Scene XIII.


[To them] FOIBLE.

FOIBLE
Madam, the dancers are ready, and there's one with a letter, who must deliver it into your own hands.

LADY WISHFORT
Sir Rowland, will you give me leave? Think favourably, judge candidly, and conclude you have found a person who would suffer racks in honour's cause, dear Sir Rowland, and will wait on you incessantly.



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