[080] Extremely stretch’d and conn’d with cruel pain,
To do you service.
The.
[081] I will hear that play;
For never any thing can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.
Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies. [Exit Philostrate.
085 Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o’ercharged,
And duty in his service perishing.
The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.