1503you written to beare along.

1504Fren. G We serue you Madam in that and all your

1505worthiest affaires.

1506La Not so, but as we change our courtesies,

1507Will you draw neere? Exit

1508Hel.Till I haue no wife I haue nothing in France

1509Nothing in France vntill he has no wife:

1510Thou shalt haue none Rossillion none in France,

1511Then hast thou all againe: poore Lord, is't I

1512That chase thee from thy Countrie, and expose

1513Those tender limbes of thine, to the euent

1514Of the none-sparing warre? And is it I,

1515That driue thee from the sportiue Court, where thou

1516Was't shot at with faire eyes, to be the marke

1517Of smoakie Muskets? O you leaden messengers,

1518That ride vpon the violent speede of fire,

1519Fly with false ayme, moue the still-peering aire

1520That sings with piercing, do not touch my Lord:

1521Who euer shoots at him, I set him there.

1522Who euer charges on his forward brest

1523I am the Caitiffe that do hold him too't,

1524And though I kill him not, I am the cause

1525His death was so effected: Better 'twere

1526I met the rauine Lyon when he roar'd

1527With sharpe constraint of hunger: better 'twere,

1528That all the miseries which nature owes

1529Were mine at once. No come thou home Rossillion

1530Whence honor but of danger winnes a scarre,

1531As oft it looses all. I will be gone:

1532My being heere it is, that holds thee hence,

1533Shall I stay heere to doo't? No, no, although

1534The ayre of Paradise did fan the house,

1535And Angels offic'd all: I will be gone,

1536That pittifull rumour may report my flight

1537To consolate thine eare. Come night, end day,

1538For with the darke (poore theefe) Ile steale away. Exit

1541Duke The Generall of our horse thou art, and we

1542Great in our hope, lay our best loue and credence

1543Vpon thy promising fortune.

1544Ber Sir it is

1545A charge too heauy for my strength, but yet

1546Wee'l striue to beare it for your worthy sake,

1547To th' extreme edge of hazard.

1548Duke Then go thou forth,

1549And fortune play vpon thy prosperous helme

1550As thy auspicious mistris.

1551Ber This very day

1552Great Mars I put my selfe into thy file,

1553Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall proue

1554A louer of thy drumme, hater of loue. Exeunt omnes

1556La Alas! and would you take the letter of her:

1557Might you not know she would do, as she has done,

1558By sending me a Letter. Reade it agen.

1574Ah what sharpe stings are in her mildest words?

1575Rynaldo you did neuer lacke aduice so much,

1576As letting her passe so: had I spoke with her,

1577I could haue well diuerted her intents,

1578Which thus she hath preuented.

1579Ste Pardon me Madam,

1580If I had giuen you this at ouer-night,

1581She might haue beene ore-tane: and yet she writes

1582Pursuite would be but vaine.

1583La What Angell shall

1584Blesse this vnworthy husband, he cannot thriue,

1585Vnlesse her prayers, whom heauen delights to heare

1586And loues to grant, repreeue him from the wrath

1587Of greatest Iustice. Write, write Rynaldo

1588To this vnworthy husband of his wife,

1589Let euerie word waigh heauie of her worrh,

1590That he does waigh too light: my greatest greefe,

1591Though little he do feele it, set downe sharpely.

1592Dispatch the most conuenient messenger,

1593When haply he shall heare that she is gone,

1594He will returne, and hope I may that shee

1595Hearing so much, will speede her foote againe,

1596Led hither by pure loue: which of them both

1597Is deerest to me, I haue no skill in sence

1598To make distinction: prouide this Messenger:

1599My heart is heauie, and mine age is weake,

1600Greefe would haue teares, and sorrow bids me speake.

1606Widdow Nay come,

1607For if they do approach the Citty,

1608We shall loose all the sight.

1609Diana They say, the French Count has done

1610Most honourable seruice.

1611Wid It is reported,

1612That he has taken their great'st Commander,

1613And that with his owne hand he slew

1614The Dukes brother: we haue lost our labour,

1615They are gone a contrarie way: harke,

1616you may know by their Trumpets.

1617Maria Come lets returne againe,

1618And suffice our selues with the report of it.

1619Well Diana take heed of this French Earle,

1620The honor of a Maide is her name,

1621And no Legacie is so rich

1622As honestie.

1623Widdow I haue told my neighbour

1624How you haue beene solicited by a Gentleman

1625His Companion.