_Enter Monsieur, D'Ambois._ _Monsieur._ Come, mine owne sweet heart, I will enter thee. Sir, I have brought a gentleman to court; And pray, you would vouchsafe to doe him grace. _Henr._ D'Ambois, I thinke. _Bussy._ That's still my name, my lord, 60 Though I be something altered in attire. _Henr._ We like your alteration, and must tell you, We have expected th'offer of your service; For we (in feare to make mild vertue proud) Use not to seeke her out in any man. 65 _Buss._ Nor doth she use to seeke out any man: He that will winne, must wooe her: she's not shameless. _Mons._ I urg'd her modestie in him, my lord, And gave her those rites that he sayes shee merits. _Henr._ If you have woo'd and won, then, brother, weare him. 70 _Mons._ Th'art mine, sweet heart! See, here's the Guises Duches; The Countesse of Mountsurreaue, Beaupre. Come, I'le enseame thee. Ladies, y'are too many To be in counsell: I have here a friend That I would gladly enter in your graces. 75 _Buss._ 'Save you, ladyes! _Duchess._ If you enter him in our graces, my lord, me thinkes, by his blunt behaviour he should come out of himselfe. _Tamyra._ Has he never beene courtier, my 80 lord? _Mons._ Never, my lady. _Beaupre._ And why did the toy take him inth' head now? _Buss._ Tis leape yeare, lady, and therefore very 85 good to enter a courtier. _Henr._ Marke, Duchesse of Guise, there is one is not bashfull. _Duch._ No my lord, he is much guilty of the bold extremity. 90 _Tam._ The man's a courtier at first sight. _Buss._ I can sing pricksong, lady, at first sight; and why not be a courtier as suddenly? _Beaup._ Here's a courtier rotten before he be ripe. 95 _Buss._ Thinke me not impudent, lady; I am yet no courtier; I desire to be one and would gladly take entrance, madam, under your princely colours. _Enter Barrisor, L'Anou, Pyrhot._ _Duch._ Soft sir, you must rise by degrees, first 100 being the servant of some common Lady or Knights wife, then a little higher to a Lords wife; next a little higher to a Countesse; yet a little higher to a Duchesse, and then turne the ladder. 105 _Buss._ Doe you alow a man then foure mistresses, when the greatest mistresse is alowed but three servants? _Duch._ Where find you that statute sir. _Buss._ Why be judged by the groome-porters. 110 _Duch._ The groome-porters! _Buss._ I, madam, must not they judge of all gamings i'th' Court? _Duch._ You talke like a gamester. _Gui._ Sir, know you me? 115