386351Bra. So did I yours, good your Grace pardon me,
387352Neither my place, nor ought I heard of bu
sine
sse
388353Hath rais'd me from my bed, nor doth the generall care
389354Take any hold of me, for my particular griefes,
390355Is of
so
floodgate and orebearing nature,
391356That it engluts, and
swallowes other
sorrowes,
392357And it is
still it
selfe.
393358Du. Why, what's the matter?
394359Bra. My daughter, O my daughter.
397362She is abus'd,
stolne from me and corrupted,
398363By
spels and medicines, bought of mountebancks,
399364For nature
so prepo
sterou
sly to erre,
401365Saunce witchcraft could not.
402366Du. Who ere he be, that in this foule proceeding
403367Hath thus beguild your daughter of her
selfe,
404368And you of her, the bloody booke of Law,
405369You
shall your
selfe, read in the bitter letter,
406370After its owne
sen
se, tho our proper
sonne
408372Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace;
409373Here is the man, this Moore, whom now it
seemes
410374Your
speciall mandate, for the State a
ffaires
412376All. We are very
sorry for't.
413377Du, What in your owne part can you
say to this?
414378Bra. Nothing, but this is
so.
415379Oth. Mo
st potent, graue, and reuerend Seigniors,
416380My very noble and approoued good mai
sters:
417381That I haue tane away this old mans daughter,
418382It is mo
st true: true, I haue married her,
419383The very head and front of my o
ffending,
420384Hath this extent no more. Rude am I in my
speech,
421385And little ble
st with the
set phra
se of peace,
422386For
since the
se armes of mine had
seuen yeares pith,
423387Till now
some nine Moones wa
sted, they haue vs'd
Their
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