Gond. Does your grace think we carry seconds with us, to search us, and see fair play: your Grace hath been ill tutor'd in the business; but if you hope to try her truly, and satisfy your self what frailty is, give her the Test: do not remember Count she is your Sister; nor let my Lord the Duke believe she is fair; but put her to it without hope or pity, then ye shall see that golde[n] form flie off, that all eyes wonder at for pure and fixt, and under't base blushing Copper; metall not worth the meanest honor: you shall behold her then my Lord transparent, look through her heart, and view the spirits how they leap, and tell me then I did belie the Lady.
Duke. It shall be done: come Gondarino bear us company,
We do believe thee: she shall die, and thou shalt see it.
Enter Lazarello, two Intelligencers, and Guard.
How now my friends, [whome] have you guarded hither?
2 Int. So please your Grace we have discover'd a villain and a Traitor: the Lord Lucio hath examin'd him, and sent him to your Grace for Judgement.
Count. My Lord, I dare absolve him from all sin of Treason: I know his most ambition is but a dish of meat; which he hath hunted with so true a scent, that he deserveth the Collar not the Halter.
Duke. Why do they bring him thus bound up? the poor man had more need [of] some warm meat, to comfort his cold stomach.
Count. Your Grace shall have the cause hereafter, when you [may] laugh more freely:
But these are call'd Informers: men that live by Treason, as
Rat-catchers do by poison.
Duke. Would there were no heavier prodigies hung over us, than this poor fellow, I durst redeem all perils ready to pour themselves upon this State, with a cold Custard.