_Gab_. Onlye thus:
You must by all meanes styrre dissentyon
Twixte _Rychard_ and my brother, tourne their loves
To mortall hate and emulatyon;
Which but effected, _Richard_ suer will love
Bee't but alone to crosse hys enemye.

_Eld_. Content thy selfe, gyrle. There is not the malytious creature
nowe liveinge, no, not a venemous and craftie stepdame, nor a
tale-carr[y]inge, truthe-pervertinge gossypp cann make theire seedes
of enmytie poyson the love of parentts, husbands, neighbours or good
fellowshypp sooner or more effectuallye then I will crosse theire
frendshypp. But to better purpose--

_Gab_. Peace, no more: here comes the aged byshopp
The kyngs inamord darlinge.

_Enter Turpin_.

_Tur_. Best ladye, well encounterd: howe runns chaunce
With your deare sonne, my good lord _Ganelon_?

_Eld_. Better then envye wishes, gratyous sir.
Lost from the courte he left behynde hym there
All cares and all vexatyons: nowe he sleepes,
Eats, drynks and laughes, and, but when he dothe sweate,
Moves not hys hatt tyll bedd tyme; dothe not fawne,
Nor croutche, nor crynge, nor startche his countenance;
Is not tane up with other mens affayres