aker,
His raiser, and preserver?

_Mont._ Even the same.
Each naturall agent works but to this end,
To render that it works on like it selfe;
Which since the Monsieur in his act on D'Ambois 125
Cannot to his ambitious end effect,
But that (quite opposite) the King hath power
(In his love borne to D'Ambois) to convert
The point of Monsieurs aime on his owne breast,
He turnes his outward love to inward hate: 130
A princes love is like the lightnings fume,
Which no man can embrace, but must consume. _Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

_Enter D'Ambois . . . pearle_. A, Bucy, Tamyra.

1-2 _Sweet . . . spice_. A omits.

28 _servile_. A, Goddesse.

34 _our one_. So in A: B omits _our_.

35 _selfe_. A, truth.

37 _one_. A, men.

45-61 _Now let . . . Descendit Frier and D'Amb[ois]_. A
omits.

92 _thine eies_. A, thy beauties.

118 _under our Kings arme_. A, underneath the King.

[ACTUS TERTII SCENA SECUNDA.

_A room in the Court._]

_Henry, D'Ambois, Monsieur, Guise, Dutches, Annabell,
Charlot, Attendants._

_Henry._ Speak home, my Bussy! thy impartiall words
Are like brave faulcons that dare trusse a fowle
Much greater than themselves; flatterers are kites
That check at sparrowes; thou shalt be my eagle,
And beare my thunder underneath thy wings: 5
Truths words like jewels hang in th'eares of kings.

_Bussy_. Would I might live to see no Jewes hang there
In steed of jewels--sycophants, I meane,
Who use Truth like the Devill, his true foe,
Cast by the angell to the pit of feares, 10
And bound in chaines; Truth seldome decks kings eares.
Slave flattery (like a rippiers legs rowl'd up
In boots of hay-ropes) with kings soothed guts
Swadled and strappl'd, now lives onely free.
O, tis a subtle knave; how like the plague 15
Unfelt he strikes into the braine of man,
And rageth in his entrailes when he can,
Worse than the poison of a red hair'd man.

_Henr._ Fly at him and his brood! I cast thee off,
And once more give thee surname of mine eagle. 20

_Buss._ Ile make you sport enough, then. Let me have
My lucerns too, or dogs inur'd to hunt
B