Frank. Prithee no more! those tears give nourishment
To weeds and briers in me, which shortly will
O’ergrow and top my head; my shame will sit
And cover all that can be seen of me.
Win. I have not shown this cheek in company;
Pardon me now: thus singled with yourself,
It calls a thousand sorrows round about,
Some going before, and some on either side,
But infinite behind; all chained together:
Your second adulterous marriage leads;
That is the sad eclipse, th’ effects must follow,
As plagues of shame, spite, scorn, and obloquy.
Frank. Why, hast thou not left one hour’s patience
To add to all the rest? one hour bears us
Beyond the reach of all these enemies:
Are we not now set forward in the flight,
Provided with the dowry of my sin[439]
To keep us in some other nation?
While we together are, we are at home
In any place.
Win. ’Tis foul ill-gotten coin,
Far worse than usury or extortion.
Frank. Let
My father, then, make the restitution,
Who forced me to take the bribe: it is his gift
And patrimony to me; so I receive it.
He would not bless, nor look a father on me,
Until I satisfied his angry will:
When I was sold, I sold myself again—
Some knaves have done’t in lands, and I in body—
For money, and I have the hire. But, sweet, no more,
’Tis hazard of discovery, our discourse;
And then prevention takes off all our hopes:
For only but to take her leave of me
My wife is coming.
Win. Who coming? your wife!
Frank. No, no; thou art here: the woman—I knew
Not how to call her now; but after this day
She shall be quite forgot and have no name
In my remembrance. See, see! she’s come.
Enter Susan.
Go lead
The horses to th’ hill’s top; there I’ll meet thee.