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Scene VI.

To them intervening.
Keepe. Needle. Interest.
Kee.
Where's Mr. Needle? Saw you Mr. Needle?
Wee are undone.

Com.
What ailes the frantick Nurse?

Kee.
My Mistris is undone, shee's crying out!
Where is this man trow? Mr. Needle?

Nee.
Here.

Kee.
Run for the party, Mrs. Chaire the Mid-wife.
Nay, looke how the man stands, as he were gok't!
Shee's lost, if you not haste away the party.

Nee.
Where is the Doctor?

Kee.
Where a scoffing man is.
And his Apothecary, little better;
They laugh, and geere at all: will you dispatch?
And fetch the party quickly to our Mistris:
Wee are all undone! The Timpanie will out else.

Int.
Newes, newes, good newes, better then butter'd newes!
My Neice is found with Child, the Doctor tels me,
And falne in labour.

Com.
How?

Int.
The portion's paid!
Exit.
The portion—o' the Captaine! Is he here?

Pra.
H' has spi'd your swords out! put 'hem up, put up,
Yo' have driven him hence; and yet your quarrell's ended.

Iro.
In a most strange discovery.

Pra.
Of light gold.

Dia.
And crack't within the Ring. I take the Omen,
As a good Omen.

Pra.
Then put up your Sword,
And on your Doublet. Give the Captaine thankes.

Dia.
I had beene slur'd else. Thanke you noble Captaine!
Your quarrelling caus'd all this.

Iro.
Where's Compasse?

Pra.
Gone,
Shrunke hence,! contracted to his Center, I feare.

Iro.
The slip is his then.

Dia.
I had like t'have beene
Abus'd i' the busines, had the slip slur'd on me,
A Counterfeit.

Bias.
Sir, we are all abus'd:
As many as were brought on to be Suitors;
And we will joyne in thankes, all to the Captaine,
And to his fortune that so brought us off.