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good to enter a courtier.

_Henr._ Marke, Duchesse of Guise, there is
one is not bashfull.

_Duch._ No my lord, he is much guilty of the
bold extremity. 90

_Tam._ The man's a courtier at first sight.

_Buss._ I can sing pricksong, lady, at first
sight; and why not be a courtier as suddenly?

_Beaup._ Here's a courtier rotten before he be
ripe. 95

_Buss._ Thinke me not impudent, lady; I am
yet no courtier; I desire to be one and would
gladly take entrance, madam, under your
princely colours.

_Enter Barrisor, L'Anou, Pyrhot._

_Duch._ Soft sir, you must rise by degrees, first 100
being the servant of some common Lady or
Knights wife, then a little higher to a Lords
wife; next a little higher to a Countesse; yet a
little higher to a Duchesse, and then turne the
ladder. 105

_Buss._ Doe you alow a man then foure mistresses,
when the greatest mistresse is alowed
but three servants?

_Duch._ Where find you that statute sir.

_Buss._ Why be judged by the groome-porters. 110

_Duch._ The groome-porters!

_Buss._ I, madam, must not they judge of all
gamings i'th' Court?

_Duch._ You talke like a gamester.

_Gui._ Sir, know you me? 115

_Buss._ My lord!

_Gui._ I know not you; whom doe you serve?

_Buss._ Serve, my lord!

_Gui._ Go to companion; your courtship's too
saucie. 120

_Buss._ Saucie! Companion! tis the Guise,
but yet those termes might have beene spar'd of
the guiserd. Companion! He's jealous, by this
light. Are you blind of that side, Duke? Ile
to her againe for that. Forth, princely mistresse, 125
for the honour of courtship. Another riddle.

_Gui._ Cease your courtshippe, or, by heaven,
Ile cut your throat.

_Buss._ Cut my throat? cut a whetstone, young
Accius Noevius! Doe as much with your 130
tongue as he did with a rasor. Cut my throat!

_Barrisor._ What new-come gallant have wee
heere, that dares mate the Guise thus?

_L'Anou._ Sfoot, tis D'Ambois! the Duke mistakes
him (on my life) for some