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 Dutch. Antonio, the master of our house-hold Hath dealt so falsely with me, in's accounts: My brother stood engag'd with me for money Ta'ne up of certaine Neopolitane Jewes, And Antonio let's the Bonds be forfeyt.

Bos. Srange: this is cunning:

Dutch. And hereupon My brothers Bills at Naples are protested Against: call up our Officers.

Bos. I shall.

Dutch. The place that you must flye to, is Ancona, Hire a house there. I'll send after you My Treasure, and my Jewlls: our weake safetie Runnes upon engenous wheeles: short sillables, Must stand for periods: I must now accuse you Of such a fained crime, as Tasso calls Magnanima Mensogna: a Noble Lie, 'Cause it must shield our honors: harke they are comming.

Ant. Will your Grace heare me?

Dutch. I have got well by you: you have yeelded me A million of losse; I am like to inherit The peoples curses for your Stewardship: You had the tricke, in Audit time to be sicke, Till I had sign'd your Quietus; and that cur'de you Without helpe of a Doctor. Gentlemen, I would have this man be an example to you all: So shall you hold my favour: I pray let him; For h'as done that (alas) you would not thinke of, And (because I intend to be rid of him) I meane not to publish: use your fortune else-where.

Ant. I am strongely arm'd to brooke my over-throw, As commonly men beare with a hard yeere: I will not blame the cause on't; but doe thinke The necessitie of my malevolent starre Procures this, not her humour: O the inconstant, And rotten ground of service, you may see: 'Tis ev'n like him, that in a winter night