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_Chal._ Tis a shrow'd one.

_Cler._ "Who hath no faith to men, to God hath none:"
Retaine you that, sir? who said so?

_Mail._ Twas I.

_Cler._ Thy owne tongue damne thy infidelitie!
But, Captaines all, you know me nobly borne; 80
Use yee t'assault such men as I with lackyes?

_Chal._ They are no lackyes, sir, but souldiers
Disguis'd in lackyes coates.

_1 Sold._ Sir, wee have seene the enemie.

_Cler._ Avant! yee rascols, hence!

_Mail._ Now leave your coates.

_Cler._ Let me not see them more. 85

_Aum._ I grieve that vertue lives so undistinguisht
From vice in any ill, and though the crowne
Of soveraigne law, shee should be yet her footstoole,
Subject to censure, all the shame and paine
Of all her rigor.

_Cler._ Yet false policie 90
Would cover all, being like offenders hid,
That (after notice taken where they hide)
The more they crouch and stirre, the more are spide.

_Aum._ I wonder how this chanc'd you.

_Cler._ Some informer,
Bloud-hound to mischiefe, usher to the hang-man, 95
Thirstie of honour for some huge state act,
Perceiving me great with the worthy Guise,
And he (I know not why) held dangerous,
Made me the desperate organe of his danger,
Onely with that poore colour: tis the common 100
And more then whore-like tricke of treacherie
And vermine bred to rapine and to ruine,
For which this fault is still to be accus'd;
Since good acts faile, crafts and deceits are us'd.
If it be other, never pittie mee. 105

_Aum._ Sir, we are glad, beleeve it, and have hope
The King will so conceit it.

_Cler._ At his pleasure.
In meane time, what's your will, Lord Lieutenant?

_Mail._ To leave your owne horse, and to mount the trumpets.

_Cler._ It shall be done. This heavily prevents 110
My purpos'd recreation in these parts;
Which now I thinke on, let mee begge you, sir,
To lend me some one captaine of your troopes,
To beare the message of my haplesse service
And miserie to my most noble mistresse, 115
Countesse of Cambray; to whose house this night
I promist my re