_Buss._ You call'd me lately D'Amboys; has your Worship So short a head?
_Maff._ I cry thee mercy, D'Amboys. 210 A thousand crownes I bring you from my lord; If you be thriftie, and play the good husband, you may make This a good standing living; 'tis a bountie, His Highnesse might perhaps have bestow'd better.
_Buss._ Goe, y'are a rascall; hence, away, you rogue! [_Strikes him._] 215
_Buss._ Hence! prate no more! Or, by thy villans bloud, thou prat'st thy last! A barbarous groome grudge at his masters bountie! But since I know he would as much abhorre His hinde should argue what he gives his friend, 220 Take that, Sir, for your aptnesse to dispute. _Exit._
_Maff._ These crownes are set in bloud; bloud be their fruit! _Exit._
10 _men meerely great_. A, our tympanouse statists.
102-3 _And . . . part_. Repunctuated by ed. Qq have:--
And (hearing villanies preacht) t'unfold their Art Learne to commit them, Tis a great mans Part.
126 _To fit his seed-land soyl_. A, But hee's no husband heere.
153 After this line B inserts: Table, Chesbord & Tapers behind the Arras. This relates not to the present Scene, but to Scene 2, where the King and Guise play chess (cf. I, 2, 184). Either it has been inserted, by a printer's error, prematurely; or, more probably, it may be an instruction to the "prompter" to see that the properties needed in the next Scene are ready, which has crept from an acting version of the play into the Quartos.
167 _your great masters goodnesse_. A, his wise excellencie.
And to your deserts The reverend vertues of a faithfull steward.
212 _If you be thriftie, and_. A, Serve God.
_Henry, Guise, Montsurry, Elenor, Tamyra, Beaupre, Pero, Charlotte, Pyra, Annable._
_Henry._ Duchesse of Guise, your Grace is much enricht In the attendance of that English virgin, That will initiate her prime of youth, (Dispos'd to Court conditions) under the hand Of your prefer'd instructions and command, 5 Rather than any in the English Court, Whose ladies are not matcht in Christendome For gracefull and confirm'd behaviours, More than the Court, where they are bred, is equall'd.
_Guise._ I like not their Court-fashion; it is too crestfalne 10 In all observance, making demi-gods Of their great nobles; and of their old Queene An ever-yong and most immortall goddesse.