3186Yong, and unwapper'd not, halting under Crymes

3187Many and stale: that sure shall please the gods

3188Sooner than such, to give us Nectar with 'em,

3189For we are more cleare Spirits. My deare kinsemen.

3190Whose lives (for this poore comfort) are laid downe,

3191You have sould 'em too too cheape.

31921. K. What ending could be

3193Of more content? ore us the victors have

3194Fortune, whose title is as momentary,

3195As to us death is certaine: A graine of honour

3196They not ore'-weigh us.

31972. K. Let us bid farewell;

3198And with our patience, anger tottring Fortune,

3199Who at her certain'st reeles.

32003. K. Come? who begins?

3201Pal. Ev'n he that led you to this Banket, shall

3202Taste to you all: ah ha my Friend, my Friend,

3203Your gentle daughter gave me freedome once;

3204You'l see't done now for ever: pray how do'es she?

3205I heard she was not well; her kind of ill

3206gave me some sorrow.

3207Iaylor. Sir she's well restor'd,

3208And to be marryed shortly.

3209Pal. By my short life

3210I am most glad on't; Tis the latest thing

3211I shall be glad of, pre'thee tell her so:

3212Commend me to her, and to peece her portion

3213Tender her this.

32141. K. Nay lets be offerers all.

32152. K. Is it a maide?

3216Pal. Verily I thinke so,

3217A right good creature, more to me deserving

3218Then I can quight or speake of.

3219All K. Commend us to her. They give their purses,

3220Iaylor. The gods requight you all,

3221And make her thankefull.

3222Pal. Adiew; and let my life be now as short,

3223As my leave taking. Lies on the Blocke.

M3 1. K.