MEDINA
Be that care mine.
Dangers, like stars, in dark attempts best shine.
Exeunt.
ACT FOUR SCENE TWO
Enter Cornego, Balthazar.
CORNEGO The Lady Onaelia dresseth the stead of her commendations in the most courtly attire that words can be clothed with, from herself to you, by me.
BALTHAZAR
So Sir, and what disease troubles her now?
CORNEGO The King's evil. And here she hath sent something to you, wrapped up in a white sheet, you need not fear to open it, 'tis no course.
BALTHAZAR What's here? A letter minced into five morsels? What was she doing when thou camest from her?
CORNEGO
At her prick-song.
BALTHAZAR So me thinks, for here's nothing but sol-re-me-fa-mi. What crotchet fills her head now, canst tell?