'fore noble Lucius Present yourself, desire his service, tell him wherein you're happy,--which you'll make him know, If that his head have ear in music,--doubtless With joy he will embrace you, for he's honourable And doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad, You have me, rich; and I will never fail Beginning nor supplyment. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away: There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even All that good time will give us: this attempt I am soldier to, and will abide it with A prince's courage. Away, I prithee. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell, Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Here is a box; I had it from the queen: What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this Will drive away distemper. To some shade, And fit you to your manhood. May the gods Direct you to the best! Amen: I thank thee. Thus far; and so farewell. Thanks, royal sir. My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence; And am right sorry that I must report ye My master's enemy. Our subjects, sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself To show less sovereignty than they, must needs Appear unkinglike. So, sir: I desire of you A conduct over-land to Milford-Haven. Madam, all joy befal your grace! And you! My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit. So farewell, noble Lucius. Your hand, my lord. Receive it friendly; but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Sir, the event Is yet to name the winner: fare you well. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, Till he have cross'd the Severn. Happiness! He goes hence frowning: but it honours us That we have given him cause. 'Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness: The powers that he already hath in Gallia Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves His war for Britain. 'Tis not sleepy business; But must be look'd to speedily and strongly. Our expectation that it would be thus Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd Before the Roman, nor to