Gon. Hola, hola,
That eye that told you so, look'd but a squint
Rega. Lady I am not well, else I should answere
From a full flowing stomack. Generall,
Take thou my Souldiers, prisoners, patrimony,
Dispose of them, of me, the walls is thine:
Witnesse the world, that I create thee heere
My Lord, and Master
Gon. Meane you to enioy him?
Alb. The let alone lies not in your good will