Buz. You shall heare a good report of my piece, I warrant you. Take heed you be not sent to heaven with a powder: a company of hott shotts[15] are abroad, I can tell you.
Ele. If you will goe may your successe be faire.
Hen. Farewell; heaven cannot chuse but heare your prayer. [Exit.
Buz. Now what please you, madam? that I shall amble, trott, or walke?
Ele. Any pace.
Buz. Yet, if you would referre it to me, I'de use none of them.
Ele. What wouldst doe?
Buz. Why I would gallop or run, for I think long till I be at home in our Castle of comfort. If it please you Ile lead you a hand gallop in the plaine ground, trott up hill with you & racke[16] downewards.
Ele. Talke not of rackes, prithee; the times present too many.
Buz. Ride me as you will, then; I am used both to curbe and snaffle.