gyrle. There is not the malytious creature
nowe liveinge, no, not a venemous and craftie stepdame, nor a
tale-carr[y]inge, truthe-pervertinge gossypp cann make theire seedes
of enmytie poyson the love of parentts, husbands, neighbours or good
fellowshypp sooner or more effectuallye then I will crosse theire
frendshypp. But to better purpose--

_Gab_. Peace, no more: here comes the aged byshopp
The kyngs inamord darlinge.

_Enter Turpin_.

_Tur_. Best ladye, well encounterd: howe runns chaunce
With your deare sonne, my good lord _Ganelon_?

_Eld_. Better then envye wishes, gratyous sir.
Lost from the courte he left behynde hym there
All cares and all vexatyons: nowe he sleepes,
Eats, drynks and laughes, and, but when he dothe sweate,
Moves not hys hatt tyll bedd tyme; dothe not fawne,
Nor croutche, nor crynge, nor startche his countenance;
Is not tane up with other mens affayres
But onlye looks to's owne comodytie.

_Tur_. Hys chaunge was passynge happye then, it seemes.

_Gab_. Bothe for hymselfe and hys; for, greate sir, nowe
He onlye wayts on hys partycullar,
Seeks from a cuntrye comonwealth to rayse
All hys to cuntrye fortunes; which, they say,
Is safest, surest, and least envyed.

_Tur_. Why, prettie Ladye, you'le not leave the courte?

_Eld_. Yes, gratyous lorde; I'me sent to bringe her thence.
Our pore retyred famylie must plante
Theire braunches in the broade ayre, not be plashd[91]
Or propt agaynst the walls of pallaces.

_Tur_. I doe comend your tempers, but, madam, tys
Hys highnes pleasure, for some spetyall ende
Onlye to hym reveald, that instantlye
Your sonne repayre to'th courte, which I intreate
You will imparte unto hym.

_Eld_. Most willinglie;
Yet suer I knowe hys harte [is] settled there
Which to the courte is a contrarye spheare.

[_Ex. Eldegr. and Gab_.

_Tur_. Howe prettylie theise weomen can dissemble!
... ... ... ... ...
O tys a foule and damned sorcerye
And maks the best of wisdome and of men,
Of fame and fortytude, more loosse then ayre,
Foolishe as idyotts, basse as cowardysse.
Why I am even rackt with complyment
And torturde past all suffrance; age nor sexe
Houlde difference in thys incantatyon.
But I will trye it further, harke a comes;
Nowe must I passe the pike of lunacye.

_Enter Charlimayne, La Busse and Richard_.

_Char_. Come, come, my dearest; wherefore doe you starve
My quycke desyers with your so cruell absence?
I pray