2655Par Pray you sir deliuer me this paper.

2656Clo Foh, prethee stand away: a paper from fortunes

2657close-stoole, to giue to a Nobleman. Looke heere he

2658comes himselfe.

2660Clo Heere is a purre of Fortunes sir, or of Fortunes

2661Cat, but not a Muscat, that ha's falne into the vncleane

2662fish-pond of her displeasure, and as he sayes is muddied

2663withall. Pray you sir, vse the Carpe as you may, for he

2664lookes like a poore decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally

2665knaue. I doe pittie his distresse in my smiles of comfort,

2666and leaue him to your Lordship.

2667Par My Lord I am a man whom fortune hath cruel-

2668ly scratch'd.

2669Laf And what would you haue me to doe? 'Tis too

2670late to paire her nailes now. Wherein haue you played

2671the knaue with fortune that she should scratch you, who

2672of her selfe is a good Lady, and would not haue knaues

2673thriue long vnder? There's a Cardecue for you: Let the

2674Iustices make you and fortune friends; I am for other

2675businesse.

2676Par I beseech your honour to heare mee one single

2677word,

2678Laf you begge a single peny more: Come you shall

2679ha't, saue your word.

2680Par My name my good Lord is Parrolles

2681Laf You begge more then word then. Cox my pas-

2682sion, giue me your hand: How does your drumme?

2683Par O my good Lord, you were the first that found

2684mee.

2685Laf Was I insooth? And I was the first that lost thee.

2686Par It lies in you my Lord to bring me in some grace

2687for you did bring me out.

2688Laf Out vpon thee knaue, doest thou put vpon mee

2689at once both the office of God and the diuel: one brings

2690thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. The Kings

2691comming I know by his Trumpets. Sirrah, inquire fur-

2692ther after me, I had talke of you last night, though you

2693are a foole and a knaue, you shall eate, go too, follow.

2694Par I praise God for you.

2697Kin We lost a Iewell of her, and our esteeme

2698Was made much poorer by it: but your sonne,

2699As mad in folly, lack'd the sence to know

2700Her estimation home.

2701OldLa 'Tis past my Liege,

2702And I beseech your Maiestie to make it

2703Naturall rebellion, done i'th blade of youth,

2704When oyle and fire, too strong for reasons force,

2705Ore-beares it, and burnes on.

2706Kin My honour'd Lady,

2707I haue forgiuen and forgotten all,

2708Though my reuenges were high bent vpon him,

2709And watch'd the time to shoote.

2710Laf This I must say,

2711But first I begge my pardon: the yong Lord

2712Did to his Maiesty, his Mother, and his Ladie,

2713Offence of mighty note; but to himselfe

2714The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife,

2715Whose beauty did astonish the suruey

2716Of richest eies: whose words all eares tooke captiue,

2717Whose deere perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serue,

2718Humbly call'd Mistris.

2719Kin Praising what is lost,

2720Makes the remembrance deere. Well, call him hither,

2721We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill

2722All repetition: Let him not aske our pardon,

2723The nature of his great offence is dead,

2724And deeper then obliuion, we do burie

2725Th' incensing reliques of it. Let him approach

2726A stranger, no offender; and informe him

2727So 'tis our will he should.

2728Gent I shall my Liege.

2729Kin What sayes he to your daughter,

2730Haue you spoke?

2731Laf All that he is, hath reference to your Highnes.

2732Kin Then shall we haue a match. I haue letters sent

2733me, that sets him high in fame.

2735Laf He lookes well on't.

2736Kin I am not a day of season,

2737For thou maist see a sun-shine, and a haile

2738In me at once: But to the brightest beames

2739Distracted clouds giue way, so stand thou forth,

2740The time is faire againe.

2741Ber My high repented blames

2742Deere Soueraigne pardon to me.

2743Kin All is whole,

2744Not one word more of the consumed time,

2745Let's take the instant by the forward top:

2746For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees

2747Th' inaudible, and noiselesse foot of time

2748Steales, ere we can effect them. You remember

2749The daughter of this Lord?

2750Ber Admiringly my Liege, at first

2751I stucke my choice vpon her, ere my heart

2752Durst make too bold a herauld of my tongue:

2753Where the impression of mine eye enfixing,

2754Contempt his scornfull Perspectiue did lend me,

2755Which warpt the line, of euerie other fauour,

2756Scorn'd a faire colour, or exprest it stolne,

2757Extended or contracted all proportions

2758To a most hideous obiect. Thence it came,

2759That she whom all men prais'd, and whom my selfe,

2760Since I haue lost, haue lou'd; was in mine eye

2761The dust that did offend it.

2762Kin Well excus'd:

2763That thou didst loue her, strikes some scores away

2764From the great compt: but loue that comes too late,

2765Like a remorsefull pardon slowly carried

2766To the great sender, turnes a sowre offence,

2767Crying, that's good that's gone: Our rash faults,

2768Make triuiall price of serious things we haue,

2769Not knowing them, vntill we know their graue.

2770Oft our displeasures to our selues vniust,

2771Destroy our friends, and after weepe their dust:

2772Our owne loue waking, cries to see what's don,e

2773While shamefull hate sleepes out the afternoone.

2774Be this sweet Helensknell, and now forget her.

2775Send forth your amorous token for faire Maudlin

2776The maine consents are had, and heere wee'l stay

2777To see our widdowers second marriage day:

2778Which better then the first, O deere heauen blesse,

2779Or, ere they meete in me, O Nature cesse.

2780Laf Come on my sonne, in whom my houses name

2781Must be digested: giue a fauour from you

2782To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,