Buss. Passion of death! Were not the King
here, he should strow the chamber like a rush.
Mons. But leave courting his wife then.
Buss. I wil not: Ile court her in despight of170
him. Not court her! Come madam, talk on;
feare me nothing. [To Guise.] Well mai'st
thou drive thy master from the Court, but never
D'Ambois.
Mons. His great heart will not down, tis like the sea,[175]
That partly by his owne internall heat,