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.

Gan.  O by no meanes, whom should I trust but thee;
Tys thou & I must make eche other happye. 
Repayre the with thys golde, & for thy paynes
Be equall sharer in my present meanes
And future blessyngs.

Did.  No more, Sir; Ile dooe’t. 
I speake it with a confydence whereby
Ide have you say unto your selfe ‘tys doone.’

Gan.  Thanks, my most honest Didier. 
Other affayres of seryous consequence
Call me; the Empresse must be solicyted
Unto an acte for which I’de loathe her but
My ends have gloryous aymes.