2078But O poore Gloster 2326lost he his other eye.

23272079Gent. Both, both my Lord, 2328this letter Madam craues a speedy(answer,

23292080Tis from your sister.Gon. One way I like this well,

23312081But being widow and my Gloster with her,

23322082May all the building on my fancie plucke,

23332083Vpon my hatefull life, another way 2334the newes is not so tooke,

2084Ile reade and answer. Exit.

23352085Alb. Where was his sonne 2336when they did take his eyes.

23372086Gent. Come with my Lady hither. 2338Alb. He is not here.

23392087Gent. No my good Lord I met him backe againe.

23402088Alb. Knowes he the wickednesse.

23412089Gent. I my good Lord twas he informd against him,

23422090And quit the house on purpose that there punishment

23432091Might haue the freer course.

23442092Alb. Gloster I liue 2345to thanke thee for the loue thou shewedst the(King,

23462093And to reuenge thy eyes, come hither friend,

23472094Tell me what more thou knowest. Exit.

2347.22096Kent. Why the King of Fraunce is so suddenly gone backe,

2347.32097know you no reason.

2347.42098Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his

2347.52099comming forth is thought of, which imports to the Kingdome,

2347.62100So much feare and danger that his personall returne was most re-

2347.72101quired and necessarie.

2347.82102Kent. Who hath he left behind him, General.

2347.92103Gent. The Marshall of France Monsier la Far.

2347.102104Kent. Did your letters pierce the queene to any demonstratiõ(of griefe.

2347.112105Gent. I say she tooke them, read them in my presence,

2347.122106And now and then an ample teare trild downe

2347.132107Her delicate cheeke, it seemed she was a queene ouer her passion,

2347.142108Who most rebell-like, sought to be King ore her.

2347.152109Kent. O then it moued her.

2347.162110Gent. Not to a rage, patience and sorow streme,

2347.172111Who should expresse her goodliest you haue seene,

2347.182112Sun shine and raine at once, her smiles and teares,

2347.192113Were like a better way those happie smilets,

2347.202114That playd on her ripe lip seeme not to know,

2347.212115What guests were in her eyes which parted thence,