528Then what my brother hath inform'd your Grace:

529For our vndeserued welcome, we do vowe,

530Perpetually to rest at your commaund.

531Corn. But you, sweet Loue, illustrious Gonorill,

532The Regent, and the Soueraigne of my soule,

533Is Cornwall welcome to your Excellency?

534Gon. As welcome, as Leander was to Hero,

535Or braue Aeneas to the Carthage Queene:

536So and more welcome is your Grace to me.

537Cam. O, may my fortune proue no worse then his,

538Since heauens do know, my fancy is as much.

539Deare Ragan, say, if welcome vnto thee,

540All welcomes else will little comfort me.

541Rag. As gold is welcome to the couetous eye,

542As sleepe is welcome to the Traueller,

543As is fresh water to sea-beaten men,

544Or moystned showres vnto the parched ground,

545Or any thing more welcomer then this,

546So and more welcome louely Morgan is.

547Leir. What resteth then, but that we consummate,

548The celebration of these nuptiall Rites?

549My Kingdome I do equally deuide.

550Princes, draw lots, and take your chaunce as falles.

552These I resigne as freely vnto you,

553As earst by true succession they were mine.

554And here I do freely dispossesse my selfe,

555And make you two my true adopted heyres:

556My selfe will soiorne with my sonne of Cornwall,

557And take me to my prayers and my beades.

558I know, my daughter Ragan will be sorry,

559Because I do not spend my dayes with her:

560Would I were able to be with both at once;

561They are the kindest Gyrles in Christendome.

562Per. I haue bin silent all this while, my Lord,

563To see if any worthyer then my selfe,

564Would once haue spoke in poore Cordellaes cause:

565But loue or feare tyes silence to their toungs.

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