Rud. O Lorde Sir, alwayes after my harty Commendations.
Foul. Nay then you conquer me with precedent, by the autenticall forme of all Iustice letters. [Alloun. Exeunt.
Ia. Here's a most sweet Gudgeon swallowed, is there not?
Will. I but how will they disgest it, thinkest thou when they shall finde our Ladies not there?
Ia. I have a vaunt-currying[11] devise shall make them digest it most healthfully.
[Exeunt.
SCENA QUARTA.
Enter Clarence, Musicians.
Cla. Worke on, sweet love; I am not yet resolved
T'exhaust this troubled spring of vanities
And Nurse of perturbations, my poore life,
And therefore since in every man that holds
This being deare, there must be some desire,
Whose power t'enjoy his object may so maske
The judging part, that in her radyant eyes
His estimation of the World may seeme
Vpright, and worthy, I have chosen love
To blind my Reason with his misty hands
And make my estimative power beleive
I have a project worthy to imploy
What worth so ever my whole man affordes:
Then sit at rest, my soule, thou now hast found
The end of thy infusion; in the eyes
Of thy divine Eugenia looke for Heaven.
Thanks gentle friends. [A song to the Violls.
Is your good Lord, and mine, gon up to bedd yet?
Enter Momford.