Jewels, and a poor remnant of crusadoes;
Would those would make you charitable!


Mont. If the devil
Did ever take good shape, behold his picture.


Vit. You have one virtue left,
You will not flatter me.


Fran. Who brought this letter?


Vit. I am not compell'd to tell you.


Mont. My lord duke sent to you a thousand ducats
The twelfth of August.


Vit. 'Twas to keep your cousin
From prison; I paid use for 't.


Mont. I rather think,
'Twas interest for his lust.