Maff. And have commanded?
Buss. I, and gone without, sir.
Maff. I see the man: a hundred crownes will make him
Swagger, and drinke healths to his Graces bountie,[180]
And sweare he could not be more bountifull;
So there's nine hundred crounes sav'd. Here, tall souldier,
His Grace hath sent you a whole hundred crownes.
Buss. A hundred, sir! Nay, doe his Highnesse right;
I know his hand is larger, and perhaps185
I may deserve more than my outside shewes.