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You may declare your will here are no eares But those I will not banish, were your busines More secret. Tho. Lady, I come to free My worthy freind and your owne servant, Bonvill, From an uniust suspition your conceite Retaines of him. Your mother did employ me In the unlucky message that pronouncd you Empty of honor. Bel. Has your worthles freind Hird you to sweare this? Tho.
These brawles are so disgustful, as some will say they were better forgotten, yet all men of good iudgement will conclude it were better their basenes should be manifest to the world, then the busines beare the scorne and shame of their excused disorders.
Good Boy, to bed; my busines is of waight And must not be deferrd: good night, sweet Boy. Boy. My father was not wont to be so kind To hug me and to kisse me soe. Leid. Why do'st thou weep? Boy. I cannot tell, but sure a tendernes, Whether it be with your kind words unto me Or what it is, has crept about my hart, Sir, And such a sodaine heavynes withall, too. Leid.
The next daye we determined to depart from this place being as wel contented as was possible that we had so happily ended our busines, with good hope, if occasion would permitte, to discouer perfectly the riuer of Iordan.
Why theis, my lords? and why in every Garrison, Unles he had an end that shot at evill, Should he so strongly plant theis fire-brands And through his powre add daylie to their nombers? Bred. Most sure he is suspected, strongly suspected But that a man of his great trust and busines Should sinck or suffer under doubts or whispers Or loose his honour by an others envy, Is not faire play nor honest.
No, my good Lords, those vollyes never fright me; Yet, not to seeme remisse or sleep secure here, I have taken order to prevent their angers; I have sent Patents out for the choicest Companies Hether to be remov'd: first, Collonell Veres From Dort; next Sir Charles Morgans, a stowt Company; And last my Cosens, the Count Ernests Company: With theis I doubt not to make good our busines; They shall not find us babes.
Bel. Well, we shall see the goodly youth your curiositie has elected, when my brother returnes, I hope. Clar. I hope soe, too; I marvill where this Cub is, He is not roaring here yet. Enter Thorogood. Bon. Tho. Ladies, I must desire your pardon for my friend: I have some busines will a while deprive him Your sweet companies. Clar. Take him away; we are weary of him. Bel. Bon.
You are a good Lord, Indeed I love you for't and will pray for you. Come, father; now I must goe too, I care not. While I am with you, you shall have no hurt, Ile be your warrant. Leid. I have lost myself, But something I shall doe. Or. 'Tis time to rise; And, if your Lordshipps please, we will defer Our other busines to an other sitting. Vand.
Concerning marriage, besides that it is a covenant which hath nothing free but the entrance, the continuance being forced and constrained, depending else-where than from our will, and a match ordinarily concluded to other ends: A thousand strange knots are therein commonly to be unknit, able to break the web, and trouble the whole course of a lively affection; whereas in friendship there is no commerce or busines depending on the same, but it selfe.
My busines is a foote; your Jewell, Madam, Will credit much the cause. La. Wee will withdraw And let me know how you have cast the plott. Enter Sir Richard, opening a Letter; a Footman waiting. Ri. From thy Master? his name? Foo. Sir Walter Littleland. Ri. I doe not know him. Foo.
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