I am a woodland fellow sir, that alwaies loued
a great fire, and the master I speak of euer keeps a good
fire, but sure he is the Prince of the world, let his No
bilitie remaine in's Court. I am for the house with the
narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pompe to
enter: some that humble themselues may, but the ma
nie will be too chill and tender, and theyle bee for the
flowrie way that leads to the broad gate, and the great
Go thy waies, I begin to bee a wearie of thee,
and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out
with thee. Go thy wayes, let my horses be wel look'd
too, without any trickes.
If I put any trickes vpon em sir, they shall bee
Iades trickes, which are their owne right by the law of
A shrewd knaue and an vnhappie.
So a is. My Lord that's gone made himselfe
much sport out of him, by his authoritie hee remaines
heere, which he thinkes is a pattent for his sawcinesse,
and indeede he has no pace, but runnes where he will.
I like him well, 'tis not amisse: and I was about
to tell you, since I heard of the good Ladies death, and
that my Lord your sonne was vpon his returne home. I
moued the King my master to speake in the behalfe of
my daughter, which in the minoritie of them both, his
Maiestie out of a selfe gracious remembrance did first
propose, his Highnesse hath promis'd me to doe it, and
to stoppe vp the displeasure he hath conceiued against
your sonne, there is no fitter matter. How do's your
Ladyship like it?
With verie much content my Lord, and I wish
it happily effected.
His Highnesse comes post from
Marcellus, of as
able bodie as when he number'd thirty, a will be heere
to morrow, or I am deceiu'd by him that in such intel
ligence hath seldome fail'd.
It reioyces me, that I hope I shall see him ere I
die. I haue letters that my sonne will be heere to night:
I shall beseech your Lordship to remaine with mee, till
they meete together.
Madam, I was thinking with what manners I
might safely be admitted.
You neede but pleade your honourable priui
Ladie, of that I haue made a bold charter, but
I thanke my God, it holds yet.
O Madam, yonders my Lord your sonne with
a patch of veluet on's face, whether there bee a scar vn
der't or no, the Veluet knowes, but 'tis a goodly patch
of Veluet, his left cheeke is a cheeke of two pile and a
halfe, but his right cheeke is worne bare.
But it is your carbinado'd face.
Let vs go see
your sonne I pray you, I long to talke
With the yong noble souldier.
'Faith there's a dozen of em, with delicate
fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the
head, and nod at euerie man.