To bringe your foe in hatred with the emperour
Revyve your hopes.

_Orl_. As cordyalls doe call backe
A dyinge man from hys aproachynge peace
To make h[im suffer] still the mysseryes
Of hys allmost past sycknes. I reffuse it,
And by my suffrynge nowe will shewe my selfe
Too noble to complayne. I neare coulde fynde
Pleasure or ease in others punishment,
Or if I were so base to take delighte
In the afflyctions of another man
My fate would guard me from't, for tys decreed
That onlye I of all mankynde shall neare
Be master of a hope shall have successe:
So all the opposytion I can make
Would onlye make my greives rydiculous
And dyvorce pyttye from theym. Neare will I.
[_Ex. Orlando_.

_Did_. Heres a straunge humor!

_Oli_. I, but let it not
Deterre you from hys accusatyon.

_Did_. Ile justefye what I have sayd.

_Rei_. Doe so,
And bothe myne entertaynment and rewarde
Shall pay thy love and faythe.