Coming, sir. Shake hands, neighbour, goodbye. Sir Woebegon, his but two days ride, and thou shalt see, rover, and spot and nettle, and the rest of the idea country friends. Sir William, without. Constance, I say. Anon, commend me to the gentle souls and path them for me. Will you, neighbour, wild Drake? Sir William, without. Why, Constance? Constance. In a moment, sir. Goodbye. I'd cry, dear neighbour, if I could.

24:40Goodbye, and a pleasant day, who next you hunt? And pretty. Mine thy horse don't bulk his leap. Goodbye. And after dinner, drink my health. A bumper, certain neighbour, Constance, do. And give it with a speech wherein unfold my many graces, more accomplishments, and virtues topping either. In a word, how I'm the fairest kindest, best of neighbours. They go out severally. True worth trying to pacify wild Drake. Constance, baffing. End of Act 1. Act 2 of Love Chains by James Sheridan Knowles. This is a Libravox Recording. All Libravox Recording are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org.

25:46Act 2. Scene 1. A room in Sir William's house. And for true worth and wild Drake. Name, Master Trueworth. I must needs be gone. She treats me worse and worse. I am a stock that words have none to pay her. For her sake, I quit the town today. I like a jest, but hers are jests past bearing. I am her butt. She does nothing but practice on. A plague. Fly her shafts ever your way. Would they did? Not mad. Or wishes she would drive thee so. Thou nursed her not. I know not, neighbour Constance. Then know I not myself or anything. Which has myself, I know. Hey, ho. Hey, ho. Why what a burden for that man's song. Would fit a maiden that was sick for love. Hey, ho. Come ride with me to Lincolnshire and turn thy hey ho into hilly ho.

26:48Nay, rather tarry thou in town with me. Men sometimes find a friend's hand of a veil. When useless proves their own. Would lend me thine. Or may my horse break down in a steeple chase. A steeple chase? What made thee think of that? I'm for the steeple. Not to ride a race. Only to get there. Nor alone in sooth. But in fair company. Thou art not in love. Hey, ho. Thou wouldst not marry. Thou art not in your hell. And whom, I privy, gentle mistress Constance. What? Neighbor Constance? Never did I dream that a mortal man would fall in love with her. Aside? In love with neighbour Constance. I feel strange at the thought that she should marry. Aside? Go to church with neighbour Constance. That's a steeple chase I never thought of. I feel very strange. What sees the neighbour Constance? Lovers eyes see a vision proper to themselves.

27:52Yet thousand eyes will vouch what mine affirm. First, then I see in her the mold express of woman. Stature, feature, body, limb. Breathing the gentle sex we value most. When most tis at antipodes with hours. You mean that neighbour Constance is a woman? Why, yes, she is a woman, certainly. So much for person. Now for her complexion. What shall we liken to her dainty skin? Her arm, for instance, snow will match it. Snow? It is her arm without the smoothness aunt. Then is not snow transparent? Twill not do. A pearl's transparent? So it is, but yet yields not elastic to the thriller touch. I know not what to liken to her arm, except her beauty's fellow.

28:54Oh, to be the chosen friend of two such neighbours. Aside? What is tongue-maker-holt? He makes too free with neighbour Constance. Can't he let her arms alone? I trust their chosen friend will there be he? I'm vexed. But graceful things grow doubly graceful in the graceful use. Hasht mucked her ever walk the drawing room? Wildrig. Snapishly. No. No. Why? Where have been your eyes in my head? Aside. But I begin to doubt if open yet. Yet that's a trifle to the dance. Down which she floats as though she were a form of air. It feels not her foot or tells not aunt. Her movements are the painting of the strain. It's swell. It's fall. It's moth. It's tenderness.

29:54Then she has fifty constancies. Each moment, another one. And each except its fellow without a pier. You have danced with her. I hate to dance. I hate to dance. I can't endure to dance. Of course. You have danced with her? I have. You have? I have. I do abominate to dance. Could carve fiddlers and company. A dancing man to me was ever like a dancing dog. Save less to be endured. Ness or I won but I've thought me of the masters with. A man might bear the whip to dance with her. Not if I had the laying of it on. Well, let that pass. The lady is the theme. Yes, make an end of it. A side. I'm sick of it. How well she plays the hopsy chord and harp. How well she sings to them. Who air would prove the power of song? Should hear the i-n-a-b-sing.

30:56Especially her love song. Does she sing such songs to thee? Oh, yes. And constantly for such I ever ask her. A side. Forward mix. Mage should not sing love songs to gentlemen. Thinks neighbor constances a girl to love. A girl to love. I. And with all her soul. How you know that? I have studied close the sex. A side. You town rakes are the devil for the sex. Not your most sensitive and serious maid. I'd always take for deep impressions. Mind the adage of the bow. The pen-sit brow. I have often seen bright in wedlock. And a non or cast in widowhood. Then, bright again, a half the season of the weeds was out. While, in the airy one, I have known one cloud for runner of a gloom

31:57that nair cleared up. So would it prove with neighbor constances? Not on superficial grounds she'll ever love. But once she does, the odds are ten to one. Her first love is her last. A side. I wish I'd nair come to town. I was a happy man among my dogs and horses. Has thou broke thy passion to her? Never. Never? No. I hoped you'd act my proxy there. I thank you. I knew it would be a pleasure to you. Yes, a pleasure. An inutterable pleasure. Thank you. You make my happiness your own. I do. I see you do. Dear master, will Drake. Uh-oh. What a blessing is a friend in need. You'll go and court your neighbor for me. Yes. And says she ne'er at first. You'll press again. I, and again. There's one thing I mistrust.

32:57Yay. Most mistrust. That of my poor desserts you'll make too much. Oh, fear anything but that. To a better far you slightly spoke of them. You think so? Yes. Or rather did not speak of them at all. You think so? Yes. Then I'll say not a word about them. Thank you. A judicious friend is better than a zealous. You are both. I see or plead my cause has twer your own. Then stay in town and win your neighbor for me. Make me the envy of a scour of men that die for her as I do. Make her mine. And when the last are men, declares complete the mystic tying of the holy knot. And for the priest a blushing wife she stands. Be thine the right to claim the second kiss she pays for change from maidenhood to wifehood.

33:59Go out. Take that nice self. The first be mine or none. A man in love with neighbor constants never dreamed either such a thing could come to pass. Such person, such endowments, such a soul. I never thought to ask myself before whether she were man or woman. Suites too, dying for her. I'll even make one among them. We'll her to go to church along with them and for my pains the privilege to take the second kiss. I'll take the second kiss and the first one too. And last. No man shall touch their lips but me. I'll massacre the man that looks upon her. Yet what chance of eye with lovers of the town, who study tears to please your lady bells. Who dress, walk, talk, to hit their tastes. What chance a country squire like me. Yet your true fare, I have heard, prefers the man before his coat at any time. And such a one make neighbor constants be. I'll show a limb with any of them.

35:01Silks are where. Not keep my legs in cases more. I'll learn to dance, down, dances, and frequent their concerts. No way at melting strains or seem to do so. Far easier thing and as effective quite. Leave not and done to conquer neighbor constants. Enter. Lash. Sir. Well, sir. So please you, sir. The horse is out of the door. And saddle him again and put him up. And hark you. Get a tailor for me, sir. The rarest can be found. The man's below, sir. The owner's the mayor, your worship, brought to buy. Tell him I do not want, sir. How you will not find a liking, Lincolnshire. Go to. Go to. She's spavvied. Sir. Touched in the wind. I trust my master be not touched in their id. Aside. I bow. A hopeless beast. I want her not. And that's your answer. Go to the hosiest, sir, and bid him send me samples of his gear. Of twenty different kinds. I will, sir. Sir.

36:01Well, sir. Squire brushes hunsmans here. And sees his master's kennel is for sale. The dogs are only fit for hanging. Far on the bridge. Sir, if not me, thou talkest of dogs, horses, or ought that to thy craft belongs, thou maste go hang for me. Accordway, thou go fetch me straight. The choices in the town, away, sir. Do thy errands smart and well as thou canst crack thy whip? Why, sh goes out. Dear neighbour Constance, I'll give up dogs, horses, and all for thee. Goes out. Seen too. Enter, with all green and Lydia. Lydia, my gloves. If master wallacles, I shall be in it three. And say the same to old Sir William fond love. Territ. What progress think you make eye in the heart of fair young master waller?

