_Orl_. O my most sacred lorde, I bring you here The worlds extreamest monster, suche a man Whose ills exceede the lawes inventyon. Fyrst looke on thys, the fayre & comelye braunche Of _Aimons_ noble famylie; then on theise, His fayrest syster & hys dearest mother (O heaven that I should name that dreadfull name In such a case as murder!) all by hym And hys right hand, with thys ill mans advyse, Murderd unjustlye. _Rei_. To which I adde Treasons of daunger & of hye disgrace Bothe to your crowne & person; and thoughe they Myght glutt the lawe, yet my brothers blood And theise twoe inocentts, I hope, will pleade Dyvorce of all repryvall. _Oli_. Lastlye I With theys stronge proofs, cannot be argued of, Confyrme all past denyall; hys owne hand Here of thys pap[er] maks a regyster [_Gives the letter_. Of myscheives above wonder. Who reads thys, Thoughe flynte, must melt in pyttie. _Bus_. Dye all my hopes, & in thys masse of shame Be buryed both my memorye & name. [_Ex. La Busse_. _Gan_. What a lardge passage or cyrcompherence Theise prynces make to come unto the way Which lyes before theire nosses! tys lost wytt To seeke an engyne for the desperatt, Why, deathes in all he looks on; but to hope Saftye were more then dyetye[105] can promysse. Let it suffyce all's true, & thus I rest: If I dye once, not ever, I am blest. _Char_. I am amazd: what I have reade & heard Tournes me like _Gorgon_ into senclessnes. He speaks heare of a rynge, a wytchcraft rynge, By which I was inchaunted to hys syster. Where is that damned juell? _Tur_. Here in my safe possessyon, thys is it, Which at her deathe, lodgd underneathe her tonge, I found by carefull searche. Good deare sir, keepe it And hencefourthe onlye love your royall selfe. The spell is past example, & hys synne Can onlye ballance downe the wyckednes. _Gan_. Butt I confes it, & the sorcerrer That made it I did murder conynglye, And at her deathe had I recompast it, I had beene kynge of _Fraunce_. Thys noble knave Was pryvie to the passadge. _Did_. Tys toe late Nowe to denye it: deathe never bryngs hys smarte But when a strycks gaynst lawe or gaynst desarte. _Char_. Away with them, & see theym presentlye Broken uppon the wheele. [_Ex. Gan. Did. & guard_. Nephewe, for you I give you freelye here the realme of _Spayne_ And all domynions in it; for your guarde Ten thousand of our best _Frenche_ gentyllmen. And wishe your fortunes like your valure be The best of everye lived posterytie. _Orl_. Sir[106], you doe bynde me to eternall servyce Bothe in your love & justyce, for we fynde Th'instructyons that on evyll men depends Is to compare theire projects with theire ends. [_Exe_. FINIS. [Greek: Telos] Terminat hora diem, terminat Author opus. Nella [Greek: ph d ph n r] la B.[107] INTRODUCTION TO THE HISTORY OF _THE TRYALL OF CHEVALRY_.