192King of Denmarke. Lord Marques Lubecke welcome home,

193Welcome braue Knight vnto the Denmarke King:

194For Williams sake the noble Norman Duke,

195So famous for his fortunes and successe,

196That graceth him with name of Conqueror:

197Right double welcome must thou be to vs.

198Rob. Windsor. And to my Lord the king shall I recount

199Your graces courteous entertainment,

200That for his sake vouchsafe to honor me

201A simple Knight attendant on his grace.

202King Den. But saie Sir Knight, what may I call your name.

203Robert Windsor. Robert Windsor and like your Maiestie.

204King Den. I tell thee Robert, I so admire the man,

205As that I count it haynous guilt in him

206That honors not Duke William with his heart.

207Blanch, bid this straunger welcome, good my gyrle.

208Blanch. Sir, should I neglect your highnes charge herein,

209It might be thought of base discourtesie.

210Welcome Sir Knight to Denmarke hartelie.

211Ro. Winds. Thanks gentle Ladie. Lord Marques, what is shee?

212Lubeck. That same is Blanch daughter to the King,

213The substance of the shadow that you saw.

214Rob. windsor. May this be shee, for whome I crost the Seas?

215I am ashamde to think I was so fond.

216In whom thers nothing that contents my mynd.

217Ill head, worse featurde, vncomly, nothing courtly.

218Swart and ill fauoured, a Colliers sanguin skinne.

219I neuer sawe a harder fauourd slut.

220Loue her? for what: I can no whit abide her.

221King of Denmark. Mariana, I haue this day receiued letters

222From Swethia, that lets me vnderstand,

223your raunsome is collecting there with speede,

224And shortly shalbe hither sent to vs.

225Mariana. Not that I finde occasion of mislike

226My entertainment in your graces court,

227But that I long to see my natiue home.

228king Den. And reason haue you Madam for the same:

229Lord Marques I commit vnto your charge

230The entertainement of Sir Robert here,

231Let him remaine with you within the Court

232In solace and disport, to spend the time.

234Robert Wind. I thank your hightnes, whose bounden I remaine.

236 Vnhappie Blanch, what strange effects are these

237That workes within my thoughts confusedly,

238That still me thinks affection drawes me on

239To take, to like, nay more, to loue this Knight.

240Robert. Wind. A modest countenance, no heauie sullen looke,

241Not verie fayer, but ritchly deckt with fauour:

242A sweete face, an exceding daintie hand,

243A bodie were it framed of wax

244By all the cunning artists of the world

245It could not better be proportioned.

246Lubeck. How now Sir Robert? in a studie man?

247Here is no tyme for contemplation.

248Robert Windsor. My Lord, there is a certaine odd conceite,

249Which on the sudden greatly troubles me.

250Lubeck. How like you Blaunch? I partly do perceiue

251The little boy hath played the wagg with you.

252Sir Robert. The more I looke, the more I loue to looke,

253Who seyes that Mariana is not faire:

254Ile gage my gauntlet gainst the enuious man,

255That dares auowe there liueth her compare.

256Lubeck. Sir Robert, you mistake your counterfeit.

257This is the Ladie which you came to see.

258Sir Robert. yea, my Lord: Shee is counterfait in deede:

259For there is the substance that best contents me.

260Lubek. That is my loue. Sir Robert you do wrong me.

261Robert. The better for you sir, she is your Loue,

262As for the wrong, I see not how it growes.

263Lubeck. In seeking that which is anothers right.

264Robert. As who should saie your loue were priuileged

265That none might looke vpon her but your selfe.

266Lubeck. These iarres becomes not our familiaritie,

267Nor will I stand on termes to moue your patience.

268Robert. Why my Lord, am not I of flesh and bloud as well as you?

269Then giue me leaue to loue as well as you.

270Lubeck. To Loue Sir Robert? but whome? not she I Loue?

271Nor stands it with the honor of my state,

272To brooke corriuals with me in my loue.

273Robert. So Sir, we are thorough for that L.

274Ladies farewell. Lord Marques, will you go?

275I will finde a time to speake with her I trowe?