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 The Romane Tully loved Octavius, Grave Socrates, wild Alcibiades: Then let his grace whose youth is flexible, And promiseth as much as we can wish, Freely enjoy that vaine light-headed Earle, For riper yeeres will weane him from such toyes.

Mor.ju. Uncle his wanton humor grieves not me, But this I scorne, that one so basely borne Should by his Soveraignes favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the Realme, While Souldiers mutiny for want of pay. He weares a Lords revenew on his backe, And Midas like he jets it in the Court, With base outlandish Cullions at his heeles, Whose proud fantastike Liveries makes such shew, As if that Proteus God of shapes appear'd. I have not seene a dapper Jack so briske, He weares a short Italian hooded Cloake, Larded with Pearle, and in his tuscan cap A Jewell of more value then the Crowne, Whiles others walke below, the King and he, From out a window laugh at such as we, And flout our traine, and jest at our Attire: Uncle tis this that makes me impatient.

Mor.se. But Nephew, now you see the King is chang'd.

Mor.ju. Then so am I, and live to do him service, But whiles I have a sword, a hand, a heart, I will not yeeld to any such upstart. You know my minde, come Uncle lets away. Bald. Spencer, seeing that our Lord th'earle of Glosters dead Which of the Nobles dost thou meane to serve?

Spen. Not Mortimer nor any of his side, Because the King and he are enemies, Balducke: learne this of me, a factious Lord Shall hardly doe himselfe good, much lesse us, But he that hath the favour of a King, May with one word advance us while we live: