Pal. This surplusadge of joy should not bee forged.
Ashb. No more than these noates are infalleble.
Pal. Thus then in all Humility I kneele To you my acknowledgd father.
Ashb. Ryse, my guerle.
Fisher. Had I not drawne this leeward out of the sea, where had it bin? all drownd by this.
Ashb. No triflinge nowe: post, Godfrey, to my wyfe,
Tell her no more then thou hast heard and seene:
Shee's hard of faythe, relate it punctually,
Beare her (oh lett me borrowe them so longe)
These better to confirme her; bid her hast,
And for the truth add these as testimony:—
Nay, art thou heare still?
Godf. Lyke a shadowe vanisht, But to returne a substance. [Exit Godfrey.[134]
Ashb. Oh my deare doughter!—where's young Raphael's man Beare him of all what thou hast seene a perfect And trew relation.
Clowne. Ay, syr.
Ashb.[135] Bidd him too, All business sett apart, make hether.