Cun. Oh, ho, ah sirrah, are you come?
Sir Greg. What's that friend?
Cun. Do you note that corner sparkle?
Sir Greg. Which? which? which Sir?
Cun. At the West end o'th' Coller.
Sir Greg. Oh I see't now.
Cun. 'Tis an apparent mark; this is the stone, Sir,
That so much blood is threatned to be shed for.
Sir Greg. I pray.
Cun. A tun at least.
Sir Greg. They must not find't i'me then, they must
Goe where 'tis to be had.