Chapter 52

_Laf._ I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my 225 poor doing eternal: for doing I am past; as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave. [_Exit._ _Par._ Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him, by 230 my life, if I can meet him with any convenience, an he were double and double a lord. I'll have no more pity of his …