K. of S. What is Ateukin dead, tell me the worst?
Andr. No but your Ida, shall I tell him all?
Is married late (ah shall I say to whom?)
My maister sad: (for why he shames the Court)
Is fled away? ah most vnhappie flight. 2360
Onelie my selfe, ah who can loue you more?
To shew my dutie (dutie past beliefe)
Am come vnto your grace (oh gratious liege)
To let you know, oh would it weare not thus,
That loue is vain, and maids soone lost and wonne.
K. of S. How haue the partial heauens thẽ dealt with me,
Boading my weale, for to abase my power?
Alas what thronging thoughts do me oppresse?
Iniurious loue is partiall in my right,
And flattering tongues by whom I wasmisled, 2370
Haue laid a snare to spoyle my state and me.
Methinkes I heare my Dorotheas goast,
Howling reuenge for my accursed hate,
The gifts of those my subiects that are slaine,
Pursue me crying out, woe, woe, to lust,
The foe pursues me at my pallace doore:
He breakes my rest and spoyles me in my Camp,
Ah flattering broode of Sicophants my foes,
First shall my dire reuenge begin on you,
I will reward thee Andrew. 2380
Slip. Nay sir if you be in your deeds of charitie, remember me
I rubd M. Ateukins horse heeles, when he rid to the medowes.
K. of S. And thou shalt haue thy recompence for that.
Lords beare them to the prison, chaine them fast,
Vntil we take some order for their deathes.
And. If so your grace in such sort giue rewards,
Let me haue nought, I am content to want.
Slip. Then I pray sir giue me all, I am as ready for a reward as
an oyster for a fresh tide, spare not me sir.
K. of S. Then hang them both as traitors to the King. 2390
Slip. The case is altered, sir, ile none of your gifts, what I take
a reward at your hands? Maister, faith sir no: I am a man of a
better conscience.
K. of S. Why dallie you? go draw them hence away.