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I sweare to you I saw him Not many howres since, and hundreds more; But yet, as one that's bound to honour him, I had rather have had assuraunce of his death Than so to have seen him. Both. Why? Serv. I have followd him When every step he made met a Petition, And these, that are his Judges now, like Clyents Have wayted on him.
Enter Wife & Daughter. Serv. Is broken in now upon us. Wife. He will not be denyde. O, my deare Husband! The cruell Princes Captaine! Cap. Ope the dore; Wee'll force it els, and all that dare resist us Wee'll put to th'Sword. Bar. Open the dore: farewell, Wiffe; Goe to the French Embassadour presently; There's all my hope.
A fragment has been preserved: -Hiberno pulvere, verno luto, grandia farra Camille metes- Sat. v. 20; Festus, Ep. v. Flaminius, p. 93, M.; Serv. on Virg. II. VIII. Appius Claudius II. VIII. Rome and the Romans of This Epoch
Madam, I was merely drawn in; I only thought to sport a Dye or so: I had only an innocent design to have discover'd whether this Gentleman had stoln my Gold, that so I might have hang'd him Gay. A very innocent Design indeed! Sir Cau. Ay, Sir, that's all, as I'm an honest man. L. Ful. I've sworn, nor are the Stars more fix'd than I. Enter Servant. Serv. How! my Lady and his Worship up?
"To speak what I think," replied Brutus, "I have not only acquired a proper acquaintance with their characters from your account of them, but I can likewise discover, that the same comparison might be drawn between you and Serv. Sulpicius, which you have just been making between Crassus and Scaevola."
'tis now a cryme to know thee ... ... ... be death. Enter Servant. Serv. My Lady would entreat, Sir Bar. My head? What art thou? from whom sent? Serv. Heaven blesse me! Bar. Are they so greedy of my blood? O, pardon me: I know thee now; thou art my honest Servant. What would thy Lady? Serv. Your Company to supper, Sir. Bar.
'Troth, I thinck not, Sir. Bar. No, Boy, I warrant thee; they make great soundes, But mark what followes. Prethee, let's be merry, I want it much. Son. I am glad to see you so, Sir. Enter Servant. Bar. I cannot be above two daies from Councell, I know their wants. How now, what haste? Serv. O, Sir, ye are undon; We have lost ye. Bar. Ha! Serv. For ever lost ye. Bar. Why? Bar. Where? how?
But there was at any rate an epoch when the dominion of Rome over Italy demanded a certain knowledge of the language of the country on the part of Romans of rank. The employment of the lyre in ritual is attested by Cicero de Orat. iii. 51, 197; Tusc. iv. 2, 4; Dionysius, vii. 72; Appian, Pun. 66; and the inscription in Orelli, 2448, comp. 1803. Macrob. Tusc. i. 2, 3; iv. 2, 3; Varro ap. Serv.
My good Servant, He has some frends left yet and powerfull ones That can doe more then weepe for him as we doe; Those I will strayt sollicite. In the meane time, That to his comfort he may know so much, Endeavour thou to have this simple present As from thy self sent to him. Serv. I will hazard All that can fall upon me to effect it. Enter Provost & Guard. Pro. What makes this fellow here?
I would also wait for any particular directions or commands, if their Majesties please to give me any, for the fuller ordering this perplexed affair. Sir, I beg pardon for giving you all this trouble; the reason is because I know my enemies are seeking to turn it all upon me. Sir, "I am Your most humble Serv^t WILLIAM PHIPS. "Dated at BOSTON IN NEW ENGLAND, the 14th of Oct^r 1692.
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