Thus to abuse my goodnes!

For if good were not praised more than ill, 455 None would choose goodnes of his owne freewill.

Wee will be sweyde by you as one in whome Wee yet have fownd all goodnes.

Heavye sleepe Presses me to her bossome; gentyll sweete, Let me not hurte thy goodnes, for my rest Shall

But love her dearely, Thurston, sheele deserv't: I doe remember, when my Father livd, How he would praise her goodnes.

Not that I value Courtwell, whome you would Pretend has been to saucy with my honour; But, cause I scorne to owne a goodnes should Depend upon your sword or vindication, Ile fight with you my selfe in this small vollume Against your bulke in folio.

Alex. Noe, tis doing sacrifice to slaunderd goodnes.

Can you have soe much mercy, You soe much goodnes?

Spleene shall not taynte my goodnes So muche as to account your errors follyes;