Secr. Treason my Lord.
Luc. Sir, my debts to you for this are great.
Gent. I will leave your Lordship now.
Luc. Sir, my death must be suddain, if I requite you not: at the back door good Sir.
Gent. I will be your Lordships Intelligencer for once. [Exit Gentleman.
Enter Secretary.
Secr. My Lord.
Luc. Let 'em in, and say I am at my study.
Enter Lazarello, and two Intelligencers, Lucio being at his study.
1 Int. Where is your Lord?