Bussy D'Ambois and The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois
          What, D'Ambois!--  _Buss._           He, sir.
          _Mons._                    Turn'd to earth, alive!
          Up man, the sunne shines on thee.
          _Buss._                           Let it shine:
          I am no mote to play in't, as great men are.
          _Mons._ Callest thou men great in state, motes in the sunne?
          They say so that would have thee freeze in shades,
          That (like the grosse Sicilian gurmundist)
          Empty their noses in the cates they love,
          That none may eat but they. Do thou but bring
          Light to the banquet Fortune sets before thee
          And thou wilt loath leane darknesse like thy death.
          Who would beleeve thy mettall could let sloth
          Rust and consume it? If Themistocles
          Had liv'd obscur'd thus in th'Athenian State,
          Xerxes had made both him and it his slaves.
          If brave Camillus had lurckt so in Rome,
          He had not five times beene Dictator there,
          Nor foure times triumpht. If Epaminondas
          (Who liv'd twice twenty yeeres obscur'd in Thebs)
          Had liv'd so still, he had beene still unnam'd,
          And paid his country nor himselfe their right:
          But putting forth his strength he rescu'd both
          From imminent ruine; and, like burnisht steele,
          After long use he shin'd; for as the light
          Not only serves to shew, but render us
          Mutually profitable, so our lives
          In acts exemplarie not only winne
          Our selves good names, but doe to others give
          Matter for vertuous deeds, by which wee live._Buss._ What would you wish me?  
_Mons._ Leave the troubled streames,  
And live where thrivers doe, at the well head.  
_Buss._ At the well head? Alas! what should I doe  
With that enchanted glasse? See devils there?      
Or (like a strumpet) learne to set my looks  
In an eternall brake, or practise jugling,  
To keep my face still fast, my heart still loose;     
Or beare (like dames schoolmistresses their riddles)  
Two tongues, and be good only for a shift;  
Flatter great lords, to put them still in minde  

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