Alb. What newes?
Alf. This morning, by the breake of day,
His excellence sent to me by a post
Letters, by which the pillars of the state
Should be assembled to a Parliament,
Which he intends, my Lords, to hold in Meath.
Alb. When, if it please your honor?
Alf. Instantly, With all the haste that winged time can make.
Albert. Sooner the better; tis like the realmes affaires Are of some weight.
Alb. I will bee there to night, And so I take my leave.
Reinal. We take our leaves.
[Exit Albert and Reinaldo.
Alf. Farewell, my honor'd friend.—
There is within my braine a thousand wiles
How I may heape up riches; O the sight,
Of a gold shining Mountaine doth exceede:
Silver is good, but in respect of gold
Thus I esteeme it.
[Exit.