_Fue_. Well, that shall pacyfie, we will be frends
And live in peace together.

_Did_. On condytion
That hence you take no lycence to deprave
My good indevours.

_Fue_. In my contyence
He wrongs me now agayne.

_Did_. Nor on this growe
Sawcie and insolent.

_Fue_. Hay da! can oughte
Proceeding from my gravitie to thee
Be esteemd sawcynes? you heare, my lorde;
Can fleshe and bloode induer thys? I doe knowe
My servyce is more pretyous then to be
Thus touzd and sullyed by hys envyous breathe;
And though in pollycie I will not leave
Your lordshypps servyce, yet if polycie
Or brayne of man may studdye a revendge,
Thys wytt of myne thats seldome showne in vayne
Shall fashyon out a rare one.
[_Exit La Fue_.

_Gan_. Syllye foole!
Come, _Didier_; mynde not hys peeyvishe hate
Ile make thee yet obscurd an envyed state.