_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
Detracted my great action, made my faith
And loyalty suspected, in which failing
He sought my life by practice.
_Hub_. With what fore-head
Do you speak this to me? who (as I know't)
Must, and will say 'tis false.
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