_Doct._ That I wish too; For till you have more strength, I would not have you To be too bold. _Dua._ Fear not, I will be carefull. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Leopold, Zabulon, Bravo. _Zab._ I have brought him Sir, a fellow that will do it Though Hell stood in his way, ever provided You pay him for't. _Leop._ He has a strange aspect, And looks much like the figure of a hang-man In a table of the Passion. _Zab._ He transcends All precedents, believe it, a flesh'd ruffian, That hath so often taken the Strappado, That 'tis to him but as a lofty trick Is to a tumbler: he hath perused too All Dungeons in _Portu[g]al_, thrice seven years Rowed in the Galleys for three several murthers, Though I presume that he has done a hundred, And scap't unpunisht. _Leop._ He is much in debt to you, You set him off so well. What will you take Sir To beat a fellow for me, that thus wrong'd me? _Bra._ To beat him say you? _Leop._ Yes, beat him to lameness, To cut his lips or nose off; any thing, That may disfigure him. _Bra._ Let me consider? Five hundred pistolets for such a service I think were no dear penniworth. _Zab._ Five hundred! Why there are of your Brother-hood in the City, I'le undertake, shall kill a man for twenty. _Bra._ Kill him? I think so; I'le kill any man For half the mony. _Leop._ And will you ask more For a sound beating than a murther? _Bra._ I Sir, And with good reason, for a dog that's dead, The Spanish proverb says, will never bite: But should I beat or hurt him only, he may Recover, and kill me. _Leo._ A good conclusion, The obduracie of this rascal makes me tender. I'le run some other course, there's your reward Without the employment. _Bra._ For that as you please Sir; When you have need to kill a man, pray use me, But I am out at beating. [_Exit._ _Zab._ What's to be done then? _Leop._ I'le tell thee _Zabulon_, and make thee privy To my most near designs: this stranger, which _Hippolyta_ so dotes on, was my prisoner When the last Virgin, I bestowed upon her, Was made my prize; how he escaped, hereafter I'le let thee know; and it may be the love He bears the servant, makes him scorn the Mistris. _Zab._ 'Tis not unlike; for the first time he saw her His looks exprest so much, and for more proof Since he came to my Ladys house, though yet He never knew her, he hath practis'd with me To help him to a conference, without The knowledge of _Hippolyta_; which I promis'd. _Leop._ And by all means perform it for their meeting, But work it so, that my disdainful Mistris (Whom, notwithstanding all her injuries, 'Tis my hard fate to love) may see and hear them. _Zab._ To what end Sir? _Leop._ This _Zabulon_: when she sees Who is her rival, and her Lovers baseness To leave a Princess for her bondwoman, The sight will make her scorn, what now she dotes on, I'le double thy reward.