Lat. Dare you but think to make your selves up certainties
Your places and your credits ten times doubled,
The Princes favour, Rollo's?
Yeo. I, and as bounteous, if he had his right too.
Coo. By the mass, a Royal Gentleman indeed Boyes,
He'd make the chimneys smoak.
Lat. He would do't friends,
And you too, if he had his right, true Courtiers;
What could you want then? dare you?
Coo. Pray you be short Sir.
Lat. And this my soul upon't, I dare assure you,
If you but dare your parts.
Coo. Dare not me Monsieur,
For I that fear nor fire nor water, Sir,
Dare do enough, a man would think.
Yeo. Believ't, Sir;
But make this good upon us you have promis'd,
You shall not find us flinchers.
Lat. Then I'le be sudden.