AUDLEY

I am in haste now. Prithee be brief. What's that to thee? Sir, I remember't not. You said you would be brief. And spend her means As thou hast done thine own vile unthrift? no, I know no Contract. No matter; thinkest thou that I'll vent my bags To suit in Satin him that Jets in rags? I have not seen a man hath born his disgrace with more patience; especially to be forced with his own hand to deliver up his honours to his enemy. This Lord is of and unwonted constancy, He entertains his disgraces as merrily as a man die that is tickled to death. Wots thou who's returned, The unthrift Bonneville, ragged as a scarecrow, The Wars have gnawed his garments to the skin: I met him, and he told me of a Contract. Upon condition if he came rich. Thou dost not mean to marry with a beggar? Such only gentile are, that can maintain Gentily. They are noble that have nobles; gentle they That appear such. Earl Chester is returned. Her modesty does do her beauty grace, Both in her cheek have chused a sovereign ate. Far be it mighty King we should distaste Where you so well affect. I have time to stay, To ask you how you do, being glad to hear Of your good fortune, your repurchast lands, And state much amplified. Sir, since you did unmortgage all your means, It came into my thoughts; trust me, before I could not call't to mind. Your Highness is in courtesy invincible. My Lords attend the King, and clear this chamber, For this nights revels it's the place prepared. We shall my Lord. And that includes contempt most barbarous, Which you in that unsubject-like expressed: Your former emulations we omit. As things that may find tolerable excuse, And are indeed not matters capital: But to the best and greatest, when the King, Out of his bounty and magnificence Vouc saft to style thee with the name of son, Being but a subject, with contorted brows And looks of scorn you took his courtesy, And in contempt sent back the Princess dower. A Persian History I read of late, how the great Sophy once Flying a noble Falcon at the Herne, In comes by chance and Eagle sousing by, Which when the Hawk espies, leaves her first game, And boldly v nters on the King of Birds; Long tugged they in the Air, till at the length The Falcon better breathed, seized on the Eagle, And struck it dead: The Barons praised the Bird, And for her courage she was peerless held. The Emperor, after some deliberate thoughts, Made him no less: he caused a Crown of gold To be new framed, and fitted to her head In honour of her courage: Then the Bird With great applause was to the marketplace In tri mph born, where, wh n her utmost worth Had been proclaimed, the common Executioner First b the ings command took off her Crown, And after with a sword struck off her head, As one no better than a noble Traitor Unto the King of Birds. I have one Kinsman hath spent all his land, And is returned a beggar, and so tattered, As that I can but blush to acknowledge him: But in the Wars he spent it, and for me, Wars shall relieve him. He was a noble Heir, But what these lost, let other Wars repair. 'Twas excellent. Not now indeed.