A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 3 by Various
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But onlye looks to's owne comodytie.
_Tur_. Hys chaunge was passynge happye then, it seemes. _Gab_. Bothe for hymselfe and hys; for, greate sir, nowe He onlye wayts on hys partycullar, Seeks from a cuntrye comonwealth to rayse All hys to cuntrye fortunes; which, they say, Is safest, surest, and least envyed. _Tur_. Why, prettie Ladye, you'le not leave the courte? _Eld_. Yes, gratyous lorde; I'me sent to bringe her thence. Our pore retyred famylie must plante Theire braunches in the broade ayre, not be plashd[91] Or propt agaynst the walls of pallaces. _Tur_. I doe comend your tempers, but, madam, tys Hys highnes pleasure, for some spetyall ende Onlye to hym reveald, that instantlye Your sonne repayre to'th courte, which I intreate You will imparte unto hym. _Eld_. Most willinglie; Yet suer I knowe hys harte [is] settled there Which to the courte is a contrarye spheare. [_Ex. Eldegr. and Gab_. _Tur_. Howe prettylie theise weomen can dissemble! |
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