I did but begg a curtesie of a chambermaide, and she laughd at me!

Againe, I stand heere To lay my own life downe, please his high Maiesty To take it: for what's lost his fate to fall Was fortune de la guerre, & at the feete Of his most royal Maiesty & at yours (My Princely Lords & Judges) low as th'earth I throw my wretched selfe & begg his mercy.