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The sixth Scene.

To them Goodlove with three or foure servants.
Good.
We need make greater haste; 'tis almost night;
The mist is risen much.

Rav.
My Uncles voyce. Help a surgeon: assist me now.

Good.
Looke about knaves: I have heard that voyce.

1 Ser.
Here sir a man wounded.

2 Ser.
'Tis Master Raven.

Good.
My cosin Raven? what misfortune brought
This ill upon him? hold that gentleman.

Kick.

Me no do it Monsieur: he be de yong jentelman in
black, an de jenteluman.


Good.
What gentleman in black? Theophilus?

Rav.
My cosin sir? alasse; ther's so much goodnesse
In him, I must not think he could be tempted
To weare such guilt about him. Good sir have me
Unto a surgeon; and that gentleman
Shall give you satisfaction, ere you give
Him a release.

Kick.
Now me sall be discover, and hang for teefe.

1 Ser.

Wee'l carry him to one Hortens' house, and fetch a surgeon
thither: 'tis close by.




Good.

One call my friend justice Ferret; and post you over to
Mistris Brides father: his presence at the examination of these
circumstances will be needfull. 'Till truth satisfies my desires I
am in torment.


Rav.
I have a new designe.

Good.
And till I see
Theophilus.

Rav.
Which I hope ne're will be.

Exeunt.