_Aub._ _Latorch_, I have waited here to speak with you, And you must hearken; set not forth your leg Of haste, nor put your face of business on; An honester affair than this I urge too, You will not easily think on; and 'twill be Reward to entertain it; 'tis your fortune To have our Masters ear above the rest Of us that follow him, but that no man envies; For I have well considered, Truth sometimes May be convey'd in by the same Conduits That Falshood is; These courses that he takes Cannot but end in ruine; Empire got By blood and violence, must so be held; And how unsafe that is, he first will prove, That toiling still to remove Enemies Makes himself more; It is not now a Brother, A faithful Councellour of estate or two, That are his danger, they are far dispatch'd; It is a multitude that begin to fear, And think what began there must end in them; For all the fine Oration that was made 'em, And they are not an easie Monster quell'd. Princes may pick their suffering Nobles out; And one by one employ 'em to the block; but when they once grow formidable to their Clowns, and Coblers, ware then, guard themselves; if thou durst tell him this, _Latorch_, the service would not discredit the good name you hold with men, besides the profit to your Master, and the publick. _Lat._ I conceive not so, Sir: They are airy fears; and why should I object them unto his fancy? Wound what is yet sound? your counsels colour not, With reason of state, where all that's necessary still is just. The actions of the Prince, while they succeed, Should be made good, and glorified; not question'd. Men do but shew their ill affections, that-- _Aub._ What? speak out. _Lat._ Do murmur against their Masters. _Aub._ Is this to me? _Lat._ It is to whosoever mislikes of the Dukes courses. _Aub._ I! is't so? at your stateward, Sir? _Lat._ I'm sworn to hear nothing may prejudice the Prince. _Aub._ Why do you? or have you, ha? _Lat._ I cannot tell, mens hearts shew in their words sometimes. _Aub._ I ever thought thee Knave of the Chamber, art thou the Spye too? _Lat._ A watchman for the State, and one that's known, Sir, to be rightly affected.