Part 8 (1/2)

Can you imagine that a longing maid When she beholds you, can be pull'd away With words from loving you?

_Tigr_.

Dispraise my health, my honesty, and tell her I am jealous.

_Spa_.

Why, I had rather lose you: can my heart Consent to let my tongue throw out such words, And I that ever yet spoke what I thought, Shall find it such a thing at first to lie?

_Tigr_.

Yet do thy best.

_Enter_ Bessus.

_Bes_.

What, is your Majesty ready?

_Tigr_.

There is the Lady, Captain.

_Bes_.

Sweet Lady, by your leave, I co[u]ld wish my self more full of Courts.h.i.+p for your fair sake.

_Spa_.

Sir I shall feel no want of that.

_Bes_.

Lady, you must hast, I have received new letters from the King that require more hast than I expected, he will follow me suddenly himself, and begins to call for your Majesty already.

_Tigr_.

He shall not do so long.

_Bes_.

Sweet Lady, shall I call you my Charge hereafter?

_Spa_.

I will not take upon me to govern your tongue Sir, you shall call me what you please.

_Actus Secundus_.