He breaks his gall, and rutteth with his hinde,
The place is markt, and by his venery[165]
He still is taken. Shall we then attempt
The chiefest meane to that discovery here,
And court our greatest ladies chiefest women
With shewes of love, and liberall promises?
Tis but our breath. If something given in hand[170]
Sharpen their hopes of more, 'twill be well ventur'd.
Gui. No doubt of that: and 'tis the cunningst point
Of our devis'd investigation.