That never belch'd but blasphemy, and treason on Festival days!
Sept. I am an altered man, altered indeed,
And will give you cause to say I am a Roman.
Dol. Rogue, I grant thee.
Sept. Trust me, I'll make the passage smooth, and easie
For your escape.
Ant. I'll trust the Devil sooner,
And make a safer Bargain.
Sept. I am trusted
With all Photinus's secrets.