The first part of
Our seruants, and our tenants taking parts,
Many on both sides hurt: and for an houre
The broyle by no meanes could be pacified,
Vntill the Iudges rising from the bench,
Were in their persons forc'de to part the fray.
CobhamI hope no man was violently slaine.
PowisFaith none I trust, but the lord Herberts selfe,
Who is in truth so dangerously hurt,
As it is doubted he can hardly scape.
CobhamI am sory, my good lord, of these ill newes.
PowisThis is the cause that driues me into Kent,
To shrowd my selfe with you so good a friend,
Vntill I heare how things do speed at home.
CobhamYour lordship is most welcome vnto Cobham,
But I am very sory, my good lord,
My name was brought in question in this matter,
Considering I haue many enemies,
That threaten malice, and do lie in waite
To take aduantange of the smallest thing.
But you are welcome, and repose your lordship,
And keepe your selfe here secret in my house,
Vntill we heare how the lord Herbert speedes:
Here comes my man. Enter Harpoole.
Sirra, what newes?
HarpooleYonders one maister Butler of the priuie chamber, is sent vnto you from the King.
PowisI pray God the lord Herbert be not dead, and the King hearing whither I am gone, hath sent for me.
Cob.Comfort your selfe my lord, I warrant you.
HarpooleFellow, what ailes thee? doost thou quake? dost thou shake? dost thou tremble? ha?
Cob.Peace you old foole, sirra, conuey this gentleman in the backe way, and bring the other into the walke.
HarpooleCome sir. you are welcome, if you loue my lorde.
PowisGod haue mercy gentle friend. exeunt.
Cob.I thought as much, that it would not be long before I
