Cler. Himselfe alone?
Mess. Alone, sir. 180
Cler. Attend him in. (Exit Messenger.) Now comes this plot to tryall;
I shall descerne (if it be true as rare)
Some sparkes will flye from his dissembling eyes.
Ile sound his depth.
Enter Maillard with the Messenger.
Maillard. Honour, and all things noble!
Cler. As much to you, good Captaine. What's th'affaire?185
Mail. Sir, the poore honour we can adde to all