_Rei_. Come be more temperd, you shall see from thys Sprynge pleasure that you wishe for. _Olyver_ Shall instantlye upbrayd false _Ganelon_ With _Rychards_ muche unworthynes. _Oli_. Thats decreed For in such tearms I meane to sett hym fourthe As shall even burst hys gall with agonye: Nay, it shall make hym never darre t'apeare Where men resorte, or knowe ought but hys feare. _Orl_. You have lardge promysses, but acts as slowe As dyalls hands that are not seene to goe. [_Exeunt_. [SCENE 3.] _Enter Didier with a letter_. _Did_. My cares & feares are past, but _Ganelons_ Thys letter woulde revyve if t'were reveald, Nay begett newe ones to hym of suche wayghte That he must synke beneathe theym. Thys I founde (Mongst other thyngs) in haplesse _Richards_ pockett When I interrd hym, subscribd by _Ganelon_, Whereby's owne hand would leade hym to the blocke Should I discover it; for heres contaynd The kyngs abuse & _Gabriellas_ whoreinge. But I am nowe beforehand: to hym selfe Ile give thys letter; so begett[101] in hym A fyrme beleife of myne integrytie Which nowe goes upryghte, does not halte betweene Preferment & disgrace; for, come what will, I am all _Ganelons_ & wilbe styll. _Enter Ganelon_. And see, he comes. My Lord-- _Gan_. O _Dydier_, Resolve me where & howe thou hast disposd The most false bodye of my falsest frende. _Did_. The ravenous earthe, that eatts what it hathe fedd, Hathe swallowd it. _Gan_. But where? what peice of earthe Couldst thou fynde badd enough to hyde hys bones. If in some flowrye meade th'ast hym interrd The poyson of hys synns will choake the sprynge, And, if thou hast not layd hym deepe enoughe, Corrupt the ayre & cause a generall plauge. _Did_. Bothe those are, Sir, prevented by the dytche, Whose deepe banks seeme to be halfe bottomlesse, Where he is layd a rottinge. _Gan_. Without all helpe! counsayle in thys were daungerous. _Did_. Sir, I was fryer & clarke & all my selfe; None mournd but nyghte, nor funerall tapers bore But erringe starres. _Gan_. And they did erre indeed To shewe their lights at hys curst funerall. Did not a dog bewray thee? _Did_. Baw, waw, waw! Sir, troble not your selfe With any doute oth' secrecye was usd In actinge your comand. And, Sir, because I will not have it rest within my power At anye tyme to wronge or to traduce Your honour by a probable suspytion, Receyve thys letter which atts buryall I founde in's pockett. Sir, it might concerne you, [_Give the letter & Ganelon reads_. And deeplye toe, if it should be reveald. --It calls up all hys bloode into hys face And muche dystempers hym. _Gan_. Deathe! I am lost in treason: my fordgd hand Hathe whored my liveinge syster & displays All my basse plotts agaynst the emperoure. By heaven tys false, fordgd, false as heresye! _Did_. How! a fordgd hand?