Bussy
D'Ambois
:
A
TRAGEDIE
.
Actus
primi
Scena
prima
.
Bussy
solus
.
FOrtune
,
not
Reason
,
rules
the
state
of
things
,
Reward
goes
backwards
,
Honor
on
his
head
;
Who
is
not
poore
,
is
monstrous
;
only
Need
Giues
forme
&
worth
to
euery
humane
seed
.
As
Cedars
beaten
with
incessant
stormes
,
So
great
men
flourish
;
and
doe
imitate
Vnskilfull
statuaries
,
who
suppose
(
In
forging
a
Colossus
)
if
they
make
him
Stroddle
enough
,
stroote
,
and
looke
big
,
and
gape
,
Their
worke
is
goodly
:
so
our
Tympanouse
statists
(
In
their
affected
grauitie
of
voice
,
Sowernesse
of
countenance
,
maners
crueltie
,
Authoritie
,
wealth
,
and
all
the
spawne
of
Fortune
)
Thinke
they
beare
all
the
kingdomes
worth
before
them
;
Yet
differ
not
from
those
Colossicke
Statues
,
Which
with
Heroique
formes
,
without
o'respread
,
Within
are
nought
but
morter
,
flint
and
lead
.
Man
is
a
Torch
borne
in
the
winde
;
a
Dreame
But
of
a
shadow
,
summ'd
with
all
his
substance
;
And
as
great
Seamen
vsing
all
their
powers
And
skils
in
Neptunes
deepe
inuisible
pathes
,
In
tall
ships
richly
built
and
ribd
with
brasse
,
To
put
a
Girdle
round
about
the
world
,
When
they
haue
done
it
(
comming
neere
their
Hauen
)
Are
glad
to
giue
a
warning
peece
,
and
call
A
poore
staid
fisher-man
,
that
neuer
past
His
Contries
sight
,
to
waft
and
guide
them
in
:
So
when
we
wander
furthest
through
the
waues
Of
Glassie
Glorie
and
the
Gulfes
of
State
,
Topt
with
all
Titles
,
spreading
all
our
reaches
,
As
if
each
priuate
Arme
would
sphere
the
world
;
Wee
must
to
vertue
for
her
guide
resort
,
Or
wee
shall
shipwracke
in
our
safest
Port
.
Procumbit
.
Monsieur
with
two
Pages
.
There
is
no
second
place
in
Numerous
State
That
holds
more
than
a
Cypher
:
In
a
King
All
places
are
contain'd
.
His
words
and
lookes
Are
like
the
flashes
and
the
bolts
of
Ioue
,
His
deedes
inimitable
,
like
the
Sea
That
shuts
still
as
it
opes
,
and
leaues
no
tracts
,
Nor
prints
of
President
for
poore
mens
facts
:
There
's
but
a
Thred
betwixt
me
and
a
Croune
;
I
would
not
wish
it
cut
,
vnlesse
by
nature
;
Yet
to
prepare
mee
for
that
likely
Fortune
,
T
is
fit
I
get
resolued
spirits
about
mee
.
I
followd
D'Ambois
to
this
greene
Retreat
;
A
man
of
spirit
beyond
the
reach
of
feare
,
Who
(
discontent
with
his
neglected
worth
)
Neglects
the
light
,
and
loues
obscure
Abodes
;
But
he
is
yoong
and
haughtie
,
apt
to
take
Fire
at
aduancement
,
to
beare
state
and
flourish
;
In
his
Rise
therefore
shall
my
bounties
shine
:
None
lothes
the
world
so
much
,
nor
loues
to
scoffe
it
,
But
gold
and
grace
will
make
him
surfet
of
it
.
What
,
D'Ambois
?
Buss.
He
sir
.
Mons.
Turn'd
to
Earth
,
aliue
?
Vp
man
,
the
Sunne
shines
on
thee
.
Buss.
Let
it
shine
.
I
am
no
mote
to
play
in
't
,
as
great
men
are
.
Mons.
Think'st
thou
men
great
in
state
,
motes
in
the
sunne
?
They
say
so
that
would
haue
thee
freeze
in
shades
,
That
(
like
the
grosse
Sicilian
Gurmundist
)
Emptie
their
Noses
in
the
Cates
they
loue
,
That
none
may
eat
but
they
.
Do
thou
but
bring
Light
to
the
Banquet
Fortune
sets
before
thee
,
And
thou
wilt
loth
leane
Darkenesse
like
thy
Death
.
Who
would
beleeue
thy
Mettall
could
let
sloth
Rust
and
consume
it
?
If
Themistocles
Had
liued
obscur'd
thus
in
th'
Athenian
state
,
Xerxes
had
made
both
him
and
it
his
slaues
.
If
braue
Camillus
had
lurckt
so
in
Rome
,
He
had
not
fiue
times
beene
dictator
there
,
Nor
foure
times
triumpht
.
If
Epaminondas
(
Who
liu'd
twice
twentie
yeeres
obscur'd
in
Thebs
)
Had
liu'd
so
still
,
he
had
beene
still
vnnam'd
,
And
paid
his
Countrie
nor
himselfe
their
right
:
But
putting
foorth
his
strength
,
he
rescude
both
From
imminent
ruine
;
and
like
Burnisht
Steele
,
After
long
vse
he
shin'd
;
for
as
the
light
Not
only
serues
to
shew
,
but
render
vs
Mutually
profitable
;
so
our
liues
In
acts
exemplarie
,
not
only
winne
Our selues
good
Names
,
but
doth
to
others
giue
Matter
for
vertuous
Deedes
,
by
which
wee
liue
.
Buss.
What
would
you
wish
me
doe
?
Mons.
Leaue
the
troubled
streames
,
And
liue
as
Thriuers
doe
at
the
Well
head
.
Buss.
At
the
Well
head
?
Alas
what
should
I
doe
With
that
enchanted
Glasse
?
See
diuels
there
?
Or
(
like
a
strumpet
)
learne
to
set
my
lookes
In
an
eternall
Brake
,
or
practise
iuggling
,
To
keepe
my
face
still
fast
,
my
hart
still
loose
;
Or
beare
(
like
Dames
Schoolemistresses
their
Riddles
)
Two
Tongues
,
and
be
good
only
for
a
shift
;
Flatter
great
Lords
,
to
put
them
still
in
minde
Why
they
were
made
Lords
:
or
please
portly
Ladies
With
a
good
carriage
,
tell
them
idle
Tales
,
To
make
their
Physicke
worke
;
spend
a
mans
life
In
sights
and
visitations
,
that
will
make
His
eies
as
hollow
as
his
Mistresse
heart
:
To
doe
none
good
,
but
those
that
haue
no
neede
;
To
gaine
being
forward
,
though
you
breake
for
haste
All
the
Commandements
ere
you
breake
your
fast
?
But
Beleeue
backewards
,
make
your
Period
And
Creedes
last
Article
;
I
beleeue
in
God
:
And
(
hearing
villanies
preacht
)
t'
vnfold
their
Art
Learne
to
commit
them
,
T
is
a
great
mans
Part
.
Shall
I
learne
this
there
?
Mons.
No
,
thou
needst
not
learne
,
Thou
hast
the
Theorie
,
now
goe
there
and
practise
.
Buss.
I
,
in
a
thridbare
suit
;
when
men
come
there
,
They
must
haue
high
Naps
,
and
goe
from
thence
bare
:
A
man
may
drowne
the
parts
often
rich
men
In
one
poore
suit
;
Braue
Barks
,
and
outward
Glosse
Attract
Court
eies
,
be
in
parts
ne're
so
grosse
.
Mons.
Thou
shalt
haue
Glosse
enough
,
and
all
things
fit
T'
enchase
in
all
shew
,
thy
long
smothered
spirit
:
Be
rul'd
by
me
then
.
The
rude
Scythians
Painted
blinde
Fortunes
powerfull
hands
with
wings
,
To
shew
her
gifts
come
swift
and
suddenly
,
Which
if
her
Fauorite
be
not
swift
to
take
,
He
loses
them
foreuer
.
Then
be
rul'd
:
Exit
Mons.
Manet
Buss.
Stay
but
a
while
heere
,
and
I
'le
send
to
thee
.
Buss.
What
will
he
send
?
some
Crounes
?
