Fortune by land and sea, a tragi-comedy

Front matter

BY

THOMAS HEYWOOD

AND

Preface

It was with the greatest reverence that I approached the task of reconstructing Thomas Heywood's play for modern stage production. Any variation from the original, either in the arrangement of scenes or in omissions, has been made with a view to bringing out the dramatic value of the work, and placing before the public the story of the play in a connected form, that its picturesque beauties may be more quickly grasped and appreciated.

Sometimes a word or sentence has been changed after a careful study of the context, where the meaning was vague or the word obsolete. The opening of Scene 2, Act I., has been introduced from Heywood's " Fair Maid of the West," in order to give a more vivid picture of tavern life of the time. As such innovations were frequent during the Elizabethan period, it cannot be taken amiss to follow the example of those dramatists, and add a touch of color to the scene in Heywood's own words.

The stage directions are my own, as the edition from which I prepared my acting version gave none. These have been suggested either by the text or a study of the manners and customs of those days. In all things I have tried to keep in mind what Heywood would himself have done with the players at the " Rose" or " Fortune " theatre where he acted. We know on good authority that this play was not published until after its author's death. We also know from Kirkman that many of Heywood's plays " were written in taverns on the backside of tavern bills." This may account for the vagueness of certain passages, as such manuscripts must have been very fragmentary ; or it may be that what has come down to us was one of the copies which Heywood complained of as " corrupt and mangled, copied only out of the ear." Considering all these facts, it cannot be deemed an undue liberty to endeavor by a little respectful editing to make the author's meaning clear.

In speaking of one of Heywood's plays that was very popular, it being represented before James I. and his queen three times in the space of eight days, John Addington Symonds quotes the following from a writer of that time : " It was produced under the wise conduct of that admirable artist, Mr. Inigo Jones, master-surveyor of the King's work, etc., who to every act, nay, almost to every scene, by his excellent inventions gave such an extraordinary lustre — upon every occasion changing the stage, to the admiration of all the spectators — that as I most ingenuously confess, it was above my apprehension to conceive." This account, it seems to me, would be sufficient authority to justify the use of scenery in any revival of the Elizabethan drama, instead of clinging to the traditional rushes and tallow dips.

In publishing the full text of the play, in order that the reader may compare it with my acting version, I have chosen Barron Field's edition, as that is the one more familiar to students.

Janet Edmondson Walker.

Boston, February, 1899.

THOMAS HEYWOOD.

I do not know whether Thomas Heywood ever had permission from the Crown to write " Gentleman " after his name, or whether he could so style himself by right of inheritance ; but certain it is that he was so accounted in the hearts of his friends and contemporaries, and deserved the title in its broadest, truest sense. " He was a fellow actor and fellow dramatist with Shakspeare," says Charles Lamb. " He possessed not the imagination of the latter, but in all those qualities which gained for Shakspeare the attribute of gentle, he was not inferior to him — generosity, courtesy, temperance in the depths of passion ; sweetness, in a word, and gentleness." In speaking of Heywood's work, Mr. Symonds says : " His means of reaching the heart are of the simplest. He depends for his tragic effects upon no Atd, no midnight horrors, no sarcastic knave. Yet his use of some name, ' Nan, Nan,'' and his allusions to Christ and our religion, go straight to the very soul."

His men are all gentlemen, but he seems to have taken special delight in portraying brave, high-spirited young men. " Nothing could be finer," to again quote Mr. Symonds, "than the bearing of Young Forrest (in Fortune by Land and Sea) when he challenges Rainsforth."

Little seems to be known or rather recorded about the birth and family of Heywood beyond the fact that he was a native of Lincolnshire, but I should judge that he belonged to the upper middle class. That he was a man of fine literary taste is shown by the character of his miscellaneous writings, and he was a versatile as well as a prolific writer. Besides having had a hand in over two hundred and twenty dramas, he wrote the Lord Mayor's pageants for many years, and various prologues and eulogies. He also delighted in the labor of compilation, and had for some time on hand a Biographical Dictionary of all the poets, from the most remote period of the world's history down to his own time. What he accomplished in his profession outside of literature was quite remarkable. We are told by Kirkman that "he acted every day," and was a member of the Lord Admiral's, Earl of Southampton's, Earl of Derby's, Earl of Worcester's, and the Queen's companies. After the death of the Queen in 1603, he went back to the Earl of Worcester's company, but before that we hear of him in 1594 as an actor and author under the management of Philip Henslow. During this period Heywood must have acted at the " Rose " theatre, it being the only one Henslow owned at that time. I can find no record of the time or place of Heywood's death, except that he lived to a ripe old age and died in the middle of the 17th century.

