Hel.
That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you,
One of the greatest in the Christian world
Shall be my surety; 'fore ^note whose throne 'tis needful,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel:

Time was, I did him a desired office,
Dear almost as his life; which ^note gratitude
Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth,
And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd
His Grace is at ^note Marseilles ^note; to which place
We have convenient convoy. You must know,
I am supposed dead: the army breaking,
My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding,
And by the leave of my good lord the king,
We'll be before our welcome.

Wid.
Gentle madam,
You never had a servant to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.

Hel.
Nor you ^note, mistress,
Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompense your love: doubt not' but heaven
Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower,
As it hath fated her to be my motive
And helper to a husband. But, O strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
When saucy trusting of ^note the cozen'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night: so lust doth play
With what it loathes for that which is away.
But more of this hereafter. You, Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.

Dia.
Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.

Hel.
Yet, I pray you:

But with the word ^note the time will bring on summer,
When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp. We must away ^note;
Our waggon is prepared, and time revives ^note us:
All's well that ends well: still the fine's ^note the crown;
Whate'er the course ^note, the end is the renown. [Exeunt. ^note

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