221Get thee a good husband, and vse him as he vses thee:

222So farewell.

223Hel Our remedies oft in our selues do lye,

224Which we ascribe to heauen: the fated skye

225Giues vs free scope, onely doth backward pull

226Our slow designes, when we our selues are dull.

227What power is it, which mounts my loue so hye,

228That makes me see, and cannot feede mine eye?

229The mightiest space in fortune, Nature brings

230To ioyne like, likes; and kisse like natiue things.

231Impossible be strange attempts to those

232That weigh their paines in sence, and do suppose

233What hath beene, cannot be. Who euer stroue

234To shew her merit, that did misse her loue?

235(The Kings disease) my proiect may deceiue me,

236But my intents are fixt, and will not leaue me. Exit

240King The Florentinesand Senoysare by th' eares,

241Haue fought with equall fortune, and continue

242A brauing warre.

2431.Lo.G So tis reported sir.

244King Nay tis most credible, we heere receiue it,

245A certaintie vouch'd from our Cosin Austria

246With caution, that the Florentinewill moue vs

247For speedie ayde: wherein our deerest friend

248Preiudicates the businesse, and would seeme

249To haue vs make deniall.

2501.Lo.G His loue and wisedome

251Approu'd so to your Maiesty, may pleade

252For amplest credence.

253King He hath arm'd our answer,

254And Florenceis deni'de before he comes:

255Yet for our Gentlemen that meane to see

256The Tuscanseruice, freely haue they leaue

257To stand on either part.

2582.Lo.E It well may serue

259A nursserie to our Gentrie, who are sicke

260For breathing, and exploit.

261King What's he comes heere.

2631.Lor.G It is the Count Rosignollmy good Lord,

264Yong Bertram

265King Youth, thou bear'st thy Fathers face,

266Franke Nature rather curious then in hast

267Hath well compos'd thee: Thy Fathers morall parts

268Maist thou inherit too: Welcome to Paris

269Ber My thankes and dutie are your Maiesties.

270Kin I would I had that corporall soundnesse now,

271As when thy father, and my selfe, in friendship

272First tride our souldiership: he did looke farre

273Into the seruice of the time, and was

274Discipled of the brauest. He lasted long,

275But on vs both did haggish Age steale on,

276And wore vs out of act: It much repaires me

277To talke of your good father; in his youth

278He had the wit, which I can well obserue

279To day in our yong Lords: but they may iest

280Till their owne scorne returne to them vnnoted

281Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour:

282So like a Courtier, contempt nor bitternesse

283Were in his pride, or sharpnesse; if they were,

284His equall had awak'd them, and his honour

285Clocke to it selfe, knew the true minute when

286Exception bid him speake: and at this time

287His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him,

288He vs'd as creatures of another place,

289And bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes,

290Making them proud of his humilitie,

291In their poore praise he humbled: Such a man

292Might be a copie to these yonger times;

293Which followed well, would demonstrate them now

294But goers backward.

295Ber His good remembrance sir

296Lies richer in your thoughts, then on his tombe:

297So in approofe liues not his Epitaph,

298As in your royall speech.

299King Would I were with him he would alwaies say,

300(Me thinkes I heare him now) his plausiue words

301He scatter'd not in eares, but grafted them

302To grow there and to beare: Let me not liue,

303This his good melancholly oft began

304On the Catastrophe and heele of pastime

305When it was out: Let me not liue (quoth hee)

306After my flame lackes oyle, to be the snuffe

307Of yonger spirits, whose apprehensiue senses

308All but new things disdaine; whose iudgements are

309Meere fathers of their garments: whose constancies

310Expire before their fashions: this he wish'd.

311I after him, do after him wish too:

312Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home,

313I quickly were dissolued from my hiue

314To giue some Labourers roome.

315L2.E You'r loued Sir,

316They that least lend it you, shall lacke you first.

317Kin I fill a place I know't: how long ist Count

318Since the Physitian at your fathers died?

319He was much fam'd.

320Ber Some six moneths since my Lord.

321Kin If he were liuing, I would try him yet.

322Lend me an arme: the rest haue worne me out

323With seuerall applications: Nature and sicknesse

324Debate it at their leisure. Welcome Count,

325My sonne's no deerer.

326Ber Thanke your Maiesty. Exit

329Coun I will now heare, what say you of this gentle-

330woman.

331Ste Maddam the care I haue had to euen your con-

332tent, I wish might be found in the Kalender of my past

333endeuours, for then we wound our Modestie, and make

334foule the clearnesse of our deseruings, when of our selues

335we publish them.

336Coun What doe's this knaue heere? Get you gone

337sirra: the complaints I haue heard of you I do not all be-

338leeue, 'tis my slownesse that I doe not: For I know you

339lacke not folly to commit them, & haue abilitie enough

340to make such knaueries yours.

341Clo 'Tis not vnknown to you Madam, I am a poore

342fellow.

343Coun Well sir.

344Clo No maddam,

345'Tis not so well that I am poore, though manie