_Laz._ My Lord, if ever I intended treason against your Person, or the State, unless it were by wishing from your Table some dish of meat, which I must needs confess, was not a subjects part: or coveting by stealth, sups from those noble bottles, that no mouth, keeping allegiance true, should dare to taste: I must confess, with more than covetous eye, I have beheld those dear conceal'd dishes, that have been brought in by cunning equipage, to wait upon your Graces pallat: I do confesse, out of this present heat, I have had Stratagems and Ambuscado's; but God be thank'd they have never took. _Duke._ Count, this business is your own; when you have done, repair to us. [_Exit Duke._ _Count._ I will attend your Grace: _Lazarello_, you are at liberty, be your own man again; and if you can be master of your wishes, I wish it may be so. _Laz._ I humbly thank your Lordship: I must be unmannerly, I have some present business, once more I heartily thank your Lordship. [_Exit_ Lazarillo. _Count._ Now even a word or two to you, and so farewell; you think you have deserv'd much of this State by this discovery: y'are a slavish people, grown subject to the common course of all men. How much unhappy were that noble spirit, could work by such baser gains? what misery would not a knowing man put on with willingness, e'r he see himself grown fat and full fed, by fall of those you rise by? I do discharge ye my attendance; our healthful State needs no such Leeches to suck out her bloud. _1 Int._ I do beseech your Lordship. _2 Int._ Good my Lord. _Count._ Go learn to be more honest, [when] I see you work your means from honest industry, [_Exeunt Informers._ I will be willing to accept your labours: Till then I will keep back my promis'd favours: Here comes another remnant of folly: _Enter_ Lucio. I must dispatch him too. Now Lord _Lucio_, what business [bring] you hither? _Luc._ Faith Sir, I am discovering what will become of that notable piece of treason, intended by that Varlet _Lazarillo_; I have sent him to the Duke for judgement. _Count._ Sir, you have perform'd the part of a most careful Statesman, and let me say it to your face, Sir, of a Father to this State: I would wish you to retire, and insconce your self in study: for such is your daily labour, and our fear, that our loss of an hour may breed our overthrow. _Luc._ Sir, I will be commanded by your judgement, and though I find it a trouble scant to be waded through, by these weak years: yet for the dear care of the Commonwealth, I will bruise my brains, and confine my self to much vexation. _Count._ Go, and maist thou knock down Treason like an Ox. _Luc._ Amen.