And for my fortunes past, which you so much
Esteeme and present [sic] wouldst doe reverence toe,
I vallewe theym at thys! and for the like
Would not bestowe the labor of amen
To any good man's wishes. The laboringe clouds
Insteade of vapours have exhald from earthe
A blessing for me, and about this tyme
(By the full revolution of my starres)
Should rayne it down uppon me.

_Bus_. Tushe.

_Did_. Observe,
First heare me, know the meanes and when y'ave doone
Fall downe and worshypp. Thys same verye day,
Nay thys most fortunate mynute, the emperoure,
The great, th'unconquered mightie _Charlimayne_,
Is marryed to the syster of my lorde
To your most fayre-eied aunte, rare _Theodora_.

[_Florish. A crye within "God save Theodora the Empresse_!"

You heare thys?

_Buss_. I wishe myne eares had to the pillorye
Payd tribute rather then let in this sounde.
Unfortunate _Orlando_! thy fayrest hopes,
Like to a blaze of artifyciall fire,
No sooner have a beinge but expyre.