_Mons._ How thinkest thou? Doe I flatter? 475 Speak I not like a trusty friend to thee?

_Buss._ That ever any man was blest withall. So here's for me! I think you are (at worst) No devill, since y'are like to be no King; Of which with any friend of yours Ile lay 480 This poore stillado here gainst all the starres, I, and 'gainst all your treacheries, which are more: That you did never good, but to doe ill, But ill of all sorts, free and for it selfe: That (like a murthering peece making lanes in armies, 485 The first man of a rank, the whole rank falling) If you have wrong'd one man, you are so farre From making him amends that all his race, Friends, and associates fall into your chace: That y'are for perjuries the very prince 490 Of all intelligencers; and your voice Is like an easterne winde, that, where it flies, Knits nets of catterpillars, with which you catch The prime of all the fruits the kingdome yeelds: That your politicall head is the curst fount 495 Of all the violence, rapine, cruelty, Tyrannie, & atheisme flowing through the realme: That y'ave a tongue so scandalous, 'twill cut The purest christall, and a breath that will Kill to that wall a spider; you will jest 500 With God, and your soule to the Devill tender For lust; kisse horror, and with death engender: That your foule body is a Lernean fenne Of all the maladies breeding in all men: That you are utterly without a soule; 505 And for your life, the thred of that was spunne When Clotho slept, and let her breathing rock Fall in the durt; and Lachesis still drawes it, Dipping her twisting fingers in a boule Defil'd, and crown'd with vertues forced soule: 510 And lastly (which I must for gratitude Ever remember) that of all my height And dearest life you are the onely spring, Onely in royall hope to kill the King.

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_Mons._ Why, now I see thou lov'st me! come to the banquet! _Exeunt._ 515

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_Henry . . . Attendants_. A, _Henry, D'Ambois, Monsieur, Guise, Mont., Elenor, Tam., Pero_.

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71-72 Three lines in Qq, i.e. _Peace . . . thee peace_ | _Let . . . warre_ | _He's . . . man_.

76 _noblier_. Emend. ed. Qq, nobly; see note, p. 154.

88 _Stay . . . D'Ambois_. B, Stay them, stay D'Ambois.

117 _hold_. A, proove. _vertue_. A, rodde.