Na. What blush you Madam than,
To be your selfe, who are a fayned man?
Let me alone.
La. And. Deceitfull beautie hast thou scornd me so?
Nano. Nay muse not maiden, for she tels you true. 2290
La. An. Beautie bred loue, and loue hath bred my shame.
N. And womens faces work more wrongs then these:
Take comfort Madam to cure our disease.
And yet he loues a man as well as you,
Onely this difference, she cannot fancie too.
La. An. Blush, greeue, and die, in thine insaciat lust.
Do. Nay liue and ioy that thou hast won a friend,
That loues thee as his life, by god desert.
La. And. I ioy my Lord more then my tongue can tell:
Alhough not as I desir’d, I loue you well: 2300
But modestie, that neuer blusht before,
Discouer my false heart. I say no more.
Let me alone.
Doro. Good Nano stay a while.
Were I not sad, how kindlie could I smile,
To see how faine I am to leaue this weede:
And yet I faint to shewe my selfe indeede.
But danger hates delay, I will be bold,
Faire Ladie I am not, suppose
A man, but euen that Qeene, more haplesse I, 2310
Whom Scottish King appointed hath to die:
I am the haplesse Princesse, for whose right,
These kings in bloudie warres reuenge dispight.
I am that Dorothea whom they seeke,
Yours bounden for your kindnesse and releefe:
And since you are the meanes that saue my life,
Your selfe and I will to the Camp repaire,
Whereas your husband shal enioy reward,
And bring me to his highnesse once againe.
An. Pardon most gratious Princesse, if you please, 2320
My rude discourse and homelie entertaine,
And if my words may sauour any worth,
Vouchsafe my counsaile in this waightie cause:
Since that our liege hath so vnkindly dealt:
Giue him no trust, returne vnto your syre,
There may you safelie liue in spight of him.