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I never spake with a distracted voice; Nere fell to him on my knees; spake of no father, No murtherd father. He's alive as I am, And some foule divell stands at the fellowes elbow, Jogging him to this mischefe. The Villaine belyes me, And on my knees, my lord, I beg that I And my white Innocence may tread the path Beaten out before us by that man, my brother.
Thence to Brainford, reading "The Villaine," a pretty good play, all the way. There a coach of Mr. Povy's stood ready for me, and he at his house ready to come in, and so we together merrily to Swakely, Sir R. Viner's. A very pleasant place, bought by him of Sir James Harrington's lady.
Entreate not, a miracle maye not repriue thee: villaine, thus march I with my blade into thy bowels. Stay, stay exclaimed Esdras, and heare mee but one word further. Though neither for God nor man thou carest, but placeth thy whole felicitie in murder, yet of thy felicitie learne how to make a greater felicitie.
The 24th was the day fixed for their being landed, and General George was to muster all his force to receive them, at a place called Bitiers, at the entrance of the Villaine; but the weather proved so boisterous on that and the following day, that there existed no possibility of any communication.
All. Take him off! Man. This hand stabbd him. Mac. Where? Man. Neere St. Germains In Paris, in a darke night, & then I fled. Mac. Thy owne tongue is thy Judge; take him away: To-morrow looke to dye: send him a Confessour. Jay. Ile have a holy care of him. Hen. Who's now, my lords, the Villaine? Enter Eleonora & Buzzano. Ele. Oh Justice, here's a witnesse of my Rape. Mac. Did you see't, sirra?
Teniente, Don John, Henrico. Ten. I ever feard some ill fate pointed at This Citty. Jo. Makes the fleete this way? Hen. Buzzano! Ten. I did dreame every night of't, and the Ravens With their unlucky throates never leave croaking Some danger to us all. Hen. Where's Buzzano? Villaine! Jo. Be not discomforted. Ten.
Some honest hostesse Ere this has made a chamber pot of it. Crac. It is some rivalls ring and I will have it To weare in spight of him. Bel. Helpe, Sister, helpe. Enter Bonvill and Grimes. Bon. She shall not neede. It is my ring the villaine desires soe importunatly: what untuterd slave art thou that darst inforce aught from this gentlewoman. Crac. Whats that to you? you might have come before me.
Thence to Brainford, reading "The Villaine," a pretty good play, all the way. There a coach of Mr. Povy's stood ready for me, and he at his house ready to come in, and so we together merrily to Swakely, Sir R. Viner's. A very pleasant place, bought by him of Sir James Harrington's lady.
Thy strumpett itch & treason to my bed Thou seekst to act in cherishing this villaine. Cat. Saints be my witnesses you doe me wrong! Jo. Thou robbst my honour. Pike. You wound her honour and you robb yourselfe, And me and all good Christians, by this outrage. Jo. Doe you prate, sir? Pike.
If what thou seest or heard'st be ever muttered by thee Though in thy sleep, villaine, Ile pistol thee. Buz. Hum, it will not be safe to dreame of a knave shortly. Are you so good at a gun? if you use this too often your birding piece will scarce carry a yard levell. Hen. Come, dresse your hayre up & be wise at last: No more, I have done. Buz. So I thinke in my conscience, he hath done with her.
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