In golden vapours, and with awfull wings.
Tam. It rests as all Kings seales were set in thee.
Now let us call my father, whom I sweare[45]
I could extreamly chide, but that I feare
To make him so suspicious of my love,
Of which (sweet servant) doe not let him know
For all the world.
Buss. Alas! he will not think it.
Tam. Come then—ho! Father, ope and take your friend.50
Ascendit Frier.