[Here they must call for their gryst within.]
TROTTER.
I come, I come; yfaith, now you shall have your gryst, or else
Trotter will trot and amble himself to death.
[They call him again. Exit.]
SCENE III.
The Danish Court.
[Enter king of Denmark, with some attendants, Blanch his
daughter, Mariana, Marques Lubeck, William disguised.]
KING OF DENMARK.
Lord Marques Lubecke, welcome home.
Welcome, brave Knight, unto the Denmark King,
For Williams sake, the noble Norman Duke,
So famous for his fortunes and success,
That graceth him with name of Conqueror:
Right double welcome must thou be to us.
ROBERT WINDSOR.
And to my Lord the king shall I recount
Your graces courteous entertainment,
That for his sake vouchsafe to honor me,
A simple Knight attendant on his grace.
KING OF DENMARK.
But say, Sir Knight, what may I call your name?
ROBERT WINDSOR.
Robert Windsor, and like your Majesty.
KING OF DENMARK.
I tell thee, Robert, I so admire the man
As that I count it heinous guilt in him
That honors not Duke William with his heart.
Blanch, bid this stranger welcome, good my girl.
BLANCH.
Sir,
Shouyld I neglect your highness charge herein,
It might be thought of base discourtesy.
Welcome, Sir Knight, to Denmark, heartily.
ROBERT WINDSOR.
Thanks gentle Lady. Lord Marques, who is she?
LUBECK.
That same is Blanch, daughter to the King.
The substance of the shadow that you saw.
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