There were four other dramatic poets named Heywood.

John Heywood (1 500-1 580). "A sort of Court Jester, though of good social position, who amused by his powers of repartee. Author of a popular work, " Epigrams and Proverbs," besides several plays. He wrote three interludes in which for the first time characters were personal and not mere abstractions, and thus paved the way for English Comedy." — Century Cyclopedia.

Elizceus. " Eldest son of John Heywood, published his ' II Moro,' dedicated to Cardinal Pole, in 1556. Joined the society of Jesus in 1562." — Biog. Drama.

Jasper. " Second son of John Heywood, was born 1535. He was translator of three tragedies attributed to Seneca : ' Thyestes,' 1561 ; 'Hercules Furens,' 1561 ; 'Troas,' 1581. Became a priest, and subsequently provincial of the Society of Jesus. He was treated with severity in the Tower and ultimately banished in 1585." — Biog. Drama.

Matthew Heywood. " Author of a comedy called the ' Changeling.'

" Matthew and Thomas Heywood were not relatives, neither were they related to John Heywood." — John Green's " Odds and Ends" of Covent Garden and the ancient drama, compiled from various manuscripts and published in London in the early part of the present century.

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PHILIP HENSLOW.

(UNDER WHOSE MANAGEMENT THOMAS HEYWOOD ACTED AND WROTE PLAYS.)

Philip Henslow was one of those persons who, dull in themselves, do the greatest service to literature by jotting down trifling details of the life going on about them, thus giving us in a few words a vivid picture of the men and manners of the time. He began life as servant or clerk to the bailiff of Viscount Montague, having charge of the Viscount's town house in Southwark, a parliamentary borough of London situated on the southern bank of the Thames. Henslow's diary tells us that he loaned money to actors or advanced it upon their plays. He also bought the manuscripts of dramas, paying sums like eight and ten pounds for a play. This investment of his savings while bailiff's clerk must have proved a successful venture for Henslow, as at that time the drama was in the height of popularity, patronized by Royalty, whose seal of approval set the fashion of the day. At all events, we read that Henslow " gradually made money and bought property." He owned several inns, one of which, the Boar's Head tavern, was made famous by Shakspeare as the scene of Falstaff's carousals. In 1585, Henslow bought land at Bankside, a small district lying on the south side of the Thames between Blackfriars and Waterloo bridges. Bankside belonged to the manor of Southwark and, not being included in the grant to the City, it virtually enjoyed the privilege of asylum like Blackfriars, its neighbor on the opposite side of the river. Players had been expelled from the city limits, but the Sheriff could not touch them here.

In this quaint old quarter, under the shadow of the church of St. Mary Avaries, and not far from the grim walls of the Clink prison, wise Philip Henslow built in 1592 the "Rose Theatre." It is an interesting fact to note that Henslow's Rose theatre was built four years previous to the erection of the Blackfriars theatre, which has been generally spoken of as the first theatre in London. Several entries in Henslow's diary alluding to the cost of " theatrical wardrobe for the Blackfriars " have led some writers to assume that he had an interest in the playhouse associated with Shakspeare's name, but he evidently meant his own house, " the Fortune," and the mistake presumably arose from confusing the Blackfriars theatre with the locality of the same name.

As a theatrical manager, Henslow was quite as successful as he had been as a money lender and inn-keeper, for in 1599 the management of the Blackfriars theatre (built in 1596) sought to share his patronage by building a rival theatre in Bankside, called the "Globe." Henslow returned the compliment in the following year (1600) by erecting in Blackfriars a fine theatre, "The Fortune." In this enterprise he had the co-operation of Alleyn, reckoned one of the best actors of his day and afterwards founder of Dulwich College. Henslow was a good business man, saving and thrifty, and ought to have left a fine fortune behind him. If he did so, I can find no record of who profited by his wealth after his death in 1616.

