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Good mother, so have I. But what of that? The foul, the fair will blow, And we must weather it even as we may. Speak not in such a lamentable tone; I will be kind to him.

I hope thou wilt. Heaven will reward thee, and Saint Jago too.

Tut, woman! wherefore make so much ado About some kindness to a fellow sinner? I shall expect him ere the morning break; And give him notice, for the time is near.[Exit.

I will not yet break on their sad farewell, But in the outer porch remain on watch. Ah, woe the day! that they must thus, by stealth, Take their last leave. I fear 't will be their last. [Exit.

And wilt thou bear these lessons in thy mind?

I shall forget to say my daily prayers