Flav. Which makes it doubtfull whether love to him Or Neroes hatred hath drawne more unto us.
Piso. I see the good thoughts you have of me, Lords.
Lets now proceede to th'purpose of our meeting:
I pray you take your places.
Lets have some paper brought.
Scevin. Whose within?
Enter Milichus to them.
Mill. My Lord.
Scevin. Some Inke and Paper.
[Exit Mili.
Enter againe with Incke and Paper.
Flav. Whose that, Scevinus?
Scevin. It is my freed man, Milichus.