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SCENE 2d.

Enter Morgan Earl of London, Lacy Earl of Kent, with Miles Forrest.
Mor.
My Lord of Kent, your Honor knows my mind,
That ever have, and still do honour you,
Accounting it my Daughter's happiness,
(Amidst her other infelicities)
That you vouchsafe to love her as you do:
How gladly I would grant your Lordships suite,
The Heavens can witness, which with ruthless eares
Have often heard my yet unpittied Plaints;
And could I find some means for her recovery,
None but your self should have her to your Wife,

Lacy.
My Lord of London, now long time it is
Since Lacy first was suiter to your Daughter,
The farirest Honorea, in whose eyes
Honor it self in Love's sweet bosome lyes:
What shall we say, or seem to strive with heaven,
Who speechless sent her first into the world;
In vain it is for us to think to loose
That which by Natures self we see is bound:
Her beauty, with her other vertues joyn'd,
Are gifts sufficient, though she want a tongue;
And some will count it Vertue in a woman
Still to be bound to un-offending Silence;
Though I could wish with half of all my Lands,
That she could speak: but since it may not be,
'Twere vain to imprison Beauty with her speech.

For.
Have you not heard (my Lords) the wondrous fame.
Of holy Dunston, Abbot of Glassenbury,
What miracles he hath atchieved of late,
And how the rood of Dovercott did speak,
Confirming his opinion to be true,
And how the holy Consistory fell.
With all the Monks that were assembled there,
Saving one beam, whereon this Dunston sate,
And other more such miracles as these.
They say he is of such religious life,
That Angels often use to talk with him,
And tell to him the secrets of the Heavens.
No question, if your Honors would but try,
He could procure my Lady for to speak.

Mor.
Believe me Forrest, thou hast well advised,
For I have heard of I to much talk of him.

Lacy.
Is not that Dunston he, who check'd the King
About his privy dealing with the Nun,
And made him to do pennance for the fault?

Mor.
The same is he, for whom I streight will send
Miles Forrest shall in poste to Glassenbury,
And gently, pray the Abbot for my sake
To come to London: sure I hope the Heavens
Have ordain'd Dunston to do Morgan good.

Lacy.
Let us dispatch him thither presently,
For I my self will stay for his return.
And see some end or other ere I go.

Mor.
Come then Lord Lacy, Forrest come away.

Exeunt.