Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal.
Glou. My lord, there needs no such apology:
[♦] I rather do beseech you pardon me,
[♦] Who, earnest in the service of my God,
[♦] Neglect the visitation of my friends.
But, leaving this, what is your grace’s pleasure?
Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above
110 And all good men of this ungovern’d isle.
Glou. I do suspect I have done some offence
[♦] That seems disgracious in the city’s eyes,