It were a sacriledge
To rob thee of their bounty, since they gave it
To thy use only.
_Jac_. Buy thee brave Cloathes with it
And fit thee for a fortune, and leave us
To our necessities; why do'st thou weep?
_Asc_.
Out of my fear I have offended you;
For had I not, I am sure you are too kind,
Not to accept the offer of my service,
In which I am a gainer; I have heard
My tutor say, of all aereal fowl
The Stork's the Embleme of true pietie,
Because when age hath seiz'd upon her dam,
And made unfit for flight, the gratefull young one
Takes her upon his back, provides her food,
Repaying so her tender care of him,
E're he was fit to fly, by bearing her:
Shall I then that have reason and discourse
That tell me all I can doe is too little,
Be more unnatural than a silly bird?
Or feed or cloath my self superfluously,
And know, nay see you want? holy Saints keep me.
_Jac_.
Can I be wretched,
And know my self the Mother to such Goodness?
_Oct_.
Come let us drie our eyes, we'll have a feast,
Thanks to our little Steward.
_Jac_.
And in him,
Believe that we are rich.
_Asc_.
I am sure I am,
While I have power to comfort you, and serve you.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENA III.
_Enter_ Henrique, _and_ Violante.
_Viol_.
Is it my fault, _Don Henrique_, or my fate?
What's my offence? I came young to your bed,
I had a fruitfull Mother, and you met me
With equall ardour in your _May_ of blood;
And why then am I barren?
_Hen_.
'Tis not in Man
To yield a reason for the will of Heaven,
Which is inscrutable.
_Viol_.
To what use serve
Full fortunes, and the meaner sort of blessings,
When that, which is the Crown of all our wishes,
The period of humane happiness,
One only Child that may possess what's ours,
Is cruelly deni'd us?
_Hen_.
'Tis the curse
Of great Estates to want those Pledges, which
The poor are happy in: They in a Cottage,
With joy, behold the Models of their youth,
And as their Root decaies, those budding Branches
Sprout forth and flourish, to renew their age;
But this is the beginning, not the end
Of misery to me, that 'gains
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