It
is
to
sow
them
Vpon
my
spirit
,
and
make
them
spring
a
Croune
Worth
Millions
of
the
feede
Crounes
he
will
send
:
But
hee
's
no
husband
heere
;
A
smooth
plaine
ground
Will
neuer
nourish
any
politicke
seede
;
I
am
for
honest
Actions
,
not
for
great
:
If
I
may
bring
vp
a
new
fashion
,
And
rise
in
Court
with
vertue
;
speede
his
plow
:
The
King
hath
knowne
me
long
as
well
as
hee
,
Yet
could
my
Fortune
neuer
fit
the
length
Of
both
their
vnderstandings
till
this
houre
.
There
is
a
deepe
nicke
in
times
restlesse
wheele
For
each
mans
good
,
when
which
nicke
comes
it
strikes
;
As
Rhetoricke
,
yet
workes
not
perswasion
,
But
only
is
a
meane
to
make
it
worke
:
So
no
man
riseth
by
his
reall
merit
,
But
when
it
cries
Clincke
in
his
Raisers
spirit
:
Many
will
say
,
that
cannot
rise
at
all
,
Mans
first
houres
rise
,
is
first
steppe
to
his
fall
.
I
l'e
venture
that
;
men
that
fall
low
must
die
,
As
well
as
men
cast
headlong
from
the
skie
.
Ent.
Maffe
.
Humor
of
Princes
.
Is
this
man
indu'd
With
any
merit
worth
a
thousand
Crounes
?
Will
my
Lord
haue
me
be
so
ill
a
Steward
Of
his
Reuenue
,
to
dispose
a
summe
So
great
with
so
small
cause
as
shewes
in
him
?
I
must
examine
this
:
Is
your
name
D'Ambois
?
Buss.
Sir
.
Maff.
Is
your
name
D'Ambois
?
Buss.
Who
haue
wee
heere
?
Serue
you
the
Monsieur
?
Maff.
How
?
Buss.
Serue
you
the
Monsieur
?
Maff.
Sir
,
y'
are
very
hot
.
I
serue
the
Monsieur
;
But
in
such
place
as
giues
me
the
Command
Of
all
his
other
seruants
:
And
because
His
Graces
pleasure
is
,
to
giue
your
good
A
Passe
through
my
Command
;
Methinks
you
might
Vse
me
with
more
good
fashion
.
Buss.
Crie
you
mercie
.
Now
you
haue
opened
my
dull
eies
,
I
see
you
;
And
would
be
glad
to
see
the
good
you
speake
of
:
What
might
I
call
your
name
?
Maff.
Monsieur
Maffe
.
Buss.
Monsieur
Maffe
?
Then
good
Monsieur
Maffe
,
Pray
let
me
know
you
better
.
Maff.
Pray
doe
so
,
That
you
may
vse
me
better
,
For
your selfe
,
By
your
no
better
outside
,
I
would
iudge
you
To
be
a
Poet
;
Haue
you
giuen
my
Lord
Some
Pamphlet
?
Buss.
Pamphlet
?
Maff.
Pamphlet
sir
,
I
say
.
Buss.
Did
his
wise
excellencie
leaue
the
good
That
is
to
passe
your
charge
,
to
my
poore
vse
,
To
your
discretion
?
Maff.
Though
he
did
not
sir
,
I
hope
t
is
no
bad
office
to
aske
reason
,
How
that
his
grace
giues
mee
in
charge
,
goes
from
me
?
Buss.
That
's
very
perfect
sir
.
Maff.
Why
very
good
sir
;
I
pray
then
giue
me
leaue
:
If
for
no
Pamphlet
,
May
I
not
know
what
other
merit
in
you
,
Makes
his
compunction
willing
to
relieue
you
?
Buss.
No
merit
in
the
world
sir
.
Maff.
That
is
strange
.
Y'
are
a
poore
souldier
,
are
you
?
Buss.
That
I
am
sir
.
Maff.
And
haue
Commanded
?
Buss.
I
,
and
gone
without
sir
.
Maff.
I
see
the
man
:
A
hundred
Crounes
will
make
him
Swagger
,
and
drinke
healths
to
his
highnes
bountie
;
And
sweare
he
could
not
be
more
bountifull
.
So
ther
's
nine
hundred
Crounes
,
saft
;
heere
tall
souldier
,
His
grace
hath
sent
you
a
whole
hundred
Crounes
.
Buss.
A
hundred
sire
naie
doe
his
Highnes
right
;
I
know
his
hand
is
larger
,
and
perhaps
I
may
deserue
more
than
my
outside
shewes
:
I
am
a
scholar
,
as
I
am
a
souldier
,
And
I
can
Poetise
;
and
(
being
well
encourag'd
)
May
sing
his
Fame
for
giuing
;
yours
for
deliuering
(
Like
a
most
faithfull
Steward
)
what
he
giues
.
Maff.
What
shall
your
subiect
be
?
Buss.
I
care
not
much
,
If
to
his
excellence
I
sing
the
praise
Of
faire
great
Noses
,
And
to
your
Deserts
The
reuerend
vertues
of
a
faithfull
Steward
;
What
Qualities
haue
you
sir
(
beside
your
chaine
And
veluet
Iacket
)
Can
your
worship
dance
?
Maff.
A
merrie
Fellow
faith
:
It
seemes
my
Lord
Will
haue
him
for
his
Iester
;
And
beleeue
it
,
Such
men
are
now
no
fooles
,
T
is
a
Knights
place
:
If
I
(
to
saue
my
Lord
some
Crounes
)
should
vrge
him
T'
abate
his
Bountie
,
I
should
not
be
heard
;
I
would
to
heauen
I
were
an
errant
Asse
,
For
then
I
should
be
sure
to
haue
the
Eares
Of
these
great
men
,
where
now
their
Iesters
haue
them
:
T
is
good
to
please
him
,
yet
I
le
take
no
notice
Of
his
preferment
,
but
in
policie
Will
still
be
graue
and
serious
,
lest
he
thinke
I
feare
his
wodden
dagger
:
Heere
sir
Ambo
,
A
thousand
Crounes
I
bring
you
from
my
Lord
;
Serue
God
,
play
the
good
husband
,
you
may
make
This
a
good
standing
liuing
,
T
is
a
Bountie
,
His
Highnes
might
perhaps
haue
bestow'd
better
.
D'Amb.
Goe
,
y'
are
a
Rascall
;
hence
,
Away
you
Rogue
.
Maff.
What
meane
you
sir
?
D'Amb.
Hence
;
prate
no
more
;
Or
by
thy
villans
blood
thou
prat'st
thy
last
:
A
Barbarous
Groome
,
grudge
at
his
masters
Bountie
:
But
since
I
know
he
would
as
much
abhorre
His
hinde
should
argue
what
he
giues
his
friend
,
Take
that
Sir
,
for
your
aptnesse
to
dispute
.
Exit
.
Maff.
These
Crounes
are
sown
in
blood
,
blood
be
their
fruit
.
Exit
.
Henry
,
Guise
,
Montsurry
,
Elenor
,
Tamyra
,
Beaupre
,
Pero
,
Charlotte
,
Pyr
,
Annable
.
Henr.
Dutchesse
of
Guise
,
your
Grace
is
much
enricht
,
In
the
attendance
of
this
English
virgin
,
That
will
initiate
her
Prime
of
youth
,
(
Dispos'd
to
Court
conditions
)
vnder
hand
Of
your
preferd
instructions
and
Command
,
Rather
than
anie
in
the
English
Court
,
Whose
Ladies
are
not
matcht
in
Christendome
,
For
gracefull
and
confirm'd
behauiours
;
More
than
the
Court
,
where
they
are
bred
is
equall'd
.
Guis.
I
like
not
their
Court
forme
,
it
is
too
crestfalne
,
In
all
obseruance
;
making
Semi-gods
Of
their
great
Nobles
;
and
of
their
old
Queene
An
euer-yoong
,
and
most
immortall
Goddesse
.
Henr.
Assure
you
Cosen
Guise
,
so
great
a
Courtier
,
So
full
of
maiestie
and
Roiall
parts
,
No
Queene
in
Christendome
may
boast
her selfe
,
Her
Court
approoues
it
,
That
's
a
Court
indeede
;
Not
mixt
with
Rudenesse
vs'd
in
common
houses
;
But
,
as
Courts
should
be
th'abstracts
of
their
kingdomes
,
In
all
the
Beautie
,
State
,
and
Worth
they
hold
;
So
is
hers
,
amplie
,
and
by
her
inform'd
.
