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Where are these gentlemen? sett 'em both to a Barre And opposite, face to face: a Confrontation May perhaps daunt th'offender & draw from him More then he'de utter. You accuse your Brother As murtherer of your father: where's the proofe? Hen. First call my fathers man in. Clark. What's his name? Hen. Buzzano. Clark. Call Buzzano in! Enter Buzzano. Buz. Here I am, here. Clark.
Would one have thought the foolish ape would putt The finger in the eye & tell it daddy! 'Tis a rare guift 'mong many maides of these dayes; If she speed well she'le bring it to a Custome, Make her example followed to the spoyle Of much good sport: but I meane to looke to't. Now, sir, your newes? Enter Buzzano. Buz. The most delicious, rare, absolute newes that ere came out of France, sir! Hen.
Am I Henrico? there is not any place Can promise such security as this To Eleonora. Doe not talke of dying, Our best dayes are to come: putt on thy quiet, And be above the reach of a misfortune. Ile presently wayte on thee, by this kisse. Buz. Would I might keepe your oath: so please you, lady, Buzzano will sweare too. Hen. What? Buz. That you'le be there and here agen presently. Hen.
Vanish, you ugly shapes, & with her presence Quitt your sharp stings! into what monstrous creature Feele I myself a-growing! yet I cannot Force backe the streame, it comes so fast upon me; I cannot. Enter Eleonora. Ele. Here, good Henrico, let me see your wound. Hen. No, I am well againe; thankes, my best love. Come, let us walke and talke; I had a fancy, But 'tis no matter: Buzzano!
Hell on your bawling! not a sillable to affright her, or I shall tune your instrument there. Buz. Hele breake the head of my instrument! Why, sir, weomen are not affraid to heare of doings. Hen. Still jarring? Buz. When the whole towne is altogether by th'eares you might give me leave to jar a little my selfe: I have done, sir. Hen. Putt on thy merryest face, Buzzano. Buz.
Come, I know you doe But try my vertue, whether I be proofe Against anothers Battery: for these teares Hen. Ele. Helpe, helpe! Enter Buzzano. Buz.
Teniente, Don John, Henrico. Ten. I ever feard some ill fate pointed at This Citty. Jo. Makes the fleete this way? Hen. Buzzano! Ten. I did dreame every night of't, and the Ravens With their unlucky throates never leave croaking Some danger to us all. Hen. Where's Buzzano? Villaine! Jo. Be not discomforted. Ten.
What's done there? have they forsaken the Divell & all his fashions? banishd their Taylors & Tyrewomen? Buz. You had a father & a Brother there; & can you first thinke upon the Divell & his Limetwiggs. Hen. Had, Buzzano? had a father & a Brother there? have I not so, still, Buzzano? Buz. No, sir, your Elder Brother is Hen. What? speake, Buzzano: I imagine, dead. Buz.
Travellers that are weary have sleepe led in a string. Buz. So doe those that are hangd: all that travell & are weary doe not sleepe. Man. Why, Mr. Buzzano, why? Buz. Midwives travell at night & are weary with eating groaning pyes , & yet sleepe not: shall I hooke you? Man. Hooke me? what meanst? Buz. These Taylors are the wittyest knaves that live by bread. Hen.
Enter Buzzano. Buz. Did you call? Hen. Yes, the Balme here Buz. What shall I doe with it? Hen. Lay it up safe; 'tis good for a greene wound But mines a blacke one: and d'you heare, sirra, Draw up the bridge, give entrance unto none. Buz. All my fellowes are abroad, sir; there's nobody at home but I. Hen.
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