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288 Doc. Why, do you hear nothing?

Drol. No. Why, what should it be?

Doc. Pisaro is the man.

Drol. Fie, fie! it cannot be;

The state could not commit so great an oversight.

Neglect a man of merit for Pisaro!

Fie, fie!

Doc. Want of judgment, Drollio.

An unlearned council: I ever told you so;

Never more heads, nor never less wit, believe't.

Drol. Say you so, signior? that's hard. What say you to

Diano?

Doc. Alas, an ordinary brain!

Talks and talks, it's true, but speaks more than he is:

Believe't betwixt you and I, a mere prattler.

There's Falorio, too; why, he cannot read his own hand:

Vasquez cannot speak sense without two days' premedita-

tion. Sillio, Vechio, Caronnio—all stones in their head!

Drol. If I

Should tell these lords now, signior, what you say,

It might cost an ear or so.

Doc. Ay. Why, there's another abuse i' th' state: a man

Shall have his ears cut off for speaking a truth.

A sick government, Drollio, and a weak one, believe't.

It never thriv'd, since Spain and we grew so great.

There is a mystery in that too, Drollio:

I will know all before they have any more

Of my money

Drol. Peace, signior! The king!

''Flor. sen.'' I prithee,

Leave me: by all that's good, thou canst not know it.

Why shouldst thou thus in vain torment thyself

And me?

''Flor. jun.'' Well, I guess; and 'tis enough. [Exit. The elder Florelio goes out at another door