37:05God's my girl, it is a heart to win and man as well. How speed I think you, dint as I desired, detain him in my absence when he called, and, without seeming, sound him touching me? Yes. And affect me or not. How guess you? What said he of me? Looked he balked or not to find me not at home? Inquired he when I would be back as much long to see me? What did he? Said he? Come. Is he in love? Or like to fall into it? Goes well my game? Or shall I have my labour for my pains? I think he is in love. A sign? Oh poor invasion. Oh to love truth and yet not dare to speak it. You think he is in love.

38:06I'm sure of it. As well have asked you as he eyes and ears and brain and heart to use them. Mades do throw trick after trick away, but widows know to play their cards. How am I looking Lydia? Earn as you ever look. Handsome my girl. Eh? Clear in my complexion. Eh? Brimful of spirits. Not too much of me, nor yet too little. Eh? A woman worth a man. Look at me Lydia. Would you credit girl? I was a scarecrow before marriage. No girl, but I tell the yay. That gown of thine and thou art slender would have hung about me. There's something of me now. Good, soothed enough. Lydia, I'm quite contented with myself.

39:08I'm just the thing me think so widows should be. So master waller, you believe, affects me. But Lydia, not enough to hook the fish, to prove the angler's skill it must be caught. And lovers, Lydia, like the anglers pray, which when he draws it near the landing place takes warning and runs out the slender line, and with us spring perchance jerks off the hold, when we do fish for them and hook, and think they are all but in the creel, will make the dart that sets them free to roam the flood again. Is it so thou wilt find it so, or better luck than many another made? Now mark me Lydia. So will you fond love fancies me? It is well. I do not fancy him. What should I do with an old man?

40:10Attend upon the gout, or the ramatics. Wrap me in the cloud of a dark and chamber, instead of shining out the sun of balls and routes and galleries. But he affects me Lydia. So he may. Now take a lesson from me. Gelicy had better go with open naked breast than pin or button with a gem. Less plague at the plague spot, that dot speedy, makin' end one way or tether girl, yet never love was warm without a spice of jealousy. The I lessen now. So will you fond love's rich, and riches, though they're paced, yet being many, the jewel love we often cast away for, I use him but for master wallers sake. Dust like my policy.

41:11You will not chide me. Hey Lydia, I do like to hear thy thoughts. They are such novel things, plants that do thrive with country air. I marvel still they flower, and thou so long in town. Speak freely girl. I cannot think love thrives by artifice, or can disguise its mood and show its face. I would not hide one portion of my heart where I did give it, and did field was right, nor fey a wish to mask a wish that was how air to keep it. For no cause except myself would I be loved. What were to me my lover valued me the more the more he saw me cumbly in another's eyes when his alone the vision I would show becoming to? I have sought the reason off. They paint love as a child, and still have thought it was because true love, like infancy, frank, trusting, unobservant of its mood,

42:13doth show its wish at once and means no more. Thou wilt find out better when thy time doth come. Now wouldst believe I love not Master Waller. I never knew what love was Lydia, that is as your romances have it. First I married for a fortune, having that, and being freed from him that brought with me, I marry now to please my vanity. A man that is the fashion. Oh, the delight of a sensation, and yourself the cause, to note the stir of eyes, and ears, and tongues when they do usher mistress Waller in late widow green, her hand upon the arm of her young handsome husband. How my fan will be in requisition. I do feel my heart begin to flatter now, my blood to mount into my cheek.

43:16My honeymoon will be a month of triumphs, mistress Waller, that name for which a score of damsels sigh, and but the widow had the wit to win. Why it will be the talk of east to west and north and south. The children loved the man, and lost him so. I liked, but there I stopped. For what it is to love, but mind and heart, and so upon another to depend. Depend upon another. Nothing be but what another wills. Give up the rights of my own brain and heart. I thank my stars. I never came to that extremity. Go out. She never loved indeed. She knows not love except what's told of it. She never felt it. To stemotorant, easy looking at it.

44:17But once you venture in, you nothing, no except the speed with which you're born away. How air you strive to check it. She suspects not her maid, not she. Brings master Waller hither. Nor dare I undersee her. Well might she say her young and handsome husband. Yet his face and person are the least of him, and vanish when shines his soul out through his open arms. He is open eye. He all but says he loves me. His respect has banquished me. He looks the will to speak his passion, and the fear that ties his tongue. The fear. He loves not honestly, and yet I'll swear he loves. I'll swear he honors me. It is but my condition is a bar. Denies him, give me all. But new he, me, as I do know myself. What air his purpose when next we speak he shall declare it to me.

45:17Goes out. Seen free, sir William Fondlums. Enter Constance, dressed for writing, and Phoebe. Well Phoebe, would you near me? Are those locks that cluster on my forehead in my cheek's efficient mask? Show what I would seem, a lady for the chase? My darkened brows and heightened color, foreign to my face. Do they, my face, pass off for a stranger too? What, thank you. That I'll never discover you. Then send him to me. Say a lady wants to speak with him. Unless indeed it'd be a man in ladies gear. I look so bold and speak so gruff. Away. Phoebe goes out. That I am blind he stays in town I own. But if I am, it is only for the tricks I'll play upon him.

46:19And now begin. Persuading him his fame have made me fancy him. And brought me hither on visit to his worship, soft his foot. This he? Why what has met him more for size to him, and changed my sportsman to find gentleman? Well he becomes his clothes. But, checked by wonder, the stifle get myself. Why what an heir the fellow have. A man to set a cap at. Enter, wild drink. Kind lady, I attend your fair commands. My valid face denies me just as sir. Else would you see a maiden's blushing cheek do penance for her forwardness. Too late I own repent it of. Yet, if it is true, bar our own hearts of others we may judge. Mine in no peril lies that shone to you.

47:21Whose heart I am sure is noble. Were they sir? Souls attract souls when they are of kindred vain. Life that you love I love. Well I know, amongst those whose breasts the feet of the bold chaste, You stand without appear. And for myself, I dare of our amongst such, None follows them with hot here glee then I do. Chalwa he that would gain say you madam. Constance, courtesy you. What delight to back the flying steed that challenges the wind for speed. Seems the native more of the air than earth. Whose burden only lends him fire. Whose soul in his task turns labor into sport. Who makes your past time he is. I sit him now. He takes away my breath. He makes me real. I touch not the earth. I see not here not. All is ecstasy of motion.

48:22You are used I see to the chase. I am sir. Then the leap to see the saucy barrier and know the metal that can clear it. Then your time to prove you master of the meneige. Now you keep him well together for a space. Both horse and rider braced as you are one. Scaling the distance. Then you give him the rain and let him fly at it. And or he goes light as a bird on wing. To wear a bold leap I see that turned you madam. Constance, courtesy you. Sir, you are good. And then the hound, sir. Nothing I admire beyond the running of well-trained pack. The trainings everything. Keyed on the scent. At fault, none losing hearts. But all it worked. Then leaving his task to another. Answering the watchful huntsman's caution. Check or cheer. As steed his rider's rain. Away they go. How close they keep together.

49:23What a pack. Nor turn, nor ditch, nor stream divides them. As they move with one intelligence. Act, will. And then the concert they keep up. Enough to make one tenet of the merry wood. To list their jocke and music. You described the huntsman's pastime to the life. I love it. To wood and glen. Hamlet and town. A laughing holiday. Not a hilltop but thens alive. Footmen and horsemen vie. All earths a stir. Rouse with the revelry. A vigour, health and joy. Cheer, a week's cheer. While echoes mimic tongue that never tires. Keeps up the hearted din. Each face is then its neighbor's glass. Where gladness sees itself. And at the bright reflection grows more glad.

