Prota. How now Keepers,
Saw you the King?
1. Yes Sir, he's newly mounted,
And as we take 't ridden home.
Pro. Farew[e]ll then. [Exit Keepers.
Enter Martell.
My honour'd Lord, Fortune has made me happy
To meet with such a man of men to side me.
Protald. How Sir? I know ye not
Nor what your fortune means.
Mart. Few words shall serve, I am betrai'd Sir:
Innocent and honest; malice and violence,
Are both against me, basely and foully layd for;
For my life Sir, danger is now about me,
Now in my throat Sir.
Protald. Where Sir?
Mart. Nay I fear not,
And let it now powr down in storms upon me,
I have met with a noble guard.
Prot. Your meaning Sir,
For I have present business.