_Mir._ Nobly said _Charles_,
And learne from my experience, you may heare reason
And never maime your fighting; for your credit
Which you think you have lost, spare, _Charles_, and swinge me,
And soundly; three or foure walking cloakes
That weare no swords to guard 'em, yet deserve it,
Thou art made up againe. _Eust._ All this is lip-salve.
_Mir._ It shall be Hearts-ease, _Eustace_, ere I've done;
As for thy fathers anger, now thou dar'st fight,
Nere feare't, for I've the dowcets of his gravity
Fast in a string, I will so pinch and wring him,
That spight of his authority, thou shalt make
Thine owne conditions with him. _Eust._ Ile take leave
A little to consider. _Cha._ Here comes _Andrew_.
_Mir._ But without his Comical and learned face;
What sad disaster, _Andrew_? _And._ You may read Sir,
A Tragedy in my face. _Mir._ Art thou in earnest?
_And._ Yes, by my life Sir, and if now you help not,
And speedily, by force or by persuasion,
My good old Master (for now I pitie him) is
Ruin'd for ever. _Cha._ Ha, my father! _And._ He Sir.
_Mir._ By what meanes? speake. _And._ At the suit of Monsieur _Lewis_
His house is seiz'd upon, and he in person
Is under guard, (I saw it with these eyes Sir)
To be convey'd to _Paris_, and there sentenc'd.
_Mir._ Nay, then there is no jesting. _Cha._ Doe I live,
And know my father injur'd? _And._ And what's worse Sir,
My Lady _Angellina_-- _Eust.
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