_Buss._ Prince, that is the subject Of all these your retir'd and sole discourses. _Mons._ Wilt thou not leave that wrongfull supposition? _Buss._ Why wrongfull to suppose the doubtlesse right 400 To the succession worth the thinking on? _Mons._ Well, leave these jests! how I am over-joyed With thy wish'd presence, and how fit thou com'st, For, of mine honour, I was sending for thee. _Buss._ To what end? _Mons._ Onely for thy company, 405 Which I have still in thought; but that's no payment On thy part made with personall appearance. Thy absence so long suffered oftentimes Put me in some little doubt thou do'st not love me. Wilt thou doe one thing therefore now sincerely? 410 _Buss._ I, any thing--but killing of the King. _Mons._ Still in that discord, and ill taken note? How most unseasonable thou playest the cucko, In this thy fall of friendship! _Buss._ Then doe not doubt That there is any act within my nerves, 415 But killing of the King, that is not yours. _Mons._ I will not then; to prove which, by my love Shewne to thy vertues, and by all fruits else Already sprung from that still flourishing tree, With whatsoever may hereafter spring, 420 I charge thee utter (even with all the freedome Both of thy noble nature and thy friendship) The full and plaine state of me in thy thoughts. _Buss._ What, utter plainly what I think of you? _Mons._ Plaine as truth. 425 _Buss._ Why this swims quite against the stream of greatnes: Great men would rather heare their flatteries, And if they be not made fooles, are not wise. _Mons._ I am no such great foole, and therefore charge thee Even from the root of thy free heart display mee. 430 _Buss._ Since you affect it in such serious termes, If your selfe first will tell me what you think As freely and as heartily of me, I'le be as open in my thoughts of you. _Mons._ A bargain, of mine honour! and make this, 435 That prove we in our full dissection Never so foule, live still the sounder friends. _Buss._ What else, sir? come, pay me home, ile bide it bravely.