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.