LUCIO

How Like and ignorant Poet he talks. All ready. How weighty is the business. Sir, my debts to you for this are great. Sir my death must be sudden, if I requite you not; at the back door good Sir. Let'am in, and say I am at my study. Gentlemen I am not empty of weighty occasi ons at this time; I pray you your business. Signior Lazarillo, I am glad ye're one of this disco very, give me your hand. Keep him off, I would not for my whole estate have touched him. Peace Sir, I know the devil is at your tongues end, to furnish you with speeches? what are the particulars? you charge him with. They deliver a paper to Lucio, who reads. Peace, such hath ever been the clemency of my gracious master the Duke, in all his proceedings, that I had thought, and thought I had thought rightly; that malice would long ere this, have hid her self in her den, and have turned her own sting against her own heart: but I well now perceive; that so forward is the dispositi on of a depraved nature; that it does not only seek re venge, where it hath received injuries; but many times thirst after their destruction, where it hath met with be fits. Peace again, but many times thirst after distructi on, where it hath met with benefits; there I left: Such, & no better are the business, that we have now in hand. But surely me thinks, setting aside the touch of Conscience, and all other inward convulsions. Hold thy peace: thou canst not answer this speech: no Tratour can answer it: but because you can not answer this speech; I take it you have confessed the Treason. I thank his Lordship, carry him away speedily to the Duke. Away with him, I'll follow you, look you pyni on him, and take his money from hurt, least he swallow a shilling and kill himself. About some weighty State plot. I think your grace intends to walk the pub lique streets disguised, to see the streets disorders. You're wondrous careful for your Subject's good. What Milan beauty hath the power, to charm her Sovereigns eyes, and break his sleeps? Was exceeding strange. It is. She that you love. So do I. Upon my life it's so. Because your grace might not suspect. My Standish of Wood strange and sweet, and my fore-flap hangs in the right place, and as near Machiavels, as can be gathered by tradition. That he would be greater then the Duke, that he had cast plots for this, and meant to corrupt some to betray him, that he would burn the City, kill the Duke, and poison the privy Council; and lastly kill himself. Though thou deservest justly to be hanged, with silence yet I allow thee to speak, be short. Faith Sir, I am discovering what will become of that notable piece of Treason, intended by that varlet La zarello; I have sent him to the Duke for judgement. Sir I will be continued ̄ manded by your judgement, and though I find it a trouble scant to be waded through, by these weak years, yet for the deer care of the Come mon-wealth, I will bruise my brains, and continued ̄ fine my self to much vexation. Amen. Your grace is careful. My Lord, the day grow's clear, the Court will rise. Does she know your Grace does love her. Then thus my Lord; They whisper again. Secretary, fetch the gown I use to read petitions in, and the standish I answer French Letters with, and call in the gentleman that attends: Exit Servants. Little know they that do not deal in State, How many things there are to be observed, Which seem but little; yet by one of us (Whose brains do wind about the Commonwealth) Neglected, cracks our credits utterly. Enter Gentleman & a servants. Sir, but that I do presume upon your secrecy, I would not have appeared to you thus ignorantly attir'de without a toothpick in a ribband, or a ring in my band strings. I did: Sir your long practice in the state under a great man hath led you to much experience. Suffer not your modesty to excuse it, in short and in private I desire your direction, I take my study already to be furnished after a graven and wise method. I have Sir: and beside my several gowns and caps agreeable to my several occasions. Yes sir: and I give out I have the palsy. Faith sir I have one, there he stands, he hath been my secretary this 7. years, but he hath forgotten to write. Uh, little sir, since the pain in my right foot left me. I am not imploy'de (though to my desert) in occa sion foreign, nor frequented for matters domestical. The readiest way, my door stands wide, my Secre tarry knows I am not denied to any. I have a backdoor already, I will henceforth be but sie, secretary run and keep the door. I hope so. I wonder they that know their states so well, should fancy such base slaves. Now while the young Duke follows his delights, We that do mean to practice in the State, Must pick our times, and set our faces in, And nod our heads, as it may prove most fit For the main good of the deer Commonwealth: Whose within there? My book-strings are suitable & of a reaching colour. The very same my Lord. I know my Lord, I would not. Let your return be sudden.