Of what your name is; your great eagles beak55
(Should you flie at her) had as good encounter
An Albion cliffe as her more craggy liver.
Buss. Ile not attempt her, sir; her sight and name
(By which I onely know her) doth deter me.
Henr. So doe they all men else.
Mons. You would say so, 60
If you knew all.
Tam. Knew all, my lord? what meane you?
Mons. All that I know, madam.