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Oh, my Lords, What will you doe? For, be but you yourselves, this Prince of Orange Is but as Barnavelt, a Servant to Your Lordships and the State; like me maintaind; The pomp he keepes, at your charge: will you then Wayt his prowd pleasure, and in that confes, By daring to doe nothing, that he knowes not You have no absolute powre? Van. I never sawe The Advocate so mov'd. Bar.
In the meane time You are a prisoner. Boy. Who? my father? Bred. Yes, Boy. Boy. Then I will be a prisoner, too. For heaven sake Let me goe with him, for theis naughtie men Will nere wayt on him well. I am usd to undresse him When he's to goe to bed, and then read to him Untill he be a sleepe, and then pray by him: I will not leave him. Bred. Why, thou shalt not, Boy. Goe with thy father. Boy.
Middleton, Wayt, and Hendry Brown there left the Kid's gang, telling him that he would get killed before long; but the latter laughed at them and returned to his old grounds, alternating between Lincoln and Fort Sumner, and now and then stealing some cows from the Chisum herd.
I like it. Lords. We are all of your opinion. Or. Bring in Leidenberch. Enter Leidenberch, Boy, Guard. Boy. Doe all theis, father, wayt on you? Leid. Yes, Boy. Boy. Indeed I doe not like their Countenaunces; They looke as if they meant you litle good. Pray you, put them away. Leid. Alas, poore inocent, It is for thee I suffer; for my self I have set up my rest. Or.
My noble Lords, Let it not seeme displeasing to your wisdomes, I humbly ask in what I have offended, Or how suspected stand, or with what cryme blotted, That this day from your fellowship, your councell, My Cuntries care and where I owe most service, Like a man perishd in his worth I am exilde. Bar. Your Grace must know we cannot wait attendaunce, Which happely you looke for. Or. Wayt, my lords!
It seems, however, that Mrs. "Weight" escaped. Social and religious influences were not without value. A later pamphleteer tells us that the case of Mrs. Wayt, a minister's wife, was a "palpable mistake, for it is well knowne that she is a gentle-woman of a very godly and religious life." Meantime Hopkins had extended his operations into Suffolk.
You will give us no more lights: What this world gives you, To morrow thus we take away. Receive it. Bar. My Sentence? Vand. Yes; consider for your soule now, And so farewell. Bar. I humbly thanck your honours: I shall not play my last Act worst. Bred. Heavens mercy And a still conscience wayt upon your end, Sir. Or. Now guard him back againe: by the break of day You shall have order from us.
Here a little band of outlaws, led by the Kid, lived for a time as they could by stealing horses along the Bonito and around the Capitans, and running them off north and east. There were in this band at the time the Kid, Charlie Bowdre, Doc Skurlock, Wayt, Tom O'Folliard, Hendry Brown and Jack Middleton.
In the meane time 'tis fit we should give hearing To the French Embassadors, who, I know, come now To mediat for him. Bred. Wayt upon them in: Their Propositions shalbe answeard freely, And by such men as are their frends, not Servants. Enter Boisise, Morier, Wife, Daughter, Attendants. Boi . We will plead for him and prevaile, we doubt not.
Silenc can not reduce the hart of youer love'g brother: I would the rightchous would smite me, espeschali youer slfe & the honnored Depoti to whom I also dereckt this letter together with youer honnored slfe. Jesos Christ did wayt; & God his Father did dig and telfe bout the barren figtre before he would cast it of: I would to God you would tender my soule so as to youse playnnes with me."
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