Mar. God save you, madam!
[704] Prin. Welcome, Marcade;
[705] But that thou interrupt’st our merriment.
[706] Mar. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father—
Prin. Dead, for my life!
Mar. Even so; my tale is told.
710 Biron. Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud.
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have [712] seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. [Exeunt Worthies.
King. How fares your majesty?