Prin. You doe the King my Father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In so vnseeming to confesse receyt Of that which hath so faithfully beene paid
Kin. I doe protest I neuer heard of it, And if you proue it, Ile repay it backe, Or yeeld vp Aquitaine
Prin. We arrest your word: Boyet, you can produce acquittances For such a summe, from speciall Officers, Of Charles his Father
Kin. Satisfie me so
Boyet. So please your Grace, the packet is not come Where that and other specialties are bound, To morrow you shall haue a sight of them
Kin. It shall suffice me; at which enterview, All liberall reason would I yeeld vnto: Meane time, receiue such welcome at my hand, As honour, without breach of Honour may Make tender of, to thy true worthinesse. You may not come faire Princesse in my gates, But heere without you shall be so receiu'd, As you shall deeme your selfe lodg'd in my heart, Though so deni'd farther harbour in my house: Your owne good thoughts excuse me, and farewell, To morrow we shall visit you againe
Prin. Sweet health & faire desires consort your grace
Kin. Thy own wish wish I thee, in euery place. Enter.
Boy. Lady, I will commend you to my owne heart
La.Ro. Pray you doe my commendations, I would be glad to see it
Boy. I would you heard it grone
La.Ro. Is the soule sicke? Boy. Sicke at the heart
La.Ro. Alacke, let it bloud
Boy. Would that doe it good? La.Ro. My Phisicke saies I
Boy. Will you prick't with your eye
La.Ro. No poynt, with my knife
Boy. Now God saue thy life
La.Ro. And yours from long liuing
Ber. I cannot stay thanks-giuing. Enter.
Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: What Lady is that same? Boy. The heire of Alanson, Rosalin her name
Dum. A gallant Lady, Mounsier fare you well
Long. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white? Boy. A woman somtimes, if you saw her in the light
Long. Perchance light in the light: I desire her name
Boy. Shee hath but one for her selfe, To desire that were a shame
Long. Pray you sir, whose daughter? Boy. Her Mothers, I haue heard
Long. Gods blessing a your beard
Boy. Good sir be not offended, Shee is an heyre of Faulconbridge
Long. Nay, my choller is ended: Shee is a most sweet Lady.
Boy. Not vnlike sir, that may be. Enter Beroune.
Ber. What's her name in the cap
Boy. Katherine by good hap
Ber. Is she wedded, or no
Boy. To her will sir, or so, Ber. You are welcome sir, adiew
Boy. Fare well to me sir, and welcome to you. Enter.
La.Ma. That last is Beroune, the mery mad-cap Lord. Not a word with him, but a iest
Boy. And euery iest but a word
Pri. It was well done of you to take him at his word
Boy. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to boord
La.Ma. Two hot Sheepes marie: And wherefore not Ships? Boy. No Sheepe (sweet Lamb) vnlesse we feed on your lips
La. You Sheepe & I pasture: shall that finish the iest? Boy. So you grant pasture for me
La. Not so gentle beast. My lips are no Common, though seuerall they be