_Orl._ That thou hast done to _Amiens_ The office of a faithful friend, which I Would cherish in thee, were he not my foe, How ever since on honourable terms He calls me forth, say I will meet with him, And by _Dubois_ e'r Sun-set make him know The time and place, my swords length, and what ever Scruple of circumstance he can expect. _Long._ This answer comes unlookt for, fare you well, Finding your temper thus, wou'd I had said less. [_Exit._ _Orl._ Now comes thy love to the test. _Dub._ My Lord, 'twill hold, And in all dangers prove it self true Gold. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Laverdine, La-poop, Malicorn, _servant_. _Ser._ I will acquaint my Lady with your coming. Please you repose your selves here. _Mal._ There's a Tester, nay, now I am a wooer, I must be bountiful. _Ser._ If you would have two three-pences for it Sir, To give some of your kindred as you ride, I'll see if I can get them; we use not (tho servants) to take bribes. [_Ex._ _Lav._ Then thou art unfit to be in office, either in Court or City. _La-p._ Indeed, corruption is a Tree, whose branches are of an unmeasurable length, they spread every where, and the dew, that drops from thence, hath infected some chairs and stools of authority. _Mal._ Ah Captain! lay not all the fault upon Officers, you know you can shark, tho you be out of action, witness _Montague_. _Lav._ Hang him, he's safe enough; you had a hand in it too, and have gained by him; but I wonder you Citizens, that keep so many books, and take such strict accounts for every farthing due to you from others, reserve not so much as a memorandum for the courtesies you receive. _Mal._ Would you have a Citizen book those? thankfulness is a thing, we are not sworn to in our Indentures: you may as well urge conscience. _Lav._ Talk no more of such vanities, _Mountague_ is irrecoverably sunk, I would we had twenty more to send after him; the Snake that would be a Dragon, and have wings, must eat; and what implies that, but this, that in this _Cannibal_ age, he that would have the sute of wealth, must not care ---- whom he feeds on? and as I have heard, no flesh battens better, then that of a profest friend; and he that would mount to honor, must not make dainty to use the head of his mother, back of his Father, or neck of his Brother, for ladders to his preferment; for, but observe, and you shall find for the most part, cunning villany sit at a Feast as principal guest, and innocent honesty wait as a contemn'd servant with a trencher. _La-p._ The Ladies. _Enter_ Montague _bare-headed_, Lamira, _Lady_ Orleance, Charlotte _a[n]d_ V[e]ramour. _Mont._ Do ye smell nothing? _Char._ Not I Sir.