The
world
is
not
contracted
in
a
man
,
With
more
proportion
and
expression
Than
in
her
Court
,
her
Kingdome
:
Our
French
Court
Is
a
meere
mirror
of
confusion
to
it
:
The
King
and
subiect
,
Lord
and
euerie
slaue
Dance
a
continuall
Haie
;
Our
Roomes
of
State
,
Kept
like
our
stables
;
No
place
more
obseru'd
Than
a
rude
Market
place
:
And
though
our
Custome
Keepe
this
assur'd
deformitie
from
our
sight
,
T
is
nere
the
lesse
essentiallie
vnsightlie
,
Which
they
would
soone
see
,
would
they
change
their
forme
To
this
of
ours
,
and
then
compare
them
both
;
Which
we
must
not
affect
,
because
in
Kingdomes
,
Where
the
Kings
change
doth
breede
the
Subiects
terror
,
Pure
Innouation
is
more
grosse
than
error
.
Mont.
No
Question
we
shall
see
them
imitate
(
Though
a farre
off
)
the
fashions
of
our
Courts
,
As
they
haue
euer
Ap't
vs
in
attire
;
Neuer
were
men
so
wearie
of
their
Skins
,
And
apt
to
leape
out
of
themselues
as
they
;
Who
when
they
trauell
to
bring
foorth
rare
men
,
Come
home
deliuered
of
a
fine
French
suit
:
Their
Braines
lie
with
their
Tailors
,
and
get
babies
For
their
most
compleat
issue
;
Hee
's
first
borne
To
all
the
morall
vertues
,
that
first
greetes
The
light
with
a
new
fashion
,
which
becomes
them
Like
Apes
,
disfigur'd
with
the
attires
of
men
.
Henr.
No
Question
they
much
wrong
their
reall
worth
,
In
affectation
of
outlandish
Scumme
;
But
they
haue
faults
,
and
wee
;
They
foolish-proud
,
To
be
the
Pictures
of
our
vanitie
;
We
proud
,
that
they
are
proud
of
foolerie
.
Enter
Monsieur
,
D'Ambois
.
Mons.
Come
mine
owne
sweet
heart
I
will
enter
thee
.
Sir
,
I
haue
brought
this
Gentleman
t'
attend
you
;
And
pray
,
you
would
vouchsafe
to
doe
him
grace
.
Henr.
D'Ambois
,
I
thinke
.
D'Amb.
That
's
still
my
name
,
my
Lord
,
though
I
be
something
altered
in
attire
.
Henr.
I
like
your
alteration
,
and
must
tell
you
,
I
haue
expected
th'
offer
of
your
seruice
;
For
we
(
in
feare
to
make
milde
vertue
proud
)
Vse
not
to
seeke
her
out
in
any
man
.
D'Amb.
Nor
doth
she
vse
to
seeke
out
any
man
:
He
that
will
winne
,
must
wooe
her
;
shee
's
not
shamelesse
.
Mons.
I
vrg'd
her
modestie
in
him
,
my
Lord
,
and
gaue
her
those
Rites
,
that
he
saies
shee
merits
.
Henr.
If
you
haue
woo'd
and
won
,
then
Brother
weare
him
.
Mons.
Th'
art
mine
,
my
loue
;
See
here
's
the
Guises
Duches
.
The
Countesse
of
Mountsurreaue
;
Beaupres
,
come
I
'le
enseame
thee
;
Ladies
,
y'
are
too
many
to
be
in
Counsell
:
I
haue
heere
a
friend
,
that
I
would
gladlie
enter
in
your
Graces
.
Duch.
If
you
enter
him
in
our
Graces
,
me thinks
by
his
blunt
behauiour
,
he
should
come
out
of
himselfe
.
Tam.
Has
he
neuer
beene
Courtier
,
my
Lord
?
Mons.
Neuer
,
my
Ladie
.
Beaup.
And
why
did
the
Toy
take
him
in
th'
head
now
?
D'Amb.
T
is
leape
yeere
,
Ladie
,
and
therefore
verie
good
to
enter
a
Courtier
.
Tam.
The
man
's
a
Courtier
at
first
sight
.
D'Amb.
I
can
sing
prickesong
,
Ladie
,
at
first
sight
;
and
why
not
be
a
Courtier
as
suddenly
?
Beaup.
Heere
's
a
Courtier
rotten
before
he
be
ripe
.
D'Amb.
Thinke
mee
not
impudent
,
Ladie
,
I
am
yet
no
Courtier
,
I
desire
to
be
one
,
and
would
gladly
take
entrance
(
Madam
)
vnder
your
Princely
Colours
.
Gui.
Sir
,
know
you
me
?
D'Amb.
My
Lord
?
Gui.
I
know
not
you
:
Whom
doe
you
serue
?
D'Amb.
Serue
,
my
Lord
?
Gui.
Go
to
Companion
;
Your
Courtship
's
too
saucie
.
D'Amb.
Saucie
?
Companion
?
T
is
the
Guise
,
but
yet
those
termes
might
haue
beene
spar'd
of
the
Guiserd
.
Companion
?
Hee
's
iealous
by
this
light
:
are
you
blinde
of
that
side
Sir
?
I
le
to
her
againe
for
that
.
Forth
Madam
,
for
the
honour
of
Courtship
.
Gui.
Cease
your
Courtshippe
,
or
by
heauen
I
le
cut
your
throat
.
D'Amb.
Cut
my
throat
?
cut
a
whetstone
;
good
Accius
Noeuius
,
doe
as
much
with
your
tongue
as
he
did
with
a
Rasor
;
cut
my
throat
?
Gui.
I
le
doe
't
by
this
hand
.
D'Amb.
That
hand
dares
not
doe
't
;
y
'aue
cut
too
many
Throates
alreadie
Guise
;
and
Robb'd
the
Realme
of
Many
thousand
Soules
,
more
precious
than
thine
owne
.
Come
Madam
,
talke
on
;
Sfoote
,
can
you
not
talke
?
Talke
on
I
say
,
more
Courtship
,
as
you
loue
it
.
Enter
Barrisor
,
L'
Anou
,
Pyrlot
.
Bar.
What
new-come
Gallant
haue
wee
heere
,
that
dares
mate
the
Guise
thus
?
L'
An.
Sfoote
t
is
D'Ambois
;
The
Duke
mistakes
him
(
on
my
life
)
for
some
Knight
of
the
new
edition
.
D'Amb.
Cut
my
throat
?
I
would
the
King
fear'd
thy
cutting
of
his
throat
no
more
than
I
feare
thy
cutting
of
mine
.
Gui.
So
Sir
,
so
.
Pyr.
Heere
's
some
strange
distemper
.
Bar.
Heere
's
a
sudden
transmigration
with
D'Ambois
,
out
of
the
Knights
ward
,
into
the
Duches
bed
.
L'An.
See
what
a
Metamorphosis
a
braue
suit
can
worke
.
Pyr.
Slight
step
to
the
Guise
and
discouer
him
.
Bar.
By
no
meanes
,
let
the
new
suit
worke
,
wee
'll
see
the
issue
.
Gui.
Leaue
your
Courtship
.
D'Amb.
I
will
not
.
I
say
mistresse
,
and
I
will
stand
vnto
it
,
that
if
a
woman
may
haue
three
seruants
,
a
man
may
haue
threescore
mistresses
.
Gui.
Sirha
,
I
le
haue
you
whipt
out
of
the
Court
for
this
insolence
.
D'Amb.
Whipt
?
Such
another
syllable
out
a
th'
presence
,
if
thou
dar'st
for
thy
Dukedome
.
Gui.
Remember
,
Poultron
.
Mons.
Pray
thee
forbeare
.
Buss.
Passion
of
death
!
Were
not
the
King
heere
,
he
should
strow
the
Chamber
like
a
rush
.
Mons.
But
leaue
Courting
his
wife
then
.
Buss.
I
will
not
:
I
le
Court
her
in
despight
of
him
.
Not
Court
her
!
