Or I (out of my fiery thirst to play
With the fell tyger up in darknesse tyed,
And give it some light) make it quite break loose.
I feare it, afore heaven, and will not see
D'Ambois againe, till I have told Montsurry,[335]
And set a snare with him to free my feares.
Whose there?
Enter Maffe.
Maffe. My lord?
Mons. Goe, call the Count Montsurry,