Laza. My Lord I'll talk with him, for I have a friend, that would gladly receive the humor.
Count. If he have the itch of Knighthood upon him, let him repair to that Physitian, he'll cure him: but I will give you a note; is your friend fat or lean?
Laz. Something fat.
Count. 'Twill be the worse for him.
Laza. I hope that's not material.
Count. Very much, for there is an impost set upon Knighthoods, & your friend shall pay a Noble in the pound.
Duke. I doe not like examinations,
We shall find out the truth more easily,
Some other way less noted, and that course,
Should not be us'd, till we be sure to prove
Some thing directly, for when they perceive
Themselves suspected, they will then provide
More warily to answer.
Luc. Doth she know your Grace doth love her?
Duke. She hath never heard it.
Luc. Then thus my Lord. [They whisper again