Fathers own son a comedy formerly acted at the private house in Black Fryers, and now at the Theatre in Vere-Street by His Majesties servants / the author John Fletcher, Gent.

Scaena Tertia.

Enter Michael and V••lentine.

Mich.

GOod sir go back again, and take my counsell, Sores are 〈…〉〈…〉, nor time broke from us, Pul'd back again by sighe••.

Val.

What should I doe friend?

Mich.

Doe that th••t m••y red••••me ye, goe back quic••ly, Sebastians daughter can prevaile much with her, The Abbes••e is her Aunt too••

Val.

But my f••iend then•• Whose love and losse is equall ty'd••

Mich.

Con••ent ye, That shall be my ta••ke if he be alive, Or where my travell and my care may re••ch him, I'le bring him backe againe.

Val.

Say he ••ome b••cke To piece his poor friends life out? and my mistresse Be vow'd for eve•• a re••••••se?

Mich.

So suddenly She cannot, haste ye therefor•• instantly ••w••y ••••r, To put that daughter by first as to a father, Then as a friend she was committed to ye, And all the care sh•• now has: by which priviledge She cannot doe her thi•• violence, But you may breake it, and the law allowe•• ye.

Val.

O but I forc'd her to it.

Mich.

Leave disputing Against your selfe, if you will need•• be miserable Spight of her goodnesse, and your friends pe••swasion••, Thinke on, and thrive thereafter.

Val.

I will ho•••• th•••••• And follow you•• advis•••• and good, good Mich••••l.

Mich.

No more, I know your soul's divided Valentine, Cure but that part at home with spe••dy marriag•• Er•• my r••turn••, for then those thoughts that vext her, While there ran any str••am•• for l••o•••• affections, Will be stopt up, and chaste ey'd honour guide h••r Away, and hope the b••st still: I'le worke for ye, And pray too h••••••tily, away, no more word••.

Ex••unt.