Come
Madam
,
talke
on
;
Feare
me
nothing
:
Well
maist
thou
driue
thy
master
from
the
Court
;
but
neuer
D'Ambois
.
Mons.
His
great
heart
will
not
downe
,
t
is
like
the
Sea
That
partly
by
his
owne
internall
heat
,
Partly
the
starr's
dailie
and
nightly
motion
,
Ardor
and
light
,
and
partly
of
the
place
,
The
diuers
frames
;
And
chiefly
by
the
Moone
,
Bristled
with
surges
,
neuer
will
be
wonne
,
(
No
,
not
when
th'
hearts
of
all
those
powers
are
burst
)
To
make
retreat
into
his
setled
home
,
Till
he
be
croun'd
with
his
owne
quiet
fome
.
Henr.
You
haue
the
mate
.
Another
.
Gui.
No
more
.
Exit
Guise
,
after
him
the
King
,
Mons.
whispering
.
Bar.
Why
heer
's
the
Lion
,
skard
with
the
throat
of
a
dunghill
Cocke
;
a
fellow
that
has
newlie
shak'd
off
his
shackles
;
Now
does
he
crow
for
that
victorie
.
L'
An.
T
is
one
of
the
best
Iigges
that
euer
was
acted
.
Pry.
Whom
does
the
Guise
suppose
him
to
be
troe
?
L'
An.
Out
of
doubt
,
some
new
denizond
Lord
;
and
thinks
that
suit
come
new
out
a
th'
Mercers
bookes
.
Bar.
I
haue
heard
of
a
fellow
,
that
by
a
fixt
imagination
looking
vpon
a
Bulbaiting
,
had
a
visible
paire
of
hornes
grew
out
of
his
forhead
:
and
I
beleeue
this
Gallant
ouerioied
with
the
conceit
of
Monsieurs
cast
suit
,
imagines
himselfe
to
be
the
Monsieur
.
L'
An
And
why
not
?
as
well
as
the
Asse
,
stalking
in
the
Lions
case
,
beare
himselfe
like
a
Lion
,
roaring
all
the
huger
beasts
out
of
the
Forrest
?
Pry.
Peace
,
he
lookes
this
way
.
Bar.
Marrie
let
him
looke
sir
,
what
will
you
say
now
if
the
Guise
be
gone
to
fetch
a
blanquet
for
him
?
L'
An.
Faith
I
beleeue
it
for
his
honour
.
Pyr.
But
,
if
D'Ambois
carrie
it
cleane
?
Bar.
True
,
when
he
curuets
in
the
blanquet
.
Pyr.
I
marie
sir
.
L'
An.
Sfoote
,
see
how
he
stares
on
's
.
Bar.
Lord
blesse
vs
,
let
's
away
.
Buss.
Now
sir
,
take
your
full
view
:
how
does
the
Obiect
please
ye
?
Bar.
If
you
aske
my
opinion
sir
,
I
thinke
your
suit
sits
as
well
as
if
't
had
beene
made
for
you
.
Buss.
So
sir
,
and
was
that
the
subiect
of
your
ridiculous
ioilitie
?
L'
An.
What
's
that
to
you
sir
?
Buss.
Sir
,
I
haue
obseru'd
all
your
fleerings
;
and
resolue
your selues
yee
shall
giue
a
strickt
account
for
't
.
Enter
Brisac
Melynell
.
Pyr.
O
strange
credulitie
!
Doe
you
thinke
your selfe
Such
a
singular
subiect
for
laughter
,
that
none
can
fall
into
Our
meriment
but
you
?
Bar.
This
iealousie
of
yours
sir
,
confesses
some
close
defect
in
your selfe
,
that
wee
neuer
dream'd
of
.
L
An.
We
held
discourse
of
a
perfum'd
Asse
,
that
being
disguis'd
with
a
Lions
case
,
imagin'd
himselfe
a
Lion
:
I
hope
that
toucht
not
you
.
Buss.
So
sir
:
Your
descants
doe
maruellous
well
fit
this
ground
,
wee
shall
meete
where
your
Buffonly
laughters
will
cost
ye
the
best
blood
in
your
bodies
.
Bar.
For
lifes
sake
let
's
be
gone
;
hee
'll
kill
's
outright
.
Buss.
Goe
at
your
pleasures
,
I
le
be
your
Ghost
to
haunt
you
,
and
yee
sleepe
an
't
,
hang
mee
.
L'
An.
Goe
,
goe
sir
,
Court
your
mistresse
.
Pyr.
And
be
aduis'd
:
we
shall
haue
odds
against
you
.
Buss.
Tush
,
valour
stands
not
in
number
:
I
le
maintaine
it
,
that
one
man
may
beat
three
boies
.
Bris.
Nay
you
shall
haue
no
ods
of
him
in
number
sir
:
hee
's
a
gentleman
as
good
as
the
proudest
of
you
,
and
yee
shall
not
wrong
him
.
Bar.
Not
sir
.
Mely.
Not
sir
:
Though
he
be
not
so
rich
,
hee
's
a
better
man
than
the
best
of
you
;
And
I
will
not
endure
it
.
L'
An.
Not
you
sir
?
Bris.
No
sir
,
nor
I
.
Buss.
I
should
thanke
you
for
this
kindnesse
,
if
I
thought
these
perfum'd
muske-Cats
(
being
out
of
this
priuiledge
)
durst
but
once
mew
at
vs
.
Bar.
Does
your
confident
spirit
doubt
that
sir
?
Come
follow
vs
and
trie
.
L'An.
Come
sir
,
wee
'll
lead
you
a
dance
.
Exeunt
.
Finis
Actus
primi
.
Actus
Tertij
Scena
Prima
.
Bucy
,
Tamyra
.
Tam.
O
My
deare
seruant
,
in
thy
close
embraces
,
I
haue
set
open
all
the
dores
of
danger
To
my
encompast
honor
,
and
my
life
:
Before
I
was
secure
against
death
and
hell
;
But
now
am
subiect
to
the
hartlesse
feare
:
Of
euery
shadow
,
and
of
euery
breath
,
And
would
change
firmnesse
with
an
aspen
leafe
:
So
confident
a
spotlesse
conscience
is
;
So
weake
a
guilty
:
O
the
daugerous
siege
Sin
laies
about
vs
?
and
the
tyranny
He
exercises
when
he
hath
expugn'd
:
Like
to
the
horror
of
a
winters
thunder
,
Mixt
with
a
gushing
storme
,
that
suffer
nothing
To
stirre
abroad
on
earth
,
but
their
own
rages
;
Is
sin
,
when
it
hath
gathered
head
aboue
vs
:
No
roofe
,
no
shelter
can
secure
vs
so
,
But
he
will
drowne
our
cheeks
in
feare
or
woe
.
Buc.
Sin
is
a
coward
Madam
,
and
insults
But
on
our
weaknesse
,
in
his
truest
valour
:
And
so
our
ignorance
tames
vs
,
that
we
let
His
shadowes
fright
vs
:
and
like
empty
clouds
In
which
our
faulty
apprehensions
fordge
The
formes
of
Dragons
,
Lions
,
Elephants
,
When
they
hold
no
proportion
:
the
slie
charmes
Of
the
witch
policy
makes
him
,
like
a
monster
Kept
onely
to
shew
men
for
Goddesse
money
:
That
false
hagge
often
paints
him
:
in
her
cloth
Ten
times
more
monstrous
than
he
is
in
troth
:
In
three
of
vs
,
the
secret
of
our
meeting
,
Is
onely
guarded
,
and
three
friends
as
one
Haue
euer
beene
esteem'd
:
as
our
three
powers
That
in
our
one
soule
,
are
,
as
one
vnited
:
Why
should
we
feare
then
?
for
my
truth
I
sweare
Sooner
shall
torture
,
be
the
Sire
to
pleasure
,
And
health
be
grieuous
to
men
long
time
sicke
,
Than
the
deare
iewell
of
your
fame
in
me
,
Be
made
an
outcast
to
your
infamy
;
Nor
shall
my
value
(
sacred
to
your
vertues
)
Onely
giue
free
course
to
it
,
from
my selfe
:
But
make
it
flie
out
of
the
mouths
of
kings
In
golden
vapours
,
and
with
awfull
wings
.
Tam.
It
rests
as
all
kings
seales
were
set
in
thee
.
