Enter Didier.

Howe is it Didier?

Did.  As you comanded, Sir.

Gan.  Hast doone it then?

Did.  And without all suspytion?

Gan.  Halfe my soule,
Let me imbrace thee.  All my cares and feares
Thou hast dyspeyrct for ever; from hys deathe
My future honors take a glorious byrthe.

    Enter La Fue.

Fue.  Hees never from hym; nay I must begone;
Past servyce is forgott.  Doe you heare, my lorde? 
Beggars must be no chusers.  I am one,
The proverb proves it, an oulde serving man: 
At your choyse therefore be it, whether I
Or that knave shall stay with you, for both must not;
Your house (though lardge) cannot contayne us bothe.

Gan.  Why, whatts the matter, Fue?

Fue.  Matter of wronge. 
Full twoe and twentye severall liverye coatts,
Made & composed all for severall yeares,
Have I runne throughe in your most faythfull service. 
Oth scullerye I was three yeares before: 
So, blacke and blewe[86], I make account I’ve served
Your Lordshypp five and twentye.

Gan.  What meanes thys?

Fue.  My servyce notwithstandinge, thys proude Jacke
Abuses me in words I understand not;
And therefore in playne tearmes if you keepe hym
I am no longer for you.

Gan.  Patyence, man: 
If thys be all Ile see it remedyed. 
He shalbe sorrye for the wronge thats past
And promyse thee to second it with other.

Fue.  Shall he? why, let him then, and I wilbe content to dye in peace.

Did.  I bothe repent and promyse no amends.

Fue.  Well, that shall pacyfie, we will be frends And live in peace together.

Did.  On condytion That hence you take no lycence to deprave My good indevours.

Fue.  In my contyence He wrongs me now agayne.

Did.  Nor on this growe Sawcie and insolent.

Fue.  Hay da! can oughte
Proceeding from my gravitie to thee
Be esteemd sawcynes? you heare, my lorde;
Can fleshe and bloode induer thys?  I doe knowe
My servyce is more pretyous then to be
Thus touzd and sullyed by hys envyous breathe;
And though in pollycie I will not leave
Your lordshypps servyce, yet if polycie
Or brayne of man may studdye a revendge,
Thys wytt of myne thats seldome showne in vayne
Shall fashyon out a rare one.
                                  [Exit La Fue.

Gan.  Syllye foole!  Come, Didier; mynde not hys peeyvishe hate Ile make thee yet obscurd an envyed state.

[Exeunt.

Actus 2.

[SCENE I.]

Enter Orlando, Reinaldo, Oliver, Souldiers, Attendants.