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[Sarabia]

 you, Reade it with patiens; the simplicity Of him that writte it will
afford you mirthe, Or else his mallice spleane.--Nowe by his temper And
change of countenance I shall easily find Whose hand was cheife in this.
_Lord Av_. All leave the place. _Denis_. We shall, syr. _Lord Av_.
Possible That this shoold bee in man, nay in man vowed Unto a strickt
abstemious chastity! From my owne creature and from one I feede, Nay
from a place built in my holiest vowes, Establisht in my purpose in my
lyfe, Maintayn'd from my revenue, after death Firm'd and assur'd to all
posterityes-- That that shoold breede such vipers! _Lady_. Patiens, syr;
the fellowe suer is madd. _Lord Av_. I can be madd as hee too and I
will. Thus to abuse my goodnes! in a deede Som woold hold meritorious,
att the least Intended for an act of piety, To suffer in my zeale! nay
to bee mockt In my devotion, by these empty drones That feede upon the
honey of my hyve! To invert my good intentements, turne this nest [_Ink:
paper ready_. I built for prayer unto a bedd of sinnes! Which thus I'l
punish; this religious place, Once vowed to sanctity, I'l undermyne And
in one instant blowe the structure upp With all th'unhallowed covent.
_Lady_. Praye, no extreames: Where one offends shall for his heighnous
fact So many suffer? there's no justyce in't. _Lord Av_.