LADY COBHAM

You are welcome home, my Lord, Why seem you so disquiet in your looks? What hath befallen you that disquiets your mind? So soon my Lord? what will you ride all night? My husband hight with travelling my lord, His nose gushed out a bleeding, that was it. To cut such simple victual as we had. I prithee Harpoole, look unto thy Lord, I do not Like this sudden posting back. Come madam, and my lord, weel hope the best, You shall not into Wales till he return. What murder? you upbraid us wrongfully. My Lord, believe me, as I have a soul, I know not where my lord my husband is. My husband is a noble gentleman, And need not hide himself for any fact That ere I herd of, therefore wrong him not. Oh God requite thee thou bloodthirsty man. But where (my Lord,) Shall we find rest for our disquiet minds? There dwell untamed thoughts that hardly stoop, To such abasemen of disdained rags, We were not wont to travel thus by night, Especially on foot. How can it seem a trouble, having you A partner with me, in the worst I feel? No gentle Lord, your presence would give ease To death it self, should he now seize upon me, Behold what my foresight hath undertaken heres bred and cheese & a bottle. For fear we faint, they are but homely cates. Yet sau de with hunger, they may seem as sweet, As greater dainties we were wont to taste. And I incoragde with your cheerful speech, Will do the Like. Fear not my Lord, he's witty to devise, And strong to execute a present shift. Let that depend on me, while you do sleep, I'll watch that no misfortune happen us, Lay then your head upon my lap sweet Lord, And boldly take your rest. Urge not that, My duty binds me, and your love commands. I would I had the skill with tuned voice, To draw on sleep with some sweet melody, But imperfectoin and unaptness too, Are both repugnant, fear inserts the one, The other nature hath denied me use. But what talk I of means to purchase that, Is freely happened? sleep with gentle hand, Hath shut his eyelids, o victorious labour, How soon thy power can charm the bodies sense? And now thou likewise climbst unto my brain, Making my heavy temples stoop to thee, Great God of heaven from danger keep us free. both sleeps. Say (gentle Lord) for now we are alone, And may confer, shall we confess in brief, Of whence, and what we are, and so prevent The accusation is commenede against us? Well, be it then according as heaven please. Oh my deer Lord, what shall betide of us? You to the Tower, and I turned out of doors, Our substance ceased unto his highness use, Even to the garments longing to our backs.