Gan.  Verye good, Sir, Y’are wondrous merry.

Did.  Can you blame me, Sir, When I may treade upon myne enemye?  I am your condemd creature, I am lost.

Gan. ... ... ... ... ...  Howe camst thou hyther?

Did.  Why, looke you, Sir, by thys, [Shoes the key.  Thys that Ive kepte as a stronge cordyall Agaynst your vyllanyes.  Nay, behould it well, For as I live tys counterfayte.

Gan.  What a leaden-skulld slave he maks me.—­ Why, art thou doutfull of me? faythe I love thee.

Did.  Yes, as the devyll does freirs holye water. 
Come, I doe knowe your practyse gaynst my life,
And ment my selfe t’have easd myne injuryes;
But nowe thys act hathe given you to the lawe
And saved me from all daunger.

Gan.  What! that I
Have practysd gaynst thee! tys most damned false. 
I doe protest I love thee trulye, fullye. 
Come, let us joyne; my contyence says thou didst
But what was good & noble.

Did.  Nay, by’s lighte,
I make no suyte fort, tys at your free choyce. 
If I but chaunce to toule hys passinge bell
And give the parryshe notyce who is dead,
You know what tends the rumor.

Gan.  Come, no more;
I faythe I love thee dearelye, trust uppon’t;
And to abandon feare on eyther parte,
Give the dead carcasse lodginge in the ground: 
We bothe are safe & thys newe frendshypp sounde.

Did.  Once more Ile trust you. 
Come, then, my burthen, no, my wellcome taske. 
Howe prosperous villanye keepes all in awe: 
We are saved by that which glutts bothe deathe & lawe.

[Exe. with the dead.

[SCENE 2.]

Enter Oliver.

Oli.  The hower is past, the place & cyrcomstance
And all the formes of manhood(?) are expyrd,
And yet younge Richard comes not.  Tys most straunge: 
He is as valyent as is victorye,
And dare uppon a roughe say [sea?] hye as heaven
Court all amazed daunger.  Nowe to fayle
Is past all revelatyon:  suer as deathe
Our whole plott is reveeld.

    Enter Reinaldo.

Rei.  Howe nowe, cossen? suer the hower is past? 
Yet no newse of my brother:  as I live
The youth is valyent, feare deters hym not.

Oli.  Suer as deathe, our plott is all disclosd. 
And that there was no meanynge in the feighte,
But onlye to withdrawe him from hys frend
On whom he doats toe dearlye.

Rei.  Suer tys so,
And it will vexe the noble palladyne
Above the heyghte of madnes; nay, beleiv’t
T’will chaunge opynion to a constant faythe
Of hys extreame mysfortunes.  See a comes.

    Enter Orlando.

Orl.  Howe now, my lords? howe speede your noble plotts? 
What, have you woone younge Richard from hys frend? 
Tell me whose eloquence hathe doone the deede
And I will honor hym.