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" Barron Field, lawyer and misc. writer, 2d son of Henry Field, treasurer of Apothecaries Co. by his wife Esther, daughter of John Barron, was born Oct. 23, 1786. Intimate and dear acquaintance of Charles Lamb. Knew Coleridge, Wordsworth, Hazlitt, Leigh Hunt, etc. Early supported himself by literature. Theatrical critic of the Times. Appointed official at Ceylon, then Judge of Supreme Court of New S. Wales. Stayed there seven years. (See impressions in London Magazine 1822-5, also 'Geographical Memoirs of New South Wales '). Unjustly (?) charged with encouraging litigation to augment his income. Quick to embark in the party squabbles of the colony. Next appointed to chief- justiceship at Gibraltar, where Benj. Disraeli visited him 1830 and left a disparaging account of his manners. Died childless, April 11, 1846. He edited for the Shakspeare Soc. (1) The First and Second Parts of King Edward IV., Histories by Thos. Heywood, (1842); (2) The True Tragedy of Richard III. (1844); (3) The Fair Maid of the Exchange, by Heywood, and Fortune by Land and Sea, by Heywood & Rowley, (1846). Was always an extravagant admirer of Heywood and had planned to edit all his works, but death prevented."

Extract from Barron Field's introduction to " Fortune by Land and Sea " : —

" It would seem unnatural now-a-days that an eldest son for marrying a young lady with no fortune, should by his father be not only disinherited but made together with his wife domestic servants to the father and younger brothers ; but in Shakspeare's day such patriarchal tyranny could be practised with no check from public opinion. The land generally went by heirship to the eldest son and younger brothers under pretence of having the run of the house were virtually servants to the heir."

A Tragi-Cotnedy

As it was acted with great applause by the Queen's servants

Written by

THOMAS HEYWOOD

WILLIAM ROWLEY

LONDON

Printed for John Sweeting at the Angel in

Pope's-head Alley, and Robert Pollard, at the

Ben Johnson's Head behind the Exchange

THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY.

> his sons.

Old Forrest.

Frank Forrest,

Young Forrest,

Old Harding.

Philip, his eldest son, married to Susan Forrest.

William, )

T > his younger sons.

John, ) 3 &

Master Rainsforth, a quarrelsome Gentleman.

Goodwin, > . , „ . , , „ >■ Friends to Rainsford.

Foster, )

A Merchant, brother to Mrs. Harding.

Purser, ) .

„ > Pirates.

Clinton, \

Clown.

Pursuivant.

Host.

Sailor.

Hangman.

Drawers.

Officers.

Mrs. Ann Harding, second wife to Old Harding.

Susan, daughter of Old Forrest, wife to Philip Harding.

Bess, barmaid.

The Scene London.

Scene i. — A Street

Enter L. Old Forrest, Frank Forrest, Susan. Enter R. Mr. Rainsforth, Goodwin, and Foster. Bow, and, as they pass each other, Rainsforth touches Frank Forrest on shoulder, detaining him, and speaks low.

Rainsforth : I prithee, Frank, let's have thy company to supper.

Frank : With all my heart. If I can but give my father here the slip by six o'clock, I will not fail.

Rainsforth : I'll talk with him. (Crosses to Old Forrest.) I prithee, old man, lend's thy son to-night. We'll borrow him but some two hours, and send him home again to thee presently.

Goodwin : Faith, do, Mr. Forrest. He cannot spend his time in better company.

Old Forrest : Ah ! gentlemen, his too much liberty breeds many strange, outrageous ills in youth, and fashions them to vice.

Rainsforth : Nay, school us not, old man. Some of us are too old to learn ; and, being past whipping, too, there's no hope of profiting. If we shall have him, say so. If not, I prithee keep him still, and God give thee good of him.

Frank : Nay, will you be gone ? I'll be at the heels of you as I live.

Foster (to Rainsforth): 'Tis enough. Let's go.

Old Forrest : Nay, gentlemen, do not mistake me, pray. I love my son, but do not dote on him. Nor is he such a darling in mine eye that I am loath to have him from my sight. Yet let me tell you, had you, gentlemen, called him to any fairer exercise, as practice of known weapons or to back some gallant steed,* had it been to dance, leap in the fields, to wrestle, or to try masteries in any noble quality, I could have spared him to you half his age. But call him out to drinking ! Of all skill, I hold that much used practice the most ill.

* Original " gennet," a Spanish horse. — Skeat.

