536And is this morning
sent for to aun
swer the matter:
537And I think here he comes. What Sir
Robert of
Wind
sor how now?
[...] enters Sir
538Sir Robert. Yfaith my Lord a pri
soner: but what ayles your arme?
[...]rt of
539Lubeck. Hurte the la
st night by mi
schaunce.
[...]sor with
540Sir Robert. What, not in the maske at the Court gate?
[...]lor.
541Lubeck. Yes tru
st me there.
542Sir Rob. Why then my Lorde I thank you for my nights lodging.
543Lubeck. And I you for my hurt, if it were
so
? 544Keeper awaie, I di
scharge you of your pri
soner.
Exit the Keeper. 545Sir Robert. Lord M
arques, you o
fferd me di
sgrace to
shoulder me.
546Lubeck. Sir I knew you not, and therefore you mu
st pardon me
547And the rather it might be alleaged to me of
548Meare
simpli
sitie, to
see another daunce with my Mai
stris
549di
sguy
sed, and I my
selfe in pre
sence: but
seeing it
550Was our happs to damni
fie each other vnwillingly,
551Let vs be content with our harmes,
552And laye the fault where it was and
so become friendes.
553Sir Robert. Yfaith I am content with my nights lodging
554If you be content with your hurt.
555Lubeck. Not content that I haue it, but content
556To forget how I came by it.
557Sir Robert. My Lord, here comes Ladie
Blaunch, lets away.
559Lubeck. With good will, Ladie you will
staie
? 560Exit Lubeck and Sir Robert. 562Blaunch. Mariana, as I am grieued with thy pre
sence:
563So am I not o
ffended for thy ab
sence,
564And were it not a breach to mode
stie,
565Thou
shoulde
st know before I left thee.
566Mariana. How neare is this humor to madne
sse
567If you hould on as you begyn, you
568are in a pretie waie to
scoulding.
569Blaunch. To
scoulding hu
swife?
570Mariana. Maddam here comes one.
571Here enters one with a letter. Blaunch.