ire to all I have
(That's all I can say, and that all I sweare) 100
If thou out-live me, as I know thou must,
Or else hath Nature no proportion'd end
To her great labours; she hath breath'd a minde
Into thy entrails, of desert to swell
Into another great Augustus Caesar; 105
Organs and faculties fitted to her greatnesse;
And should that perish like a common spirit,
Nature's a courtier and regards no merit.

_Henr._ Here's nought but whispering with us; like a calme
Before a tempest, when the silent ayre 110
Layes her soft eare close to the earth to hearken
For that she feares steales on to ravish her;
Some fate doth joyne our eares to heare it comming.
Come, my brave eagle, let's to covert flie!
I see almighty AEther in the smoak 115
Of all his clowds descending, and the skie
Hid in the dim ostents of tragedy.
_Exit Henr[y] with D'Amb[ois] & Ladies._

_Guis._ Now stirre the humour, and begin the brawle.

_Mont._ The King and D'Ambois now are growne all one.

_Mons._ Nay, they are two, my lord.

_Mont._ How's that?

_Mons._ No more. 120

_Mont._ I must have more, my lord.

_Mons._ What, more than two?

_Mont._ How monstrous is this!

_Mons._ Why?

_Mont._ You make me horns.

_Mons._ Not I, it is a work without my power,
Married mens ensignes are not made with fingers;
Of divine fabrique they are, not mens hands: 125
Your wife, you know, is a meere Cynthia,
And she must fashion hornes out of her nature.

_Mont._ But doth she? dare you charge her? speak, false prince.

_Mons._ I must not speak, my lord; but if you'l use
The learning of a noble man, and read, 130
Here's something to those points. Soft, you must pawne
Your honour, having read it, to return it.

_Enter Tamira, Pero._

_Mont._ Not I:--I pawne mine honour for a paper!

_Mons._ You must not buy it under. _Exeunt Guise and Monsieur._

_Mont._ Keepe it then,
And keepe fire in your bosome!

_Tam._ What sayes he? 135

_Mont._ Y