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Rainsforth : Sir, what we do's in love. And let you know, we do not need his purse nor his acquaintance. Nor, if you should take aught amiss, can we be sorry, nor strive * to ask your pardon. Fare you well. Come, gentlemen.

{Exeunt R. Rainsforth and Goodwin.)

Old Forrest : Oh, son, that thou wilt follow rioting, surfeit by drinking and unseasoned hours ! These gentlemen perhaps may do it, they're rich, well landed, and their fathers purchase daily where I, Heaven knows, the world still frowning on me, am forced to sell and mortgage to keep you. His brother ranks himself with the best gallants that flourish in the kingdom ; is honoured for his great learning, his person wooed and sought by them more bound to him for his discourse, than he to them for their expense and cost. Thy course is otherwise, thee not able to spend with them. Will drinking healths, cups of mulled sack, and glasses elbow deep, drunk in thy youth, maintain thee in thy age ? No, 'twill not hold out, boy.

Frank : My company hath not been to your purse so chargeable. I do not spend so much.

Old Forrest : Thou spendest thy time, more precious than thy coin ; consumest thy hopes, thy fortune and thy after expectations in drowning surfeits. Tell me, canst thou call that thrift, to be prodigal in all these. Use thy discretion. Somewhat I divine, mine is the care, the loss or profit thine.

(Exit L.)

Susan : Brother, be ruled. My father grieves to see you given to these boundless riots. Will you follow ? Frank : Lead you the way, I'll after you. Susan : 'Tis well ; he'll look for you within.

(Exeunt L.)

At rise of curtain gallants drinking at tables. Purser and Clinton seated at table down stage. Song at one of the tables, etc. Enter Merchant and Captain Goodlash.

ist Drawer : You are welcome, gentlemen. 2nd Drawer : Look out a towel and some rolls, a salt and trenchers.

Merchant : No, sir, we will not dine.

ist Drawer: I am sure you would if you had my stomach {goes up stage).

2nd Drawer : What wine drink ye, sack or claret ?

Merchant : Where's Bess ?

2nd Drawer : Marry, above, with three or four gentlemen.

Merchant : Go, call her.

2nd Drawer : I'll draw you a cup of the neatest wine in London.

Merchant : I'll taste none of your drawing, go call Bess {sits at table).

2nd Drawer: There's nothing in the mouths of these gallants but "Bess, Bess."

Merchant : What say you, sir ?

2nd Drawer : Nothing, sir ; but I'll go call her.

Merchant: When put we to sea?

Captain Goodlash : When the wind's fair. But pray tell me, why, being a man well revenued, will you adventure thus a doubtful voyage, when only such as I, born to no other fortune, should seek abroad for pillage ?

Merchant : Pillage, Captain ! Nay, 'tis for honour, no hope of gain or spoil, that draws me.

Capt. G. : Ay, but what draws you to this house so oft ?

Merchant : As if thou knew'st it not !

Capt. G. : What, Bess ?

Merchant : Even she.

Capt. G. : Come, I must tell you, you forget yourself. One of your birth and breeding thus to dote upon a tanner's daughter ! Why, her father sold hides in Somersetshire, and being trade-fallen sent her to service.

Merchant : Prithee, speak no more, thou tellest me that which I would fain forget or wish I had not known. If thou wilt humour me, tell me she's fair and honest.

Capt. G. : Yes, and loves you.

Merchant: To forget that were to exclude the rest — See, she comes !

Enter Bess.

Bess : Sweet Master, you're a stranger grown. Where have you been these three days ?

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Merchant : Last night I sat up late at game. Here, take this bag and lay't up till I call for it. Bess : Sir, I shall.

Merchant : Bring some wine.

Bess : I know your taste and I shall please your palate.

(Exit.)

Clinton : In your time have you seen a sweeter creature ? She hath almost undone the other taverns ; the gallants make no rendezvous now but at the Castle.

Purser : Spite of them I shall have her.

Clinton : Do you think she is so easily won ?

Purser: Easily or not, I'll bid as fair and far as any man within twenty miles of my head.

Enter Bess.

Bess : 'Tis of the best Graves wine, sir.

Merchant : Gramercy, girl, come sit.

Bess : Pray pardon, sir, I dare not.

Merchant : But I'll have it so.

Bess : My fellow servants love me not and will complain of such a saucy boldness.

