_Did_. Hence, chollerycke foole,
Thy threats to me are like the kyngs desyer,
As uneffectuall[85] as the gloawormes fyer.

_Loude musique. Enter Charlimayne, Bishop Turpin,
Ganelon, Richard, Theodora, Gabriella, and attendants_.

_Charl_. This musyque is to[o] dull to mix it selfe
With the full Joy I tast. O _Ganelon_,
Teache me a meanes t'expresse the gratytude
I owe thy vertues for thys royall matche,
Whereby me thynks my ice is tournd to fyer,
My earthe to ayre; those twoe base elements
Can challendge nothinge in my composition,
As thou and _Theodora_ now have made me:
For whiche be thou our lorde greate Cunstable.

_Did_.--Observe.

_Bus_.--Matters to make me mourne eternallye.

_Gan_. Your bountye speaks you, sir, a god on earthe,
For you rewarde a service that's so meane
It scarce speaks dutye (for you are my emperoure)--

_Charl_. Tys thou hast made me greater then my name
... ... ... ... ...
How mysserablye so ere our nature maks
Us thynke a happynes, was a greate burthen,