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And lived a vagabond upon the earth, Ere this had been! What was my name or worth? But thou

Cease, cease! repent it not, sweet youth; For all the friends on earth would not have done me Such true and worthy service. [Exeunt.

The king will from his council come ere long; Then wait, I pray, and take a little respite From this impatient fever of your mind.

Take respite! this impatience! O good father! Thou canst not know this agony, and speak'st Like one secured from human misery. Heaven grant me patience! I have need of it; But it must come from heaven.

See; now his Highness comes