MASTER

Thats my doubt, I fear, I come not to be well come. 'Tis not my fashion Sir to dwell in long circum ̄ stance, but to be plain, and effectual, therefore to the purpose. The cause of my setting forth was piteous and la:+mentable, that hopeful young gentleman your bro there, whose virtues we all love dearly through your default, and unnatural negligence lies in bound exe cut for your debt, a prisoner all, his studies amazed his hope strook dead, and the pride of his youth muf fled in These dark clouds of oppression. How is't with you sir me thinks you look of a distracted colour. O, you have killed the towardest hope of all our university: wherefore without repentance and a mends, expect pandorus and sudden Judgements to fallen grieuosly upon you, your brother a man who pro fited in his divine Employments might have made ten thousand souls fit for heaven, now by your care less courses cast in prison which you must answer for, and assure your spirit it will come home at length. Wisemen think ill of you, others speak ill of you, no man loves you, nay even those whom ho nesty condemns, condemn you: and take this from the virtuous affection I bear your brother, never look for prosperous hour, good thought, quiet sleeps, contented walks, nor anything that makes man perfect till you redeem him, what is your ans how will yov bestow him, upon desperate mi you, or better Hope's? I suffer, till I hear your answer. A bruise indeed makes many a mortal Soar till the graven cure em I could have wished it better for your sake, I pledge you sir, to the kind man in prison. Good sir in that, the Angels would be pleased, And the world's murmurs calmed, and I should say I set forth then upon a lucky day. Exit. I shall be glad to see it, sir I'll attend you. Exeum. A deadly greeting: has he somde up These To satisfy his brother? here's and other: And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother. Surgeons, Surgeons, she recovers life One of his men all faint and bloodied. I am the readiest, it shall be my charge To raise the town upon him Exit Mr and servant Unnatural, flinty, more then barbarous: The Scythians in their marble hearted fates, Could not have acted more remorseless deeds In their relentless nature's, then these of thine: Was this the answer I long waited on, The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother? Has shed so much blood that he cannot Ther's little of a father in that grief: Bear him away. Please you Sir. Sir, you deserve the worship of your place, Would all did so: in you the law is grace, O kind wife be comforted, One joy is yet unmurdered: You have a boy at nurse your joy's in him. Was it in man to wound so kind a creature? I'll ever praise a woman for thy sake, I must return with grief my answer's set: I shall bring news weies heavier then the debt: Two brother's: one in bound lies overthrown This, on a deadlier execution.