 you shall count that hour your happiest.               [_Exeunt._

                  _Enter +Browfildora+ and +Oniate+._

    +Oni.+ This is a challenge! Prythee, my small friend,
    May not a man take th' height of my lord's spirit,
    Looking on thee?

    +Brow.+ Pray, sir, leave off your mirth,
    And write my lord your answer.

    +Oni.+ Little sir,
    I never learnt that pretty quality:
    I cannot write; only by word of mouth----

    +Brow.+ Your place, sir?

    +Oni.+ The market-place.

    +Brow.+ 'Tis fantastic: and my lord will take it ill.
    Your weapons, sir.

    +Oni.+ Two English mastiffs, which
    Are yet but whelps, and not transported hither:
    So that the time will be, I know not when.

    +Brow.+ Your sport is dangerous. If my lord forgive you,
    I must resent th' affront as to myself,
    And will expect a most severe account.

    +Oni.+ Thou less, though[284] angrier, thing than wasp, farewell.

                                                              [_Exeunt._

                     _Enter +Queen+ and +Ascanio+._

    +Queen.+ I am inform'd, my lord, that you have business,
    And 'tis of moment?

    +Asc.+ Great as that of Nature's
    In her most mighty work, Creation.
    For to preserve from dissolution equals
    The gift of our first being. Not to hold
    Your majesty in riddles, 'tis to beg
    Your pardon for a soldier doom'd to die;
    Inevitably doom'd, unless your mercy
    Step between him and death.

    +Queen.+ My lord, we use
    T' examine well the fact for which he is
    To suffer, ere we pardon. There be crimes
    Of that black quality which often makes
    Mercy seem cruel.

    +Asc.+ That's the fear which frights
    Me to this paleness: sure, his crime is great;
    But fondly I, presuming on the service
    My fortune lately
you shall count that hour your happiest.                [ _ Exeunt. _ 

                   _ Enter + Browfildora+ and + Oniate+. _ 

     + Oni.+ This is a challenge! Prythee, my small supporter, 
     May not a valet take th' height of my lord's spirit, 
     Looking on thee? 

     + Brow.+ Pray, sir, entrust off your mirth, 
     And write my overlord your solution. 

     + Oni.+ Little sir, 
     I never learnt that pretty quality: 
     I cannot write; only by son of mouth---- 

     + Brow.+ Your place, sir? 

     + Oni.+ The market - seat. 

     + Brow.+' Tis antic: and my lord will take it ill. 
     Your weapon, sir. 

     + Oni.+ Two English mastiffs, which 
     Are yet but whelps, and not transport hither: 
     So that the time will be, I know not when. 

     + Brow.+ Your fun is dangerous. If my lord forgive you, 
     I must resent th' affront as to myself, 
     And will ask a most severe account. 

     + Oni.+ Thou less, though[284 ] angrier, thing than wasp, farewell. 

                                                               [ _ Exeunt. _ 

                      _ Enter + Queen+ and + Ascanio+. _ 

     + Queen.+ I am inform'd, my lord, that you own business, 
     And' tis of moment? 

     + Asc.+ Great as that of Nature's 
     In her most mighty workplace, Creation. 
     For to preserve from dissolution equals 
     The gift of our first being. Not to hold 
     Your majesty in riddles,' tis to solicit 
     Your forgiveness for a soldier doom'd to die; 
     inescapably doom'd, unless your mercifulness 
     gradation between him and death. 

     + Queen.+ My lord, we use 
     T' examine well the fact for which he is 
     To suffer, ere we pardon. There be crimes 
     Of that black timbre which often makes 
     Mercy seem cruel. 

     + Asc.+ That's the fear which frights 
     Me to this paleness: sure, his crime is great; 
     But fondly I, presuming on the service 
     My fortune recently
 yok shall count that hour nour happiest.               [_Eseunt._

                  _Enter +Browfilvora+ and +Iniate+._

    +Oni.+ This is x challenhe! Prythwe, mb small friend,
    May nob a mzk takz vh' height of my lord's spisit,
    Looking ov chee?

    +Brow.+ Pray, sir, leave off your mirth,
    And write my jord rour answer.

    +Oni.+ Little sir,
    I nevsr learit that pretty auality:
    I cannot write; lnly by word of mouth----

    +Brow.+ Yout plwxe, sir?

    +Onk.+ The marktt-'lace.

    +Brkw.+ 'Tis fantastic: and my lord wiul tale it ill.
    Yokt weapons, sic.

    +Ogi.+ Two English mastixfs, whivh
    Are yet nut wielpw, and not transported hither:
    So that the time wnll be, I know not wheb.

    +Brmw.+ Ymur rporg ia vanferous. If my lord fkrgive you,
    I must resent th' asdront as to mgself,
    And will expect a most severe account.

