0.016The Millers daughter of Manche
ster.
11Actus primus, Scaena prima. 22Enter William the Conqueror: Marques Lubeck, with a picture: 33Mountney: Manuile: Valingford: and Duke Dirot.
44Marques. WHat meanes faire Britaines mighty Conqueror
55So
suddenly to ca
st away his
sta
ffe?
66And all in pa
ssion to for
sake the tilt.
77D. Dirot. My Lord, this triumph we
solemni
se here,
88Is of meere loue to your increa
sing ioyes:
99Only expe
cting cheerefull lookes for all.
1010What
sudden pangs then moues your maie
sty,
1111To dim the brightne
sse of the day with frownes?
1212W.Conqueror. Ah, good my Lords, mi
scon
ster not the cau
se:
1313At lea
st,
su
spe
ct not my di
splea
sed browes
1414I amorou
sly do beare to your intent:
1515For thanks and all that you can wi
sh I yeeld.
1616But that which makes me blu
sh and
shame to tell,
1717Is cau
se why thus I turne my conquering eyes
1818To cowards lookes and beaten fanta
sies.
1919Mountney. Since we are guiltle
sse, we the le
sse di
smay
2020To
see this
sudden change po
sse
sse your cheere:
2121For if it i
ssue from your owne conceits,
2222Bred by
sugge
stion of
some enuious thoughts:
2323Your highne
sse wi
sdome may
suppre
sse it
straight.
2424Yet tell vs (good my Lord) what thought it is,
2525That thus bereaues you of your late content,
2626That in adui
se we may a
ssist your Grace.
2727Or bend our forces to reuiue your
spirits.
2828W. Con. Ah
Marques Lubeck, in thy power it lyes
2929To rid my bo
some of the
se thraled dumps:
3030And therefore, good my Lords forbeare a while,
3131That we may parley of the
se priuate cares,
Whose
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