S. Cutb. Your vertue doth acquite me of that doubt:
But courteous sir, since troubles calles me hence,
I must to Edenbourg vnto the king,
There to take charge, and waight him in his warres:
Meane while good Madame take this squire in charge,
And vse him so as if it were my selfe.
L. And. Sir Cutbert doubt not of my dilligence:
Meane while, till your returne God send you health.
Doro. God blesse his grace, and if his cause be iust,
Prosper his wartes: if not hee’l mend I trust: 1990
Good sir what mooues the king to fall to armes?
S. Cutb. The king of England forrageth his land,
And hath besieged Dambac with mightie force:
What other newes are common in the Court,
Reade you these letters Madame tell the squire,
The whole affaires of state, for I must hence.
Exit.
Doro. God prosper you, and bring you backe from thence:
Madame what newes?
La. And. They say the Queene is slaine. 2000
Doro. Tut, such reports more false then trueth containe.
L. And. but these reports haue made his Nobles leaue him.
Doro. Ah carelesse men, and would they so deceiue him?