1 Lord.

Nay, good my lord, put him to't: let him have his way.

2 Lord.

If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no more in your respect.

1 Lord.

On my life, my lord, a bubble.

Ber.

Do you think, I am so far deceiv'd in him?

1 Lord.

Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge, without any malice, but to speak of him as my kinsman; he's a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the

owner of no one good quality worthy your lordship's entertainment.

2 Lord.

It were fit you knew him, lest, reposing too far in his virtue, which he hath not, he might at some great and trusty business in a main danger fail you.

Ber.

I would, I knew in what particular action to try him.

2 Lord.

None better than to let him fetch off his drum; which you hear him so confidently undertake to do.

1 Lord.

I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly surprize him; such I will have, whom, I am sure, he knows not from the enemy: we will bind and hood-wink him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries, when we bring him to our own tents; be but your lordship present at his examination, if he do not for the promise of his life, and in the highest compulsion of base fear, offer to betray you, and deliver all the intelligence in his power against you, and that with the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never trust my judgment in any thing.

2 Lord.

O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum; he says, he has a stratagem for't; when your lordship sees the bottom of his success in't, and to what metal this counterfeit lump of ^{9 note}Oar will be melted, if you give him not ^{1 note}John Drum's entertainment,

your inclining cannot be removed. Here he comes.