Here is a general catalogue of knaves:
A man might study all the prisons o'er,
Yet never attain this knowledge.


Fran. Murderers?
Fold down the leaf, I pray;
Good my lord, let me borrow this strange doctrine.


Mont. Pray, use 't, my lord.


Fran. I do assure your lordship,
You are a worthy member of the State,
And have done infinite good in your discovery
Of these offenders.


Mont. Somewhat, sir.


Fran. O God!
Better than tribute of wolves paid in England;
'Twill hang their skins o' th' hedge.


Mont. I must make bold
To leave your lordship.