To rack mens freedomes with the ruder wrongs,
My hand (stuck full of lawrell, in true signe
Tis wholly dedicate to righteous peace)
In all submission kisseth th'other side.
_Henr._ Thanks to ye both: and kindly I invite ye
Both to a banquet where weele sacrifice
Full cups to confirmation of your loves;
At which (faire ladies) I entreat your presence;
And hope you, madam, will take one carowse
For reconcilement of your lord and servant.
_Duchess._ If I should faile, my lord, some other lady
Would be found there to doe that for my servant.
_Mons._ Any of these here?
_Duch._
Nay, I know not that.
_Buss._ Think your thoughts like my mistresse, honour'd lady?
_Tamyra._ I think not on you, sir; y'are one I know not.
_Buss._ Cry you mercy, madam!
_Montsurry._ Oh sir, has she met you?
_Exeunt Henry, D'Amb[ois], Ladies._
_Mons._ What had my bounty drunk when it rais'd him?
_Gui._ Y'ave stuck us up a very worthy flag,
That takes more winde than we with all our sailes.
_Mons._ O, so he spreds and flourishes.
_Gui._ He must downe;
Upstarts should never perch too neere a crowne.
_Mons._ Tis true, my lord; and as this doting hand
Even out of earth (like Juno) struck this giant,
So Joves great ordinance shall be here implide
To strike him under th'Ætna of his pride.
To which work lend your hands, and let us cast
Where we may set snares for his ranging greatnes.
I think it best, amongst our greatest women:
For there is no such trap to catch an upstart
As a loose downfall; for, you know, their falls
Are th'ends of all mens rising. If great men
And wise make scapes to please advantage,
Tis with a woman--women that woorst may
Still hold mens candels: they direct and know
All things amisse in all men, and their women

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