879826my selfe, and go to buffets, for mouing such a dish of skim milke

880827with so honorable an action. Hang him, let him tell the king, we

881828are prepared: I will set forward to night.

884829How now Kate, I must leaue you within these two houres.

885830Lady. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone?

886831For what offence haue I this fortnight bin

887832A banisht woman from my Harries bed?

888833Tel me sweet Lord, what ist that takes from thee

889834Thy stomacke, pleasure, and thy goulden sleepe?

890835Why dost thou bend thine eies vpon the earth?

891836And start so often when thou sitst alone?

892837Why hast thou lost the fresh bloud in thy cheekes?

893838And giuen my treasures and my rights of thee

894839To thicke eyde musing, and curst melancholy?

895840In thy faint slumbers I by thee haue watcht,

896841And heard the murmur, tales of yron wars,

897842Speake tearmes of mannage to thy bounding steed,

898843Cry courage to the field. And thou hast talkt

899844Of sallies, and retyres of trenches tents,

900845Of pallizadoes, frontiers, parapets,

901846Of basilisks, of canon, culuerin,

902847Of prisoners ransome, and of soldiors slaine,

903848And all the currents of a heddy fight.

904849Thy spirit within thee hath bin so at war,

905850And thus hath so bestird thee in thy sleepe,

906851That beads of sweat haue stood vpon thy brow

907852Like bubbles in a late disturbed streame

908853And in thy face strange motions haue appeard,

909854Such as we see when men restraine their breath,

910855On some great suddain hest. O what portents are these?

911856Some heauy businesse hath my Lord in hand,

912857And I must know it else he loues me not.

913858Hot. What ho, is Gilliams with the packet gone?

914859Ser. He is my Lord, an houre ago.

915860Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the Sheriffe?

916861Ser. One horse my Lord he brought euen now.

917862Hot. What horse, Roane? a cropeare is it not?

918863Ser. It is my Lord.

D1 Hot.