_Buss._ Madam, 'tis farre from that: I only heard By this my honour'd father that your conscience Made some deepe scruple with a false report That Barrisors blood should something touch your honour, 275 Since he imagin'd I was courting you When I was bold to change words with the Duchesse, And therefore made his quarrell, his long love And service, as I heare, beeing deepely vowed To your perfections; which my ready presence, 280 Presum'd on with my father at this season For the more care of your so curious honour, Can well resolve your conscience is most false. _Tam._ And is it therefore that you come, good sir? Then crave I now your pardon and my fathers, 285 And sweare your presence does me so much good That all I have it bindes to your requitall. Indeed sir, 'tis most true that a report Is spread, alleadging that his love to me Was reason of your quarrell; and because 290 You shall not think I faine it for my glory That he importun'd me for his Court service, I'le shew you his own hand, set down in blood, To that vaine purpose: good sir, then come in. Father, I thank you now a thousand fold. 295 _Exit Tamyra and D'Amb[ois]._ _Fri._ May it be worth it to you, honour'd daughter! _Descendit Fryar._ _Finis Actus Secundi._ LINENOTES: 1-49 _He will . . . bloud_. These lines and the direction, _Montsur . . . Pyrha_, are found in A only. 50 B, which begins the scene with this line, inserts before it: _Enter Monsieur, Tamyra, and Pero with a booke._ 71 _joyning a lose_. A, weighing a dissolute. 76 _common_. A, solemne. 135 _honour_. A, profit. 146 _In . . . another_. A omits. 147 _wane_. Emend., Dilke; Qq, wave. 158 _yee_. A, the. 172 _which_. A, that. 173 _For life's . . . me_. A, For love is hatefull without love againe. _The Vault opens_. B places this after 173; A omits. 177-181 _See . . . in_. Instead of these lines, A has:-- See, see the gulfe is opening that will swallow Me and my fame forever; I will in. _with a book_. A omits. 266 _wakes_. A, sits. 274 _Made some deepe scruple_. A, Was something troubled. 275 _honour_. A, hand. 278-280 _his long love . . . perfections_. A omits. 280 _ready_. A omits. 286 _good_. A, comfort. ACTUS TERTII SCENA PRIMA. [_A Room in Montsurry's House._] _Enter D'Ambois, Tamyra, with a chaine of pearle._ _Bussy._ Sweet mistresse, cease! your conscience is too nice, And bites too hotly of the Puritane spice.