nk you that 295
possible?

_Mont._ Alas, I know she flies him like her
last houre.

_Mons._ Her last houre? Why that comes upon
her the more she flies it. Does D'Ambois so, 300
think you?

_Mont._ That's not worth the answering. Tis
miraculous to think with what monsters womens
imaginations engrosse them when they are once
enamour'd, and what wonders they will work 305
for their satisfaction. They will make a sheepe
valiant, a lion fearefull.

_Mons._ And an asse confident. Well, my lord,
more will come forth shortly; get you to the
banquet. 310

_Gui._ Come, my lord, I have the blind side of
one of them. _Exit Guise cum Mont[surry]._

_Mons._ O the unsounded sea of womens bloods,
That when tis calmest, is most dangerous!
Not any wrinkle creaming in their faces, 315
When in their hearts are Scylla and Caribdis,
Which still are hid in dark and standing foggs,
Where never day shines, nothing ever growes
But weeds and poysons that no states-man knowes;
Nor Cerberus ever saw the damned nookes 320
Hid with the veiles of womens vertuous lookes.
But what a cloud of sulphur have I drawne
Up to my bosome in this dangerous secret!
Which if my hast with any spark should light
Ere D'Ambois were engag'd in some sure plot, 325
I were blowne up; he would be, sure, my death.
Would I had never knowne it, for before
I shall perswade th'importance to Montsurry,
And make him with some studied stratagem
Train D'Ambois to his wreak, his maid may tell it; 330
Or I (out of my fiery thirst to play
With the fell tyger up in darknesse tyed,
And give it some light) make it quite break loose.
I feare it, afore heaven, and will not see
D'Ambois againe, till I have told Montsurry, 335
And set a snare with him to free my feares.
Whose there?

_Enter Maffe._

_Maffe._ My lord?

_Mons._ Goe, call the Count Montsurry,
And make the dores fast; I will speak with none
Till he come to me.

_Maf._ Well, my lord. _Exiturus._

_Mons._ Or else
Send you some other, and see all the dores