As you have seen, my Lord, a Canting Preacher
Aiming to cheat his Audience, wanting matter,
Sigh to seem Holy, till he thought on something.
So at that distance seem'd his Actions to me;
But when his back was turn'd, the Rascal would
Make Mouths, and point with signs of greatest scorn.

_Ger._ There is some Fatal Villany in this;
Some Mystery beyond my Fathoming:
But how long staid they thus?

_Serv._ About two hours, when mounting both their Horses,
I took mine, and un-espy'd did dogg e'm to the City,
And where they Hous'd I know not; for they enter'd
Remote from Home, and I i'th' streets soon lost e'm.

_Ger._ Do both your Fellows know this?

_Serv._ No, my Lord,
I did not think it would become my Duty
To tell them any thing but what they saw.

_Ger._ I never knew thee yet mistake thy trust;
Thy secrecy was well: Preserve it still,
For I must use it further, therefore go,
And Charge your Pistols, we must walk a Round
About _Antonio_'s House to watch their motion;
For there the Scene must lye of this design;
If there be mischief in't, thy courage now
(If theirs occasion) must again be try'd.