Him as the leader of his coach’s team.
Now in fate’s book I have already read
That Strader’s span of life is nearly run.
But Benedictus can not yet see this.
My trusty knave, too crafty is thy wit,
Who takest me for some dull foolish clown.
(To Fox)
So well thou reasonest that men attend.
Go therefore and see Strader very soon
Tell him that his machine is ill-contrived;