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O my voluptuous mind! I am justly punished. And so am I, Sir. Cast from all my hopes— Nay, certainties Sir. By mine own base affections. O the cursed fruits of vice, and lust! Good Father, It was my sin. Forgive it. Hangs my roof Over us still, and will not fall, O justice, Upon us, for this wicked man! Nay, look, Sir, You grieve him, now, with staying in his sight: Good Sir, the Noble man will come too, and take you, And that may breed a Tragedy. I'll go. ay, and repent at home, Sir. It may be, For some good penance, you may ha' it, yet A hundred pound to the Box at Bedlam. Yes. For the restoring such as ha' their wits. I'll do't. I'll send one to you to receive it. Do. Is no Projection left? All flown, or stinks, Sir. Will nought be saved, that's good for medicine, thinkst thou? I cannot tell Sir. There will be, perhaps, Something, about the scraping of the Shards, Will cure the Itch, though not your itch of mind, Sir. It shall be saved for you, and sent home. Good Sir, This way, for fear the Lord should meet you. Face. I. Is he gone? Yes, and as heavily As all the Gold he hoped for, were in his blood. Let us be light, though. ay, as Balls, and bound And hit our heads against the roof for joy. There's so much of our care now cast away. Now to our Don. Yes, your young Widow, by this time Is made a Countess, Face: She has been in travail Of a young Heir for you. Good, Sir. Off with your case, And greet her kindly, as a Bridegroom should. After these common hazards. Very well, Sir. Will you go fetch Don Diego off the while? And fetch him over too, if you'll be pleased Sir: Would Dol were, in her place, to pick his pockets now. Why you can do it as well, if you would set to't. I pray you prove your virtue. For your sake, Sir. LAdy, you see into what hands, you are fallen; 'mongst what a Nest of villains! and how near Your honour was t'have catched a certain clap (Through your credulity) had I but been So punctually forward, as Place. Time, And other circumstance would ha' made a man. For ye are a handsome woman: would ye were wise, too. I am a Gentleman, come here disguised, Only to find the Knaveries of this Citadel, And where I might have wronged your honour, and have not, I claim some interest in your love. You are, They say, a Widow, rich: and I am a Bateheler, Worth nought. Your fortunes may make me a man, As mine ha' preserved you a woman. Think upon it, And whether, I have deserved you, or no. I will, Sir. And for these Household-rogues, let me alone. To treat with them.
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O my voluptuous minde! I am iustly punish'd. And so am I, Sir. Cast from all my hopes— Nay, certainties Sir. By mine owne base affections. O the curst fruits of vice, and lust! Good Father, It was my sinne. Forgiue it. Hangs my roofe Ouer vs still, and will not fall, O Iustice, Vpon vs, for this wicked man! Nay, looke, Sir, You grieue him, now, with staying in his sight: Good Sir, the Noble man will come too, and take you, And that may breed a Tragedy. I'll goe. I, and repent at home, Sir. It may be, For some good penance, you may ha' it, yet A hundred pound to the Boxe at Bet'lem. Yes. For the restoring such as ha' their wits. I'll do't. Ile send one to you to receiue it. Doe. Is no Proiection left? All flowne, or stinkes, Sir. Wil naught be sau'd, that's good for med'cine, thinkst tho? I cannot tell Sir. There will be, perhaps, Something, about the scraping of the Shardes, Will cure the Itch, though not your itch of minde, Sir. It shall be sau'd for you, and sent home. Good Sir, This way, for feare the Lord should meet you. Face. I. Is he gone? Yes, and as heauily As all the Gold he hop'd for, were in his bloud. Let vs be light, though. I, as Balls, and bound And hit our heads against the roofe for ioy. There's so much of our care now cast away. Now to our Don. Yes, your yong Widdow, by this time Is made a Countesse, Face: Sh' has beene in trauaile Of a yong Heyre for you. Good, Sir. Off with your case, And greet her kindly, as a Bridegroome should. After these common hazards. Very well, Sir. Will you goe fetch Don Diego off the while? And fetch him ouer too, if you'll be pleas'd Sir: Would Dol were, in her place, to pick his pockets now. Why you can do it as well, if you would set to't. I pray you proue your vertue. For your sake, Sir. LAdy, you see into what hands, you are falne; Mongst what a Nest of villaines! and how neare Your honor was t'haue catch'd a certaine clap (Through your credulitie) had I but beene So punctually forward, as Place. Time, And other circumstance would ha' made a man. For yo' are a handsome woman: would yo' were wise, too. I am a Gentleman, come here disguis'd, Onely to finde the Knaueries of this Citadell, And where I might haue wrong'd your honor, and haue not, I claime some interest in your loue. You are, They say, a Widdow, rich: and I am a Bateheler, Worth naught. Your fortunes may make me a man, As mine ha' preseru'd you a woman. Thinke vpon it, And whether, I haue deseru'd you, or no. I will, Sir. And for these Houshold-Rogues, let me alone. To treat with them.