_Tur_. Hys majestie comands you uppon payne
Of life and your aleagance that from hence
You never more conversse with _Ganelon_
Eyther by letter, speeche or complyment.
No not so much as see hym; and withall
You must imediatlye attend his hyghnes.

_Rich_. I am hys servant.
[_Ex. Tur., Rich_.

_Gan_. Tyll nowe I neare felt thunder, I am strooke
To deathe with mans soft languadge. Come away:
Tyll nowe I neare saw trulye a sadd day.

[_Ex. Can., La Busse_.

_Orl_. Wherefore did the angrye emperour
Degrade thys merrye lorde? To pleasure me,
Did he not, cossen?

_Rei_. Yes, to satisfye
The wronge he did in plottinge of your deathe.

_Orl_. He did so, righte, but tys as fruytlesse all
As catchynge of the moone: tys past mans power
To take away my cursse of destenye.

_Oli_. Tys that opynion multyplyes your cursse.

_Orl_. Had any man but such a slave as I