Capt. G. : Out on your fellows ! I'll try whether their pottle pots or heads be harder if I do but hear them grumble.

Merchant : Sit now, Bess, and drink to me.

Bess (taking mug) : To your good voyage — (drinks).

Enter ist Drawer.

ist Drawer: Bess, you must fill some wine into the Portcullis. (Aside) Must you be set and we wait ?

Merchant : What say you, sir ?

ist Drawer: The gentlemen will drink none but of her drawing.

Bess (rising) : Pray pardon, sir, I needs must be gone.

Merchant (detaining her) : She shall not rise, sir, go, let your master snick up.*

Bess : Pray give me leave to fill for them.

Merchant : First one word with you alone.

* Go hang.

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Bess {to Drawer) : Go, say I come anon. {Exit Drawer). {To Merchant) Is aught amiss with thee?

Merchant : Bess, all my afflictions are that I must leave thee ; thou knowest my necessity.

Bess : Is it coin you want ? Here is the hundred pound you gave me late ; use that, beside what I have saved and stored, which makes it fifty more. Were it ten thousand, nay, a whole million, all were thine. I wish I had been born equal to you, or you so low to have been ranked with me. I could then have presumed to say I love you.

Merchant : Bess, I thank thee. Keep still that hundred pounds till my return. If never, wench, take it ; it is thine own. Time calls hence. We now must part.

Bess : Farewell !

Merchant : A thousand farewells are in one contracted

{kisses her). Come, Captain, away.

{Exit.)

Purser {coming to Bess) : What gentlemen are those ?

Bess : Sir, they are such as please to be our guests.

Purser : Give me their names.

Bess : You may go search the church book where they were christened ; there you, perhaps, may learn them.

Purser : How, minion ? {seises her roughly?)

Bess : Pray, hands off !

Clinton {separating them) : Fie ! fie ! you are too rude with this fair creature.

Purser : I tell thee, maid, no man shall kiss thee but by my leave. Know'st thou whom thou slightest ? I am a man of whom the roarers * stand in awe and must not be put off.

Bess : I never yet heard man so praise himself but proved in the end a coward.

Purser {seizing her again roughly) : Coward, Bess ! You will offend me, raise in me that fury your beauty cannot calm. Your language is too harsh. I tell thee, that day scarce passed me these seven years, I have not cracked a weapon in some fray ; and will you move my spleen ?

All: What, threat a woman ? Fie! fie! {They pull Purser away?)

Bess : Can we not live in compass of the law, but must be swaggered out on't ?

Purser : Go to, wench, I wish thee well. There's good for thee stored in my breast, but when I come in place I must have no man to offend mine eye. My love can brook no rivals. For this time I am content your captains shall have peace, but must not be used to it.

Bess : Sir, if you come here like other free * and civil gentlemen, you're welcome, otherwise the doors are barred you.

Purser : I have fortunes laid up. What I have, command it as thine own. Consider on't, my good girl — farewell.

(Exit, followed by all.)

Bess : My mind suggests me this prating fellow is some notorious coward.

(Uproar outside.) Enter ist Drawer.

ist Drawer: Bess, you must needs come; the gentlemen

fling pots, pottle, drawers and all, down stairs. The whole

house is in an uproar.

(Exit Bess.) Enter Rainsforth, Goodwin, and Foster.

Rainsforth: Boy, my cloak.

Goodwin : Our cloaks, sirrah.

Foster : Why, Drawer !

ist Drawer : Here, sir.

Rainsforth : Some canary, sack and tobacco.

ist Drawer : You shall, sir. Wilt please you stay to supper ?

Rainsforth : Yes, marry, will we, sir. Let's have the best

cheer the kitchen yields. The pipe, sirrah.

Drawer : Here, sir.

(Exit.)

Rainsforth : Will Frank be here at supper ?

Goodwin : So, sir, he promised and presumes he will not fail his hour.

Rainsforth : Some sack, boy. I am all lead within. There's no mirth in me, nor was I wont to be so lumpish sad. (To the boy who has drought the wine) Reach me the glass. What's this?

2nd Drawer : Good sherry sack, sir.

* Independent.

Rainsforth : I meant canary, sir. What, hast no brains ? {Throws wine on floor.)

2nd Drawer : To the devil with your brains ! Are your fingers so light ?

Rainsforth : What d'ye say, sir ?

