Ami. As how?
Dub. We kiss your Lordships hand, and come to serve you here with swords.
Long. My Lord, we understand our selves.
Dub. We have had the honor to be call'd unto the business, and we must not now quit it on terms.
Ami. Not terms of reason?
Long. No, no [r]eason for the quitting of our calling.
Dub. True, if I be call'd to't I must ask no reason.
Long. Nor hear none neither, which is less:
It is a favour, if my throat be cut,
Your Lordship does me; which I never can,
[A noise-within, crying down with your swords.
Nor must have hope how to requite: what noise?
What cry is that my Lord upon your guard?
So[me] treachery is a foot.