Mask. If you will swear on your honour to be very secret, I will tell you.
Lop. As I am a cavalier, and by my beard, I will.
Mask. Then, in few words, he knew it by astrology, or magic.
Lop. You amaze me! Is he conversant in the occult sciences?
Mask. Most profoundly.
Lop. I always thought him an extraordinary person; but I could never imagine his head lay that way.
Mask. He shewed me yesterday, in a glass, a lady's maid at London, whom I well knew; and with whom I used to converse on a pallet in a drawing-room, while he was paying his devotions to her lady in the bed-chamber.
Lop. Lord, what a treasure for a state were here! and how much might we save by this man, in foreign intelligence!
Mask. And just now he shewed me, how you were assaulted in the dark by foreigners.
Lop. Could you guess what countrymen?