_Gan_. Faythe to be playne And not to wrong the love, which I have founde Ever in thee, with any further doute, My love would have thee call a kynge thy sonne And gett him of my sister. Startst thou backe? Come, I doe knowe thou lovest her with thy soule And has syght for her often. Now enjoy, And doe not stande amazd: if thou refuse, Then my hopes like the flower of flaxe receyve Their byrthe and grave together; for by heaven To be made monarke of the unyverse And lorde of all claspt in the seagods armes, I would not have her toucht unlesse by thee: And if the thoughts of men were scrutable To man and mongst men might be knowne to me, The foole that should attempt her but in thoughte [Could]e better hand-bounde wrastell with the sea. ... ... ... ... ... But yet my love doth offer her to thee, And tys rejected. _Rich_. You mistake me, sweete: I am all yours and what you shall thynke fytt Ile cease to questyon, yet my contyence calls It a disloyall and a monstrous fact. _Gan_. Tutt, a prosperous synne is nowe a vertuous acte; Let not that starte you. _Rich_. I am confyrm'd, but yet the Emp[e]resse-- _Gan_. Why, knowe not I howe deare she valewes you, And but for thys hope would not live an hower. Come, her consent shall flye to meet your wishes And locke you in saftie. In the nexte roome Stay me a littill.--Now my projects goe [_Exit Richard_. Uprighte and steddye. Let me style my selfe (And proudlye too) the mynion of the fates. The emperoure knytts newe honors to my house, Whylst to my bloode I seeke to bynde hys crowne And cheate hys lawfull heyre; and synce the lawe Makes all legitimate in wedlocke borne, By whom so ere begott, the way is even Unto my future blysse and earthlye heaven.-- And see howe luckily this fellow comes! Happynes courtts me. _Enter Didier_. _Did_. My most honoured lord. _Gan_. O _Didier_, the famous nephewe unto _Charles_, The onlye heyre and hope of fruytfull _Fraunce_, Famous _Orlando_, is returninge home. _Did_. So tys given out. _Gan_. But might there not be somethynge given the prynce To stay hys journey? Ile be playne with thee, For thy knowne love is worthye all my trust: He is an envyous torrent interposd Twixte me and many honors, _Didier_, And since unpassable must be choakt with earthe. Thou understandst me? _Did_. Yes, sir, a must dye. _Gan_. And in his journey homewarde. A smale drame Will purdge hys soule away, & twilbe thoughte Some of the rebells in these frontyre townes, By him reducst to false obedyence, Have, in revendge o'the servytude wherein Hys sworde hathe fyxte them, doone't; so not so much As bare suspytion ever will attache thee. _Did_. I'm glad y'ave named me in't; I was afrayde I should have beene lefte out in that brave acte, Whereto my proper hate unto _Orlando_ And love to you entyce me equallye.