50:23Brakes into tinfold mirth. Loss like a child. Would make a gift of its heart. It is so free. Would scarce accept a kingdom. It is so rich. Shakes hands with awe. And vowels it never knew that life was life before. Nay, every way you do fair justice lady to the chase. But fancy's change. Such fancy is not mine. I would it were not mine for your fair sake. I have quite given over the chase. You say not so. For swan indeed the sportsman's life and grown as you may partly see, town gentleman. I cannot now to mount a steed unless to amelong the street. No paces mind except my own. To walk the drawing room or in the ballroom to come off with grace. No leap for me to match the light coupé. No music like the violin and harp to which the huntsman's dog and horn I find are somewhat coarse and homely minstrelsy.

51:24Then fields of ill-dressed rustics your confess are well exchanged for rooms of bow and bells. In short, I've taken another thought of life. Become another man. The cause I pray. The cause of cause's lady. A side. He's in love. Of to you of woman I would name it last. Yet your frank bearing merits like return. I that did hunt the game. I'm caught myself in chase I never dreamed of. Goes out. He is in love. Wild rakes in love. Tis that keeps him in town. Turns him from sportsman to town gentleman. I never dreamed that he could be in love. In love with whom. I'll find the vixen out. What right has she to set her cap at him? I warned me of fro word, awful minks. I hate him was that ever.

52:24I'll do all I can to spoil the match. He'll never marry. Sure he will never marry. He will have more sense than that. My back does hope and shut. My temples throb in shoot. I'm cold and hot. I hate him merry. There would be an end to neighbor constants. Neighbor wild rake. Why I should not know myself. Enter true worth. Dear master true worth. Well thank you. Neighbor wild rake is in love. In love will you believe it master true worth? Near heed my dress and looks but answer me. Know us thou of any lady he has seen that's like to cousin him. I am not sure we talk today about the widow green. Her that my father fancied. Let him with her marry her tomorrow if he will tonight. I can't spare neighbor wild rake.

53:24Neighbor wild rake. Although I would not marry myself I could not hear that her mother married him. Go to my father. Disapprop her match. He has my leave. He's welcome to bring home the wood of green. I'll give up house and all. She would be mad to marry neighbor wild rake. He would wear out her patience. Play her to death. As he does me. She must not marry him. They go out. End of act two. Act three of love chase by James Sheridan Knowles. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit Libravox.org.

54:25Act three. Scene one. A room in little greens. Enter master waller following Lydia. But thou shalt hear me gentle Lydia. Sweet maiden. Thou art friend of thyself. Thou own perfectionst is the talk to thee. Thou beauty rich. Thy richer grace thy mind. More rich again than that though riches teach. Except for thee's I had no tongue for thee. Eyes for thee ears had never followed thee. Had never loved thee Lydia hear me. Love should seek its match. No match am I for thee.

55:25Right. Love should seek its match. And that is love or nothing. Station for two find their match in things resembling them. They are not love. Comes love. That subtle essence without which life were but led in doneness. Wearingness. A plodding trudger on a heavy road. Comes of it, title theed which fools may boast. All coffers, vileest hands may hold the keys of. All that ethereal lamp that lights the eyes to shed the sparkling luster or the face. Gives to the velvet skin its blushing glow. And burns as bright beneath the peasant's roof as roof of polished prints. Yes, love should seek its match.

56:26Then give my love its match in thine. Its match which in nigh gentle breast doth lodge so rich. So earthly, heavenly fair and rich as monarchs have no thought of on their thrones. Which kingdoms do bear up? What style of monarch me would style make thy queen? I would. What? Pass a princess by for me? I would. Suppose thy subjects would prevent thee. Then in spite of them. Suppose they were too strong for thee. Why then I'd give them up my throne. Content with that that's yield me in nigh gentle breast. Can subjects do what monarchs do? Far more. Far less. Among those things where more their power is marriage one. Yes.

57:26And no part of love you say is rank or wealth. No part of love. Is marriage part of love. And times it is, times is not. Men love a marry. Love and marry not. Then have they not the power so must they haplapart with those they love. Oh no not part. How could they love and part? How could they love not part not free to wed? Alone marriage does not union lie. Alone where hands are free. Oh yes alone. Love that is love bestoweth all it can. It is protection ift is anything. Which nothing in its object leaves exposed its care and shelter. Love that's free to wed not wedding but profane the name of love. Which is on high authority to earths.

58:27For heaven did sit approving at its feast a holy thing. Why make you love to me? Women whose hearts are free by nature tender their fancies hit by those they are besought by. Do first impressions quickly. Deeply take. And bulked in their election have been known to group a whole life through. Gain for a maid a broken heart. Dabata her young love and find she changed it for a counterfeit. If there is truth in man I love thee. Hear me. In wedlock families claim property. Old notions which we need must humor often. Bormar us to wed where we are forced to love. Thou hearest. I do. My family is proud. Our ancestor whose arms we bear did win an erlden by his deeds.

59:27Tis not enough to please myself. I must please others who desert him wealth and station only see. Thou hearest. I do. I cannot marry thee. And must I lose thee? Do not turn away. Without the altar I can honour thee. Can cherish thee nor swear it to the priest. For more than life I love thee. Say thou hateest me and thou believe. We're in differs love from hate to do the work of hate. Destroy. Thou ancestor won title to his deeds. Was one of them to teach an honest maid the deed of sin. First steal her love and then her virtue. If thy family is proud, mine sir is worthy. If we are poor the lack of riches sir is not the lack of shame. That I should act apart would raise a blush. Nor fear to burn an honest brother's cheek.

1:00:29Thou would share a throne with me. Thou would rub me of a throne. Reduce me from dominion to base facelage. Pull off my crown for me and give my forehead it is place a brand. You haven't sunted me. To show you sir the heart you make so light of you are beloved. But she that tells you so tells you besides she never holds you more. Goes out. Stay, Lydia. No. She is in virtue resolute as she is bland and tender in affection. She is a miracle beholding which wonder theeth grow on wonder. What a maid, no mood but doth become her. Yeah, adorn her. She turns unsightly anger into beauty. Soundless corn grows sweetness, touching her sweet lips

1:01:32and indignation, lighting on her brow, transforms to brightness as the clad of gold that or hangs the sun. I love her. I. And all the throes of serious passion feel at thought of losing her. So my light love which but her person did it first effect. Her soul has metamorphosed, made a thing of solid thoughts and wishes. I must have her. Enter, Widow Green, unnoticed by Sir Waller, who continues abstracted. What? Master Waller and contemplative, presumptive proof of love. Of me, he thinks, resolves the point to be or not to be, to be by all the triumphs of my sex. There was a sigh, my life upon it, that sigh if construed would translate, dare Widow Green.

1:02:41Enchanting woman. That is I, most deep abstraction, sure concomitant of love. Now, could I see his busy fancy's painting? How should I blush to gaze upon myself? The matchless form of woman. The choice-calling of the aspiring artist, whose ambition robs nature to outdo her. The perfections of her rare, various workmanship, combines to aggrandise his art at nature's cost and make a paragon. God's, how he draws me, soon as he sees me at my feet he falls. Good Master Waller. Ha! The Widow Green. He is confounded, so am I, oh dear, how catching his emotion.

1:03:42He can't speak, oh beautiful confusion, amiable excess of modesty with passion struggling. Now comes you to declare himself. But once the courage, I must help him. Master Waller. Enter Sir William Fondlove. The Widow Green. Sir William Fondlove. Aside. Thank my lucky stars. Aside. I would he had the gout and kept his room. You're welcome dear Sir William. It is very, very kind of you to call. Sir William Fondlove. Master Waller. Pray, be seated gentlemen. Aside. He shall require me for his untimely visit. Though the nail be driven home, it may want clinching yet to make the hold complete.

1:04:42For that I'll use him. You're looking monstrous, well so William. And no wonder you're a mine of happy spirits. Some women talk of such and such a style of features in a man. Give me good humor. That lights the homeless's visit jump with beauty. And makes the face where beauty is already quite irresistible. Aside. That's hitting hard. Dear Widow Green, don't say so. On my life you flatter me. You almost make me blush. Aside. I do not turn to Master Waller now nor need I. I can fancy how he looks. I warrant me he scowls on poor so William as he could eat him up. I must improve his discontent and so make sure of him.

