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,[140]
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.