832Gon. What, do you feare, that I haue angred him?

833Hath he complaynd of me vnto my Lord?

834Ile prouide him a piece of bread and cheese;

835For in a time heele practise nothing else,

836Then carry tales from one vnto another.

837Tis all his practise for to kindle strife,

838'Twixt you, my Lord, and me your louing wife:

839But I will take an order, if I can,

840To cease th'effect, where first the cause began.

841Corn. Sweet, be not angry in a partiall cause,

842He ne're complaynd of thee in all his life.

843Father, you must not weygh a womans words.

844Leir. Alas, not I: poore soule, she breeds yong bones,

845And that is it makes her so tutchy sure.

846Gon. What, breeds young bones already! you will make

847An honest woman of me then, belike.

848O vild olde wretch! who euer heard the like,

849That seeketh thus his owne child to defame?

850Corn. I cannot stay to heare this discord sound.Exit.

851Gon. For any one that loues your company,

852You may go pack, and seeke some other place,

853Tosowe the seed of discord and disgrace. Exit.

854Leir. Thus, say or do the best that e're I can,

855Tis wrested straight into another sence.

856This punishment my heauy sinnes deserue,

857And more then this ten thousand thousand times:

858Else aged Leir them could neuer find

859Cruell to him, to whom he hath bin kind.

860Why do I ouer-liue my selfe, to see

861The course of nature quite reuerst in me?

862Ah, gentle Death, if euer any wight

863Did wish thy presence with a perfit zeale:

864Then come, I pray thee, euen with all my heart,

865And end my sorrowes with thy fatall dart. He weepes.

866Per. Ah, do not so disconsolate your selfe,

867Nor dew your aged cheeks with wasting teares.

868Leir. What man art thou that takest any pity

869Vpon the worthlesse state of old Leir?

D Per. One,