+Oni.+ Distrust, my lord, Is the best councillor to great designs: Our confidence betrays us. But between These two are other seeds of jealousy, Such as would almost force religion break Her tying vows, authorise perjury, And make the scrupulous casuist say, that faith Is the fool's virtue. They both love the queen: Decastro building on his high deserts, And vote of Arragon; Florentio, on The favour he gain'd from her majesty When here he lived employed by his great master, King of Castile. +Oss.+ Such politic respects May warrant the bad statesman to dark actions; But both these generals by a noble war Resolve to try their fate. +Oni.+ But here, my lord, _Enter +Sanmartino+._ Is a full period to all serious thought. This lord is so impertinent, yet still Upon the whisper. +Oss.+ He's a mischief, sir, No court is safe from. +Oni.+ What fine tricks he shows Each morning on his jennet, but to gain A female vision from some half-op'd window: And if a lady smile by accident, Or but in scorn of him, yet he (kind soul) Interprets it as prophecy to some Near favour to ensue at night. +Oss.+ I wonder What makes him thought a wit? +Oni.+ A copper wit, Which fools let pass for current: so false coin, Such very alchemy that, who vents him For aught but parcel-ass, may be in danger. Look on him, and in little there see drawn The picture of the youth is so admired Of the spruce sirs, whom ladies and their women Call the fine gentleman. +Oss.+ What are those papers, With such a sober brow he looks upon? +Oni.+ Nor platform[274] nor intelligence; but a prologue He comes to whisper to one of the maids I' th' privy chamber after supper. +Oss.+ I praise the courage of his folly yet, Whom fear cannot make wiser. +San.+ My good lord, Brave Oniate, saw you not the general? +Oni.+ He's upon entrance here. And how, my lord? I saw your lordship turning over papers! What's the discovery? +San.+ It may import Decastro's knowledge. Never better language Or neater wit: a paper of such verses, Writ by th' exactest hand. +Oss.+ In time of business, As serious as our safety, to intrude The dreams of madmen! +San.+ My judicious lord, It, with the favour of your lordship, may Concern the general: such high rapture In admiration of the queen, whom he Pretends to love! How will her majesty Smile on his suit, when in the heat of business He not neglects this amorous way to woo her? _Enter +Decastro+._ +Dec.+ No man presume t' advance a foot. My lord Ossuna, I desire your ear. +San.+ My lord, I have a piece here of such elegant wit.