Your early up, pray God it be the neere.[1351]
What, come from Beckles in a morne so soone?
Lacie. Thus watchfull are such men as live in love, 70
Whose eyes brooke broken slumbers for their sleepe.
I tell thee, Peggie, since last Harlston faire
My minde hath felt a heape of passions.
Mar. A trustie man, that court it for your friend:
Woo you still for the courtier all in greene?— 75
[Aside.] I marvell that he sues not for himselfe.
Lacie. Peggie, I pleaded first to get your grace for him;