_Q. Dor._ How little shapes much substance may include!-- Sir Bartram, Ross, ye ladies, and my friends, Since presence yields me death, and absence life, Hence will I fly, disguisèd like a squire, As one that seeks to live in Irish wars: You, gentle Ross, shall furnish my depart.
_Ross._ Yea, prince, and die with you with all my heart! Vouchsafe me, then, in all extremest states To wait on you and serve you with my best.
_Q. Dor._ To me pertains the woe: live then in rest. Friends, fare you well: keep secret my depart: Nano alone shall my attendant be.
_Nano._ Then, madam, are you mann'd, I warrant ye! Give me a sword, and, if there grow debate, I'll come behind, and break your enemy's pate.
_Ross._ How sore we grieve to part so soon away!
_Q. Dor._ Grieve not for those that perish if they stay.
_Nano._ The time in words misspent is little worth; Madam, walk on, and let them bring us forth. [_Exeunt._
_Boh._ So, these sad motions make the fairy sleep; And sleep he shall in quiet and content: For it would make a marble melt and weep, To see these treasons 'gainst the innocent. But, since she 'scapes by flight to save her life, The king may chance repent she was his wife. The rest is ruthful; yet, to beguile the time, 'Tis interlac'd with merriment and rhyme. [_Exit._
_After a noise of horns and shoutings, enter certain_ Huntsmen _(if you please, singing) one way; another way_ ATEUKIN _and_ JAQUES.
_Ateu._ Say, gentlemen, where may we find the king?
_First Hunts._ Even here at hand, on hunting; And at this hour he taken hath a stand, To kill a deer.
_Ateu._ A pleasant work in hand. Follow your sport, and we will seek his grace.
_First Hunts._ When such him seek, it is a woful case. [_Exeunt_ Huntsmen _one way_, ATEUKIN _and_ JAQUES _another._
SCENE II.--_Near the Castle of the_ COUNTESS OF ARRAN.
_Enter the_ COUNTESS OF ARRAN, IDA _and_ EUSTACE.
_Count. of A._ Lord Eustace, as your youth and virtuous life Deserve a far more fair and richer wife, So, since I am a mother, and do wit What wedlock is, and that which 'longs to it, Before I mean my daughter to bestow, 'Twere meet that she and I your state did know.
_Eust._ Madam, if I consider Ida's worth, I know my portions merit none so fair, And yet I hold in farm and yearly rent A thousand pound, which may her state content.