now forsooke?

_Enter Richard, La Busse and attendants_.

O you are wellcome. Ha! what creature's thys?
Deathe coopeld to my bossome, to my chayre?
What traytor shewd thys embleme? Why my age
Did neare forgett mortallytie, nor hathe
The wantonst thought in prynces made me looke
Beyond the hower of deathe. Let me viewe her.

_Rich_.--Here's a chaunge; he wilbe _Charles_ agayne.

_Bus_.--Why, thys maks althyngs more myraculous.

_Char_. Tys the dead Empresse! In the name of healthe
Who plact her bodye here?

_Rich_. Onlye your maiestye,
From strengthe of whose imbrace not anye tonge
Had power to drawe her.

_Char_. Gentyll coosse,
Doe not take judgment from me: in my mynde
Was never fyxte a frantycke passyon.
But more of that hereafter: take it hence
And let the ladyes guarde it tyll it be
Interrd with publique sollempe obsequy.

[_Attendants, La Busse and Gab. carie away the dead_.

Where is Orlando my renowned nephewe?

_Rich_. Without, attendinge your hye pleasure.

_Char_. Good coosse, intreate hys presence that hys face
May blesse an ould man's eie sight. O tys he [_Exit Rich_.
Hathe brought to _Fraunce_ her wishes in suche wreathes
Of uncompared conquests that it bends
With weaknes of requyttall. Here he comes!

_Enter Orlando, Reinaldo, Oliver, Richard and Didier,
Attend[ants]_.

O my best souldier, wellcome! I growe younge
With thynkinge of thy gloryes. Wellcome, coosse,
Wellcome, renowned _Oliver_, wellcome all!
But thou, myne eagle, wellcome as my healthe!
Th'ast brought me peace, the braunche of hapynes.

_Orl_. The good that I have doone, Sir, is without me
And I partake not of it, but within me
I bringe and beare more mysseryes then would
Unpeople your whole kyngdome.

_Char_. Whats the matter?

_Orl_. Sir, to let passe somethynge without your power
Nowe to be remedyed, I am persuaded
(Thoughe I persuade my selfe to littill purposse)
To tell you of a practyse gainst my life
By _Ganelon_.

_Char_. Call hym; you shall be hearde,
You are to me toe pretyous to take wronge.
Yet, nephewe, be advisd, for you doe knowe
That indyrect surmyses more abuse
And in that strange abuse more deeplye wounde
An inocent brest then proves a guyltie one.

_Orl_. Sir, I best knowe howe muche abusses wounde
An inocent brest: myne keepes a register
With corsives charactred on everye syde
Of the griefe drinkinge pap[er]. But I say,
Were _Ganelon_ here--

_Enter Ganelon_.