hast, flie about it. _Maf._ You'l speak with none but with the Count Montsurry? _Mons._ With none but hee, except it be the Guise. _Maf._ See, even by this there's one exception more; Your Grace must be more firme in the command, Or else shall I as weakly execute. The Guise shall speak with you? _Mons._ He shall, I say. _Maf._ And Count Montsurry? _Mons._ I, and Count Montsurry. _Maf._ Your Grace must pardon me, that I am bold To urge the cleare and full sence of your pleasure; Which when so ever I have knowne, I hope Your Grace will say I hit it to a haire. _Mons._ You have. _Maf._ I hope so, or I would be glad-- _Mons._ I pray thee, get thee gone; thou art so tedious In the strick't forme of all thy services That I had better have one negligent. You hit my pleasure well, when D'Ambois hit you; Did you not, think you?_Maf._ D'Ambois! why, my lord-- _Mons._ I pray thee, talk no more, but shut the dores: Doe what I charge thee. _Maf._ I will my lord, and yet I would be glad the wrong I had of D'Ambois-- _Mons._ Precious! then it is a fate that plagues me in this man's foolery; I may be murdered, while he stands on protection of his folly. Avant, about thy charge! _Maf._ I go, my lord. I had my head broke in his faithful service; I had no suit the more, nor any thanks, and yet my teeth must still be hit with D'Ambois. D'Ambois, my lord, shall know-- _Mons._ The devil and D'Ambois! How am I tortured with this trusty fool! Never was any curious in his place to do things justly, but he was an ass: we cannot find one trusty that is witty, and therefore bear their disproportion. Grant, thou great star, and angell of my life, a sure lease of it but for some few days, that I may clear my bosom of the snake I cherished there, and I will then defy all check to it but Nature's; and her altars shall crack with vessels crowned with every liquor drawn from her highest and most bloody humors. I fear him strangely; his advanced valour is like a spirit raised without a circle, endangering him that
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