_Fue_. Well I will never trust the wooeinge of a great man whylst I live
agayne: & they be as false to weomen as to men they have sweete eeles to
hould by.

_Char_. Yet has a leave to prate?

_Tur_. Away with hym,
--But on your lives give hym no punyshment.

[_Ex. Fue. & guard_.

_Char_. I have not seene a madnes of thys nature:
But let him smarte for't.--_Eudon_, give comand
That _Ganelon_ attend me presentlye.
But, stay--
What sollemp sound is thys? I am prevented.

[_Dead marche_.]--_Funeral sounde. Enter Orlando,
Reinaldo leading Ganelon, Oliver, Didier; two
herses, one with Eldegr. & Gab., the other Richard_.

The cause of thys?

_Orl_. O my most sacred lorde, I bring you here
The worlds extreamest monster, suche a man
Whose ills exceede the lawes inventyon.
Fyrst looke on thys, the fayre & comelye braunche
Of _Aimons_ noble famylie; then on theise,
His fayrest syster & hys dearest mother
(O heaven that I should name that dreadfull name