King.  Oyle to blood shall turne; I’le lose a limbe before the heart shall mourne.

[Exeunt.

Manent Daenia, Alba.

Daen.  Hee’s mad with rage or joy.

Alb.  With both; with rage
To see his follies check’d, with fruitlesse joy
Because he hopes his Contract is cut off
Which Divine Justice more exemplifies.

    Enter Medina.

Med.  Where’s the king?

Daen.  Wrapt up in clouds of lightning.

Med.  What has he done? saw you the Contract torne, As I did heare a minion sweare he threatened?

Alb.  He tore it not but burnt it.

Med.  Openly?

Daen.  And heaven with us to witnesse.

Med.  Well, that fire Will prove a catching flame to burne his kingdome.

Alb.  Meet and consult.

Med.  No more, trust not the ayre
With our projections, let us all revenge
Wrongs done to our most noble kinswoman: 
Action is honours language, swords are tongues,
Which both speake best and best do right our wrongs.

[Exeunt.

(SCENE 2.)

Enter Onaelia one way, Cornego another.

Cor.  Madam, there’s a beare without to speake with you.

Onae.  A Beare.

Cor.  Its a Man all hairye and thats as bad.

Onae.  Who ist?

Cor.  Tis one Master Captaine Baltazar.

Onae.  I doe not know that Baltazar.

Cor.  He desires to see you; and if you love a water-spaniel before he be shorne, see him.

Onae.  Let him come in.

    Enter Baltazar.

Cor.  Hist; a ducke, a ducke[194]; there she is, Sir.

Bal.  A Souldiers good wish blesse you, Lady.

Onae.  Good wishes are most welcome, Sir, to me; So many bad ones blast me.

Bal.  Doe you not know me?

Onae.  I scarce know my selfe.

Bal.  I ha beene at Tennis, Madam, with the king.  I gave him 15 and all his faults, which is much, and now I come to tosse a ball with you.

Onae.  I am bandyed too much up and downe already.

Cor.  Yes, she has beene strucke under line, master Souldier.

Bal.  I conceit you:  dare you trust your selfe along with me?

Onae.  I have been laden with such weights of wrong That heavier cannot presse me:  hence, Cornego.

Corn.  Hence Cornego, stay Captaine! when man and woman are put together some egge of villany is sure to be sate upon.
          
                                        [Exit.

Bal.  What would you say to him should kill this man that hath you so dishonoured?