._ Why doe I love thee, then? Why have I rak'd thee
Out of the dung-hill? cast my cast ward-robe on thee?
Brought thee to Court to, as I did thy brother?
Made yee my sawcy bon companions?
Taught yee to call our greatest Noblemen 260
By the corruption of their names--Jack, Tom?
Have I blowne both for nothing to this bubble?
Though thou art learn'd, thast no enchanting wit;
Or, were thy wit good, am I therefore bound
To keepe thee for my table?

_Cler._ Well, sir, 'twere 265
A good knights place. Many a proud dubb'd gallant
Seekes out a poore knights living from such emrods.

[_Mons._] Or what use else should I designe thee to?
Perhaps you'll answere me--to be my pander.

_Cler._ Perhaps I shall.

_Mons._ Or did the slie Guise put thee 270
Into my bosome t'undermine my projects?
I feare thee not; for, though I be not sure
I have thy heart, I know thy braine-pan yet
To be as emptie a dull piece of wainscot
As ever arm'd the scalpe of any courtier; 275
A fellow onely that consists of sinewes;
Meere Swisser, apt for any execution.

_Cler._ But killing of the King!

_Mons._ Right: now I see
Thou understand'st thy selfe.

_Cler._ I, and you better.
You are a Kings sonne borne.

_Mons._ Right.

_Cler._ And a Kings brother. 280

_Mons._ True.

_Cler._ And might not any foole have beene so too,
As well as you?

_Mons._ A poxe upon you!

_Cler._ You did no princely deedes
Ere you were borne (I take it) to deserve it; 285
Nor did you any since that I have heard;
Nor will doe ever any, as all thinke.

_Mons._ The Divell take him! Ile no more of him.

_Guise._ Nay: stay, my lord, and heare him answere you.

_Mons._ No more, I sweare. Farewell.
_Ex[eunt] Mons[ieur], Esper[none], Soiss[on]._

_Gui._ No more! Ill fortune! 290
I would have given a million to have heard
His scoffes retorted, and the insolence
Of his high birth and greatnesse (which were never
Effects of his deserts, but of his fortune)
Made show to his dull eyes beneath the worth 295
That men aspire to by their