1:05:42I flatter you so William. Oh you men. You men that talk so meek and all the while do know so well your power. Who would think you had a marriageable daughter? You did marry very young. A boy. A boy. Who knew not his own mind? Your daughter's twenty. Come. You at least were twenty when you married. That makes you forty. Oh dear. Widow Green. Not forty. You do quite embarrass me. I own I have the feelings of a boy, the freshness and the glow of springtime yet. The relish yet for my young school days sports. Could whip a top, could shoot at a tour. Could play at prison bars and leapfrog. So I might. Not with a limb perhaps a supple. But quite a supple will.

1:06:43Yet I confess to more than forty. Do you say so? Well, I'll never guess a man's age by his looks again. Aside. He must arrive to here I think so william is so young. I'll turn his visit yet to more account. A handsome ring so william that you wear. Pray look at it. The mention of a ring will take away his breath. Aside. She must be mine. What air her turns. I'll steal a look at him. Aside. What? Though it be in the ring. The marriage ring. If that she sticks at she deserves to wear it. Oh, the debate which love and prudence hold. How highly is he wrought upon. His hands are clenched. I warrant me his framed off shake. Poor master waller.

1:07:44I have filled his heart brimful with passion for me. The delight of proving thus my power. Dear widow green. Aside. She hears not. How the rings have set her thinking. I'll try and make her jealous. Widow green. So william fond love. Would you think that ring could tell a story. Could it? Ah so william I fear you are a rogue. Oh no. You are. No and my older. Would you like to hear the story of the ring. Much. Very much. I think we may venture draw out shares apart. A little more from master waller. Yes. Aside. He'll bring it to a scene. Dear. Dear so william. How much I am obliged to him. A scene. God's we shall have a scene. A good master waller. Your leave I pray you for a minute.

1:08:46While so william says a word or two to me. He does not trust his tongue for jealousy. Now dear so william. You must promise me you will not think me vain. No fear of that. No given to boost. Oh dear so william. No a flirt. Who would take you for a flirt? How very kind you are. Go on so william. Upon my life I fear you will think me vain. I am covered with confusion at the thought of what I've done. It was very very wrong to promise you the story of the ring. I meant you not talk of such things. Such as what? As lady's favours. Upon my life I feel as if I were like to seek into the earth. A lady then it was gave you the ring. Do not ask me to say yes. But only scan the inside of the ring. Aside. How much she's moved.

1:09:47They to each other company enough. I company for no one but myself. I'll take my leave. Nor trouble them to pay the compliments of parting. Lydia. Lydia. Goes out. What's here? Eliza. So it was a lady. Aside. How wondrously does master wall repair it? He surely will not hold much longer out. So William. Nay, look up. What cause to cast your eyes upon the ground? What an it were a lady. You're not angry? No. She is. I'll take the toad she speaks in against the word, the fifty crowns. I have not told you all about the ring. Though I would soon have died and played the bracket. Yet as truth is truth, entailed by harbs, may from a simple thing, by misconstruction,

1:10:49to a monster grew, I'll tell the whole truth. Yes, a William do. The lady was a maid and very young. Nor are their injustice to her must I stop. But say that she was beautiful as young. And add to that that she was learned too. Almost enough to win for her that title, Alsex in poor conceit of their own merits, a narrow spirit of monopoly and jealousy, which gallantry assures, to give to women who assert their right to minds as well as we. What? A blue stocking? A side. I see. She'll come to calling names at last. I should offend myself to quote the term. About the return, for yet I have not done. And further yet may go, then progress on that she was young, that she was beautiful. A wit and learned unnoted to what's to come. She had a heart.

1:11:50Widow Green, who during Sir William's speech has turned gradually, a side. What? Master Walla gone? I say she had a heart. Widow Green, starting up Sir William also. A plague upon her. A side. I knew she would break out. Here, take the ring. It has ruined me. I vow there has no cause for anger. I not. I am undone. And all about that bubble of a ring. You're right. It is a bubble. And the minks that gave it thee. You're right. She was a minks. A side. I knew she'd come to calling names at last. So William fond love. Give me. Widow Green. You have undone me, Sir. Don't say so. It was a girl. A child gave me the ring. Do hear, Sir. I bade you leave me. If I thought you were so jealous. Jealous, Sir. Sir William quit my house.

1:12:53A little girl to make you jealous. Sir, you will drive me mad. A child. A perfect child. Not ten years old. Sir, I would be alone, Sir. Young enough to daddle still her doll. Sir William fond love. Dear Widow Green. I hate you, Sir. Did test you. Never wish to see you more. You have ruined me. Undone me. A blighted life I wear. And all through you. The fairest hopes that ever woman nourished. You've conquered in the very blowing. Blue and sweet destroyed. And nothing left me but the melancholy stem. And all about a little slut I give a rattle to. Would pest me for gingerbread and comforts. A little roguish feigning. A luptryk I play to prove your love. Sir William fond love. If of my own house you're not suffer me to be the mistress.

1:13:57I will leave it to you. Dear Widow Green. The ring. Confound the ring. The donor of it. The. And everything. Goes out. She is overhead in ears in love with me. She's mad with love. There's love and all its signs. She's jealous of me and a very death. Poor Widow Green. I wonder if she is now in tears. I think I hear her sob. Poor thing. Sir William, oh, sir William, you have raised a furious tempest. Set your wits to work to turn it to a calm. No question that she loves me. None then that you'll take me. So I'll have the marriage settlements made out tomorrow. And a special license got. And marry her the next day. I will make quick work of it. And he, her by surprise.

1:14:57Oh, but a Widower, a Widow's match. What could she see with else but partial eyes to guess me only forty? I'm a wonder. What shall I pass for in my wedding suit? I vow I'm a puzzle to myself, as well as all the world besides. Odds life. To win the heart of Bucks and Widow Green. Goes out. Widow Green reenters with Lydia. At last the Dota's gone. Fly, Lydia. Fly. This letter bear to Master Waller straight. Quick, quick or I'm undone. He is abused, and I must undiseave him. Own my love. And heart and hand at his disposal lay. Answer me not, my girl, obey me. Fly. Goes out. Untowardly it falls. I had resolved this hour to tell her I must quit her service.

1:15:58Go to his house. I will not disobey her last commands. I'll leave it at the door, and as it closes on me, think I take one more adieu of him. Heart destiny. Goes out. Scene two. A room in Sir Williams. Enter Constance. Oh, the booby must fall in love indeed. And now he's not but sentimental looks and sentences pronounced twix breath and voice. And had a choose of tender language, no, can I get from him the name of her. Hath turned him from a stock and were full. He hymns and halls. Now titters. Now looks grave. Beans to speak and haunts. Takes off his eyes to fall in contemplation on a chair,

1:16:58the table, or the ceiling, wall of floor. I'll plague him worse and worse. Oh, here he comes. Enter, while Drake. Despite her spiteful usage, I'm resolved to tell her now. Dear neighbor Constance. Of course me like a lady, sir. I hate the name of neighbor. Mistress Constance then, I'll call thee that. Don't call me anything. I hate to hear this speak. To look at thee. To dwell in the same house with thee. In what have I offended? What? I hate an ape. An ape. Who bade thee, ape, the gentleman? To put on dress that don't belong to thee. Go! Change thee with thy whipper in our huntsman. And none will doubt thou wearest thy own clothes. A pretty purse marked for the very dress I bought to pleasure her and to what things are women. Aside, walks, backwards and forwards. Do you call that walking?

1:17:58Pray. What makes you twist your body so? It takes such pains to turn your toes out. If you walk, walk thus. Walk like a man as I do now. Walking. Is yours the way a gentleman should walk? You neither walk like a man or a gentleman. I'll show you how to walk. Mimicking him. Do you call that walking? Aside. My thanks for a drill sergeant twice a day for her sake. Now of all things in the world, what made you dance last night? What made me dance? Right. It was anything but a dancing. Steps that never came from dancing school. Nor English, nor Scotch, nor Irish. You must try to cut. And how you did it. Cuts. That's the way to cut. And then your shassé. Thus you went and thus. Mimicking him. As though you had been playing at hop step and jump.

