_ Which shall not be above four hours.
_Man._ Let me
Intreat your companies: there is something
Of weight invites me hence.
_All._ We'll wait upon you. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Guiomar, _and_ Servants.
_Guio._ You understand what my directions are,
And what they guide you to; the faithfull promise
You have made me all.
_All._ We do and will perform it.
_Guio._ The Governour will not fail to be here presently;
Retire a while, till you shall find occasion,
And bring me word, when they arrive.
_All._ Wee shall Madam.
_Guio._ Only stay you to entertain.
_1 Ser._ I am ready.
_Guio._ I wonder at the bold, and practis'd malice,
Men ever have o' foot against our honours,
That nothing we can do, never so vertuous,
No shape put on so pious, no not think
What a good is, be that good ne're so noble,
Never so laden with admir'd example,
But still we end in lust; our aims, our actions,
Nay, even our charities, with lust are branded;
Why should this stranger else, this wretched stranger,
Whose life I sav'd at what dear price sticks here yet,
Why should he hope? he was not here an hour,
And certainly in that time, I may swear it
I gave him no loose look, I had no reason;
Unless my tears were flames, my curses courtships;
The killing of my Son, a kindness to me.
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