Ami. To such a man as thou art, my heart shall be
A Casket: I will lock thee up there,
And esteem thee as a faithfull friend,
The richest Jewell that a man enjoyes;
And being thou didst follow once my friend,
And in thy heart still dost, not with his fortunes casting him off,
Thou shalt go hand in hand with me, and share
As well in my ability as love; 'tis not my end
To gain men for my use, but a true friend. [Exeunt.
Enter Duboys.
Dub. There's no such thriving way to live in grace,
As to have no sence of it; his back nor belly
Shall not want warming that can practise me mischief;
I walk now with a full purse, grow high and wanton,
Prune and briske my self in the bright shine
Of his good Lordships favours; and for what virtue?
For fashioning my self a murderer.
O noble Montague, to whom I owe my heart,
With all my best thoughts, though my tongue have promis'd
To exceed the malice of thy destiny,
Never in time of all my service knew I
Such a sin tempt thy bounty; those that did feed
Upon thy charge had merit or else need.
Enter Laverdine, and La-poope, with disguises.
Lav. Duboys, most prosperously met.
Dub. How now? will he come this way?
La. This way, immediately; therefore thy assistance, dear Duboys.
Dub. What have you cheated him of the money you spoke of?
Lav. Fough, as easily as a silly Countrey wench of her maydenhead; we had it in a twinkling.
Dub. 'Tis well Captain, let me help you, you must be our leader in this action.