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_Lig_.
Good G.o.d 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 pa.s.sions 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 Lords.h.i.+p 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 Lords.h.i.+p 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 Lords.h.i.+p holds your mirth still, G.o.d continue it: but for these Gentlemen they come.
_Bac_.
To sweare you are a Coward, spare your Booke, I doe beleeve it.
_Bes_.
Your Lords.h.i.+p still drawes wide, they come to vouch under their valiant hands, I am no Coward.
_Bac_.
