y me?

_Count._ Fetch me straight
My little cabinet. _Exit Ancil[la]._
Tis little, tell him,
And much too little for his matchlesse love:
But as in him the worths of many men
Are close contracted, (_Intr[at] Ancil[la.]_) so in this are
jewels 90
Worth many cabinets. Here, with this (good sir)
Commend my kindest service to my servant,
Thanke him, with all my comforts, and, in them,
With all my life for them; all sent from him
In his remembrance of mee and true love. 95
And looke you tell him, tell him how I lye
_She kneeles downe at his feete._
Prostrate at feet of his accurst misfortune,
Pouring my teares out, which shall ever fall,
Till I have pour'd for him out eyes and all.

_Aum._ O madame, this will kill him; comfort you 100
With full assurance of his quicke acquitall;
Be not so passionate; rise, cease your teares.

_Coun._ Then must my life cease. Teares are all the vent
My life hath to scape death. Teares please me better
Then all lifes comforts, being the naturall seede 105
Of heartie sorrow. As a tree fruit beares,
So doth an undissembled sorrow, teares.
_Hee raises her, and leades her out. Exe[unt]._

_Usher._ This might have beene before, and sav'd much charge.
_Exit._

LINENOTES:

5 _brack's_. Emended by all editors; Q, brack.

20 _and should; expresse it all_. So punctuated by all
editors; Q, and should expresse it all.

31 _Maillard_. Q, Mailiard.

[SCAENA QUARTA.

_A Room at the Court in Paris._]

_Enter Henry, Guise, Baligny, Esp[ernone], Soisson.
Pericot with pen, incke, and paper._

_Guise._ Now, sir, I hope you're much abus'd eyes see
In my word for my Clermont, what a villaine
Hee was that whisper'd in your jealous eare
His owne blacke treason in suggesting Clermonts,
Colour'd with nothing but being great with mee. 5
Signe then this writ for his deliverie;
Your hand was never urg'd with worthier boldnesse:
Come, pray, sir, signe it. Why should Kings be praid
To acts of justice? tis a reverence
Makes them despis'd, and