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your vowe; which doone, Bouldlye I hope I may voutsafe to begge My fathers deare deliverance. _Char_. Noble sonne, What wouldst thou doe hadst thou a noble father! But come, sir, synce you putt me to the test, Resolve the doute: your fathers pardoned When you shall meet me uppon no hye way. _Bus_. Which even nowe I did: the fallowe lands, Newe plowed & tylld are free from passengers. _Char_. Tys graunted; but your selfe, Sir, must not ryde Of horse nor mare nor asse, & yet the beast An usuall thynge for burthen. _Bus_. Suche is myne, A Mule, that is the bastard breede betwyxte An asse & mare, & onlye fytt for labor. _Char_. But, sir, you must be neyther cloathed nor naked. _Bus_. Nor am I, myghtie Sir: thys pore thynne nett Nor leaves me nakt nor yet dothe cover me. _Char_. You prettylie orereache me; but you must Bringe in your hand the faythfullst frend you challenge. _Bus_. Thys is he, my faythfull trustye spanyell, The verye typpe & truthe of true affectyon. _Char_. But with hym must be joynd your greatest enemye. _Bus_. They are not farre assunder: a curst wife Is evermore mans worst aflyctyon, And shee that outgoes myne in bytternes May fryght the whole worlde. _Char_. Come, y'are ingenyous, And I confes th'ast conquerd, thoughe I knowe Thy father houlds as much unworthynes As may excusse tyrranye in a prynce: Yet for thys goodnes & thys industrye, Th'example of the sweetest disposytion, For all th'offences yet reveald unto me I freelye pardon hym. _Bus_. And you are good And like your selfe, a verye god[103] in pyttie. _Ber_. And from thys mercye I will new create In me a spyrrytt full of humblenes. _Enter La Fue in gallantrye_. _Fue_. Roame there & uncover, gentyllmen. I that am myne owne gentyllman usher am the best gentyllman in _Fraunce_ at thys present. Give place & avoyde these. _Bus_. What meanes the peasant? syrha, are you madd? _Fue_. Yes, and I were halfe nakt as you are. Roame I say!--O my sweete harte, I will [_Offers to kisse Charli_.] kysse thy whyte lipps in the syght of thys whole assemblye. _Char_. Avaunte, I say! what meanes thys lunatycke. _Tur_. Pore sott howe hees deceyvd! th'inchauntments vanyshed.-- Syrha learne better manners. _Fue_. How! syrha to my greatnes! I am not in case to carrye your tokens. Ould man, you had better manners when last I lefte you.--Come, sweete love, I will love thee without more intreatye. Let us withdraw
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