Friend Valentine, a word. My ears are stopt and cannot hear good news, So much of bad already hath possess'd them. For they are harsh, untuneable and bad. Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished. Besides, her intercession chafed him so, When she for thy repeal was suppliant, That to close prison he commanded her, With many bitter threats of biding there.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Bid him make haste and meet me at the North-gate. The blackest news that ever thou heardest. Why, as black as ink. Let me read them. I will try thee.