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eaten The first or last feete, and the perfect parts 35 Of his unmatched poeme sinke beneath, With upright gasping and sloath dull as death: So the unprofitable things of life, And those we cannot compasse, we affect; All that doth profit and wee have, neglect, 40 Like covetous and basely getting men That, gathering much, use never what they keepe; But for the least they loose, extreamely weepe. _Mail._ This prettie talking, and our horses walking Downe this steepe hill, spends time with equall profit. 45 _Cler._ Tis well bestow'd on ye; meate and men sicke Agree like this and you: and yet even this Is th'end of all skill, power, wealth, all that is. _Chal._ I long to heare, sir, how your mistresse takes this. _Enter Aumal with a cabinet._ _Mail._ Wee soone shall know it; see Aumall return'd. 50 _Aumale._ Ease to your bands, sir! _Cler._ Welcome, worthy friend! _Chal._ How tooke his noblest mistresse your sad message? _Aum._ As great rich men take sodaine povertie. I never witness'd a more noble love, Nor a more ruthfull sorrow: I well wisht 55 Some other had beene master of my message. _Mail._ Y'are happy, sir, in all things, but this one Of your unhappy apprehension. _Cler._ This is to mee, compar'd with her much mone, As one teare is to her whole passion. 60 _Aum._ Sir, shee commends her kindest service to you, And this rich cabinet. _Chal._ O happy man! This may enough hold to redeeme your bands. _Cler._ These clouds, I doubt not, will be soone blowne over. _Enter Baligny, with his discharge: Renel, and others._ _Aum._ Your hope is just and happy; see, sir, both 65 In both the looks of these. _Baligny._ Here's a discharge For this your prisoner, my good Lord Lieutenant. _Mail._ Alas, sir, I usurpe that stile, enforc't, And hope you know it was not my aspiring. _Bal._ Well, sir, my wrong aspir'd past all mens hopes. 70 _Mail._ I sorrow for it, sir. _Renel._ You see, sir, there Your prisoners discharge autenticall. _Mail._ It is, sir, and I yeeld it him with gladnesse. _Bal._ Brother, I brought you downe to much good purpose
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