Laza. I do beseech your Lordship by the love I still have born to your honourable house.
Count. Sir, what need all this? you shall dine with me, I pray rise.
Laza. Perhaps your Lordship takes me for one of these same fellows, that do as it were respect victuals.
Count. Oh Sir by no means.
Laza. Your Lordship has often promised, that whensoever I should affect greatness, your own hand should help to raise me.
Count. And so much still assure your self of.
Laza. And though I must confess, I have ever shun'd popularity, by the example of others, yet I do now feel my self a little ambitious, your Lordship is great, and though young, yet a Privy Counsellor.
Count. I pray you Sir leap into the matter, what would You have me do for you?
Laza. I would intreat your Lordship to make me known to the Duke.
Count. When Sir?