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I beseech your Graces both to pardon me, His Majesty hath straightly given in charge, That no man shall have private Conference (Of what degree soever) with your Brother. With this (my Lord) my self have nought to do. What one, my Lord? I do beseech your Grace To pardon me, and withal forbear Your Conference with the Noble Duke. Sorrow breaks Seasons, and reposing hours, Makes the Night Morning, and the Noontide night: Princes have but their Titles for their Glories, And outward Honour, for and inward Toil, And for unfelt Imaginations They often feel a world of restless Cares: So that between their Titles, and low Name, There's nothing differs, but the outward fame. What wouldst thou Fellow? And how camm'st thou hither. What so brief? I am in this, commanded to deliver The Noble Duke of Clarence to your hands. I will not reason what is meant hereby, Because I will be guiltless from the meaning. There lies the Duke asleep, and there the Keys. I'll to the King, and signify to him, That thus I have resigned to you my charge. Right well, deer Madame: by your patience, I may not suffer you to visit them, The King hath strictly charged the contrary. I mean, the Lord Protector. No, Madame, no; I may not leave it so: I am bound by Oath, and therefore pardon me.