_Count._ Sir you shall work me as you please. _Laza._ Let it be suddenly, I doe beseech your Lordship, 'tis now upon the point of dinner time. _Count._ I am all yours. [_Exeunt Lazarello and Count._ _1 In._ Come let us confer, Imprimis he saith, like a blasphemous villain, he's greater than the Duke, this peppers him, and there were nothing else. _2 In._ Then he was naming plots; did you not hear? _1 In._ Yes but he fell from that unto discovery, to corrupt by money, and so attain. _2 In._ I, I, he meant some Fort, or Cyttadell the Duke hath, his very face betraid his meaning, O he is [a] very subtile and a dangerous knave, but if he deal a Gods name, we shall worm him. _1 In._ But now comes the Stroak, the fatall blow, Fire, Sword and Poyson, O Canibal, thou bloody Canibal. _2 In._ What had become of this poor state, had [not we] been? _1 In._ Faith it had lyen buried in his own ashes; had not a greater hand been in't. _2 In._ But note the rascalls resolution, after th'acts done, because he wo'd avoid all fear of torture, and cousen the Law, he wo'd kill himself; was there ever the like danger brought to light in this age? sure we shall merit much, we shall be able to keep two men a peece, and a two handsword between us, we will live in favour of the State, betray our ten or twelve treasons a week, and the people shall fear us: come, to the Lord _Lucio_, the Sun shall not goe down till he be hang'd. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Tertius. Scæna Quarta._ _Enter Mercer._ _Mer._ Look to my shop, and if there come ever a Scholar in black, let him speak with me; we that are shopkeepers in good trade, are so pester'd, that we can scarce pick out an hour for our mornings meditation: and howsoever we are all accounted dull, and common jesting stocks for your gallants; There are some of us doe not deserve it: for, for my own part, I doe begin to be given to my book, I love a scholar with my heart, for questionless there are merveilous things to be done by Art: why Sir, some of them will tell you what is become of horses, and silver spoons, and will make wenches dance naked to their beds: I am yet unmarried, and because some of our neighbours are said to be Cuckolds, I will never [marrie] without the consent of some of these scholars, that know what will come of it. _Enter Pander._ _Pan._ Are you busie Sir? _Mer._ Never to you Sir, nor to any of your coat. Sir is there any thing to be done by Art, concerning the great heir we talk'd on? _Pan._ Will she, nill she: she shall come running into my house at the farther corner, in Sa. Marks street, betwixt three and four. _Mer._ Betwixt three and four? she's brave in cloaths, is she not?