[SCENE 3.]
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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.
[Exit.