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Scene VI.

Compasse. Practise. Ironside. Polish. Lady.
Com.
Where is my wife? what ha' you done with my wife,
Gossip o' the Counsels?

Pol.
I, sweet Mr. Compasse?
I honour you, and your wife.

Com.
Well, doe so still.
I will not call you Mother tho', but Polish.
Good Gossip Polish, where ha' you hid my wife?

Pol.
I hide your wife?

Com.
Or she's run away.

Lad.
That would make all suspected, Sir, a fresh.
Come we will find her, if she be i' the house.

Pol.
Why should I hide your wife, good Mr. Compasse?

Com.
I know no cause, but that you are goo'dy Polish,
That's good at malice; good at mischiefe; all
That can perplexe, or trouble a busines, throughly.

Pol.
You may say, what you will: yo' are Mr. Compasse,
And carry a large sweep, Sir, i' your Circle.

Lad.
Ile sweep all corners, Gossip, to spring this.
If't be above ground, I will have her cry'd,
By the Common-cryer, through all the Ward,
But I will find her.

Iro.
It will be an Act
Worthy your justice, Madam.

Pra.
And become
The integrity, and worship of her name.