Hope for like opportunity?

Du Croye. My good Lord! 

My good Lord!

Roch. My wish bring comfort to you. 

My wish bring comfort to you.

Du Croye. The time calls vs. 

The time calls vs.

Roch. Good morrow Colonell. 

Good morrow Colonell.

Rom. This obstinate spleene, You thinke becomes your sorrow, and sorts wel [50] With your blacke suits: but grant me wit, or iudgement, And by the freedome of an honest man, And a true friend to boote, I sweare ’tis shamefull. And therefore flatter not your selfe with hope, Your sable habit, with the hat and cloake, [55] No though the ribons helpe, haue power to worke ’em To what you would: for those that had no eyes, To see the great acts of your father, will not, From any fashion sorrow can put on, Bee taught to know their duties. 

This obstinate spleene,

You thinke becomes your sorrow, and sorts wel [50]

With your blacke suits: but grant me wit, or iudgement,

And by the freedome of an honest man,

And a true friend to boote, I sweare ’tis shamefull.

And therefore flatter not your selfe with hope,

Your sable habit, with the hat and cloake, [55]

No though the ribons helpe, haue power to worke ’em

To what you would: for those that had no eyes,

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