Enter Mercury and Maria.
Mer. If your sorrow will give you so far leave, pray think your self most welcome to this place, for so upon my life you are, and for your own fair sake, take truce awhile with these immoderate mournings.
Wife. I thank you Sir, I shall doe what I may;
Pray lead me to a chamber.
Enter Mother and Alexander.
Mer. Presently,
Before your blessing Mother, I intreat ye
To know this Gentlewoman, and bid her welcome,
The virtuous wife of him that was my self
In all my travels.
Moth. Indeed she is most welcome, so are you son [kneel.
Now all my blessing on thee; thou hast made me
Younger by 20 years, than I was yesterday,
Will you walk in? what ails this Gentlewoman?
Alas, I fear she is not well, good [Gen[t]lewoman].
Mer. You fear right.
Moth. She has fasted over long,
You shall have supper presently o'th' board.
Mer. She will not eat; I can assure you Mother,
For Gods sake let your Maid conduct her up
Into some fair becoming Chamber
Fit for a woman of her Being, and
As soon as may be,
I know she's very ill, and wou'd have rest.
Moth. There is one ready for her, the blew chamber.
Mer. 'Tis well, I'll lead you to your chamber door
And there I'll leave you to your quiet, Mistriss.
Wife. I thank you, Sir, good rest to every one,
You'll see me once again to night, I hope. [Exit.
Mer. When you shall please, I'll wait upon you, Lady.
Moth. Where are these maids, attend upon the Gentlewoman, and see she want no good thing in the house? goodnight with all my heart forsooth, good Lord how you are grown, is he not Alexander?
Alex. Yes truly, he's shot up finely, God be thanked.
Mer. An ill weed, Mother, will do so.
Alex. You say true, Sir, an ill weed grows apace.