_Devit._ They are gone past hearing, now to taske _Devitry_, help, help, as you are men help; some charitable hand, relieve a poor distressed miserable wretch, thieves, wicked thieves have robb'd me; bound me. _Prot._ 'Foot, would they had gagg'd you too, your noise will betray us, and fetch them again. _Devit._ What blessed tongue spake to me, where, where where are you Sir? _Prot._ A plague of your bawling throat, we are well enough if you have the grace to be thankful for't, do but snore to me, and 'tis as much as I desire, to pass away time with, till morning, then talk as loud as you please Sir, I am bound not to stir, therefore lie still and snore I say. _Devit._ Then you have met with thieves too I see. _Prot._ And desire to meet with no more of them. _Devit._ Alas, what can we suffer more? they are far enough by this time; have they not all, all that we have Sir? _Prot._ No by my faith have they not Sir; I gave them one trick to boot for their learning, my Boots Sir, my Boots, I have sav'd my stock, and my jewels in them, and therefore desire to hear no more of them. _Devit._ Now blessing on your wit, Sir, what a dull slave was I, dreamt not of your conveyance, help to unbind me Sir, and I'll undoe you, my life for yours, no worse thief than my self meets you again this night. _Prot._ Reach me thy hands. _Devit._ Here Sir, here, I could beat my brains out, that could not think of boots, boots Sir, wide topt boots, I shall love them the better whilst I live; but are you sure your Jewels are here Sir? _Prot._ Sure sayst thou? ha, ha, ha. _Devit._ So ho, illo ho. [_Within Soldiers._ Here Captain, here. _Prot._ 'Foot what do you mean Sir? _Enter Soldiers._ _Devit._ A trick to boot, say you; here you dull slaves, purchase, purchase the soul of the Rock, Diamonds, sparkling Diamonds. _Prot._ I'm betraid, lost, past recovery, lost, as you are men. _Devit._ Nay rook, since you will be prating, we'll share your carrion with you, have you any other conveyance now Sir? _1._ 'Foot here are Letters, Epistles, familiar Epistles, we'll see what treasure is in them, they are seal'd sure. _Prot._ Gentlemen, as you are Gentlemen spare my Letters, and take all willingly, all: I'll give you a release, a general release, and meet you here to morrow with as much more. _Devit._ Nay, since you have your tricks, and your conveyances, we will not leave a wrinkle of you unsearcht. _Prot._ Hark, there comes company, you will be betraid, as you love your safeties, beat out my brains, I shall betray you else. _Devit._ Treason, unheard of Treason, monstrous, monstrous villanies. _Prot._ I confess my self a Traitor, shew your selves good subjects, and hang me up for't.