_Fue_. I scorne to tell thee or to talke with thee; And yet a woulde speake with thee,--and yet I will not tell thee; Thou shalt shortlye knowe thou hadst bene better-- I say no more; though my deserts be hydd My adge is not, for I neare weare a hatt; And that shalbe ballast to my complaynte To make it goe more steadye to thy ruyne. It shall, dost heare, it shall. [_Exit Fue_. _Did_. Hence, chollerycke foole, Thy threats to me are like the kyngs desyer, As uneffectuall[85] as the gloawormes fyer. _Loude musique. Enter Charlimayne, Bishop Turpin, Ganelon, Richard, Theodora, Gabriella, and attendants_. _Charl_. This musyque is to[o] dull to mix it selfe With the full Joy I tast. O _Ganelon_, Teache me a meanes t'expresse the gratytude I owe thy vertues for thys royall matche, Whereby me thynks my ice is tournd to fyer, My earthe to ayre; those twoe base elements Can challendge nothinge in my composition, As thou and _Theodora_ now have made me: For whiche be thou our lorde greate Cunstable. _Did_.--Observe. _Bus_.--Matters to make me mourne eternallye. _Gan_. Your bountye speaks you, sir, a god on earthe, For you rewarde a service that's so meane It scarce speaks dutye (for you are my emperoure)-- _Charl_. Tys thou hast made me greater then my name ... ... ... ... ... How mysserablye so ere our nature maks Us thynke a happynes, was a greate burthen, But nowe tys all the heaven I wishe to knowe; For Tyme (whose ende like hys originall Is most inscrutable) hathe nowe payde backe The sapp of fortie winters to theise veanes, Which he had borrowed to mayntayne hys course From these late dead now manlye facultyes. Kysse me, _Theodora_. Gods, carouse your fyll, I envye not your nectar; from thys lypp Puerer Nepenthe flowes. Some tryumphes, lords! I challendge all of you at Barryers. _Bus_. Alas, good man! A gawntletts wayght will presse him into cynders. _Char_. I am so rapt with pleasure and delighte I scarce thynke I am mortall; all the Joys, Wherewith heavens goodnes can inryche a man, Not onlye greete but dwell upon my sence, And whyles I see thee cannot stray from thence, Most excellent _Theodora_. _The_. Tys onlye your acceptance maks me so; For Butye's like a stone of unknowne worthe, The estymatyon maks it pretyous; For which the Jemes beholden to the owner.