[SCENE 2.]
Enter Oliver.
Oli. The hower is past, the place & cyrcomstance
And all the formes of manhood(?) are expyrd,
And yet younge Richard comes not. Tys most straunge:
He is as valyent as is victorye,
And dare uppon a roughe say [sea?] hye as heaven
Court all amazed daunger. Nowe to fayle
Is past all revelatyon: suer as deathe
Our whole plott is reveeld.
Enter Reinaldo.
Rei. Howe nowe, cossen? suer the hower is past? Yet no newse of my brother: as I live The youth is valyent, feare deters hym not.
Oli. Suer as deathe, our plott is all disclosd.
And that there was no meanynge in the feighte,
But onlye to withdrawe him from hys frend
On whom he doats toe dearlye.
Rei. Suer tys so,
And it will vexe the noble palladyne
Above the heyghte of madnes; nay, beleiv't
T'will chaunge opynion to a constant faythe
Of hys extreame mysfortunes. See a comes.
Enter Orlando.
Orl. Howe now, my lords? howe speede your noble plotts?
What, have you woone younge Richard from hys frend?
Tell me whose eloquence hathe doone the deede
And I will honor hym.
Oli. He hathe forborne th'incounter, and in that Hathe drownd us in amazement: we suppose Our plotts discoverd.