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d for! the air's my comfort.--- [Sighs.]---l know what I would say. Know. What's thy name? Brai. Please you, Fitz-Sword, sir. Know. Fitz-Sword! Say that a man should entertain thee now, Wouldst thou be honest, humble, just, and true? Brai. Sir, by the place and honour of a soldier--- Know. Nay, nay, I like not these affected oaths; speak plainly, man, what think'st thou of my words? Brai. Nothing, sir, but wish my fortunes were as happy as my service should be honest. Know. Well, follow me; I'll prove thee, if thy deeds Will carry a proportion to thy words. [Exit. Brai. Yes, sir, straight; I'll but garter my hose. Oh that my belly were hoop'd now, for I am ready to burst with laughing! never was bottle or bagpipe fuller. 'Slid, was there ever seen a fox in years to betray himself thus! now shall I be possest of all his counsels; and, by that conduit, my young master. Well, he is resolved to prove my honesty; faith, and I'm resolved to prove his patience: Oh, I shall abuse him intolerably. This small piece of service will bring him clean out of love with the soldier for ever. He will never come within the sign of it, the sight of a cassock, or a musket-rest again. He will hate the musters at Mile-end for it, to his dying day. It's no matter, let the world think me a bad counterfeit, if I cannot give him the slip at an instant: why, this is better than to have staid his journey: well, I'll follow him. Oh, how I long to be employed! [Exit. ACT III SCENE I.-The Old Jewry. A Room in the Windmill Tavern. Enter Master MATHEW, WELLBRED, and BOBADILL. Mat. Yes, faith, sir, we were at your lodging to seek you too. Wel; Oh, I came not there to-night. Bob. Your brother delivered us as much. Wel. Who, my brother Downright? Bob. He. Mr. Wellbred, I know not in what kind you hold me; but let me say to you this: as sure as honour, I esteem it So much out of the sunshine of reputation, to throw the least beam of regard upon such a-- Wel. Sir, I must hear no ill words of my brother. Bob. I protest to you, as I have a thing to be saved about me, I never saw any gentlemanlike part-- Wel. Good captain, faces about to some other discourse.
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