23462144Come hether friend, tell me what more thou knowest.

2347.22147Kent. Why the King of France is so suddenly gone backe,

2347.32148Know you the reason?

2347.42149Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his

2347.52150comming foorth is thought of, which imports to the Kingdom,

2347.62151so much feare and danger that his personall returne was most re-

2347.72152quired and necessary.

2347.82153Kent. Who hath he left behinde him, Generall?

2347.92154Gent. The Marshall of France, Mounsieur la Far.

2347.102155Kent. Did your letters pierce the Queene to any demonstrati-

2156on of griefe?

2347.112157Gent. I say she tooke them, read them in my presence,

2347.122158And now and then an ample teare trild downe

2347.132159Her delicate cheeke, it seemd she was a Queene ore her passion,

2347.142160Who most rebell-like, sought to be King ore her.

2347.152161Kent. O then it moued her.

2347.162162Gent. Not to a rage, patience and sorrow streme,

2347.172163Who should expresse her goodliest, you haue seene

2347.182164Sun-shine and raine at once, her smiles and teares,

2347.192165Were like a better way, those happy smilets

2347.202166That plaid on her ripe lip, seeme not to know

2347.212167What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence

2347.222168As pearles from Diamonds dropt; in briefe,

2347.232169Sorrow would be a rarity most beloued,

2347.242170If all could so become it.

2347.252171Kent. Made she no verball question?

2347.262172Gent. Faith once or twice she heau'd the name of father

2347.272173Pantingly foorth, as if it prest her heart,

2347.282174Cried sisters, sisters, shame of Ladies sisters;

2347.292175Kent. Father, sisters, what ith-storme ith night?

2347.302176Let pitty not be beleeu'd, there she shooke

2347.312177The holy water from her heauenly eyes,

2347.322178And clamour moistened her, then away she started,

2347.332179To deale with griefe alone.

2347.342180Kent, It is the stars, the stars aboue vs gouern our conditions,