Exit
D'
Amb.
Manet
Tamy.
Ta.
It
is
not
I
,
but
vrgent
destiny
,
That
(
as
great
states
men
for
their
generall
end
In
politique
iustice
,
make
poore
men
offend
)
Enforceth
my
offence
to
make
it
iust
:
What
shall
weake
Dames
doe
,
when
t'whole
worke
of
Nature
Hath
a
strong
finger
in
each
one
of
vs
?
Needs
must
that
sweep
away
the
silly
cobweb
Of
our
still-vndone
labours
;
that
laies
still
Our
powers
to
it
:
as
to
the
line
,
the
stone
,
Not
to
the
stone
,
the
line
should
be
oppos'd
;
We
cannot
keepe
our
constant
course
in
vertue
:
What
is
alike
at
all
parts
?
euery
day
Differs
from
other
:
euery
houre
and
minute
:
I
,
euery
thought
in
our
false
clock
of
life
,
Oft
times
inuerts
the
whole
circumference
:
We
must
be
sometimes
one
,
sometimes
another
:
Our
bodies
are
but
thicke
clouds
to
our
soules
;
Through
which
they
cannnot
shine
when
they
desire
:
When
all
the
starres
,
and
euen
the
sunne
himselfe
,
Must
stay
the
vapors
times
that
he
exhales
Before
he
can
make
good
his
beames
to
vs
:
O
how
can
we
,
that
are
but
motes
to
him
,
VVandring
at
randon
in
his
orderd
rayes
,
Disperse
our
passions
fumes
,
with
our
weake
labors
,
That
are
more
thick
&
black
than
all
earths
vapors
?
Enter
Mont.
Mon.
Good
day
,
my
loue
:
what
vp
and
ready
too
!
Tam.
Both
,
(
my
deare
Lord
)
not
all
this
night
made
I
My selfe
vnready
,
or
could
sleepe
a
winke
.
Mont.
Ahlasse
,
what
troubled
my
true
loue
?
my
peace
,
From
being
at
peace
within
her
better
selfe
?
Or
how
could
sleepe
forbeare
to
sease
thy
beauties
VVhen
he
might
challenge
them
as
his
iust
prise
?
Tam.
I
am
in
no
powre
earthly
,
but
in
yours
;
To
what
end
should
I
goe
to
bed
my
Lord
,
That
wholly
mist
the
comfort
of
my
bed
?
Or
how
should
sleepe
possesse
my
faculties
,
VVanting
the
proper
closer
of
mine
eies
?
Mont.
Then
will
I
neuer
more
sleepe
night
from
thee
:
All
mine
owne
Businesse
,
all
the
Kings
affaires
Shall
take
the
day
to
serue
them
:
Euerie
night
I
le
euer
dedicate
to
thy
delight
.
Tam.
Nay
,
good
my
Lord
esteeme
not
my
desires
Such
doters
on
their
humours
,
that
my
iudgement
Cannot
subdue
them
to
your
worthier
pleasure
:
A
wiues
pleas'd
husband
must
her
obiect
be
In
all
her
acts
,
not
her
sooth'd
fantasie
.
Mont.
Then
come
my
loue
,
Now
pay
those
Rites
to
sleepe
Thy
faire
eies
owe
him
:
shall
we
now
to
bed
?
Tam.
O
no
my
Lord
,
your
holy
Frier
saies
,
All
couplings
in
the
day
that
touch
the
bed
,
Adulterous
are
,
euen
in
the
married
;
Whose
graue
and
worthie
doctrine
,
well
I
know
,
Your
faith
in
him
will
liberally
allow
.
Mont.
Hee
's
a
most
learned
and
Religious
man
;
Come
to
the
Presence
then
,
and
see
great
D'Ambois
(
Fortunes
proud
mushrome
shot
vp
in
a
night
)
Stand
like
an
Atlas
vnderneath
the
King
;
Which
greatnesse
with
him
Monsieur
now
enuies
As
bitterly
and
deadly
as
the
Guise
.
Tam.
What
,
he
that
was
but
yesterday
his
maker
?
His
raiser
and
preseruer
?
Mont.
Euen
the
same
.
Each
naturall
agent
workes
but
to
this
end
,
To
render
that
it
works
on
,
like
it selfe
;
Which
since
the
Monsieur
in
his
act
on
D'Ambois
,
Cannot
to
his
ambitious
end
effect
,
But
that
(
quite
opposite
)
the
King
hath
power
(
In
his
loue
borne
to
D'Ambois
)
to
conuert
The
point
of
Monsieurs
aime
on
his
owne
breast
,
He
turnes
his
outward
loue
to
inward
hate
:
A
Princes
loue
is
like
the
lightnings
fume
,
Which
no
man
can
embrace
,
but
must
consume
.
Exeunt
.
Henry
,
D'Ambois
,
Monsieur
,
Guise
,
Monts
.
Elenor
,
Tam.
Pero
.
Henr.
Speake
home
my
Bussy
,
thy
impartiall
wordes
Are
like
braue
Faulcons
that
dare
trusse
a
Fowle
Much
greater
than
themselues
;
Flatterers
are
Kites
That
checke
at
nothing
;
thou
shalt
be
my
Eagle
,
And
beare
my
thunder
vnderneath
thy
wings
:
Truths
words
like
iewels
hang
in
th'
eares
of
Kings
.
Buss.
Would
I
might
liue
to
see
no
Iewes
hang
there
In
steede
of
iewels
;
sycophants
I
meane
,
Who
vse
truth
like
the
Diuell
,
his
true
Foe
Cast
by
the
Angell
to
the
pit
of
feares
,
And
bound
in
chaines
;
truth
seldome
decks
Kings
eares
:
Slaue
flatterie
(
like
a
Rippiers
legs
rowl'd
vp
In
bootes
of
haie-ropes
)
with
Kings
soothed
guts
Swadled
and
strappl'd
,
now
liues
only
free
.
O
t
is
a
subtle
knaue
;
how
like
the
plague
Vnfelt
,
he
strikes
into
the
braine
of
truth
,
And
rageth
in
his
entrailes
when
he
can
,
Worse
than
the
poison
of
a
red
hair'd
man
.
Henr.
Flie
at
him
and
his
broode
,
I
cast
thee
off
,
And
once
more
giue
thee
surname
of
mine
Eagle
.
Buss.
I
le
make
you
sport
enough
then
,
let
me
haue
My
lucerns
too
(
or
dogges
inur'd
to
hunt
Beasts
of
most
rapine
)
but
to
put
them
vp
,
And
if
I
trusse
not
,
let
me
not
be
trusted
:
Shew
me
a
great
man
(
by
the
peoples
voice
,
Which
is
the
voice
of
God
)
that
by
his
greatnesse
Bumbasts
his
priuate
roofes
,
with
publique
riches
;
That
affects
royaltie
,
rising
from
a
clapdish
;
That
rules
so
much
more
than
his
suffering
King
,
That
he
makes
kings
of
his
subordinate
slaues
:
Himselfe
and
them
graduate
like
woodmongers
(
Piling
a
stacke
of
billets
)
from
the
earth
,
Raising
each
other
into
steeples
heights
;
Let
him
conuey
this
on
the
turning
proppes
Of
Protean
Law
,
and
(
his
owne
counsell
keeping
)
Keepe
all
vpright
;
let
me
but
Hawlke
at
him
,
I
le
play
the
Vulture
,
and
so
thumpe
his
liuer
,
That
(
like
a
huge
vnlading
Argosea
)
He
shall
confesse
all
,
and
you
then
may
hang
him
.
Shew
me
a
Clergie
man
,
that
is
in
voice
A
Larke
of
Heauen
;
in
heart
a
Mowle
of
earth
;
That
hath
good
liuing
,
and
a
wicked
life
;
A
temperate
looke
,
and
a
luxurious
gut
;
Turning
the
rents
of
his
superfluous
Cures
Into
your
Phesants
and
your
Partriches
;
Venting
their
Quintessence
as
men
read
Hebrew
:
Let
me
but
hawlke
at
him
,
and
,
like
the
other
,
He
shall
confesse
all
,
and
you
then
may
hang
him
.
