Unhappy I, that ne'er shall see the day
To see thee more, that bear'st my heart away.
Ralph. Lady, farewell; I must needs take my leave.
Lady. Hard-hearted Ralph, that ladies dost deceive.
Cit. Hark thee, Ralph, there's money for thee; give something in the King of Cracovia's house; be not beholding to him.
Ralph. Lady, before I go, I must remember
Your father's officers, who, truth to tell,
Have been about me very diligent:
Hold up thy snowy hand, thou princely maid.
There's twelve pence for your father's chamberlain,