Yet I am pesuaded That she, poor soul, suspected not her going: For as I hear, she likewise loved the man, Which he, to blame, did not at all regard.
[Enter Rocillio and Mariana.]
ROCILLIO. My Lord, here is the Princess Mariana; It is your daughter is conveyed away.
ZWENO. What, my daughter gone? Now, Marques, your villainy breaks forth. This match is of your making, gentle sir, And you shall dearly know the price thereof.
LUBECK. Knew I thereof, or that there was intent In Robert thus to steal your highness daughter, Let leavens in Justice presently confound me.
ZWENO. Not all the protestations thou canst use Shall save thy life. Away with him to prison! And, minion, otherwise it cannot be But you are an agent in this treachery. I will revenge it throughly on you both. Away with her to prison! Heres stuff in deed! My daughter stolen away!-- It booteth not thus to disturb my self, But presently to send to English William, To send me that proud knight of Windsor hither, Here in my Court to suffer for his shame, Or at my pleasure to be punished there, Withall that Blanch be sent me home again, Or I shall fetch her unto Windsors cost, Yea, and Williams too, if he deny her me.
[Exit Zweno and the rest.]
SCENE VI.
England. Camp of the Earl Demarch.
[Enter William, taken with soldiers.]
WILLIAM. Could any cross, could any plague be worse? Could heaven or hell, did both conspire in one To afflict my soul, invent a greater scourge Then presently I am tormented with? Ah, Mariana, cause of my lament, Joy of my heart, and comfort of my life! For tho I breath my sorrows in the air And tire my self, or silently I sigh, My sorrows afficts my soul with equal passion.
SOLDIER. Go to, sirha, put up, it is to small purpose.
WILLIAM. Hency, villains, hence! dare you lay your hands Upon your Soveraigne?
SOLDIER. Well, sir, we will deal for that. But here comes one will remedy all this.
[Enter Demarch.]
My Lord, watching this night in the camp, We took this man, and know not what he is: And in his company was a gallant dame, A woman fair in outward shew she seemed, But that her face was masked, we could not see The grace and favour of her countenance.
DEMARCH. Tell me, good fellow, of whence and what thou art.
SOLDIER. Why do you not answer my Lord? He takes scorn to answer.
DEMARCH. And takest thou scorn to answer my demand? Thy proud behaviour very well deserves This misdemeanour at the worst be construed. Why doest thou neither know, nor hast thou heard, That in the absence of the Saxon Duke Demarch is his especial Substitute To punish those that shall offend the laws?
WILLIAM. In knowing this, I know thou art a traitor; A rebel, and mutinous conspirator. Why, Demarch, knowest thou who I am?
DEMARCH. Pardon, my dread Lord, the error of my sense, And misdemeaner to your princely excellencie.
WILLIAM. Why, Demarch, What is the cause my subjects are in arms?
DEMARCH. Free are my thoughts, my dread and gratious Lord, From treason to your state and common weal; Only revengement of a private grudge By Lord Dirot lately profered me, That stands not with the honor of my name, Is cause I have assembled for my guard Some men in arms that may withstand his force, Whose settled malice aimeth at my life.
WILLIAM. Where is Lord Dirot?
DEMARCH. In arms, my gratious Lord, Not past two miles from hence, as credibly I am assertained.
WILLIAM. Well; come, let us go. I fear I shall find traitors of you both.
[Exit.]
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
Chester. Before the Citizen's House.
[Enter the Citizen of Chester, and his daughter Elner, and Manville.]
CITIZEN. In deed, sir, it would do very well if you could intreat your father to come hither: but if you think it be too far, I care not much to take horse and ride to Manchester. I am sure my daughter is content with either. How sayest thou, Elner, art thou not?
ELNER. As you shall think best I must be contented.
MANVILLE. Well, Elner, farewell.