Cash. Sir, Snare, your scrivener, will be there with the bonds. Kit. That's true: fool on me! I had clean forgot it; I must go. What's a clock? Cash. Exchange-time, sir. Kit. 'Heart, then will Wellbred presently be here too, With one or other of his loose consorts. I am a knave, if I know what to say, What course to take, or which way to resolve. My brain, methinks, is like an hour-glass, Wherein my imaginations run like sands, Filling up time; but then are turn'd and turn'd: So that I know not what to stay upon, And less, to put in act.---It shall be so. Nay, I dare build upon his secrecy, He knows not to deceive me.---Thomas! Cash. Sir. Kit. Yet now I have bethought me too, I will not.--- Thomas, is Cob within? Cash. I think he be, sir. Kit. But he'll prate too, there is no speech of him. No, there were no man on the earth to Thomas, If I durst trust him; there is all the doubt. But should he have a clink in him, I were gone. Lost in my fame for ever, talk for th' Exchange! The manner he hath stood with, till this present, Doth promise no such change: what should I fear then? Well, come what will, I'll tempt my fortune once. Thomas---you may deceive me, but, I hope--- Your love to me is more--- Cash. Sir, if a servant's Duty, with faith, may be call'd love, you are More than in hope, you are possess'd of it. Kit. I thank you heartily, Thomas: give me your hand: With all my heart, good Thomas. I have, Thomas, A secret to impart unto you---but, When once you have it, I must seal your lips up; So far I tell you, Thomas. Cash. Sir, for that--- Kit. Nay, hear me out. Think I esteem you, Thomas, When I will let you in thus to my private. It is a thing sits nearer to my crest, Than thou art 'ware of, Thomas; if thou should'st Reveal it, but--- Cash. How, I reveal it? Kit. Nay, I do not think thou would'st; but if thou should'st, 'Twere a great weakness. Cash. A great treachery: Give it no other name. Kit. Thou wilt not do't, then? Cash. Sir, if I do, mankind disclaim me ever! Kit. He will not swear, he has some reservation, Some conceal'd purpose, and close meaning sure; Else, being urg'd so much, how should he choose But lend an oath to all this protestation? He's no precisian, that I'm certain of, Nor rigid Roman Catholic: he'll play At fayles, and tick-tack; I have heard him swear. What should I think of it? urge him again, And by some other way! I will do so. Well, Thomas, thou hast sworn not to disclose:--- Yes, you did swear?