LODOWICK

The most renowned prince K. John of France, Does greet thee Edward, and by me commands, That for so much as by him liberal gift, The Guyen Dukedom is entailed to thee, Thou do him lowly homage for the same. And for that purpose here I somon thee, Repair to France within these forty days, That there according as he coustome is. Thou mayest be sworn true liegeman to our King, Or else thy title in that province die, And he him self will repossess the place. Then Edward here in spite of all thy Lords, I do pronounce defiance to thy face. take my leave and fairly will return Your acceptable greeting to my king. I might perceive his eye in her eye lost, His care to drink her sweet tongues utterance, And changing passion Like inconstant clouds: That rack upon the carriage of the winds, Increase and die in his disturbed cheeks: Lo when she blushed, even then did he look pale, As if her cheeks by some enchanted power, Attracted had the cheery blood from his, A none with reverent fear, when she grewpale, His cheek put on their scarlet ornaments, But no more Like her oryent all read, Then Brick to Coral, or live things to dead, Why did he then thus counterfeit her looks, If she did blush it tender modest shame, Being in the sacred present of a King. If he did blush, it read immodest shame, To wail his eyes amiss being a king: If she looked pa e, it silly woman's fear, To bear her self in presence of a king: If he looked pa e, it was with guilty fear, To dote a mi see being a mighty king, Then Scottish wars farewell, I fear 'twill prove A lingering English siege of peevish love, Here comes his highness walking all alone. To whom my Lord shall I direct my style. Writ I to a woman? I go. I will my liege. I will my sovereign. Ready my liege. I have not to a perjod brought her praise. More fair and chased then is the queen of shades: What is the other fault, my sovereign Lord, More fair and chased, More fair and chased then is the lover of shades, More bold in constancy. Then Judith was, Theres all that yet is done. That yet my liege ere night, She will resolve your majesty. To lay aside unnecessary soothing, And not to spend the time in circumstance, 'Tis bruited for a certainty my Lord, That he's exceeding strongly fortified, His subjects flock as willingly to war, As if unto a triumph they were led. All but the Scot, who solemnly protests, As here to before I have enformd his grace, Never to sheath his Sword, or take a truce. My liege the drum that stroke the lusty march, Stands with Prince Edward your thrice valiant son. My liege, the Countess with a smiling cheer. Desires access unto your Majesty. Of what condition or estate she is, It requisite that I should know my Lord,