Elnor. Why droopes my Lord like ouer ripened corne,
[♦] Hanging the head at Cearies plentious loade,
What seest thou Duke Humphrey King Henries Crowne?
Reach at it, and if thine arme be too short,
[5] Mine shall lengthen it. Art not thou a Prince,
Vnckle to the King, and his Protector?
[♦] Then what shouldst thou lacke that might content thy minde.
Humph. My louely Nell, far be it from my heart,
To thinke of Treasons gainst my soueraigne Lord,
10 But I was troubled with a dreame to night,