not somebodye stand toe farre of that a would draw nearer. Somewhat
there must be.

_Char_. How now, cossen, what says _La Busse_?

_Bus_. Marrye, my lorde, I say if you should give half the libertye of
begginge to a courtyer of myne acquayntance that you gave to the
Byshopp, you would be beggd out of your whole kyngdome in a cople of
mynuts.

_Char_. Like enough, for thy acquayntance are foule beggarlye
companyons; yet would thy father had thy vertue.--But, sweete frend,
Assure thy selfe th'ast fyxte my resolutyon
As fyrme as destenye, and I will give
All satisfactyon to the Palladyne.

_Tur_. It wilbe royall in you.

_Enter Ganelon_.

_Char_. Kysse me, sweete.--O you are wellcome; stand up.
And howe does thys retyred life agree
With _Ganelon_?

_Gan_. As _Ganelon_ with it,
Most desolatlye, sir. I have induerd
Subjection to my fate since last I sawe you;
In all which haplesse bondage I have gaynd
[Not one] howers comforte tyll twas dooblye yearnd
Synce fyrst I knewe what sleepe and wakinge mente