646Why so she is, for when I would embrace her,

647This do I, and catch nothing but my selfe,

648I must enioy her, for I cannot beate

649With reason and reproofe fond loue a waie.

651Here comes her father I will worke with him,

652To beare my collours in this feild of loue.

653War: How is it that my souereigne is so sad,

654May I with pardon know your highnes griefe,

655And that my old endeuor will remoue it,

656It shall not comber long your maiestie,

657King: A kind and voluntary giift thou proferest,

658That I was forwarde to haue begd of thee,

659But O thou world great nurse of flatterie,

660Whie dost thou tip mens tongues with golden words,

661And peise their deedes with weight of heauie leade,

662That faire performance cannot follow promise,

663O that a man might hold the hartes close booke,

664And choke the lauish tongue when it doth vtter

665The breath of falshood not carectred there:

666War: Far be it from the honor of my age,

667That I shouid owe bright gould and render lead,

668Age is a cyncke, not a flatterer,

669I saye againe, that I if knew your griefe,

670And that by me it may be lesned,

671My proper harme should buy your highnes good,

672These are the vulger tenders of false men,

673That neuer pay the duetie of their words,

674Kin: Thou wilt not sticke to sweare what thou hast said,

675But when thou knowest my greifes condition,

676This rash disgorged vomit of thy word,

677Thou wilt eate vp againe and leaue me helples.

678War. By heauen I will not though your maiestie,

679Did byd me run vpon your sworde and die.