Edg. Haile gentle Sir
Gent. Sir, speed you: what's your will?
Edg. Do you heare ought (Sir) of a Battell toward
Gent. Most sure, and vulgar:
Euery one heares that, which can distinguish sound
Edg. But by your fauour:
How neere's the other Army?
Gent. Neere, and on speedy foot: the maine descry
Stands on the hourely thought
Edg. I thanke you Sir, that's all
Gent. Though that the Queen on special cause is here
Her Army is mou'd on.
Enter.
Edg. I thanke you Sir
Glou. You euer gentle Gods, take my breath from me,
Let not my worser Spirit tempt me againe
To dye before you please
Edg. Well pray you Father
Glou. Now good sir, what are you?
Edg. A most poore man, made tame to Fortunes blows
Who, by the Art of knowne, and feeling sorrowes,
Am pregnant to good pitty. Giue me your hand,
Ile leade you to some biding