uch as see hym; and withall
You must imediatlye attend his hyghnes.

_Rich_. I am hys servant.
[_Ex. Tur., Rich_.

_Gan_. Tyll nowe I neare felt thunder, I am strooke
To deathe with mans soft languadge. Come away:
Tyll nowe I neare saw trulye a sadd day.

[_Ex. Can., La Busse_.

_Orl_. Wherefore did the angrye emperour
Degrade thys merrye lorde? To pleasure me,
Did he not, cossen?

_Rei_. Yes, to satisfye
The wronge he did in plottinge of your deathe.

_Orl_. He did so, righte, but tys as fruytlesse all
As catchynge of the moone: tys past mans power
To take away my cursse of destenye.

_Oli_. Tys that opynion multyplyes your cursse.

_Orl_. Had any man but such a slave as I
Look't to have tryumphd in hys base dejection
And he should have beene glutted with hys fortunes,
Whylst I and all the projects I can make
Cannot (with fortunes leave) gett a good dreame.

_Rei_. Doe not so blame your fortunes, worthye cossen:
You have in many actyons prosperd well.

_Orl_. Good, doe not studye how to flatter me;
I am in althyngs most unfortunate.
Witnes my fyrst love to _Angellica_,
... ... ... my cursse ... ... ...
My manye shypwracks, my halfe combattings,
Charmes and inchauntments or whatever ells
Can breake the harte of resolutyon.

_Rei_. What say you to your conquests?

_Orl_. Tut, in thosse
Fortune did never medle: honor there
Served in her person, not by substytute.
Instead of which pore blessinge not a day
Hathe hapned synce without some mysserye.
Wheres now my hope of byrthrighte, where all _Fraunce_?
Drownd in the cradle of a chamber groome.
And now, just now, resolveinge to aflycte
That myserable lorde, he doth dispyse
Me & hys shame, because in me it lyes.
By heaven I will release hym!

_Rei_. Nothinge so:
Pray leave thys angrye moode and followe me;
Ile add a torment to hys mysserye.

[_Exe_.

[SCENE 2.]

_Enter Eudon, Eldegrade, Bertha & Gabrielle_.

_Eud_. Ile sooner shrynke back when my lifes assaulted
Then when my promyse shalbe claymd (good madam).
I promysd to your lorde that _Bertha_ here,
My daughter, should be marryed to hys sonne,
And Ile perform't; for onlye to that ende
I've brought her nowe.

_Eld_. And, Sir, tis noblye doone;
I knowe the matche is more desyred by hym
Then the kyngs favors, which at thys tyme he
Is laboringe to recover, but's retourne
I knowe