_Rich_. Tys put to tryall; but I doe suspecte Theire whysprynge plotts. Thys equall hazard may Shadowe the meanynge of some certayne danger, The rather synce _Reinaldo_ seconds it. I must see _Ganelon_ & speake theise douts: This quarrell most concerns hym, for the wronge And capytall abuse toucht onlye hym. I gave a constant promyse never more To vyssytt hym without the emperours leave, And yet I will adventure. He may guesse At secrett workings & confyrme my feare. Thys nighte I will adventure, & obay As he shall fashyion me to meete or stay. [_Ex_. _Actus 5_. [SCENE 1.] _Enter Eldegrade & Didier_. _Eld_. What, have you vyssyted my greived sonne? _Did_. Madam, I have. _Eld_. And you are reconcyld? you see hys harte Is made of meltinge waxe & not of marble. Faythe, twas a harde parte; you have brought us lowe, Lowe as the earthe we treade on, but Ile ceasse Further reitteratyon: synce hees pleasd To burye all, I wilbe patyent; You knowe I ever lovd you & you have Doone me most worthye, honest offyces. _Did_. And many more will dedycatt unto you; My lorde & I am reconcyld at full And have disburdend all our greivances. I doe confes I was bewytcht with fate But will redeeme myne error; synce I knowe He loves me nowe more then he did before, I will deserv't so bravely you shall call And sweare I am a noble instrument. _Eld_. You trust hys protestatyons then? _Did_. Madam, or ells I were an Infidell. [_Eld_.] ... ... ... ... ... And I could chyde my love that pytties you. He dothe dissemble with you; you are lost. Of myne owne knowlege he hathe layd suche baytts You cannot live twoe howers. Goe where you will, He hathe a plott that haunts you. If you can Fynde for your selfe any preventyon, Use it with quycke indevor; for I knowe The thunder speaks that presentlye will splytt you. _Did_. You doe amaze me. _Eld_. And like the chaesd Roe stand in that amaze Tyll the hounds catche you. What I speake Is to prevent your present tragedye And to blott murder from my _Ganelon_. Be wise. [_Ex. Eldegrad_. _Did_. Am I then noosd! will styll my villanous wytts Betray me to mysfortune, am I lymed! What shall I doe? flight will not nowe avayle me. I knowe hys projects like hys mallyce runns To everye place of hoped securytie. I have't: thys key, which I have choycelye kepte (Longe synce by me most fynelye counterfaytt) Enters hys chambers & hys cabanett And everye place retyrd. I am resolvde; Thoughe I had thousand ways to scape besyde, Yet I will stay onlye to murther hym. Within hys lodginge will I hyde me safe, And when sleepe lulls hym--farwell _Ganelon_! He shall not outlive mydnyght: here Ile lye, And thoughe I followe nexte thys lorde shall dye. [_Hydes hym_. _Enter Ganelon_.