s; so that if I doe not sweate I shall scratche the skynne
from myne elbowes.

_Gab_. Then to further your sweatinge take paynes with thys letter; tell
noble _Richard_, the sonne of _Aimon_, your master sente it, but doe not
tell your master I imployd you. Take this rewarde and deale wiselye.

_Fue_. As wisely as my blewe coate will suffer me.

[_Exe_.

_Act 4_.

[SCENE I.]

_Enter Richard readinge a letter_.

_Rich. [Read] Myne enemyes have labord much, but my worst afflyctyon is
thy lamented absence which may endanger us alyke. There is no means to
prevent all evyls but the injoyinge of my sister Gabriella: therefore
force in thy selfe an affectyon. She may otherwise growe discontent and
trooble us with her mallyce. Therefore preserve thy selfe and me
together, who am thy best on earthe: Ganelon_.

Thys letter sente me by my dearest frende
Like spells and witchcraft dothe amaze my brayne.
He urdges me to love where a dothe knowe
I can by no meanes fancye; yet tys so,
Our safties doe compell it, & to that
I must of force bowe, teachinge my harde harte
To seme most softe when tys most hard[e]ned.

_Enter Turpin_.

_Tur_. Where is pryncelye _Richard_?

_Ric_. Here, reverend lorde.

_Tur_. The kynge comands your presence, O deare Sir,
I am orejoyd in your most brave advauncments.
Why, you are now the fayrest stare[94] in _Fraunce_.

_Rich_. I doe not understand your reverence.

_Tur_. The emperour will make my meanyng playne.
... ... ... day Cunstable of _Fraunce_,
Countye _Poyteirs_, marquysse of _Sallun_,
And grand le seignior of the ordnance.

_Ric_. Theise are the dignities of noble _Ganelon_!

_Tur_. But these shall all be _Richards_.

_Ric_. Heaven forbydd!
I will not weare the garments of my frende.

_Tur_. O doe not say so; they are forfayted roabs
And never did become hys policie.

_Ric_. Good Sir, be charytable.

_Tur_. Indeede I am,
But thys dothe least concerne me. Sir, I knowe
The emperoure expects you.

_Enter La Fue_.

_Ric_. I will attend hym.--O y'are happylie mett.
My urgent busynes maks my languadge shorte:
Comend me to thy master, give hym thys, [_Gives letters and money_.
Thys to the fayrest _Gabrielle_; thys
Your selfe may drynke at your best leasure. [_Ex. Richard_.

_Fue_. Why, so thys goulde has made my choller as colde as snowe watter.
I had thought to have whysteld hym a braule[95] for mak