211211Ro. Winds. Thanks gentle Ladie. Lord
Marques, what is
she?
212212Lubeck. That
same is
Blanch daughter to the King,
213213The
sub
stance of the
shadow that you
saw.
214214Rob. Windsor. May this be
shee, for whom I cro
st the Seas?
215215I am a
sham'd to think I was
so fond,
216216In whom there's nothing that contents my minde,
217217Ill head, wor
se featurde, vncomly, nothing courtly,
218218Swart and ill fauoured, a Colliers
sanguine
skin.
219219I neuer
saw a harder fauour'd Slut.
220220Loue her? for what? I can no whit abide her.
221221King of Denmarke. Mariana, I haue this day receiued letters
222222From
Swethia, that lets me vnder
stand,
223223Your ran
some is colle
cting there with
speed,
224224And
shortly
shall be hither
sent to vs.
225225Mariana. Not that I
finde occa
sion of mi
slike
226226My entertainment in your graces court,
227227But that I long to
see my natiue home.
228228King Den. And rea
son haue you Madam for the
same:
229229Lord
Marques I commit vnto your charge
230230The entertainement of Sir
Robert here,
231231Let him remaine with you within the Court
232232In
solace and di
sport, to
spend the time.
234234Robert Wind. I thank your hightnes, who
se bounden I remaine.
235235Blanch speaketh this secretly at one end of the stage. 236236 Vnhappie
Blanch, what
strange e
ffe
cts are the
se
237237That workes within my thoughts confu
sedly?
238238That
still me thinkes a
ffe
ction drawes me on
239239To take, to like, nay more to loue this knight.
240240Robert. Wind. A mode
st countenance, no heauie
sullen looke,
241241Not verie faire, but richly deckt with fauour:
242242A
sweet face, an exceding daintie hand:
243243A body were it framed of wax
244244By all the cunning Arti
sts of the world
245245It could not better be proportioned.
246246Lubeck. How now Sir
Robert? in a
studie man
? Here
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