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MILLER.

In sooth, daughter, now it is foorth I must needs confirm

it: Maister Manville hath forsaken thee, and at Chester

must be married to a mans daughter of no little wealth.

His own father procures it, and therefore I dare credit

it; and do thou believe it, for trust me, daughter, it is so.

EM.

Then, good father, pardon the injury that I have done to

you, only causing your grief, by over-fond affecting a man

so trothless. And you likewise, sir, I pray hold me

excused, a I hope this cause will allow sufficiently for

me: My love to Manville, thinking he would requite it,

hath made me double with my father and you, and many more

besides, which I will no longer hide from you. That

inticing speeches should not beguile me, I have made my

self deaf to any but to him; and lest any mans person

should please me more than his, I have dissembled the want

of sight: Both which shadows of my irrevocable affections

I have not spared to confirm before him, my father, and all

other amorous soliciters—wherewith not made acquainted, I

perceive my true intent hath wrought mine own sorrow, and

seeking by love to be regarded, am cut of with contempt, and dispised.

MILLER.

Tell me, sweet Em, hast thou but fained all this while for

his love, that hath so descourteously forsaken thee?

EM.

Credit me, father, I have told you the troth; wherewith I

desire you and Lord Valingford not to be displeased. For

ought else I shall say, let my present grief hold me excused.

But, may I live to see that ungrateful man justly rewarded

for his treachery, poor Em would think her self not a little

happy. Favour my departing at this instant; for my troubled

thought desires to meditate alone in silence.

[Exit Em.]

VALINGFORD.

Will not Em shew one cheerful look on Valingford?

MILLER.

Alas, sir, blame her not; you see she hath good cause, being

so handled by this gentleman: And so I'll leave you, and go

comfort my poor wench as well as I may.

[Exit the Miller.]

VALINGFORD.

Farewell, good father.

[Exit Valingford.]

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Open country in England.

[Enter Zweno, king of Denmark, with Rosilio and other

attendants.]

ZWENO.

Rosilio, is this the place whereas the Duke William should meet me?

ROSILIO.

It is, and like your grace.

ZWENO.

Go, captain! Away, regard the charge I gave:

See all our men be martialed for the fight.

Dispose the Wards as lately was devised;

And let the prisoners under several guards

Be kept apart, until you hear from us.

Let this suffise, you know my resolution.

If William, Duke of Saxons, be the man,

That by his answer sent us, he would seem,

Not words, but wounds: not parlays, but alarms,

Must be decider of this controversy.

Rosilio, stay with me; the rest begone.

[Exeunt.]

[Enter William, and Demarch with other attendants.]

WILLIAM.

All but Demarch go shroud you out of sight;

For I will go parlay with the Prince my self.

DEMARCH.

Should Zweno by this parlay call you foorth,

Upon intent injuriously to deal,

This offereth too much opportunity.

WILLIAM.

No, no, Demarch,

That were a breach against the law of Arms:

Therefore begone, and leave us here alone.

[Exeunt.]

I see that Zweno is maister of his word.

Zweno, William of Saxony greeteth thee,

Either well or ill, according to thy intent.

If well thou wish to him and Saxony,

He bids thee friendly welcome as he can.

If ill thou wish to him and Saxony,

He must withstand thy malice as he may.

ZWENO.

William,

For other name and title give I none

To him, who, were he worthy of those honours

That Fortune and his predecessors left,

I ought, by right and humaine courtesy,

To grace his style with Duke of Saxony;

But, for I find a base, degenerate mind,

I frame my speech according to the man,

And not the state that he unworthy holds.

WILLIAM.

Herein, Zweno, dost thou abase thy state,

To break the peace which by our ancestors

Hath heretofore been honourably kept.

ZWENO.

And should that peace for ever have been kept,

Had not thy self been author