Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit:
It were dishonor to deny it her
King. It were no lesse, but yet Ile make a pawse
Rich. Yea, is it so:
I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt,
Before the King will graunt her humble suit
Clarence. Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes
the winde?
Rich. Silence
King. Widow, we will consider of your suit,
And come some other time to know our minde
Wid. Right gracious Lord, I cannot brooke delay:
May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now,
And what your pleasure is, shall satisfie me
Rich. I Widow? then Ile warrant you all your Lands,
And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you:
Fight closer, or good faith you'le catch a Blow
Clarence. I feare her not, vnlesse she chance to fall
Rich. God forbid that, for hee'le take vantages
King. How many Children hast thou, Widow? tell
me
Clarence. I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her
Rich. Nay then whip me: hee'le rather giue her two
Wid. Three, my most gracious Lord
Rich. You shall haue foure, if you'le be rul'd by him
King. 'Twere pittie they should lose their Fathers
Lands
Wid. Be pittifull, dread Lord, and graunt it then
King. Lords giue vs leaue, Ile trye this Widowes
wit
Rich.
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