De F. You belong to the Duke de Bereo, sir?
De L. Who told you so?
De F. A friend that wou'd commend me with a poor suit
Unto you, sir, if you be Signior de Loome.
De L. But this is no year for suit, sir.
De F. Mine brings thanks ready-told, sir; look ye:
All double pistoles, signior.
De L. Sir, I shall try my power, and be ready in any
Service t' ye, for my friend's sake.
De F. D' ye know who 'tis?
De L. Hum! no matter; I'll undertake your business.
De F. Sir, can you please to pardon some light gold?
De L. You shall find me a gentleman in anything for my friend's sake.