EMBASSADOR.
Is this your answer, then?
WILLIAM.
It is; and so begone.
EMBASSADOR.
I go; but to your cost.
[Exit Embassador.]
WILLIAM.
Demarch, our subjects, earst levied in civil broils,
Muster foorthwith, for to defend the Realm.
In hope whereof, that we shall find you true,
We freely pardon this thy late offence.
DEMARCH.
Most humble thanks I render to your grace.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III.
Manchester. The Mill.
[Enter the Miller and Valingford.]
MILLER.
Alas, gentleman, why should you trouble your self so much,
considering the imperfections of my daughter, which is able
to with-draw the love of any man from her, as already it
hath done in her first choice. Maister Manville hath
forsaken her, and at Chester shall be married to a mans
daughter of no little wealth. But if my daughter knew so
much, it would go very near her heart, I fear me.
VALINGFORD.
Father miller, such is the entire affection to your daughter,
as no misfortune whatsoever can alter. My fellow Mountney,
thou seest, gave quickly over; but I, by reason of my good
meaning, am not so soon to be changed, although I am borne
off with scorns and denial.
[Enter Em to them.]
MILLER.
Trust me, sir, I know not what to say. My daughter is not
to be compelled by me; but here she comes her self: speak
to her and spare not, for I never was troubled with love
matters so much before.
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