Ant. Hast thou Assurance and Courage?
Guil. To kill the honestest Man in Spain, if I be well paid.
Car. That thou shalt be.
Guil. I’ll do’t, say no more, I’ll do’t.
Car. But canst thou swear stoutly, and lye handsomely.
Guil. Prettily, by Nature, Sir, but with good instructions I shall improve; I thank Heaven I have Docity, or so.
Car. Thou want’st not Confidence.
Guil. No, nor Impudence neither; how should a man live in this wicked world without that Talent?
Ant. Then know our Design is only comical, though if you manage not Matters well, it may prove tragical to you; in fine, dost think thou canst personate a Lord?
Guil. A Lord! marry, that’s a hard question: but what sort of a Lord?