23512206Cor. Alacke tis he, why he was euen now,

23522207As mad as the vent sea, singing aloud,

23532208Crownd with ranke femiter and furrow weeds,

23542209With hor-docks, hemlocke, nettles, coockow-flowers,

23552210Darnell and all the idle weeds that grow

23562211In our sustaining, Corne, a century is sent foorth,

23572212Search euery acre in the high growne field,

23582213And bring him to our eye, what can mans wisedome do

23592214In the restoring his bereaued sence? he that can helpe him

23602215Take all my outward worth.

23612216Doct. There is meanes Madame,

23622217Our foster nurse of nature is repose,

23632218The which he lackes, that to prouoke in him

23642219Are many simples operatiue, whose power

23652220Will close the eye of anguish.

23662221Cord. All blest secrets, all you vnpublisht vertues of the earth,

23682222Spring with my teares, be aidant and remediat

23692223In the good mans distresse, seeke, seeke for him,

23702224Least his vngouernd rage dissolue the life,

23712225That wants the meanes to leade it.

23732227Messen. Newes Madam, the British powers are marching he-

23742228 therward.

23752229Cord. Tis knowne before, our preparation stands

23762230In expectation of them, ô deare Father,

23772231It is thy businesse that I go about, therefore great France,

23782232My mourning and important teares hath pittied,

23792233No blowne ambition doth our armes insite,

23802234But loue, deare loue, and our aged fathers right,

23812235Soone may I heare and see him. Exit.