The Scornful Lady by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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_Wel._ To know whether it might become your function to bid my man to neglect his horse a little to attend on me. _Roger._ Most properly Sir. _Wel._ I pray you doe so then: the whilst I will attend your Lady. You direct all this house in the true way? _Roger._ I doe Sir. _Wel._ And this door I hope conducts to your Lady? _Rog._ Your understanding is ingenious. [_Ex. severally._ _Enter young_ Loveless _and_ Savil, _with a writing._ _Sa._ By your favour Sir, you shall pardon me? _Yo. Lo._ I shall bear your favour Sir, cross me no more; I say they shall come in. _Savil._ Sir, you forget who I am? _Yo. Lo._ Sir, I do not; thou art my Brothers Steward, his cast off mill-money, his Kitchen Arithmetick. _Sa._ Sir, I hope you will not make so little of me? _Yo. Lo._ I make thee not so little as thou art: for indeed there goes no |
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