Eug. No, no my Lord, you will have Clarence there.
Mom. Alas poore Gentleman, I must tell
you now,
He’s extreame sicke, and was so when he writt,
Tho he did charge me not to tell you so;
And for the World he cannot come abroade.
Eug. Is this the man that without passion loves?
Mom. I doe not tell you he is sicke with
love;
Or if he be, tis wilfull passion.
Which he doth choose to suffer for your sake,
And cood restraine his sufferance with a thought,
Vppon my life, he will not trouble you;
And therefore, worthy Neece, faile not to come.
Eug. I will on that condition.
Mom. Tis perform’d.
For were my friend well, and cood comfort me,
I wood not now intreate your company,
But one of you I must have, or I die:
Oh such a friend is worth a monarchy.
[Exeunt.
(SCENE 2.)
Enter Lord Furnifall, Rudsbie, Goosecappe, Foulweather, Bullaker.
Fur. Nay, my gallants, I will tell you more.
All. Forth, good my Lord.
Fur. The evening came, and then our waxen
starres
Sparkled about the heavenly Court of Fraunce,
When I then young and radiant as the sunne
Gave luster to those lamps, and curling thus
My golden foretoppe stept into the presence,
Where set with other princely Dames I found
The Countesse of Lancalier, and her neece,
Who as I told you cast so fix’d an eye
On my behaviours, talking with the King.
All. True, my good Lord.
Fur. They rose when I came in, and all the lights Burn’d dim for shame, when I stood up, and shin’d.
Foul. O most passionate description, sir Cutt.
Rud. True, of a candles end.
Goos. The passingst description of a candle that ever lived, sir Cutt.
Fur. Yet aym’d I not at them, nor
seemed to note
What grace they did me, but found courtly cause
To talke with an accomplisht gentleman
New come from Italy; in quest of newes
I spake Italian with him.
Rud. What so young?
Fur. O rarissime volte cadono nel parlar nostro familiare.
Foul. Slid, a cood speake it, Knight, at three yeeres old.
Fur. Nay, gentle Captaine, doe not set me forth; I love it not, in truth I love it not.
Foul. Slight, my Lord, but truth is truth, you know.
Goos. I dare ensure your Lordship, Truth is truth, and I have heard in France, they speake French as well as their mother tongue, my Lord.