Not many howers to live, & dothe desyer
To parte in peace with all men, even with you
Whom he hathe nowe forgiven hartylie;
And if you please to vissytt him you may
Fynde love without captitulatyon [sic].

_Did_. Sir, Ile attend hym. [_Ex. La Busse_.
Yet I've heard a tale
Of a feirce snake that wounded by a swayne
Rememberd it for twentye yeares together
And at the last revendgd it; so may he.
I, but another tale tells of an asse
Which haveinge throwne hys cruell ryder wente
In pyttie to the surgeon, who recurd
The sycklie man & reconcyld the asse.
Why may not _Ganelon_ be like the asse
And thys fayre messadge like the curynge surgeon?
Ile trye it; synce _Orlando_ is unsuer,
Tys _Ganelon_ from whence may come my cure.

[_Ex. Didier_.



[SCENE 2.]


_Enter Ganelon, Eldegrad & Gabriella_.