68-75. _I urg'd . . . graces_. Printed as prose in Qq.
76 _'Save you, ladyes_! A omits.
87-90 _Marke . . . extremity_. A omits. _Enter . . . Pyrhot_. After l. 146 in A.
100-114 _Soft . . . gamester_. A omits.
124 _Duke_. A, Sir.
125 _princely mistresse_. A, madam.
126 _Another riddle_. A omits.
129 _young_. A, good.
132-139, and an additional line: "_Gui._ So, sir, so," inserted after l. 146 in A.
141-145 Set as verse in B, the lines ending in _many_, _of_, _owne_, _talk_.
145-146 _Another riddle_. A, More courtship, as you love it.
178 _Their heat_. A, Ardor.
204 _braying_. A, roaring.
227 _miraculous jealousie_. A, strange credulitie.
229 _the matter of_. A omits.
227-231 _O . . . you_. Printed as three lines of verse, ending in _selfe_, _into_, _you.
235 _in_. A, with.
241 _else_. A omits.

ACTUS SECUND[i.] SCENA PRIMA. [_A Room in the Court._]
_Henry, Guise, Montsurry, and Attendants._ 
_Henry._ This desperate quarrell sprung out of their envies To D'Ambois sudden bravery, and great spirit.
_Guise._ Neither is worth their envie.
_Henr._ Lesse than either Will make the gall of envie overflow; She feeds on outcast entrailes like a kite: 5 In which foule heape, if any ill lies hid, She sticks her beak into it, shakes it up, And hurl's it all abroad, that all may view it. Corruption is her nutriment; but touch her With any precious oyntment, and you kill her. 10 Where she finds any filth in men, she feasts, And with her black throat bruits it through the world Being sound and healthfull; but if she but taste The slenderest pittance of commended vertue, She surfets of it, and is like a flie 15 That passes all the bodies soundest parts, And dwels upon the sores; or if her squint eie Have power to find none there, she forges some: She makes that crooked ever which is strait; Calls valour giddinesse, justice tyrannie: 20 A wise man may shun her, she not her selfe; Whither soever she flies from her harmes, She beares her foe still claspt in her own armes: And therefore, cousen Guise, let us avoid her. _Enter Nuncius._ _Nuncius._ What Atlas or Olympus lifts his head 25 So farre past covert, that with aire enough My words may be inform'd, and from their height I may be seene and heard through all the world? A tale so worthy, and 

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