Fran. Pray let 's see it. Mont. I 'll fetch it to your lordship. [Exit. Fran. Monticelso, I will not trust thee, but in all my plots I 'll rest as jealous as a town besieg'd. Thou canst not reach what I intend to act: Your flax soon kindles, soon is out again, But gold slow heats, and long will hot remain. Enter Monticelso, with the book Mont. 'Tis here, my lord. Fran. First, your intelligencers, pray let 's see. Mont. Their number rises strangely; And some of them You 'd take for honest men. Next are panders. These are your pirates; and these following leaves For base rogues, that undo young gentlemen, By taking up commodities; for politic bankrupts; For fellows that are bawds to their own wives, Only to put off horses, and slight jewels, Clocks, defac'd plate, and such commodities, At birth of their first children. Fran. Are there such? Mont. These are for impudent bawds, That go in men's apparel; for usurers That share with scriveners for their good reportage: For lawyers that will antedate their writs: And some divines you might find folded there, But that I slip them o'er for conscience' sake. Here is a general catalogue of knaves: A man might study all the prisons o'er, Yet never attain this knowledge. Fran. Murderers? Fold down the leaf, I pray; Good my lord, let me borrow this strange doctrine. Mont. Pray, use 't, my lord. Fran. I do assure your lordship, You are a worthy member of the State, And have done infinite good in your discovery Of these offenders. Mont. Somewhat, sir. Fran. O God! Better than tribute of wolves paid in England; 'Twill hang their skins o' th' hedge. Mont. I must make bold To leave your lordship.