Prot. I'm betraid, lost, past recovery, lost, as you are men.
Devit. Nay rook, since you will be prating, we'll share your carrion with you, have you any other conveyance now Sir?
1. 'Foot here are Letters, Epistles, familiar Epistles, we'll see what treasure is in them, they are seal'd sure.
Prot. Gentlemen, as you are Gentlemen spare my Letters, and take all willingly, all: I'll give you a release, a general release, and meet you here to morrow with as much more.
Devit. Nay, since you have your tricks, and your conveyances, we will not leave a wrinkle of you unsearcht.
Prot. Hark, there comes company, you will be betraid, as you love your safeties, beat out my brains, I shall betray you else.
Devit. Treason, unheard of Treason, monstrous, monstrous villanies.
Prot. I confess my self a Traitor, shew your selves good subjects, and hang me up for't.
1. If it be treason, the discovery will get our pardon, Captain.
Devit. Would we were all lost, hang'd, quarter'd, to save this one, one innocent Prince; Thierry's poison'd, by his mother poison'd, the Mistriss to this stallion, who by that poison ne'er shall sleep again.