The miserable Queene expecting still The Infants succour from Lapirus hand Who wants himselfe; it chanc'd through extreame want The youngest dyed, and this so neere his end That had not Shepheards happily passed by And on the Babe cast a compassionate eye, And snatch't the child out of the armes of death Where the sad mother left it, the same houre Had beene his grave that gives his life new power. Thus the distressed Queene to them unknowne Was as a Nurse receiv'd unto her owne. Whose sight Lapirus missing, having led The King her husband to this haplesse place, They all depart in extreame height of griefe To get unto their owne sad wants releefe. Exit.
Enter Roxano with his disguise in his hand.
Rox. This is the farther Lodge, the place of meeting; The houre scarce come yet--well--I was not borne to this, There's not a hayre to chuse betwixt me and a Pander in this case, shift it off as well as I can: I doe envie this fellowes happinesse now; and could cut his rhroate at pleasure: I could ene gnaw feathers now to thinke of his downie felicity. I that could never aspire above a dayrie wench, the very creame of my fortunes; that he should bathe in Nectar, and I most unfortunate in Buttermilke, this is good dealing now, is't?
Enter Mazeres musing.
Maz. Ile have some other, for he must not live.
Rox. Who's this? my Lord Mazeres discontent! H' has beene to seeke me twice, and privately, I wonder at the businesse; I'me no Statesman; If I be, tis more than I know; I protest therefore I dare not call it in question; what should he make with me?