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Madam. Juan de Castro: This is another tenderness to try him, Fetch her up now. Margarita: You must provide a cradle, and what a troubles that? Leon: The sea shall rock it, 'Tis the best nurse; 'twill roar and rock together, A swinging storm will sing you such a lullaby. Margarita: Faith let me stay, I shall but shame ye Sir. Leon: And you were a thousand shames you shall along with me, At home I am sure you'l prove a million, Every man carries the bundle of his sins Upon his own back, you are mine, I'le sweat for ye. [Enter Duke, _Alonzo_, _Sanchio_.] Duke of Medina: What Sir, preparing for your noble journey? 'Tis well, and full of care. I saw your mind was wedded to the war, And knew you would prove some good man for your country, Therefore fair Cousin with your gentle pardon, I got this place: what, mourn at his advancement? You are to blame, he will come again sweet cousin, Mean time like sad _Penelope_ and sage, Amongst your maids at home, and huswifely. Leon: No Sir, I dare not leave her to that solitariness, She is young, and grief or ill news from those quarters May daily cross her, she shall goe along Sir. Duke of Medina: By no means Captain. Leon: By all means an't please ye. 218] Duke of Medina: What take a young and tender bodied Lady, And expose her to those dangers, and those tumults, A sickly Lady too? Leon: 'Twill make her well Sir, There's no such friend to health as wholsom travel. Sanchio: Away it must not be. Alonzo: It ought not Sir, Go hurry her? it is not humane, Captain. Duke of Medina: I cannot blame her tears, fright her with tempests, With thunder of the war. I dare swear if she were able. Leon: She is most able. And pray ye swear not, she must goe, there's no remedy, Nor greatness, nor the trick you had to part us, Which I smell too rank, too open, too evident (And I must tell you Sir, 'tis most unnoble) Shall hinder me: had she but ten hours life, Nay less, but two hours, I would have her with me, I would not leave her fame to so much ruine, To such a desolation and discredit As her weakness and your hot will wou'd work her to.
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