_Buss._ 'Save you, ladyes!  
_Duchess._ If you enter him in our graces, my
lord, me thinkes, by his blunt behaviour he should
come out of himselfe.  
_Tamyra._ Has he never beene courtier, my                           
lord?  
_Mons._ Never, my lady.  
_Beaupre._ And why did the toy take him in th'
head now?  
_Buss._ Tis leape yeare, lady, and therefore very                   
good to enter a courtier.  
_Henr._ Marke, Duchesse of Guise, there is
one is not bashfull.  
_Duch._ No my lord, he is much guilty of the
bold extremity.                                                     90  
_Tam._ The man's a courtier at first sight.  
_Buss._ I can sing pricksong, lady, at first
sight; and why not be a courtier as suddenly?  
_Beaup._ Here's a courtier rotten before he be
ripe.                                                              
_Buss._ Thinke me not impudent, lady; I am
yet no courtier; I desire to be one and would
gladly take entrance, madam, under your
princely colours.          
_Enter Barrisor, L'Anou, Pyrhot._  
_Duch._ Soft sir, you must rise by degrees, first                  
being the servant of some common Lady or
Knights wife, then a little higher to a Lords
wife; next a little higher to a Countesse; yet a
little higher to a Duchesse, and then turne the
ladder.                                                            
_Buss._ Doe you alow a man then foure mistresses,
when the greatest mistresse is alowed
but three servants?  
_Duch._ Where find you that statute sir._Buss._ Why be judged by the groome-porters.
_Duch._ The groome-porters!
_Buss._ I, madam, must not they judge of all gamings i'th' Court?
_Duch._ You talke like a gamester.
_Gui._ Sir, know you me?
_Buss._ My lord!

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