Embassador. 
Marry, thus: 
The King of Denmark and my Sovereign
Doth send to know of thee what is the cause
That injuriously, against the law of arms,
Thou hast stolen away his only daughter Blaunch,
The only stay and comfort of his life. 
Therefore by me
He willeth thee to send his daughter Blaunch,
Or else foorthwith he will levy such an host,
As soon shall fetch her in dispite of thee.

William. 
Embassador, this answer I return thy King. 
He willeth me to send his daughter Blaunch,
Saying, I conveyed her from the Danish court,
That never yet did once as think thereof. 
As for his menacing and daunting threats,
I nill regard him nor his Danish power;
For if he come to fetch her foorth my Realm
I will provide him such a banquet here,
That he shall have small cause to give me thanks.

Embassador. 
Is this your answer, then?

William. 
It is; and so begone.

Embassador. 
I go; but to your cost.

[Exit Embassador.]

William. 
Demarch, our subjects, earst levied in civil broils,
Muster foorthwith, for to defend the Realm. 
In hope whereof, that we shall find you true,
We freely pardon this thy late offence.

Demarch. 
Most humble thanks I render to your grace.

[Exeunt.]

SCENE III.

Manchester.  The Mill.

[Enter the Miller and Valingford.]

Miller.  Alas, gentleman, why should you trouble your self so much, considering the imperfections of my daughter, which is able to with-draw the love of any man from her, as already it hath done in her first choice.  Maister Manville hath forsaken her, and at Chester shall be married to a mans daughter of no little wealth.  But if my daughter knew so much, it would go very near her heart, I fear me.

Valingford.  Father miller, such is the entire affection to your daughter, as no misfortune whatsoever can alter.  My fellow Mountney, thou seest, gave quickly over; but I, by reason of my good meaning, am not so soon to be changed, although I am borne off with scorns and denial.

[Enter Em to them.]

Miller.  Trust me, sir, I know not what to say.  My daughter is not to be compelled by me; but here she comes her self:  speak to her and spare not, for I never was troubled with love matters so much before.

Em. [Aside.] Good Lord! shall I never be rid of this importunate man?  Now must I dissemble blindness again.  Once more for thy sake, Manville, thus am I inforced, because I shall complete my full resolved mind to thee.  Father, where are you?

Miller. 
Here, sweet Em.  Answer this gentleman, that would so fayne
enjoy thy love.

Em.  Where are you, sir? will you never leave this idle and vain pursuit of love?  Is not England stord enough to content you, but you must still trouble the poor contemptible maid of Manchester?