Luce. Well, sir, I take them kindly, and I thank you; what
What would you more?
Hum. Nothing.
Luce. Why then, farewell.
Hum. Nor so, nor so, for, lady, I must tell,
Before we part, for what we met together,
God grant me time, and patience, and fair weather.
Luce. Speak and declare your mind in terms so brief.
Hum. I shall; then first and foremost, for relief