_Cler._ That praise at no part moves mee, but the worth 260 Of all hee can give others spher'd in him. _Bal._ Hee yet is thought to entertaine strange aymes. _Cler._ He may be well; yet not, as you thinke, strange. His strange aymes are to crosse the common custome Of servile Nobles; in which hee's so ravisht, 265 That quite the earth he leaves, and up hee leapes On Atlas shoulders, and from thence lookes downe, Viewing how farre off other high ones creepe; Rich, poore of reason, wander; all pale looking, And trembling but to thinke of their sure deaths, 270 Their lives so base are, and so rancke their breaths. Which I teach Guise to heighten, and make sweet With lifes deare odors, a good minde and name; For which hee onely loves me, and deserves My love and life, which through all deaths I vow: 275 Resolving this (what ever change can be) Thou hast created, thou hast ruinde mee. _Exit._ _Finis Actus secundi._ LINENOTES: Ἀμήχανον (misprinted Αυκχανου) . . . _Antig._ In left margin of Q. ACTUS TERTII SCÆNA PRIMA. [_A Parade-Ground near Cambrai._] _A march of Captaines over the Stage._ _Maillard, Chalon, Aumall following with Souldiers._ _Maillard._ These troopes and companies come in with wings: So many men, so arm'd, so gallant horse, I thinke no other government in France So soone could bring together. With such men Me thinkes a man might passe th'insulting Pillars 5 Of Bacchus and Alcides. _Chalon._ I much wonder Our Lord Lieutenant brought his brother downe To feast and honour him, and yet now leaves him At such an instance. _Mail._ Twas the Kings command; For whom he must leave brother, wife, friend, all things. 10 _Aumale._ The confines of his government, whose view Is the pretext of his command, hath neede Of no such sodaine expedition. _Mail._ Wee must not argue that. The Kings command Is neede and right enough: and that he serves, 15 (As all true subjects should) without disputing. _Chal._ But knowes not hee of your command to take His brother Clermont? _Mail._ No: the Kings will is Expressely to conceale his apprehension From my Lord Governour. Observ'd yee not? 20 Againe peruse the letters. Both you are Made my assistants, and have right and trust In all the waightie secrets like my selfe. _Aum._ Tis strange a man that had, through his life past, So sure a foote in vertue and true knowledge 25 As Clermont D'Ambois, should be now found tripping, And taken up thus, so to make his fall More steepe and head-long.