Lav. We have business
A-foot man, of more moment.
Gent. Then my manners?
I know none, nor I seek none.
Lav. Take to morrow.
Gent. Even now, by your Lordships leave. Excellent Beauty.
My service here I ever dedicate,
In honor of my best friend, your dead Father,
To you his living virtue, and wish heartily,
That firm affection that made us two happy,
May take as deep undying root, and flourish
Betwixt my Daughter Casta, and your goodness,
Who shall be still your servant.
Gab. I much thank ye.
Lav. —— [o'] this dreaming puppy. Will ye go, Sir?
Gent. A little more, Good Lord.
Lav. Not now, by——
Come, I must use ye.
Gent. Goodness dwell still with you. [Exeunt Gentill and Laval.
Gab. The sight of this old Gentleman, Maria,
Pulls to my mine eyes again the living Picture
Of Perolot his virtuous Son, my first Love,
That dy'd at Orleance.