Painted blinde Fortunes powerfull hands with wings,
To shew her gifts come swift and suddenly,[115]
Which if her favorite be not swift to take,
He loses them for ever. Then be wise;
Exit Mon[sieur] with Pages. Manet Buss[y].
Stay but a while here, and I'le send to thee.
Buss. What will he send? some crowns? It is to sow them
Upon my spirit, and make them spring a crowne[120]
Worth millions of the seed crownes he will send.
Like to disparking noble husbandmen,