Act. 5. Scaena. 1. (Book 5)
Enten 2. Embassadours with letters, Caladine, Vasco, Altesto, Frivolo.
Cal.
Your Letters merit to have power on my
Respect and diligence; I shall afford
You both; but when I bring you to the Duke
'Tis to be fear'd you'l find the privilege
Of all my favor there is lost.
1 Emb.
Accesse and audience Sir is all our hopes
Presume to get, the times befriend us not.
2 Emb.
We had swift notice of these La∣dies danger;
And Sir, how ere it prove, your wishes must
Oblige us to a lasting gratitude.
Altest.
What are these strangers Vasco, that envy
Our sleep, and wake us before day?
Vas.
Embassadors from Millaine, whose hopes want
Some cordiall water, for they'r very sick.
Cal.
Vasco, it is the Dukes command that you
Assemble straight some strength from the cast Regiments
To guard the Pallace yard.
Vas.
What need it Sir? to my knowledge the two Ladits have no
Other weapons than Bodkins, and their nailes
Closse par'd; besides, a thread of Eglantine,
Or a small wood bine stalke, will setter them
As fast as Cables of a Galley-grosse.
Cal.
I but deliver what I had in charge.
My Lords Embassadors this is your way.
1 Emb.
These preparations are severe; I doubt
His mind will not be easily reclaim'd.
2 Emb.
You see the gen'rous people like it not.
Exeunt. Emb. and Cal.
Vas.
Altesto, go and muster up from all
The Lanes and Alleys in the Town a troop
Of fine fleet rogues, such as will turne their backs
To a bullet and outrun it, yet love
Commotion too, I would have such Altesto,
Fri.
Let me furnish you; hell shall not yeeld a Regiment
Of Fiends that will be more invisible
At the approach of Justice or Religion.
Altest.
O for a tiny short truss'd Bakes that
I knew; A Carman too, that dy'd some three
Months since with eating meazled porke; they would
Have march'd to such a war with cowlestaffe and
Batoone like Hercules.
Enter Tristan (leading the Widow) and Lelia.
Vas.
How now? whither move you so fast, like a
Fleet snaile over a cabidge leaf, so early too?
She sleeps lesse than carriers, traytors, or Madmen.
Tri.
She requests me to be the staffe of her age.
Vas.
But whither I pray?
Wid.
Why sir, to see the shew.
Vas.
The shew! the motion of Queene Guinivers death
Acted by puppets would please you as well;
The Jade too is as full of remorse as
A Beare that wants his supper.
Wid.
I would have a safe place, where I may stand
And weep without having my handker∣chiefe
Stolne away.
Lel.
It is of pure Cambrick forsooth,
And made of her Grandmothers wedding Apron.
Wid.
Yes truly, and wrought when I was a maid.
Altest.
That's an antiquity beyond all record.
Vas.
Sirra Tristan, be you sure you avoid
No throng; a croud well shuffled, and close pack'd,
May do now a speciall courtesie;
Let her be squeez'd, for she's as rotten as