Last night at supper; and which the more to cover,
I took a bowl, and quaff’d a health to him,
When it would scarce go down for extreme laughter,
To think how soon report had scatter’d it.
Alc. But is the villain Lazarotto
Acquainted with our drift?
Lor. Not for Spain’s wealth;
Though he be secret, yet suspects the worst,
For confidence confounds the stratagem.
The fewer in a plot of jealousy