A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 3 by Various
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The emperoure knytts newe honors to my house,
Whylst to my bloode I seeke to bynde hys crowne And cheate hys lawfull heyre; and synce the lawe Makes all legitimate in wedlocke borne, By whom so ere begott, the way is even Unto my future blysse and earthlye heaven.-- And see howe luckily this fellow comes! Happynes courtts me. _Enter Didier_. _Did_. My most honoured lord. _Gan_. O _Didier_, the famous nephewe unto _Charles_, The onlye heyre and hope of fruytfull _Fraunce_, Famous _Orlando_, is returninge home. _Did_. So tys given out. _Gan_. But might there not be somethynge given the prynce To stay hys journey? Ile be playne with thee, For thy knowne love is worthye all my trust: He is an envyous torrent interposd Twixte me and many honors, _Didier_, And since unpassable must be choakt with earthe. Thou understandst me? _Did_. Yes, sir, a must dye. _Gan_. And in his journey homewarde. A smale drame |
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