Doth your lordship call?

I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I
am out of the road of rutting for ever.

But to have divinity preached there! did you ever
dream of such a thing?

Did you ever hear the like?

Most rare.

The heavens,
Through you, increase our wonder and set up
Your fame forever.

Most strange!

But I much marvel that your lordship, having
Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
'Tis most strange,
Nature should be so conversant with pain,
Being thereto not compell'd.

Sir,
Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
Shook as the earth did quake;
The very principals did seem to rend,
And all-to topple: pure surprise and fear
Made me to quit the house.

Good morrow.