_Duke._ Y'are well conceited of your selves to think I chuse you out to bear me company In such affairs and business of state: For am not I a pattern for all Princes, That break my soft sleep for my subjects good? Am I not careful? very provident? _Luc._ Your Grace is careful. _Arri._ Very provident. _Duke._ Nay, knew you how my serious working plots, Concern the whole Estates of all my subjects, I, and their lives; then _Lucio_ thou wouldst swear, I were a loving Prince. _Luc._ I think your Grace intends to walk the publick streets disguis'd, to see the streets disorders. _Duke._ It is not so. _Arri._ You secretly will cross some other states, that do conspire against you. _Duke._ Weightier far: You are my friends, and you shall have the cause; I break my sleeps thus soon to see a wench. _Luc._ Y'are wond'rous careful for your subjects good. _Arri._ You are a very loving Prince indeed. _Duke._ This care I take for them, when their dull eyes, Are clos'd with heavy slumbers. _Arri._ Then you rise to see your wenches? _Luc._ What _Milan_ beauty hath the power, to charme her Sovereign eyes, and break his sleeps? _Duke._ Sister to Count _Valore_, she's a Maid Would make a Prince forget his throne, and sta[t]e, And lowly kneel to her: the general fate Of all mortality, is hers to give; As she disposeth, so we die and live. _Luc._ My Lord, the day grows clear, the Court will rise. _Duk._ We stay too long, is the _Umbranoes_ head as we commanded, sent to the sad _Gondarino_, our General? _Arr._ 'Tis sent. _Duke._ But stay, where shines that light? _Arri._ 'Tis in the chamber of _Lazarello_. _Duke. Lazarillo?_ what is he? _Arri._ A Courtier my Lord, and one that I wonder your Grace knows not: for he hath followed your Court, and your last predecessors, from place to place, any time this seven year[e], as faithfully as your Spits and your Dripping-pans have done, and almost as greasily. _Duke._ Oh we know him, as we have heard, he keeps a Kalender of all the [famous] dishes of meat, that have been in the Court, ever since our great Grandfathers time; and when he can thrust in at no Table, he makes his meat of that. _Lucio._ The very same my Lord. _Duk[e]._ A Courtier call'st thou him? Believe me _Lucio_, there be many such About our Court, respected, as they think, Even by our self; with thee I will be plain: