Dick. Peggy!
Enter Peggy.
King. Do you know this Woman, my Lord?
Lure. I know her, please your Majesty, by Sight, she is a Tenant's Daughter.
Peg. [Aside.] Majesty! What, is this the King?
Dick. Yes.
King. Have you no particular Acquaintance with her?
Lure. Hum——I have not seen her these several Months.
Dick. True, my Lord; and that is part of your Accusation; for, I believe, I have some Letters which will prove your Lordship once had a more particular Acquaintance with her. Here is one of the first his Lordship wrote to her, full of the tenderest and most solemn Protestations of Love and Constancy; here is another which will inform your Majesty of the Pains he took to ruin her; there is an absolute Promise of Marriage before he could accomplish it.
King. What say you, my Lord, are these your Hand?