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n the usurped shore? Or any thing that is impossible? And then conclude that there is some way left, To move him to compassion. _Jac_. Is there a Justice Or thunder (my _Octavio_) and he Not sunk unto the center? _Oct_. Good _Jacinta_, With your long practised patience bear afflictions, And by provoking call not on Heavens anger, He did not only scorn to read your letter, But (most inhumane as he is) he cursed you, Cursed you most bitterly. _Jac_. The bad mans charity. Oh that I could forget there were a Tye, In me, upon him! or the relief I seek, (If given) were bounty in him, and not debt, Debt of a dear accompt! _Oct_. Touch not that string, 'Twill but encrease your sorrow: and tame silence, (The Balm of the oppressed) which hitherto Hath eas'd your griev'd soul, and preserv'd your fame, Must be your Surgeon still. _Jac_. If the contagion Of my misfortunes had not spread it self Upon my Son _Ascanio_, though my wants Were centupli'd upon my self, I could be patient: But he is so good, I so miserable, His pious care, his duty, and obedience, And all that can be wish'd for from a Son, Discharg'd to me, and I, barr'd of all means To return any scruple of the debt I owe him as a Mother, is a Torment, Too painfull to be born. _Oct_. I suffer with you, In that; yet find in this assurance comfort, High Heaven ordains (whose purposes cannot alter) _Enter_ Ascanio. Children that pay obedience to their Parents, Shall never beg their Bread. _Jac_. Here comes our joy, Where has my dearest been? _Asc_. I have made, Mother, A fortunate voyage and brought home rich prize, In a few hours: the owners too contented, From whom I took it. See here's Gold, good store too, Nay, pray you take it. _Jac_. Mens Charities are so cold, That if I knew not, thou wert made of Goodness, 'Twould breed a jealousie in me by what means, Thou cam'st by such a sum. _Asc_. Were it ill got, I am sure it could not be employed so well, As to relieve your wants. Some noble friends, (Rais'd by heavens mercy to me, not my merits) Bestow'd it on me. _Oct_.
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