Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two attendants
But this exceeding posting day and night Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it: But since you have made the days and nights as one, To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Be bold you do so grow in my requital As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;
Enter a Gentleman
This man may help me to his majesty's ear, If he would spend his power. God save you, sir.
I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen From the report that goes upon your goodness; An therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to The use of your own virtues, for the which I shall continue thankful.
That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king, And aid me with that store of power you have To come into his presence.
All's well that ends well yet, Though time seem so adverse and means unfit. I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
I do beseech you, sir, Since you are like to see the king before me, Commend the paper to his gracious hand, Which I presume shall render you no blame But rather make you thank your pains for it. I will come after you with what good speed Our means will make us means.
And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again. Go, go, provide.