_Lan._ Well, well son _John_, I see ye are a wood-man, and can chuse Your dear, though it be i'th' dark, all your discretion Is not yet lost; this was well clapt aboard: Here I am with you now; when as they say Your pleasure comes with profit; when ye must needs do, Do where ye may be done to, 'tis a wisedom Becomes a young man well: be sure of one thing, Lose not your labour and your time together, It seasons of a fool, son, time is pretious, Work wary whilst ye have it: since ye must traffick Sometimes this slippery way, take sure hold Signior, Trade with no broken Merchants, make your lading, As you would make your rest, adventurously, But with advantage ever. _John._ All this time Mother, The child wants looking to, wants meat and Nurses. _Lan._ Now blessing o' thy care; it shall have all, And instantly; I'le seek a Nurse my self, son; 'Tis a sweet child: ah my young _Spaniard_, Take you no further care Sir. _John._ Yes of these Jewels, I must by your leave Mother: these are yours, To make your care the stronger: for the rest I'le find a Master; the gold for bringing up on't, I freely render to your charge. _Lan._ No more words, Nor no more children, (good son) as you love me, This may do well. _John._ I shall observe your Morals. But where's _Don Frederick_, Mother? _Lan._ Ten to one About the like adventure: he told me, He was to find you out. [_Exit._ _John._ Why should he stay thus? There may be some ill chance in't: sleep I will not, Before I have found him: now this woman's pleas'd, I'le seek my friend out, and my care is eas'd. [_Exit._ SCENE X. _Enter_ Duke, _and Gentlemen_. _1 Gent._ Believe Sir, 'tis as possible to do it, As to remove the City; the main faction Swarm th[r]ough the streets like hornets, arm'd with angers Able to ruine States: no safety left us, Nor means to dye like men, if instantly You draw not back again. _Duke._ May he be drawn And quarter'd too, that turns now; were I surer Of death than thou art of thy fears, and with death More than those fears are too. _1 Gent._ Sir, I fear not. _Du._ I would not crack my vow, start from my honour, Because I may find danger; wound my soul, To keep my body safe. _1 Gent._ I speak not Sir, Out of a baseness to you.