A King, and No King by John Fletcher;Francis Beaumont
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_Bes_. Sweet Lady, by your leave, I co[u]ld wish my self more full of Courtship for your fair sake. _Spa_. Sir I shall feel no want of that. _Bes_. Lady, you must hast, I have received new letters from the King that require more hast than I expected, he will follow me suddenly himself, and begins to call for your Majesty already. _Tigr_. He shall not do so long. _Bes_. Sweet Lady, shall I call you my Charge hereafter? _Spa_. I will not take upon me to govern your tongue Sir, you shall call me what you please. |
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