Good my Lord, ioyne with me; we’le to the King,
And see if wee can alter this decree.
Oh ’tis a royall Princesse, faire, and chaste!
Sfor. But her disdaine, my Lord, hath bin the cause
Of many hopefull Youths vntimely end;
’Tis that has harden’d both the Commons hearts,
And many a noble Peeres,
Iag. Why, what of that?
It is not fit affection should be forc’d:
Let’s kneele vnto his Grace for her release.