"Hippolito: Last evening predecessor unto this, The duke's son warily enquir'd for me, Whose pleasure I attended: he began By policy to open and unhusk me About the time and common rumour; But I had so much wit to keep my thoughts Up in their built houses, yet afforded him An idle satisfaction without danger. But the whole aim and scope of his intent Ended in this: conjuring me in private To seek some strange-digested fellow forth Of ill-contented nature, either disgrac'd In former times, or by new grooms displac'd Since his stepmother's nuptials, such a blood A man that were for evil only good; To give you the true word, some base-coin'd pander."