896How now.

898Lo. My liege the drum that stroke the lusty march,

899Stands with Prince Edward your thrice valiant sonne.

901King. I see the boy, oh how his mothers face,

902Modeld in his, corrects my straid desire,

903And rates my heart, and chides my theeuish eie,

904Who being rich ennough in seeing her,

905Yet seekes elsewhere and basest theft is that,

906Which cannot cloke it selfe on pouertie.

907Now boy, what newes?

908Pr. E. I haue assembled my deare Lord and father,

909The choysest buds of all our English blood,

910For our affaires to Fraunce, and heere we come,

911To take direction from your maiestie.

912Kin: Still do I see in him deliniate,

913His mothers visage, those his eies are hers,

914Who looking wistely on me, make me blush:

915For faults against themselues, giue euidence,

916Lust as a fire, and me like lanthorne show,

917Light lust within them selues; euen through them selues:

918A way loose silkes or wauering vanitie,

919Shall the large limmit of faire Brittayne.

920By me be ouerthrowne, and shall I not,

921Master this little mansion of my selfe;

922Giue me an Armor of eternall steele,

923I go to conquer kings, and shall I not then

924Subdue my selfe, and be my enimies friend,

925It must not be, come boy forward, aduaunce,

926Lets with our coullours sweete the Aire of Fraunce.

928Lo. My liege, the Countesse with a smiling cheere.

929Desires accesse vnto your Maiestie.

930King. Why there it goes, that verie smile of hers,