_Hub_. Sir, and so I will,
If I may do't in private: and you hear it.

_Wol_. All leave the room: you have your will, sit down
And use the liberty of our first friendship.

_Hub_. Friendship? when you prov'd Traitor first, that vanish'd,
Nor do I owe you any thought, but hate,
I know my flight hath forfeited my head;
And so I may make you first understand
What a strange monster you have made your self,
I welcome it.

_Wol_. To me this is strange language.

_Hub_. To you? why what are you?

_Wol_. Your Prince and Master,
The Earl of _Flanders_.

Hub. By a proper title!
Rais'd to it by cunning, circumvention, force,
Blood, and proscriptions.

_Wol_. And in all this wisdom,
Had I not reason? when by _Gerrards_ plots
I should have first been call'd to a strict accompt
How, and which way I had consum'd that mass
Of money, as they term it, in the War,
Who underhand had by his Ministers