Win. Sweet,
We shall meet again as soon as thou canst possibly?
Frank. We shall. One kiss—away! [Exit Winnifred.
Enter Sir Arthur Clarington.
Sir Arth. Frank Thorney!
Frank. Here, sir.
Sir Arth. Alone? then must I tell thee in plain terms
Thou hast wronged thy master’s house basely and lewdly.
Frank. Your house, sir?
Sir Arth. Yes, sir: if the nimble devil
That wantoned in your blood rebelled against
All rules of honest duty, you might, sir,
Have found out some more fitting place than here
To have built a stews in. All the country whispers
How shamefully thou hast undone a maid,
Approved for modest life, for civil carriage,
Till thy prevailing perjuries enticed her
To forfeit shame. Will you be honest yet,
Make her amends and marry her?
Frank. So, sir,
I might bring both myself and her to beggary;
And that would be a shame worse than the other.
Sir Arth. You should have thought on this before, and then
Your reason would have overswayed the passion
Of your unruly lust. But that you may
Be left without excuse, to salve the infamy
Of my disgracèd house, and ’cause you are
A gentleman, and both of you my servants,
I’ll make the maid a portion.