Good God 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.