doe a right, exceeding Law and Nature. Who to himselfe is law, no law doth need, Offends no law, and is a King indeed. _Henr._ Enjoy what thou intreat'st, we give but ours. _Buss._ What you have given, my lord, is ever yours. _Exit Rex cum [Montsurry.]_ _Gui._ _Mort dieu_, who would have pardon'd such a murther? _Exit._ _Mons._ Now vanish horrors into Court attractions For which let this balme make thee fresh and faire! And now forth with thy service to the Duchesse, As my long love will to Monsurries Countesse. _Exit._ _Buss._ To whom my love hath long been vow'd in heart, Although in hand, for shew, I held the Duchesse. And now through bloud and vengeance, deeds of height, And hard to be atchiev'd, tis fit I make Attempt of her perfection. I need feare No check in his rivality, since her vertues Are so renown'd, and hee of all dames hated. _Exit.__Tam._ I cannot cloake it; but, as when a fume, Hot, drie, and grosse, within the wombe of earth Or in her superficies begot, When extreame cold hath stroke it to her heart, The more it is comprest, the more it rageth, Exceeds his prisons strength that should containe it, And then it tosseth temples in the aire, All barres made engines to his insolent fury: So, of a sudden, my licentious fancy Riots within me: not my name and house, Nor my religion to this houre observ'd, Can stand above it; I must utter that That will in parting breake more strings in me, Than death when life parts; and that holy man That, from my cradle, counseld for my soule, I now must make an agent for my bloud. _Enter Monsieur._ _Monsieur._ Yet is my mistresse gratious? _Tam._ Yet unanswered? _Mons._ Pray thee regard thine owne good, if not mine, And cheere my love for that: you doe not know What you may be by me, nor what without me; I may have power t'advance and pull downe any. _Tam._ That's not my study. One way I am sure
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