26572471Gent. Neere and on the speed for't, the maine descries,

26582472Stands on the hourely thoughts.

26592473Edg. I thanke you sir, thats all.

26602474Gent. Though that the Queene on speciall cause is heere,

26612475His army is mou'd on.

26622476Edg. I thanke you sir. Exit

26632477Glo. You euer gentle gods take my breath from me,

26642478Let not my worser spirit tempt me againe,

26652479To dye before you please.

26662480Edg. Well pray you father.

26672481Glo. Now good sir what are you.

26682482Edg. A most poore man, made lame by fortunes blowes,

26692483Who by the Art of knowne and feeling sorrowes

26702484Am pregnant to good pitty. Giue me your hand,

26712485Ile lead you to some biding.

26722486Glost. Hearty thankes, the bounty and benizon of heauen

26742487to boot, to boot.

26762489Stew. A proclaim'd prize, most happy; that eyles head of thine

26772490was first framed flesh to raise my fortunes. Thou most vnhappy

26782491Traitor, briefely thy selfe remember, the sword is out that must

26802492destroy thee.

26812493Glo. Now let thy friendly hand put strength enough to't.

26832494Stew. Wherefore bolde pezant darst thou support a publisht

26842495traytor, hence least the infection of his fortune take like hold on

26862496thee, let go his arme.

26872497Edg. Chill not let go sir without cagion.

26892498Stew. Let go slaue, or thou diest.

26902499Edg. Good Gentleman goe your gate, let poore volke passe:

26912500and chud haue been zwaggar'd out of my life, it would not haue

26922501bene zo long by a vortnight: nay come not neere the olde man,

2502keepe out cheuore ye, or ile try whether your costard or my bat

26942503be the harder, chill be plaine with you.

26962504Stew. Out dunghill. They fight.

26972505Edg. Chil pick your teeth zir, come no matter for your foines.