, Mons[ieur] whispering._

_Bar._ Why here's the lion skar'd with the 185
throat of a dunghill cock, a fellow that has
newly shak'd off his shackles; now does he
crow for that victory.

_L'An._ Tis one of the best jiggs that ever
was acted. 190

_Pyr._ Whom does the Guise suppose him to
be, troe?

_L'An._ Out of doubt, some new denizond
Lord, and thinks that suit newly drawne out a
th' mercers books. 195

_Bar._ I have heard of a fellow, that by a fixt
imagination looking upon a bulbaiting, had a
visible paire of hornes grew out of his forhead:
and I beleeve this gallant overjoyed with the
conceit of Monsieurs cast suit, imagines himselfe 200
to be the Monsieur.

_L'An._ And why not? as well as the asse
stalking in the lions case, bare himselfe like a
lion, braying all the huger beasts out of the
forrest? 205

_Pyr._ Peace! he looks this way.

_Bar._ Marrie, let him look, sir; what will you
say now if the Guise be gone to fetch a blanquet
for him?

_L'An._ Faith, I beleeve it, for his honour sake. 210

_Pyr._ But, if D'Ambois carrie it cleane? _Exeunt Ladies._

_Bar._ True, when he curvets in the blanquet.

_Pyr._ I, marrie, sir.

_L'An._ Sfoot, see how he stares on's.

_Bar._ Lord blesse us, let's away. 215

_Buss._ Now, sir, take your full view: who
does the object please ye?

_Bar._ If you aske my opinion, sir, I think
your suit sits as well as if't had beene made for
you. 220

_Buss._ So, sir, and was that the subject of your
ridiculous joylity?

_L'An._ What's that to you, sir?

_Buss._ Sir, I have observ'd all your fleerings;
and resolve your selves yee shall give a strickt 225
account for't.

_Enter Brisac, Melynell._

_Bar._ O miraculous jealousie! Doe you think
your selfe such a singular subject for laughter
that none can fall into the matter of our merriment
but you? 230

_L'An._ This jealousie of yours, sir, confesses
some close defect in your selfe that wee never
dream'd of.