And to the conflict turns it loosely forth,
Weak and divided. I'm disturb'd for thee.
RAYNER.
Your governor hath ne'er yet pardon'd; therefore
Be not disturb'd for me; my hopes are small.
MARDONIO.
We will direct—Who comes to interrupt us?
Enter the Turnkey.
RAYNER.
His state in life favours not the kind growth
Of soft affections, has shewn kindness to me.
He wears upon his face the aukwardness
And hesitating look of one who comes
To ask some favour; send him not away.
(To Turnkey) What dost thou want, good friend? out with it, man!
We are not very stern.
TURNKEY.
To shew the curious peasantry and boors,
Who from the country flock o' holy days,
Thro' his strait prison bars, the famous robber,
That over-head is cell'd; and now a company
Waits here without to see him, but he's sullen,
And will not shew himself. If it might please you
