_Tul_. Dread soveraigne, heaven witnesse with me
With what bended spirit I have attainde
This height of happinesse; and how unwillingly,
Till heavens decree, _Terentias_ love, and your
Faire consents did meet in one to make
Me Lord thereof: nor shall it add one scruple
Of high thought to my lowly minde.
_Tully_ is _Tully_, parentage poore, the best
An Orator, but equall with the least.
_Lent_. Oh no doubt, _Accutus_, be the attempt
My perill, his royall promise is past
In that behalfe. My soveraigne, this Gentlemans
Request takes hold upon your gratious promise
For the releasement of a prisoner.
_Cos_. My promise is irrevocable, take it;
But what is hee and the qualitie of his fault?
_Acut_. A gentleman, may it please your grace; his fault
Suspition, and most likly innocent.
_Caes_. He hath freedome, and I prethee let him be brought hither.
[_Exit[321] Acut_.
Perhaps in his presence we shall win some smiles,
For I have noted oft in a simple braine,
(Only striving to excell it self)
Hath corrupted language, that hath turnd
To pleasant laughter in juditious eares;
Such may this proove, for now me thinkes
Each minute, wanting sport, doth seeme as long
And teadious, as a feaver: but who doth knowe
The true condition of this _Accutus_?
_Tully_.
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