D'Ambois, my lord, shall know—
Mons. The devill and D'Ambois! Exit Maffe.
How am I tortur'd with this trusty foole!370
Never was any curious in his place
To doe things justly, but he was an asse:
We cannot finde one trusty that is witty,
And therefore beare their disproportion.
Grant, thou great starre, and angell of my life,375
A sure lease of it but for some few dayes,
That I may cleare my bosome of the snake