Howe doe you with her doatinge passyons?

_Ric_. Sleyght them beyond your wishes.

_Gan_. Thou dost amaze me with thy noble vertue,
And thence I honor thee. As for that mayd
Still let her frantique love receyve repulse
And crowne thy contynence; for though I was
Content the queene should stray, yet thys[90]
I would not have to fall for chrystendome.

_Ric_. You neede not feare me: if not contynence,
Yet myne owne will is armour strong enoughe.

_Gan_. I know't; and here she comes.

_Enter Gabriella_.

_Gab_. Brother, God save you!--0 my noble _Richarde_,
You make me oulde ithe mornynge of my yeares.
Shall styll your winter nypp me?

_Gan_. What doe you meane?

_Gab_. T'express a love thats good and vertuous.

_Gan_. Fye, thys doth stayne your noble modestye.

_Gab_. To tell before you myne affectyon
In publique I confes it would make me