Page:Cutter of Coleman-street - Cowley (1663).djvu/54

For me it is no matter; when I'm dead,
My busie soul shall flutter still about him,
'Twill not be else in Heaven; it shall watch
Over his sleeps, and drive away all dreams
That come not with a soft and downy wing;
If any dangers threaten, it shall becken
And call his spirit away, till they be past,
And be more diligent than his Guardian Angel;
And when just Heaven, as I'm assur'd it will,
Shall clear my Honor and my Innocence,
He'l sigh, I know, and pity my misfortunes,
And blame himself, and curse my false Accusers,
And weep upon my Grave
For my wrong'd Virtue, and mistaken Truth,
[Exit.And unjust Death, I ask no more.

 

Scene 3.

Enter Truman Junior.

'Twas barbarously done to leave her so;
Kneeling and weeping to me; 'twas inhuman;
I'l back and take my leave more civilly,
So as befits one who was once her Worshipper.
[Goes over the Stage, and comes back. 
She's gone; why let her go; I feel her still;
I feel the root of her, labouring within
To sprout afresh, but I will pluck it up,
Or tear my heart with 't.

 

Scene 4.

Enter Jolly, Truman Senior.

Joll.He's there, Sir, pray let him now resolve you positively what he means to do.

Trum. s.What he means to do, Colonel? that were fine
'Ifaith; if he be my son he shall mean nothing;
Boys must not have their meanings, Colonel:
Let him mean what I mean with a Wennion.

Trum. j.