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Scene III.

Tub. Hilts.
Tub.
Make haste then: we will wait here thy returne.
This luck unlook'd for, hath reviv'd my hopes,
Which were opprest with a darke melancholly.
In happy time, we linger'd on the way,
To meet these summons of a better sound,
Which are the essence of my soules content.

Hil.
This heartlesse fellow; shame to serving-men;
Staine of all livories; what feare makes him doe!
How sordid, wretched, and unworthy things;
Betray his Masters secrets, ope the closet
Of his devises, force the foolish Justice,
Make way for your Love, plotting of his owne:
Like him that digs a trap, to catch another,
And falls into't himselfe!

Tub.
So wou'd I have it.
And hope 'twill prove a jest to twit the Justice with.

Hil.
But that this poore white-liver'd Rogue should do't?
And meerely out of feare?

Tub.
And hope of money, Hilts.
A valiant man will nible at that bait.

Hil.
Who, but a foole, will refuse money proffer'd?

Tub.
And sent by so good chance. Pray heaven he speed.

Hil.
If he come empty-headed, let him count
To goe back empty-headed; Ile not leave him
So much of braine in's pate, with pepper and vineger,
To be serv'd in for sawce, to a Calves head.

Tub.
Thou serv'st him rightly, Hilts.

Hil.
Ile seale az much
With my hand, as I dare say now with my tongue;
But if you get the Lasse from Dargison,
What will you doe with her?

Tub.
Wee'll thinke o' that
When once wee have her in possession, Governour.