Knight of the 135
new edition.

_Buss._ Cut my throat! I would the King
fear'd thy cutting of his throat no more than I
feare thy cutting of mine.

_Gui._ Ile doe't, by this hand. 140

_Buss._ That hand dares not doe't; y'ave cut
too many throats already, Guise, and robb'd the
realme of many thousand soules, more precious
than thine owne. Come, madam, talk on. Sfoot,
can you not talk? Talk on, I say. Another 145
riddle.

_Pyrhot._ Here's some strange distemper.

_Bar._ Here's a sudden transmigration with
D'Ambois, out of the Knights ward into the
Duches bed. 150

_L'An._ See what a metamorphosis a brave
suit can work.

_Pyr._ Slight! step to the Guise, and discover
him.

_Bar._ By no meanes; let the new suit work; 155
wee'll see the issue.

_Gui._ Leave your courting.

_Buss._ I will not. I say, mistresse, and I will
stand unto it, that if a woman may have three
servants, a man may have threescore mistresses. 160

_Gui._ Sirrha, Ile have you whipt out of the
Court for this insolence.

_Buss._ Whipt! Such another syllable out a
th'presence, if thou dar'st, for thy Dukedome.

_Gui._ Remember, poultron! 165

_Mons._ Pray thee forbeare!

_Buss._ Passion of death! Were not the King
here, he should strow the chamber like a rush.

_Mons._ But leave courting his wife then.

_Buss._ I wil not: Ile court her in despight of 170
him. Not court her! Come madam, talk on;
feare me nothing. [_To Guise._] Well mai'st
thou drive thy master from the Court, but never
D'Ambois.

_Mons._ His great heart will not down, tis like the sea, 175
That partly by his owne internall heat,
Partly the starrs daily and nightly motion,
Their heat and light, and partly of the place
The divers frames, but chiefly by the moone,
Bristled with surges, never will be wonne, 180
(No, not when th'hearts of all those powers are burst)
To make retreat into his setled home,
Till he be crown'd with his owne quiet fome.

_Henr._ You have the mate. Another?

_Gui._ No more. _Flourish short._

_Exit Guise; after him the King