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Enter Constable and Bilmen.
Lod.

How now?

Bots.

Is't Shroue-tuesday, that these Ghosts walke.

Mat.

What's your businesse, Sir?

Const.

From the Duke: you are the man wee looke for,
Signior, I haue Warrant here from the Duke, to apprehend
you vpon fellony for robbing two Pedlers: I charge you
i'th Dukes name goe quickly.

Mat.

Is the winde turn'd? well: this is that old Wolfe,
my Father-in-law: seeke out your Mistris, Sirra.

Orl.
Yes, Sir: as shafts by piecing are made strong,
So shall thy life be straightned by this wrong.

Exit.
Omnes.
In troth we are sorry.

Mat.

Braue men must bee crost, pish, it's but Fortunes
Dice rouing against me: Come, sir, pray vse me like a Gentleman,
let me not be carried through the streets like a Pageant.

Const.

If these Gentlemen please, you shall goe along
with them.

Omnes.

Bec't so: come.

Const.

What are you, sir?

Bots.

I, sir? sometimes a figure, sometimes a cipher, as the
State has occasion to cast vp her accounts: I'm a Soldier.

Const.

Your name is Bots, is't not?

Bots.

Bots is my name, Bots is knowne to this Company.

Const.

I know you are, Sir: what's she?

Bots.

A Gentlewoman, my Mother.

Const.

Take em both along.

Bots.

Me? Sirrr.

Billmen.

And Sirrr.

Const.

If he swagger, raise the street.

Bots.

Gentlemen, Gentlemen, whither will you drag vs?

Lod.

To the Garden house. Bots, are we euen with you?

Const.

To Bridewell with em.

Bots.

You will answer this.

Exeunt.
Const.

Better then a challenge, I haue warrant for my
worke, sir.

Lod.
Wee'll goe before.

Exeunt.
Const.
Pray doe.

Who, Signior Candido? a Cittizen of your degree consorted
thus, and reuelling in such a house?

Cand.

Why, sir? what house I pray?

Const.

Lewd, and defamed.

Cand.

Is't so? thankes, sir: I'm gone.

Const.

What haue you there?

Cand.

Lawnes which I bought, sir, of the Gentleman
that keepes the house.

Const.

And I haue warrant here, to search for such stolne
Ware: these Lawnes are stolne.

Cand.

Indeed!

Const.

So he's the Thiefe, you the Receiuer: I'm sorry for
this chance, I must commit you.

Cand.

Me, sir, for what?

Const.

These Goods are found vpon you, and you must
answer't.

Cand.

Must I so?

Const.

Most certaine.

Cand.

Ile send for Bayle.

Const.

I dare not: yet because you are a Cittizen of worth,
you shall not be made a pointing stocke, but without Guard
passe onely with my selfe.

Cand.

To Bridewell too?

Const.

No remedy.

Cand.

Yes, patience: being not mad, they had mee once to Bedlam,

Now I'm drawne to Bridewell, louing no Whores.

Const.

You will buy Lawne?—

Exeunt.