De L. The count's resolution had too much blood and cruelty in't.
Pir. Dessandro urged as much as mortal sense could groan with.
De L. I now call to mind, still as he spake and glanced upon Cleara's face, I had strange startlings in me.
Pir. As the times have.
De. L. The times, my lord? for what?
Pir. The king's death, sir.
De L. Why, my lord, the times are not of the worst presage, though that may cloud them a little.
Pir. I am no Booker, sir, nor Lilly to prognosticate what seven years may travail with; but I could wish the price of knaves may fall.
De L. Your lordship's virtues command not a more humble and observant creature. [Exit.