Did. Sir, Ile attend hym. [Ex. La Busse.
Yet I've heard a tale
Of a feirce snake that wounded by a swayne
Rememberd it for twentye yeares together
And at the last revendgd it; so may he.
I, but another tale tells of an asse
Which haveinge throwne hys cruell ryder wente
In pyttie to the surgeon, who recurd
The sycklie man & reconcyld the asse.
Why may not Ganelon be like the asse
And thys fayre messadge like the curynge surgeon?
Ile trye it; synce Orlando is unsuer,
Tys Ganelon from whence may come my cure.
[Ex. Didier.
[SCENE 2.]
Enter Ganelon, Eldegrad & Gabriella.
Gan. Good mother, syster, deare spyrrytts, doe not haunte me: I will not from eternytie beleive That Richard is unfaythfull.
Eld. No, runne on,
Swallowe thy shames like full bytts tyll they choake you
And make the people prophesye that you
Shalbe undoone by your false Ganimede.
Gan. A poxe uppon the people! Would you have Me to depend uppon theire orackles?
Gab. Depend on your owne goodnes; doe not trust
A traytor in your bossome. Richard, they say
Hathe begd your honor and your offyces:
Hes counte of Poyteers, marquysse of Saluca.
Eld. Cunstable & master of the ordnance.
Gan. It cannot be nor will I credyt it.