The Orphan; Or, The Unhappy Marriage. A Tragedy, in Five Acts
Cham. I have no bus'ness there;

Acas. This you could do.

[to his Sons.

Cas. I'd serve my prince.

Acas. Who'd serve him?

Cas. I would, my lord.

Pol. And I; both would.

Acas. Away!

Cas. I'd serve him with my fortune here at home,

Pol. Die for him,

Acas. Let me embrace ye both! now, by the souls

Serv. My lord, th' expected guests are just arriv'd.

Acas. Go you and give 'em welcome and reception.

Cham. My lord, I stand in need of your assistance,

Acas. Spoke like the son of that brave man I lov'd!

Cham. I dare not doubt your friendship, nor your justice,

Acas. Pr'ythee no more of that, it grates my nature.

Cham. When our dear parents dy'd, they dy'd together;

Acas. It speaks an honest nature.

Cham. The friend heav'n rais'd was you; you took her up,


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