_Enter Milichus to them_.

_Mill_. My Lord.

_Scevin_. Some Inke and Paper.

[_Exit Mili_.

_Enter againe with Incke and Paper_.

_Flav_. Whose that, _Scevinus_?

_Scevin_. It is my freed man, _Milichus_.

_Lucan_. Is he trustie?

_Scevin_. I, for as great matters as we are about.

_Piso_. And those are great ones.

_Lucan_. I aske not that we meane to need his trust;
Gaine hath great soveraigntie ore servile mindes.

_Scevin_. O but my benefits have bound him to me.
I from a bondman have his state not onely
Advanct to freedome but to wealth and credit.

_Piso_. _Mili_. waite ith' next chamber till we call.
[_abscondit se_.
The thing determinde on, our meeting now