Sir Tim. Hold, hold, I say; for I scorn to be so uncivil to be unbound before his Lordship: therefore run, Friend, to his Honour’s Chamber, for he, alas, is confined too.
Lab. What, and leave his worthy Friend in distress? by no means, Sir.
Sir Tim. Well then, come, let’s to my Lord, whom if I be not asham’d to look in the Face, I am an errant Sarazen.
[Exit Sir Tim. and Lab.
SCENE II. Changes to Wilding’s Chamber.
He is discovered sitting in a Chair bound, his Valet bound by him; to them Sir Timothy and Laboir.
Wild. Peace, Sirrah, for sure I hear some coming—Villains, Rogues! I care not for my self, but for the good pious Alderman. [Sir Tim. as listening.
Sir Tim. Wonderful Goodness, for me! Alas, my Lord, this sight will break my Heart. [Weeps.
Wild. Sir Timothy safe! nay, then I do forgive ‘em.
Sir Tim. Alas, my Lord, I’ve heard of your rigid Fate.