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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.
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.
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