1:19:01And if you look so monstrous pleased, and played the simple thing with such grace, taking the tittering for compliment, I could have boxed you soundly vote. Ten times I denied that I knew you. Aside. Twenty guineas were better in the gutter throne than gone to fear dancing master. And you've grown an amateur in music. What fine air was that you praised last night. The widow jose. A country jig they turned into a song. You asked if it had come from Italy. The lady blushed and held her piece. And then you blushed and said, perhaps it had come from France. And then when blushed the lady more, nor spoke, you said, at least it had come from Germany. There was English, a true English air,

1:20:02a downright English air, a common air. All thus when good keen Arthur, not a square caught alley street all lane about the town in which it is not whizzled, played or sung. But you must have it come from Italy, or Germany, or France. Go home. Go home to Lincolnshire and mind thy dog and horn. You'll never do for town. The widow jose. To come from Italy. Stay not a town. Or you'll be married to the widow jose. Since you're for sworn, you say, the widow green. And mourn and night they'll din your ears with her. We'll met dear master Wildrake, a fine day. Pray, can you tell me when's came the widow jose?

1:21:02They love a just in town. To Lincolnshire, you'll never do for town. To Lincolnshire. The widow jose to come from Italy. Go's out. Confound the widow jose. It is true. The air well as the Huntsman's triple mort I know. But knew it not then indeed. Tosso disguised with shakes and flourishes, outlandish things. That mar not grace, an honest English song. However, the mischief done. And as for her, she is either into hate or madness fallen. If madness, which she had a wits again, or I my heart. If hate, my love's undone. I'll give her up. I'll e in to master Trueuth. Confess my treason, own my punishment. Take horse and back again to Lincolnshire. Go's out. Constance, returning. Not here. I trust I am not going too far. If he should quit the house. Go out of town. Poor neighbor Wildrig.

1:22:03Little does he owe me. From childhood I've been used to plague him thus. Why would he fall in love and spoil it all? I feel as I could cry. He has no right to marry anyone. What wants he with a wife? Has he not plague enough in me? Would he be plagued with anybody else? Ever since I have lived in town I have felt the want of neighbor Wildrig. Not a soul besides I care to quarrel with. And now he goes and gives himself to another. What? Am I in love with neighbor Wildrig? No. I only would not have him marry. Marry? Sooner I'd have him dead than have him marry.

1:23:03End of Act 3. Act 4 of Love Chakes by James Sheridan Knowles. This is a Libravox Recording. All Libravox Recording are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit Libravox.org. Act 4. Act 4. Scene 1. Arun in Master Walers House. Enter Alice hastily. Alice speaking to the outside. Fly Steven to the door. You're a peer. Quick. Our masters be set because of one whose party takes. I'm made. I'm lawless men with lawlessly in treat. In what a world we live, how do I shake?

1:24:06With what address? Looking out of window. He lays about him and his other arm engaged in charge of her whom he defends. A damsel worth a broil. Now Steven now. Take off the odds, brave lad, and turn the scale. Oh, I would I wear swordsmen. How he makes his rapier fly. Well done. Oh heaven, there's blood. But on the side does wrong. Well done, good Steven. Pray heaven no life be tain. Lay on brave lad. His marked is man again. Good lad, well done. I pray no mischief come. Press on him, Steven. Now gives he ground. Follow thy advantage up. Allow no pause for breath. Hit him again. Forbidden and in death.

1:25:07Lunch home, good Steven. How fast he now retreats. That spring all swear was answered to thy point. Well, fence. Well, fence. Now heaven forfended and in death. He flies and from his comrade the same moment. Half our master jerked his sword. The days are. Quick, may they get a surgeon for their wounds. And I, a cordial for my flood of spirits. I vow I'm not a swoon. Waller, without. Oh, I'm a swoon. Open the door. Quick, Alice. Quick. Anon. Young joints take no thought of aged ones, but ever think them as supple as themselves. Alice. Alice, opening the door.

1:26:08I'm here. I'm mercy. Is she dead? Enter master waller, bearing Lydia, fainting. No, but she faints. A chair. Quick, Alice. Quick. Water to bathe her temples. Alice goes out. Such a turn. I am ford you never do me. Shall I kiss to life these frozen lips? No. Off her plight to her base to take advantage. Alice returns, etc. Holy swell, the blood returns. How wondrous fair she is. And her things to sow. Aside. No wonder then should I. Allowed. How see you? Wondrous fair. Yes. Wondrous fair. Harm never come to her.

1:27:09So sweet a thing. Twerp pity were abused. You think her fair? I, Mary. Have so fair were more than match for fair sheikh. Error saw my eyes before. And what a form. A foot and in step there. Fouchers of symmetry. A little foot and rising in step. From an ankle arching a palm. And that a little one might span. Who told these us? Why who but her taught these? My mother. Heaven rest her. Thy good mother. She could read men and women by their hands and feet. And here's a hand. A fairy palm. Fingers the taper to the pinky tips. With nails of rose. Like shells of such a huge brim with pearl you'd pick up on the shore.

1:28:11Save these the gloss and tint to wear without. Why how thou talkst? Did I not tell thee thus by mother used to talk? Such hand and foot she would say. A man or woman vouched for nature high tempered. Still for sentiment refined. Afection tender. Apprehension quick. Degrees beyond the generality. There's a marriage finger. Curse the hand would bark it up a ring. She's quite restored. Leave us. Why cast thou that uneasy look? Why lingerist thou? I'm not alone with her. My honors with her too. I would not wrong her. And if thou wouldst, thou are not by mother's son.

1:29:12Goes out. You are better. Much much. Know you him who dares to tempt this violence in open day. It seemed he would force thee to his coach. I saw a tending. Take this letter sir and send the answer. I must needs be gone. War. Throwing letter away. I read no letter. Tell me what of him I saw offend thee. He hath often met me and by design I think upon the street tried to win my ear which near he got saved only by enforcement. Presence, gifts of jewels and of gold to wild amount to win an audience hath he preferred me, until me thought my silence. For my lips disdained reply where question was wrong had weared him. Oh sir, what air of life remains to me I had foregone, a proof the horror of this hour.

1:30:16And you, it is that hath protected me. Oh, speak not on it. You that have saved me from mine enemy. I pray you to forget it. From a foe more dire than he that puteth life in peril. Sweet Lydia, I be seat you spare me. No, I will not spare you. You have brought me to safety you whom I fear worse than that baleful foe. Rises to go, waller kneeling and snatching her hand. Lydia? Now make thy bounty perfect. Drop my hand, that posture which this honours the quit. For it is shame on shame to show respect where we do feel disdain. Through open thy gate and let me pass and never seek with me by look or speech or ought communion more. Now sits ther loves me. Yes, when I believed my tongue did take of thee it's last adieu and now that I do know

1:31:21it, for be sure it never bids adieu to thee again. Again I tell it the release me sir rise and no hiddrens to my will oppose that would be free to go. I cannot lose thee. Thou canst not have me. No. Thou canst not. I repeat it. Yet I'm thine. Thine every way except where honour fences, honour sir not property of gentle blood alone, of gentle blood not always property. Thou not a baby still enforces me. Oh, what a contradiction is man. What in another he won moment spurs the next he does himself complacently. Would still have me lose the hand that holds my life. Hear me and keep it if thou art a man. I love thee. O thy benefit would give the labour of that hand. Where out my feet rack the invention of my mind, the powers of my heart in one volition

1:32:26gather up. My life expend and think no more I gave than he who wins a priceless gem for thanks. For such good will canst thou return me wrong. Yet for a while I cannot let thee go. Thou pound for me an oath that I'll not wrong thee. An oath which if I break it will entail forfeit of earth and heaven. I'll take it so thou staste one hour with me. No, not one moment, unhand me or I streak. I know the summons will pierce into the street and set me free. I stand in peril while I'm near thee. She who knows her danger and delays escape hath but herself to thank what air befalls. Sir, I may have a woman's weakness but I have a woman's resolution to and that's a woman's strength. One moment more. No, no, not free to go.

