_Pont._ No, to your trade againe, put off this case, It may be the discouering what you were, When your vnfortunate master tooke you vp, 75 May moue compassion in your creditor. Confesse the truth. _Exit Nouall se. Pont._ _Lila._ And now I thinke on’t better, I will, brother, your hand, your hand, sweet brother. I am of your sect, and my gallantry but a dreame, Out of which these two fearefull apparitions 80 Against my will haue wak’d me. This rich sword Grew suddenly out of a taylors bodkin; These hangers from my vailes and fees in Hell: And where as now this beauer sits, full often A thrifty cape compos’d of broad cloth lifts, 85 Nere kin vnto the cushion where I sate. Crosse-leg’d, and yet vngartred, hath beene seene, Our breakefasts famous for the buttred loaues, I haue with ioy bin oft acquainted with, And therefore vse a conscience, though it be 90 Forbidden in our hall towards other men, To me that as I haue beene, will againe Be of the brotherhood. _Offi._ I know him now: He was a prentice to _Le Robe_ at _Orleance_. _Lila._ And from thence brought by my young Lord, now dead, 95 Vnto _Dijon_, and with him till this houre Hath bin receiu’d here for a compleate Mounsieur. Nor wonder at it: for but tythe our gallants, Euen those of the first ranke, and you will finde In euery ten, one: peraduenture two, 100 That smell ranke of the dancing schoole, or fiddle, The pantofle or pressing yron: but hereafter Weele talke of this. I will surrender vp My suites againe: there cannot be much losse, ’Tis but the turning of the lace, with ones 105 Additions more you know of, and what wants I will worke out. _Tayl._ Then here our quarrell ends. The gallant is turn’d Taylor, and all friends. _Exeunt._ _Scaena 2._ _Enter Romont, Baumont._ [_The Court of Justice_] _Rom._ You haue them ready. _Bau._ Yes, and they will speake Their knowledg in this cause, when thou thinkst fit To haue them cal’d vpon. _Rom._ ’Tis well, and something I can adde to their euidence, to proue This braue reuenge, which they would haue cal’d murther, 5 A noble Iustice. _Bau._ In this you expresse (The breach by my Lords want of you, new made vp) A faythfull friend. _Rom._ That friendship’s rays’d on sand, Which euery sudden gust of discontent, Or flowing of our passions can change, 10 As if it nere had bin: but doe you know Who are to sit on him? _Bau._ Mounsieur _Du Croy_ Assisted by _Charmi_. _Rom._ The Aduocate That pleaded for the Marshalls funerall, And was checkt for it by _Nouall_.