Shew
me
a
Lawyer
that
turnes
sacred
law
(
The
equall
rendrer
of
each
man
his
owne
,
The
scourge
of
Rapine
and
Extortion
,
The
Sanctuarie
and
impregnable
defence
Of
retir'd
learning
,
and
oppressed
vertue
)
Into
a
Harpye
,
that
eates
all
but
's
owne
,
Into
the
damned
sins
it
punisheth
;
Into
the
Synagogue
of
theeues
and
Atheists
;
Blood
into
gold
,
and
iustice
into
lust
:
Let
me
but
hawlke
at
him
,
as
at
the
tother
,
He
shall
confesse
all
,
and
you
then
may
hang
him
.
Gui.
Where
will
you
finde
such
game
as
you
would
hawlke
at
?
Buss.
I
le
hawlke
about
your
house
for
one
of
them
.
Gui.
Come
,
y'
are
a
glorious
Ruffin
,
and
runne
proud
Of
the
Kings
headlong
graces
;
hold
your
breath
,
Or
by
that
poison'd
vapour
not
the
King
Shall
backe
your
murtherous
valour
against
me
.
Buss.
I
would
the
King
would
make
his
presence
free
But
for
one
charge
betwixt
vs
:
By
the
reuerence
Due
to
the
sacred
space
twixt
kings
and
subiects
,
Heere
would
I
make
thee
cast
that
popular
purple
,
In
which
thy
proud
soule
sits
and
braues
thy
soueraigne
.
Mons.
Peace
,
peace
,
I
pray
thee
peace
.
Buss.
Let
him
peace
first
that
made
the
first
warre
.
Mons.
Hee
's
the
better
man
.
Buss.
And
therefore
may
doe
worst
?
Mons.
He
has
more
titles
.
Buss.
So
Hydra
had
more
heads
.
Mons.
Hee
's
greater
knowne
.
Buss.
His
greatnesse
is
the
peoples
,
mine
's
mine
owne
.
Mons.
Hee
's
noblie
borne
.
Buss.
He
is
not
,
I
am
noble
.
And
noblesse
in
his
blood
hath
no
gradation
,
But
in
his
merit
.
Gui.
Th'
art
not
nobly
borne
,
But
bastard
to
the
Cardinall
of
Ambois
.
Buss.
Thou
liest
proud
Guiserd
;
let
me
flie
(
my
Lord
.
)
Henr.
Not
in
my
face
;
(
my
Eagle
)
violence
flies
The
Sanctuaries
of
a
Princes
eies
.
Buss.
Still
shall
we
chide
?
and
some
vpon
this
bit
?
Is
the
Guise
only
great
in
faction
?
Stands
he
not
by
himselfe
?
Prooues
he
th'
Opinion
That
mens
soules
are
without
them
?
Be
a
Duke
,
And
lead
me
to
the
field
.
Guis.
Come
,
follow
me
.
Henr.
Stay
them
,
stay
D'Ambois
;
Cosen
Guise
,
I
wonder
Your
equall
disposition
brookes
so
ill
A
man
so
good
,
that
only
would
vphold
Man
in
his
natiue
noblesse
,
from
whose
fall
All
our
dissentions
rise
;
that
in
himselfe
(
Without
the
outward
patches
of
our
frailtie
,
Riches
and
honour
)
knowes
he
comprehends
Worth
with
the
greatest
:
Kings
had
neuer
borne
Such
boundlesse
eminence
ouer
other
men
,
Had
all
maintain'd
the
spirit
and
state
of
D'Ambois
;
Nor
had
the
full
impartiall
hand
of
nature
That
all
things
gaue
in
her
originall
,
Without
these
definite
terms
of
Mine
and
Thine
,
Beene
turn'd
vniustly
to
the
hand
of
Fortune
:
Had
all
preseru'd
her
in
her
prime
,
like
D'Ambois
;
No
enuie
,
no
disiunction
had
dissolu'd
,
Or
pluck'd
out
one
sticke
of
the
golden
fagot
,
In
which
the
world
of
Saturne
was
compris'd
,
Had
all
beene
held
together
with
the
nerues
,
The
genius
and
th'
ingenuous
soule
of
D'Ambois
.
Let
my
hand
therefore
be
the
Hermean
rodde
To
part
and
reconcile
,
and
so
conserue
you
,
As
my
combin'd
embracers
and
supporters
.
Buss.
T
is
our
Kings
motion
,
and
wee
shall
not
seeme
(
To
worst
eies
)
womanish
,
though
wee
change
thus
soone
Neuer
so
great
grudge
for
his
greater
pleasure
.
Gui.
I
seale
to
that
,
and
so
the
manly
freedome
That
you
so
much
professe
,
heereafter
prooue
not
A
bold
and
glorious
licence
to
depraue
:
To
mee
his
hand
shall
prooue
the
Hermean
rodde
His
grace
affects
,
in
which
submissiue
signe
On
this
his
sacred
right
hand
,
I
lay
mine
.
Buss.
T
is
well
my
Lord
,
and
so
your
worthie
greatnesse
Engender
not
the
greater
insolence
,
Nor
make
you
thinke
it
a
Prerogatiue
,
To
racke
mens
freedomes
with
the
ruder
wrongs
;
My
hand
(
stucke
full
of
lawrell
,
in
true
signe
T
is
wholly
dedicate
to
righteous
peace
)
In
all
submission
kisseth
th'
other
side
.
Hen.
Thankes
to
ye
both
:
and
kindly
I
inuite
ye
Both
to
a
banquet
where
wee
le
sacrifice
Full
cups
to
confirmation
of
yours
loues
;
At
which
(
faire
Ladies
)
I
entreat
your
presence
.
Exeunt
Henry
,
D'Amb.
Ely
.
Ta
.
Mons.
What
had
my
bounty
drunke
when
it
rais'd
him
?
Gui.
Y
'aue
stucke
vs
vp
a
very
proper
flag
That
takes
more
winde
than
we
with
all
our
sailes
.
Mons.
O
so
he
spreds
and
flourishes
.
Gui.
He
must
downe
,
Vpstarts
should
neuer
perch
too
neere
a
crowne
.
Mons.
T
is
true
my
Lord
;
and
as
this
doting
hand
,
Euen
out
of
earth
,
(
like
Iuno
)
strooke
this
giant
,
So
Ioues
great
ordinance
shal
be
heere
implide
To
strike
him
vnder
th'
Aetna
of
his
pride
:
To
which
worke
lend
your
hands
and
let
vs
cast
Where
we
may
set
snares
for
his
gadding
greatnes
.
I
thinke
it
best
,
amongst
our
greatest
women
:
For
there
is
no
such
trap
to
catch
an
vpstart
As
a
loose
downfall
;
and
indeed
their
fals
Are
th'
ends
of
all
mens
rising
:
if
great
men
And
wise
;
make
scapes
to
please
aduantage
T
is
with
a
woman
:
women
that
woorst
may
Still
hold
mens
candles
:
they
direct
and
know
All
things
amisse
in
all
men
;
and
their
women
All
things
amisse
in
them
:
through
whose
charmd
mouthes
We
may
see
all
the
close
scapes
of
the
Court
:
When
the
most
royall
beast
of
chace
(
being
old
,
And
cunning
in
his
choice
of
layres
and
haunts
)
Can
neuer
be
discouered
to
the
bow
The
peece
or
hound
:
yet
where
his
custome
is
To
beat
his
vault
,
and
he
ruts
with
his
hinde
,
The
place
is
markt
,
and
by
his
Venery
He
still
is
taken
.
Shall
we
then
attempt
The
chiefest
meane
to
that
discouery
heere
,
And
court
our
greatest
Ladies
greatest
women
,
With
shews
of
loue
,
and
liberall
promises
?
T
is
but
our
breath
.
If
something
giuen
in
hand
,
Sharpen
their
hopes
of
more
;
twilbe
well
venterd
.
Gui.
No
doubt
of
that
:
and
t
is
an
excellent
point
Of
our
deuis'd
inuestigation
.
Mons.
I
haue
already
broke
the
ice
,
my
Lord
,
With
the
most
trusted
woman
of
your
Countesse
,
And
hope
I
shall
wade
through
to
our
discouery
,
Mont.
Take
say
of
her
my
Lord
,
she
comes
most
fitly
And
we
will
to
the
other
.
Enter
Charlot
,
Anable
,
Pero
.
Gui.
Y'
are
engag'd
.
An.