1:33:29Rises and throws himself distractedly into a chair. Lydia approaches the door. Her pace slackens. She pauses with her hand upon the lock, turns and looks earnestly on waller. I have a word to say to thee. If by thy mother's honour thou swearest to me that will not quit thy seat. I swear as thou propendest to me. Lydia, after a pause bursting into tears. Oh, why? Why have you used me thus? Why have you done? I say to light a guilty passion up and kindled in it's stead a holy one. For I do love thee. Though as thou not the wish-define does a dot bring it off to sight where yet it is not. So for substance passes what only is a phantasm of our minds. I fear thy love was guilty. Yet my wish-defined it on a stronger than my fear, my fear with fatal triumph over

1:34:32the thru. Now hope and fear give up to certainty and I must flee thee. Yet must love thee still. Lydia, by all. I pray you hear me out. Was right. Was generous. Was pitiful. One way or other I might be undone to love with sin or love without hope. Yeah, hear me, Lydia. Stop. I'm undone. I'm made without a heart, robbed of the soil wherein life's hopes and wishes root and spring and thou the foe that did me so much hate and bowed me so much love. But I forgive thee. Yay, I do bless thee. Rushing up and sinking at his feet. Recollect thy oath or in thy heart lodge never germ of honor but tizzet does it all. She kisses his hand, presses it to her heart and kisses it again. Farewell then to thee. Rises.

1:35:33Mayst thou be happy. Going. Wouldst ensure the thing thy wishest. She moves towards the door with a gesture that prohibits further converse. Stop. She continues to move on. Oh, sternly resolute. She still moves. I mean the honour. She stops and turns towards him. Thou dost meditate. I know it. Flight. Give me some pause for thought but to confirm a mind almost made up. If in an hour thou hear is not from me then think me a friend far better lost than one. Will thou do this? I will. An hour decides. They go out severly. Seen two, a room in Sir William Fondlove's house.

1:36:37Enter wild Drake and truth. You are not angry. No. I knew the service I sent you on was one of danger. Thank you. Most kind you are. Would you believe she loves me? And your own hopes give up to favour mine was ever known such kindness. Much I fear to have cost you. Never mind how try and bear it. That's right. No use in yielding to a thing. Resolved as wonders. Shun the sight of her see other women, fifty to be found as fair as she. I doubt it. Doubt it not. Doubt nothing that gives promise of a care. Right hand some dames there are in Lancashire. When's called their women, witches. They are not angry. They are not angry. I know it doesn't, families, in which you'd meet a courtesy worthy of a bow. I'll give you letters to them. Will you? Yes. The worth of a disinterested friend. Oh, Master Trueworth. Deeply I'm your debtor. I own I die for love of neighbour Constance. And thou to give her up for me? Kind friend.

1:37:38What won't I do for thee? Don't find a death. I'll find the fifty ways to cure thy passion and make thee heart whole if thou atso resolved. Thou shalt be master of my sporting stud and go hunting. If that likes thee not, take up thy quarters at my shooting lodge. There's a seller to it. Make free with it. I'll thank thee if thou emptiest it. The song gives out that wine feeds love. It drowns it, man. If thou will neither hunt nor shoot, try games. Play it logots, bowls, fives, dominoes, drafts, cribbage, backgammon, special recipes full love. And you believe for all the heichy shows that neighbour Constance loves me? Tis my thought. How shall I find it out? Affect to love. Another. Say your passion thrives. The day is fixed. And pray her undertake the part of bride-made to your bride. Twill bring her out. You think she'll own her passion if she loves. I thank thee.

1:38:39I will try it. Just a truth. What shall I say to thee? To give her up and love her, so? Say nothing. Noble friend. Kind friend. Instruct another man to win thy mistress. Thou not break my heart. Take my advice. Thou shalt not be in love a month. Frequent the playhouse. Walk the park. I'll think of fifty ladies that I know. Yet can't remember now. Enchanting ones. And then there's Lancashire. I have friends in Barcure and Wilshire that I've swarms of daughters. And then my shooting lodge in stud, I'll cure thee in a fortnight of thy love. And now to neighbour constants. Yet almost I fear accosting her. Hundred times have I essayed to break my mind to her. But still she stops my mouth with restless scorn. However, thy scheme I'll try. And may it thrive. For I am sick for love of neighbour constants. Farewell, dear master truereth. Take my counsel. Conquer thy passion. Do so. Be a man. Goes out. Feet easy done that does not tax ourselves.

1:39:41Enter Phoebe. A letter, sir. Goes out. Good sooth, a roaming one. And yet slow traveller. This shalt have reached me in lombady. The hand. Give way, weak seal. Thy feeble let too strong for my impatience. Ha! Runged. Let me contain myself. Compelt to fly the roof that gave her birth. My sister. No partner in her flight, but her pure honour. I am again a brother. Pillow, board. I know not till I find her. Enter. Waller. Master truereth. Ha! Master Waller. Welcome, master Waller. Good, master truereth. Thank you. I am indebted more than heir I was to praise of any other.

1:40:54I am come, sir, to give you evidence I am not one who owns advice is right and acts on it. Pray you explain. Will you the bearer be of this to one has caused to thank you to, though I the larger desert? Read it, sir. True worth. Reading the letter. At mon tomorrow I will make you mine. Will you accept from me the name of wife the name of husband give me in exchange? How say you, sir? Tis boldly, nobly done. If she consents, which affection towards a say I doubt bid her prepare for church and you shall act the father, sir, to her you did the brother by. Wait willingly, though matter of high moment I defer, mind, heart and soul are all enlisted

1:41:59in. May I implore you haste, a time is set. How light an act duty makes the hearts. They go out together. Seen, three, another chamber in Sir Williams' house. Constance discovered. I'll find death for no bad. Why is it, were indeed to die for neighbor wild rake? No. I know the duty of a woman better. What fits a maid of spirit. I am out of patience with myself to cast a thought away on him, hanging him. Lovers cause naught but the pains of lauring. I'll get fifty and break the heart of every one of them. I will. I'll be the champion of my sex and take revenge on shallow fickle man who gives his heart

1:43:01to fools and slights the worth of proper women. I suppose she's handsome. My face gents tears at hazard of my eyes. I'm made of mind. I'll talk her to a stand, or time I tongue for life. I'm made of soul, an artful managing decimpling one, or should have never caught him. Him he's no man to fall in love himself, or long ago I'll warrant he'd have fallen in love with me. I hate the fool I do. Ha, here he comes. What brings him hither? Maybe dry my eyes. He must not see I've been crying. Hang him. I have so much to do indeed to cry for him. Enter wild drink. Your servant, neighbor Constance. Servant sir. Now what I wonder comes the fool to say makes him look so important. Neighbor Constance I am a happy man. What makes you so? A thriving suit. In chanceery.

1:44:02Oh no, in in love. Oh true. You are in love. Go on. Well, as I said, my suits are thriving one. You mean you are beloved again? I don't believe it. I can give you proof. What proof? Love let us. She's a shameless maid to write them. Can she spell? Ah, I suppose without the prompting of a dictionary. Nay, without one. I'll lay you ten to one she cannot spell. How no you she can spell. You cannot spell yourself. You write command with a single M, C O M A N D. Yours to command. I did not say she wrote love letters to me. Then she suffers you to press her hand perhaps. She she does? Does she press yours? She does. Aside. It goes unswimingly. She does. She is no modest woman. I'll be bound.

1:45:02For arm the madam suffers round her waist. She does? She does. Outrages forwardness. Does she let you kiss her? Yes. She should be. What? What you got thrice your share of when it's school and yet not half your do, abrasive face. More could not grant a maid about a wed. She is so. What? Aside. How swimmingly it goes. Constance with suppressed impatience. Are you about to marry, neighbour Wildrick? Are you about to marry? Aside. Excellent. Constance breaking out. Why don't you answer me? I am. You are. I'll tell you what sir. You're a fool. For what? You are not fit to marry. Do not know another the world sir. Have no more experience, thought, judgment than a schoolboy have no mind of your own.

