e newes that ere came out
of _France_, sir!

_Hen_. What's done there? have they forsaken the Divell & all his
fashions? banishd their Taylors & Tyrewomen?

_Buz_. You had a father & a Brother there; & can you first thinke upon
the Divell & his Limetwiggs.

_Hen_. Had, _Buzzano_? had a father & a Brother there? have I not so,
still, _Buzzano_?

_Buz_. No, sir, your Elder Brother is--

_Hen_. What? speake, _Buzzano_: I imagine, dead.

_Buz_. Nay, you shall give me something by your leave; you shall pay the
poast:--good newes for nothing?

_Hen_. Here, here, _Buzzano_; speake quickly, crowne me with the
felicity of a younger brother: is he dead, man?

_Buz_. No, he's come home very well, sir; doe you thinke I goe on dead
men's errands.

_Hen_. Pox on the Buzzard! how he startled my bloud!

_Buz_. But he is very weary & very pensive, sir; talkes not at all,
but calls for his bed;--pray God your Father be not dead!--and desires
when you come in to have you his Bedfellow, for he hath private speech
with ye.

_Hen_, Well, sir, you that are so apt to take money for newes, beware
how you reflect one word, sillable or thought concerning _Eleonora_:
you knowe what I meane?

_Bus_. Yes, & meane what you know, sir.

_Hen_. What's that?

_Buz_. Ile keepe your Counsaile

_Hen_. My life goes for it else.

{_Exeunt_.

_Actus Quartus_.

(SCENE 1.)

_Enter Henrico (as newly risen)_.

_Hen_. _Buzzano_! slave! _Buzzano_!

_Enter Buzzano with Cloake & Rapier_.

_Buz_. Signior, what a buzzing you make, as if you were a fly at
Bartholomew-tyde at a Butchers stall: doe you think I am deafe?

_Hen_. No, but blind; do'st sleepe as thou goest?

_Buz_. No, but I goe as I sleepe, & that's scurvily.

_Hen_. Call my brother Manuell.

_Buz_. Brother _Manuell_!

_Hen_. How? pray (goodman rascall) how long have he & you bene Brothers?

_Buz_. I know not; may be ever since we were borne, for your father used
to come home to my mother, & why may not I be a chipp of the same blocke
out of which you two were cutt? Mothers are sure of their children, but
no man is able to sweare who was his father.

_Hen_. You are very lusty.

_Buz_. I eate eringoes[31] and potchd eggs last night.

_Hen_. Goe & call him.

_Buz_. What?

_Hen_. You hound, is he up?

_Buz_. No, he's in Bed, and yet he may be up too; Ile goe see.

_Hen_. Stay, and speake low.--How now?