To give some labourers room. You are loved, sir: They that least lend it you shall lack you first. I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count, Since the physician at your father's died? He was much famed. Some six months since, my lord. If he were living, I would try him yet. Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out With several applications; nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; My son's no dearer. Thank your majesty. I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman? Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them. What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah: the complaints I have heard of you I do not all believe: 'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow. Well, sir. No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though many of the rich are damned: but, if I may have your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? I do beg your good will in this case. In what case? In Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no heritage: and I think I shall never have the blessing of God till I have issue o' my body; for they say barnes are blessings. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives. Is this all your worship's reason? Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons such as they are. May the world know them? I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry that I may repent. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness. I am out o' friends, madam; and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary of. He that ears my land spares my team and gives me leave to in the crop; if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: he that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes