Lat. These must be put then into the several meats
Young Otto loves, by you into his wine, Sir,
Into his bread by you, by you into his linnen.
Now if you desire, you have found the means
To make you, and if you dare not, you have
Found your ruine; resolve me e're you go.
But. You'l keep your faith with us.
Lat. May I no more see light else.
Coo. Why 'tis done then!
But. 'Tis done.
Pant. 'Tis done which shall be undone.
Lat. About it then, farewel, y'are all of one mind.
Coo. All?
All. All, All.
Lat. Why then, all happie. [Exit.