Clot. Senselesse? Not so

Mes. So like you (Sir) Ambassadors from Rome;

The one is Caius Lucius

Cym. A worthy Fellow,

Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

But that's no fault of his: we must receyue him

According to the Honor of his Sender,

And towards himselfe, his goodnesse fore-spent on vs

We must extend our notice: Our deere Sonne,

When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris,

Attend the Queene, and vs, we shall haue neede

T' employ you towards this Romane.

Come our Queene.

Exeunt.

Clot. If she be vp, Ile speake with her: if not

Let her lye still, and dreame: by your leaue hoa,

I know her women are about her: what

If I do line one of their hands, 'tis Gold

Which buyes admittance (oft it doth) yea, and makes

Diana's Rangers false themselues, yeeld vp

Their Deere to'th' stand o'th' Stealer: and 'tis Gold

Which makes the True-man kill'd, and saues the Theefe:

Nay, sometime hangs both Theefe, and True-man: what

Can it not do, and vndoo? I will make

One of her women Lawyer to me, for

I yet not vnderstand the case my selfe.

By your leaue.

Knockes.

Enter a Lady.

La. Who's there that knockes?

Clot. A Gentleman

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