_Scout._ My friends, be gone, an if you love your lives! The King of England marcheth here at hand: Enter the camp, for fear you be surpris'd. _Div._ Thanks, gentle scout,--God mend that is amiss, And place true zeal whereas corruption is! [_Exeunt_. SCENE V.--_Castle of_ SIR CUTHBERT ANDERSON. _Enter_ QUEEN DOROTHEA _in man's apparel,_ LADY ANDERSON, _and_ NANO. _Q. Dor._ What news in court, Nano? let us know it. _Nano._ If so you please, my lord, I straight will show it: The English king hath all the borders spoil'd, Hath taken Morton prisoner, and hath slain Seven thousand Scottish lads not far from Tweed. _Q. Dor._ A woful murder and a bloody deed! _Nano._ The king, our liege, hath sought by many means For to appease his enemy by prayers: Naught will prevail unless he can restore Fair Dorothea, long supposèd dead: To this intent he hath proclaimèd late, That whosoe'er return the queen to court Shall have a thousand marks for his reward. _Lady And._ He loves her, then, I see, although enforc'd, That would bestow such gifts for to regain her. Why sit you sad, good sir? be not dismay'd. _Nano._ I'll lay my life, this man would be a maid. _Q. Dor._ [_aside to Nano_]. Fain would I show myself, and change my tire. _Lady And._ Whereon divine you, sir? _Nano._ Upon desire. Madam, mark but my skill. I'll lay my life, My master here, will prove a married wife. _Q. Dor._ [_aside to Nano_]. Wilt thou bewray me, Nano? _Nano._ [_aside to Dor._]. Madam, no: You are a man, and like a man you go: But I, that am in speculation seen,[293] Know you would change your state to be a queen. _Q. Dor._ [_aside to Nano_]. Thou art not, dwarf, to learn thy mistress' mind: Fain would I with thyself disclose my kind, But yet I blush. _Nano._ [_aside to Dor._]. What? blush you, madam, than,[294] To be yourself, who are a feignèd man?[295] _Lady And._ Deceitful beauty, hast thou scorn'd me so? _Nano._ Nay, muse not, madam, for he tells you true. _Lady And._ Beauty bred love, and love hath bred my shame. _Nano._ And women's faces work more wrongs than these: Take comfort, madam, to cure your disease. And yet he loves a man as well as you, Only this difference, he cannot fancy two. _Lady And._ Blush, grieve, and die in thine insatiate lust. _Q. Dor._ Nay, live, and joy that thou hast won a friend, That loves thee as his life by good desert. _Lady And._ I joy, my lord, more than my tongue can tell: Though not as I desir'd, I love you well. But modesty, that never blush'd before, Discover my false heart: I say no more. Let me alone.