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glish prisoner? _Jay_. Yes, madam. _Cat_. Trust me, a goodly person. _Pike_. She eyes me wistly; sure she comes not to instruct her selfe in the art of painting by the patternes of my face! _Cat_. Sir, shall I speake with you? _Pike_. Yes, Lady, so you will not mock mee. _Cat_. Indeed I cannot, but must needs acknowledge Myselfe beholding to you. _Pike_. This I must beare; I will doe soe & call't my sweet affliction. _Cat_. Will you heare me, sir? I am the Lady-- _Pike_. Yes, I doe heare you say you are the Lady; but let me tell you, madam, that Ladyes, though they should have tenderest sence of honour & all vertuous goodnesse, & so resemble Goddesses as well in soule as feature, doe often prove dissemblers & in their seemely breasts beare cruelty & mischiefe. If you be one of those, oh, be converted; returne from whence you came & know 'tis irreligious, nay divelish to tread & triumph over misery. _Cat_. How well he speakes, yet in the sence bewraying A sence distracted: sure his captivity, His wounds, & hard entreaty make him franticke! Pray heare me, sir, & in two words Ile tell you Enough to win beleeife: I am the Lady Of the Knight vanquished by you, _Don John_. _Pike_. Y'have said enough, indeed: pitty of heaven, What new invented cruelty is this! Was't not enough that by his ruthlesse basenes I had these wounds inflicted, but I must Be tortured with his wifes uniust reioycings! 'Twas well his politicke feare, which durst not come To glory in his handy worke himselfe, Could send your priviledg'd Ladyship. _Cat_. Indeed, you much mistake me; as I live, As I hope mercy & for after life, I come for nothing but to offer thankes Unto your goodnes, by whose manly temper My lord and husband reassum'd his life; And aske your Christian pardon for the wrong Which by your suffering now pleads him guilty. Good sir, let no mistrust of my iust purpose Crosse your affection: did you know my love To honour and to honest actions, You would not then reiect my gratulations. And since that deeds doe best declare our meaning, I pray accept of this, This money and these clothes and my request Unto your keeper for best meats and wines That are agreable to your health and taste. And, honest frend, thou knowst and darest, I hope, Believe me I will see thee payd for all. _Jay_. Yes, my good Lady.--Loe you, sir, you see Still how my care provides your good: you may Suppose the Governours humanity Ta
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