I am loth to give more from ye,
Because I know you will have a care to execute.
Only, to pious uses, Sir, a little.
Bar.
If he be worth all these, I am made for ever.
Die.
I give to fatal Dames, that spin mens threads out,
And poor distressed Damsels, that are militant
As members of our own Afflictions,
A hundred Crowns to buy warm Tubs to work in,