my passage.
_Jam_.
Thou art a hopeful Boy,
And it was bravely spoken: For this answer,
I love thee more than ever.
_Mil_.
Pity such seeds
Of promising courage should not grow and prosper.
_Ang_.
What ever his reputed Parents be,
He hath a mind that speaks him right and noble.
_Lean_.
You make him blush; it needs not sweet _Ascanio_,
We may hear praises when they are deserv'd,
Our modesty unwounded. By my life
I would add something to the building up
So fair a mind, and if till you are fit
To bear Arms in the Field, you'l spend some years
In _Salamanca_, I'le supply your studies
With all conveniences.
_Asc_.
Your goodness (Signiors)
And charitable favours overwhelm me.
If I were of your blood, you could not be
More tender of me: what then can I pay
(A poor Boy and a stranger) but a heart
Bound to your service? with what willingness
I would receive (good Sir) your noble offer,
Heaven can bear witness for me: but alas,
Should I embrace the means to raise my fortunes,
I must destroy the lives of my poor Parents
(To who[m] I ow my being) they in me
Place all their comforts, and (as if I were
The light of their dim eyes) are so indulgent
They cannot brook one short dayes absence from me;
And (what will hardly win belief) though young,
I am their Steward and their Nurse: the bounties
Which others bestow on me serves to sustain 'em,
And to forsake them in their age, in me
Were more than Murther.
_Enter_ Henrique.
_Aug_.
This is a kind of begging
Would make a Broker charitable.
_Mil_.
Here, (sweet heart)
I wish it were more.
_Lean_.
When this is spent,
Seek for supply from me.
_Jam_.
Thy piety
For ever be remembred: nay take all,
Though 'twere my exhibition to a Royal
For one whole year.
_Asc_.
High Heavens reward your goodness.
_Hen_.
So Sir, is this a slip of your own grafting,
You are so prodigal?
_Jam_.
A slip Sir?
_Hen_.
Yes,
A slip; or call it by the proper name,
Your Bastard.
_Jam_.
You are foul-mouth'd; do not provoke me,
I shall forget your Birth if you proceed,
And use you, (as your manners d
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