(By which I onely know her) doth deter me.

_Henr._ So doe they all men else.

_Mons._ You would say so, 60
If you knew all.

_Tam._ Knew all, my lord? what meane you?

_Mons._ All that I know, madam.

_Tam._ That you know! Speak it.

_Mons._ No, tis enough I feele it.

_Henr._ But me thinks
Her courtship is more pure then heretofore.
True courtiers should be modest, and not nice; 65
Bold, but not impudent; pleasure love, not vice.

_Mons._ Sweet heart, come hither! what if one should make
Horns at Mountsurry, would it not strike him jealous
Through all the proofes of his chaste ladies vertues?

_Buss._ If he be wise, not. 70

_Mons._ What, not if I should name the gardener
That I would have him think hath grafted him?

_Buss._ So the large licence that your greatnesse uses
To jest at all men may be taught indeed
To make a difference of the grounds you play on, 75
Both in the men you scandall and the matter.

_Mons._ As how, as how?

_Buss._ Perhaps led with a traine
Where you may have your nose made lesse and slit,
Your eyes thrust out.

_Mons._ Peace, peace, I pray thee, peace!
Who dares doe that? the brother of his King! 80

_Buss._ Were your King brother in you; all your powers
(Stretcht in the armes of great men and their bawds)
Set close downe by you; all your stormy lawes
Spouted with lawyers mouthes, and gushing bloud,
Like to so many torrents; all your glories 85
Making you terrible, like enchanted flames,
Fed with bare cockscombs and with crooked hammes,
All your prerogatives, your shames, and tortures,
All daring heaven and opening hell about you--
Were I the man ye wrong'd so and provok'd, 90
(Though ne're so much beneath you) like a box tree
I would out of the roughnesse of my root
Ramme hardnesse in my lownesse, and, like death
Mounted on earthquakes, I would trot through all
Honors and horrors, thorow foule and faire, 95
And from your whole strength tosse you into the aire.

_Mons._ Goe, th'art a devill! such another spirit
Could not be still'd from all th'Armenian dragons.
O, my loves glory! he