Enter a Servant.
Ser. Nay, if I bear your blows, and keep your counsel,
You have good luck, Sir; I'le teach ye to strike lighter.
Mir. Come hither, honest fellow; canst thou tell me
Where this great Lord lies? This Savoy Lord? Thou met'st him;
He now went by thee certain.
Ser. Yes, he did, Sir;
I know him; and I know you are fool'd.
Mir. Come hither,
Here's all this, give me truth.
S[e]r. Not for your mony;
(And yet that may do much) but I have been beaten:
And by the worshipfull Contrivers beaten, and I'le tell ye;
This is no Lord, no Savoy Lord.
Mir. Go forward.
Ser. This is a Trick, and put upon ye grosly
By one Lugier; the Lord is Monsieur de-Gard, Sir;
An honest Gentleman, and a neighbour here;
Their ends you understand better than I, sure.
Mir. Now I know him.
Know him now plain.
Ser. I have discharg'd my colours; so God b'y ye, sir. [Exit.