ggy-spirited men.
But for our birth-rights honour, doe not mention 170
One syllable of any word may goe
To the begetting of an act so tender
And full of sulphure as this letters truth:
It comprehends so blacke a circumstance
Not to be nam'd, that but to forme one thought, 175
It is or can be so, would make me mad.
Come, my lord, you and I will fight this dreame
Out at the chesse.

_Ren._ Most gladly, worthiest ladie.
_Exeunt Char[lotte] and Ren[el]._

_Enter a Messenger._

_Messenger._ Sir, my Lord Governours Lieutenant prayes
Accesse to you.

_Cler._ Himselfe alone?

_Mess._ Alone, sir. 180

_Cler._ Attend him in. (_Exit Messenger._) Now comes this plot to
tryall;
I shall descerne (if it be true as rare)
Some sparkes will flye from his dissembling eyes.
Ile sound his depth.

_Enter Maillard with the Messenger._

_Maillard._ Honour, and all things noble!

_Cler._ As much to you, good Captaine. What's th'affaire? 185

_Mail._ Sir, the poore honour we can adde to all
Your studyed welcome to this martiall place,
In presentation of what strength consists
My lord your brothers government, is readie.
I have made all his troopes and companies 190
Advance and put themselves in battailia,
That you may see both how well arm'd they are
How strong is every troope and companie,
How ready, and how well prepar'd for service.

_Cler._ And must they take mee?

_Mail._ Take you, sir! O heaven! 195

_Mess._ [_aside, to Clermont_]. Beleeve it, sir, his count'nance
chang'd in turning.

_Mail._ What doe you meane, sir?

_Cler._ If you have charg'd them,
You being charg'd your selfe, to apprehend mee,
Turne not your face; throw not your lookes about so.

_Mail._ Pardon me, sir. You amaze me to conceive 200
From whence our wils to honour you should turne
To such dishonour of my lord, your brother.
Dare I, without him, undertake your taking?

_Cler._ Why not? by your direct charge from the King.

_Mail._ By my charge from the King! would he so much 205
Disgrace my lord, his owne Lieutenant here,
To give me his command without his