Wendoll has recently come to John Frankford’s household and has been
I am a villain if I apprehend
But such a thought; then to attempt the deed--
Slave, thou art damned without redemption.
I’ll drive away this passion with a song.
A song! Ha, ha! A song, as if, fond man,
Thy eyes could swim in laughter, when they soul
Lies drenched and drowned in red tears of blood.
I’ll pray, and see if God within my heart
Plant better thoughts. Why, prayers are meditations,
And when I meditate--Oh, God, forgive me--
It is on her divine perfections.
I will forget her; I will arm myself
Not to entertain a thought of love to her;
And when I come by chance into her presence,
I’ll hale these balls until my eyestrings crack
From being pulled and drawn to look that way.
Oh, God! Oh, God! With what a violence
I am hurried to my own destruction.
There goest thou the most perfectest man
That ever England bred a gentleman;
And shall I wrong his bed? Thou God of thunder,
Stay in Thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath
Thy great almighty and all-judging hand
From speedy execution on a villain,
A villain and a traitor to his friend. [...]
He doth maintain me, he allow me largely Money to spend-- [...]
My gelding and my man. [...]
This kindness grows of no alliance ‘twixt us. [...]
I never bound him to me by desert,
Of a mere stranger, a poor gentleman,
A man by whom in no kind he could gain!
He hath placed me in the height of all hi thoughts,
Made me companion with the best and chiefest
In Yorkshire. He cannot eat without me,
Nor laugh without me. I am to his body
As necessary as digestion,
And equally do make him whole or sick.
And shall I wrong this man? Base man!
Hast thou the power straight with thy gory hands
To rip thy image from his bleeding heart?
To scratch thy name from out the holy book
Of his remembrance, and to wound his name
That holds thy name so dear, or rend his heart
To whom they heart was joined and knit together?
And yet I must. Then Wendoll, be content;
Thus villains, when they would, cannot repent.
Thomas Heywood. “A Woman Killed With Kindness”. Renaissance Drama: An Anthology of Plays and Entertainments. Ed. Arthur F. Kinney. Oxford: Blackwell Publishing, 2005. pp.496-497.
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