We proud that they are proud of foolerie,[55]
Holding our worthes more compleat for their vaunts.
Enter Monsieur, D'Ambois.
Monsieur. Come, mine owne sweet heart, I will enter thee.
Sir, I have brought a gentleman to court;
And pray, you would vouchsafe to doe him grace.
Henr. D'Ambois, I thinke.
Bussy. That's still my name, my lord,[60]
Though I be something altered in attire.
Henr. We like your alteration, and must tell you,