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Yet practise on them, too, and they may urge this: That since they have their pay out of that Province, Justice requires they should be of their partie: All that is don in Utrecht shalbe practisd In Roterdam and other Townes I name not. Farther directions you shall have hereafter, Till when I leave you. Gro. Leid. This foundation Is well begun. Gro. And may the building prosper. Mod.
Thou bringst fitt mourners for my funerall. Boy. But why do you weep, father? Leid. O, my Boy, Thy teares are dew-drops, sweet as those on roses, But mine the faint and yron sweatt of sorrow. How nature rises now and turnes me woman When most I should be man! Sweet hart, farewell, Farewell for ever.
"Es thut uns sehr, sehr leid," Herr Knapf had begun. And before he had finished, protesting German groans mingled with voluble German explanations. The aborigines were stricken down. They clapped pudgy fists to knobby foreheads; they smote their breasts, and made wild gestures with their arms.
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.
Is he come in, do you say? Vand. He is, but followed So slenderly and poore. Leid. We are undon then; He knowes too well what ground he ventures on. Where are the Arminian Soldiers? R. Giles. They stand ith' market place. Leid. Are they well armd? R. Giles. Ready to entertaine him. Leid. Who commaunds the Port? Vand. The English. Leid. Ten towsand devills!
How he can set his mind aloft, and looke at The bussings and the busines of the spightfull, And crosse when ere he please all their close weavings. Farwell, my last farwell. Bar. A long farwell, Sir. Leid. Our bodies are the earthes, that's their dyvorsse: But our immortall names shall twyn togeather. Bar. Thus tread we backward to our graves; but faint not. Leid.
Now to be patient Were to be treacherous: trust once his counsaile That never yet hath faild you. Make him know That any limb of this our reverend Senate In powre is not beneath him. As we sitt Ile yeild you further reasons; i'the meane time Commaund him by the Officers of the Court Not to presse in untill your Lordships pleasure Be made knowne to him. Vand. 'Tis most requisite. Leid.
Modes-bargen, though in place you are my equall, The fire of honour, which is dead in you, Burnes hotly in me, and I will preserve Each glory I have got, with as much care As I acheivd it. Read but ore the Stories Of men most fam'd for courage or for counsaile. Gro. 'Tis like yourself, Like Barnavelt, and in that all is spoken. Leid.
Sir Patrick seeing the Earle's fury spurred his horse, but he was chased neare to Edinburgh before they left him, and had it not been his leid horse was so tryed and goode he had been taken."
But if Lapraik's at hame, I'll rin up the flag at the harbour, and ye can try Thon Thing wi' the gun." Aweel, so it was agreed between them twa. I was just a bairn, an' clum in Sandie's boat, whaur I thoucht I would see the best of the employ. My grandsire gied Sandie a siller tester to pit in his gun wi' the leid draps, bein' mair deidly again bogles.
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