And most expectant hope of all our France,
The toward victor of the whole Low Countryes?220
Mons. Tush, thou wilt sing encomions of my praise!
Is this like D'Ambois? I must vexe the Guise,
Or never looke to heare free truth. Tell me,
For Bussy lives not; hee durst anger mee,
Yet, for my love, would not have fear'd to anger225
The King himselfe. Thou understand'st me, dost not?
Cler. I shall my lord, with studie.
Mons. Dost understand thy selfe? I pray thee tell me,