—What means this haste? [Opens, and reads ’em.
Crom. Hah, bless my Eye-sight, she looks pale,—now red again; some turn to his Confusion, Heav’n, I beseech thee.
L. Lam. My Lord’s undone! his Army has deserted him;
Left him defenceless to the Enemies Pow’r.
Ah, Coward Traytors! [Where’s that brutal Courage],
That made you so successful in your Villanies?
Has Hell, that taught you Valour, now abandon’d ye?
—How in an instant are my Glories fall’n!
Crom. Ha, ha, ha—What, has your Highness any Cause of Grief?
Gill. Call up your Courage, Madam, do not let these things scoff you—you may be yet a Queen: Remember what [Lilly] told you, Madam.