Lat. Indeed he hath scap'd a strange Conspiracy,
Thanks to his Stars; which Stars he prayes by me,
You would again consult, and make a Judgement
On what you lately erected for my love.
Rus. Oh, Sir, we dare not.
Fis. For our lives.
Bub. It is the Princes Scheam.
Lat. T'incounter with that fear,
Here's to assure you, his Signet, write your names,
And be secured all three.
Bu. We must intreat some time, Sir.
Lat. I must then intreat it, be as present as you can.
Fis. Have you the Scheam here?
Lat. Yes.
Rus. I would you had Sir another warrant.