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g in silence, nephew. DAUP: Sir, I must speak to you. I have been long your poor despised kinsman, and many a hard thought has strengthened you against me: but now it shall appear if either I love you or your peace, and prefer them to all the world beside. I will not be long or grievous to you, sir. If I free you of this unhappy match absolutely, and instantly, after all this trouble, and almost in your despair, now-- MOR: It cannot be. DAUP: Sir, that you be never troubled with a murmur of it more, what shall I hope for, or deserve of you? MOR: O, what thou wilt, nephew! thou shalt deserve me, and have me. DAUP: Shall I have your favour perfect to me, and love hereafter? MOR: That, and any thing beside. Make thine own conditions. My whole estate is thine; manage it, I will become thy ward. DAUP: Nay, sir, I will not be so unreasonable. EPI: Will sir Dauphine be mine enemy too? DAUP: You know I have been long a suitor to you, uncle, that out of your estate, which is fifteen hundred a-year, you would allow me but five hundred during life, and assure the rest upon me after: to which I have often, by myself and friends tendered you a writing to sign, which you would never consent or incline to. If you please but to effect it now-- MOR: Thou shalt have it, nephew: I will do it, and more. DAUP: If I quit you not presently, and for ever of this cumber, you shall have power instantly, afore all these, to revoke your act, and I will become whose slave you will give me to, for ever. MOR: Where is the writing? I will seal to it, that, or to a blank, and write thine own conditions. EPI: O me, most unfortunate, wretched gentlewoman! HAU: Will sir Dauphine do this? EPI: Good sir, have some compassion on me. MOR: O, my nephew knows you, belike; away, crocodile! HAU: He does it not sure without good ground. DAUP: Here, sir. [GIVES HIM THE PARCHMENTS.] MOR: Come, nephew, give me the pen. I will subscribe to any thing, and seal to what thou wilt, for my deliverance. Thou art my restorer. Here, I deliver it thee as my deed. If there be a word in it lacking, or writ with false orthography, I protest before [heaven] I will not take the advantage. [RETURNS THE WRITINGS.] DAUP: Then here is your release, sir. [TAKES OFF EPICOENE'S PERUKE AND OTHER DISGUISES.]
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