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But when it cries "clincke" in his raisers spirit.
Many will say, that cannot rise at all, 140
Mans first houres rise is first step to his fall.
I'le venture that; men that fall low must die,
As well as men cast headlong from the skie.

_Ent[er] Maffe._

[_Maffe._] Humor of Princes! Is this wretch indu'd
With any merit worth a thousand crownes? 145
Will my lord have me be so ill a steward
Of his revenue, to dispose a summe
So great, with so small cause as shewes in him?
I must examine this. Is your name D'Ambois?

_Buss._ Sir?

_Maff._ Is your name D'Ambois?

_Buss._ Who have we here? 150
Serve you the Monsieur?

_Maff._ How?

_Buss._ Serve you the Monsieur?

_Maff._ Sir, y'are very hot. I doe serve the Monsieur;
But in such place as gives me the command
Of all his other servants: and because
His Graces pleasure is to give your good 155
His passe through my command, me thinks you might
Use me with more respect.

_Buss._ Crie you mercy!
Now you have opened my dull eies, I see you,
And would be glad to see the good you speake of:
What might I call your name?

_Maff._ Monsieur Maffe. 160

_Buss._ Monsieur Maffe? Then, good Monsieur Maffe,
Pray let me know you better.

_Maff._ Pray doe so,
That you may use me better. For your selfe,
By your no better outside, I would judge you
To be some poet. Have you given my lord 165
Some pamphlet?

_Buss._ Pamphlet!

_Maff._ Pamphlet, sir, I say.

_Buss._ Did your great masters goodnesse leave the good,
That is to passe your charge to my poore use,
To your discretion?

_Maff._ Though he did not, sir,
I hope 'tis no rude office to aske reason 170
How that his Grace gives me in charge, goes from me?

_Buss._ That's very perfect, sir.

_Maff._ Why, very good, sir;
I pray, then, give me leave. If for no pamphlet,
May I not know what other merit in you
Makes his compunction willing to relieve you? 175

_Buss._ No merit in the world, sir.

_Maff._ Th