Unskilful statuaries, who suppose (In forming a Colossus) if they make him (In their affected gravity of voice, Sourness of countenance, manners, cruelty, When they have done it (coming near their haven) Topp'd with all titles, spreading all our reaches, Or we shall shipwreck in our safest port." Monsieur, the king's brother and the heir to the throne, who has observed D'Ambois enter the wood, follows and finds him laid on the grass. Monsieur himself sufficiently explains his purpose in so doing, after which a very animated dialogue ensues. "Mons. There is no second place in numerous state That holds more than a cypher: in a king All places are contain'd. His words and looks His deeds inimitable, like the sea That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracks, A man of spirit, beyond the reach of fear, Fire at advancement, to bear state, and flourish ; In his rise therefore shall my bounties shine: None loathes the world so much, nor loves to scoff it, But gold and grace will make him surfeit of it. What, D'Ambois? D'Amb. He, sir. Mons. Turn'd to earth, alive? Up, man, the sun shines on thee. D'Amb. Let it shine. I am no mote to play in't, as great men are. Mons. Callest thou men great in state, motes in the sun? They say so that would have thee freeze in shades. Do thou but bring Light to the banquet Fortune sets before thee, In acts exemplary, not only win Ourselves good names, but do to others give And live where thrivers do, at the well-head. D'Amb. At the well-head? Alas! what should I do With that enchanted glass? see devils there? Or (like a strumpet) learn to set my looks Or bear (like dames' school-mistresses their riddles) Why they were made lords: or please humorous ladies Mons. No, thou need'st not learn, Thou hast the theory, now go there and practise. D'Amb. Ay, in a threadbare suit; when men come there, They must have high naps, and go from thence bare: A man may drown the parts of ten rich men In one poor suit; brave barks and outward gloss Attract court loves, be in-parts ne'er so gross. Mons. Thou shalt have gloss enough, and all things fit, Be rul'd by me then. The old Scythians Painted blind Fortune's powerful hands with wings, To show her gifts came swift and suddenly, Stay but awhile here, and I'll send to thee." D'Ambois is soon afterwards introduced at court by Monsieur, and loaded with favours. Previous to his presentation to the king, the monarch is represented in conversation with his courtiers of both sexes, in the course of which we have an interesting eulogy on the court of Queen Elizabeth, and some observations on the prevalent imitation of French manners. The king observes to the Duchess of Guise: "Duchess of Guise, your grace is much enrich'd In the attendance of that English virgin, That will initiate her prime of youth, Dispos'd to court conditions, under the hand Whose ladies are not match'd in Christendom, More than the court where they are bred is equall'd. Guise. I like not their court fashion, it is too crest-fall'n In all observance; making demi-gods Of their great nobles; and of their old queen An ever-young, and most immortal goddess. Mont. No question she's the rarest queen in Europe. K. Hen. Assure you, cousin Guise, so great a courtier, So full of majesty and royal parts, No queen in Christendom may vaunt herself; Her court approves it; that's a court indeed; Not mix'd with clowneries us'd in common houses; But (as courts should be) th' abstracts of their kingdoms, In all the beauty, state, and worth, they hold; So is hers, amply, and by her inform'd. The world is not contracted in a man Than in her court, her kingdom: our French court The king and subject, lord and every slave, Dance a continual hay; our rooms of state, Kept like our stables; no place more observ'd Than a rude market-place; and though our custom Keep this assur'd confusion from our eyes, "Tis ne'er the less essentially unsightly; Which they would soon see, would they change their form To this of ours, and then compare them both; Where the king's change doth breed the subject's terror, Pure innovation is more gross than error. Mont. No question we shall see them imitate (Though afar off) the fashions of our courts, The light with a new fashion; which becomes them, K. Hen. No question they much wrong their real worth, But they have faults, and we more: they foolish proud, We proud, that they are proud of foolery, Holding our worths more complete for their vaunts." Bussy has not been long at court, where he conducts himself with the most consummate effrontery, before he involves himself in a quarrel with three courtiers, L'Anou, Barrisor, and Pyrhot. He himself is backed by two others, Brisac and Melynell, and a fierce duel ensues, in which all except Bussy are slain. The author puts a very animated, though somewhat exaggerated description of the fight into the mouth of a messenger. The following is an extract: "So Barrisor (advis'd) Advanc'd his naked rapier 'twixt both sides, Or else, that he and D'Ambois might conclude Sparkled and spit) did much, much more than scorn Of manly Barrisor; and there it stuck: Thrice pluck'd he at it, and thrice drew on thrusts |