_Orl._ Wou't thou? call what is mine thine own, thy reputation shall not be brought in question for it, much less thy life; it shall be nam'd a deed of valour in thee, not murder: Farewell. [_Exit._ _Dub._ I need no more encouragement, it is a work I will persuade my self that I was born to. _Laver._ And you may persuade your self too that you shall be sav'd by it, being that it is for his honorable Lordship. _Dub._ But you must yield me means, how, when and where. _Lav._ That shall be our tasks; Nay more, we will be agents with thee: This hour we are to meet him, on the receipt of certain moneys, Which indeed we purpose honestly to cheat him of, And that's the main cause I wou'd have him slain, Who works with safety makes a double gain. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Longaville, Amiens following him._ _Ami._ Stay Sir, I have took some pains to overtake you.--Your name is _Longaville_. _Long._ I have the word of many honest men for't, I crave your Lordships pardon, your sudden apprehension on my steps made me to frame an answer unwitting and unworthy your respect. _Ami._ Doe you know me? _Long._ Yes, my Lord. _Ami._ I know not you; nor am I well pleased to make this time, as the affair now stands, the induction of your acquaintance; you are a fighting fellow. _Long._ How my Lord? _Ami._ I think I too much grace you; rather you are a fellow dares not fight, but spit and puffe and make a noyse, whilst your trembling hand draws out your Sword, to lay it upon andirons, stools or tables, rather than on a man. _Long._ Your honor may best speak this; yet ---- with little safety, if I thought it serious. _Ami._ Come, you are a verie braggart, and you have given me cause to tell you so: what weakness have you ever seen in me to prompt your self, that I could need you help; or what other reason[s] could induce you to it? you never yet had a meals meat from my Table, nor as I remember from my Wardrop any cast Suit. _Lon._ 'Tis true, I never durst yet have such a servile spirit, to be the minion of a full swoln Lord; but alwaies did detest such slavery: a meals meat, or a cast Suit? I wou'd first eat the stones, and from such rags the dunghils doe afford, pick me a garment. _Ami._ I have mistook the man, his resolute spirit Proclaimes him generous, he has a noble heart As free to utter good deeds as to act them; For had he not been right, and of one piece, He would have crumpled, curled, and struck himself Out of the shape of man into a shaddow. But prethee tell me, if no such fawning hope Did lead thee on to hazard life for my sake; What was it that incited thee? Tell me; speak it without the imputation of a Sycophant.