The fifth Scene.
To him Squirell peeping.
Squi.
So, so, this is right gentlemen; one for another. Yet
shee lookes not like carrion of Mr. Ravens leaving; I have seldome
known him turn over any flesh to another that hath not
been sufficiently tainted.
Rav.
This accident what ere it was hath gain'd me an opportunity.
Squirell thou must be intelligent and trusty. Hast
observ'd?
Squi.
Why is she a wench?
Rav.
Ther's a question now to bring thy wit in question, and
condemn thee for a puny politick in the smock state.
What blades are in the house?
Squi.
Rashbe, Spilman, Poinard, and others.
Rav.
And they made the noise?
Squi.
Right sir.
Rav.
Will they attempt?
Squi.
Any thing for you sir. Shall it be an affront?
Rav.
More, more: send them up; and applye thy self with
cunning as thou expectest ever to thrive by the chostly sins of
wenching.
Squi.
I have known you Mr. Raven a bird of the flesh these
many yeares, and if I should not respect an old standard.
Exit.
Rav.
Away then to the execution.
Cosin our feares was causelesse.
Theo. and Bride
come forth againe.
The.
Had they been
Such as it spake them, we might well have staid
And yeelded to them. We had only seem'd
Compell'd to what we freely must performe.