2nd Drawer : You shall have canary presently. (Exit.)

Goodwin : When was he wont to be in this sad strain ? Excepting some few sudden melancholies, there lives not one more free and sociable.

Foster : I am too well acquainted with his humor to stir his blood in the least distemperature. (To Rainsforth) Cozen, I'll sit with you here.

Rainsforth: Do come to me. (To Drawer who enters) Have you hit upon the right canary now or could your hogshead find a Spanish Butt ? (To his friends) A health ! ' Goodwin : Were it my height, I'll pledge it. (Drinks.)

Foster : How do you now, man ?

Rainsforth : Well, well, exceedingly well. My melancholy sadness steals away, and by degrees shrinks from my troubled heart. Come, let's be merry. More tobacco, boy, and bring in supper.

Enter Frank Forrest.

Foster : Welcome, Frank, welcome. Wilt thou sit here, old lad ?

Goodwin : Or here ?

Frank : Wherefore hath nature lent me two hands but to use them both at once ? My cloak. I am for you here and here. (Removes cloak and gives it to boy — then sits by Goodwin.)

Foster (to Drawer) : Bid them make haste with supper. (To Goodwin and Frank) Some discourse to pass away the time.

Rainsforth : Now, Frank, how stole you from your father's arms ? You have been schooled, no doubt. Fie, fie upon 't, ere I would live in such base servitude to an old graybeard, 'sfoot, I'd hang myself. A man cannot be merry and drink drunk, but he must be controlled by gravity.

Frank : O, pardon him, you know he is my father and what he doth is but paternal love. Though I be wild, I am not so past reason his person to despise, though I his counsel cannot severely follow.

Rainsforth : 'S foot, he's a fool.

Frank : A fool ! You're a —

Foster : Nay, gentlemen !

Frank : I restrain my tongue hoping you speak out of some spleenful rashness, and no deliberate malice. And 't may be you are sorry that a word so unreverent, to wrong so good an aged gentleman, should pass you unawares.

Rainsforth : Sorry, sir boy ! You will not take exceptions ?

Frank : Not against you with willingness, whom I have loved so long. Yet you might think me a most ungracious son to give smooth countenance unto my father's wrong. Come, I dare swear it was not in malice and I take it so. Let's frame some other talk. Here, gentlemen !

Rainsforth : But hear me, boy. It seems, sir, you are angry.

Frank : Not yet.

Rainsforth : Then what would anger thee ?

Frank : Nothing from you.

Rainsforth : Of all things under heaven, what would'st thou loathest have me do ?

Frank : I would not have you wrong my father and I hope you will not.

Rainsforth : Thy father's an old dotard.

Frank {starting to his feet) : I could not brook this at a monarch's hands, much less at thine.

Rainsforth {mockingly) : Ay, boy, then take you that. {Flings wine in his face ; Frank draws szvord, Rainsforth does the same quickly.)

Frank : I was not born to brook this. Oh ! I'm slain. {Falls dead)

Goodwin : Sweet coz, what have you done ? Shift for your self.

Foster: Away. {They hurry Rainsforth out. As they do so, the Drawers enter carrying supper, see Frank's body, and call out)

ist Drawer : Oh ! stay the gentlemen ; they have killed a man.

Enter Bess who runs to Frank and kneels beside him. The Drawers

come to her.

ist Drawer : O, sweet Mr. Francis !

2D Drawer : They have drawn the blood of this gentleman that I have drawn many a quart of wine to.

Bess : What ! Are you men or milksops ? Stand you still, senseless as stones, and see a man expire his last ? One call my master, another fetch a constable !

ist Drawer: Hark, I hear his father's voice below ; ten to one he is come to fetch him home to supper and now he may carry him home to his grave. — See, here he comes.

Bess and the others draw aside as Mr. Forrest and Susan and the Host enter.

Host : You must take comfort, sir.

Old Forrest : Would Heaven I could.

Susan : Oh ! my brother. {Kneels by Frank, xveeping and wringing her hands.)

Old Forrest : Is he dead, is he dead, girl ?

Susan : Ay, dead, sir. Frank is dead.

Old Forrest : Alas, alas, my boy ! (Falls into chair by table.) I have not the heart to look upon his wide and gaping wounds. (Turning to Host.) Pray tell me, sir, doth this appear to you fearful and pitiful, to you who are a stranger to my dead boy ?