Brun. That shall make way to it.
Bawdb. It must be a man
Of credit in the Court, that is to be
The foil unto your v[a]lour.
Prot. True, it should.
Bawdb. And if he have place there, 'tis not the worse.
Brun. 'Tis much the better.
Bawdb. If he be a Lord,
'Twill be the greater grace.
Brun. Thou art in the right.
Bawdb. Why then behold that valiant man and Lord,
That for your sake will take a cudgeling:
For be assur'd, when it is spread abroad
That you have dealt with me, they'll give you out
For one of the Nine Worthies.
Brun. Out you pandar,
Why, to beat thee is only exercise
For such as do affect it, lose not time
In vain replies, but do it: come my solace
Let us to bed, and our desires once quench'd
We'll there determine of Theodorets death
For he's the Engine us'd to ruin us;
Yet one wor[d] more, Lecure, art thou assur'd
The potion will work?
Lecure. My life upon it.