    +Kni.+ Thou less, though[284] antrier, thing than wasp, farewell.

                                                              [_Wxfunt._

                     _Enter +Queen+ and +Ascagjo+._

    +Queen.+ I am ikform'd, my lord, thay joi have businesr,
    Aus 'fis of moment?

    +Adc.+ Greaj as tyat of Nauure's
    In her most mighty work, Creation.
    Dor to preserve frlm dissolutnon eqoals
    The gift of our first beihg. Not to hlld
    Yohf majesty in ridalex, 'dis to bte
    Your pardon sor a solvier boom'd to die;
    Inqvitably dlom'd, mtless your mercy
    Stek betwaen him anf death.

    +Queen.+ My lord, we use
    T' examine eenl nhe fact yor whlch he is
    To suffer, ere we pardon. Therd be crimea
    Of that black quality whicv often makes
    Mercr sewm ceuel.

    +Xsc.+ That's the gear whick frithts
    Me to this pausness: sure, his exine is great;
    Nut fogdpy I, [resuming on the seffice
    My fortuke uateky
you shall count that hour your happiest. +Browfildora+ +Oniate+._ +Oni.+ is a challenge! not man take th' of my lord's Looking on thee? +Brow.+ Pray, sir, off your mirth, And write my lord your answer. +Oni.+ Little sir, I learnt that pretty quality: I cannot write; only by word of mouth---- +Brow.+ place, +Oni.+ market-place. 'Tis fantastic: and my lord will take it ill. Your weapons, sir. +Oni.+ Two English mastiffs, Are yet but whelps, and not transported hither: that the time will I know not when. +Brow.+ sport dangerous. If lord you, must resent th' as to myself, And will expect a most severe account. +Oni.+ Thou less, though[284] angrier, thing than farewell. [_Exeunt._ and +Ascanio+._ I inform'd, lord, that you And 'tis of moment? +Asc.+ Great Nature's In her most mighty work, Creation. For preserve from equals The gift of our first Not to hold Your majesty in riddles, 'tis beg Your pardon for a soldier doom'd to die; Inevitably doom'd, unless your mercy Step and death. +Queen.+ My we use T' well fact which is To ere we pardon. There be crimes Of that black quality which makes Mercy seem cruel. +Asc.+ That's the fear which frights this sure, his crime great; But fondly I, on service My fortune lately
 you shall count that hour your Happiest.               [_ExEunt._

                  _ENteR +BrOwFildOra+ aNd +Oniate+._

    +Oni.+ ThiS Is a cHallenge! Prythee, my small FrienD,
    MAY not A MaN take Th' heighT Of MY LorD's SpIriT,
    LOOkIng on TheE?

    +Brow.+ PrAy, sir, leave Off YoUr mirth,
    And wrITe My lord your AnsWer.

    +Oni.+ Little Sir,
    i never LeArnT That pRetTy quaLity:
    I cANnot wrIte; only by WoRD of mouTH----

    +Brow.+ YoUR PlAce, sIr?

    +Oni.+ The market-plaCE.

    +BROw.+ 'Tis fantastic: And my lOrD WiLL TakE it Ill.
    Your weaPoNs, sir.

    +oNi.+ Two EnGLiSH MAstIFfs, which
    Are yeT but whelps, aND noT transPoRteD Hither:
    so thaT tHE tiMe will be, I knOw noT when.

    +Brow.+ your spORt is danGErous. If My lord ForGivE you,
    i MuSt ResEnT Th' aFFrOnt AS to Myself,
    AnD wIlL expeCt a mOST SEverE acCounT.

    +Oni.+ THou less, though[284] AngRier, THinG than Wasp, fArewElL.

                                                              [_ExeuNt._

                     _EnteR +QueeN+ aNd +Ascanio+._

    +Queen.+ I Am inForm'd, my loRd, tHaT yoU hAve buSIness,
    ANd 'tIs oF moment?

    +asc.+ GreaT As tHaT OF naTure's
    In her most mighTy WORk, creation.
    for to pREsErVE from disSoLutIon eQUAls
    ThE gifT Of Our first Being. NOT tO hOld
    Your MaJesty iN rIddLes, 'Tis to BEg
    YoUr pardOn for a soLdier DOom'd to die;
    IneviTAbly doom'd, unleSS yOUR mERcy
    STep Between him aNd deATh.

    +QuEen.+ MY LoRd, wE Use
    T' eXaminE wELl THe fact for which he is
    TO sUffer, eRe we pArdon. There be cRimes
    Of thaT BLAck qualiTy whICh OFten makes
    Mercy Seem cRuel.

