Danc. I would be a Graduate sir, no freshman.
F[e]ro. Here's my hand sir,
I will make you dissemble so methodically,
As if the divell should be sent from the great Turk,
In the shape of an Embassador
To set all the Christian princes at variance.
Danc. I cannot with any modesty desire any more.
There's your mony sir.
Foro. For the art of dissembling.
Cox. My suit sir will be news to you when I tell it.
Foro. Pray on.
Cox. I would set up a press here in Italy,
To write all the Corantos for Christendome.
Foro. That's news indeed,
And how would you imploy me in't?
Cox. Marry sir, from you
I would gain my intelligence.
Foro. I conceive you, you would have me furnish you
With a spirit to informe you.