Aub. I would speak my free thoughts, yet not appear so;
Nor am I so ambitious of the title
Of one that dares talk any thing that was
Against the torrent of his own opinion,
That I affect to speak ought may offend you:
And therefore gracious Sir, be pleas'd to think
My manners or discretion have inform'd me
That I was born, in all good ends, to serve you:
And not to check at what concerns me not:
I look not with sore eyes on your rich out-side,
Nor rack my thoughts to find out to what purpose
'Tis now employ'd; I wish it may be good,
And that, I hope, offends not for a subject
Towards his Prince in things indifferent;
To use the austereness of a censuring Cato
Is arrogance, not freedom.
Rol. I commend
This temper in you, and will cherish it.
Enter Hamond with Letters.
They come from Rome, Latorch imployed you?
Ham. True Sir.
Rol. I must not now be troubled with a thought
Of any new design; good Aubrey read 'em,
And as they shall direct you, use my power,
Or to reply or execute.
Aub. I will, Sir.
Rol. And Captain bring a squadron of our Guard
To th' house that late was Baldwins, and there wait me.
Ham. I shall.
Rol. Some two hours hence.