Orl. Tut, in thosse
Fortune did never medle: honor there
Served in her person, not by substytute.
Instead of which pore blessinge not a day
Hathe hapned synce without some mysserye.
Wheres now my hope of byrthrighte, where all Fraunce?
Drownd in the cradle of a chamber groome.
And now, just now, resolveinge to aflycte
That myserable lorde, he doth dispyse
Me & hys shame, because in me it lyes.
By heaven I will release hym!
Rei. Nothinge so: Pray leave thys angrye moode and followe me; Ile add a torment to hys mysserye.
[Exe.
[SCENE 2.]
Enter Eudon, Eldegrade, Bertha & Gabrielle.
Eud. Ile sooner shrynke back when my lifes assaulted
Then when my promyse shalbe claymd (good madam).
I promysd to your lorde that Bertha here,
My daughter, should be marryed to hys sonne,
And Ile perform't; for onlye to that ende
I've brought her nowe.
Eld. And, Sir, tis noblye doone;
I knowe the matche is more desyred by hym
Then the kyngs favors, which at thys tyme he
Is laboringe to recover, but's retourne
I knowe wilbe most sodayne.
Eud. Weele attend it.
Gab. Hey hoe.
Ber. Why syghes thou, frende?