Hen. What's that?
Buz. Ile keepe your Counsaile
Hen. My life goes for it else.
{Exeunt.
Actus Quartus.
(SCENE 1.)
Enter Henrico (as newly risen).
Hen. Buzzano! slave! Buzzano!
Enter Buzzano with Cloake & Rapier.
Buz. Signior, what a buzzing you make, as if you were a fly at Bartholomew-tyde at a Butchers stall: doe you think I am deafe?