Fue. And I will condole in recyprocall kyndnes.
Char. Bishopp, attend my dearest.
Tur. Greate Sir, I was toe impudent even nowe
To trooble you with my token; good Sir, please
To give it me agayne: a meaner man
Shall serve my humble messadge.
Fue. Bishopp, I doe voutsafe it; theres thy ringe. [Gives him the ringe.
Tur.—And you agayne a basse most scurvye thynge.
[Exe. Turp., Fue.
Enter La Busse.
Char. Howe nowe, La Busse? What newse from Ganelon?
Bus. Suche as can come from sorrowe: he is all
Wretchednes and mysfortune, and in me
Speaks to your sacred goodnes to be pleasd
Voutsafe to call your fayre dove to your fyst
(Mercye I meane) that may abate the stroake
Of your sharpe eagle justyce, and you will
Be wrytt the best of prynces.
Char. Come, no more: Your fathers sentence is irrevocable.