_Ofel._ Nay Loue, I pray you make no words of this now: 90 I pray now, you shall sing a downe, And you a downe a, t'is a the Kings daughter And the false steward, and if any body Aske you of any thing, say you this. To morrow is saint Valentines day, 95 All in the morning betime, And a maide at your window, To be your Valentine: The yong man rose, and dan'd his clothes, And dupt the chamber doore, 100 Let in the maide, that out a maide Neuer departed more. Nay I pray marke now, By gisse, and by saint Charitie, Away, and fie for shame: 105 Yong men will doo't when they come too't: By cocke they are too blame. Quoth she, before you tumbled me, You promised me to wed. So would I a done, by yonder Sunne, 110 If thou hadst not come to my bed. So God be with you all, God bwy Ladies. God bwy you Loue. _exit Ofelia._ _Lear._ Griefe vpon griefe, my father murdered, My sister thus distracted: 115 Cursed be his soule that wrought this wicked act. _King_ Content you good Leartes for a time, Although I know your griefe is as a floud, Brimme full of sorrow, but forbeare a while, And thinke already the reuenge is done 120 On him that makes you such a haplesse sonne. _Lear._ You haue preuail'd my Lord, a while I'le striue, To bury griefe within a tombe of wrath, Which once vnhearsed, then the world shall heare Leartes had a father he held deere. 125 _King_ No more of that, ere many dayes be done, You shall heare that you do not dreame vpon. _exeunt om._ [Sidenote: [SC. XIV.]] _Enter Horatio and the Queene._ _Hor._ Madame, your sonne is safe arriv'de in _Denmarke_, This letter I euen now receiv'd of him, Whereas he writes how he escap't the danger, And subtle treason that the king had plotted, Being crossed by the contention of the windes, 5 He found the Packet sent to the king of _England_, Wherein he saw himselfe betray'd to death, As at his next conuersion with your grace, He will relate the circumstance at full. _Queene_ Then I perceiue there's treason in his lookes 10 That seem'd to sugar o're his villanie: But I will soothe and please him for a time, For murderous mindes are alwayes jealous, But know not you _Horatio_ where he is? _Hor._ Yes Madame, and he hath appoynted me 15 To meete him on the east side of the Cittie To morrow morning.