Nay
pray
my
Lord
forbeare
.
Mont.
What
skittish
,
seruant
?
An.
No
my
Lord
I
am
not
so
fit
for
your
seruice
:
Char.
Pray
pardon
me
now
my
Lord
?
my
Lady
expects
me
.
Gui.
I
le
satisfie
her
expectation
,
as
far
as
an
vnkle
may
.
Mons.
Well
said
:
a
spirt
of
Courtship
of
all
hands
:
Now
mine
owne
Pero
:
hast
thou
remembred
mee
For
the
discouery
I
entreated
thee
to
make
concerning
Thy
Mistresse
?
speak
boldly
,
and
be
sure
of
all
things
I
haue
promised
.
Pero
.
Building
on
that
you
haue
sworne
(
my
Lord
)
I
may
speake
:
and
much
the
rather
,
because
my
Lady
hath
not
trusted
me
with
that
I
can
tell
you
;
for
now
I
cannot
be
said
to
betray
her
.
Mons.
That
's
all
one
:
so
it
bee
not
to
one
that
will
betray
thee
:
foorth
I
beseech
thee
.
Per.
To
tell
you
truth
,
my
Lord
,
I
haue
made
a
strange
discouery
.
Mons.
Excellent
Pero
thou
reuiu'st
me
:
may
I
sincke
quicke
into
earth
heere
,
if
my
tongue
discouer
it
.
Per.
T
is
thus
then
:
This
last
night
my
Lord
lay
foorth
:
and
I
wondring
my
Ladies
sitting
vp
,
stole
at
midnight
from
my
pallat
:
and
(
hauing
before
made
a
hole
both
through
the
wall
and
arras
to
her
inmost
chamber
)
I
saw
D'Ambois
and
she
set
close
at
a
banquet
.
Mons.
D'Ambois
?
Per.
Euen
he
my
Lord
.
Mons.
Dost
thou
not
dreame
wench
?
Per.
No
my
Lord
,
he
is
the
man
.
Mons.
The
diuell
he
is
,
and
thy
Lady
his
dam
:
infinite
regions
betwixt
a
womans
tongue
and
her
heart
:
is
this
our
Goddesse
of
chastity
?
I
thought
I
could
not
be
so
sleighted
:
if
shee
had
not
her
freight
besides
:
and
therefore
plotted
this
with
her
woman
:
deare
Pero
I
will
aduance
thee
for
euer
:
but
tell
mee
now
:
Gods
pretious
it
transformes
me
with
admiration
:
sweet
Pero
,
whom
should
she
trust
with
his
conueiance
?
Or
,
all
the
doores
being
made
sure
,
how
could
his
conueiance
bee
performed
?
Per.
Nay
my
Lord
,
that
amazes
me
:
I
cannot
by
any
study
so
much
as
guesse
at
it
.
Mons.
Well
,
le
ts
fauour
our
apprehensions
with
forbearing
that
a
little
:
for
if
my
heart
were
not
hoopt
with
adamant
,
the
conceipt
of
this
would
haue
burst
it
:
but
hearke
thee
.
Char.
I
sweare
to
your
Grace
,
all
that
I
can
coniecture
touching
my
Lady
your
Neece
,
is
a
strong
affection
she
beares
to
the
English
Mylor
.
Gui.
All
quod
you
?
t
is
enough
I
assure
you
,
but
tell
me
.
Mont.
I
pray
thee
resolue
me
:
the
Duke
will
neuer
imagine
that
I
am
busie
about
's
wife
:
hath
D'Ambois
any
priuy
accesse
to
her
?
An.
No
my
Lord
,
D'Ambois
neglects
her
(
as
she
takes
it
)
and
is
therefore
suspicious
that
either
your
Lady
,
or
the
Countesse
Beaupre
hath
closely
entertaind
him
.
Mont.
Ber
lady
a
likely
suspition
,
and
very
neere
the
life
,
if
she
marks
it
;
especially
of
my
wife
.
Mons.
Come
we
'l
put
off
all
,
with
seeming
onely
to
haue
courted
;
away
drie
palme
:
sh
'as
a
liuer
as
hard
as
a
bisket
:
a
man
may
goe
a
whole
voyage
with
her
,
and
get
nothing
but
tempests
at
her
windpipe
.
Gui.
Heer
's
one
:
(
I
thinke
)
has
swallowd
a
porcupine
,
she
casts
pricks
from
her
tongue
so
.
Mont.
And
heer
's
a
peacock
seemes
to
haue
deuourd
one
of
the
Alpes
,
she
has
so
swelling
a
spirit
,
and
is
so
cold
of
her
kindnesse
.
Char.
We
be
no
windfals
my
Lord
;
ye
must
gather
vs
with
the
ladder
of
matrimony
,
or
we
'l
hang
till
we
be
rotten
.
Mons.
Indeed
that
's
the
way
to
make
ye
right
openarses
.
But
ahlas
ye
haue
no
portions
fit
for
such
husbands
as
we
wish
you
.
Per.
Portions
my
Lord
,
yes
and
such
portions
as
your
principality
cannot
purchase
.
Mons.
What
woman
?
what
are
those
portions
?
Per.
Riddle
my
riddle
my
Lord
.
Mons.
I
marry
wench
,
I
thinke
thy
portion
is
a
right
riddle
,
a
man
shall
neuer
finde
it
out
:
but
le
ts
heare
it
.
Per.
You
shall
my
Lord
.
What
's
that
,
that
being
most
rar
's
most
cheape
?
That
if
you
sow
,
you
neuer
reape
?
That
when
it
growes
most
,
most
you
in
it
?
And
still
you
lose
it
when
you
win
it
:
That
when
t
is
commonest
,
t
is
dearest
,
And
when
t
is
farthest
off
't
is
neerest
?
Mons.
Is
this
your
portion
?
Per.
Euen
this
my
Lord
.
Mons.
Beleeue
me
I
cannot
riddle
it
.
Per.
No
my
Lord
,
t
is
my
chastity
,
which
you
shall
neither
riddle
nor
fiddle
.
Mons.
Your
chastity
?
let
me
begin
with
the
end
of
you
;
how
is
a
womans
chastitie
neerest
a
man
,
when
t
is
furthest
off
?
Per.
Why
my
Lord
,
when
you
cannot
get
it
,
it
goes
toth
'
heart
on
you
;
and
that
I
thinke
comes
most
neere
you
:
and
I
am
sure
it
shall
bee
farre
enough
off
;
and
so
I
leaue
you
to
my
mercy
.
Exit
.
Mons.
Farewell
riddle
.
Gui.
Farewell
Medlar
.
Mont.
Farewell
winter
plum
.
Mons.
Now
my
Lords
,
what
fruit
of
our
inquisition
?
feele
you
nothing
budding
yet
?
Speake
good
my
Lord
Mountsurry
.
Mont.
Nothing
but
this
:
D'Ambois
is
negligent
in
obseruing
the
Duchesse
,
and
therefore
she
is
suspicious
that
your
Neece
or
my
wife
closely
entertaines
him
.
Mons.
Your
wife
,
my
Lord
?
Thinke
you
that
possible
?
Mont.
Alas
,
I
know
she
flies
him
like
her
last
houre
.
Mons.
Her
last
houre
?
why
that
comes
vpon
her
the
more
she
flies
it
:
Does
D'Ambois
so
thinke
you
?
Mont.
That
's
not
worth
the
answering
:
T
is
horrible
to
think
with
what
monsters
womens
imaginations
engrosse
them
when
they
are
once
enamour'd
,
and
what
wonders
they
will
worke
for
their
satisfaction
.
They
will
make
a
sheepe
valiant
,
a
Lion
fearefull
.
Mons.
And
an
Asse
confident
,
my
Lord
,
t
is
true
,
and
more
will
come
forth
shortly
,
get
you
to
the
banquet
.
Exit
Guise
cum
Mont.
