Lightly it comes, and it shall lightly flie;
Whilst colours hold, such presents cannot die.
[_Exeunt omnes_.[186]
[SCENE 3.]
_Enter Reinaldo, Alfred, and Albert_.
_Alb_. But this is strange, that I should meet your[187] honour
So farre from Court; pray whither were you riding?
_Alf_. Unto your mannor; heard you not the newes?
_Alb_. What newes?
_Alf_. This morning, by the breake of day,
His excellence sent to me by a post
Letters, by which the pillars of the state
Should be assembled to a Parliament,
Which he intends, my Lords, to hold in _Meath_.
_Alb_. When, if it please your honor?
_Alf_. Instantly,
With all the haste that winged time can make.
_Albert_. Sooner the better; tis like the realmes affaires
Are of some weight.
_Alb_. I will bee there to night,
And so I take my leave.
_Reinal_. We take our leaves.
[_Exit Albert and Reinaldo_.
_Alf_. Farewell, my honor'd friend.--
There is within my braine a thousand wiles
How I may heape up riches; O the sight,
Of a gold shining Mountaine doth exceede:
Silver is good, but in respect of gold
Thus I esteeme it.
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