Leo. 'Tis all thy living,
We must not suffer this, we dare not suffer it:
For when these tender souls meet deep afflictions,
They are not strong enough to struggle with 'em,
But drop away as Snow does, from a mountain,
And in the torrent of their own sighs sink themselves:
I will, and must speak to him.
Lieu. So must I too: He promised me a charge.
Leo. Of what? of Children Upon my Conscience, thou hast a double company, And all of thine own begetting already.
Lieu. That's all one,
I'le raise 'em to a Regiment, and then command 'em,
When they turn disobedient, unbeget 'em:
Knock 'em o'th' head, and put in new.
Leo. A rare way; But for all this, thou art not valiant enough To dare to see the Prince now?
Lieu. Do ye think he's angry?
1 Gent. Extreamly vext.
2 Gent. To the endangering of any man comes near him.
1 Gent. Yet, if thou couldst but win him out, What e're thy suit were, Believe it granted presently.
Leo. Yet thou must think though, That in the doing he may break upon ye, And—