A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 4 by Unknown
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and two Murtherers booted_.
_Fall_. Now little cooze, you are content to goe, From me your Unckle and your loving Aunt, Your faithfull cozen, and your dearest friendes: And all to come to be a skilfull man, In learned artes and happy sciences? _Per_, I am content, because it pleaseth you. My father bid I should obey your will, And yeelde my selfe to your discretion: Besides my cozen gave me yesternight, A prettie nag to ride to _Padua_. Of all my friends _Allenso_ loves me best. _Fall_. I thinke thou art inspir'd with prophesie: [_To the people_. He loves thee better then I would he did.-- Why, wherefore think you so, my prettie Nephew? _Per_. Because he taught me how to say my prayers, To ride a horse, to start the fearfull hare. He gave this dagger to me yester night, This little Ring, and many pretie things; For which, kind cooze, I rest your true debtor, And one day I will make you recompence. _Fall_. I, with thy lands and goods thou leav'st behinde. _Allen_. Pray, father, let me go along with him.-- Now, by the Saviour of my sinfull soule, [_To the people_. |
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