Rod. What Nephew?
Sil. Why methought I heard a Piece, Lady,
A Piece shot off, much about this place too,
But could not judge the cause, nor what it boaded,
Under the Castle-wall.
Rod. We heard it too,
And the Watch pursu'd it presently, but found nothing,
Not any tract.
Sil. I am right glad to hear it:
The Ruffians surely that command the night
Have found him, stript him: and into the River
Convey'd the body.
Rod. You look still sadder, Nephew,
Is any thing within these walls to comfort ye?
Speak, and be Master of it.
Sil. Ye are a right Courtier,
A great Professor, but a poor performer.
Rod. Do you doubt my faith: you never found me that way.
I dare well speak it boldly, but a true friend.
Sil. Continue then.
Rod. Try me, and see who falters.
Sil. I will, and presently: 'tis in your power
To make me the most bound man to your courtesie.