O
the
vnfounded
Sea
of
womens
bloods
,
That
when
t
is
calmest
,
is
most
dangerous
;
Not
any
wrincle
creaming
in
their
faces
,
When
in
their
hearts
are
Scylla
and
Charibdis
,
Which
still
are
hid
in
monster-formed
cloudes
,
Where
neuer
day
shines
,
nothing
euer
growes
,
But
weeds
and
poisons
,
that
no
states-man
knowes
;
Not
Cerberus
euer
saw
the
damned
nookes
Hid
with
the
vailes
of
womens
vertuous
lookes
:
I
will
conceale
all
yet
,
and
giue
more
time
To
D'Ambois
triall
,
now
vpon
my
hooke
;
He
awes
my
throat
;
else
like
Sybillas
Caue
It
should
breath
oracles
;
I
feare
him
strangely
,
And
may
resemble
his
aduanced
valour
Vnto
a
spirit
rais'd
without
a
circle
,
Endangering
him
that
ignorantly
rais'd
him
,
And
for
whose
furie
he
hath
learn'd
no
limit
.
Enter
D'Ambois
.
Mons.
How
now
,
what
leap'st
thou
at
?
D'Amb.
O
royall
obiect
.
Mons.
Thou
dream'st
awake
:
Obiect
in
th'
emptie
aire
?
D'Amb.
Worthie
the
head
of
Titan
,
worth
his
chaire
.
Mons.
Pray
thee
what
mean'st
thou
?
D'Amb.
See
you
not
a
Croune
Empale
the
forehead
of
the
great
King
Monsieur
?
Mons.
O
fie
vpon
thee
.
D'Amb.
Sir
,
that
is
the
Subiect
Of
all
these
your
retir'd
and
sole
discourses
.
Mons.
Wilt
thou
not
leaue
that
wrongfull
supposition
?
This
still
hath
made
me
doubt
thou
dost
not
loue
me
.
Wilt
thou
doe
one
thing
for
me
then
syncerelie
?
D'Amb.
I
,
any
thing
,
but
killing
of
the
King
.
Mons.
Still
in
that
discord
,
and
ill
taken
note
?
D'Amb.
Come
,
doe
not
doubt
me
,
and
command
mee
all
things
.
Mons.
I
will
not
then
,
and
now
by
all
my
loue
Shewne
to
thy
vertues
,
and
by
all
fruits
else
Alreadie
sprung
from
that
affection
,
I
charge
thee
vtter
(
euen
with
all
the
freedome
Both
of
thy
noble
nature
and
thy
friendship
)
The
full
and
plaine
state
of
me
in
thy
thoughts
.
D'Amb.
What
,
vtter
plainly
what
I
thinke
of
you
?
Why
this
swims
quite
against
the
streame
of
greatnesse
:
Great
men
would
rather
heare
their
flatteries
,
And
if
they
be
not
made
fooles
,
are
not
wise
.
Mons.
I
am
no
such
great
foole
,
and
therefore
charge
thee
Euen
from
the
roote
of
thy
free
heart
,
display
mee
.
D'Amb.
Since
you
affect
it
in
such
serious
termes
,
If
your selfe
first
will
tell
me
what
you
thinke
As
freely
and
as
heartily
of
mee
,
I
le
be
as
open
in
my
thoughts
of
you
.
Mons.
A
bargaine
of
mine
honour
;
and
make
this
,
That
prooue
wee
in
our
full
dissection
Neuer
so
foule
,
liue
still
the
sounder
friends
.
D'Amb.
What
else
Sir
?
come
begin
,
and
speake
me
simply
.
Mons.
I
will
I
sweare
.
I
thinke
thee
then
a
man
,
That
dares
as
much
as
a
wilde
horse
or
Tyger
;
As
headstrong
and
as
bloodie
;
and
to
feede
The
rauenous
wolfe
of
thy
most
Caniball
valour
,
(
Rather
than
not
employ
it
)
thou
would'st
turne
Hackster
to
any
whore
,
slaue
to
a
Iew
,
Or
English
vsurer
,
to
force
possessions
,
And
cut
mens
throates
of
morgaged
estates
;
Or
thou
would'st
tire
thee
like
a
Tinkers
wife
,
And
murther
market
folkes
,
quarrell
with
sheepe
,
And
runne
as
mad
as
Aiax
;
serue
a
Butcher
,
Doe
any
thing
but
killing
of
the
King
:
That
in
thy
valour
th'
art
like
other
naturals
,
That
haue
strange
gifts
in
nature
,
but
no
soule
Diffus'd
quite
through
,
to
make
them
of
a
peece
,
But
stoppe
at
humours
,
that
are
more
absurd
,
Childish
and
villanous
than
that
hackster
,
whore
,
Slaue
,
cut-throat
,
Tinkers
bitch
,
compar'd
before
:
And
in
those
humours
would'st
enuie
,
betray
,
Slander
,
blaspheme
,
change
each
houre
a
religion
;
Doe
any
thing
,
but
killing
of
the
King
;
That
in
that
valour
(
which
is
still
my
dunghill
,
To
which
I
carrie
all
filth
in
thy
house
)
Th'
art
more
ridiculous
and
vaine-glorious
Than
any
Mountibancke
;
and
impudent
Than
any
painted
bawde
;
which
,
not
to
sooth
And
glorifie
thee
like
a
Iupiter
Hammon
,
Thou
eat'st
thy
heart
in
vineger
;
and
thy
gall
Turns
all
thy
blood
to
poison
,
which
is
cause
Of
that
Tode-poole
that
stands
in
thy
complexion
;
And
makes
thee
(
with
a
cold
and
earthie
moisture
,
Which
is
the
damme
of
putrifaction
,
As
plague
to
thy
damn'd
pride
)
rot
as
thou
liu'st
;
To
study
calumnies
and
treacheries
;
To
thy
friends
slaughters
,
like
a
Scrich-owle
sing
,
And
to
all
mischiefs
,
but
to
kill
the
King
.
D'Amb.
So
:
Haue
you
said
?
Mons.
How
thinkest
thou
?
Doe
I
flatter
?
Speake
I
not
like
a
trustie
friend
to
thee
?
D'Amb.
That
euer
any
man
was
blest
withall
;
So
heere
's
for
mee
.
I
thinke
you
are
(
at
worst
)
No
diuell
,
since
y'
are
like
to
be
no
king
;
Of
which
,
with
any
friend
of
yours
I
le
lay
This
poore
Stilladoe
heere
,
gainst
all
the
starres
,
I
,
and
gainst
all
your
treacheries
,
which
are
more
;
That
you
did
neuer
good
,
but
to
doe
ill
;
But
ill
of
all
sorts
,
free
and
for
it selfe
:
That
(
like
a
murthering
peece
,
making
lanes
in
armies
The
first
man
of
a
ranke
,
the
whole
ranke
falling
)
If
you
haue
once
wrong'd
one
man
,
y'
are
so
farre
From
making
him
amends
,
that
all
his
race
,
Friends
and
associates
fall
into
your
chace
:
That
y'
are
for
periuries
the
verie
prince
Of
all
intelligencers
;
and
your
voice
Is
like
an
Easterne
winde
,
that
where
it
flies
,
Knits
nets
of
Catterpillars
,
with
which
you
catch
The
prime
of
all
the
fruits
the
kingdome
yeeldes
.
That
your
politicall
head
is
the
curst
fount
Of
all
the
violence
,
rapine
,
crueltie
,
Tyrannie
&
Atheisme
flowing
through
the
realme
.
That
y
'aue
a
tongue
so
scandalous
,
t
will
cut
A
perfect
Crystall
;
and
a
breath
that
will
Kill
to
that
wall
a
spider
;
you
will
iest
With
God
,
and
your
soule
to
the
diuell
tender
For
lust
;
kisse
horror
,
and
with
death
engender
.
That
your
foule
bodie
is
a
Lernean
fenne
Of
all
the
maladies
breeding
in
all
men
.
That
you
are
vtterlie
without
a
soule
:
And
(
for
your
life
)
the
thred
of
that
was
spunne
,
When
Clotho
slept
,
and
let
her
breathing
rocke
Fall
in
the
durt
;
and
Lachesis
still
drawes
it
,
Dipping
her
twisting
fingers
in
a
boule
Defil'd
,
and
croun'd
with
vertues
forced
soule
.
And
lastly
(
which
I
must
for
Gratitude
Euer
remember
)
That
of
all
my
height
And
dearest
life
,
you
are
the
onlie
spring
,
Only
in
royall
hope
to
kill
the
king
.
Mons.
Why
now
I
see
thou
lou'st
mee
,
come
to
the
banquet
.
Finis
Actus
terty
.