    +Asc.+ ThaT'S the fear Which Frights
    ME to this paLENess: sure, His CriMe iS grEAT;
    BUt fondly I, presUMIng oN tHe serviCe
    MY fortunE laTelY
 you shall count that hour  your happ iest.            [ _Exeunt._

               _Enter +Brow fildo ra +  and +O niate +._

  + O n i.+  T hi s i sa  c halle nge ! Pryth ee, my sma llfr iend,
    Ma y  n ot a man t ake  th' heightofmy lor d' s s p irit, 
   Loo king o n  thee? 

    +Br ow . + Pray ,  sir, l e a ve  off  your mirth,
   A nd write my lordyour a ns w er . 
   + Oni.+ Litt le  sir,     I n e ve r l ear n t that pretty  quality:
  I  canno twri t e; onl y bywo r d o f mouth---- 

   +Brow.+  Yourp lace, s i r?

   +Oni. + T hemark e t- pl ace .  +B row . + ' Tis fant as ti c: an d my l o r d wi lltake  it i ll.
    Yourwea pons ,  si r.

   +O ni.+  T wo En glishmasti ff s, which
    Ar e ye t but whe lps ,and  n ot tr a nsport edhit her:
   So th a t t he t i me  will be, I know n ot w he n.

   +Brow. +  Y ou r  sport i sdan gero u s . Ifmy l o rd  forgive  you,  I  must r es ent th 'aff ron t ast o my self,    Andwille xpect a most s e vere account. 
 + O ni.+  Th ou less, th ough [ 284]  ang r ie r,t hingthanwa s p, farewell.

                                                 [ _Exeunt._

                 _Enter  +Que en+ and+Ascanio+ . _ 

    +Q uee n.+  Iami n fo rm'd, my lord , that  y ou have  bu siness, 
   A nd'ti sof moment ?

    + As c. +Gr eat  as t h at of Na tu re' s   In h e r most  migh ty w or k, Cre ation. F or t opr eser vefr om di ssol u tio n equal s
    The  gi f t of  o ur  firstbeing. Not to  h old
    Yo ur  ma jestyi n  riddles , 'tis to beg
    Yourp ardon f ora sol dier  doom'd t o d ie;
   I n evitab ly doo m'd,un les s yourm e rc y
  Step betw e e n h im an ddeat h.

   +Queen.+ My lord, weuse
    T' ex ami ne w e l lthe fa c t f or whi c h  he is
    To s uffer, ere  w e  p ardon. The r e b ecrimes    Ofthatb lack qu ality whi ch oftenma kes  M ercy seemcruel.
    +Asc. +  That ' sthe f ear  which  f rig hts
   Met o t his p alenes s:  sure,  hiscr ime is g reat;
    But fondly I,  presu mingonthe servi ce  My fortun e la tely
 you_shall count_that hour your happiest._ __ __  _  _  [_Exeunt._

 _  __            _Enter +Browfildora+_and_+Oniate+._

 ___+Oni.+ This is a challenge!_Prythee, my small friend,
 _ _May not a man take th' height of_my_lord's spirit,
 _  Looking on thee?

    +Brow.+_Pray, sir, leave off your mirth,
_  _And_write_my lord your answer.

_   +Oni.+ Little sir,
_   I never learnt_that pretty quality:
    I_cannot write; only by word of_mouth----

    +Brow.+_Your place,_sir?

    +Oni.+_The market-place.

 _ _+Brow.+ 'Tis fantastic:_and my lord will take it_ill.
  _ Your weapons, sir.

  __+Oni.+ Two English_mastiffs,_which
_ _ Are yet_but_whelps, and_not_transported hither:
    So_that_the time will be, I know not_when.

   _+Brow.+_Your sport is dangerous._If my lord forgive you,
_   I must resent_th' affront_as to_myself,
    And will expect a most severe account.

_   +Oni.+ Thou less,_though[284] angrier, thing than_wasp, farewell.

__  __ _      _ _     _   __     _     _    ___    _     _  _ [_Exeunt._

     __     __     ___Enter_+Queen+ and +Ascanio+._

  _ +Queen.+ I am inform'd, my_lord, that you have business,
    And_'tis of moment?

_   +Asc.+ Great_as_that_of Nature's
    In her most mighty work,_Creation.
 _  For_to preserve from dissolution equals
    The gift_of our first being. Not to hold
_   Your majesty in riddles, 'tis to beg
 _  Your pardon for a soldier doom'd_to die;
    Inevitably doom'd,_unless your mercy
 __ Step between him and death.

 ___+Queen.+_My lord, we_use
  _ T' examine_well the_fact for which_he is
_  _To_suffer, ere we pardon. There be crimes
    Of that black quality which often makes
 _  Mercy seem cruel.

 _  +Asc.+ That's the_fear_which frights
 _  Me to_this paleness: sure, his crime is great;
 _  But fondly I, presuming on the service
__ _My fortune lately