604That maketh me a patterne of her power?

605Ah, poore weake mayd, whose imbecility

606Is far vnable to indure these brunts.

607Oh, father Leir, how dost thou wrong thy child,

608Who alwayes was obedient to thy will!

609But why accuse I fortune and my father?

610No, no, it is the pleasure of my God:

611And I do willingly imbrace the rod.

612King. It is no Goddesse ; for she doth complayne

613On fortune, and th'vnkindnesse of her father.

614Cord. These costly robes ill fitting my estate,

615I will exchange for other meaner habit.

616Mum. Now if I had a Kingdome in my hands,

617I would exchange it for a milkmaids smock and petycoate,

618That she and I might shift our clothes together.

619Cord. I will betake me to my threed and Needle,

620And earne my liuing with my fingers ends.

621Mum. O braue! God willing, though shalt haue my custome,

622By sweet S. Denis, here I sadly sweare,

623For all the shirts and night-geare that I weare.

624Cord. I will professe and vow a maydens life.

625Mum. Thē I protest thou shalt not haue my custom.

626King. I can forbeare no longer for to speak:

627For if I do, I think my heart will breake.

628Mum. Sblood, Wil, I hope you are not in loue with my Sēpster.

629King. I am in such a laborinth of loue,

630As that I know not which way to get out.

631Mum. You'l ne're get out, vnlessse you first get in.

632King. I prithy Iacke, crosse not my passions.

633Mum. Prithy Wil, to her, and try her patience.

634King. Thou fairest creature, whatsoere thou art,

635That euer any mortall eyes beheld,

636Vouchsafe to me, who haue o'reheard thy woes,

637To shew the cause of these thy sad laments.

638Cor. Ah Pilgrims, what auailes to shew the cause,

639When there's no meanes to find a remedy?

640King. To vtter griefe, doth ease a heart o'recharg'd.

641Cor. To touch a sore, doth aggrauate the payne.

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