Leir. Come, trueft friend, that euer man poffeft, It comes of God, and not of my defert. Enter the Gallian ambaffador folus. Am. There is of late newes come vnto the court, Ile hye me thither prefently, to impart In all my life time, then I haue bin hither, Who would not caft one gracious looke on me, Though (by report) fheele hau't in all things elfe. Within thefe few dayes I hope to be there, Exeunt. Enter the king and queene of Gallia, and Mumford, King. By this, our father vnderftands our mind, For fhe to me hath alwayes bin vnkind. Exit. King. Feare not, my loue, fince that we know the worst, The last meanes helpes, if that we miffe the furft: If hee'le not come to Gallia vnto vs, Then we will fayle to Brittayne vnto him. Mum. Well, if I once fee Brittayne agayne, I haue fworne, Ile ne're come home without my wench, Ile rather neuer come home while I liue. Cor. Are you fure, Mumford, fhe is a mayd still? one : Ile take her at all aduentures, if I can get her. Cord. I, thats well put in. Mum. Well put in nay, it was ill put in; for had it Bin as well put in, as ere I put in, in my dayes, I would haue made her follow me to Fraunce. Cor. Nay, you'd haue bin so kind, as take her with you, Or elfe, were I as she, I would haue bin fo louing, as Ide ftay behind you: And able to make a wench do more then she would do. Mum. Well, I haue a payre of flops for the nonce, Will hold all your mocks. King. Nay, we see you haue a hansome hose. Cor. I, and of the neweft fashion. Mum, More bobs, more: put them in still, They'l ferue instead of bumbaft, yet put not in too many, lest the feames crack, and they fly out amongst you againe: you muft not think to outface me fo eafly in my miftris quarrel, who if I fee once agayne, ten teame of horses shall not draw me away, till I haue full and whole poffeffion. king. I, but one teame and a cart will ferue the turne. Cor. Not only for him, but alfo for his wench. Mum. Well, you are two to one, Ile giue you ouer: And fince I fee you so pleasantly difpofed, Which indeed is but feldome feene, Ile clayme A promife A promife of you, which you shall not deny me : Or Ile fue you vpon an action of vnkindnesse. King. Prithy, lord Mumford, what promise did I make thee? Mum. Fayth, nothing but this, That the next fayre weather, which is very now, King. Fayth, in this motion I will ioyne with thee, Prithy, my loue, let this match go forward, My mind foretels, 'twill be a lucky voyage. Cor. Entreaty needs not, where you may cōmaund, So am I most vnwilling to be feene. King. Weele go disguised, all vnknowne to any. King. Fayth thus: my queene and I will be difguifde, You shall go first, and we will wayt on you. Mum. 'Twere more then time; this deuice is excellent : Come let vs about it. Enter Cambria and Ragan, with nobles. Cam. What ftrange mifchance or vnexpected hap 003 Exeunt. Cap Can no man tell vs what's become of him, What hath remou'd my father thus from hence? Of wicked fpirits, or infernall fiends, I loath my life, and with my death the rather. Cam. The heauens are iuft, and hate impiety, Nor Nor can I moderate my toung fo much, Enter the Gallian ambassador. Am. All happineffe vnto the Cambrian king. Cam. Welcom, my friend, from whence is thy ambaffage ? With letters to your honourable father, I was directed hither to repayre. Rag. Frenchman, what is thy meffage to my father? Ra. In his abfence you may truft vs with your letters. Ra. There is good packing twixt your king and you: You need not hither come to aske for him, You know where he is better then our felues. Ra. Hath the young murdreffe, your outragious queene, |