_Na._ Where not, in changing this attire you weare? _Dor._ What shall I clad me like a Country maide? _Na._ The pollicie is base I am affraide. 1490 _Dor._ Why _Nano_? _Na._ Aske you why? what may a Queene March foorth in homely weede and be not seene? The Rose although in thornie shrubs she spread: Is still the Rose, her beauties waxe not dead. And noble mindes altho the coate be bare, Are by their semblance knowne, how great they are _Bar._ The Dwarfe saith true. _Dor._ What garments likste thou than? _Na._ Such as may make you seeme a proper man. 1500 _Dor._ He makes me blush and smile, tho I am sad. _Na._ The meanest coat for safetie is not bad. _Dor._ What shall I iet in breeches like a squire? Alasse poore dwarfe, thy Mistresle is vnmeete. _Na._ Tut, go me thus, your cloake before your face, Your sword vpreard with queint & comely grace, If any come and question what you bee, Say you a man, and call for witnesse mee. _Dor._ What should I weare a sword, to what intent? _Na._ Madame for shewe, it is an ornament, 1510 If any wrong you, drawe a shining blade Withdrawes a coward theese that would inuade. _Dor._ But if I strike, and hee should strike againe, What should I do? I feare I should bee slaine. _Nano._ No, take it single on your dagger so, Ile teach you Madame how to ward a blow. _Do._ How litle shapes much substance may include? Sir _Bartram_, _Rosse_, yee Ladies and my friends, Since presence yeelds me death, and absence life, Hence will I flie disguised like a squire, 1520 As one that seekes to liue in Itish warres, You gentle _Rosse_, shal furnish my depart. _Ross._ Yea Prince, & die with you with all my hart, Vouchsafe me then in all extreamest states, To waight on you and serue you with my best. _Dor._ To me pertaines the woe, liue then in rest: Friends fare you well, keepe secret my depart, _Nano_ alone shall my attendant bee. _Nan._ Then Madame are you mand, I warrant ye, Giue me a sword, and if there grow debate, 1530 Ile come behinde, and breake your enemies pate. _Ross._ How sore wee greeue to part so soone away. _Dor._ Greeue not for those that perish if they stay. _Nano._ The time in words mispent, is litle woorth, Madam walke on, and let them bring vs foorth. _Exeunt._ _Chorus._ _IV. Chor._ _Ent. Boha._ So these sad motions makes the faire sleepe, And sleep hee shall in quiet and content, For it would make a marbell melt and weepe 1540 To see these treasons gainst the innocent: But since shee scapes by flight to saue her life, The king may chance repent she was his wife: The rest is ruthfull, yet to beguilde the time, Tis interlast with merriment and rime. _Exeuut._ _Actus Quartus. Schena Prima._ _IV. i._