⁠Doc. Why, do you hear nothing?

⁠Drol. No. Why, what should it be?⁠5

⁠Doc. Pisaro is the man.

⁠Drol. Fie, fie! it cannot be;
The state could not commit so great an oversight.
Neglect a man of merit for Pisaro!
Fie, fie!⁠10

⁠Doc. Want of judgment, Drollio.
An unlearned council: I ever told you so;
Never more heads, nor never less wit, believe't.

⁠Drol. Say you so, signior? that's hard. What say you to
Diano?

⁠Doc. ⁠Alas, an ordinary brain!⁠15
Talks and talks, it's true, but speaks more than he is:
Believe't betwixt you and I, a mere prattler.
There's Falorio, too; why, he cannot read his own hand:
⁠Vasquez cannot speak sense without two days' premedita-
tion. Sillio, Vechio, Caronnio—all stones in their head!⁠20

⁠Drol. If I
Should tell these lords now, signior, what you say,
It might cost an ear or so.

⁠Doc. Ay. Why, there's another abuse i' th' state: a man
Shall have his ears cut off for speaking a truth.⁠25
A sick government, Drollio, and a weak one, believe't.
It never thriv'd, since Spain and we grew so great.
There is a mystery in that too, Drollio:
I will know all before they have any more
Of my money———

⁠Drol. ⁠Peace, signior! The king![Exeunt⁠30

⁠Flor. sen. I prithee,
Leave me: by all that's good, thou canst not know it.
Why shouldst thou thus in vain torment thyself
And me?[They whisper

⁠Flor. jun. ⁠Well, I guess; and 'tis enough.