_Pyr._ Peace! he looks this way.

_Bar._ Marrie, let him look, sir; what will you say now if the Guise be gone to fetch a blanquet for him?

_L'An._ Faith, I beleeve it, for his honour sake. 210

_Pyr._ But, if D'Ambois carrie it cleane? _Exeunt Ladies._

_Bar._ True, when he curvets in the blanquet.

_Pyr._ I, marrie, sir.

_L'An._ Sfoot, see how he stares on's.

_Bar._ Lord blesse us, let's away. 215

_Buss._ Now, sir, take your full view: who does the object please ye?

_Bar._ If you aske my opinion, sir, I think your suit sits as well as if't had beene made for you. 220

_Buss._ So, sir, and was that the subject of your ridiculous joylity?

_L'An._ What's that to you, sir?

_Buss._ Sir, I have observ'd all your fleerings; and resolve your selves yee shall give a strickt 225 account for't.

_Enter Brisac, Melynell._

_Bar._ O miraculous jealousie! Doe you think your selfe such a singular subject for laughter that none can fall into the matter of our merriment but you? 230

_L'An._ This jealousie of yours, sir, confesses some close defect in your selfe that wee never dream'd of.

_Pyr._ Wee held discourse of a perfum'd a.s.se, that being disguis'd in a lions case imagin'd 235 himself a lion: I hope that toucht not you.

_Buss._ So, sir? Your descants doe marvellous well fit this ground; we shall meet where your buffonly laughters will cost ye the best blood in your bodies. 240

_Bar._ For lifes sake, let's be gone; hee'll kill's outright else.

_Buss._ Goe, at your pleasures; Ile be your ghost to haunt you; and yee sleepe an't, hang me. 245

_L'An._ Goe, goe, sir; court your mistresse.

_Pyr._ And be advis'd; we shall have odds against you.

_Buss._ Tush, valour stands not in number: Ile maintaine it that one man may beat three boyes. 250

_Brisac._ Nay, you shall have no ods of him in number, sir; hee's a gentleman as good as the proudest of you, and yee shall not wrong him.

_Bar._ Not, sir?

_Melynell._ Not, sir; though he be not so rich, 255 hee's a better man than the best of you; and I will not endure it.

_L'An._ Not you, sir?

_Bris._ No, sir, nor I.

_Buss._ I should thank you for this kindnesse, 260 if I thought these perfum'd musk-cats (being out of this priviledge) durst but once mew at us.

_Bar._ Does your confident spirit doubt that, sir? Follow us and try.

_L'An._ Come, sir, wee'll lead you a dance. 265 _Exeunt._

_Finis Actus Primi._

LINENOTES:

2 _that_. A, this.

4 _the_. A omits.

10 _Court-fashion_. A, Court forme.

11 _demi-G.o.ds_. A, semi-G.o.ds.

14-15 _No question . . . immortality_. A omits.

18 _vaunt_. A, boast.

20 _clowneries_. A, rudenesse.

32 _confusion_. A, deformitie.

47 _sole heire_. A, first borne.

53 _more_. A omits.

54 _To jet . . . haughtely_. A, To be the pictures of our vanitie.

56 _Holding . . . vaunts_. A omits.

58 _a_. A, this. _to court_. A, t'attend you.

60-61 _That's . . . attire_. Printed as prose in Qq.

62, 63 _We_. A, I.

67 So in A: B has only: They that will winne, must wooe her.

71 _sweet heart_. A, my love.