Nano. No, take it single on your dagger so,
Ile teach you Madame how to ward a blow.
Do. How litle shapes much substance may include?
Sir Bartram, Rosse, yee Ladies and my friends,
Since presence yeelds me death, and absence life,
Hence will I flie disguised like a squire, 1520
As one that seekes to liue in Itish warres,
You gentle Rosse, shal furnish my depart.
Ross. Yea Prince, & die with you with all my hart,
Vouchsafe me then in all extreamest states,
To waight on you and serue you with my best.
Dor. To me pertaines the woe, liue then in rest:
Friends fare you well, keepe secret my depart,
Nano alone shall my attendant bee.
Nan. Then Madame are you mand, I warrant ye,
Giue me a sword, and if there grow debate, 1530
Ile come behinde, and breake your enemies pate.
Ross. How sore wee greeue to part so soone away.
Dor. Greeue not for those that perish if they stay.
Nano. The time in words mispent, is litle woorth,
Madam walke on, and let them bring vs foorth.
Exeunt.