_Actus Tertius_.

(SCENE I.)


_Enter Eldegrad and Gabriella_.

[_Eld_.] ... ... ... it is not possyble
... ... ... ... ...
The smoothe face of the wanton lovelye _Richard_
Should promise more true fortytude in love
Then tourne a recreant to perswatyons.

_Gab_. Why, mother, you have seene the course of thyngs,
The smale assurance and the certayne deathe,
The meare deceytfull scope and shadowed ruyns
That are most conynglie knytt up in pleasures;
And are you styll to learne or will you trust
A lovelye face with all your good beleife?
My dutye checks myne anger, or I should--

_Eld_. What should you?

_Gab_. Give your tast a bytternes.

_Eld_. I pray thee, doe; bytter thyngs expell poyson;
See if my follyes may be purdgd a littill.