Secr. At his study, but he will have you brought in.
Laza. Why Gentlemen, what will you charge me withal?
2 Int. Treason, horrible treason, I hope to have the leading of thee to prison, and prick thee on i'th' arse with a Halbert: to have him hang'd that salutes thee, and call all those in question that spit not upon thee.
Laz. My thred is spun, yet might I but call for this dish of meat at the gallows, instead of a Psalm, it were to be endur'd: the Curtain opens, now my end draws on.
[Secretary draws the Curtain.
Luc. Gentlemen, I am not empty of weighty occasions at this time; I pray you your business.
1 Int. My Lord, I think we have discover'd one of the most bloudy Traitors, that ever the world held.
Luc. Signior Lazarillo, I am glad ye are one of this discovery, give me your hand.
2 Int. My Lord, that is the Traitor.