¶Hell. You may, but bootle
sse
. Is your
sight,
see will not
2020speake to any, yet let me obtaine my wi
sh
.
¶Lys. Behold him, this was a goodly per
son
.
¶Hell. Till the di
sa
ster that one mortall wight droue him
¶Lys. Sir King all haile, the Gods pre
serue you, haile
¶Hell. It is in vaine, he will not
speake to you.
¶Lord. Sir we haue a maid in
Metiliue, I dur
st wager would
¶Lys. Tis well bethought,
she que
stionle
sse with her
sweet
2030harmonie, and other cho
sen attractions, would allure and
¶make a battrie through his defend parts, which now are
¶midway
stopt,
shee is all happie as
_the faire
st of all, and her
¶fellow maides, now vpon the leauie
shelter that abutts a-
¶gain
st the I
slands
side.
2035Hell. Sure all effectle
sse, yet nothing weele omit that
¶beares recoueries name. But
since your kindne
sse wee haue
¶stretcht thus farre, let vs be
seech you, that for our golde
¶we may proui
sion haue , wherein we are not de
stitute for
¶want, but wearie for the
stalene
sse
.
2040Lys. O
sir, a curte
sie, which if we
should denie, the mo
st
¶iu
st God for euery graffe would
send a Caterpillar, and
so
¶inflict our Prouince: yet once more let mee intreate to
¶knowe at large the cau
se of your kings
sorrow.
¶Holl. Sit
sir, I will recount it to you, but
see I am pre-
¶Lys. O hee'rs the Ladie that I
sent for,
¶Welcome faire one, i
st not a goodly pre
sent?
¶Hell. Shee's a gallant Ladie.
¶Lys. Shee's
such a one, that were I well a
ssurde
2050Came of a gentle kinde, and noble
stocke, I do wi
sh
¶No better choi
se, and thinke me rarely to wed,
¶Faire on all goodne
sse that con
si
sts in beautie,
¶Expect euen here, where is a kingly patient,
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