Mould. old Dames sake, stand my friend: shee hath no body to
Mould. doe any thing about her, when I am gone: and she is old,
Mould. and cannot helpe her selfe: you shall haue fortie, sir.
Feeble. death. I will neuer beare a base minde: if it be my desti
Feeble. nie, so: if it be not, so: no man is too good to serue his
Feeble. Prince: and let it goe which way it will, he that dies this