_2. Gent._ Feare not that: we’le all along with ye. _Mis._ Will you conduct me safe vnto my Schoole? _Scan._ I, I, we’le be your Gard. _Exeunt._ _Sfor._ Oh what a Coward ’tis? _Iag._ You doe him wrong: He fights not with his hands, but with his tongue. Why doe I trifle time? I’le to the Court; This crueltie afflicts my very soule. Good my Lord, ioyne with me; we’le to the King, And see if wee can alter this decree. Oh ’tis a royall Princesse, faire, and chaste! _Sfor._ But her disdaine, my Lord, hath bin the cause Of many hopefull Youths vntimely end; ’Tis that has harden’d both the Commons hearts, And many a noble Peeres, _Iag._ Why, what of that? It is not fit affection should be forc’d: Let’s kneele vnto his Grace for her release. Iustice (like Lightning) euer should appeare To few mens ruine, but to all mens feare. _Exit._ SCEN. II. _Enter_ NICANOR, _and a Gentleman_. _Nic._ The Princesse suffers then? _Gent._ This Morning, Sir, Vnlesse the mercie of the King be found More then is yet expected. _Nic._ Oh my heart, Canst thou indure to heare that heauie sound, And wilt not burst with griefe? _Gent._ Nay, good my Lord: _Nic._ Oh, worthie Sir, you did not know the ioyes That we all lost in her. She was the hope, And onely comfort of Sicilia; And the last Branch was left of that faire stocke; Which (if she dye) is wither’d, quite decay’d. But I haue such a losse. _Gent._ You haue indeed: Yours is the greatest of a particular: For you haue lost a beautious Spouse, my Lord; And yet the rich hopes of a royall Crowne Might mitigate your sorrow. You are next. _Nic._ Doe not renew my griefe with naming that. Oh that it were to morrow! happie day, Bestow’d on some more meritorious, That might continue long, for I am old. I should be well content. _Gent._ Say not so: There’s no one merits that more then your selfe: You are elected by the Kings owne house, And generall consent of all the Realme, For the Successour after his decease: Whose life pray Heauen defend. _Nic._ Amen, Amen, And send him long to raigne; but not on earth. Sir, you are neere the King; Pray, if you heare His Highnesse aske for me, excuse me, Sir: You see my sorrow’s such, I am vnfit To come into the presence of a King. _Gent._ I see it, Sir, and will report as much.