Did. My cares & feares are past, but Ganelons
Thys letter woulde revyve if t'were reveald,
Nay begett newe ones to hym of suche wayghte
That he must synke beneathe theym. Thys I founde
(Mongst other thyngs) in haplesse Richards pockett
When I interrd hym, subscribd by Ganelon,
Whereby's owne hand would leade hym to the blocke
Should I discover it; for heres contaynd
The kyngs abuse & Gabriellas whoreinge.
But I am nowe beforehand: to hym selfe
Ile give thys letter; so begett[101] in hym
A fyrme beleife of myne integrytie
Which nowe goes upryghte, does not halte betweene
Preferment & disgrace; for, come what will,
I am all Ganelons & wilbe styll.
Enter Ganelon.
And see, he comes. My Lord—
Gan. O Dydier, Resolve me where & howe thou hast disposd The most false bodye of my falsest frende.
Did. The ravenous earthe, that eatts what it hathe fedd, Hathe swallowd it.
Gan. But where? what peice of earthe
Couldst thou fynde badd enough to hyde hys bones.
If in some flowrye meade th'ast hym interrd
The poyson of hys synns will choake the sprynge,
And, if thou hast not layd hym deepe enoughe,
Corrupt the ayre & cause a generall plauge.
Did. Bothe those are, Sir, prevented by the dytche, Whose deepe banks seeme to be halfe bottomlesse, Where he is layd a rottinge.
Gan. Without all helpe! counsayle in thys were daungerous.
Did. Sir, I was fryer & clarke & all my selfe; None mournd but nyghte, nor funerall tapers bore But erringe starres.
Gan. And they did erre indeed To shewe their lights at hys curst funerall. Did not a dog bewray thee?