12531253Valingf Will not
Em shew one cheerefull looke on
Valingford? 12541254Miller Alas
sir, blame her not, you
see
shee hath good cau
se,
12551255Being
so handled by this gentleman:
12561256And
so Ile leaue you, and go comfort my poore wench
12571257As well as I may.
Exit the Miller. 12581258Ualingford. Farewell good father.
Exit Valingford.
12591259Enter Zweno King of Denmarke with Rosilio,
12611261Zweno. Rosilio, Is this the place whereas the Duke
William 12631263Rosilio. It is, and like your grace.
12641264Zweno. Goe captaine away, regard the charge I gaue:
12651265See all our men be martialed for the
fight.
12661266Di
spo
se the wards as lately was deui
sed,
12671267And let the pri
soners vnder
seuerall gards
12681268Be kept apart vntill you heare from vs.
12691269Let this
su
ffice, you know my re
solution,
12701270If
William Duke of Saxon be the man,
12711271That by his an
swer
sent vs, he would
send
12721272Not words but wounds: not parleis but alarms,
12731273Mu
st be decider of this controuer
sie.
12741274Rosilio,
stay with mee, the re
st begone.
Exeunt.
12751275Enter William, and Demarch with other attendants 12761276William. All but
Demarch go
shroud you out of
sight,
12771277For I will goe parley with the Prince my
selfe.
12781278Demarch. Should
Zweno by this parley call you forth,
12791279Vpon intent iniuriou
sly to deale:
12801280This o
ffereth too much oportunitie.
12811281William. No, no,
Demarch, that were a breach
12821282Again
st the Law of Armes: therefore begone,
12841284I
see that
Zweno is ma
ster of his word.
12851285Zweno,
William of Saxonie greeteth thee
Either