386351Bra. So did I yours, good your Grace pardon me,

387352Neither my place, nor ought I heard of businesse

388353Hath rais'd me from my bed, nor doth the generall care

389354Take any hold of me, for my particular griefes,

390355Is of so floodgate and orebearing nature,

391356That it engluts, and swallowes other sorrowes,

392357And it is still it selfe.

393358Du. Why, what's the matter?

394359Bra. My daughter, O my daughter.

395360All. Dead?

396361Bra. I to me:

397362She is abus'd, stolne from me and corrupted,

398363By spels and medicines, bought of mountebancks,

399364For nature so preposterously to erre,

401365Saunce witchcraft could not.

402366Du. Who ere he be, that in this foule proceeding

403367Hath thus beguild your daughter of her selfe,

404368And you of her, the bloody booke of Law,

405369You shall your selfe, read in the bitter letter,

406370After its owne sense, tho our proper sonne

407371Stood in your action.

408372Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace;

409373Here is the man, this Moore, whom now it seemes

410374Your speciall mandate, for the State affaires

411375Hath hither brought.

412376All. We are very sorry for't.

413377Du, What in your owne part can you say to this?

414378Bra. Nothing, but this is so.

415379Oth. Most potent, graue, and reuerend Seigniors,

416380My very noble and approoued good maisters:

417381That I haue tane away this old mans daughter,

418382It is most true: true, I haue married her,

419383The very head and front of my offending,

420384Hath this extent no more. Rude am I in my speech,

421385And little blest with the set phrase of peace,

422386For since these armes of mine had seuen yeares pith,

423387Till now some nine Moones wasted, they haue vs'd