Page 2490 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of [705] linen. Since when,
I’ll be sworn, he wore none but a dishclout of Jaquenetta’s, and that ’a
wears next his heart for a favour.
Enter a messenger, Monsieur Marcade.
MARCADE
God save you, madam.
PRINCESS
Welcome, Marcade,
But that thou interruptest our merriment. [710]
MARCADE
I am sorry, madam, for the news I bring
Is heavy in my tongue. The King your father -
PRINCESS
Dead, for my life!
MARCADE
Even so; my tale is told.
BEROWNE
Worthies, away! The scene begins to cloud.
ARMADO
For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have [715] seen the day of
wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a
soldier.
Exeunt Worthies.
KING
How fares your majesty?
PRINCESS
Boyet, prepare. I will away tonight.
KING
