That for your sake I wyll fall on my kne.
Court. Ab. Syr, Sober Sadnesse cometh, wherfore it be? 1650
Magn. Stande vp, syr, ye are welcom to me.
Cl. Col. Please it your grace, at the contemplacyon
Of my pore instance and supplycacyon,
Tenderly to consyder in your aduertence,
Of our blessyd Lorde, syr, at the reuerence,
Remembre the good seruyce that Mesure hath you done,
And that ye wyll not cast hym away so sone.
Magn. My frende, as touchynge to this your mocyon,