1:46:07Your wife will make a fool of you. Will you to break your heart? I wish he may. I do. You have no more business with a wife than I have. Do you mean to say indeed you are about to marry? Yes indeed. And when? Aside. I'll say tomorrow. Thank you. Much beholden to you. You've told me on it in time. I'm very much beholden to you, neighbour Wildrick. And I pray you at what hour? That we have left for you to name. For me? For you? Indeed. You're very bound to fall. I should not wonder. Ment you I should be bright made to the lady. It is just the thing I mean. Constance, furiously. The thing you've made. I'm not going to marry. Now, pray you, neighbour. Tell me that again and think before you speak for much I doubt you know what you were saying. Do you mean to ask me

1:47:08to be én blade maid. Even so? Br Thy coarse maid. A sigh? It is coming fast unto ahead. And a sigh is coming quicker. A sigh is coming faster than her. It is coming fast onto her head. And tease me. You wait to fix the day. It shall be doomsday, then. Be doomsday. Doomsday. Wherefore doomsday? Wherefore. Boxes him. Go ask your bride and give her that from me. Look, neighbour Wildric, you may think this strange, but don't misclose your eyes. Don't screw it. For you are vain, sir, and you may put down for love what comes from hate. I should wonder, thought you I was jealous, but I am not jealous, sir, would scold me,

1:48:09sir. Where it was worth my while, I pray henceforth we may be strangers, sir. You will oblige me by going out of town. I should not like to meet you on the streets, sir. Mary, sir. Mary today, the sooner, sir, the better. And may you find you have made a bargain, sir. As for the lady, much I wish her joy. I pray you send me no bride, cakes, sir, nor gloves. If you do, I'll give them to my maid or throw them into the kennel or the fire. I am your most obedient servant, sir. Goes out. She is a riddle, solve her he who can. Goes out.

1:49:10End of Act 4. Act 5 of Love Chase by James Sheridan Knowles. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Act 5. Scene 1. A room in Sir William Farmbons. Sir William seated with two lawyers. How many words you take to tell a few things again? Again, say, over what? Said once. We think we're told enough. It is the law which labors our precision. Yes. And thraves upon uncertainty. And makes it too, with all its pains to shut it.

1:50:14I could buy it myself, be thinks, with about the twentieth part of all its courage, sirs. But every man, as they say to his own business, you think the settlement is handsome? Very, sir. Then now, sirs, we have done. And take my thanks, which with your charges I will render you again to motto. Happy nubs, you all, sir. Lawyers go out. Who passes there? Oh, send my daughter to me, a master, word, rake, too. I wait for them. Bold work. Without her leave to wait upon her, and ask her, go to church. She's taking her by storm. What else could move her yesterday but jealousy? What causes jealousy but love? She's mine, the moment she receives concludes a proof, like this, that heart and soul, and mind and person, I am all her own. Hey, who?

1:51:14These soft alarms are very sweet, and yet tormenting, too. Ha, master, wild rake. Enter, wild rake. I am glad you're ready, for I'm all in arms to bear the widow off. Don't be sad. Almost go merrily, you know today. She's too fast, bear him hard, I see. Aside. The girl affects him not, and true worth is at fault, though clear it is that he doesn't die for her. Enter, Constance. Well, daughter, so I see you're ready, too. Why, what's the mist with thee? Phoebe, entering. The coach is here. Come, wild rake, offer her your arm. Pass, to wild rake. I think you, I am not an invalid, can use my limbs. He knows not how to make an arm that fits a lady lean upon. Why, teach him then. Teach him. Teach Master Wild rake.

1:52:14Teach indeed. I taught my dog to beg, because I knew that he could learn it. Peace, though little srew. I'll have no wrangly on my wedding day. Here, take my arm. Now not a walk alone. Live, die alone. I do abominate the fool and all his sex. Again. I have done. When do Mary, Master Wildrack, she will want a husband goes to church with thee. They go out. Seen two, widow Greene's dressing room. Widow Greene discovered at her toilet, attended by Amelia, Waller's letter to Lydia in her hand. Oh bond of destiny, fair bond that sealest my fate and happiness.

1:53:15I'll read thee yet again, although thou art written on my heart. But hear his hand, inditing thee did lie, and this the tracing of his fingers. So I read thee that could rhyme thee as my prayers. At mourn tomorrow I will make you mine. Will you accept from me the name of wife, the name of husband give me in exchange the traitorous to break open my billedoo and take the envelope? But I forgive her, since she did leave the rich contents behind. Amelia, give this feather more a slope that it's a droopingly. I would look all disolvenment, not about me to bespeak boatness. I would appear a timid bride, trembling upon the verge of wifehood, as I near before

1:54:15had stood there. That will do. Oh dear, how I am agitated, don't I look so? I have found a secret out, nothing in woman strikes a man so much as to look interesting. Hang this cheek of mine, it is too saucy. What a pity to have a colour of one's own. Amelia, could you could try of dear girl to bleach my cheek? How I would thank you. I could give it then what tint I chose, and that should be the hectic bespeaks are heart and delicate commotion. I am much too florid. Stick a rose in my hair, the brightest you can find, to help my girl subdue my rebel colour. Nay, the rose, Doth lose complexion, not my cheek.

1:55:19That's it for a carnation. That's the flower, Amelia. You see how it doth triumph for my cheek. Are you content with me? I am, my lady. And with her think you has the hazy gone, whose place you feel so well. Into the country, or fancy you she stops in town. I can't conjecture. Shame upon her. Leave her place without a moment's warning, with a man too. And he a gentleman that took her hence. He did. You never saw him here before. Never? Not lounging on the other side of the street and recognitering the windows. Never. To us planned by letter. Notes you know have often come to her. But I forgive her, since this advice she chants to leave behind of master wallers wishes which I bless myself in blessing. A knock. Tizzy.

1:56:20Show in those ladies are so kind to act my bridesmaids for me on this brief and agitating notice. Amelia goes out. Yes. I look a bride sufficiently. And this the hand that gives away my liberty again. Upon my life it is a pretty hand. A delicate and sentimental hand. No lotion equals gloves. No woman knows the use of them that does not sleep in them. My neck hat kept its colour wondrously. Well, after all it is no miracle that I should win the heart of a young man. My bridesmaids come. Oh dear. Enter two ladies. How do you do love? A good morning to you. Poor dear. How much you are affected. Why we thought you narrowed some in us.

1:57:21One takes you know when one is flurried twice the time to dress. My dears has either of you salts. I thank you. They are excellent. The virtues gone from mine. Nor thought I have renewing them. Indeed I am unprovided quite for this affair. I think the bridegroom's come. Don't say so. How you have made my heart jump. As you sent for us a new launched carriage drove up to the door. The servants all in papers. Upon my life I never shall get through it. Land me your hand. Half rises and throws herself back on her chair again. I must sit down again. There came just now a feeling like to swooning over me. I am sure before it is over I shall make a fool of myself. I vow I thought not half so much of my first wedding day. I'll make an effort. Let me lean upon your arm and give me yours my dear.

1:58:26Amelia, mind keep near me with a smelling bottle. Servant entering. Madden, the bridegroom's come. Goes out. The brute has knocked me down to bolt it out so. I had started less if he had fired a cannon at my ear. How shall I ever manage to hold up till all is done? Oh, I'm tremor and head to foot. You can excuse me, can't you? Pity me. One may feel queer upon one's wedding day. They go out. Seen the last. A drawing room. Enter servants showing in Sir William Fondlove, Constance, and Master Wildrick. Servants go out again. Sir William, aside to Wildrick.

1:59:28Good Master Wildrick. Look more cheerfully. Come, you do not honoured in my wedding day. How brisk am I? My body moves on springs. My statue gives no inch, I throw away. My supple joints play free and spotfully. I'm every atom what a man should be. I pray you pardon me, Sir William. Smile then and talk and rally me. I did expect near half an hour had passed. He would have put me a dozen times to the blush. Well, that's as things a bridegroom does not his own wedding day. I see. Her looks and glossary to thine. She falts thee still. I marvel not at thee. There's thunder in that cloud. I would today, it would disperse and gather in the morning. I fear me much thou knowest not how to woo. How to give thee a lesson? Here there's a way, but knowest one howl to take it. Twenty men have courted with her green.

