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Scene 6.
Enter two Sergeants, with swords drawne, running before a Gentleman.Gent.
Why doe you not your office courteous friends?
Let me entreat you stay, and take me with you;
Lay but your hands on mee: I shall not rest
untill I be arrested. A sore shoulder-ache
Paines and torments me, till your vertuous hands
Doe clap or stroake it.
1 Ser.
You shall pardon us.
2 Ser.
And I beseech you pardon our intent,
Which was indeed to have arrested you:
But sooner shall the Charter of the City
Be forfeited, then varlets (like our selves)
Shall wrong a Gentlemans peace. So fare you well sir.
Ex.
Gent.
O y'are unkinde.
Per.
Pray what are those?
Doct.
Two Catchpoles
Runne from a Gentleman (it seemes) that would
Have bin arrested.
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