Po. What's that, I pray?
Br. No, no, I must not tell you.
Po. Why so?
Br. Because he that entrusted me with the Secret, made me promise Silence.
Po. Do you entrust me with it upon the same Condition, and, upon my honest Word, I'll keep Counsel.
Br. That honest Word has often deceived me; but however, I'll venture; especially, it being a Matter of that Kind, that it is fit all honest Men should know it. There is at Tubinge, a certain Franciscan, a Man accounted of singular Holiness in every Bodies Opinion but his own.
Po. That you mention, is the greatest Argument in the World of true Piety.
Br. If I should tell you his Name, you'd say as much, for you know the Man.
Po. What if I shall guess at him?
Br. Do, if you will.