_Lig_.

Good God preserve you, you are an excellent King.

_Spa_.

Farewell good Father.

_Lig_.

Farewell sweete vertuous Daughter; I never was so joyfull in my life, That I remember: shall shee be a Queene?

Now I perceive a man may weepe for joy, I had thought they had lied that said so.

_Exit_.

_Tig_.

Come my deare love.

_Spa_.

But you may see another May alter that againe.

_Tigr_.

Urge it no more; I have made up a new strong constancie, Not to be shooke with eyes; I know I have The passions of a man, but if I meete With any subject that shall hold my eyes More firmely then is fit; Ile thinke of thee, and runne away from it: let that suffice.

_Exeunt_.

_Enter Bacurius, and a servant_.

_Bac_.

Three gentlemen without to speake with me?

_Ser_.

Yes Sir.

_Bac_.

Let them come in.

_Ser_.

They are enterd Sir already.

_Enter Bessus, and Swordmen_.

_Bac_.

Now fellowes, your busines, are these the Gentlemen.

_Bess_.

My Lord I have made bold to bring these Gentlemen my Friends ath'

sword along with me.

_Bac_.

I am afraid youle fight then.

_Bes_.

My good Lord I will not, your Lordship is mistaken, Feare not Lord.

_Bac_.

Sir I am sorrie fort.

_Bes_.

I can aske no more in honor, Gentlemen you heare my Lord is sorrie.

_Bac_.

Not that I have beaten you, but beaten one that will be beaten: one whose dull bodie will require launcing: As surfeits doe the diet, spring and full. Now to your swordmen, what come they for good Captaine Stock-fish?

_Bes_.

It seemes your Lordship has forgot my name.

_Bac_.

No, nor your nature neither, though they are things fitter I confesse for anything, then my remembrance, or anie honestmans, what shall these billets doe, be pilde up in my Wood-yard?

_Bes_.

Your Lordship holds your mirth still, God continue it: but for these Gentlemen they come.

_Bac_.

To sweare you are a Coward, spare your Booke, I doe beleeve it.

_Bes_.

Your Lordship still drawes wide, they come to vouch under their valiant hands, I am no Coward.

_Bac_.