2:00:30Who has her now? I sent her advertiser that today I meant to marry her. She wouldn't open my note. And gave I up. I took the way to make her love me. I did send, again, to pray her leave my daughter should be bridesmaid. That letter too came back. Did I give up? I took the way to make her love me. Yet again I sent to ask what shirt she chose to marry at. My note came back again. And did I yet give up? I took the way to make her love me. All the while I found she was preparing for the wedding. Take a hint from me. She comes. My fluttering heart gives note the impress of its realms is near. Now Master Wildric, Mark, and learn from me, howt beholds a bridegroom play his part. Enter Widow Green, supported by her bridesmaids and followed by Amelia.

2:01:31I cannot raise my eyes. They cannot bear the beams of his which like the suns I feel are on me, though I see them not enlightening the heaven of his young face, nor dare I scan the brightness of his form, which symmetry and youth and beauty in enriching by. He kneels to me. How grows my breathing thick as though I did await a sheriff's voice to rich for mortal ear? My gentle bride. Who's that? Who speaks to me? These transports check. Lohu, an example of mankind I set of emorous empires, and who should thrive in love, if not love's soldier, who does press the doubtful siege, and will not earn repulse? Lohu, here I tend to thee my fealty to live thy duty slave. My queen thou art, in frowns or smiles, to give me life for death.

2:02:35Oh, day looked down upon me, in thy face alone I look on day. It is my sun most bright, the witch denied, no sun doth rise. Mine art upon me, my divinity, my gentle widow green, my wife to be, my love, my life, my drooping blushing bride. Sir William Fondlove, you're a fool. A fool? Why come you hither, sir, in trim like this, or rather, why at all? Why come I hither to marry thee? A man will drive me mad. Sir William Fondlove, I'm but forty, sir, and you are sixty, seventy if a day, at least you look it, sir. I marry you. When did a woman wed her grandfather? Her brain is turned. You're in your dotage, sir, and yet a boy in vanity, but know yourself from me.

2:03:39You are old and ugly, sir. Do you deny you are in love with me? In love with thee? Do you are jealous of me? Jealous? To very lunacy. To hear him. Do you forget what happened yesterday? So William Fondlove? With a green fair play. Are you not laughing? Is it not a jest? Do you believe me seventy to a day? Do I look it? Am I old and ugly? Why? Why do I see those favours in the hole? These ladies dressed as bride-mates, thee as bride, and as to marry me? Knock. He is coming, sir, shall answer you for me. Enter, Waller, with gentleman as bride-men. Where is she? What? All that be speaks the day, except the fair as Queen of it. This kind of you to grace my nuptial sow, but that I render you my thanks in full, make

2:04:45full my happiness, and tell me where's my bride? She's here. Where? Here, fam, master, Waller. Lady, do not mock me. Mock thee. My heart is stranger to such mood, to serious tenderness and duty-all. I pray you mock not me, for I do strive with fears and soft emotions that require support. Take not away my little strength, and leave me at the mercy of a feather. I am thy bride. If tith I have beenest to think me so, believe it, and be rich to thy most boundless wishes. Master, Waller, I am thy waiting bride, the widow-green. Lady, no widow is the bride I seek, but one the church has never given yet the nuptial

2:05:50blessing to. What mean, you, sir? I come a bridegroom here, if not to me you sood to be your bride. Is this your hands, sir? Showing letter. It is. Addressed to your fair waiting maid. My waiting maid. The laugh is passing round, and now the turn is yours, sir. She is gone. Eloped. Run off. And with the gentleman that brought your billy-doo. Is true worth false? He must be false. What madness tempted me to trust him with such audience as I knew must sense a mind and soul of man in trance, and leave him but the power to feel its spell. Of his own lesson he would profit-take, and plead it once an honorable love, supplanting

2:06:50wine, less pure, reformed too late. And if he did, what merit I, except to lose the maid, I would have wrongly won. And had I rightly priced her now had worn. I get but my deservings. Enter true worth, leading in Lydia, richly dressed and veiled front head to foot. Master true worth. Though for thy treachery thou hast excuse thou must account for it so much I lose. Sir, you have wronged me to a mount beyond acres and gold and life which makes them rich. And compensation I demand of you such as a man expects, and number one that's less than a man refuses. Where's the maid you falsely did abstract?

2:07:53I took her hence but not by guile, nor yet enforcement, sir, but of her free will, knowing what she did. That, as I found I cannot give her back, I own her status changed, but in her place this maid I offer you, her image far as feature, form, complexion, nature, go, resemblance, halting, only there, where thou thy self-didst pause, condition for this maid is gently born and generously bred. Low, for your fair loss, fair equivalent. Show me another son, another earth I can inherit as this son and earth. As thou didst take the maid, the maid herself give back, herself, her soul equivalent. A soul equivalent I offer you. My sister, sir, long-counted, lost, now found, who fled her home unwelcome bands to escape,

2:09:02which a half-father would have forced upon her, taking advantage of her brother's absence away on travel in a distant land, returned. I missed her, of the cause received invention, coward, false and criminating, and gave her up for lost, but happily did find her yesterday. Behold her, sir! The maid moves, veil. Lydia! My waiting maid! Thy sister, true worth, aren't thou fit, brother, to this virtuous maid? True worth, giving Lydia to Waller, let this assure thee Lydia to widow green. Madam pardon me, my double character, for honesty no other end assumed, and my concealment of master Waller's love. In all things else, I trust I may believe you hold me blameless.

2:10:06At least I'll say for you I should be so, for it was pastime, madam, not a task to wait upon you, little you exacted and ever made the most of what I did in mere obedience to you. Give me your hand. No love without a little rogory. If you do play the mistress well as maid, you will bear off the bell. There never was a better girl. I have made myself a fool. I am undone, if goes the news abroad. My wedding dress I don't for no effect except to put it off. I must be married. I'm a lost woman, if another day I go without a husband. What a sight he looks by master Waller. Yet he is busy, I die without, so needs must gop it down.

2:11:08I'll swallow him with what good grace I can. So will you fond love? Widow green. I own I have been rude to you. Thou dost not look so old by thirty, forty years as I did say. Douert far from ugly very far. And as I said so will you once before, thou art a kind and right good humored man. I was but angry with you. I'll tell you at a more convenient season, and you know an angry woman he'd not what she says and will say anything. I were unworthy the name of man. If an apology so gracious came of prophetless and from a lady. Will you take me with ogreen? Em. Curtsies. True worth.

2:12:08To wild drink. Master will drink dressed to go to church. She has acknowledged then she loves thee. No. Give me thy hand. I'll lead thee up to her. Steath what you about. You know her not. She'll brain thee. Fear not. Come along with me. Fair mistress constance. Well sir. Wild drink. To true worth. Mind. Don't fear. Love you not neighbour will drink. Love sir. Yes. You do. He loves another sir he does. I hate him. We were children sir together for fifteen years and more. Then ever came the day we did not quarrel. Make it up. Quarrel again and make it up again. Were never neighbours more like neighbours sir. Since he became a man and I a woman, it still has been the same.

2:13:10For cared I ever to give up round to any others. And now to come and tell me he's in love. And ask me to be bright made to his bride. How to stay do it sir. To fall in love. He thinks at least he might have asked my leave. Or had I wondered what he asked myself sir. Then give they self to me. How? What? Be mine. Thou art the only maid thy neighbour loves. Not serious neighbour will I have Jake. In the church I'll answer thee. If thou wilt take me. Though I'll neither dress nor walk nor dance nor know the widow Jones from an Italian French or German heir.

2:14:10No more of that. My hand. Give us it as free as thou did yesterday. Constance affecting to strike him. Nay. I will thank it. Give it how you willed. A triple wedding. May the widow green obtain brief hearing as she quits the scene. The love chase to your kindness to command in favour of an old, now absent friend. End of Act 5. End of Love Chase by James Sheridan Nolz.