_Enter_ Lopez, Milanes, Arsenio.
_Lop_.
Sits the game there? I have you by mine order,
I love _Leandro_ for't.
_Mil_.
But you must shew it
In lending him your help, to gain him means
And opportunity.
_Lop_.
He shall want nothing,
I know my Advocate to a hair, and what
Will fetch him from his Prayers, if he use any,
I am honyed with the project: I would have him horn'd
For a most precious Beast.
_Ars_.
But you lose time.
_Lop_.
I am gone, instruct you _Diego_, you will find him
A sharp and subtle Knave, give him but hints
And he will amplifie. See all things ready,
I'le fetch him with a vengeance--
[_Exit_.
_Ars_.
If he fail now,
We'll give him over too.
_Mil_.
Tush, he is flesh'd.
And knows what vein to strike for his own credit.
_Ars_.
All things are ready.
_Mil_.
Then we shall have a merry Scene, ne're fear it.
[_Exeunt_.