Buss. Cut my throat? cut a whetstone, young
Accius Nœvius! Doe as much with your[130]
tongue as he did with a rasor. Cut my throat!
Barrisor. What new-come gallant have wee
heere, that dares mate the Guise thus?
L'Anou. Sfoot, tis D'Ambois! the Duke mistakes
him (on my life) for some Knight of the135
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Buss. Cut my throat! I would the King
fear'd thy cutting of his throat no more than I