_After a noyse of hornes and showtings, enter certaine Huntsmen, if you please, singing one way: another way Ateukin and Iaques, Gnato._ 1550 _Ateu._ Say Gentlemen, where may wee finde the king? _Hunts._ Euen heere at hand on hunting. And at this houre hee taken hath a stand, To kill a Deere. _Ateu._ A pleasant worke in hand, Follow your sport, and we will seeke his grace. _Hunts._ When such him seeke, it is a wofull case. _Exeunt Huntsman one way, Ateu. and Iaq. another, Enter Eustace, Ida, and the Countesse._ _IV. ii._ _Count._ Lord _Eustace_, as your youth & vertuous life, 1560 Deserues a faire, more faire and richer wife, So since I am a mother, and do wit What wedlocke is, and that which longs to it, Before I meane my daughter to bestow, Twere meete that she and I your state did know. _Eust._ Madame if I consider _Idas_ woorth, I know my portions merrit none so faire, And yet I hold in farme and yearly rent, A thousand pound, which may her state content. _Count._ But what estate my Lord shall she possesse? 1570 _Eust._ All that is mine, graue Countesse & no lesse. But _Ida_ will you loue? _Ida._ I cannot hate. _Eust._ But will you wedde? _Ida._ Tis Greeke to mee my Lord, Ile wish you well, and thereon take my word. _Eust_. Shall I some signe of fauour then receiue? _Ida._ I, if her Ladiship will giue me leaue. _Count._ Do what thou wilt. _Ida._ Then noble English Peere, 1580 Accept this ring, wherein my heart is set, A constant heart, with burning flames befret: But vnder written this: _O morte dura_: Heereon when so you looke with eyes _Pura_, The maide you fancie most will fauour you. _Eust._ Ile trie this heart, in hope to finde it true. _Enter certaine Huntsmen and ladies._ _Hunts._ Widdowe Countesse well ymet, Euer may thy ioyes bee many, Gentle _Ida_ faire beset, 1590 Faire and wise, not fairer any: Frolike Huntsmen of the game, Willes you well, and giues you greeting. _Ida._ Thanks good Woodman for the same, And our sport and merrie meeting. _Hunts._ Vnto thee we do present, Siluer heart with arrow wounded. _Eust._ This doth shadow my lament, Both feare and loue confounded. _Ladies._ To the mother of the mayde, 1600 Faire as th’lillies, red as roses, Euen so many goods are saide, As her selfe in heart supposes. _Count._ What are you friends, that thus doth wish vs wel? _Hunts._ Your neighbours nigh, that haue on hunting beene, Who vnderstanding of your walking foorth, Prepare this traine to entertaine you with, This Ladie _Douglas_, this Sir _Egmond_ is. _Count._ Welcome ye Ladies, and thousand thanks for this, Come enter you a homely widdowes house, 1610 And if mine entertainment please you let vs feast. _Hunts._ A louely ladie neuer wants a guest. _Exeunt Manet, Eustace, Ida._