_Cler._ Attend him in. (_Exit Messenger._) Now comes this plot to tryall; I shall descerne (if it be true as rare) Some sparkes will flye from his dissembling eyes. Ile sound his depth. _Enter Maillard with the Messenger._ _Maillard._ Honour, and all things noble! _Cler._ As much to you, good Captaine. What's th'affaire? 185 _Mail._ Sir, the poore honour we can adde to all Your studyed welcome to this martiall place, In presentation of what strength consists My lord your brothers government, is readie. I have made all his troopes and companies 190 Advance and put themselves in battailia, That you may see both how well arm'd they are How strong is every troope and companie, How ready, and how well prepar'd for service. _Cler._ And must they take mee? _Mail._ Take you, sir! O heaven! 195 _Mess._ [_aside, to Clermont_]. Beleeve it, sir, his count'nance chang'd in turning. _Mail._ What doe you meane, sir? _Cler._ If you have charg'd them, You being charg'd your selfe, to apprehend mee, Turne not your face; throw not your lookes about so. _Mail._ Pardon me, sir. You amaze me to conceive 200 From whence our wils to honour you should turne To such dishonour of my lord, your brother. Dare I, without him, undertake your taking? _Cler._ Why not? by your direct charge from the King. _Mail._ By my charge from the King! would he so much 205 Disgrace my lord, his owne Lieutenant here, To give me his command without his forfaite? _Cler._ Acts that are done by Kings, are not askt why. Ile not dispute the case, but I will search you. _Mail._ Search mee! for what? _Cler._ For letters. _Mail._ I beseech you, 210 Doe not admit one thought of such a shame To a commander. _Cler._ Goe to! I must doo't. Stand and be searcht; you know mee. _Mail._ You forget What tis to be a captaine, and your selfe. _Cler._ Stand, or I vow to heaven, Ile make you lie, 215 Never to rise more. _Mail._ If a man be mad, Reason must beare him. _Cler._ So coy to be searcht? _Mail._ Sdeath, sir, use a captaine like a carrier! _Cler._ Come, be not furious; when I have done, You shall make such a carrier of me, 220 If't be your pleasure: you're my friend, I know, And so am bold with you. _Mail._ You'll nothing finde Where nothing is. _Cler._ Sweare you have nothing.