2351Cor. Alacke, 'tis he: why he was met euen now

2352As mad as the vext Sea, singing alowd,

2353Crown'd with ranke Fenitar, and furrow weeds,

2354With Hardokes, Hemlocke, Nettles, Cuckoo flowres,

2355Darnell, and all the idle weedes that grow

2356In our sustaining Corne. A Centery send forth;

2357Search euery Acre in the high-growne field,

2358And bring him to our eye. What can mans wisedome

2359In the restoring his bereaued Sense; he that helpes him,

2360Take all my outward worth.

2361Gent. There is meanes Madam:

2362Our foster Nurse of Nature, is repose,

2363The which he lackes: that to prouoke in him

2364Are many Simples operatiue, whose power

2365Will close the eye of Anguish.

2366Cord. All blest Secrets,

2367All you vnpublish'd Vertues of the earth

2368Spring with my teares; be aydant, and remediate

2369In the Goodmans desires: seeke, seeke for him,

2370Least his vngouern'd rage, dissolue the life

2371That wants the meanes to leade it.

2373Mes. Newes Madam,

2374The Brittish Powres are marching hitherward.

2375Cor. 'Tis knowne before. Our preparation stands

2376In expectation of them. O deere Father,

2377It is thy businesse that I go about: Therfore great France

2378My mourning, and important teares hath pittied:

2379No blowne Ambition doth our Armes incite,

2380But loue, deere loue, and our ag'd Fathers Rite:

2381Soone may I heare, and see him. Exeunt.