The things we do!

_Fall_. I, with thy lands and goods thou leav'st behinde.
_Allen_. Pray, father, let me go along with him.--
Now, by the Saviour of my sinfull soule, [_To the people_.
I do not like those fellowes countenance.
_Fall_. Sonne be content, weele go a seavenight hence,
And see him in his universitie weedes.
These will conduct him safely to the place;
Be well assured they'l have a care of him--
That you shall never see _Pertillo_ more. [_To the people_.
_Allen_. Father, I pray you to withdraw your selfe,
Ide have a word or two in secresie.
[_They speake together_.
_Sost_. Come living image of thy dead mother,
And take my loving farewell, ere we part.
I love thee dearly for thy fathers sake,
But for thy mothers dote with jealousie.
Oh I do feare, before I see thy face,
Or thou or I shall taste of bitternesse.
Kisse me, sweete boy, and, kissing, folde thine Aunte
Within the circle of thy little armes.
I neede not feare, death cannot offer wrong;
The majestie of thy presaging face,
Would vanquish him, though nere so terrible.


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