339Reason to rage should not haue giuen place,

340Nor poore Cordella suffersuch disgrace. Exit.

343King. Disswade me not, my Lords, I am resolu'd,

344This next fayre wynd to sayle for Brittany,

345In some disguise, to see if flying fame

346Be not too prodigall in the wondrous prayse

347Of these three Nymphes, the daughters of King Leir.

348If present view do answere absent prayse,

349And eyes allow of what our eares haue heard,

350And Venus stand auspicious to my vowes,

351And Fortune fauour what I take in hand;

352I will returne seyz'd of as rich a prize

353As Iason, when he wanne the golden fleece.

354Mum. Heauens graūt you may; the match were ful of honor,

355And well beseeming the young Gallian King.

356I would your Grace would fauour me so much,

357As make me partner of your Pilgrimage.

358I long to see the gallant Brittish Dames,

359And feed mine eyes vpon their rare perfections:

360For till I know the contrary, Ile say,

361Our Dames in Fraunce are more fayre then they.

362Kin. Lord Mumford, you haue saued me a labour,

363In offring that which I did meane to aske:

364And I most willingly accept your company.

365Yet first I will inioyne you to obserue

366Some few conditions which I shall propose.

367Mum. So that you do not tye mine eyes for looking

368After the amorous glaunces of fayre Dames:

369So that you do not tye my toung from speaking,

370My lips from kissing when occasion serues,

371My hands from congees, and my knees to bow

372To gallant Gyrles which were a taske more hard,

373Then flesh and bloud is able to indure:

374Commaund what else you please, I rest content.

375Kin. To bind thee from a thing thou canst not leaue,

376Were but a meane to make thee seeke it more: