And therefore made his quarrell, his long love
And service, as I heare, beeing deepely vowed
To your perfections; which my ready presence,[280]
Presum'd on with my father at this season
For the more care of your so curious honour,
Can well resolve your conscience is most false.
Tam. And is it therefore that you come, good sir?
Then crave I now your pardon and my fathers,[285]
And sweare your presence does me so much good
That all I have it bindes to your requitall.