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 Rod. Forobosco.

Ant. Let him bring't presently.

Servant. Oh, Gentlemen, o'th' Court, the fowlest treason.

Bos. If that these Apricocks should be poysond, now; Without my knowledge.

Serv. There was taken even now a Switzer In the Duchesse Bed-chamber.

2.Serv. A Switzer?

Serv. With a Pistoll in his great cod-piece.

Bos. Hh, ha, ha.

Serv. The cod-piece was the case for't.

2.Ser. There was a cunning traitor. Who would have search'd his cod-piece?

Serv. True, if he had kept out of the Ladies chambers: And all the mowldes of his buttons, were leaden bullets.

2.Serv. Oh wicked Caniball: a fire-lock in's cod-piece?

Serv. 'Twas a French plot upon my life.

2.Ser. To see what the Divell can doe.

Ant. All the Offices here?

Serv. We are:

Ant. Gentlemen, We have lost much Plate you know; and but this evening Jewels, to the value of foure thousand Duckets Are missing in the DucthesseDutchesse [sic] Cabinet, Are the Gates shut?

Ser. Yes.

Ant. 'Tis the Duchesse pleasure Each Officer be lock'd into his chamber Till the Sun-rysing: and to send the keyes Of all their chests, and of their outward doores Into her bed-chamber: She is very sicke.

Rod. At her pleasure.

Ant. She intreates you take't not ill: The Innocent Shall be the more approv'd by it.

Bos. Gentleman o'th' Wood-yard, where's your Switzer now?

Serv. By this hand 'twas creadably reported by one o'th' Black-guard.

Del. How fares it with the Dutchesse?

Ant. She's expos'd