sse valewe. Here's my crowne,
And but for thys I were not _Charlymayne_.

_Turp_. Alas, tys she maks hym not _Charlymayne_!

_Char_. Comaund some musique. Everye man departe,

[_Exe. Bus. and attend[ants]. Soft musique_.

But _Turpin_ and my sister. Heavye sleepe
Presses me to her bossome; gentyll sweete,
Let me not hurte thy goodnes, for my rest
Shall but like softe ayre gentlye cover thee.
[_Sleepes on her bosome_.

_Turp_. What, madam? is he salve a sleepe?

_Gab_. Most soundlye, Sir: sadnes from hys soule
Hath charmd hys sence with slumber.

_Turp_. Then, if it please your goodnes to withdrawe
And fytt hys hyhgnes chamber, I will watche
And call you at hys wakynge.

_Gab_. Willinglye. [_Ex. Gabriella_.

_Turp_. I have not seene so stronge a fytt as thys,
It is beyond all fevers; for thys feynde,
Thys most mallygnant spyrritt called love,
Raynes in him above wonder, nay above
Th'accounte of learnynge or experyence.
I've reade in younger studyes there are charmes,
Spells and devysses to comand men's harts;
That charracters and imadges and scrolles
Can even bynd the soule to servytude.
It may be that's wrought on the emperoure.
I know the hate of _Ganelon_ to be
A myne of all deceytfull polycie,
And thys affectyon thus unnaturall,
Can but have such a father. Suer Ile trye,
If I can fynde the carryage. Pardon me, deathe,
That I thys once ryffell thy treasurye.
Theres nothynge heare conceald but deathe and colde
And emptye sylence, no companyon.
What, shall I then leave of? My harte says noe;
Ile yet breake ope another cabanett.
Nay, I must parte your lipps; the mouthe, they say,
Harbors most oft weomen's corruptyons:
You cannot byte me, madam. Ha, whats thys?
A rynge!
A very curyous rynge, a dayntye ringe
Hydd underneathe her tonge. Blesse me, fate!
Somethynge depends uppon it: what it is
I will aprove and be the treasurer.

_Enter Gabriella_.

_Gab_. Howe nowe, my Lorde? awaks the emperour?

[_Char. stirrs_.

_Turp_. I sawe him move even now: agayne he styrrs.
Good sweete, excuse me: when a dothe awake
I will retourne imedyatlye.
[_Exit Turp_.

_Gab_. I will.

_Char_. Hey ho!
Who waytts without? dothe nobodye attend?
... ... pleasure ... ... ... ... ...
Ha!
Woman's attendaunce? in the name of chaunge
When did _Charles_ use such frayltie? Men at armes
Did ever guarde me: am I