Charlemagne – Act Five, Scene Two

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Enter OLIVER.

  OLIVER
The hour is past.  The place and circumstance
And all the forms of manhood are expir’d,
And yet young Richard comes not.  ‘Tis most strange;
He is as valiant as is victory
And dare upon a rough sea high as heaven,
Court all amazed danger.  Now to fail
Is past all revelation; sure as death
Out whole plot is reveal’d.

Enter REINALDO.

REINALDO
How now, cousin?  Sure the hour is past,
Yet no news of my brother.  As I live,
The youth is valiant; fear deters him not.

OLIVER
Sure as death, our plot is all disclos’d
And that there was no meaning in the fight
But only to withdraw him from his friend
On whom he dotes too dearly.

REINALDO
Sure, ‘tis so
And it will vex the noble palladine
Above the height of madness; nay, believe’t,
Twill change opinion to a constant faith
Of his extreme misfortunes.  See, a’ comes.

Enter ORLANDO.

ORLANDO
How now, my lords, how speed your noble plots?
What, have you won young Richard from his friend?
Tell me whose eloquence hath done that deed,
And I will honour him.

OLIVER
He hath forborne th’encounter and in that
Hath drown’d us in amazement.  We suppose
Our plot discover’d.

ORLANDO
No more; keep back the rest
For I can read misfortunes in your brows.
Vengeance consume these projects!  They are base
And baseness ever more doth second them. The noble youth
Smile at our follies, nay,
Scorns the base language that you uttered,
Which is by this time with the emperor.
Oh, ‘twas a speeding way to do us shame.

REINALDO
Take truce with passion.  I dare boldly swear
There is some other mystery.

OLIVER
At worst
I’ll make his it for our purposes every way
And even kill the soul of Ganelon
With talking of the cowardice, that that you
Hold patience for a minute.

ORLANDO
Patience!
Preach it to cynics or green sickness girls
That have not blood enough to make a blush
Or form an act might cause one.  I have long,
Like to a reeling pine tree, shook the earth
That I was rooted in, but now must fall
And be no longer the fate’s tennis ball.

REINALDO
Come, be more temper’d.  You shall see from this
Spring pleasure that you wish for.  Oliver
Shall instantly upbraid false Ganelon
With Richard’s much unworthiness.

OLIVER
That’s decreed,
For in such terms I mean to set him forth
As shall even burst his gall with agony;
Nay, it shall make him never dare t’appear
Where men resort of know aught but his fear.

ORLANDO
You have large promises, but acts as slow
As dial’s hands that are not seen to go.                                           [Exeunt.

Proceed to the next scene

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