_Lat._ Dare you but think to make your selves up certainties Your places and your credits ten times doubled, The Princes favour, _Rollo_'s? _But._ A sweet Gentleman. _Yeo._ I, and as bounteous, if he had his right too. _Coo._ By the mass, a Royal Gentleman indeed Boyes, He'd make the chimneys smoak. _Lat._ He would do't friends, And you too, if he had his right, true Courtiers; What could you want then? dare you? _Coo._ Pray you be short Sir. _Lat._ And this my soul upon't, I dare assure you, If you but dare your parts. _Coo._ Dare not me Monsieur, For I that fear nor fire nor water, Sir, Dare do enough, a man would think. _Yeo._ Believ't, Sir; But make this good upon us you have promis'd, You shall not find us flinchers. _Lat._ Then I'le be sudden. _Pant._ What may this mean? and whither would he drive us? _Lat._ And first, for what you must do, because all danger Shall be apparantly ty'd up and muzl'd, The matter seeming mighty: there's your pardons. _Pant._ Pardons? Is't come to that? gods defend us. _Lat._ And here's five hundred Crowns in bounteous earnest, And now behold the matter. [_Latorch gives each a paper._ _But._ What are these, Sir? _Yeo._ And of what nature? to what use? _Lat._ Imagine. _Coo._ Will they kill Rats? they eat my pyes abominably, Or work upon a woman cold as Christmas? I have an old Jade sticks upon my fingers, May I taste them? _Lat._ Is your will made? And have you said your prayers? for they'le pay you: And now to come up to you, for your knowledge, And for the good you never shall repent you If you be wise men now. _Coo._ Wise as you will, Sir. _Lat._ These must be put then into the several meats Young _Otto_ loves, by you into his wine, Sir, Into his bread by you, by you into his linnen. Now if you desire, you have found the means To make you, and if you dare not, you have Found your ruine; resolve me e're you go. _But._ You'l keep your faith with us. _Lat._ May I no more see light else. _Coo._ Why 'tis done then! _But._ 'Tis done. _Pant._ 'Tis done which shall be undone. _Lat._ About it then, farewel, y'are all of one mind. _Coo._ All? _All._ All, All. _Lat._ Why then, all happie. [_Exit._ _But._ What did we promise him? _Yeo._ Do you ask that now? _But._ I would be glad to know what 'tis. _Pan._ I'le tell you, It is to be all villains, knaves, and traytors. _Coo._ Fine wholsome titles. _Pan._ But if you dare, go forward. _Coo._ We may be hang'd, drawn, and quarter'd. _Pan._ Very true, Sir.