1 Cred. Have an eye upon him; if
We lose him now, he's gone for ever; stay
And dog him: I'll go fetch the Officers.
Long. Dog him you Bloud-hound: by this point thou shalt more safely dog an angry Lion, than attempt him.
Mont. What's the matter?
Long. Do but stir to fetch a Serjeant; and besides your loss
Of labour, I'll have you beaten, till
Those casement in your faces be false lights.
Dub. Falser than those you sell by.
Mont. Who gave you Commission to abuse my friends thus?
Lon. Sir, are those your friends that would betray you?
Mont. 'Tis to save themselves rather than betray me.
1 Cred. Your Lordship makes a just construction of it.
2 Cred. All our desire is but to get our own.