199  _his Grace_. A, my Lord.     
                208-210. _How . . . D'Amboys_. A omits.         
                   212  _If you be thriftie, and_. A, Serve God.
  [SCENA SECUNDA.  _A room in the Court._]
          _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,                           
_Guise._ I like not their Court-fashion; it is too crestfalne       
In all observance, making demi-gods
Of their great nobles; and of their old Queene
An ever-yong and most immortall goddesse.  
_Montsurry._ No question shee's the rarest Queene in Europe.  
_Guis._ But what's that to her immortality?                           
_Henr._ Assure you, cosen Guise, so great a courtier,
So full of majestic and roiall parts,
No Queene in Christendome may vaunt her selfe.
Her Court approves it: that's a Court indeed,
Not mixt with clowneries us'd in common houses;                     
But, as Courts should be th'abstracts of their Kingdomes,
In all the beautie, state, and worth they hold,
So is hers, amplie, and by her inform'd.
The world is not contracted in a man,
With more proportion and expression,                                
Than in her Court, her kingdome. Our French Court
Is a meere mirror of confusion to it:
The king and subject, lord and every slave,
Dance a continuall haie; our roomes of state
Kept like our stables; no place more observ'd                       
Than a rude market-place: and though our custome
Keepe this assur'd confusion from our eyes,
'Tis nere the lesse essentially unsightly,
Which they would soone see, would they change their forme
To this of ours, and then compare them both;                        
Which we must not affect, because in kingdomes,
Where the Kings change doth breed the subjects terror,

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