I am acquainted with the Kings Physicians,
Amongst the which theres one mine honest friend,
Seignior Alberto, a very learned man.
His judgement will I have to help this ill.
Ah, Em, fair Em, if Art can make thee whole,
I'll buy that sence for thee, although it cost me dear.
But, Mountney, stay: this may be but deceit,
A matter fained only to delude thee,
And, not unlike, perhaps by Valingford.
He loves fair Em as well as I--
As well as I? ah, no, not half so well.
Put case: yet may he be thine enemy,
And give her counsell to dissemble thus.
I'll try the event and if it fall out so,
Friendship, farewell: Love makes me now a foe.
[Exit Mountney.]
SCENE II.
An Ante-Chamber at the Danish Court.
[Enter Marques Lubeck and Mariana.]
MARIANA.
Trust me, my Lord, I am sorry for your hurt.
LUBECK.
Gramercie, Madam; but it is not great:
Only a thrust, prickt with a Rapiers point.
MARIANA.
How grew the quarrel, my Lord?
LUBECK.
Sweet Lady, for thy sake. There was this last night two
masks in one company, my self the formost. The other strangers
were: amongst the which, when the Musick began to sound the
Measures, each Masker made choice of his Lady; and one, more
forward than the rest, stept towards thee, which I perceiving,
thrust him aside, and took thee my self. But this was taken in
so ill part that at my coming out of the court gate, with
justling together, it was my chance to be thrust into the arm.
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