MILLER.
Tell me, sweet Em, hast thou but fained all this while for
his love, that hath so descourteously forsaken thee?
EM.
Credit me, father, I have told you the troth; wherewith I
desire you and Lord Valingford not to be displeased. For
ought else I shall say, let my present grief hold me excused.
But, may I live to see that ungrateful man justly rewarded
for his treachery, poor Em would think her self not a little
happy. Favour my departing at this instant; for my troubled
thought desires to meditate alone in silence.
[Exit Em.]
VALINGFORD.
Will not Em shew one cheerful look on Valingford?
MILLER.
Alas, sir, blame her not; you see she hath good cause, being
so handled by this gentleman: And so I'll leave you, and go
comfort my poor wench as well as I may.
[Exit the Miller.]
VALINGFORD.
Farewell, good father.
[Exit Valingford.]
ACT V.
SCENE I.
Open country in England.
[Enter Zweno, king of Denmark, with Rosilio and other
attendants.]
ZWENO.
Rosilio, is this the place whereas the Duke William should
meet me?
ROSILIO.
It is, and like your grace.
ZWENO.
Go, captain! Away, regard the charge I gave:
See all our men be martialed for the fight.
Dispose the Wards as lately was devised;
And let the prisoners under several guards
Be kept apart, until you hear from us.
Let this suffise, you know my resolution.
If William, Duke of Saxons, be the man,
That by his answer sent us, he would seem,
Not words, but wounds: not parlays, but alarms,
Must be decider of this controversy.
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